Trouble lies within
"You've got to tell him"
" He's going to find out eventually"
"Yeah Herm's that kid aint gonna stay in you forever"
"Ron's right, you know, it's been three months since you've found out, which makes you four months along, and you're just starting to show, Malfoy may be blond but I'm sure he's not that dense!"
Hermione sat out on the grounds listening to Harry and Ron, it had taken her 2 weeks to tell them, then another week in getting them to calm down and promise not to tell, or pummel, Draco.
"I will tell him" Hermione responded for the millionth time "I'm just waiting for the right moment"
"HERMIONE!!" Ron jumped to his feet and stood in front of her "the right moment is never gonna bloody come, there is never gonna be the right time and you damn well know that." Ron face was going pink with anger "what are you gonna do tell him when the bloody kid arrives!"
Hermione jumped to her feet, though she found it slightly more difficult than Ron did, "don't you dare refer to my child like that, and for your information I will tell Draco just you wait and see" she too went pink
"I'll wait another three months then shall I?" Ron glared at Hermione; Harry got up off the grounds and placed a hand on Hermione shoulder
"Calm down this can't be good for your baby" Harry said in a sympathetic voice
"Oh like you bloody care" Hermione turned on her heels and ran into the castle. When she was completely out of sight of Harry and Ron she slowed down, as much as she hated to admit it they were probably right.
Her stomach was in pain, she was too scared to go to Madam Pomfrey, incase she told Malfoy. It wasn't she didn't want Malfoy to know, because he would sooner or later find out, it was just she was scared; scared of his reaction, scared he may leave her.
Without realising it Hermione found herself in the prefect common room. Hermione headed up to her room, and lay down her bed. She placed her hand on her stomach and rubbed it a circular movement. What am I going to do...what am I going to tell him. She began to cry.
"You've got to tell him"
" He's going to find out eventually"
"Yeah Herm's that kid aint gonna stay in you forever"
"Ron's right, you know, it's been three months since you've found out, which makes you four months along, and you're just starting to show, Malfoy may be blond but I'm sure he's not that dense!"
Hermione sat out on the grounds listening to Harry and Ron, it had taken her 2 weeks to tell them, then another week in getting them to calm down and promise not to tell, or pummel, Draco.
"I will tell him" Hermione responded for the millionth time "I'm just waiting for the right moment"
"HERMIONE!!" Ron jumped to his feet and stood in front of her "the right moment is never gonna bloody come, there is never gonna be the right time and you damn well know that." Ron face was going pink with anger "what are you gonna do tell him when the bloody kid arrives!"
Hermione jumped to her feet, though she found it slightly more difficult than Ron did, "don't you dare refer to my child like that, and for your information I will tell Draco just you wait and see" she too went pink
"I'll wait another three months then shall I?" Ron glared at Hermione; Harry got up off the grounds and placed a hand on Hermione shoulder
"Calm down this can't be good for your baby" Harry said in a sympathetic voice
"Oh like you bloody care" Hermione turned on her heels and ran into the castle. When she was completely out of sight of Harry and Ron she slowed down, as much as she hated to admit it they were probably right.
Her stomach was in pain, she was too scared to go to Madam Pomfrey, incase she told Malfoy. It wasn't she didn't want Malfoy to know, because he would sooner or later find out, it was just she was scared; scared of his reaction, scared he may leave her.
Without realising it Hermione found herself in the prefect common room. Hermione headed up to her room, and lay down her bed. She placed her hand on her stomach and rubbed it a circular movement. What am I going to do...what am I going to tell him. She began to cry.
