Chapter 2: But It's Better If You Do
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They were supposed to be patrolling the hallways - but, of course, that wasn't happening. Blaise and Hermione were hidden in the corner of a dark corridor, making out heavily. Hermione was still skeptical about being caught but Blaise soon had her convinced that they wouldn't, and after at least four weekends of doing it, they soon found out that, no, they would not be caught.
"Blaise, stop," Hermione said and pushed Blaise away as he started undoing her pants. "We can't do that out here!"
"Why not? No one is going to come around!"
"You don't know that for sure. Please, just... it's different when we're in our rooms and there is no one around," Hermione smiled at Blaise.
"I know," Blaise kissed her and pulled back, "Hermione - I've never -- and I mean this -- felt this way about a girl before. It's weird... but I know that I like it," He smiled and kissed her again before they continued on their exploration of the dark corridors.
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Hermione stared at the calendar that she had hung on the wall. The little "x" in the corner of October thirteenth that marked "that time of the month" was nagging at her. It was now the twenty-fifth and she still hadn't gotten it. Her brain wasn't working right, was it? She must of miscounted.
It couldn't be, could it?
No. No. Not happening. It's my imagination.
She took a deep breath and held her stomach. She went and sat down on her bed and sighed heavily. She couldn't be thinking about it now. She had so much on the go, so much to do.
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Hermione went to read in the common room and saw Blaise sitting there, doing homework. She desperately wanted to talk to him, to tell him what was going on but she couldn't put herself up to it. She wanted to be 100 percent positive before saying anything to him. She was late, and she knew what that meant. She was pretty sure, seeing as they hadn't even bothered with a contraceptive spell. Smart, Granger. Smart!
A lump formed in her throat and she suddenly felt very faint. She kept reading the same line over and over and over again. Frick! She thought. Hermione got up and looked at Blaise, smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm just going to go check on my Gryffindors. Be back soon!" What she really wanted was someone to talk to, anyone. Well, except Ron.
She basically ran to the Gryffindor common room and thanked Merlin when she saw Harry, alone, sitting by the fire. He was doing homework, like everyone else in the seventh year. She ran up to him, tears running down her face. She could see the shock in his eyes when he looked up and saw her. He stood up faster than Hermione thought possible and wrapped his arms around her - not questioning anything, just letting her cry.
He didn't ask what was wrong, knowing that he wouldn't get an answer. He would wait for her to tell him and if she didn't he would have to deal with it.He gently stroked her back and when she backed away he headed up to the boys dormitory with her, even though she wasn't supposed to be up there. They sat on Harry's bed, after making sure that no one was there, and talked.
"It's just not supposed to happen," Hermione started, looking at Harry. He just nodded, not knowing what to say to it all. "It's the beginning of this year and yes, I like him but no! No, it's not supposed to happen. Why, Harry? Why?"
"I don't know," Harry said, really meaning it.He really didn't know what she was talking about but he didn't search for an answerand instead justallowed her continue.
"Ginny, she's the only who knows who I am talking about. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I don't want you to know right now."
"Who is it? What has he done to you?" Harry's initial thought was Malfoy. That bastard!
"It's not who you're thinking of," Hermione smiled, seeing the familiar spark in Harry's eyes when he got angry. "I want to tell you, but it's for the best. It's just hard. You don't even know what I'm talking about. But I just needed to be someone, anyone. And you were here, Harry. You're always here." She got up, kissed him on the cheek and wandered out of the dormitories just as Neville Longbottom was walking towards the door. He looked shocked, then smirked and headed in the room, anxiously, wondering who it was she was with.
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Hermione sat on her bed again - classes had been hard today. She was too distracted. She couldn't think. She tried to do her homework but her mind would suddenly wander and leave her with sentences that made no sense. She hadn't really talked to Blaise all day but that was because he hadn't been in his room, nor the common room when Hermione went to talk to him. He hadn't been back since. Hermione decided that he was probably hanging out with his friends. She had cried a lot today. Which, for Hermione, was very unlike her. She never cried. Okay, well not never but rarely. But this was a whole different matter. She had to do something about it. She just wanted to talk to Blaise but, almost automatically, she decided that wasn't a good idea. This wasn't for sure yet so she would have to wait and figure out a way to find out for sure
She held her breath as another sob suddenly wanted to escape her. She stood up and went over to the full-length mirror that hung on one of her dark green walls. She looked at herself for a long time. Especially, her stomach. She desperately wanted to be able to see inside and find out that truth. She put her robes back on, over her jeans and t-shirt and headed down to the library.
She searched for 20 minutes before finding the book she wanted. So You're a Witch & You're Pregnant. You're guide to a successful birth of your little witch or wizard. She blew the dust off of it. It hadn't been used in years, she could tell. She opened it up to the first chapter: You and you're body. Hermione sat there for hours, reading the book front to back. She sighed. All the signs pointed to her being pregnant and the pictures she saw in the book had terrified. Her eyes stung with fresh tears. Why did life have to be so hard? She put the book away and creeped out of the library back up to her room.