"Behind Closed Doors" By Kross

A/n: I don't own Harry Potter…I simply enjoy using the characters conjured up J.K. Rowling for my own sweet pleasure.

Pairing: Hermione/Ron and Hermione/Mystery man

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"What do we have to talk about, Hermione?" His voice was slightly angered. "I mean, besides your manners when it comes to barging into other people's rooms."

"We need to talk about him." She replied sternly. "What was he doing in my room?"

"I don't know, Hermione!" He said as if it were common sense what he was saying. "I may own him, but I don't command his every move."

"You mean to tell me you weren't making him snoop around my room?" She looked at him with disbelief.

"Why, should I be? Have you something to hide?" He laughed. "Stashing things under that belly of yours?"

"How dare you!" She yelped, thinking how horrible he would feel if he'd said that knowing that her child his baby. "Don't talk like by child doesn't exist."

"Does it really, Hermione? Or are you feigning being pregnant to nail Ron down to you?" He spoke to her face. Her mouth gaped with mixed anger and shame, the idea was horrible. She strode over to him and grabbed him by the wrist.

"Listen to my belly, if you don't believe." Her voice softened. "Come, press your ear to it, and don't be so afraid." He looked at her oddly, but after a moment, he lowered. He pressed his ear against her shirt, right where her navel used to reside. However, now, her navel was an inch or two higher and sticking much farther out than it ever had.

A moment passed in silence. Hermione wanted Harry to hear the tiny heart beat of her child, or have the child kick him in the head. She giggled to herself at the thought of the second option. After a moment, she heard him gasp, inhaling sharply. He back away and stood.

"I heard it." He said, almost lacking words. "For a few seconds all I could hear was your heart beat, but, there was a tiny heart beat behind it. They beat almost together." He looked at her in awe. "The baby's heart beat is so quick."

Hermione nodded, happy now that Harry believed her again. Harry stood up from Hermione's body. Just then, as Harry placed a hand on Hermione's swollen belly to feel, a knock was heard at the door. Harry yelled that whoever was there could come in. Both Harry and Hermione watched as Ginny thrust her head between the door jam and the door. She looked in and around quickly.

"I thought I heard yelling up here…" She proposed.

"Yes, Harry and I were having a little row." Hermione answered soon after.

"What could the two of you be having a tiff about?" She quickly said, after a brief thought.

"Kreacher…" She paused as Ginny gave her an odd look. "I thought he was snooping around our room on Harry's behalf." It was then that Kreacher, himself, spoke.

"Kreacher was only throwing out the mudblood's knitting! Mudblood's knitting is a horrible pest!"

Harry laughed the instant Kreacher said it. Ginny, too, joined in Harry's laughter a moment later, after seeing the hurt look on Hermione's face.

"C'mon, Hermione, you have to admit you knit so many of those things…and they just sit there for days." Ginny laughed with her eyes only half open.

"What? I'm doing those poor, maltreated house elves a favor!" She yelped, throwing her hands up.

"Hey!" Ginny yelped back. "That's my ring! How did you get it?"

"What?" Hermione paused to look at her ring. "It's yours? Why would you have a fake Slytherin ring?"

"My stupid…boyfriend, I guess…Blaise Zabini tried to pass it off to me." She huffed. "He wanted to give me a "token of his affections" and gave me that piece of trash."

"So, how did it end up in my bed?" Hermione was puzzled.

"I flung it off when I heard it was a fake from Seamus…"

"How was Seamus in our room?" Hermione asked.

"He told me in the common room, it wasn't until that night that I noticed the "silver" chipping off. I was so angry that I threw it…" She looked sheepish. "I'm sorry it ended up in your bed."

"It's alright." She said to Ginny. She turned to Harry. "Sorry to you too, I thought you'd had made Kreacher leave it in my room…"

"Why would I do that?" Harry asked, after a second.

"Look, I don't want to talk about it…I've got to go…"Hermione said, already beginning to wonder is she would ever find out who her secret lover was.

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked as Hermione opened the door.

"I dunno…"Hermione said glumly. "Maybe the three broomsticks…"

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Please read and review. I'm going away this weekend with my boyfriend and his family for his 18th birthday. I'll be back on Monday, so I won't be updating until the first (if that soon).

Meg