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A stocky woman opened the compartment door and poked her head in.

"Candy, Dears?" Harry shook his head and looked to Hermione to see if she wanted something. But, Hermione was unable to see him since her head was buried in a book.

"Hermione!" she jumped and put the book down, "What!"

Harry stuttered and looked to his shoes, "I was wondering if you would like anything from the trolley?"

Hermione blushed, "Um, no thanks, I had a big breakfast."

"Oi, I want something!" Ron came barging though, and smiled quickly at the two of them.

"Harry, got any money?"

"Ron", he groaned.

"What? I'm starving!"

"Here", Hermione replied and handed him some bills from her pocket.

"Merlin, I love you Hermione!"

Hermione rolled her eyes as Ron started attacking the cart and buying anything and everything he wanted. Several armfuls of candy and crisps later the trio was happily seated with Ron devouring his food.

"So", Ron started with his mouth full of food, "Why aren't you a prefect?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Chew with your mouth closed, Ronald."

Harry stifled a laugh as Ron struggled to swallow the huge amount of food in his mouth, after several failed attempts and annoyed sighs from Hermione he was able to swallow his food.

"I said why you aren't a prefect?"

"I didn't want to be one"

"But it was always your dream, remember, be a prefect, be head girl, graduate top of the class, and go to a smarty-pants college."

"Dreams change", she whispered.

Harry looked over at her in concern as she seemed to mull over anything she could say next.

"What are your dreams, now?" Harry asked and placed a hand over hers.

"I don't know", She lied.

"Hermione, don't lie to me, you know that I will support you no matter what it is you want, we still support Ron and he has the most stupid dreams ever!"

"Hey!"

Hermione giggled.

"Please", Harry pleaded.

"Well, I don't know what I want, but I know that I don't want to be a prefect. Things are so much harder and more confusing now, I just don't know."

"I understand", Harry agreed.

A knock was heard on the door and Ron opened it to see Neville standing there.

"Neville?" Ron said.

"Um, can I speak to Harry", he paused, "alone."

Hermione nodded her head; "Sure", she gave a small smile and patted Harry's hand. He stood up and so did Hermione.

"Ok, sure, see you guys soon."

Harry and Neville walked out and shut the door. Before Hermione even had time to sit back down Ron pinned her against the wall. He brought his hands up so they encircled her waist, he leaned his head down to her stomach.

"Ron! What are you doing?"

But, he wouldn't listen; he was trailing kisses down her shirt all over her stomach. His hands circled her waist and rubbed her stomach. A huge smile crossed his face before he answered.

"I'm listening; I want to hear my baby."

Hermione eyes filled with tears, "Ron, stop!"

He shook his head. "You know you are awfully flat for being knocked up. I was hoping for a little bump, so I could see that bit of me inside of you."

"Ronald, please!" She pleaded.

Ron looked up with sudden understanding and tears welled in his eyes. He dropped his hands and took a step back. He took a shaky breath before asking,"did it die?"

Hermione paused a minute, then shook her head. Ron stared in horror at her. "I loved it, and it died!" his breathing increased rapidly as he contemplated what to do next. He finally grabbed Hermione and planted his lips on her. Hermione pushed him away.

"No!" she practically yelled. Ron jumped back and looked up at her in disgust, "What?" He growled.

"Don't do it again, please!" Hermione pleaded.

"Hermione, you don't get it, do you? We are supposed to be together. We have to! We might die in this war! Don't deny me of my love to you, I want us to have a family to be happy, and married! Do not refuse me! I love you."

"You do not love me and I do not love you, you are simply a territorial male who wants to knock me up for your own pride! You want a family with me so that we will not be in the war because you are too much of a coward to fight!"

"Do not speak to me like that!" Ron commanded.

Hermione shook her head, "Don't treat me this way!"

Ron stepped closer and put his hand on her cheek. "I would die if you were to get hurt."

"Because it would mean that you failed protecting me!"

"We are not even in the war yet! We don't even know if one will come! Just because Sirius died does not mean that there is a war!"

"That's not why", Hermione retorted, "The very fact that they are murdering innocent people is why we even have the possibility of war!"

"But not until Harry fights You-know-who!"

Hermione scoffed and pushed his hand down. "He needs our help, are you or are you not willing to give it to him?"

"I will help him, but I refuse to die trying!"

"Get off of me!" Hermione whispered.

"No!"

Hermione pushed Ron off her and he flew onto the bench.

"You whore!"

"Me? No", she laughed, "It's you. I'm the one who was raped, remember?"

Hermione grabbed her bag and walked out of the compartment leaving behind a very sulky and pissed off Ronald Weasley.

Gasp- Hermione is pregnant! Hahahahhahaha, no! Yep, I have some wicked plot twists coming up!

Ooh I'm excited!