1A/N – So...yeah...
(( So basically, it's about 2 months after Ron and Hermione had their little thing or whatever))
Hermione and Ron were having problems again. Hermione kept bringing up how Ron had gone out with Lavender while Ron kept bringing up that she was a distraction from his feelings for Hermione. Hermione called that "Harry's line" and stormed off in the middle of dinner in a very nice restaurant.
Harry had left that day to go help Ron, who had Apparated right into the middle of my living room and, apparently, almost gagged at the sight of us, on top of almost beating up Harry. For some reason, Ron had developed a problem with Harry and me being together and stopped talking to us, along with Hermione and anyone who tried to sway him from his little 'silent treatment' thing. It didn't really faze me until my mum showed up saying Ron and her had a row. Like a real row. I was shocked to hear this; Mom had never gotten into fights with Ron and I was shocked to hear she had. Something was desperately wrong.
I found Ron at the only place he can think to go when he's god mad; A river by a cliff where no one else goes, unless some hardcore snogging is to be done. I walked down the crocks and over to Ron, who was sitting at the river, to my surprise, crying.
"Ron. What's wrong?" I asked cautiously.
"Everything," he said quietly, throwing a rock into the river.
"I have all night. I can talk to you all night, Ron. Tell me what's up."
"Hermione's pregnant." he said shortly. My eyes went wide.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Positive." He answered.
"Ronald, you should be positively happy tha–!"
"It's not mine." My eyes went much wider than before.
"W–what? What do you mean it's not yours? Of course it's yours, Ron, Hermione hasn't been with anyone else." I said. I sounded stupid.
"Yes, Ginny, she has. She's two months already. We broke up 2 months ago."
"May–maybe it was after you broke up, when you got back together. Or–or before it."
"I haven't had sex with Hermione in a while." Ron said angrily
"How long is a while?" Curiosity struck me before I could figure out what to say.
"6 months, okay Ginny! Are you going to use this against me! Maybe tell Harry!"
"No, of course not, Ron! Calm down, okay?"
"Sorry. So, that's it. She's having someone else's baby. She says she wants me to raise it as my own. I can't do that. She doesn't even plan to mention the baby's real father to it." He wiped his own eyes as tears fell from mine. For that moment, I hated Hermione Granger. I wanted her to be punished for what she did to my big brother.
The next day, I went to see Hermione without telling her the real reason why I was coming over. She sat me down and made some tea while I jabbered on about unimportant things. Then I dropped the bomb on her.
"You're pregnant, you dirty whore, how could you do this to Ron!" I lost control. I threw her expensive China glass. Hermione started crying.
"I–I didn't want him to–!"
"Find out! I figured!"
"No! I didn't want him to have sex with me! I had just met him!" She was crying even harder now.
"Hermione, who was it?" I said softly, rubbing her back.
"Just some guy. Andrew Tate. I knew him my last year at Hogwarts and I ran into him. We went out to dinner and he invited himself in. And then, he–, he–!" She couldn't say anything.
"Hermione! Are you saying he...raped you?" Hermione nodded. I helped Hermione into bed (she was a nervous wreck and needed sleep) and left. I went home and told Harry (he had used his key o come and make a romantic dinner to surprise me) everything that had happened. We spent the rest of the night talking about what had happened before falling asleep on my couch, once again, in each other's arms.