This one's going to be a short one, because I'm just tying up loose ends. Then comes the epilogue.

Disclaimer: Nope, still not.

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Hermione, helped along by Ginny, sat down in the chair opposite Pansy's reclining form. Ginny then ran to get Harry on Professor McGonagall's orders. When the two of them had returned and Harry had sat down, Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at Pansy, murmured the leg-locker curse, then said, "Ennervate!" Pansy's eyes shot open, and, upon seeing McGonagall, she promptly tried to run, but the leg-locker curse prevented her. "Ms. Parkinson, it does not look good for you right now. If you should tell me the absolute truth, I shall be lenient with my punishment. If not, I shall leave it up to Mr. Filch to decide." Pansy whimpered. "Do we have an accord?" Pansy nodded. "Good. Now begin."

"I-I got a letter from the Ministry this summer saying that I was betrothed, which is where this whole bit starts, I suppose."

"Betrothed to whom?"

"Harry Potter. Then, I find out that he went and got engaged to a Mudblood,"

"Ms. Parkinson, I'm warning you about your language."

"Sorry, Professor. He got engaged to her. I was angry; if he thought he could break our betrothal just like that, then he had another thing coming." McGonagall sighed.

"I don't see your motivation for all of this. Why did you want to marry Potter? I thought you hated him." Pansy shrugged.

"I did. Then I got my letter and decided that he wasn't so bad. But then he proposed to her and I got jealous."

"So you decided to do something about it," McGonagall said, and Pansy nodded. "Please, continue."

"So I got to Hogwarts. I knew that Ron Weasley loved Granger, so I used that to get him to help me." At this, Ginny's jaw dropped.

"Harry was right!" she said to Hermione, so low that only she could hear. Hermione's attention was completely focused on Pansy. Harry just sat in his chair, staring in disbelief at Pansy.

"You got Mr. Weasley to help you with what?"

"I-I wanted to mess up their marriage. If I couldn't have him, neither could she."

"What did you do to 'mess up' their marriage?" McGonagall asked sternly.

"I ordered a love potion and gave it to Weasley to slip into Potter's evening pumpkin juice. I figured if Granger saw Potter kissing me, then she'd leave him."

"But it didn't work, did it?" McGonagall asked Pansy.

"No, but it weakened their trust. That was all I needed. I had stolen some Polyjuice Potion from Professor Slughorn on the first day of term. I put it in a cauldron in my dormitory to stew more. Then, she got pregnant." Anger flashed in Pansy's eyes. "I thought my plan was over, until Weasley mentioned something that gave me an idea."

"And this idea was-?" McGonagall prompted Pansy.

"I would take some of Granger's hair and put it in the Polyjuice Potion as I had planned, and I would ask for a divorce. The baby complicated matters, but I thought it would make the breakup messier...and I could catch Potter on the rebound."

"So that brings us to the events tonight, then?" Pansy nodded. "Go on, then."

"I got the password to their common room from Weasley, and snuck in. When Granger went to brush her hair, I put the Full Body Bind on her and stole a couple of hairs. I locked the bathroom door, then went back to my bedroom and took the potion. When Potter got back from dinner, I told him (as Hermione) that I wanted a divorce and he stormed out. Then Weasley came and found me. But she must have suspected because she Stunned me, and, apparently, ran to get you." Harry shifted in his chair, before addressing Pansy.

"What made you think that I would ever fall for you?" he asked her.

"Ms. Parkinson, you will have a month's worth of detentions with me. Also, one hundred and fifty points will be taken from Slytherin house. Ms. Weasley, please come with me. Ms. Parkinson, you may return to the Slytherin common room." She removed the leg-locker curse, and Ginny and Pansy followed her out. Harry turned to Hermione after they had all left.

"Listen, I'm sorry-" Harry started.

"For what?" she asked him.

"For everything."

"I should have believed you sooner."

"That's okay." She snuggled into him, and he put his hand on her swollen belly.

"Ouch!" She sat up, rubbing her stomach.

"What?" Harry looked worried now.

"I don't know. I think the baby kicked, but I'm not sure." Harry picked her up and ran out of the common room.

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Madam Pomfrey came through Hermione's curtains, with a clipboard in her hands.

"Well, I've got good news. The baby's fine. She just kicked, that's all."

"Oh, that's-wait, did you say she?" Madam Pomfrey smiled.

"That's right, it's a girl!" Hermione threw her arms around Harry's neck and laughed.

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When they had made it back to the common room, they found Ginny waiting for them with a stricken look on her face. Hermione rushed to her and sat next to her.

"What is it, Gin?" Ginny brandished a letter at Hermione. It was almost identical to Harry's letter, sans the date and the names involved. Hermione scanned it, scanned it again, and looked at Ginny, shocked.

"Neville? You're betrothed to Neville?" Ginny nodded.

"And Ron's betrothed to Luna." Harry snorted.

"And I thought I had it bad," he said. Hermione slapped his arm.

"Neville's a good guy, Gin, he really is."

"I know he is. But what do I tell Dean?"

"Chances are, he's gotten a letter, too."

"I can't afford the fine."

"No, but I can." Harry said, stubbornly.

"Harry, you don't have to, Neville's a really good guy."

"I insist. You shouldn't be forced to marry someone. It's wrong." Ginny hugged him.

"Thanks, Harry. I don't know how I can ever repay you for this."

"Don't worry about it."