Ron crashed into Hermiones room, where she stood in front of her mirror, pulling her hair up to be in a ponytail. She twitched when he entered too harshly.

"God, Ronald!", she yelled a bit and let her hair fall back down in shock. Now they fell down from her shoulders to her collarbone.

"Sorry darling", he said, still very troubled. He felt that his palms got sweaty and that his cheeks started to blush when his blood stopped circulating that quickly, because he suddenly stopped running. His breath was fast and his eyes shaky.

"Are you okay? What's up?", she let down the hair tie with which she actually tried to tuck up her hair in the first place.

"We protected, right?", he gushed out.

"Yeah… y-you did", she stumbled, "right?"

"I thought you did?", he asked back, felt how tight his lungs got.

"I didn't have my wand here", she nodded.

"Well.. bloody hell", Ron's nose now shone bright red into her direction.

"No.", Hermione shook her head and looked into her boyfriends eyes.

"For once, I thought I could relay on you!", she hissed and grabbed the hair tie again.

In a practised move, she tugged up her blondish hair and walked around him.

"I am sorry.. But you didn't do anything about it either.", he turned around her as well.

"Because I thought you did!", she spoke louder and Ron could literally see how her heart rate increased.

"Calm down darling. You should be resting.", he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, but she broke away very upset.

"No Ronald. Leave", she ordered and didn't give him any more look.

"What?", at first he thought he misheard her, but when she pushed him into the direction of the door he understood.

"Are you serious?", he now got angry too, "this wasn't my fault all alone."

"But you…", she moved her arms in the air and searched for words. "You seduced me!"

"I am sorry?", he frowned and took a step into the room.

"I didn't want to do it anyway!", she actually yelled at him now.

"I didn't seduce you! You wanted it just like me!", he shouted back.

She was completely silent now, and sank down onto her mattress.

"Sorry..", she muttered.

"It's okay.", Ron's voice lowered as he sank next to her, hugging her from the side.

"We have to see Snape.", she looked at him, "if we're quick enough, he can give me a serum."

"Ohww..", Ron frowned because he already felt embarrassed again. To think about that, one of his teacher knew what they did really gave him the chills.

"Can't you brew it yourself?", he asked, his nose wrinkled up more.

"I'm afraid no. It would take over a month, and we don't have that much time."

"Fine. Let's go", he jumped up and grabbed her hand. Not that he actually wanted to see Snape on a Saturday morning, but they had no other option.

"Now?", she asked, surprised and insecure.

"You said we need to be fast", he still reached out his hand to grab hers.

"But.. I'm not even dressed", she said and started to panic. Clearly. And Ron could see it.

"What do you want to wear. I'll bring it.", he spoke soft now, even though he panicked just like her.

"That blue jeans from yesterday and the gray jumper. Honestly just something, Ron", she ordered a bit harsh, and he saw how she fought her tears.

Ron stepped back in silence and collected her clothes. A weird silent atmosphere built up.

"A child? Really", she spoke from her bed and looked down along her body.

The Weasley boy threw his look to her.

"No. It'll be just fine. Don't worry.", his lungs tightened even more, when he heard her soft voice.

"If not?", she looked at him, while he passed her the clothes.

"It'll be", Ron poorly tried to smile, but he couldn't.

—

"Miss Granger!", Snape looked at her. She had just opened up about her problem and that was the only response she got.

"So you tell me that you practised sexual activity's in school.", his eyebrows moved up.

She simply nodded. Ron stood next to her.

"With Weasley?", it seemed like he had to hold himself back from laughing.

Still, Hermione just nodded once more.

"What's so funny?", Ron asked, angry. Normally he would never speak to a teacher like that, but being insulted by one made him angry.

"Careful Weasley", he warned and moved closer to him.

"When the both of you started school, you were introduced with our school rules. Or am I wrong?", his look moved back to Hermione. Now she shook her head.

"Great. So tell me. Why did you disregard the rule of no opposition gender in the dorms?", his face was now so close to Hermiones that she could tell where his pupils started and his iris ended.

"Professor McGonagall a-allowed him to stay over", the girl said quiet.

"I see", his face moved back, "so why isn't it McGonagall whom you're whining about your problems with?"

"Because you have a full storage of potions.", Ron stepped into the conversation.

"Alright.", he stepped back even further and grabbed something out of his shelf. A little flask with a light green liquid in it.

"Take this", he handed it to Hermione, "and your… problem… will disappear"

"Thanks Professor..", Hermione mumbled and instantly pored all of it into her mouth without a doubt.

"No.", with a bubbly sound, she spit it out again.

"moine..", Ron looked at her from the side.

"It is what it is. If it's meant to be, then it should be", she said confident.

"What?", Ron frowned once more.

"We'll see", she looked at him.

——

"We'll see?", Ron followed her into her room.

"Yes", she let out with a heavy breath while she laid down onto her bed again.

She pulled the blanket over her body and closed her eyes.

"Hermione, darling. We can't", Ron laid down next to her, cuddling onto her.

"But.", she mumbled, "life shouldn't be killed."

"But there isn't", he answered. His arm moved over her hips.

"It just not feels right.", she turned around to look into his face.

"What if…"

"But a child, Hermione? We're 16. And we haven't even finished school", Ron explained and stroke some hair over her forehead.

"I don't know, Ron. I really don't", she whispered and snuggled into his arms. They must have fallen asleep, but it was McGonagall who once again stood in front of her bed.

"Professor.", Hermione looked at her and shook Ron's shoulder. "Ron, wake up!"

"Miss Granger. I am here to inform you that Mister Weasley is going back to his dorms immediately. 30 point from each of you!"

She was speechless again.

"Ron!", she said again as he slowly woke up.

"Get out of here Weasley!", McGonagall ordered strict and seemed pretty angry. Ron left within a minute.

"I am sorry Professor..", she said there and felt miserable for betraying her.

"Miss Granger.", she said, and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Hermione. You don't need to apologize for your urges. Intercourse is something that happens very often here. But I am very much disappointed. I really thought I could trust you."

"I know. It won't happen again. I promise", she didn't dare to look at her.

"It's so wonderful to see how much in love you are. But some rules have to be followed."

"Yes.", answered Hermione. "I'll only meet him in our common room from now on"

"Very well.", the Professor nodded and left right afterwards, leaving Hermione all alone in the big, empty room.