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Chapter One
Hermione Granger slowly opened her eyes. The room was spinning, and she looked down at her right hand to see that there was a beer bottle in it. Quickly, she sat upright and put her left hand to her head. The room stopped spinning long enough so that Hermione saw that she was wearing only a white slip and socks. There were many other scattered beer bottles on the floor, and Hermione figured that she must have gotten terribly drunk last night.
A groan came from a faraway room, and Hermione looked around to see where she was. She was sitting on the floor in the Gryffindor Common Room, leaning against a maroon armchair. Slowly, she stood up, supporting her weight on the chair's soft cover. Dropping the bottle into a nearby trash can, she wandered up a set of stairs from where the moan had come from. Her feet touched the cold hard stone until a brown wooden door. On it was a sign that said, 'Boys 7th Years'.
Hermione creaked the door open slightly, and saw Harry sitting up on one of the four poster beds, rubbing his eyes. There were also many more beer bottles on the floor. She walked inside, and sat down on the corner of the white sheets. Harry saw her, and quickly put a goblet under the bed. "Hello," he mumbled.
"Harry..." Hermione said slowly, "Do you remember what happened last night? I think I got awfully drunk, and I'm not sure what happened."
"You don't remember? That's such a shame," he said as he rustled his hair. "Well, last night was Halloween. There was a huge party here afterwards, and there was lots of alcohol. I'm pretty sure that everybody got drunk," Harry said in a low whisper. "Once everybody was drunk, all of the guys grabbed a girl, and we came back to the boy's dormitories," he paused. "I don't really know how to put what happened, so I think I'll give you an idea.
Harry slipped over to another of the mahogany beds, and pulled back one of the hangings. Under a maroon comforter, Ron lay asleep their, Lavender Brown lying next to him. Their breathing was rhythmic and peaceful. Hermione gasped and clutched a hand to her mouth. "Oh my gosh," she whispered through it. Harry took no notice, closed the curtain again, and kept whispering.
"You tried to be a good girl at first, but I think the alcohol got the better side of you. A more romantic you, if you catch my drift."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears, and she couldn't stop them from spilling. She crumbled to the floor and began to cry, her head in her hands. Her hands were covered in the salty tears when Harry lowered himself onto the floor next to her, rubbing her back gently.
"It's okay. You're seventeen. It's not like we're first years. We are seventh-years, and after graduation in June, you can put this all behind you," Harry said, pulling her into a hug. "You'll be okay."
"No Harry," said Hermione slowly between sobs, "I won't be okay. What if Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall find out? I will lose my Head Girl badge! We'll get expelled! What if something happens? What if-"
"Hermione, calm down," Harry cut her off, taking her head away from her hands. He brushed away her tears and softly kissed her on the lips. When he pulled away, he looked into her chocolate-brown eyes. "Nothing is going to happen."
Something did happen...
TWO AND A HALF MONTHS LATER
"So, class, the homework is to write a twelve inch essay on Animagis," Professor McGonagall said, to a response of moans and groans. "Class dismissed," she added. The seventh-year Gryffindor's all got up and began to exit the room. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were the last ones out. As soon as they were out of the Professor's earshot, Hermione stumbled and pulled on the back of Harry's robes.
"Harry, I feel dizzy," she said weakly as she fell against the cold stone wall, dropping her book bag. She grabbed her forehead with one hand, and her stomach with the other. Upon hearing this, Harry and Ron both spun around. Ron dropped his things and caught her from the back as she fell. Harry also put down his things and lifted her chin. Her face was pale and emotionless.
"Ron, she's out cold. We should get her to the Hospital Wing."
"But Harry, we can't possibly carry her up all of those stairs, especially with all of the other students running around."
"I am fully aware of that fact, thanks," Harry said, sighing. He looked around, and then an idea popped into his head. "How about you go and get Madame Pomfrey, and I'll stay with Hermione."
"Erm...okay," Ron said, sounding disappointed. He and Harry laid Hermione on the floor. Ron picked up his things and went down the dark hallway to the Hospital Wing after giving one last glance at Hermione. Harry took off his black over-robe and folded it. He gently picked up Hermione's head and put the robe underneath it. He kneeled down next to her motionless body and pulled a few stray hairs away.
"Hermione, please wake up," he said, his voice shaking. "Please wake up. Please."
"Why? I was having such a nice dream," came a voice from below. Harry looked down and saw Hermione's eyes flutter open as she sat up. "What happened? Why am I lying on the floor?" she asked in a cheerful yet confused voice as she rubbed her eyes.
"You fainted. As soon as we got out of McGonagall's class, you said that you felt dizzy, and you fainted," Harry said as he picked up his robe and put it back on. Hermione sat up and looked around just in time to see that behind her Ron and Madame Pomfrey were rushing down the hall, their footsteps echoing in the silence.
Madame Pomfrey kneeled down next to Hermione and asked her, "Miss Granger, what happened? All that Mr. Weasley has told me is that you felt dizzy and then fainted." Hermione nodded and added,
"But before I fainted, my stomach hurt a whole lot. I have no idea why, though." Madame Pomfrey took out her wand and flicked it over Hermione's stomach. A parchment popped into her hand, and she opened it. Madame Pomfrey read it;
Quick Diagnosis
Name: Hermione Jane Granger
Age: 17
Diagnosis: Pregnant
Madame Pomfrey abruptly put a hand to her heart and shut it. She began breathing very heavily and her eyes darted from Harry, to Ron, and to Hermione. They were all looking at Madame Pomfrey expectantly. "Miss Granger, dear, I think you should have Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley escort you to your Head Girl room. Don't read this until you are sitting down, Okay?" Madame Pomfrey said with a raspy voice. Hermione nodded, and put the folded piece of parchment in her robe pocket. Madame Pomfrey left, shaking her head and muttering words like, "How?" and "crazy".
Harry helped Hermione up, while Ron got all of the books up into his arms. They walked to the Head's Common Room. Hermione said the password and they entered. They walked briskly through it and Hermione opened another door, which happened to be pink. They walked into Hermione's bedroom. It was a small pale pink room, with a desk piled high with books, a bookshelf that was crammed full, and a royal purple queen-sized bed in the corner. There was also a purple vanity with a matching wardrobe in another corner. Hermione sat down on the edge of her bed as Ron dumped everything on the floor. Harry sat at her side as she took the parchment out of her pocket. Ron straightened the pile and sat down next to Harry.
"Um...you guys?" Hermione started, "Can I open this without you guys looking over my shoulder?" Harry and Ron nodded, and both walked over to the opposite side of the room. Hermione unfolded the parchment, and read it. Her eyes grew as wide as Galleons, and she gasped. Her voice shook as she said, "Harry, can you come here?"
Harry nodded and walked over. "Hermione, what is...OH MY GOD!" Harry said softly as he saw the diagnosis. Hermione's eyes started to glisten.
"Ron," she said quietly while averting his gaze. "Could you excuse us for a moment please? Harry and I need to talk." Ron nodded reluctantly, and without further questioning, he walked out of the room, his head hanging low. As soon as he closed the door behind him, the locked clicked shut. Hermione burst into tears. She put her hands to her face. Harry looked over to her.
"It's okay, Hermione," he said, pulling her hair back from her face. He pulled her into a hug and let her cry into his shoulder. "You'll pull through this. If we think positively, then it will all be fine."
Hermione pulled out of the hug and said, her voice getting louder and louder even though the lump in her throat was getting bigger and bigger, "No Harry. It won't be okay. I'm only seventeen! I was supposed to graduate and do great things! I'm not supposed to have a kid! What will my parents think?" She started panicking, which made her only cry more.
"Hermione, calm down," Harry said, cupping her hands into his. "Once we graduate, you can move into an apartment near my new one, and get a job, and..."
"HARRY!" Hermione cried, "No-one is going to want to hire a pregnant seventeen-year-old!"
"But, you are Hermione Granger. You are smart, and with that trait you can...um..." Harry blanked out.
"See?" she whispered, "I bet I am going to end up living in a shelter somewhere, or be someone's slave." She started to cry again. Harry cringed and hugged her again, stroking her hair. Hermione kept on crying, but she felt safe and warm in his arms. But then a thought crept into her head. "How are we going to tell Ron?"
"Maybe you don't have to. You are good at keeping secrets."
"We have to tell him! He's our best friend! Maybe he will let me stay at the Burrow until I can save up some money," Hermione said hopefully as they broke from the hug. Just then a knock came at the door.
"Can I come in now?" said Ron from the other side of the door.
Harry answered in a calm voice, "Yes Ron. Come in." Ron pushed open the door and walked in, shutting the door behind him again.
"What's wrong with Hermione?" he asked curiously. Hermione stood up and walked over to him. She took a hold of his shoulder's, so he was arm length away.
"R-R-Ron..." she stammered, "I-I-I am...um...going to...have...a baby." Ron's eyes flew open, and his ears went flaming red, as they always do in uncomfortable situations. He exploded her with questions.
"Who? How? When?"
"Whoa, calm. Why don't we all sit?" Hermione suggested. Ron nodded, and they all sat in a circle on Hermione's pink fuzzy rug. Ron had a very puzzled yet concerned look on his face, and his eyes darted from Harry to Hermione.
Harry looked quizzically at Hermione when she continued. "Ron...do you remember the Halloween party?" Ron nodded, and then Hermione fell silent. She looked down and started fiddling with the fuzz on her rug. A couple of tears fell onto it. Harry shifted near Hermione slightly, and she fell against his chest, silent tears streaming down her face.
Ron just looked on, confused as ever. Harry put his chin on top of Hermione's head and hugged her close. They sat like that for a couple of minutes, and then the light bulb turned on above Ron's head. "Oh! You guys! What are you going to do?"
"I dunno. We have no place to stay, hardly any money to raise a child off of, and...and...and..." her voice barely audible as she moaned into Harry's chest. Harry rubbed her back with pity in his eyes but confusion on his face. Hermione took a deep breath and sat up.
"Hermione...you look sort of green," Ron commented.
"Yeah. Are you feeling okay?" Harry agreed. Hermione shook her head and ran of to her bathroom. (The door was directly across the room from her bed) Ron and Harry both cringed as they heard her throw up behind the closed door.
"Ron..." Harry started, "What Halloween party was she talking about? The day after Halloween I woke up in a closet."
END OF CHAPTER
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