Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.

A/N: I know I said the last one what going to be the last section of Win or Lose, but harrypotterlover56 wanted me to a fourth part and, because I'm weak and I like to make people happy, I wrote a fourth part. But this IS the final part, even if anyone wants a fifth. This is IT. Kay? Then we'll be back with the unrelated ones ^.^

Title: Win or Lose
Genre: Angst?
Rating: T
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Ron/Hermione, Harry
Word Count: 537

The Weasleys, along with Harry and Hermione, sat around the dining table, eating dinner rather noisily. Knives and forks clattered against plates; loud discussions took place over the table, each conversation trying to overpower the others; laughter rang around the room like a siren. The only person on the table not participating in the fun was Hermione, whom ate quietly and slowly, pushing her food around her plate before half-heartedly prodding it with the fork and lifting it lazily up to her mouth. All the while, her free arm lay in her lap, resting on her stomach.

It had been a week since she found out about her pregnancy and, ever since, she had barely spoken a word. Other than Harry, Ginny was the only person who knew about the baby Hermione was carrying, and she intended to keep it that way for as long as possible. Her stomach churned as she swallowed another piece of chicken and she resisted the urge to gag, instead washing it down with a gulp of water. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and reached for a bread roll in the middle of the table. Her hand brushed against Ron's, who had also reached for the bread, and she flinched back, putting her hand under the table and using her other hand to pick up her fork. As she pushed some peas around, she kept her eyes on the plate.

As Hermione swallowed a piece of potato, her stomach lurched almost painfully and she stood up from the table abruptly. She left the room quickly, her only explanation being, "Toilet."

She heard a chair squeaking against the tiled floor behind her and she dashed for the stairs as quick as she could, arm wrapped across her flat stomach all the while. She heard footsteps and, as she lifted a foot onto the first step, a hand grabbed her arm and turned her around. She knew who it was before she even saw his face and, when she did, she immediately looked to the side. Ron. She wrenched her arm from his grip like he was burning her and hugged herself, almost protectively.

"What's up with you? You've been weird for days."

Avoiding the subject was her best option, and so Hermione retorted, "Yeah, well you've been weird for years."

"Now isn't the time for games, Hermione. I'm serious. What's wrong?" Holding her arms against her unsettled stomach, Hermione sat down on the stairs. Ron knelt in front of her so they were at eye-level. "Tell me."

"You lied to me."

"It would help if you could be a little more specific, Hermione." Hermione hit his arm instinctively.

"You lied to me that night when you took me out for a drink. You said we didn't do anything. You lied."

Ron's brow creased in confusion. "But-"

"I'm pregnant." With that, Hermione forced herself to turn around, scrambled up the stairs and ran into the bathroom, locking the door and falling against it, eyes closed and breath held. The truth was out there.

"You've been weird for days." ~ "Yeah, well you've been weird for years." - Neighbours.

A/N: Meh. Hey, guys, I could use some help. It's nothing big. I need a name for each "chapter" of this. While A Thousand Story Untold chapters are called Untold Stories, I really have no ideas for what I could call each "chapter" of this... I don't really like calling them chapters, because they're unrelated. Any ideas? I'll give you credit (:

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