One day in mid-December seemed to be very eventful and somewhat entertaining. Hermione had been waking up late. She usually had to skip breakfast in order to make it to class. That morning Hermione had to run to Potions class to get their on time. They would be dissecting cats that day. This horrified her! Especially because she had a pet cat. They had to take out some organs for studying and for different potions that they would be brewing. The lab was four people per cat. Hermione was of course with Tom, Severus, and Lucius. The professor told them to send one person from each group to get the dissecting utensils. Hermione decided to get the things needed, as she did not want to have to dissect the cat. Hermione got all the utensils on a counter against the back wall. People also trying to get their utensils surrounded her.

"Excuse me," she said softly. When no one moved, she tried again.

"Excuse me, please," she said louder. She continued and no one moved for her. Her lab partners sat laughing, as they could hear her, but they knew that no one would move for her until they had their supplies. Hermione eventually screamed something.

"MOVE NOW! I HAVE A KNIFE!" she screamed and held a knife up in the air. There was a part in the people immediately formed for her to get through.

"Thank you," she smiled. Lucius and Severus, as well as a few others, were roaring with laughter. Hermione sat down across from them and next to Tom. She pointed the knife at them, telling them to shut their mouths. They did so immediately and Tom smirked. Hermione read the lab to them, never looking up from her book. She was glad when class was over and rushed to Care of Magical Creatures.

Classes seemed to become boring as the year went on. Hermione was not sure if it was because she had been taking old classes, or was it because she was pregnant. She was always emotional. . .

Hermione yawned as she listened to Dumbledore give a lecture on how to treat basilisks. Now, it was not a snake, it was a mixture of animals. The lecture seemed to last forever, when it was really only one class period, of course.

Hermione had double flying class with Gryffindor next. She was quite thankful for this. Due to the fact that she was pregnant, she did not have to fly, and she could sit and talk to Lily. She arrived early and conjured two chairs up for her and Lily. She and Lily would be able to recline in the chairs to remain comfortable. Lily arrived a few minutes later and sat next to Hermione. The class was going to have a fun, meaningless quidditch match. There was only one seeker on each side, but other positions had numerous people. Once everyone was up in the air, Hermione and Lily began talking.

"So, how's your child?" Hermione asked.

"He, or she, is doing very well. I can feel it kicking. It wakes me up at night sometimes. How about yours?"

"It's doing well; he or she does not kick much yet."

"Lucky," Lily laughed.

"Of course," Hermione smiled. "How are things with you and James?"

"Wonderful! We cannot wait until we graduate. Then we can move into a home of our own and stuff," Lily paused. "How are you and Tom doing?"

"Him and I? Pff. . . Yeah right. Anyway, he is a heartless jerk."

"I know he is a Slytherin and all, but really, Hermione. He is your child's father! You need to learn to like him at least."

"I can get along with him, but. . . I do not think I could ever love him."

"Like him, at least, for your child's sake."

"I suppose you have a point, Lily. . ." Hermione began.

"Of course I do!"

"I think class is over," Hermione motioned to the people landing.

"I suppose it is. Work on liking him, okay?" Lily said as she began walking away.

"Of course, Lily."

"Good, cause I'm not talking to you again until you like him."

"WHAT?" Hermione screamed, but it was too late. Lily was already out of sight, surrounded by the other kids who were also trying to get to their next class.