I don't support the Harry/Hermione ship, but I figured that this story should have plenty of variety, so yeah.

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BEST FRIENDS HELP

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the Common Room doing homework, when Harry noticed Hermione lean back for a moment and clutch her stomach.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked, concerned.

"Hmm?" Hermione looked at Harry, a pained expression on her face and her hand still holding her belly. "Oh yes, I'm just fine…"

She suddenly got up and rushed out of the room.

Harry turned to Ron.

"She been like this all day and she still won't tell me what's wrong!" he exclaimed, exasperated.

"Good thing it's the weekend then, huh? She's not missing any school." Ron said offhandedly.

Harry shook his head at Ron's obvious uncaring-ness, and got up to go find Hermione.

He passed the bathroom just as Hermione stepped out.

She came out sobbing quietly, and tried to stop when she saw Harry watching her, but steady breaths just wouldn't come.

"Hey," Harry tried to say soothingly, "Tell me what's wrong." He pulled Hermione into his embrace. "It'll be fine whatever it is. I'll help you."

Hermione's tearful eyes met with Harry's.

"I know it's my fault…" she quickly looked down and continued crying while Harry just held her and stroked her hair.

Finally, words came haltingly.

"It's Ron. The other night we were just messing around, and… well one thing just led to another, and… oh Harry, now he doesn't even seem to care!"

Harry didn't' know if this was the right time to say it, but the words just fell out of his mouth.

"You know, if things ever don't work out with Ron…"

Harry lifted Hermione's chin to make her look up at him, and he placed his lips over hers.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, backing away, "I'm pregnant."