Title: Out Of Hogwarts.

Author: Snidget&Co.

Rating: PG-13.

Summery: It's been 9 years since they graduated from "Hogwarts", come and see how they deal with real life in the real world. Can they?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter books. The brilliant J.K.

Pairing: H/H, G/D, R/L (this are the main pairing).

Genre: Romence/Humer.

Author's Note: Well, it's here! Enjoy this, I hope. There is a little drama, and I'm sorry for that. And one more thing, next chapter will be the last one. I'm starting a new, and much better, fic.

Don't forget to review! The thanks and dedication is in the end.

-Chapter Five: Expecting –

The room was silent, and nobody spoke. Each and every one of them was deep in thoughts, some confused and some angry.

Hermione stood in the middle of the Living Room, staring at the floor, afraid to look up into their eyes. She knew they wanted an answer; something that would tell them this was not true. How could she possibly give them an answer, when she wasn't sure about it herself?

Harry, who currently had one hand around Hermione's shoulders, was looking down at her. Staring at her, to be exact. He wore a terrified look on his face, as thousand of confusing thoughts were flashing through his brain.

'She couldn't be pregnant, and if she is, it's not my fault!' His mind was insisting.

Fred glanced at Harry, and was struggling not to laugh in front of everyone. There was a look of horror on his face as he looked at Hermione's belly (which was flat) and waited nervously for her answer. Fred was finding this whole situation very amusing; he had never seen such an anger-filled gathering, not since the time everyone thought Harry and Hermione had eloped.

'George, you don't know what you're missing, Ron is going ballistic- SHOW TIME!' Fred's mind sniggered as he looked around.

Angelina was looking around, quite satisfied with her achievement: a very angry group of red-haired Weasleys. She then spotted Fred's small smile and scowled in his direction.

'Just wait 'till we get home, Fred Weasley, just wait…' She thought while narrowing her eyes at him. He saw her narrowed eyes and his smile was replaced by a fearful look.

Molly was standing beside Arthur, clutching his arm tightly. He didn't seem to mind, and the blank look was still on his face, which showed he wasn't thinking much either.

But Molly was a different story. She would have been happy if they were married first, but they weren't. Unfortunately Hermione was pregnant now, and that would force them to get married. What if they aren't ready?. Unlike the others, who hurried to settle down, Harry and Hermione had taken everything slowly. She knew she wouldn't be able to control her anger if the answer was positive, yet not as badly as Ron.

Ron was angry. He was so angry he could strangle Harry, not that would be helpful. It wasn't fair to Hermione; he didn't have the right to do what he did. She probably didn't even want to get pregnant, and she certainly won't get rid of this baby.

'I'm going to kill him and strangle him. YES, I'm going to kill him and strangle him, the sneaky prat.' Ron was glaring at Harry while planning the upcoming murder.

Draco, unlike like Fred, didn't care if his wife scowled at him. He didn't find the situation funny, he felt sorry for both of them, especially Hermione. But as long as Harry was in trouble, he was happy.

'Poor Granger, to think she has to carry Potter's kid. Good thing she's smart, the kid wouldn't want to get his father's stupidity.' he smiled as he made that remark in his head, making sure he will remember it so he could tell both of them later.

Ginny was scowling at her husband, but she knew he didn't care. She knew he was happy about the trouble Harry had gotten himself into, but this time it wasn't funny. This was not some stupid fight; this was a human life that was about to be born. She knew how horrible Hermione must feel, telling everyone she was knocked up by her boyfriend.

'You weren't smiling when I got pregnant, Idiot, you were too busy fainting and running away from Ron, who was angry with you for touching me!' She thought while remembering the night at The Burrow when they told everyone, and Ron had started chasing Draco around the kitchen with his fork.

Lavender was the only one who was very pleased, she was simply happy because she knew that Hermione was happy.

* * * * * *

They've been standing there for ten minutes, and the stress in the air was increasing. This couldn't wait any longer, Hermione had to tell them. She was frightened, and it was very visible to everyone. So she took a deep breath and looked up, and saw everyone in the room staring at her.

She saw Arthur's blank, shocked look, Molly's tearful face, Fred & Draco's smirks, Ginny's pitiful gaze eyeing her expectantly; then there were Angelina's death glares at Fred, Ron's psycho look, Lavender's big smile and Harry's terrified eyes looking down at her.

"I know you all want an answer-" She started a little hesitantly, but Ron's outburst cut her off.

"You're bloody right we do!" He said loudly.

"But I want Harry to be the first to know, whatever my answer may be." She said more calmly, clearly acting as if Ron had never said anything.

She took Harry's arm and led him towards the small kitchen, and he let her lead him away. Everyone's eyes were watching both of them eagerly, not wanting to let them slip away. Ron was trying to get near so he could hear what Hermione was telling Harry, but Ginny stopped him before he had gone too far.

Fred too was trying his luck as well, taking one of his Extendable Ears out of his pocket, but Angelina snatched it out of his hands as fast as she could.

Hermione was leaning against the wooden counter, looking very stressed, while Harry was staring at her. She took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes, taking his hands into hers and holding them tightly.

"Harry, love, I know what I'm going to say will not make any sense," She told him, the hesitation apparent in her voice, "But I'm not sure if I am." She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Why… why… didn't you- didn't- tell… tell me?" His voice was awfully quiet and stuttering.

"Harry it's not-" She tried to explain to him, as she put an arm on his cheek.

"Damn it, Hermione!" He said loudly, taking a step backwards and letting her hand fall down. "How could you not know? How could you do this to me? You made me act like an idiot, trying to figure out why you were green every morning, making everybody come here and let Ron attempt to castrate me! And you don't know!" His temper was rising so fast he didn't seem to notice he'd been yelling.

Silence filled the room once again, and Hermione's tears and sniffs were the only sound to be heard. Every single person in the room was finding this news very shocking; how could a person not know something like that?

Arthur was no longer looking shocked; a small smile was placed on his face. He looked pretty pleased about the news, as he kept comforting his wife.

"Oh, this is not happening," mumbled a very angry and shocked Molly, "It never happened before, and it can't be happening." She kept sobbing.

"I knew it!" yelled Ron, "I knew it all along! When I get the chance to-" He didn't even finish the sentence, and leapt from his place toward Harry.

That move had taken everyone by surprise, but Ron didn't get too close to Harry before Lavender had thrown herself at him. Ron was surprised by the sudden weight on his back, and fell face forward onto the floor.

"Can't stay off you, can't she little bro?" Fred laughed at the sight of Lavender on top of Ron. Angelina shot him a dirty look, and smacked him over the head in return.

"Lav, get off. I can't move. Lavender!" Ron tried to fight her off.

"Not until you calm down." She announced, while sitting on his back and folding her arms to her chest.

Ginny, on the other hand, hurried straight to Hermione's side. She flung her arm around her and hugged her tightly.

"Oh Herm, everything is going to be alright." Ginny tried to console her friend.

"Congratulations. I hope the kid won't look like you, that will give him some very serious social problems. You hardly had any friends back at school." Draco whispered to Harry, who was standing next to him.

Just at that moment, Harry realized for the first time what this whole thing meant. And it wasn't as bad as he thought it was, as the idea of him becoming a father finally sunk in. And he smiled to himself, suddenly very proud. As Harry's smile grew bigger, so did the racket around him.

Hermione was looking around her with amazement. She had just told them she might be pregnant, something that was supposed to be wonderful. But the people around her were crying, angry or feeling sorry for her, as if something terrible had just happened. Her anger was starting to grow, and tears were starting to well up in her eyes.

"Be quiet!" She said loudly, her voice slightly shaking.

No one seemed to hear her, they all kept crying and yelling. Only Draco and Harry were looking at her, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" She yelled, more angrily this time.

Suddenly the whole room became still. Everyone froze in mid-action and looked at her, most of them with confused looks on their faces.

"For Merlin's sake. I'm pregnant. So what if we're bloody married or not? This is supposed to be a happy thing for you all, as for me as well…" She broke free from Ginny's hug, and was now standing in the middle of the Living Room.

"Herm-" Ron tried to say something, but she didn't let him finish.

"No! Let me finish." She spat. "It was so fantastic and wonderful when you all had your children, everyone was overjoyed. But today, when Harry assumed that maybe I am pregnant, you all appeared here and tried to take his head off. You all act like it's a bloody disaster, but it's bloody not! I'm going to be a mother, and all you can do is cry and feel sorry for me! Well, at least I know whom not to owl when the baby is born!" she finished with a loud huff, as tears flowed down her face.

There was a drastic change in everyone's mood; Hermione's pregnancy has finally dawned on them. They now understood how wrong their reaction had been, and how hurt Hermione was.

Molly was no longer crying; instead she looked deep into her husband eyes as a smile crept onto her face. She was blushing slightly, a bit ashamed of her outburst.

Ron was still spread on the floor with Lavender sitting on his back. He wasn't looking at Hermione or at Harry; his ears were becoming as red as his hair. He understood how unfair he had been toward them, to his two best friends.

'Some best-friend I am, huh?' he thought bitterly.

Ginny walked over to Draco, trying to hide behind him. The things Hermione had just said were drilling into her mind, making her feel horrible. She was struggling with the thought of how wonderful the idea of Hermione as a mother would be, and how stupid she was to think it was bad.

"Well…" She said in a trembling voice, "I can see none of you really give a damn about how I feel." Tears were now covering her face, and she ran to the bedroom before anyone could speak.

"Hermione!" Harry called after her, then apparated into their room before she could mutter the anti-apparation spell.

They all looked at each other with confusion and shame, then apparated or used the fireplace. One by one they vanished, leaving an empty and quiet Living Room.

* * * * * *

Hermione was spread on their bed sobbing, as Harry sat beside her, stroking her hair lightly. She couldn't stop the tears from falling all over the covers. Her body was shaking violently, and the pillows muffled her cries.

"'Mione." Harry said softly.

She didn't respond to his voice, but kept sobbing to herself.

"Hey Puffskein…" He said with an evil smile.

At the sound of that name Hermione turned swiftly onto her back, and looked up at him with narrowed eyes. Then she spotted the smile on his face, and her expression turned into a frown.

"I hate that name, and you know it!" she said angrily.

"There is nothing wrong with that name…" He said, very amused by her reaction.

"I don't think I look like a furball, I don't have a long tongue and I don't purr!" she sat up against the headboard, folding her arms.

"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow, "what was last night? I don't believe Crookshanks was the one purring into my ear…" he said in a suggestive manner. She blushed a little.

"You're the one to talk. You couldn't shut up the whole time!" She said defensively, a smile starting to creep onto her face.

"Yeah right. I nearly became deaf because of you," he cleared his throat, "you were screaming at the top of your lungs, 'Harry, Harry… faster…' and I didn't shut up…" He tried to imitate Hermione's cries from the other night.

Her jaw dropped, and she was starring at him with her mouth slightly open. He was laughing at her, and all she could do was hit him playfully on the chest. He hit her back, and before they noticed they were rolling around the bed, wrestling playfully.

"You were saying…" He said with a smile as he pinned her down and sat on top of her.

"Harry… my stomach…" She breathed heavily, trying to tell him she could hardly breathe. He immediately got off her, a worried look on his face.

"I'm so sorry, 'Mione. Are you all right? Is the baby OK? Tell me I didn't do anything to him…" He asked hysterically.

"I'm fine, Harry, and the baby…" Her smile widened, "The baby, if his in there, is fine too." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Herm," his face became serious, "I know that you took what they said very seriously. But I want you to know that I don't care, this isn't a mistake. I really love you, and I will definitely love this baby.

You're going to be someone's Mommy, and that is what's important." He looked into her eyes, and they smiled at each other.

"And you're going to be that someone's Daddy," she replied.

"I better be! Or else you'll have some explaining to do." He laughed, and put on the best accusing look he could manage.

"When I think about it now, it is possible that it could be that nice bloke from the 'Spell Damage' ward…" she pretended to think for a moment.

Harry could only laugh at this. Before she noticed he threw himself onto her, kissing her face and neck. He noticed that once again he was pressed against her stomach, and she seemed a little bothered about it. So he bent and placed a small kiss on her still flat belly.

"Sorry about that, baby." He whispered to his unborn child.

"Harry," said a now giggling Hermione, "If it's there, it can't hear you. And speaking of which, I'm getting the results from my doctor tomorrow." She said, smiling; she couldn't believe how cute he could get at times.

"Wow, hold it! First, so what if it can't hear me. Second, don't call him "it", that will offend him. Third, you mean like a muggle doctor? Why didn't you go to one of the healers at St. Mungo's?" he asked, confused.

"Well, if I go to one of the healers then the 'Daily Prophet' will find out about it quicker. And I trust doctors, Dr. Emerson is a wonderful doctor," she said.

"Oh well, do you want me to come with you?" he asked hopefully.

"No Harry. You have practice tomorrow!" she said urgently.

"But…" He tried to convince her otherwise.

"No Harry!" she said firmly.

"Oh fine! No wonder Wood likes you so much." He mumbled, admitting defeat.

She heard what he said and couldn't help but laugh. He gave her a dirty look.

"'Night, Harry," she said, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Sweet Dreams Puffskein." He whispered back, then bent down once again.

"'Night Baby," he said softly, kissing her belly once again. He rested his head on it and closed his eyes, as Hermione stroked his hair gently.

After ten minutes they were sound asleep, Harry's body resting protectively over Hermione's stomach.

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A/N: Finally! I thought I would never get this out; it took me a lot of time to write this. But I'm not too happy about the result.

As always, I want to thank all you wonderful reviewers. Without you I couldn't write a single line. And this chapter will be dedicated to:

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