Author's note: This is a HG/DM baby fic and they are in their fifth year. so if that sort of thing squicks you... sorry. I just felt i should warn you readers beforehand.

Chapter 1 - Something Dawns on Hermione

Hermione Granger froze.

She couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she couldn't even think.

She couldn't even think!

Her previously infallible mind had let her down.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked from behind her. "Hermione? What's wrong? Why did you-"

She trailed off as she saw her best friend's horrorstruck features.

"Mione?"

Then all of a sudden, Hermione broke out her trance and made a mad dash to the Gryffindor dorms. She pushed passed people as she took the stairs nearly three at a time; finally she slammed the portrait of the fat lady and leaned against the back off it, breathing heavily.

Ohmerlinohmerlinohmerlinohmerlinohmerlinohmerlinohmerlinohmerlinohmerlin

She paused for only a second before tearing into her room and pulling out one of her huge leather bound books. She had checked it out of the library a few days ago intending to check a few healing spells out in it.

She had come across a spell the day she had gotten it and laughed it off, now she sought out that particular spell. She looked around; there were a few people in the common room but not many. She couldn't risk it.

She thought of other places where she maybe able to perform this spell alone. She couldn't go to the library. That was where this whole mess started. A bathroom was crowded, save for maybe one. She finally decided on moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Hermione made her way there as fast as she could, keeping her head down and her eyes glued to the floor the entire way. She could not have someone following her there. She slipped it and closed the door behind her. She couldn't hear myrtle's sobbing; she figured that maybe she was out in some other bathroom whining to people.

Thank god.

"Finitrius materialis." she mumbled, touching her wand to her belly button and then to a piece of parchment. From where her wand touched the parchment, a pink dot formed and got larger until it was roughly three centimeters in diameter. Hermione muttered a word that she saved for special occasions, ones like these when words like 'damn' simply did not do.

She stood dazed as she stared at the piece of parchment; the pink dot mocked her with its existence.

It did not occur to her to cry or scream, or deny to herself what she knew to be true. It didn't occur to her to panic. She just stood there, staring at it until her strength finally failed her and she sank to the floor.

A million different little insignificant thoughts clouded through her head, her blatant ignorance of every sign and symptom, all her self-abomination and lastly, the conversation she had shared with Ginny.

How could she have been so careless?

How could she have forgotten something as big as this?

When was the last time she had had her period?

Merlin, had Ginny not mentioned her mother's pestering of Bill and Charlie for grandchildren she would never have sussed it out on her own. She had been ignoring all the signs, moodiness, morning sickness; she hadn't gotten her period in about two months.

Oh, Merlin.

What was she supposed to do now?

A sudden thought suddenly pierced her fogged brain.

I have to tell the father.

That sobered her up.

Merlin.

There could only be one person who was the father, and he was the very last person in the worlds, both wizard and muggle, that she would ever, think of breaking this type of news to.

And that was when she started crying.

Tears flowed down her cheeks and great heaving sobs shook her shoulders.

Why did it have to be him?

Why?

Oh, Merlin, how could she have been so stupid.

No, wait, thinking about it, this was way worse than stupid.

Was she some kind of masochist?

Somehow Hermione found the strength to get up and fling herself onto her bed; she grabbed a pillow and used to muffle her screams.

Merlin, what was she supposed to do now?

Hermione granger was not one to dissolve into tears over small things, quite the opposite, in fact. However, it had not been a long time since the last time that she had done so; it was that which had lead to all of this. That had leaded her into this mess.

She screamed one more time into her pillow, it was already drenched with her tears, then she took a few calming breaths. She did have to tell the father, but she was tired, so tired. Surely that could wait until tomorrow.

Exhausted, both emotionally and physically all of a sudden, Hermione kicked off her shoes and somehow managed to wriggle under the covers; as soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep.