Disclaimer: I don't own J.K Rowlings characters, plots, places, or things. I just described a noun didn't I?
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Summary: Post-Hogwarts : After a crazy night of party hopping with Ginny Weasley, Hermione becomes pregnant. D/Hr, GW/HP This story is a mix between the songs "Zoe Jane" by Stain'd and "Blurry" by Puddle of Mudd.
Note: By the way if you can't tell the "extremely not cliché" was sarcasm.
Tilly Athene
Chapter 3: A Visit and Realizations
Summer was at an end, when Hermione found herself lying atop of silk covered sheets staring at a white plastic stick. A chill had begun to pass through all of London, and it signaled an end to freedom. Teachers were heading back to work decorating there classrooms with colorful chalk and encouraging posters. Kids were shopping for there last minute school supplies, fearing the beginning of what felt like the end. Yet, Hermione lay in her home. : Cationic to the world around her.
The little plastic stick wouldn't lie. Not if there were 4 others sitting the rubbish bin in her bathroom. She had been throwing up for days, sleeping in later then usual, have cravings for macaroni and cheese with marmalade on top. The signs were as clear as day; she was pregnant.
She had thought about her pregnancy in and out, making a mental list of things to remember. One; she was unmarried. Two; the only possible person who the baby's father was, is Draco malfoy. Three; him being the father was a bad thing. Four; She was so happy and that was what scared her the most. Hermione wanted the baby no doubt, but being a single mother would be tough.
As she continued to try to comprehend the whole situation, a loud pop echoed through the halls. Hermione sat up, and looked out into the hall through her open door.
"Hello?" She called, half expecting to get an answer. When no voice called back Hermione got up off the bed and walked silently out of the room. A silhouette of a man stood in the dark hallway looking at a wall covered in pictures. Hermione stood up close to the wall and flicked the light switch.
The brunette screamed in surprise, racing to the person who had turned to look at her, and jumping into his awaiting arms.
"Harry!" She squealed, wrapping her delicate arms around the tall male. He nuzzled his face into her neck and kissed her cheek.
"Hermione," He said as if in a sigh. "How I've longed to hug you again."
Hermione smiled and pulled away from him. Their eyes connected, bringing about many memories of past. She silently grabbed his hand, and led him towards the kitchen.
"How are you?" She asked pulling out a seat for him, then proceeding to busy herself over tea. "Sorry I haven't been able to visit you in Grimuald lately. I've been busy making up lesson plans or school.
He watched her closely, transfixed in the way she moved. He had missed watching his best friend work quickly.
"I'm do- doing fine," he answered shortly. "I've come to tell you some go-good news." He spoke slowly and with a stutter here and there.
Hermione attributed it to minimal speaking on his part.
"What's the good news?" She asked crossing the kitchen in search of an oven mitt.
"I'm coming ba-back to Hogwarts as a teacher of Defense of the Dark Ar-Arts." Hermione stopped what she was doing and whipped around to look at him. Confusion swept over her as many different emotions played off of her mind. Was Minerva as crazy as Dumbledore? In Harry's state, she didn't understand how he could even converse logically.
However she held her tongue, opting to be happy for her friend instead.
"That's great news Harry!" She grinned at him, and then turned back to the kettle as it began to whistle. "Very great indeed," She could feel his eyes watching her as she maneuvered the hot kettle on o the table.
"Your nervous ab- about this are- aren't you?" Harry whispered softly placing his hand on top of hers.
Brown eyes matched on the level of dull green ones. His eyes didn't shine like they used to.
"Slightly; But, I've got more things going through my mind at the moment."
He didn't say anything, nor did he look at her, he just stirred sugar into his tea. However, Hermione knew he was waiting for an explanation.
"Harry." She hesitated. "I'm pregnant." She whispered looking at him, watching for his reaction.
He didn't look up, and his face showed no reaction. He simply said, "Who's the fa- father?"
"Draco." She sunk lower with herself, waiting for a ranting about bad taste, but none came. That was something from the past. Something the old Harry would have done, not to mention Ron. He looked up at her and gave a slight smile.
"So are you gonna name it after me or what?" He said slowly, but not stuttering once. Hermione broke into a grin, tears running down her face; happy with acceptance.
"Oh goddess Harry!" she cried pushing out of her seat and burrowing herself into his chest.
"Does he know?" He asked gripping on to her.
"No."
"Will he?"
"No." She continued to cry harder, soaking his chest with her juvenile tears.
Harry looked down at the girl in his arms, happy just to be able to hold her. It was times like these when friends are welcome among any other. And all he could do was wait. Wait, until she shed her last tear. Wait, until she figured out what she needed. Wait, because she waited for him. And wait, because it was the right thing for a best friend to do.
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A/N: Okay. So I'm back! Hello everyone. Sorry it's been so long. I really got into my studying over the year and well, excuses aside I'm sorry. Also about the short chapter, I will make sure the next one is longer. This story is kind of cliché, but in all reality, it is slightly different. Please Review! 3
NEXT TIME: Hermione is in her first month of school, third month of pregnancy, and will meet someone from her past.