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CHAPTER TWO

The visit to Madame Pomfrey was very helpful. The mediwitch gave her a few books on pregnancy that she had already found very useful. Madame Pomfrey had also run another check-up, before sending Hermione off to dinner, something she had completely forgotten about.

With the books shrunk and hidden in her pocket, Hermione made her way down to the Great Hall to join Harry and Ron for dinner. Ron was already stuffing his face, while Harry was pushing his food around his plate. Hermione took a seat beside Harry, taking note that there was an extra wide gap between him and the next person. The whole school thought that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin after it was revealed he could speak Parsletounge last night.

"You missed afternoon classes." Harry said to her, as she began filling her plate with vegetables and roast beef.

Hermione bit her lip, wondering what she should tell him. Harry was dealing with enough at the moment; he didn't need to be burdened with her problems. "I wasn't feeling well, so I went and saw Madame Pomfrey and she told me to lie down."

Harry just nodded, glancing at two fifth year Hufflepuffs who walked passed, whispering and pointing at him as they walked over to their table. "Ignore them Harry." She whispered to him.

"I'm trying." He whispered back, glancing up at a Slytherin who walked passed and began hissing loudly, before laughing and walking off. Harry pushed his plate away. "I've lost my appetite. I'm going back to Gryffindor Tower."

"Ok." Hermione said, watching as he left the Great Hall quickly. Sighing, she turned back to Ron who had been watching Harry leave. "What are we going to do?"

Ron shrugged. "What can we do?" he asked, before lowering his voice and leaning closer to her. "We're just going to have to wait until the potion is ready and we get Malfoy to admit that he is the Heir."

Hermione nodded, surprised to hear Ron being rational once. She turned back to her meal and started eating; wanting to get to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom so she could check on the Polyjuice potion.

However Hermione never made it to check on the potion that night as there was another attack. Second year Justin Finch-Fletchley and Nearly Headless Nick were attacked by the monster and Harry was found standing over them.

The double attack turned what had just been nervousness to panic and there was almost a stampede to book seats on the train back to London for Christmas, leaving only a small number of students behind; Hermione, Ron, Harry, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy among them.

The weeks leading up to Christmas saw Hermione spending more time reading up on the pregnancy books Madame Pomfrey had given her and tending to the Polyjuice potion.

On Christmas morning, Hermione was up early, checking on the Polyjuice potion which was ready. She smiled, turning back to the book to make sure she hadn't missed anything. As her gaze drifted down the page, the smile slipped off her face as she notice something printed at the bottom of the page.

CAUTION: Not to be taken by pregnant witches.

"Oh shit." Hermione hissed under her breath. Why hadn't she noticed this before? She bit her lip and sat back. How was she going to get out of taking it? Harry and Ron would want to know and she wanted to wait until after Christmas to tell them. Her pregnancy clouded brain tried hard to think of something she could tell them, but nothing came to her. She decided to just wing it if they asked her why she wasn't taking the potion with them.

Covering the potion, Hermione decided to go wake Harry and Ron up and let them know that the potion was finished.

Presents were exchanged between the trio and Hermione tried to ignore the guilt she felt at not telling Harry and Ron that she was pregnant. She tried to tell herself it was because Harry already had enough on his plate, but the truth was she was afraid they would reject her. Hopefully they wouldn't be too mad, especially when they found out they knew before her parents, who she was terrified of telling.

Professor Dumbledore had offered to help explain the situation to her parents and she was grateful. However, she didn't want to ruin their Christmas, so she decided to wait until the New Year.

Naturally all the teachers knew of Hermione's situation. She wasn't the first young witch to become pregnant at school. There were certain precautions that had to be taken to ensure the safety of the witch and her unborn child. Hermione didn't mind the teachers knowing, she just hated the looks of pity she got off them. Even Snape wasn't as hard on her as she usually was.

Even now, as she was sitting in the Great Hall eating Christmas dinner, she could feel the stares of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. It was when Harry and Ron started on their third helping of pudding that Hermione decided it was time to get away from the pitying looks of her teachers, and staring herding Harry and Ron out the Great Hall.

Giving Harry and Ron instructions on what they needed to do to procure bits of Crabbe and Goyle, as well as dispose of them for a couple of hours, her business-like front faltered when they asked her who she was changing into. She bit her lip, thinking about the piece of Millicent Bulstrode's hair she had found on her robes after the Duelling Club. "I'll figure something out." She heard herself saying, before rushing off so she wouldn't have to put up anymore of their questions.

Back in the girl's bathroom, Hermione was scooping the Polyjuice potion, which emitting thick black smoke, into two tumblers, silently praying that it was only ingesting the potion that pregnant women weren't allowed to do. She made note to have another check-up with Madame Pomfrey tomorrow.

Harry and Ron arrived quicker then she thought they would be and they had bits of Crabbe and Goyle's hair. She took the hair off them and added each of them to a tumbler, watching as they hissed and changed colour. She handed them to the boys, Harry wrinkling his nose as he sniffed the potion, while Ron looked at Hermione. "Where's yours?" he asked.

Hermione bit her lip. "There's no one else from Slytherin staying and I couldn't get hair from anyone before they left." She said, lying through the skin of her teeth. "So you'll guys have to go at it alone."

If Harry and Ron had an opinion on this, they didn't voice it. They just took the spare robes Hermione had nabbed from the laundry room and went into the stalls. She didn't have to wait very long for the boys to step out, this time looking like the identical twins of Crabbe and Goyle.

"Ok, remember you have exactly one hour before you change back into yourselves." She told them. "Now hurry along."

The boys followed her orders and left quickly in search of the Slytherin common room and Malfoy. Hermione decided to spend her hour reading the pregnancy book she had bought with her. The book was rather interesting. It catalogued the pregnancy in months and weeks. Flipping to the part of the book on the fifth month of pregnancy, she started on reading what to expect in the next few weeks. Something's were gross, while others were interesting; her bellybutton would be popping out soon and she would be able to feel Mikaela kick soon.

Hermione paused and put the book down, wandering down to a mirror hanging over a basin. After making sure Myrtle was in her U-Bend, she lifted her shirt and sweater up a little to look at her pregnant belly, which had grown in the two weeks since she found out she was pregnant. Her clothes were getting tighter and Madame Pomfrey told her she would need new ones. For the time being, Hermione had taken to enlarging her clothes, bras and underwear.

With a sigh, Hermione dropped her clothes and straightened them out, making her way back to her books. She still had no idea about her or her baby's future. Sometimes she would decide that yes, she was going to keep her, others – on the nights she had her old nightmares – she was struck with doubt and didn't see how she was going to raise a baby. Her emotions were all over the place. This was the scariest thing she had gone through, even scarier than going to find the Philosophers Stone with Harry and Ron last year.

The door to the bathroom flew open and Hermione quickly hid her book, as Harry and Ron came in, back to their normal selves, still in the larger robes.

Hermione stood up. "Well?" she asked looking expectantly at them.

Harry shook his head, sheading the large robes. "Its not Malfoy." He said.

"You're sure?"

Ron nodded. "Positive."

Hermione sighed. "I guess we're back to square one." She said feeling disappointed. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement.

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