Hermione sobbed silently to herself, knowing she shouldn't be afraid to tell the man she loved she was pregnant. But she was, and no amount of fervent wishing was going to change the fact. What if he changed his mind and didn't love her, want her or a baby? And she was left all alone, what then? What if she had to raise such a child on her own, would she be able? Would she even be a good mother? Or would she bring up a spiteful, misunderstood spawn like Malfoy or Snape? She shuddered at the thought.
The fleeting optimistic part of her brain pulling at her, Hermione stood and composed herself. Even if he did reject her, she would be happy to forever have a piece of him intertwined with her in the form of a child. After redoing her makeup she pulled on her robes, tucked the test in her pocket, then left the Gryffindor dorms and headed for the defense classroom.
When she arrived at the door, she peered in to see a familiar sight: Remus Lupin hunched over his work at his desk. She smiled, though anyone looking would barely notice it. She silently shoved the door farther open and crept inside. Her heart was beating like a madman and her palms were incriminatingly clammy. She urged it to slow and wiped her hands on her robes, then dared to take a few steps forward. She grimaced as her flats clicked against the stone floor and Remus looked up. He grinned, then with his wand shut the door and sealed it.
"Hello, love. What do I owe this pleasure?" His grin was the romantic, breathtaking one it always was, but for once, it made her nervous. Hermione giggled anxiously at him. Oh now I seem mature, she groaned inwardly. I really must seem like an adolescent.
"We need to talk, Remus." She said, beginning to walk towards his desk. His cheerful face fell at the words.
"Normally those words only lead to something bad, Moine. Is this good or bad?" His worried blue eyes bore right through her and all courage leapt away, back to its hidden depths.
"It depends on how you look at it, really." She admitted, shrugging. He held out his arms and she almost ran into his embrace. It was where she felt safest. She swallowed and looked up at her lover.
"Remus, I. . .I mean we. . .I didn't plan this. . .well you would know that. . .this could change. . ." Remus looked down upon her with a smirk.
"Hermione, you're not saying anything comprehensible." She sighed and looked him straight in the eye.
"I'm pregnant." Hus blue eyes widened with a small, almost inaudible intake of air. Hermione looked down on her lap and moved to stand. But then, suddenly, strong arms held her back.
"You're sure?" He asked, Hermione still facing away from him. She pulled out the test from her robes and placed it on his desk. Hermione simultaneously bit back the urge to cry. There was a long silence and Hermione was beginning to think of possible ways of suicide (A/N: sarcastic, people, it's an exaggeration) when the arms wrapped around her tightened immmensly.
"You have made me the happiest man alive." He whispered, gently picking her up and twirling her, burying his head in the crook of her neck. And Hermione could no longer hold back her emotion; she began to cry on his chest.
He stopped twirling her and pulled her closer, his grasp tighter against her. Looking down on her he frowned. "Are you happy or upset?" Hermione laughed weakly, partially faking it.
"Happier than I was. Thank you." Then she kissed him and thanked her God that she was going to endure such a thing with this man. She couldn't imagine it with any other. The thought was pushed from her mind as he pulled her down on the couch with him and they experimented with soft kisses until sleep overtook their minds and bodies.