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Chapter One Recap;

"Ron..." Harry started, "What Halloween party was she talking about? The day after Halloween I woke up in a closet."

CHAPTER TWO

"There was a big party on Halloween night. Everybody got drunk, and...thing happened...," Ron said, shifting uncomfortably. Harry raised his eyebrows.

"But...who did this to Hermione?"

Ron looked at Harry like he had three heads. "You did, mate," he said, chuckling. "Man, you must have gotten pretty drunk." He patted his shoulder a couple of times, and Harry cracked a fake smile. "Harry, I think you should go help her," Ron said, nodding towards the now silent bathroom. Harry nodded, and opened the door.

Hermione was sitting on the floor, leaning against a white porcelain bathtub. In the room there was also a matching toilet and sink. The room was cream, and there was a door on the other side. Hermione was clutching her stomach, wincing and moaning slightly.

Harry sat down next to her and grabbed an elastic that was on the edge on the sink. Her pulled her hair back into a ponytail, (and did a very messy job, I might add). She managed to mouth a thanks. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. Harry suddenly felt a weight drop down into his stomach.

His voice shook as he said cautiously, "Hermione...are you okay?"

Hermione looked up, her eyes glossy. She took a deep breath and managed to say in a very quiet whisper, "No. I am not okay. I am not ready to be a mother, and I know that you are not ready to be a father. But what can I do about it? Nothing," she said flatly, leaning her head onto Harry's shoulder. Harry leaned back onto the bathtub and pushed a couple of loose strands of hair away from her face.

After a few moments of quiet, Hermione's breathing because peaceful. She had fallen asleep. Harry let a smile play upon his lips, and he waited for her to awake...

"Hermione..." came a distant voice, "Wake up Hermione."

Hermione opened her eyes and felt someone gently shaking her shoulder. She was still propped up against the bathtub, new cold sweat beading on her forehead. She slowly turned her head to see Harry. His eyes were full of concern and confusion.

"Are you okay Harry?" she asked, rubbing her eyes and trying to sit up straight. "You look tired."

"I'm fine. Are you feeling any better?" he asked, his voice calm, yet worried.

Hermione nodded. "I feel much better, thank you. How long was I sleeping?"

"We've all missed the rest of our classes for the day." Harry replied, looking at his watch. "You've been sleeping about two hours. It's almost five o'clock. Ron just left to go and get the homework from the teachers we missed."

Hermione nodded and tried to get up, but failed. Harry helped her up and helped her walk over to her bed. She sat down on the edge. "Harry..." she began, "What are we going to do?"

"I dunno," replied Harry. He sat down next to her. "But I just want you to know that I will always be there to help you and support you."

Hermione smiled warmly at him, and put a hand on his. "I know you will make a great father." Harry beamed and squeezed her hand.

"And I know you will make a great mother."

Ron came back about fifteen minutes later. He knocked on the door. Harry and Hermione both said, "Come in" at the same time. As Ron opened the door, Harry and Hermione once again moved to the floor, leaning against the side of her bed. Ron dumped all of the books and parchment onto her desk, and sat down on the floor across from Hermione and Harry. There was an awkward silence, and Ron was the first to break it.

"So...have you guys thought of any names yet?"

Hermione spoke before Harry had a chance. "I have. I think that if it is a boy, James. If it's a girl, Lily."

Harry looked surprised. "But Hermione, why?"

"Because those were the names of your parents," Hermione said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

All three of them nodded in unison, and so it was decided.

"That is a good idea, Hermione," Ron said. They all sat there for a minute, enjoying the silence. Just then, a knock came at the door. Hermione jumped and put a hand to her heart.

"Come in," she said in a clear, sweet voice. She put a smile on her face as the door opened. It was Professor Dumbledore. Hermione, Harry, and Ron all stood up. He was wearing a navy blue robe the grazed the floor as he glided along it. He stood in the middle of the room, looking at the three students.

"I have talked to Madame Pomfrey, Miss Granger," he said, his eyes narrowing, the twinkle in them gone. Hermione looked down at her feet and her face lost all of it's color. Her smile disappeared. "Tell me, Miss Granger, when did this happen?"

Hermione trembled when she spoke. "On...on...Ha...Hallo....Halloween, Sir." Ron moved closer to her and gave her a hug. Harry looked at Dumbledore. He wasn't going to watch her get yelled at.

"I...I...I am going to go to the bathroom," he said, slipping away and into the Heads' bathroom, closing the door behind him. Dumbledore pretended to take no notice, but kept talking.

"You know that this has never happened before? And that we are going to have to take drastic measures?" Hermione nodded. "Well then, I guess...we'll have to...have the house elves build a crib."

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she hugged Dumbledore, whose twinkle had returned as well. "Thank you," she whispered to him. He patted her head, and she broke the hug. Harry had just come out of the bathroom, his glasses askew and his robes looking sort of big.

He ran over and kissed Hermione passionately. Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Ron stood there, mouth slightly open.

"Sorry Dumbledore. Couldn't resist," he said smugly as he walked over next to Ron was standing. Only Hermione saw the fire in Dumbledore's eyes when he looked at Harry's back. His fists were clenched, too. But as soon as all eyes were on him again, he was back to normal, and his arms were folded across his chest.

"So, Miss Granger, if my calculations are correct, you will have your child in...June or July," he said as he counted off the months on his fingers.

Hermione nodded. Dumbledore continued, "And am I correct in assuming that Mr. Potter is the father?" She nodded again, but started crying.

"But I'm not sure. I was so drunk that I don't remember!" she cried, putting her face into her hands. She broke down and fell to her knees, sobbing and crying into her hands. Ron sat down next to her and began to stroke her hair.

"Hermione, calm down. You will know who the father is once the baby is born."

"But what if it's a girl and she looks just like me?" she moaned into her hands.

Harry butted in, "Come off it, Gr- I mean, Hermione. I know I'm the father. I remember that night. Trust me." Hermione looked up from her hands. Her eyes were red and puffy, and there were tear stains on her cheeks.

"Harry," she said softly, "are you okay? You are acting really strange, and you're talking funny."

"Yeah," Ron added. "You said earlier that you didn't remem-"

"Enough arguing, students," Dumbledore said, cutting them off. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, I think you should leave Miss Granger alone for a while." Harry and Ron nodded, and the three of them left the room. As soon as the door clicked behind them, Hermione once again burst into tears. She put a silencing charm on her room, and laid down on her bed, crying into her pillow.

An hour later, Hermione decided that she needed to rinse her face off. She put a hand on the cold metal doorknob and pulled the door open. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the opposite door opened, revealing a Draco Malfoy with bloody hands.

"Get out here, Mudblood. Or should I say, 'Mudblood Mommy?'" he said, his face looking smug and evil.

Hermione's eyes grew wide, and instead of retorting back, she simply whispered in an angry tone, "How do you know?"

Malfoy just shook his head as he turned on the cold water in the sink. "I know a lot more than you think, Granger."

She looked at him with fear in her eyes. "Li...like...what?"

"Like Potty is supposedly the father," he said. "And that on Halloween 'you got so drunk that you can't remember!'" he said, going his best girl impression. He dried his hands when Hermione found her courage.

"You've been spying on us!"

"Not spying, Mudblood. Just...overhearing. You know, you're not the only one who uses this bathroom," he said, drying his hands on one of the fluffy white towels.

"Why is there blood on your hands? And why is there blood on the floor? Who did you beat up?" she asked, her eyes darting from him to the floor, which had a little trail of blood droplets leading to Malfoy's green and silver Head Boy room.

"That's none of your business, Mudblood. Now, if you don't mind, I have some business to attend to, so go read a book or something," Malfoy said as he slammed his door behind him. Hermione rinsed her face off and cleaned up the blood. Something pricked her finger.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed. She looked down at her right index finger. There was a little piece of glass in it. She carefully pulled it out and threw it away. Tearing off a piece of cloth from the bottom of her robe, she wrapped her finger in it and finished cleaning.

Meanwhile...

"Harry, are you serious? One minute you don't remember the party, and the next you do?"

"I am positive that I do not remember. Nothing has changed in the past five minutes."

"Then answer me this question: How did you break your glasses? Did Professor Binns punch you or something?"

"No," Harry said nervously.

"So let me get this straight; you went to History of Magic to get your textbook that you left there earlier, and in the process break your glasses. Also, if you went to get your textbook, why are you standing here in the common room empty-handed?" Ron asked Harry in a very demanding tone.

Harry decided not to answer these questions, so he abruptly changed the subject. "Ron, I am going to go do my homework in the dormitory."

Ron looked at Harry with one eyebrow raised. Then he looked back at his work. He sighed and said, "Wish Hermione was here. I need some help with Transfiguration."

Harry just nodded and climbed up the stone stairs. He pushed the wooded door open and sat down on his bed. He pulled up his sleeve and looked down at the gash in his arm. There were bloody knuckle marks around it.

'Darn Malfoy,' he thought. 'What did he have to do that for?' Harry took out his wand from his pocket and pointed it at his arm. "Mendo arm!" he murmured, and the slice gradually healed, leaving only a thin scar behind. He then took off his glasses and pointed his wand at them. "Oculus Repairo." The glasses fixed themselves, but there was a tiny piece missing in one of the edges, hidden from sight.

Six and a Half Months Later (End of June)

Hermione ran into Charms with hardly a minute to spare, and out of breath. Just after she sat down next to Harry, the bell rang. Professor Flitwick came out of a side door and climbed onto a stack of books. While he was preparing the class, Hermione rubbed her stomach and looked over at Harry. He looked very worried.

"Harry, don't worry. Everything is fine."

"Oh," Harry said, letting out a sigh of relief. "That's good, because heaven forbid you actually be late for a class." He kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Hey, Potter! Fatso! Get a room! Oh wait! I forgot! You don't want to have any more accidents!" Malfoy said, and laughter erupted from the Slytherin half of the room. Before Harry or Hermione could say anything, Ron, who was sitting on the other side of Harry, stood up.

"You bloody git! How dare you make fun of Hermione! You'd be fat too if you were in her place!" he shouted, ears turning bright red. It got a response of applause from the Gryffindor half of the room. Retorts were being thrown back and forth until a squeaky voice came above all.

"Class, please sit down and take notes off of the board. We are going to learn about the Fidelius Charm. Please take out your parchment and quills," Professor Flitwick said. Everyone did so and began copying the notes off of the magical blackboard. Every minute the words changed a different color. When the words changed from blue to red, Hermione suddenly gripped the arm of her chair and let out a quiet moan. She shut her eyes tight and clenched her teeth.

"Hermione? Hermione? Are you okay?" Harry asked, taking her head. Hermione shook her head rapidly and said in a quiet, raspy whisper, "No. I think I'm going into labor." Harry's heart stopped for a split second and he raised his hand and didn't even wait for Professor Flitwick to call on him.

"Professor- Hermione and I need to go to the Hospital Wing right now!" he shouted out. Professor nodded slowly. Harry helped Hermione up and out of the classroom. When the door magically shut behind them, people started talking, but Hermione's moans were louder.

"It's okay Hermione. You're gonna make it. Come on, we're almost there. Just a little more," Harry said gently as they walked down the hall...