A/N -BECAUSE I LOVE U GUYS SOOOO MUCH, I decided that I would't let you guys wait too long for the next couple of chapters because it's hitting the climax and I know how frustrating it is when you have to wait for it. Hope you guys like what's developing! Please Review and let me know!

Much Love - Gab

-Hermione's Guilt -

It was Sunday morning, nine o'clock and Harry and Ron had tried to see Hermione three times already. Each time Madam Pomfrey had turned them away, and finally on the third time, Ron freaked,

"What do you mean I can't see her! I don't even know what happened to her! All Lavender said was that she hadn't been feeling well last night around one o'clock, what happened!"

Madam Pomfrey didn't take well to beginning yelled at. She straightened her back and gave Ron a very stern look.

"Now you listen here young man! I understand that you are worried, but I assure you she is fine! Now please remove yourself from this door way and stop screaming before you make her even more sick!"

Ron's face filled with guilt and he swallowed a lump in his throat. The last thing he wanted to do was make Hermione even sicker.

He nodded to Madam Pomfrey and turned away with Harry. They heard the sharp click of the hospital doors closing behind them and Ron felt his heart sink even deeper.

"Don't worry, Ron." Said Harry as he placed his hand on his friends shoulder,

"I'm sure she'll be fine. If Madam Pomfrey can fix me up, what with all of the garbage my body goes through, I know Hermione will be fine."

Hermione sat in the hospital wing alone. All was quiet. She had been told by Madam Pomfrey two hours ago that Ron and Harry had come to see her, and Hermione was glad that she had sent them away.

She didn't want to speak with anyone…..

There were a few things Hermione needed to figure out, firstly, how could she have been pregnant and not have known?

She spent hours thinking back on the past ten weeks, Madam Pomfrey had told her the baby had been about that old, and Hermione realized that there had been signs.

The first sign, lack of a period, really didn't help much, seeing as Hermione's periods were never really on time anyways and it wasn't completely unusually for her to go five or six weeks with out one.

But there were other signs too. They were smaller signs; her breasts were getting very swollen and tender, she had been craving things and had been eating quite a bit more, but no matter how small these signs may seem now, Hermione couldn't help feeling guilty.

She couldn't help feeling that if her mind had been clear of a certain person, she would have noticed something, and it was this feeling of guilt that made her not want to speak to anyone.

In all truth, Hermione was ashamed, not as much about losing the baby; she completely understood that there was nothing she could have done, but about not knowing that she was pregnant in the first place, and more importantly, lying to Ron.

She was after all going to tell him everything. Every last detail, about the letters, her dreams, and the miscarriage, and she wasn't sure which one he'd take harder.

She had decided that it was only right to tell him about the letters. It was an awful thing that she had not been giving her full self to him, and instead had been coaxing an affair with an unknown mystery man.

She felt a huge amount of shame, and could only hope that he would understand and would be willing to forgive her.

But every time she glanced down at the beautiful promise ring on her finger, she was sure that he would,

Of course he would; he loved her, always loved her, "always have and always will", right?

Madam Pomfrey came around the corner of one of folding doors, carrying a tray of food. She was pleased to see that Hermione smiled at her and responded, "Well, good to see that you're feeling better. How are you doing on your road to recovery?"

Hermione nodded slowly as she found her voice, "Good, I guess. Well as good as you can be in a situation like this… It's just really strange, to feel this much pain and sadness over something that I didn't even know was there…"

Madam Pomfrey smiled and nodded, "Well my dear… that is one of the mysteries of women. Even though you had no idea that you were pregnant, the loss of child affected you just as hard as it would affect an expecting mother."

Hermione nodded, "I do feel alright… I just feel really embarrassed," she admitted and quickly looked down to the white sheets covering her legs, "I'm probably the first student to ever become pregnant."

Madam Pomfrey smiled and said, "No you're not child, and you won't be the last either."

Hermione looked up with surprise and Poppy continued, "Yes well, it's not something that we enjoy dealing with, but deal with it we must. Not to worry though, Professor McGonagall has spoken with Miss Brown and she has sworn not to say a word to anyone about the details of what happened. And neither I nor Minerva will say anything, and of course neither will Dumbledore."

Hermione's eyes widened, this was something she had not expected. Madam Pomfrey quickly explained, "Well we had to tell him, he is after all the headmaster! But not to worry dear, everything will be just fine.

"Now," she said looking more serious, "I suggest that you stay here for at least, the very least, one more night. But Professor McGonagall thinks it will be alright for you to leave now if you wish, seeing as most of your fellow Gryffindors will be away at Hogsmeade, you should be able to sneak into your dorm without too many questions and curious glances."

Hermione was happy to hear this. She wanted to get out of the hospital wing and back to her dorm, a place were she could read books or play with Crookshanks, any thing to take her mind off of last night for a while.

Madam Pomfrey saw the smile on Hermione's face, "Well I see that you're not going to take my advice. At least finish your meal dear, you need to eat something."