A/N: All righty then, you wanted to know before...you will know now!

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Recap:

"I...um...Ineedapregnancytest," I mumbled quickly, looking at the white tile floor.

"Excuse me?" He looked up, a little puzzled. "You need what now?"

"A...test...pregnacy test."

He didn't faint, or scream at me, or ask why I was 'Miss' and not 'Mrs'. He simply agreed and waved his wand, saying "ingravesco estca."

A blue light glowed around my mid-section, but I felt nothing. The doctor then turned to me and said "Well Miss Granger, you are definitely two months pregnant."

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"I'm what?" Surely my ears had failed me.

"You. Are. Pregnant." He spoke as if speaking to a young child. Why was I shocked? I was simply confirming from a medical expert what I had already known. But...oh no, Seamus? Severus? Who was the father? How would I know until this baby was born...I certainly could not wait nine months to find out.

"Um, Doctor, I am in a bit of a pickle here. You see, I slept with two different men within two days of each other about two months ago...is there any way of telling which one is the father?" I was blushing, I had not wanted to explain my story, which made me sound like a whore, to a strange man.

"Yes Miss Granger, there is indeed a test we can do. You simply need to go to St. Mungo's, I will owl them, and bring both men with you, there is a simple spell that a doctor can perform,." The doctor was now looking at me like I had expected him to at the beginning of the visit, when I had asked for a pregnancy test. He was quizzical to say the least, and I had no doubt he was judging me, not that I could blame him...I did sound like a horrible person.

Naturally, the easy part was over and all I had to do was thank the doctor, and hope I never saw him again. Then, ugh I could not bear the thought of it...I had to tell Seamus, and Severus. That would be gut-wrenchingly difficult, but I got myself into this predicament, and I had to deal with the consequences.

I hurried back to the flat. "Seamus!" I called, "I need to talk to you for a second."

He stepped out of the bathroom, dripping water onto the hardwood floor. "Sure Mione, what is it?"

"Have a seat," I gestured to the couch and he sat down heavily, a puzzled look playing on his face. "This is difficult to say but there's no sense in beating around the bush...I'm pregnant." I watched quietly as all of the blood drained from his face. Then he spoke in a voice so quiet I thought I had misheard him.

"It's not mine. I am not having any damn kid. I don't want kids. Way to be a whore Hermione. You can go now." His words were slow and measured, sentences short. I began to tear up, wondering why he was suddenly disowning me, going from calling me an affectionate nickname to such a terrible insult. "Well?" He questioned when I didn't move. "Oh, I supposed you need to pack, no need, I'll take care of it quickly." With that, he left the sitting room and entered the bedroom, where I could hear dresser drawers banging. A few minutes later he returned, saying nothing, with my suitcase. I took it and left.

Now here I was, pregnant and alone with nowhere to go, walking the streets of London at night. Where do I go? Where? Where? I racked my brain and I could only come up with one answer. I headed for the Leaky Cauldron, so I could Floo to my destination. Normally I would Apparate, but I read it is unsafe for pregnant women to do so. Once inside the bar-cum-restaurant I headed for the large fireplace and grabbed some powder out of my purse. I threw it into the fire, stepped inside and said "Hogwarts."

A/N: I could end it here...or not. Oh, BTW the next part is more or less fluff-o-rama. I'll let you know when you are in a fluff-free zone.

I arrived as it began to rain. I was becoming soaked, so without a second thought I performed a leaping spell so I could get over the gates. I hoped nobody would notice me sneaking in, using a secret door I had discovered in my last year. I could use all the back hallways until I reached the person I needed to see. I raised my hand, and knocked on the heavy wooden door, praying he would be inside. Sure enough, I could hear footsteps approaching.

He answered, glanced down, and turned even paler then usual. "Yes?" Was all he asked, and although he tried to keep his cool, I could tell he was shocked.

"Oh Severus!" I began to sob, and I suppose the pitiful sight of a soaking wet girl crying her eyes out moved even his heart, and he took me in his arms, and carried me inside. He laid me on his black leather couch and I regained a little composure, enough to perform a drying spell.

He looked at me, waiting for an explanation as to why after two months, I show up at his door and break down crying. "Well," I began. "It's a long story. As you know, we slept together just over two months ago. I um, slept with Seamus two nights after that. Now I am two months pregnant."

He did not react as Seamus did thankfully. He simply asked, "Am I the father?"

I answered as honestly as I could. "I...don't know. I hope so, really. Seamus called me a whore and told me to leave. And here you are, after I treated you so terribly..." I trailed off, realizing I was beginning to babble. "There's test. We can do it as soon as possible, we simply need to go to St. Mungo's."

"Would you like to go in the morning?"

"Yes, that would be great. I should go now, I'm sorry I interrupted you so suddenly."

"Where are you staying?" When he asked this, I tried to think up a lie in my head, but all I could come up with was the truth.

"I don't know."

Instantly, he answered. "You will stay here. You may have my bed, I will sleep on the couch." I almost laughed, he was the perfect gentleman.

"Nonsense," I replied. "I arrived uninvited, dropped a massive surprise on you and you expect me to kick you out of your own bed? I can easily take the couch for one night, Severus."

He looked at me as though I had come from an asylum. "Hermione, you are in an extremely delicate condition. There is no way you will sleep on the couch tonight. That is my final answer." I knew a voice like that meant indeed, that was his final answer.

So it ended up with me in my tank top, and in his silky black pyjama pants, lying in the lush four poster bed. Ahhh, it felt good lying amongst the down-filled duvet, and sheets that felt as though they were a billion thread count. Despite the color of choice--black--this bed was perfect. Severus transfigured his couch into a bed, I had not thought of that.

I had a terrible sleep, and at around three in the morning, I was awakened from a horrible nightmare. I was running through the Forbidden Forest, and Seamus was chasing me. He kept screaming 'I'll kill you mudblood whore! You and that damn baby!' Severus was standing on the other side of the Forest, and I kept screaming for his help and then--

"Hermione!" An urgent voice whispered in my ear. I shot up, thinking I was still in the Forest. It was pitch dark in the room and I could not see a thing, but I could feel his breath on my cheek...we were very close together. "Hermione, you had a nightmare, that's all. You're fine now."

I began to cry again, though why I do not know. "No, I'm not! Seamus was going to kill me a-and you were w-way on the other side of the forest and..." I shut up the instant I felt his warm arms slide around me, protecting me from all evil. I nestled into his shoulder, and listened as he told me that it was okay, and that nobody could hurt me. "Severus?" I asked, my voice small and hoarse from crying, "Do you think...that you...um, could stay here, just until I fall asleep?"

What had I just asked him to do? Lie down with me, or Merlin he must think I am stupid! But no, he simply released me from his arms, and lay down next to where I was sitting. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them when he realized I was not lying down. He patted the spot next to him, and shut his eyes again. I climbed under the sheets and immediately fell into a deep, relaxing sleep.

Six hours later, I was woken by something next to me, or rather under me, moving. My eyes flew open and I realized that I had my head on Severus's chest, and he had his arms wrapped around me. What did I do here? If I moved to separate us, he might wake up and that would be too awkward. I decided to pretend I was asleep, and see what he did. I did not have to wait long, about ten minutes later, his breathing changed rhythm and I felt him tense up. Indeed, he must be awake. He gently lifted my head off of his chest and put it on the pillow, where it belonged. Then I heard him get up and water running--he was taking a shower, a cold one by the sounds the pipes were making. I decided that I could wake up now.

I hopped out of the bed, sighing because Severus's dungeons were naturally windowless and it was always very dark inside. Oh well, I decided that I could fix that, if the need arose. While I sat idly on the couch, I wondered what would happen if it turned out Severus was indeed the father of my--oh no.

I raced for the kitchen sink and barely made it before the contents of last night's supper made their way into it. It wasn't until I felt a hand holding my hair back, that I came back from the horrible world of morning sickness. "All done?" he asked. All I could do was nod, and then throw up again. "Morning sickness...you certainly are pregnant," he commented when I was finished.

I was not sure whether that was insult, or a general comment, so I didn't reply. I simply walked in to the green, silver and black bathroom to prepare for the visit to St. Mungo's. As soon as I was clean and dressed, we left. It felt oddly natural to be walking down the street with Severus, as though we were still a couple. Yet neither of us spoke of the impending issue, or the past, we simply kept it present, in fact we barely spoke at all. Finally, we made it to the steel-framed glass doors of St. Mungo's, the place where my fate, and my baby's fate, would be decided. Would the father be that horrible bastard Seamus, or lovely, responsible Severus? As I sat in the examination room, with Severus next to me, I wondered how what he would be like as a father...playing Quidditch, teaching him or her the art of cutting heart-strings and slicing wormwood...

Soon a Medi-Witch entered, and it was my colleague Alison Graves. She gasped when she saw me with Severus. "Hermione!" she exclaimed, her pretty blue eyes widening. "What are you doing here for a..." she looked around as if there were spies lurking in the corners, "...paternity test?"

I rolled my eyes, the saying about dumb blondes certainly applied to her, shaking those golden locks in disbelief. "Well, I only know of one situation when one needs a test such as this one Alison, I believe I would like to know if this man-" I gestured toward Severus "-is the father of my unborn child. Now will you please perform the test?"

Alison nodded, her expression turning grave. Despite her naive exterior, she was a master at all kinds of tests like this one. "First, I will need a lock of his hair, then I will place it on your stomach, say the spell, and if the hair glows red, congratulations!" She proceeded to clip a shiny black piece of hair from Severus as I lay on the table and pulled up my shirt to expose my stomach. Alison laid the hair on my stomach, and it tickled slightly, but I was fine with that. "Incantien Farensis" she muttered, pointing her wand at my stomach. At first, nothing happened, and my heart dropped. Seamus was the father. Tears began to roll down my face at the thought of him raising a child. But then slowly, a pink tinge appeared around the hair, and the color intensified until without a doubt, the hair was glowing red.Odd as it may seem, I cried harder, no doubt a mix of hormones, joy and relief.

"Congratulations," Alison smiled. "You two are the proud-parents to be!" She hugged me quickly and left.

I sat on the examining table in shock. I suppose I had known all along Severus would be the father, but still, it felt so good to finally know. I would have said something, but my voice did not seem to be connected to my brain. So Severus spoke. "Well then Hermione, we have a lot of plans to make."

A/N: I AM STARTING THE NEXT CHAPTER AS WE SPEAK! I AM SOOOO EXCITED. But I don't really know why. Oh well. You wanted to know, and for those who didn't: sorry, but I had to go with the majority. Now the next question, Girl or Boy? I know already, but I just wanna know what you guys think! So review away!