But It's Better If You Do Chapter 6, a harry potter fanfic

Story: But It's Better If You Do

Author: Commando

Disclaimer: The plot owns me. What!

Rating: R, or M or whatever.
Just… it's rated MATURE, thanks.

Commando's Note:
Bonjour. Alright, so this is my sixth chapter. It was sort of forced writing so it might suck:
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I really hope not, though.

And, to clear things up, Blaise is not Blaise from the sixth book.
Clearly, this is excusing HBP incidents, as well.

Because, you know, I'm cool like that.

December: 3 months. (Helpful, right?)

Blaise sighed. He hadn't exactly talked to Hermione in two days. She had barricaded herself in her room. Blaise hadn't heard the full story, for Hermione hadn't told him anything. He knew it had to do with Dumbledore and today he finally made up his mind: he was going to talk to him and get the story.

He got out of bed and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. He put on jeans and a black Beatles shirt before wrapping his black robe around him. He headed up to Dumbledore's office, said the password - having this knowledge as Head Boy - and walked up the stairs to the door, on which he knocked.

"Come in," Dumbledore's voice said from the other side.

Blaise entered, prepared.

"Blaise! What a, uh, nice surprise," Dumbledore said. "Anything I can do for you?"

Blaise immediately walked over to Dumbledore, leaving a foot between them. He clenched his fists to stop himself from punching the old man. "Listen. I don't know what you said or did to Hermione but I can't let you do that to her anymore." Way to be clear there, buddy! His mind poked fun at him.

"Mr. Zabini. Listen, I simply informed her that her parents wanted her home for the holidays. I told her, as well, that I said she would love to go."

"You agreed on something she didn't want!" Blaise got a little angrier.

"Yes, I did. But, you see, she has yet to tell her parents of this pregnancy. I find this to be immature and very unlike Hermione. I need her to tell her parents. I don't want to be held accountable for her irresponsible actions."

"Oh yes, so you're covering your ass. Do you even care about what Hermione wants to do?"

"I do. I care a lot more than you are thinking. It is why I am doing this."

"Clearly," Blaise rolled his eyes and turned around. He was desperately holding back, in order to keep him from hitting Dumbledore.

"Mr. Zabini. I need you to listen to me. I know you are finding me to be unreasonable but I need Hermione's parents to know. I need them to be okay with this before I am okay with this. I can not allow myself to help you if they do not want me too."

"Why would they not want you to help? Why would you care if they care or not? It is not up to them what happens to this baby. It is up to Hermione... and me!"

"Mr. Zabini, I would love for you to stay and chat but I am on a tight, busy schedule so if you could please excuse yourself from my office." Dumbledore walked to the door and opened it for him.

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"Don't go," Blaise kissed Hermione's naked stomach. "Please?"

"I suppose I have to," Hermione closed her eyes. "I hate him."

"Don't. It's not worth it."

"Sure." Hermione pulled the covers over her and turned to face Blaise. "Thanks Blaise. You've been great. Through out this all."

"Hermione, I'm here for you. To help you through this… it's what I'm here for!" Blaise looked at Hermione, "Hermione. Look at me. I love you." Blaise stared into Hermione's brown eyes.

"I love you too," Hermione smiled and kissed Blaise, who wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I don't want you to go!" Blaise whined.

"Shush you! You're just making it worse."

"I'm not trying too but I really don't want to spend time here all by my lonesome. I mean Malfoy has gone home, along with most other Slytherin's. I don't really want to spend it cooped up in here all Christmas break," Blaise frowned.

"Then go home to your family," Hermione suggested.

"My family consists of my mother and me. Plus, she's probably somewhere far away from here with some "lovely", rich wizard." Blaise rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Blaise! You are making me feel guilty for leaving you!"

"Then don't!" He smiled mischievously.

"But Dumbledore... I mean, he'll find out one way or another and then I will get in shit!"

"What is he going to do? Expel you? He can't do that just for not telling your parents you're pregnant!"

"He could be very unreasonable and do it!"

"Hermione, please! Spare me! He won't do it."

"Blaise, please! You're being a bad influence on me." She kissed him. "But I'm going," She said, stubbornly.

Then I'm going after you, Blaise thought.

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Hermione felt ill as she rode the train home. Her thoughts were mush and she just wanted to go back to Hogwart's.

Just get it over with. Her brain kept telling her over and over. She suddenly wished Blaise was there, holding her hand, telling her it was okay. She sighed and brought her knees up close to her and hugged them tights. She closed her eyes and, quickly, fell into her dream world.

She woke up just as the train slowed down. She rubbed her eyes and stood up; grabbing her luggage, she got up to get off the train. There were a few other students who were taking the early train home for Christmas break.

She got off the train and headed through the barricade, where she saw her mother, Anne, standing, waiting for her. "Hey honey! Ready to go?" Her mother kissed her cheek and grabbed her bag for her.

"Yeah," Hermione said, smiling.

"Everything okay?"

"Listen, Mum, everything really isn't okay--"

"Your father and I sort of got that from the letter's Albus Dumbledore has been sending us," Anne said, sighing and looking at her daughter with raised, concerned eyebrows.

"I want to tell you, but it's hard."

"It better be," Anne said, walking up to the car and unlocking her door. Hermione got in and sat quietly for the whole ride home.

When Hermione walked into her house, it felt odd, seeing as there was snow of the ground and all. She was only ever home in the summer - when it was hot and she was busy working. She walked up to her room and unpacked her bag. Her Great Dane, Ace, came madly running into her room, jumping on her bed. She stroked his head, softly and he looked up at her lovingly. She had left Crookshanks with Ginny to take care of when she was away.

She looked around and saw that not one thing in her room had been touched since she was there last in August. Her mother knocked on her slightly opened door and walked in. "Honey, do you want to talk?"

"I think Dad needs to hear it too," Hermione sat on her bed, looking at her mother.

"Okay," Anne sat beside Hermione and put her arm over her shoulder.

"Mum. . . " Hermione paused and shivered. "I-I'm pregnant."

There was a long stretch of silence. Anne wouldn't make eye contact with Hermione.

"Mum?" Hermione asked.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

"Hermione. . ." Anne looked at her, still in shock. "How? Why?"

"I don't know why. You know how," Hermione said, awkwardly.

"Who's the father?"

"My boyfriend, Blaise."

"Boyfriend? How is he taking this?"

"Very good, Mum. He's been a big support for me all through this."

"Why didn't you write us once you knew?"

"Well, I didn't know how you'd take it."

"You know your father isn't going to take this well. You are his baby girl. I, on the other hand, am more disappointed than anything. You are so smart, Hermione. I expected you to know that if you were put in a situation that you'd remember protection."

"Mum!"

"Seriously, Hermione! You could have prevented this."

"Too late for that now, eh?"

"Yes, but still!"

"Okay, mother, I get it! I am stupid! Now that we have that driven into my head, can we please stop talking about this?"

"Fine," Anne paused. "What are you going to do?"

"About the baby?"

"Clearly! Are you keeping it?"

"There is no doubt in my mind that says I shouldn't. I have to."

"Okay," Anne sighed.

"I mean I am seventeen, still in school. I have a lot on my mind as it is and this is just another huge burden. To think of what I am going to do after school – well, that's nearly impossible. I have no idea what to do. How am I going to get a job with a baby? Where am I going to live? How am I going to keep this baby?"

"Have you even talked to your boyfriend, uh –"

"Blaise? Not really. We've discussed the major things. Everything else is kind of hard to talk about."

"Hard, yes, but necessary! You need to be planning this now so you will know when the time comes what to do! When are you due?"

"June 19th," Hermione said, looking down at her stomach.

"Still awhile away, eh?"

"Yeah. But I'll be showing far before that," Hermione's eyebrows furrowed. "Mum, what are they going to think? What are they going to say?"

"Honestly, they are going to be brutal. But you know you're better than that. You stay strong," Anne said, smiled and kissed Hermione on the forehead. "Your dad is going to be home from work at 5. We'll tell him at dinner, okay? We're going to be here for you, sweetie. Even if it takes your dad forever, he'll support you too!" Anne patted Ace on the head before she left.

"What am I going to do, Ace?" Ace looked up at her and tilted his head, causing a little drool to fall on her comforter. "Ace!" Hermione laughed and Ace once again got playful, jumping down from the bed and once around Hermione's room before thumping down the stairs.

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Hermione looked at her clock. It was nearly 5 o'clock and her heart was racing. She was lying down on her bed, reading, with music blasting. Her mother had come in an hour ago, bring her tea and some toast.

It was nice to know that her mother was going to be alright about this. But, as her mother had said, her father might not take it as well.

She sighed and listened intently to "Fall Out Boy" as their song started to play.

Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends"
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all

And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me

Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeful, that you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all

Stupid song, Hermione thought. It made her miss Blaise and it had been not even a full day. Actually, every song that Hermione had played had made her think of Blaise. A tear rolled down her cheek. Right now, she hated being home more than anything. She just wanted to be back at school, waking up Christmas morning in Blaise's arms. Not at home, with guilt and hate lingering around. More tears escaped Hermione's hazel eyes and she rolled over, drowning in them.