Chapter 5: But It's Better If You Do

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Author: Commando

Disclaimer: Pretty sure I own. The plot.

Author's Note:
Alright, took me a little while but hereeeeeeeee's chapter five.
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Hermione came into the common room and noticed, on the table, was a note addressed to her. She opened it, expecting it to be from Blaise.

Hermione,

I hope you are doing well. If you are available, it would be greatly appreciated if you could meet me in my office around noon.

Thanks,
Dumbledore

It was so casual. Hermione really didn't find herself wanting to go. They hadn't had any contact in a good two months after the unsupportive Dumbledore told them they would have to deal with everything by themselves.

Hermione had accepted what he had said and moved on. She had already been planning everything out - what to do once graduated, work, housing, etc. She didn't want Dumbledore pushing in now that he had come to his senses and ruin her plans. She could hear Blaise's shower running and knew that he was up too. She quickly went back into her room and put the note in her drawer. She walked in front of her full-length mirror, noticing, for the first time, her small bump. Had it grown overnight? Hermione hadn't even noticed it before. She pulled her shirt up and felt her stomach. She shivered. She was finding this whole "there's something growing in side of you" strange. She pulled her shirt back down and saw that it was getting rather noticeable.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Super. Hermione thought.

"Yes?" Hermione asked.

"Morning," Blaise said as he entered her room. "What's up?" He asked, immediately noticing Hermione's concerned look.

"It's getting noticeable," she said.

"Oh," Blaise looked at her stomach, tempted to touch it. "That's fine. People will just think you're gaining weight," he winked and smiled at her.

Hermione couldn't help but smiling back. She hadn't expected so much support from Blaise. "Thanks," she cleverly retorted. "I've got to go get ready!"

"For what? It's a Saturday!"

"Dumbledore wants me to meet him at noon," Hermione said, searching Blaise's face for a response.

"Really?" He furrowed his brows. "What about?"

"I'm not sure."

"Are you going to go?"

"Well, yes. Only because I want to know what he wants and because I think I could use some advice at this point," Hermione sighed.

"Okay. Well, look. It's only 9:30. We still have plenty of time before you go," He winked.

"Blaise. . . "Hermione smiled as Blaise walked over and kissed her."Stop!" She bit her lip. "Blaise, I know how you feel but no. Sorry."

"No need to apologize," He kissed her on the forehead and pressed his chin on the top of her head as he embraced her.

"You make me feel so. . ."

"Tiny?"

"Yes!" Hermione laughed. She kissed him hard on the lips. "Shower time, okay?"

"Fine! Leave me!" Blaise put on a puppy face as he watched her head into her bathroom.

"No following me!" Hermione said as Blaise attempted at getting into the bathroom.

He backed away and walked back into the common room. He did some of his Transfiguration reading as Hermione was in the shower. She came out about fifteen minutes later wearing black sweatpants and a green hoodie. "You want to go get breakfast?" She asked.

"Let's go!" Blaise jumped up and nearly fell.

"Goof!"

"Prego!" Hermione slapped him and walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

- - - - -

"So, he's treating you well?" Harry asked. Hermione had told Harry and Ron that she was seeing Blaise and that she was pregnant. It had been hard but she knew she had to do it. Both Ron and Harry seemed to take it well enough. Although, Ron had muttered a few threats involving hexing a certain "bastard."

"Clearly," Hermione said, "or I would not be smiling now would I?"

"Fine. But still, Hermione, he's a Slytherin and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. What if this is all an act because you guys are in school?"

"Harry! Don't say stuff like that! You're going to terrify the poor girl!" Ginny said, wrapping her arm around Hermione's shoulders.

"Well, she needs to be prepared for the worst!" Harry defended himself.

"The worst is not going to happen. I know Blaise better than you. I know that he would never do something like that."

"Can you be sure?" Harry said, eyeing Hermione.

"Yes! Now drop it!" Hermione gave Harry a stern look and he broke eye contact. "I've got to go!" She said, getting up from the breakfast table. Blaise had left half an hour earlier to finish his readings, or so he said. Hermione had a better idea of why he left: getting away from Harry's evil looks and the Gryffindors questions of why he sitting at their table.

"Bye," Ginny hugged her and Hermione made her way up to the common room to check on Blaise. She entered and didn't see him anywhere. She went into her room and noticed a flower - a rose to be more precise - and a note left on her pillow.

Went for a walk. Be back soon.

Love,
Blaise

Okay, Hermione thought. How very sincere. She smiled as she pictured Blaise walking around outside, being all thoughtful. Hermione really wanted the snow to go away. It was early December and Hermione plus snow was not a good combination. She liked the summertime - when it was sunny and warm and she could spend hours outdoors. Snow was too cold and too wet and useless.

Hermione went and found her robes, put them on and sat out in the common room, reading until it was time for her to head to Dumbledore's office.

She walked, alone, to his office in a deep trance. At the same time as being hopeful for help, she was also dreading that it was going to be bad news. She was shocked to see Dumbledore waiting outside his office.

"Ah, Miss Granger. I am very glad to see you came. Come in. Come in."

Hermione did, indeed, go into Dumbledore's office and sat down. She watched as Dumbledore sat down too and raised his eyebrows. "How is everything?" He said, almost awkwardly.

"Going very well, thank you," she responded.

"That's good to hear. So, the reason I brought you here. You see, your parents wrote me to see how you are doing and I was tempted to tell them but I didn't. I wrote them back, though, and told them you would be going home for the holidays." Dumbledore paused. Hermione furrowed her brows and got angry. "You're going to tell them over the holidays - in person."

Hermione sat there stunned. Dumbledore didn't want to help; he wanted to make everything worse. She shook her head. "There's no guarantee that I'm going to tell them over the break, you know?"

"I know. But you'll do it. They'll know."

"Because you told them," Hermione muttered.

"Miss Granger! I did no such thing. As much as I want to help--"

"Help? How is this going to help anything?"

"You've been pregnant nearly four months and you've yet to tell your parents! They need to know, Miss Granger. It is not fair to them to be out of this."

"So, they'll know. Then what? They'll disown me?"

"I'm sure they will do no such thing."

"My parents will not be willing to accept this child! You wouldn't understand these things but they won't!"

"Then that is their problem. And yours." Dumbledore stood up, attempting to end the conversation.

"No! Headmaster! You are being ridiculous! You aren't thinking straight! You are making this harder for ME! Listen to me!" Hermione grabbed a book of his desk and threw it against the wall.

Hermione stopped. Dumbledore looked sour, "Learn to control your temper, Miss Granger. Now, please, leave."

"You bastard," Hermione said as she left, "You'll never understand how much I despise you at this moment."