-The Whole Truth, and Nothing But-

They were the only ones in the hospital wing, just Ron and Hermione. Hermione was sitting in one of the hospital beds, under the white linens and Ron was sitting on the bed next to her.

Ron was holding Hermione tight as she gently cried on his shoulder. They had just spent the past five hours talking, and she had told him her side of the story.

She had explained to him about the letters, about her curiosity, about her secret fantasies of the 'mystery man' and she continued to express how deeply sorry she was that she hadn't told him sooner.

The entire time Ron had listened with out saying a word, and now that it was over, he felt his heart warming up again, and he was so glad that Hermione had not cheated on him after all.

But what Ron didn't know was that it wasn't over; Hermione had been holding out on one piece of the puzzle, and she wasn't sure how he'd react….

Hermione gently pulled away from Ron and wiped the tears off of her face with the white sheet of the hospital bed. She looked up and into Ron eyes… warm, loving, soulful eyes.

She smiled to herself, she had her boyfriend back, the love of her life, but there was one last thing to tell him….

"Ron," Hermione began, "There is one last thing that you need to know…"

Ron gave her a worried look, "What else? Don't tell me that you actually have feelings for Malfoy…"

"No no no! Don't be silly!" said Hermione softly smiling and shaking her head. "Okay… there's no easy way to say this, so here I go…"

"You know how I told you about that night, Halloween night, when Draco lost control of the dream?"

Ron slowly nodded looking increasingly worried but Hermione quickly continued on,

"Well, you know how I told you that I had become sick, how I was throwing up and I had a fever?" Ron nodded again, "Well… I wasn't really sick. Well I was, it was just… "

Ron looked like he was going to explode so Hermione blurted out, "I got pregnant while at your house during the summer and I had a miscarriage on Halloween night."

Ron was stunned. He didn't speak but his face had quickly jumped from a scared expression to one of shock.

Hermione was now the one who was worried and after a few minutes of silence, she leaned close to Ron, gently touched his hand and whispered, "You're not mad at me, are you?"

Ron suddenly came back to life, he looked into Hermione's eyes and registered what she had said, "No! I'm not mad Hermione, I'm just… shocked," he admitted.

It was true. He didn't know how to respond. What was he to say? A part of him hurt for the loss of a baby, while another part was slightly happy the child hadn't made it, and another part was completely taken aback by the fact that Hermione had been pregnant in the first place.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant?" asked Ron becoming his normal self again.

"I didn't know. I didn't find out until I got here and McGonagall told me,"

Ron nodded, and then asked, "Why did you have a miscarriage?"

Hermione weakly shrugged, "Sometimes it just happens… for no reason other than just bad luck."

Ron noticed Hermione looked completely ashamed so he pulled her in for a long, tight hug and smelt the sweet scent of her hair.

"Hey… Hermione don't be sad. Everything's fine… its okay, everything is alright… and I'll always be here to take care of you…"

Hermione smiled.

After that they spent the rest of the evening holding each other and kissing, until Madam Pomfrey came around nine o'clock and chased Ron out of the hospital wing so Hermione could get some rest.