Just a warning, this is an intense chapter. There are a few harsh words. If you know what I mean. Yes I am talking about the 'f-word' and a lot of British cuss words. Thanks to the internet I now know what they are and what the mean since I am just an American. Also there is slight abuse. And by slight, I mean very, very little.

Now onto the chapter! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter…. NOT! (haha… everyone loves a good NOT joke!)

Chapter 6: Argument

Once Hermione was out of sight and ear shot, Harry turned back to Ginny.

"Pregnant?" He asked.

Ginny nodded, "Yeah, about thirteen weeks along." She said quietly.

The two sat in silence while Harry did the math. "You are telling me it happened during the battle?" He asked in disbelief.

Shaking her head, Ginny took a deep breath. She only wanted to explain this once. "Actually, it happened a few days before the final battle. She was in love. I know she was. I was with her when she found out about the baby. It was a shock, but I think she is learning to deal with it. For the most part, I think she is excited about it. Her parents though, don't believe in pre-marital sex. They are very conservative on many issues. Which is why she is probably up in that room crying. I am guessing she told them tonight and they didn't really accept the idea."

"Didn't accept the idea? She said her father disowned her. Her own father!" Harry said angrily. The room was silent for a couple minutes. "So Hermione is pregnant." Ginny nodded to confirm. Harry spoke again, "So who is the father, and why isn't he here dealing with Hermione crying her eyes out over her parents?"

Ginny could tell Harry's anger level was rising again, knowing how protective he is of Hermione. She also knew he was assuming that the father had left Hermione. Really he wasn't too far off the truth. The father of the baby had left Hermione, but not by choice.

"Harry, calm down. Hermione isn't in this alone, even if the father isn't in the picture, because she has us."

"What do you mean 'even if the father isn't in the picture'?" Harry said while starting to turn red. "If I ever get my hands on him, he is a dead man. Doing this to Hermione then just leaving her. What was that bastard thinking! Where's my wand? I need to go find him!"

"You can't kill him!" Ginny said loudly.

"Why the hell not, Ginny?"

"Because he is already dead! The father is Fred! He didn't leave her by choice. He died, in the final battle. Remember? You were standing right there. Hermione was standing right there. Right by him when that wall fell and killed him. Imagine how hard it was for her to watch the love of her life die!" She yelled, not caring if they were over heard.

Harry looked at his girlfriend. "Fred?" He asked with disbelief.

Nodding, Ginny turned to him. "They had been dating for a while, but didn't want to go public. We all know how Ron fells about her. They didn't want to hurt him. She said that they were going to tell the family once Voldemort was gone and the world would be good again. They never got the chance."

Staring at his girlfriend, Harry couldn't believe what she was telling him. Hermione and Fred had a secret hidden relationship. No one even had a clue that they were nothing more than friends. Hell, they seemed even less than that. It was a normal relationship between a teenager and his little brother's friend.

Harry didn't say anything else. He just got up and walked out of the room. After making it to the second floor landing, Harry led himself into Hermione's room. Well, the room she used to stay in with Ginny.

"Hermione?" He said while knocking on the door. He heard a noise come from the other side of the door and figured that was an invitation to come in.

Walking in, Harry found Hermione curled up on the bed clutching a pillow.

"Ginny told me everything. If you want to stay here for a couple days, I don't mind." Harry said, unsure of what to say to help comfort her.

"I knew they would take it bad. I just didn't think that he would disown me."

Harry didn't have to ask, he knew she was talking about her parents.

Hermione sat up in bed with her back resting against the wall still holding onto the pillow.

"My whole life all I wanted to do was make them proud of me. In school I always made sure to bring home the best grades. When I turned 11 and McGonagall came to my house to explain about Hogwarts, they couldn't be prouder. They thought of it as me getting into one of the most prestigious boarding schools in the country.

"Then I started to drift away from them. They didn't understand about the Wizarding world, they never have. So I spent more time at the Weasleys. Then the war came, and I erased their memories. Once it was over, I sent Charlie to go get them. I couldn't even go get my own parents. I kept telling myself it was because I was still grieving for Fred. Hell, Charlie was grieving for Fred, but he still went and got them for me. Deep down I think it was because I didn't want them to be disappointed in me. They would know I never went back to school, that I never graduated, that I chose to go gallivanting around the country instead.

"Then I found out about the pregnancy. I knew they would be the most disappointed in me than they have ever been. I always thought they would still support me and my decisions, no matter how against their views they are. But I never thought they would disown me."

Harry sat on the bed and pulled Hermione into his arms. It seemed what she needed most was a hug, so Harry did just that.

With Harry's hug, Hermione broke down into more tears.

-.-

Eventually Hermione calmed down enough to fall asleep. She woke up and wondered why she was in a strange room. Then last night's events came flooding back to her memory. She immediately rested a hand on her slightly round stomach.

Shaking the memories from her head, Hermione got out of bed and wandered downstairs. She could hear sounds coming from the kitchen. Walking in, she saw Ginny standing at the oven making some pancakes.

"Morning." Hermione greeted.

Ginny turned around and smiled, "How are you feeling?" She wondered.

Hermione shrugged, "Better."

Smiling, Ginny set a cup of coffee down in front of Hermione.

As soon as the coffee was in front of her Hermione leaped from the chair and ran into the nearest bathroom. She luckily made it just in time to watch her supper from last night come back up. The phrase that ran through her head was 'the joys of pregnancy.' After taking a few minutes to clean herself up, Hermione returned to the kitchen.

"So coffee is now on the do not eat list." Hermione said while sitting at the table, thankful that Ginny had taken the coffee away when she was in the bathroom.

Ginny laughed. "Anything else on that list?"

"Green Beans, marshmallows, ham, and lettuce." Hermione smirked, "Just to name a few."

"So, do you have any plans today?" The red head asked, while setting food on the table.

Hermione looked down at her plate, "I was thinking of visiting Fred. I haven't been there since the funeral, and I just want to go. I feel like I need to." She took a deep breath, "and I want to go by myself."

Nodding, Ginny agreed. "I don't see any problem with that."

-.-

After breakfast, Hermione apparated to the Wizarding Cemetery. She had asked the healer and found out she couldn't apparate for much longer, so she decided to make the best of it.

Walking through the cemetery, Hermione tried to find Fred's head stone. Finally she stumbled upon it. His grave was next to some of the other Weasley family graves. She stood in front of the head stone that read-

Fred Gideon Weasley

Beloved Son and Brother

April 1, 1978 – May 2, 1998

Died as he lived, laughing

"Hey, it's me." She started, unsure of what to say.

"I hope you are having fun in heaven, or where ever you are. I'm sure everyone is getting their fair share of pranks." She said with a sad, fake chuckle. It wasn't long and the chuckles turned into sobs. She felt her knees give way, and she dropped to the ground.

"I don't know how to live without you. You aren't here. And because of that I feel as if I never smile anymore. George doesn't prank like he used to. He's barely at the shop anymore. Everyone misses you. I know you wouldn't want us to keep crying over you. I also know that you would have hated that funeral. You have never been one for somber moments. George and you always seem to want a huge, loud, and happy production." She smiled and wiped the tears away.

"There is something I have to tell you. I'm not sure how much you have seen since you have been up there, or even if you can look down on us. So I hope you are actually listening." She said with a true giggle. "Here it goes. I'm pregnant. Do you hear me Fred Gideon Weasley? You are going to be a father. And it hurts knowing you won't be here for our child's life. How am I supposed to do this without you? This baby needs you, it needs its father. I know you would be ecstatic, if you were here. But you won't. You won't be here to feel its first kick, to see it take its first breath. Not even when we send it to Hogwarts. I love you, Fred."

"Is it true?"

Hermione gasped, stood up, and spun around. She found Ron standing not far away, and wondered when he got there.

"Hermione, is it true? Are you pregnant?" Ron asked again. He was keeping his voice even, but Hermione could see his ears start to turn red, signaling he was in fact angry. "Pregnant with the child of Fred, my dead brother?"

Momentarly, Hermione had forgotten how to speak, so she just nodded.

"How could you? You go behind my back and shag my brother!"

"I loved him, Ron! We had been dating for about a year before we even took that step. It's just like you to jump to conclusions!" Hermione yelled back.

Ron's glare made Hermione involuntarily shiver. She hadn't ever seen him like this before.

"Ron, why don't we talk about this later? I know this is a lot to process. I will see you in a couple days." Hermione said before bending down to grab her purse and wand.

"No, we will talk about this now! You knew how I felt about you, Hermione. It was obvious. I just thought you would be the first to make a move, or that you were too daft to notice. I mean not many other blokes have shown interest in you. But no, you had to go fuck my brother. Just like the slag you are! Let me guess you are going to go fuck the rest of my brothers. Sorry to say, but Bill's married. But, I'm guessing that his marriage means nothing to you, so you'll still go screw him! Stupid bloody bint!"

Hermione was shocked at his outburst. "You listen here, Ronald Billius Weasley! I do not want you calling me those names! Fred and I loved each other. We didn't want to tell anyone because I knew how you felt, and I didn't want to hurt you. We were going to tell everyone after the war, but, guess what, that didn't happen!

"I am pregnant, with Fred's child. And I have decided to keep it. I don't care whether you want to be in its life or not. I don't even care is you want to be in my life."

She turned to walk away, when she felt his hand around her arm.

"I wasn't done talking, slag! And no one talks to me like that!"

Hermione felt Ron spin her around, so she was now facing him. She saw his hand being raised and felt the pain of the slap across her face.

She looked into his eyes. Hermione wasn't sure what she saw, but this wasn't the Ron she knew. That Ron would have never thought of hitting a woman. War really did change people.

Grabbing her wand, Hermione gave him one last look before apparating to the ministry.

So…. She told Ron, well not really told him. More like he found out.… Sorry but I had to do it!

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