A/N: I decided to challenge myself and write a fic about a pairing that I didn't like that much. That pairing is Hermione/Snape and there is another pairing that is revealed in this chapter. It (miraculously) doesn't have a song attached to it. This chapter is where Hermione tells Harry about her other little secret. It's quite obvious from the title chapter.
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!!WARNINGS!! There is questionable languege. Other than that, it's only the pairing itself that you have to be worried about.
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Hermione fell to her knees at the foot of her bed in the privacy of her dorm. Her whole body wracked with sobs when she saw the results of the test in her hands; it was blue. She was pregnant with Severus' child. She needed help, and although she knew who she wanted to go to, she also knew he wouldn't want to help her. She had to try. So she sighed, dried her eyes, and left to tell her ex-boyfriend.
"Hey, Hermione, where are you going so quickly? Where's the fire?" Lavender called after her as she raced down the stairs with the blue test still clutched in her hands. Harry was sitting in his favorite squashy armchair next to the fire. She fell heavily into the seat beside him and opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word, he glared fiercely at her and stomped angrily away. She glanced helplessly at her old best friend, Ron. All he did was look at her reproachfully; she sighed.
"Well, what did you expect? Hermione, you broke his heart by having an affair. And with someone he hates, too," Ron said with annoyance laced through his voice. She sunk deeper into her chair and sighed again. She didn't look at the boy beside her, the boy or man that just a couple of weeks ago had been her best friend, and her boyfriend's best friend as well. But now he hated her, or at least was very angry with her, and she didn't want to see his heated glare. She stared intently at her lap, avoiding the gaze of everyone in the room.
"Yes, I know, but Ron! I desperately need to tell him something; I need his help!" she exclaimed hysterically, tears forming rapidly in her wide brown eyes. She pleaded with Ron pathetically with those eyes, begging him to get Harry to listen to her. Ron just kept glaring, asking her how she could dare to ask him for help after doing what she'd done to him. He asked all this with his eyes. Just his eyes.
With this, Harry walked back down from the dorm, a couple minutes after Dean and Neville went up. Hermione slumped so far down in her chair that Harry didn't see her, and quietly sat down and went back to his homework; he still hadn't noticed Hermione sitting so close to him, as she got up her courage to ask him for help, because Ron was right. She had no right to ask him for anything, because she had done something dispicable in the eyes of such a loyal Griffindor. And all she had to rely on was his forgiving and loyal nature 'This'll go well,' she thought. But with this thought, she took a deep breath and cleared her throat.
"Harry, please, just let me talk to you! I know you hate me; you should, but please listen to me!" she begged desperately, tears beginning to spill silently down her cheeks. Those cheeks had seen a lot of tears in the past few weeks, with all that had happened. She pleaded with him with her eyes, even though he wasn't looking at them, hoping he might glance up. She cried even harder when he didn't. But then he was talking, talking while at the same time avoiding her gaze.
"This better be good. So talk. Now," he replied emotionlessly to her hysterical request. He looked up at her vaguely, and she played with the blue test in her hands, her nervousness making itself clear in the restlessness of her hands. She stalled, saying a whole lot of nothing under the disguise of preparing him for the news. She was really just trying to figure out how to tell him in her mind. He gave her one of his fierce, firy glares, and she immediately told him.
"Harry, I'm pregnant. With Se-Snape's child, and I need your help," she told him shakily, and a look of utter shock and disdain crossed his face before his emotionless mask was back. He sighed, then went back to his Charms homework, as if avoiding the issue at hand. He wrote a few more sentances, then looked back up again with still no emotion on his face. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, as if her news made him weary. It probably did.
"Well what do you want me to do, Hermione?" he asked, sounding more tired than he ever had before. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, as if he was fighting to get them to stay open. He sighed deeply, and finally looked up at her with his question in his eyes. And she wondered, what could he do? He was only sixteen, just like her. 'Except he's not just a child like me. No; he's a man,' Hermione thought to herself. She knew she still had feelings for him; it was him who wasn't in love anymore. The thought of never having him in her life again made yet more tears spring up in her eyes.
"I don't know, just - I just need a friend, Harry," she said with more defeat in her voice. She looked at him sadly, even more tears gathering in her eyes now, hoping she looked as pathetic as she thought she did. Her pathetic face had always been a great weakness of Harry's. She noticed him looking at her with contempt. He opened his mouth, as if he was just about to say something, but closed it again and shook his head. Hermione looked at him with questions evident on her face. He was hiding something from her, she realized now, something had probably been going on behind her back for a while now.
"Hermione, I have to tell you something. A couple of days after I broke up with you, I saw Luna - you know, Luna Lovegood - and she, well, she sort of comforted me. We've sort of been dating since then," Harry said nervously, not sure how his ex-girlfriend, and ex-friend, would take it. Hermione looked thoughtful for a while, pondering his confession, but the first thing out of her mouth was how, exactly, had it happened? So Harry told her, in detail.
FLASHBACK
Harry said in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, in the stall next to Myrtle's, trying to quench the rapid tears falling down his face. He hears a high, dreamy voice coming from the doorway, asking who was in the stall crying. Harry went silent, hoping if he was quiet the air-headed girl would go away if he did it long enough. It didn't work; she wouldn't leave.
Luna called out again, still curious about the samll noises coming from the stall in the bathroom. She knew she had heard sobs coming from it, and she knew she was hearing tiny, muffled hiccups coming from it now. She ventured farther into the desolate bathroom and peeked into the stall, only to see the boy she looked up to as a savior huddled in the stall in a fetal position, crying. She gasped with surprise at the sight of such a normally strong man looking so weak. Harry looked up at her, but couldn't stand to keep his head up, couldn't stand the look of extreme pity in Luna's eyes. He hated pity. But no matter how ashamed he was, he couldn't stop the tears from coming, and he felt her look of pity continue scalding him as her eyes tried to burn themselves into his skull.
"Harry, what's wrong? What happened?" Luna asked, worry lacing her voice. The pity was out of her eyes now, he could feel it, but it was replaced with concern and worry; that look could've been worse. Harry saw her kneal down in front of him through his peripheral vision, and was finally brave enough to look up at her. When he did, his frist thought surprised him.
"You're so beautiful," he thought to himself, and realized from the surprise on her face thathe had said it out loud. With this, he knew his face was tomato red, the heat of his embarressment and horrow showing itself in his cheeks. Luna blushed too, but still looked flattered at the compliment. She was asking him a question, but he couldn't hear it through the pounding in his ears. The look on her face was clear. She was happy; she was excited.
She was leaning towards him! Her pretty face was getting closer and closer to his and, he realized, so was his to hers. Inevitably, their lips met and they kissed. Their mouths moved as one as Luna sat down on the floor without taking her mouth from his. His hands moved to cup the back of her neck, and they just kissed. Just kissed; kissed as if they were the only people on Earth.
They only broke apart when the need for oxygen became too great. They looked at each other breathing heavily, smiling softly at each other. Silently, they made an agreement and then simutaneously left the bathroom.
END FLASHBACK
At the end of his story, Hermione's eyes were tearing up rapidly. Harry knew this would happen, but she deserved to know. She looked at him, hoping against hope that he would tell her he was joking. But he didn't. Harry just looked at her, staring her in the face and daring her to say something. It seemed that the only question on her mind was 'how'. She looked at him back, and they just stared. They stared at each other for what seemed to be ages but was really only a couple of minutes. Maybe seconds. But then again, maybe it was years.
"Oh. Well. Okay," Hermione said painfully, as if some other person was threatening her if she didn't. Ron just sat there silently, not wanting Hermione to know that he already knew everything. He saw Harry faltering, so he reluctantly continued with the story, quickly becoming more gleeful with each word. He told her how Harry and Luna snuck out under his Invisibility Cloak to have their first official date, and how they greatly enjoyed themselves. He relished the telling, loving the look on Hermione's face when he told her how they made out in an abandoned classroom close to the secret passageway to and from Hogsmeade when they finally got back to Hogwarts. He watched as tears slid down her cheeks, and he didn't feel a bit of remorse as causing that pain; no, he rather enjoyed it, and grinned at her reaction. She deserved after hurting Harry so much, not to mention being in an illegal relationship with a teacher! He was happy she was feeling something like Harry had felt when he found out his girlfriend, the one he loved more than anything, had cheated on him; but she didn't feel a fraction of the pain. Even so, he stopped smiling when he saw Harry bury his face in his hands in embarressment and probably guilt. Harry peered through his fingers, silently telling him to stop talking; that was enough. After Ron left, Harry finally started talking again.
"You know, Hermione, even though I hate him, Snape deserves to know he's gonna be a father. Once you've told him, come talk to me again," Harry said, surprisingly calm, giving her a pointed look, and determinedly going back to his Charms homework.
A/N: This is a very long chapter for me...anyway, next chapter Hermione tells Snape. I might also sneak in some Harry/Luna time, if there's room. I hope you enjoyed, and please please please click the little blue "Go" button at the bottom of the screen. You know you want to!
