Unfortunate Fates
Rating: R – contains some smut and language.
Summary: After the Graduation Party, the seventh year students decide to continue their celebrations at a nightclub in
Hogsmead. Drinking, grinding, groping is abundant. But one Hermione Granger wants to stay a virgin. So, what happens?
Uninvited guests Fred and George Weasley decide to spike her drink. Getting Hermione drunk proves to be a lot more fun
than they first thought. She is quite the party animal. But as the night goes on, nobody can find her anymore. Nor can they find
Draco Malfoy. Now, two months later, Hermione sits, comforted by her close friends as her life, and the one inside of her
seems to be in shambles.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. It all belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling.
Chapter 2 - Confessions
When Hermione awoke, it was 2:00 pm. Too late to go back to work.
Getting up, she walked over to the full length mirror behind her bedroom door. She stood sideways and stared at her
stomach. The logical part of her brain told her that her stomach was still flat would stay flat for a while, but the rest of her was
screaming in agony. To her, her stomach looked huge.
Now, more worrying thoughts came to mind. How would she tell people? Keeping the events of Graduation Night a secret
was one thing. Pregnancy was another. Of course, she could always get an abortion. But Hermione didn't believe in that. It
wasn't the baby's fault that she and Malfoy had been so drunk and stupid. So why punish it by serving it with a death
sentence?
Telling everyone that she was pregnant would be shocking enough. How could she say that Malfoy was the father? If she said
that she didn't know who the father was, she would be seen as some sort of slut.
No, she would tell the truth. It was the most honourable thing to do.
Hermione walked up the rickety stairs to the front door of The Burrow slowly. She had never been a procrastinator, but she
was scared of facing her friends.
When she finally reached the door, she hesitated before lifting the knocker. Delivering two knocks, Hermione stepped back
and waited.
Finally, Harry opened the door.
"Hermione! What a pleasant surprise," he said.
Hermione just gave him a small smile before following him into the house.
"I wasn't expecting you to drop by today," Harry was saying.
"Yeah, well I just felt like I needed to see my two best friends again."
Harry didn't say anything. She saw Ron and him at work everyday. He knew something was wrong.
During their seventh year, the three of them had decided to live together at the burrow before finding a place of their own. But
after Graduation Night, Hermione had changed her mind and taken an apartment by herself in Wizarding London.
He had always wondered what had happened that night, and he had a feeling that he was going to find out very soon.
The whole Weasley clan was at home that night, except of course, Ginny. Even Charlie and Bill were there because they had
decided to take a few days off work. So naturally, the noise was abundant. Seven different conversations were taking place at
the one time.
The only person not taking part was Hermione. She sat there, wedged between Fred and Bill, picking at her food. Had Mrs
Weasley not been too busy arguing with George about the way the twins were conducting their business, she would have been
greatly offended that Hermione was not gulfing down her food.
Harry, who was sitting opposite her, had tried to converse with her, but she had only responded with monosyllables, so he
gave up on her and turned instead to Charlie, who was offering a good verbal sparring on the best way to do a Wronksy
Feint.
Ron was too busy discussing that year's Quidditch World Cup to notice Hermione's melancholy expression.
Finally, Bill turned to Hermione to get her opinion on which earring would best suit his face. When she didn't even turn to face
him while he spoke, he realised that something was wrong. He leant over her and tapped Fred on the shoulder.
"I think Hermione needs some cheering up," he said, giving Fred a wink.
Fred knew exactly what Bill was talking about.
Together, they both placed a hand on one of Hermione's thighs.
Hermione didn't move a muscle.
Slightly miffed, the two Weasley brothers decided to try a little harder. They inched their hands up.
When she still didn't respond, they decided to go all the way.
They both pressed their hands into her sensitive area.
That, at least, got her attention.
Hermione gave a little yelp and knocked over her pumpkin juice. Nobody noticed, however because they were all having their
own heated conversations.
Gasping, Hermione shoved their hands away. "What the fuck are you doing?" she hissed.
"Cheering you up," they replied in unison.
"Go fuck yourselves," she spat at them. That said, Hermione left the table and stalked up the stairs to "her room". It wasn't
hers really, but that's where she slept whenever she stayed over.
Harry glanced over to where Hermione was sitting and saw that she wasn't there anymore. He looked questioningly at Bill.
"Fred and just tried to cheer her up," Bill explained, "but she's got a huge pole up her ass."
Harry groaned. "You didn't do your famous 'Fred and Bill cheering up move', did you?"
When Bill nodded, Harry got up too, pulling Ron with him.
Ron, who had no idea what was on, struggled to get out of Harry's grip. "What do want?" he asked.
"Something's wrong with Hermione, and we, as her best friends, have an obligation to comfort her," Harry explained as they
climbed the stairs. Ron, who had always been blindly protective of Hermione, needed no further explanation.
When they reached her room, they paused. The door was closed, but muffled sobs could be heard.
Ron knocked on the door gently. "Hermione, it's us," he called, "can you open the door?"
They heard footsteps and a moment later, the door opened to reveal a dishevelled Hermione with a tear stained face. As soon
as they were seated on the bed, she shut the door and flung her arms around their necks and cried her heart out.
Once her tears had dried out, she sat up and wiped her face, a bit embarrassed about her waterworks display. Harry and Ron
patted her back awkwardly, neither knowing what to say.
Finally, Harry spoke, "Wanna tell us what's wrong?"
This brought forth another bought of tears. Hermione struggled to control them, and once she succeeded, she blurted out –
"I'm pregnant!"
Harry and Ron both froze.
"Very funny, Hermy," Ron said at last.
"No, I'm serious."
The two boys glanced suspiciously at each other.
Hermione saw this and burst out laughing.
"Harry, I did not sleep with Ron. And Ron, I did not sleep with Harry!"
"Then who did you do it with?" they both asked at the same time.
Hermione realised that she would now have to tell them about Malfoy. Taking a deep breath, she began her tale.
"Do you guys remember what happened after the twins spiked my drink?"
Ron glanced nervously at Harry. "Don't worry Ron," Harry assured him, "I told her about it."
Ron gave a sigh of relief.
"Do you guys remember?" Hermione asked again.
"Uh, yeah," Ron said, "everyone does, what with your table top dancing and the karaoke competition."
Hermione pushed aside her curiosity to find out what she had done at the karaoke competition. "What happened next?"
This time Harry spoke. "Well, you started dancing. More like dirty dancing."
Hermione shot him a questioning look.
"Like, you know, grinding and groping."
Hermione closed her eyes and told herself to breathe deeply. "Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out," she muttered
to herself. Once she had calmed down a bit, she asked them to continue.
"After that," Harry said, "no one really knew where you had gone."
"Yeah," said Ron, "you like, disappeared."
The two boys exchanged glances. They didn't dare tell Hermione that Lavender Brown was saying Hermione had left with
Draco Malfoy in tow. She would be too angry, too offended.
"Right, well, I suppose I ought to fill you in on the rest," Hermione said nervously. She paused, unsure of how to start. She
looked at the boys' faces. So loving and concerned. She swallowed. Tears welled up in her eyes again.
She felt an arm curl around her shoulders. Looking up, she saw Harry smiling down at her. "You can tell us, Hermione."
"Um, I left with…You guys have got to understand that I was really drunk, okay?"
"Hermione, it's not as if you left with Malfoy or anything, so don't worry. We'll understand," Ron said reassuringly.
Hermione just looked up at her two best friends sadly. They were going to hate her so much. "I'm really sorry."
Comprehension dawned on the two boys.
Ron shook his head disbelievingly. "You mean you actually slept with Malfoy?"
Hermione just nodded.
"Wow, you must have been really plastered," he said.
Meanwhile, Harry was sitting silently, with his head in his hands.
This worried Hermione. Was he angry with her?
"Harry," she began tentatively, "are you angry?"
He ignored the question. Instead, he asked one of his own. "Did you sleep with anyone else?"
Hermione shook her head.
"Are you sure?" he demanded.
She nodded. By now, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Was he your first?"
Again she nodded. The tears were pouring down her face.
Ron just watched from his position on the bed.
Harry began pacing.
"Is he the only person you've slept with?"
"Yes," was the quiet reply.
He slammed his fist into the wall so hard the windows rattled. "So he's the fucking father of your baby!"
"That fucking bastard!" Ron roared and he too punched the wall.
Had Hermione not been so distraught over her situation, she would have laughed at how ridiculous it was that Ron had copied
Harry's example of punching the wall.
Instead, she sobbed harder than ever. "Are you guys mad at me?"
This simple question brought Harry and Ron out of the world of the enraged and back into the cruel world in which they lived.
They sat down on either side of her. "No, of course not," they told her.
"Hermione," Harry began, "for you to have gone with Malfoy, you must have been seriously intoxicated."
"No shit," she replied sarcastically.
"So, how can you remember all this?"
She told them about the dream she would have almost every night. It was a bit embarrassing to tell two guys about such an
erotic dream, but somehow she managed.
Once she had finished, she felt drained. All this drama had zapped her energy.
Sensing that Hermione was tired, the boys made to leave, but Hermione stopped them.
"Can you guys stay with me?" she pleaded. "Please?"
And so, they slept side-by-side and the double bed in Hermione's room, each of them comforted by the others presence.
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