Just so you know Hermione is about 13 weeks at this chapter. That puts her in the beginning of the second trimester.

Disclaimer: I guess I need one of these since I don't own Harry Potter…

Chapter 5: Disowned?

Hermione was sitting at her home office looking over some papers for work when her phone started ringing. She answered it right away, without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello," She said quickly while still trying to focus on her work.

"Hermione, dear!" She almost dropped the phone when she heard her mother's voice come from the ear piece.

"Mum? Umm.. Hi!" Speaking as she tried to pick up all the papers she had dropped in her surprise.

Jean laughed. "I know this is probably a bad time, but I was calling to see if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. Your father and I haven't seen you in a while, I guess not since we got back from Australia. I don't understand why you didn't come but instead sent that nice red head boy to find us. Your father wasn't too happy with what you did to us. I guess I wasn't either, but I explained to him that you did it for our safety. Oh look at me I am rambling now."

Hermione smiled, after everything she had been through it was good to know her mum was still her mum. "Sure mum. I was actually thinking about stopping by and seeing you and dad. I just- uh- need to talk to you two." She could almost see her mum smiling.

"That is wonderful dear. I was thinking around seven. It will be great to see you again!"

After the good byes and see you soons, Hermione stared at her phone. She then glanced at her watch, it was four so she had three hours.

This would be the first time she will see them after the war. Hermione wasn't sure if she should tell them about the baby. It had been a few weeks since she told the Weasley's, well since she told Molly and Arthur. She had yet to tell Harry or Ron or any other Weasley. She looked down at her now rounder stomach, which she could still skillfully hide with her clothes. Her parents were, and always have been, very conservative. They didn't believe in pre-marital sex. Something Hermione had obviously been involved in.

The whole time she was debating on whether to tell them or not. After all she hasn't seen them since before she went with Harry and Ron to destroy Voldemort. Since she had changed their memories and sent them to Australia. Hermione hated herself for doing that, she hated herself more for sending Charlie to find them and not going to find them herself.

She debated, and decided she would see where the evening went. Sighing, Hermione decided to take a relaxing bubble bath before heading over to her parent's.

-.-

15, the number of her parent's house. Fifteen was also the number of minutes Hermione stood at the front door of her old house before gathering enough courage to knock. It was a good thing she had arrived nearly twenty minutes before seven.

A few seconds after knocking, the door was pulled open by her mother. Hermione was swept into a tight embrace as her mother hugged her. The whole time she was praying that her mother didn't feel the bump.

"It's so nice to see you again, Hermione." Jane said with tears in her eyes.

"I am happy to see you too Mum!" Hermione said with a little too much enthusiasm.

Hermione walked in and found her father, Hank, in the sitting room, nursing a scotch. She smiled, sat down, and talked with him while her mother fixed supper.

Before she knew it, the three of them were sitting around the dining room table. Hermione had survived the small talk with her father.

She sat at her normal place, pushing her food around her plate. Whenever she was nervous, Hermione couldn't eat. Not really sure why, it has just been this way her entire life.

Finally dessert was served. Hermione had never been more happy to see chocolate cake. She knew her mother had made the cake just for her; after all it was Hermione's favorite.

Halfway through the dessert, Jane looked over at her daughter. "Hermione, dear, you have been quiet all night." She pointed out.

Taking a deep breath, she knew it was now or never. She knew she had to tell her parents, she couldn't keep this from them. "Sorry, I have just had a lot on my mind."

Jane smiled, "You know you can always talk to us. As much as we don't like it, we know you helped with that war. And if you need to talk about it we are here to listen."

Hermione shook her head. "It's not about the war. I – I have to tell you something." She said struggling to get it out. Before one of her parents could interrupt her, Hermione continued. "I met someone. His name was Fred and he was wonderful. I was in love." She paused as to not let her emotions get the best of her.

"Was?" Hank questioned.

Nodding, Hermione continued. "He died in the war."

"Oh! Hermione!" Jane said before hugging her daughter. Hermione had been through so much that they couldn't help her with, and some they didn't even know about.

Staying stiff in her mother's arms, Hermione wasn't sure how well she would take the next news.

Jane noticed the change in Hermione, and pulled away. "Is there something else?"

Nodding, Hermione forced a smile. "Fred and I loved each other very much. I still love him, even if he isn't here right now. Well, a few nights before the last battle I went to see him. All I wanted to do was talk." She took a large shaky breath, and rummaged in her purse. Pulling out the moving sonogram picture, Hermione looked at it and hoped her parents would accept this. "This is a picture of your grandchild. I am about thirteen weeks along. I never planned on this, and I know where you both stand on this issue. But I really did love Fred."

Looking up, Hermione came face to face with her parents. Her mother's face showed concern and worry. Hermione's father, however, looked almost angry. No, Hermione wouldn't place it as angry, it was more of a disappointed look. It was the same look she would get if she brought home any grade below an A. She hated the look. Hell, her father could yell at her until his voice was horse, but the one thing Hermione hated was this look. It made her feel guilty.

"Please say something." Hermione said breaking the awkward silence.

"My twenty year old daughter comes over to my house to see me for the first time in over three years and tells me she is pregnant! Pregnant out of wedlock! And to top it all off the father is dead!" Hank started yelling. He shook his head, "No, no daughter of mine would disappoint me like this. As far as I'm concerned I have no daughter." He said the last part quietly before storming out of the dining room.

Hermione sat there with tears in her eyes. It wasn't long before the two women left in the room heard Hank yelling for Jane.

As Jane was leaving she stopped. With her back to her daughter she spoke for the first time since Hermione told them the news. "I am very disappointed in you Hermione. But I love you, I always have and I always will. Nothing can change that. You could have prevented this. I know there surely has to be better ways in your world than here. I don't accept it. At least not right now. I am still trying to let the news sink in. However, I will talk to your father about this. Just give him some time. Remember I do love you Hermione. You've made your bed, and now you have to sleep in it." She said before leaving the dining room to join her husband upstairs.

Under any other circumstances Hermione would have at least smiled at her mother's last comment. It was just like her mum to say things with a cliché phrase.

Hermione picked up her purse, got out of her chair, and walked into the family room. She took out the small amount of Floo powder she brought with her, threw it in the fire, and yelled "Number 12, Grimmauld Place!"

She stumbled out of the fire place at Grimmauld Place, still sobbing with tears in her eyes. She could barely see Harry sitting on the couch reading a book, with Ginny curled up next to him also reading.

"Hermione!" The both exclaimed simultaneously.

Ginny rushed over and hugged her best friend. She wasn't sure why, but Hermione looked as though she needed a hug.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ginny asked she sat Hermione down on the couch with herself and Harry.

Taking a shaking breath, Hermione croaked out "I told my parents."

That was all Ginny needed. She knew exactly why Hermione was upset. Ginny guessed that Hermione's parents didn't take the news too well.

"Oh 'Mione! Do you want to talk about it?" Ginny asked.

"My dad disowns me. And mum agrees, for the most part." She said as she stumbled through the sentence.

Harry looked at the other two confused. "Hermione, what is going on? And why would your own father disown you?"

Looking at Hermione for confirmation to tell Harry, Ginny knew Hermione probably wouldn't be able to get the words out.

"She is pregnant, Harry." Ginny said, not wanting to waste her time trying to explain everything to Harry.

He opened his mouth to say something but promptly closed it when he saw the look Ginny was giving him. Harry had many questions, but decided now probably wasn't the best time to ask them.

"'Mione, why don't you stay here tonight? Ginny will be here too. That way you aren't alone in the flat." Harry said as he saw the tiredness in her face.

Hermione nodded, "Thanks Harry."

"It's nothing. You can use the room that you always did."

Without another word, Hermione left the room and went up the stairs. Ginny knew that when Hermione wanted to talk about it, she would.

LeGASP! Both her parents AND Harry know? Goodness..

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