A/N: Alright so I had a great idea for this chapter last night in one of my dreams. So I immediately woke up and attempted to write it. I reread it after a few hours and realized that it wasn't what I wanted at all. So I've tried to modify it and improve it and I think I've come to a happy compromise.

Also, that you so much to everyone that is reading and subscribing to this story! I especially thank the two of you who left me reviews. Thank you so much , it was just the type of encouragement I needed to get through writing this. I've been a bit depressed since I found out that HBP is delayed until next July - especially since half the reason I wrote this was to just give me a fix until November...

Oh well, without further ado - here is the second chapter:

"How are we possibly going to do this

"How are we possibly going to do this? How are we going to possibly explain ourselves?" said Hermione as she wiped the tears off her cheeks.

"I'm not exactly sure. But we will. We don't exactly have a choice in the matter," said Harry worriedly. He knew that tonight was going to be one of the most difficult nights he's had in months.

"Everyone is just starting to heal from the battle. People are coming out of the hospital, trials are occurring, people are finally healing their emotional wounds. Harry, this will turn everything upside down," said Hermione as she stared at her hands.

"Well…" said Harry as he searched his brain for something to ease to worry. Despite his efforts, there was no denying that the pregnancy would turn everyone into a mess – yet again.

"Harry, we're finally living normal lives without the threat of death above our heads. How could this happen?" said Hermione. She tried to stay strong and hold back the tears.

"I know. But it happened. We can handle this. We are just going to have to tell them tonight," said Harry, hoping Hermione hadn't noticed the quiver in his voice.

Hermione looked at him in disbelief. How could he possibly be so rational and calm about all of this? How is it that she is an emotional wreck and he is just sitting there explaining things so simply and casually?

"I'm not saying it will be easy," said Harry honestly.

They sat in silence for a little while as each of them thought of the future. What exactly were they now? Friends? More?

"I've got to tell Ron," said Hermione. "I can't hurt him even further by attempting to hide this from him," said Hermione somberly. She stood up and walked over to her trunk. She opened it and dragged it near her dresser. She held her head down as she opened each drawer and placed its contents neatly into her trunk.

"What are you doing?" asked Harry.

"You don't expect them to allow us to stay here do you?" said Hermione quickly. Hermione continued placing her belongings in her trunk. She only paused to silently cry. Harry stared at the floor; unable to think of anything that could possibly make the situation better. After minutes that felt like hours, Hermione finally broke the silence.

"Should we tell them separately or together?" asked Hermione. Before this morning, she had never in a million years expected to have this conversation.

"Well, maybe together would be best. We're both going to need to make a quick exit. I doubt they'll let us explain anything," said Harry.

"Well I don't think there is much to explain. It was a one time only thing when we had a few too many fire whiskeys. It wasn't planned or expected."

Harry looked at his hands. Ever since that night things had been complicated between the two of them. They tried not speaking about it, but sometimes the absence of words speaks much louder and clearer. While it hadn't been planned, it was certainly not off the radar of possibilities. They had been very close since such a young age and had dealt with heavier issues that either would like to remember. It would be understandable that something more than a friendship would form eventually. They had their own romantic relationships outside of each other, but romantic feelings for one another had formed between them while they weren't looking.

"Where should we go once we tell them?" said Harry slowly. He didn't really have anywhere else to go. There was always Hogwarts, but it was still being repaired and with school in session, it would not be a good place to go. There were too many people there who would ask too many questions.

"I'm going to my aunt's house. She lives just outside of Pontypridd. It is a predominately muggle area, so I don't expect the press to be around much. I figure it'll be a safe place until I can come up with other plans.

While Harry didn't know what to expect between them with their current situation, he was certainly not expecting Hermione to do it alone.

"Should…I mean, may I…come along?" asked Harry nervously. He was unsure of what to say or what was expected of him. What exactly is one expected to do in these sorts of situations?

Hermione looked at Harry with sad eyes. They were already swollen and red as the tears swelled into them for the billionth time today.

"Harry…if there is anything that you can salvage with Ginny…maybe…maybe you should…try at least, right? You've worked so hard to finally be with her…don't let this ruin all of that…" said Hermione.

"Hermione…we did this together. We are both at fault here. I made a mistake and I can't expect Ginny to forgive for it…" said Harry looking at his hands.

His words stung her heart. She knew that her infidelity against Ron was wrong, but she had never considered being with Harry a mistake. She was grateful that she had given that part of her to someone that she truly cared about and loved – even if she wasn't in love with that person.

Harry looked up and realized what he had done.

"I didn't mean "mistake" exactly…It is just…well the cheating part of it…not the you part of it…the cheating…"

"It's fine. I understand what you meant," said Hermione, trying to cover up her sudden feeling of hurt. "You can come with me. It'll be easier for us to figure this whole thing out if you are nearby."

Harry nodded. He felt so stupid for making Hermione feel like a mistake. She wasn't a mistake…if anything it was wonderful. It was rather unexpected and spontaneous. It was the answer to the question that he knew had been in the back of their heads…the "what if" scenario.

Harry and Hermione sat on the couch, patiently waiting the arrival of Ron and Ginny so that they could spill the news. Harry only left the room for a short while to pack his things into his trunk and prepare himself for a quick escape. When he returned, they continued to sit in contemplative silence. Neither of them knew what to expect from the other, and their imaginations of what could happen ran wild. How would the pregnancy go? What would the baby look like? What would they name it? Where would they raise it? Would the Weasley's ever forgive them? Would they be shunned from the wizarding world? What kind of scrutiny would their child face once he or she went to Hogwarts? The questions plagued their minds for hours.

Finally they heard footsteps coming near the front door and the sound of muffled voices. They immediately stood up, just as the door opened.

"Oh good, you're both home!" said Mrs. Weasley. She immediately began walking towards the kitchen. "You two must be famished. Don't worry, I'll get dinner ready," said Mrs. Weasley as she disappeared around the corner.

Ginny and Ron stood in the entryway.

"I've been telling her for hours how hungry I am. She walks in, takes one look at the two of you and decides that it is finally time to make dinner…"

"You two all right?" asked Ginny looking worried. Harry and Hermione had nervous guilty looks on their faces.

"We should talk upstairs," said Harry. He led the way, Hermione directly behind him with Ron and Ginny following. Ron tried to lace his fingers with Hermione's but she pulled back. Ron felt shocked and insulted but stayed silent.

Once they reached Hermione's room Hermione and Harry sat on the edge of her bed while Ginny and Ron continued standing.

"You should sit," said Hermione quietly.

Ron conjured up a chair while Ginny pulled one from the corner closer.

Hermione took a few deep breaths in and tried to clear her mind. She needed to concentrate on the issue at hand.

"What I am about to tell you is not something easy, so therefore I am just going to say it and get it over with," said Hermione as her hands tugged at the bottom of her shirt. Harry kept his gaze at the wooden floor and concentrated on it, noticing the detail of it.

"Oh come on, what could possibly be so difficult?" asked Ginny. "Honestly, after what we've been through, there is nothing that you could say that could be so horrible," said Ginny.

Hermione looked up, stared Ron straight in the face with an apologetic look on her face and finally spoke the words: "I'm pregnant." As soon as she spoke she felt her chin quiver and her legs began to feel weak. She wondered if she could survive the next few minutes.

Ginny immediately jumped up at hugged Hermione who tightened at the touch.

"Hermione!!" squealed Ginny excitedly as she pulled Hermione into a tighter hug. "This is great! I can't believe it! My brother and you are having a baby."

Ron's eyes grew in shock and then his jaw clenched in anger. There was no way that this baby was his. The truth was plain and simple: Hermione had cheated on him.

He immediately glanced at Harry who, noticing Ron's gaze, immediately turned his head away. That was all the answer Ron needed: His best friend and his girlfriend. It was the classic tale of betrayal. Nothing could possibly top this.

Ginny pulled away, noticing the lack of excitement and obvious tension in the room. She stared from Hermione to Ron and back again. She looked at Harry hoping that he could offer some sort of explanation – but it wasn't as she expected. All he could offer her was his head hung low in guilt.

Ron immediately lunged at Harry, knocking flat on the bed. Ron was wildly throwing punches at Harry as Hermione and Ginny screamed.

Maybe it hadn't sunken in for Ginny, maybe she hadn't realized yet why Ron was wildly hitting Harry, or maybe she knew but still didn't want Harry killed. Or maybe she just wanted to kill him herself…

"Stop it! Stop it!" yelled Hermione. She desperately tried pulling Ron from the waist to get him off but he only wiggled away. She stepped back, panic stricken, and finally she withdrew her wand.

"Separatus Ignitus!" yelled Hermione. Immediately Ron and Harry were pushed to the opposite ends of the room with a purple stream of light between them.

"What the hell?!" yelled Ron in anger. He had lost his ability to think straight. His only focus was beating his former best friend into oblivion.

"I think we should talk about this like we are civilized adults!" said Hermione desperately. Her heart was beating fast against her chest now and she was breathing heavily.

"Civilized adults? Is that a joke?" yelled Ron sarcastically. "You lost that right the moment you just gave yourself up to the 'Infamous Harry Potter'!" said Ron in disgust.

"Will you stop?" yelled Harry from across the room. His adrenaline was pumping through his veins faster than he ever thought possible. He looked towards Ginny, who remained still with her fists clenched at her sides. He could see her white knuckles and he swore he could hear the grinding of her teeth.

"Ron – this wasn't planned," said Hermione apologetically.

"And what difference does it make? I always knew that you wanted him, that he wanted you. I always knew but I trusted the two of you. I knew you would never want to be with me – that I would never be as good as him! So I hope he was good enough for you Hermione. I hope you thoroughly enjoyed yourself. And after all I've done for the two of you – I risked my life, the lives of my family for you!" said Ron. He had tears streaming down his face as he stared at Harry and Hermione. He felt disgusting and worthless – his theory that he was never good enough for Hermione, that he would always be second to Harry was confirmed.

"I'm sorry!" yelled Hermione. Tears fell down her face rapidly as her cheeks began to turn a deep shade of red. She was truly ashamed of herself for violating everything that their friendship and relationship had stood for. She collapsed to her knees and began to cry.

Harry stayed silent as he looked at Ginny for a response. She didn't speak or move her gaze. Although she was staring in Harry's direction, she wasn't really looking at Harry, but instead looking through him.

"Ginny…" said Harry. "I'm sorry, I really am." He knew his words wouldn't offer any condolences or help. He knew that they were practically useless – the damage had been done.

She finally looked up at him and met his gaze. Her eyes were like fire and they burned through Harry. "I thought the apologies were finally over. I thought I finally could have your heart – but I never really did, did I?" asked Ginny. She stared at Harry as she tried to hold back the tears. Her jaw shook for a moment and she bit her lip to stabilize it. Harry was sure that she would bite hard enough to draw blood.

Ginny immediately turned and stomped from the room. She disappeared without a sight.

Ron looked towards Hermione. "After all these years…" he whispered. The words were spoken softly but they were full of anger and hurt. He turned and walked out of the room, disappearing down the hall.

Harry stood up and walked towards Hermione who was still crying heavily. He wrapped his arms around her in a reassuring hug, although he didn't feel so confident himself. He helped her stand up and each of them grabbed their trunks.

"Shall we?" said Harry grimly. Hermione nodded and took his hand. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and she felt the familiar pull of apparation taking her far away from the Burrow right to the outskirts of Pontypridd.

A/N: Please review! I am dieing to know if this chapter turned out well...even if it didn't please tell me! I don't mind!