Chapter 3:

Hermione P.O.V.

Telling Ron

I paced. Today was the day. I'm going to tell Ron.

What will he think of me? Will he think me a slut? Please…he still has to love me.

For Merlin's Sake! What am I thinking? Of course he'll still love me. He'll understand, right?

Then why is it so hard to think about telling him? I-

"Hermione?" Ron's worried voice came. It was Christmas, and Harry and I were at the Burrow. I checked my cell phone Mum and Dad gave me this year. I'd been in this bathroom for forty-two minutes, worrying about what Ron was going to think of me.

I composed myself. I brushed my hair, washed my hands, and splashed cold water on my face.

After drying, I walked out and grabbed Ron's hand. "There's something I need to tell you, Ron." I said, pulling him to his room and sitting on his bed.

He sat next to me and hugged me. I realized my eyes were already flowing with tears.

"R-Ron, I'm pre-pregnant."

Ron furrowed his brows together. "How Hermione? We haven't had sex yet."

"I-It's not yours…"

He took both my hands. "'Mione, tell me exactly what happened."

I took a deep breath.

*September 19th*

Ron and Harry were fighting. This time, I chose not to be a part of it, and went on to my Prefect duties like any other night. Ron stayed fighting with Harry, so I was on watch alone.

It was dark except for the light coming from the tip of my wand. Suddenly, someone knocked the wand out of my hand and pressed me against the wall. Before I could get a look of their face, the light from my wand faded.

"I hear it's your birthday, Hermione," The voice, familiar, whispered into my ear. My head was spinning, and I couldn't recognize who's it was.

"S-so!" I said. As hard as I was trying not to let it, my fear was showing.

His hand slid up my shirt. For some reason-a spell, of course!-I could not move to push his hand away, punch him, or knee him in the groin. I was trapped.

Tonight, this was the Gryffindor's floor to patrol. No other Prefects were down here, and Ron was in the Common Room, like I said. No one was here to help me.

He pushed me onto the floor, removing my clothes quickly, then his own. He went hard, so hard it hurt, even after he was finished.

I heard his footsteps retread. An hour had passed, I just know it. I then realized I could move, and, very shakily, I dressed myself and curled up into a ball, crying hard.***

Hard like I am now, into Ron's chest. He stroked my hair as I told him what happened. I pulled away, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Y-you're angry…" I muttered.

"No, I'm pissed, Hermione."

"I'm so sorry, Ron-"

"Not at you, Love. At the man who thought he could just hurt you and get away with it." He said, pulling me into another hug, and rubbing my back sympathetically. I closed my eyes, glad to have Ron. I love him with all my heart, and he loves me back. " I want to help you raise it." He told me. My eyes popped open instantly.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Hermione, I love you. You and your child. I want to bring this to the next step. I'll help you, and help raise your baby. However, I have one condition.

I watched Ron suspiciously. "What's the condition?" I asked.

"Well… I can't do it appropriately right now, but, Hermione…wait here." He grabbed his wand, and Apparated away.

I blinked. Did he just leave me?

PLEASE review. Oh, and Severa set up the poll! You may now vote on the gender of Hermione's baby! Sorry it took so long, lost my notebook and had to rewrite this chapter, which (I think) is completely different from the original. It's shorter, I know that!