Just A Kid, Myself.
"What?!" Ron shouted. He was standing in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, his hair flaming in comparison to his pale face, "How did this happen?!"
Hermione, who was sitting perfectly still in an over-sized arm chair, glanced at him, and exasperated look on her other wise calm face.
"Well, I know HOW it happened, but I thought," Ron lowered his voice until it was slightly above a whisper, "I thought we were careful."
"I did everything, or at least I thought I did. I did the correct spells, we even took muggle precautions." Hermione answered after a few moments of silence passed.
"So what now?" Ron asked, sitting on the arm of Hermione's chair.
"Shools almost over, we'll be on our own, soon. We've got a chance at raising this child," Hermione suggested.
"But, Mione, the war. How are we supposed to raise this child during the war? We have to help Harry. You can't very well do that with a belly the size of a beach ball," Ron shouted, not intending to yell.
Hermione glanced up at Ron, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. Ron's face relaxed as he looked into her panic stricken eyes, he put an arm around her shoulder and sighed.
"Or, maybe we can give it up for adoption, let a nice wizard family raise it." Ron's voice was calm.
"Don't call my-OUR baby 'it,' Ron. He or she is a person Ronald. We can't give this baby up. We can't let him or her down," Hermione cried.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, his face falling.
"I want to keep the baby, Ron. I want us to raise our child." Hermione stated, her face serious.
"We're SEVENTEEN. Fresh out of school, no jobs, nothing. We're just kids, Hermione. We can't even support ourselves," Ron's voice raised again, and in a second he was standing in front of Hermione's chair.
"You're parents would support us for a while. I could get a job or even two. So could you. Ron, I just don't want to abandon this child," Hermione sniffled, she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her.
"I know. But what about Harry? And the war? It's not over yet, Mione," Ron explained, knowing she had probably already thought over every option.
"Harry knows what he has to do, Ron. We can't help him anymore then we already have. Besides, he understands," Hermione said trying to keep her calm
"What? You told Harry?" Ron sank into the sofa behind him, this conversation was getting tiring and it was only 8:30 in the morning.
"Yeah. Ginny knows too," Hermione answered, her eyes not daring to meet Ron's.
Ron sighed, his face showed his every emotion, from confusion to hurt. He never took his eyes off Hermione, but she could not allow her eyes to meet his.
"I guess, we could TRY," Ron said after what seemed like an eternity.
"Really?!" Hermione replied, her face lightening up.
"Hey, I love you right?" Ron questioned, getting up from his place on the couch.
"Uhm, I hope so," Hermione giggled, a huge smile appearing on her face.
"And you love me?" Ron said, his voice questioning, but he already knew the answer.
"What isn't there to love?" Hermione replied, Ron was only a few feet away from her.
"You think we can make it work?"
Hermione nodded and bit her lip, Ron's face was just a few inches from her own.
"If you think we can, I think we can," Ron smiled and kissed his girlfriend.
"Really?!" Hermione jumped out of her chair and into Ron's arms.
The two exchanged smiles and a kiss.
"Hey, it's a beautiful day, Mione. Wanna go take a walk?" Ron suggested, placing Hermione on the floor and slipping his hand into hers.
The two headed out the portrait door, holding hands and smiling like a newlywed couple.
Half way out of the castle, Ron said, "So, was I really that good?"
Hermione laughed, hitting Ron on the arm.
9 Months Later
"Congratulations, Miss Granger! It's a girl!" the nurse said, handing Hermione a small pink bundle.
The baby inside looked up at her mom, and Hermione swore she saw a hint of a smile. Ron rushed over to the head of the bed and looked down at his daughter. Hermione looked up at Ron, they smiled at each other.
"What should we name her?" Hermione asked.
"I like Aliana," Ron replied.
"Me, too. Aliana Marie Weasley," Hermione agreed.
The baby in her arms made a gurgling noise and they smiled. Ron looked back at his daughter. He knew, right then, that this little girl was the best mistake he had ever made.