After a good game of wizard chess with Ron, it was time for Potions, the class we all dreaded. Ron and I walked down the cold, dank halls of the dungeons together. We were silent for a while, until I spoke.

"Ron, I really think I'm pregnant," I said nervously.

"What? You can't be!"

"Yes, I can be. It happens all the time to teenagers, you just don't hear about it."

"Why do you think that you are?"

"I don't know. I just have a feeling."

"Oh."

We got to Potions class and situated our cauldrons in the back of the class. As we listened to Snape drone on about Wiggenweld Healing Potions (We learned about those in 1st year, I didn't understand why we had to go back over it), I zoned out, something I don't usually do while a teacher is teaching. Snape is an exception, though.

"Hermione? Are you going to answer my question?" I heard Snape's sharp voice say.

"Wha-" I said, surprised. I didn't even realize that he asked one.

"So the mudblood's not as smart as she seems, is she?" I heard Malfoy's drawling voice say from the front of the class. Crabbe and Goyle guffawed, and I heard some more laughter coming from the other side of the room. I spun around to see that it was Harry. I felt my face grow hot, and I must have been very red.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" I yelled, but then wanted to shut myself up after seeing Snape glare at me.

"10 points from Gryffindor, Hermione, for being rude to another student!"

"But, Professor, he was rude, too!"

"A further 10 points deducted for backtalk, Ms. Granger!" Snape was really angry now.

I sighed and gave up. It's worthless to argue with Snape, I should know that by now! All he does is deduct house points!

The class ended, and I walked out with Ron, thoroughly bummed out.

"Snape is bloody awful," Ron said, "No mercy with that guy."

"Yeah."

We went to all our other classes afterward, and finally the day was over. Upon reaching the common room I flopped down on the couch, Ron beside me.

"That was a long, harsh day," I said, "I'm way tired."

"You're usually not this tired, Hermione. I don't know if that's a good sign."

"It might not be. I might be worrying a little too much about this pregnancy thing, and if I turn out not to be pregnant I'll be very happy. But if I am...I dunno,"

"Tell ya what," Ron said, "Let's go see Madam Pomfrey after breakfast tomorrow. She'll know what to do."

"Yeah, you're right."

After that, we retreated to our dormitories to do homework, then go to sleep. I slept fitfully, dreaming about holding a crying, screaming baby in my arms. Then I woke up and was blinded by the sun. I held my hand up in front of my face and started getting dressed. Then I walked down to the common room. Ron was there waiting for me.

"Hey, Hermione," He said, and hugged me, "Ready for breakfast?"

"Yeah."

So we walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast in silence. It was nice to just not talk for a while. We ate breakfast, and then Ron leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"You ready to go see Madam Pomfrey?"

"I guess so."

We began our walk to the Hospital Wing. It was a long walk, especially since I got tired easily now.

"Ron, I'm nervous," I said, my voice shaking, "And I gotta pee."

Ron laughed at the last part, and said "Don't worry, Hermione. There's really no reason to be nervous. But you can pee now, there's a bathroom right there."

So I went in the bathroom, and I did my business. Suddenly I felt a wave of nauseousness pass over me, and I threw up in the toilet. Then I felt perfectly fine. That was the strange part. I walked out of the bathroom and didn't mention any of it to Ron.

"What took you so long in there?" He asked

I tried frantically to come up with a story, then said the first thing that came to my mind: "I REALLY had to pee, Ron!"

He laughed, and I was relieved that he didn't ask any further. We walked in the doors of the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey greeted us kindly.

"Hello! Do you need something?"

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey," I started nervously, "Well...I guess I'll just say it now. I think I might be pregnant, Madam Pomfrey."

She just looked at me for a second, then answered me more calmly than I thought she would.

"Ok, Ms. Granger. I'm just going to have to run some tests. I'm going to have to ask you to pee on this stick."

"Uh...where do I go for that?"

"There's a toilet behind that curtain."

So I went in there and did my business again, this time on the stick though.

"Ok, if it turns blue it's positive, and you are pregnant."

I watched the stick, and it shook in my hand. To my horror, it turned blue. I passed out.

After being out for I don't know how long, I woke up to find myself still in the hospital wing. Ron was sitting on the bed by my side.

"How long has it been, Ron?" I asked him, and he turned around to talk to me.

"Thank goodness you're awake. It's only been 10 minutes, don't worry."

"I think I just want to skip classes today. I don't feel good, and I need some time to recover from the shock."

"That's really not like you, Hermione! But ok, I'll stay with you."

Madam Pomfrey walked in at that moment. She had heard us talking.

"I'm glad to see you up, Hermione. But I need to ask you a question."

"Ok, what is it?"

"Who is the father of your baby?"

I looked up at Ron, and I think she got the message.

"Oh, I see. I will need to send you to Dumbledore about this, you know. Both you and Mr. Weasley."

I gulped and stayed silent for a while. Then I finally said "Ok."

So Ron and I went together to Dumbledore's office. I knew the password, thankfully.

"Licorice" I announced in a clear voice. Then the stairs came down and Ron and I walked slowly up them. As we approached the door, I hesitated for a moment.

"Hey, Hermione, why did you stop?" Ron asked curiously.

"I'm just nervous that something bad will happen. I hope we don't get expelled!"

Ron laughed. "That's just like you Hermione. Thinking of that at a time like this. Don't worry, he's too wise to expell us."

That made me feel a lot better, and I laughed, too. Then I knocked on the door.

Dumbledore came to the door and looked down at us from his great height. "Well, I didn't expect to see you today! What are you here about?"

I decided that I would just say it and get it over with. "Dumbledore...I'm pregnant."

He looked at me curiously for a while, and then he finally spoke. "You know students shouldn't be doing...er...that at school. But I'm not going to expell you. Things like this happen, it's no reason for expulsion."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Dumbledore. I really appreciate your support."

"Well, I don't support this, but I don't want to lose a good student like you."

I nodded, understanding. "Well, thank you for your time."

"You're welcome. You two should be going now."

"Ok. Bye Professor."

Ron and I went back to the common room then, not caring that we were supposed to be in classes. I was too tired from the shock of the day, I just wanted to stay with Ron.

We were sitting on the couch silently for a while, and then suddenly Ron took me in his arms.

"Hermione," He started, "I want to say that I won't mind being the father of your child. Actually, there's no one that I would rather have a baby with than you."

I smiled up at him and snuggled further into his chest. "I feel the same way."

Then I grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He returned the kiss, and it felt so good, better than any kiss between us had before. I don't know why. We made out on the couch for a while, and then he finally pulled away.

"Hermione, I know this is really sudden, and I'm not able to do it properly, but...will you marry me?"

I looked at him, in shock. Then I smiled and pulled him in for another round of kissing. After about 5 minutes he pulled away.

"So is that a yes?"

"Of course it is, stupid! We've already got a family here, so marriage would be the best thing for us!"

"But do you really love me enough to marry me?"

"Of course! If I love you enough to have a baby for you, I love you enough to marry you."

"Ok. But I'm sorry I didn't have a ring for you... I'll get you one on the next Hogsmeade trip. How about that?"

"It doesn't really matter, Ron, you don't have to."

"But it matters to me."

"All right then. Do as you please."

Then Ron kissed me softly on the lips, another nice one. It was just in time, because students were flooding in from classes. Ron got off the couch to greet Ginny and I immediately made myself look sick. Ginny came over to me and sat by me.

"Hey, Hermione! Why'd you skip classes?"

I faked a cough, it was actually really good, and then I said in a hoarse voice, "Well, I'm sick. I can't go to classes in this state."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that! Well, get better soon!"

"Thanks, Ginny."

I wished that I could get over what was REALLY ailing me soon, but I knew that I couldn't. Being pregnant was sure rough. I knew I had to tell my parents about it, but for some reason I felt a little rebellious. I wouldn't tell them.

A month later, it was time for the Hogsmeade trip. My stomach was starting to get a little bigger, so I needed some robes to cover it up. And Ron was going to get me the ring I've dreamed of for all my life there. Actually, I wasn't sure if they'd even have rings there, but it was worth a try.

"It feels kind of weird not being here with Harry," Ron remarked sadly, looking over to where Harry was laughing with Draco.

"Yeah, it does," I responded.

"But let's not focus on him right now, Hermione. It's time to focus on YOU."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's go find a ring!" I said, on a very cheerful note.

So we walked through the deep snow in the village, searching for a shop that would sell a ring. Finally, we found a place that had a big ring that was changing colors on its sign. Ron and I went in.

I gasped when I saw what was inside. There were rings of all shapes, sizes, and colors, some even singing or changing colors! I ran back and forth down the isles of diamonds and other fancy stones until I was stopped by the store manager. I apologized, deeply embarassed.

A ring caught my eye in the corner of the store. It was just a plain diamond, it didn't sing, or change color, or any of that wizarding junk. It was the kind of ring I had dreamed of before I even knew I was a witch. It was the kind of ring I had admired on my mother's finger ever since I was very young. It was a perfectly shaped diamond, and it caught the light and sparkled different colors. I stared at it in awe and happiness.

"Ron, this is the one I want! I know it!" I said, very pleased.

"What? You don't want one that sings and changes color?" Ron laughed.

"NO WAY! I grew up in a muggle family, after all!"

"Ok, I'll get the store owner and tell him we want to buy it. I think I have enough cash, I've been helping my brothers out at their joke shop and earning a great lot of money." Ron walked over to where the store owner was and tapped him on the shoulder. The store owner turned around, and Ron spoke to him. I knew what he said, but I just didn't hear it. He led the owner over to where I was and said. "This is the one we want!"

"Ok, then it's yours for 50 galleons!"

Ron looked shocked, but then just sighed and handed them over. "It's worth it to please you, Hermione."

After that, we took the ring with us and started to say goodbye to the shop owner. But I stopped Ron.

"I'm going to put this on, but I don't really want to make it totally public that I'm marrying you."

"Oh, yeah, thanks Hermione." Ron said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way."

I put the ring on my finger and admired it again. It was so shiny and beautiful, and it was from Ron. That meant the most to me. Then I spontaneously, totally out of the blue, gave Ron a huge hug and kiss. We got a few stares, but didn't really care.

"Ok, Hermione, it's time to get some new robes for you, so you can hide, well, that..."

"Yeah, you're right, Ron."

We walked over to the robe shop, and I got fitted into the robes. "Make them quite loose, please. And don't ask questions."

The shop owner just shrugged at me, and I saw Ron trying to keep from bursting into laughter in the corner. It made me laugh out loud, and the shop owner gave me a weird stare. "Sorry," I said, totally embarassed just like I had gotten in the other store.

After buying the robes, Ron and I went over to the local joke shop. We had fun just fooling around in there, and Ron bought some extendable ears. Obviously his brothers' inventions were starting to hit other joke shops, too. They must have been making a huge profit.

Ron and I had a fun time for the rest of the day just hanging around and enjoying each other's company. Then we decided we'd head back to the castle. We walked through the snow together, blissfully, me looking down at my ring several times.

"Wow, Hermione, you really like that ring, don't you?" Ron laughed.

"Of course I do!"

As we were walking, we heard hooting and laughing from behind us. We turned to see Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Harry, laughing at US. Ron's face turned bright red and I saw his eyes go all squinty. He was mad.

"What are you guys laughing at?" Ron asked hotly.

"You two are just such a cute couple!" Malfoy retorted mockingly. "And what's that on your finger, Hermione?"

I quickly tried to hide the ring, but it was too late. Malfoy had already seen it.

"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED?" Harry asked, in shock. I saw Malfoy turn and glare at him, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"If you laugh like that one more time, mudblood, I'm going to have to destroy you." Malfoy said coldly.

"Come on Ron, let's go. Forget about them." I took Ron by the arm and led him towards the castle. He glared back at Malfoy and company for a while, but then finally turned around and walked back, without me having to drag him any more. We heard Malfoy whistling and shouting "The lovebirds are getting married!" so that the whole school could hear. I saw Ron wince, but then told him not to worry about it.

We arrived at the castle and walked up to the dorm. Then we took our coats and boots off. Shortly after, Harry arrived in the common room.

"You guys, we need to talk," He said.

"Wow, Harry, you just realized that?" Ron said angrily. "What's with you, hanging around with those gits?"

"I...I just wasn't comfortable with hanging around with you guys when you're, you know, in love."

"Yeah, I understand that, but why them?"

"I dunno. I guess I just wanted revenge on you two for some reason. But Draco's a git. I don't want to be around him any more. But it kind of weirds me out that you two are getting married."

"Well...there's kind of a reason for that, Harry." I said slowly.

"What is that reason?" Harry asked, completely clueless.

I took a deep breath, then said, "Harry...I'm pregnant. With Ron's baby."

Harry just stared at me for a while, unable to say anything. All that came out were a few hoarse croaks. Then, seeming to get his voice back, he shouted, "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Harry, we did it to ME, not to you. It actually has nothing to do with you. And if you're going to just be full of yourself and not support us, we're going to leave you behind. How will you fight Voldemort without us?"

Harry sighed. "I guess you've got a point. Fine, I support you. But don't think I'm not upset about it."

"There's no reason to be, Harry. And I don't really get what your problem is, but you've got a problem. Maybe it has something to do with the Dursleys."

Harry laughed suddenly. "I'm sure it does. They're bloody awful."

That broke the tension in the room, and Ron said. "Hey, look at the time! Dinner is about to start! Why don't we go down and get a bite to eat?"

"Sounds good to me," I said, my stomach rumbling.

Harry, Ron and I all walked down to the great hall together. It was great to be back with Harry, just like good old times. But the look that Harry recieved from Malfoy was not good. Not at all.

"Harry, what are you doing with the weasel and the mudblood? I thought you were hanging with us!"

"Well, I'm not any more, you git. These are my true friends."

"Oh yeah? Well, if you're going to be that way, I might as well do something to you. CRUCIO!"

Harry fell, writhing on the floor. I gasped, and everyone was looking at us. To think he would use an unvorgivable curse right in the middle of the great hall! Dumbledore rushed over, with a stern look on his face. "Mr. Malfoy," He said, "Come with me."