Just to warn you, this chapter has A LOT of Hermione dialog. But I think you all knew this was coming. Actually I didn't know it was coming until I started writing it. But I feel all of you deserve to know the full story. So you get to learn it from Hermione's point of view as she tells Charlie.

Disclaimer: I own a cat who is full of mischief, not Harry Potter…

Chapter 8: Hermione's Story

"It all started towards the end of my seventh year. Well, more like after my seventh year. Harry, Ron, and I had just joined the order. We were all eager to fight in this war, and win. I wasn't looking for a relationship, but somehow it found me.

"Honestly, I had never dated much. I mean, there was Viktor, but I don't consider having him watch me study any type of relationship. But this relationship, I could tell it was different. I didn't like having to hide it, or having to sneak around. The sneaking around, however, became easier when I got my own flat. Of course I had it warded so Ron or Harry couldn't just apparate in. I knew they would be furious, well maybe Ron more than Harry, about my relationship. Harry would have been angrier that I thought I had to hide it. But we thought we were doing the right thing." She took a sip of her tea, letting all that she has said so far sink in.

"So now no one knows about it? You and this guy, since you hid your relationship. Who is he? And you are now pregnant? Why are you in Romania then?" Charlie asked, still trying to understand the story.

"I'm getting there, if you would just be patient and listen." Hermione scolded.

"As I was saying we thought we were doing the right thing. But then I left with Ron and Harry to look for the Horcruxes. That strained the relationship. We didn't get to see each other nearly as much as we wanted. He also didn't like that I was living in a tent with two males. No matter how many times I told him they were just friends to me. I guess he could see that Ron liked me more than a friend, just like everyone else.

"I know everyone thought I was going to end up with Ron. They all expected me too. A lot of people still are expecting it. I know that I could never be in love with him. Sure, I love him. But I love him like a brother. That's what he and Harry are to me, brothers. Being an only child gets lonely sometime." Taking a breath, and shaking her head, Hermione got back into the story.

"Harry, Ron, and I had been living in the tent for over a year. Every day I went without seeing him, the more I wanted to see him. But we couldn't meet. It was far too dangerous.

"One night, after we had just gotten to a new area, it was my turn to keep watch. We were planning on going to Hogwarts to get the last Horcrux, well the last one besides the snake and Harry. Maybe I didn't know consciously, but I knew there was a battle brewing. I was restless that night, so I apparated to his flat. Knowing we had arrived at the campsite only hours before, no one would find us that soon.

"Using the key he gave me, I let myself in. He and his brother shared this small flat in a Muggle town. All I wanted to do was go there and see him. I just wanted to talk. But one thing lead to another, and I won't go into details, I am sure you know what happened next." She said while feeling a blush creep up her face.

Clearing her throat, Hermione continued. "The final battle was a few days after that. We lost so many people that day, and unfortunately he was one of the many. I was right there when it happened. It's an image that I had to try so hard to push out of my mind. An image that I will always have with me, no matter how hard I try to get rid of it.

"The couple weeks in between the battle and the mass funeral, were rough for me. I felt as if I couldn't live on. Luckily I made it somewhat out of my funk by the time the funeral rolled around. But that day, the day of the mass funeral, drug me down deeper.

"I ended up sitting on my couch for almost three weeks, wallowing. I didn't have an appetite. The only thing I wanted to eat was ice cream. Each day the flavor of ice cream would change, but the craving for ice cream never did. I thought I would never get off that couch." She paused for some tea before continuing.

"That's when Ginny came over. She saw how bad I was with dealing with it all. And she forced me to go to St. Mungo's. Her reason was that a diet of ice cream is not healthy for anyone. I wasn't in any state to try and refuse. After all, this is Ginny Weasley I'm talking about." She added with a chuckle.

"It was then that I learned I was pregnant. So many thought's ran through my mind when the Healer told me. There was a lot of 'I can't be' and 'No, not me.' But sure enough, I was pregnant. And the baby would never get to know its father. All because of the damn war.

"I wasn't sure what to do, so I went back to wallowing. But it only lasted a week. I decided that I needed to be strong for the baby. I knew I was going to keep it. The baby is the last part I have of him, of my first love.

"The day I told your parents, was hard." Hermione saw Charlie's expression and smiled. "Of course I told Arthur and Molly. They have treated me as one of their own since I was eleven. I couldn't not tell them. No matter how hard I thought it was to tell them, nothing compared to telling my parents.

"Usually they are very nice people, as you probably found out when you went to get them. Thanks again for that, by the way. My mum almost rivals yours, and that's saying something. But they have their beliefs. Beliefs that are extremely important to them. One of those beliefs involves pre-marital sex. They believe that sex should only happen between two married adults. I believe it should happen when two people are in love. I mean, it is call making love.

"So, the night I told them I was prepared for anything. Well, almost anything. I was ready for them to yell at me. Order me to get 'it' removed. I was even ready for them to jump for joy, not matter how much I knew they weren't going to. I was not ready for them to disown me. I don't think I have ever seen my father so angry and disappointed.

"The night that followed, involved a lot of tears and telling Harry. He was understanding. At least I think he was, Ginny is the one who actually told him. I was sobbing too hard to even form words, let alone an entire story. But he understood, unlike Ron.

"I hadn't even thought about telling Ron. I knew I would have to eventually, but I thought I had more time. When he found out, I hadn't even told him. He overheard me talking to the grave. I knew he was going to be angry, but I didn't think it would be this angry. I tried to walk away, to give him time to cool down so we could talk like adults. But we ended up getting into an argument.

"It was then that I made the decision to transfer. I mean, if my parent's disowned me, and Ron reacted like that, how is everyone else going to react? All I wanted was to go somewhere where no one knew me, which is hard being a war heroine. So I settled for moving to a different country. I didn't even think you would be here. I guess I just didn't think."

Taking a deep breath, Hermione smiled. "I guess you know my story now."

Charlie sat there dumfounded. "Your own father disowned you? And Ron, Ron drove you to transfer to Romania?" He sat there for a few more minutes, taking in her story, when he realized something. "You never once said the name of the father. I know it's none of my business, so if you don't want to tell me that's fine. But who was he?"

She didn't answer right away, knowing this would be the biggest shock for Charlie. Deciding to not waste anymore time, Hermione looked Charlie in the eyes and said, "Fred."

"Fred? My brother Fred? The other half of George, Fred?" Charlie said.

Hermione noticed his voice did hold any anger or spite, but almost disbelief. After a few minutes of mumbling on Charlie's part, and silence of Hermione's part, their eyes met.

"Why didn't we know about you two?" He asked curiously.

"Like I said, we wanted to keep it a secret. Everyone knew how Ron felt about me. Plus there was a war brewing and we weren't sure where the relationship was heading. Fred and I planned on telling everyone once the war was over. But plans change. Life changes." She took a deep breath, "In case you were wondering, I plan on keeping the baby. Since my parents disowned me, and I have left England, I plan on staying here, in Romania. And I assume you will be staying in Romania. I want to let you know that you can have as much involvement with the baby as you want. After all it's your little niece or nephew."

"Hermione, you think there is a chance I don't want to be involved with this? Like you said, this baby is a part of my family. I am not going to just ignore you and it. I want to help you. You have no one, and you moved to another country. I will be there to help you, that is, if you want."

He looked up at Hermione and noticed the tears pooling in her eyes. "Sorry, did I say something wrong?" He asked concerned.

"No, everything was just perfect." She said while wiping away a stray tear. "Sorry, it's just my hormones. Being pregnant makes them go crazy."

After giving her a few minutes to compose herself, Charlie smiled, "So, do you want to go see the reserve?"

"I know I should, since I will be working with dragons, but my stomach has other plans. How about we grab some supper first?" She asked, hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

Charlie nodded, "Sounds like a plan, Stan."

Hermione paused for a minute to process what he just said, when she did, she burst out laughing. Hearing Charlie join in made her laugh even harder. She could feel the tears in her eyes. These tears were welcomed; these tears were from laughing so hard. It felt good to laugh. Hermione didn't even notice that the only other person who could make her laugh like that was Fred.

I wrote this almost as if I were telling the story. So pretty much, how Hermione is talking is how I would, that is if I had to tell this story.

Okay… So now you can review and tell me if you liked the chapter and her story or not.