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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Yep, as usual, big thanks are due to Mamacita, the best beta a girl could ever have.
Voracious Reader — Blimey, that was quick. Were you waiting for the chapter to be posted? I think Lucius has gone too far to stop now. Remember he’s in love. As for Narcissa, well . . . I do like the idea of the nasty shopping accident! *LOL*
Avanell — Thanks for the review and welcome. That’s a good question how is she going to find out?
Byrony — Yes, very typical Malfoy.
Werewolfhime — Ron being noble? Well, yes he DOES have a tendency to be at times like this, doesn’t he? Hmmm, wonder what Lucius would do then?
Meankitty69 — Well, of course, next up is talking to Ron. And somehow I don’t think that’s going to go all that well!
Xineweber — Well, yes it could — and Ron is so chivalrous isn’t he?
Heidi191976 — Hmm, so time to talk to Ron then . . . .

Regardless of how upset she was over her break up with Simon, Hermione knew she still had to talk to Ron. For a moment, she had envisioned her and Simon as a happy couple with a baby, but whatever he said now, she couldn’t be sure he would want to stick around when the time came for the baby to be born and of course, there was still that little problem of Ron being the father.
Hermione joined her friends in the Great Hall for dinner although she wasn’t really hungry. She was feeling too sick to eat. But this time the sickness was from the stress she was under not the pregnancy.
She glanced over at the staff table and noticed Professor Snape looking at her, his expression curiously neutral. He was obviously worried about her, then, otherwise he would have been wearing his usual scowl. She tried to smile to show that she was all right, but it felt fake so she gave up and started to load her plate with food that she probably wouldn’t eat.
‘Are you okay, Hermione?’ asked Ron, his mouth full of food.
She nodded distastefully. He looked embarrassed and shut up.
‘You still don’t look very well,’ Harry told her, looking worried.
‘I’ve still got a bit of a headache,’ Hermione said, ‘and I feel a bit sick. I was hoping food would help . . . but it isn’t.’
‘Perhaps you need to see Madam Pomfrey,’ Ron supplied helpfully. ‘We can take you over there after dinner.’
‘We’ve got Quidditch practice after dinner,’ Harry said, looking slightly embarrassed. ‘But I’m sure we’ll have time to take you to the Hospital Wing first.’
Hermione was just about to protest that she didn’t need to go to the Hospital Wing when a voice piped up. ‘Who needs to go to the Hospital Wing? Who’s sick?’
Ginny stopped next to Harry and leant down to give him a brief kiss.
‘Are you ill, Hermione?’ she continued, looking worriedly at her friend.
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, the boys are over-reacting as usual. I’ve just got a headache and feel a bit sick, that’s all.’
Ginny looked knowingly at Hermione. ‘Time of the month, I expect,’ she said with a grin. ‘I get like that too. Don’t think you need to be incarcerated for it, though, do you?’ She winked.
‘We do have Quidditch practice tonight, don’t we?’ she added as an afterthought.
Harry nodded. ‘Right after we take Hermione to Madam Pomfrey.’
Ginny and Hermione both sighed and looked at each other.
‘I thought we had established that Hermione isn’t going to die and has no need to see the nurse,’ Ginny said tartly.
‘Really,’ urged Hermione, ‘I’m completely fine.’
But both boys still looked unhappy.
‘Look, I’ll tell you what,’ Hermione said. ‘Ron can take me to the Hospital Wing and then join you at the Quidditch pitch. I don’t really need the whole Gryffindor team coming with me to see the nurse.’ She gave a small smile.
The boys reluctantly agreed. Hermione looked at her plate. She didn’t want any more food.
‘Are you ready?’ she asked Ron. He looked longingly at the toffee cake on the table in front of him, but after taking a large mouthful of the crumble and custard he already had in his bowl, he nodded.
Standing, the two of them made their way out of the Great Hall, neither aware that they had two sets of eyes on them: Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy.

They set off down the corridor towards the stairs but Hermione pulled Ron to a stop.
‘Ronald, I really don’t need to see the nurse. Seriously, I’m fine. But I do need to talk to you.’
Ron looked at her worriedly. ‘What’s the matter. Hermione?’
She decided the easiest way was just to be blunt.
‘I’m pregnant.’
Ron stared at her in astonishment. Hermione was pregnant? He hadn’t even realised she had got a boyfriend. Well, that would explain all her mysterious absences and funny mood swings, he supposed.
‘Have you told him?’ he asked.
‘Told who?’ Hermione was confused.
‘Your boyfriend, whoever it is.’ He looked annoyed. ‘Gods, Hermione, it’s not Malfoy, is it?’
Hermione gaped back in shock. ‘No! It’s not Malfoy, as you very well know, Ronald Weasley. It’s you.’
Ron just stared at her open-mouthed. Gods, the girl really had gone mental. Him? He had never even laid a finger on her. Oh, he had comforted her when she was upset and such-like, but he had never been able to bring himself to actually ask her out, worried that she would think him too stupid or too oafish. And now here she was telling him that he was the father of her baby. But how could that be?
‘I’m sorry, Hermione, but that’s not possible,’ he began, shaking his head.
Hermione turned on him in fury. ‘Yes, I should have expected that from you, Ronald, after the way you treated me that night. You really did mean what you said, didn’t you?’
She burst into tears and strode away down the corridor, leaving Ron looking after her in total bewilderment. What night? What was Hermione talking about? She had obviously gone completely mad. Assuming she really was pregnant, what on earth had happened to her to make her think he was the father? Well, whatever it was, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. And he definitely didn’t want anything to do with any baby.
Putting Hermione firmly out of his mind, Ron ran all the way down to the Quidditch pitch feeling confused and upset.

Hermione kept to her room for the rest of the evening, not wanting to face her friends and especially not wanting to see Ron. She had worked hard to resist going looking for Simon, too. After all, she had split up with him and it wasn’t fair of her to keep running back to him with every little crisis, regardless of what he had said about always being her friend.
Once again a night of fitful sleep, in which both Ron and Simon featured heavily, left Hermione tired and fretful. She really wanted to miss breakfast but knew she couldn’t do so. She had to eat so her baby could grow.
After her now regular bout of morning sickness, she finally made herself go downstairs and join her friends at the Gryffindor table, mumbling a quiet good morning to them all but completely ignoring Ron, who was, apparently, ignoring her too by actually reading a book for probably the first time in his life. The one time he did happen to look her way he scowled deeply before picking up his book again.
Hermione looked briefly at the staff table, noting that once again Professor Snape appeared to be watching her. Well, she wasn’t going to pretend to be all right today. She turned away and poured herself a cup of tea.
‘How are you feeling, Hermione?’ Harry asked carefully.
‘Tired,’ Hermione replied irritably. ‘I don’t seem to be sleeping very well at the moment.’
She heard Ron give a snort and she turned to glare at him before returning to loading her plate with bacon and eggs.
‘What did Madam Pomfrey say?’ Harry persisted. He was aware that she and Ron had managed to have another row, although he had no idea what it was about. Ron had been in a very strange mood when he finally arrived for Quidditch practice but refused to talk about it. And then this morning he was reading — yes, Ron actually reading — so he could ignore Hermione. Whatever had happened between them was obviously serious.
‘I didn’t go to see her,’ Hermione replied off-handedly. ‘I told you there’s nothing wrong with me.’
Ron gave another, louder snort at that. Harry thought that had Hermione been in his place at the table she would have turned around and thumped him.
Eyes cold as steel, she gazed at Ron. ‘Something to say, Ronald?’
Ron just looked at her.
‘No, I thought not.’ Her voice dripped with venom. ‘You always were a coward.’
Ginny opened her mouth to say something in her brother’s defence but Harry stopped her. This fight was between his friends and had been brewing for months. They really needed to get it out of their systems.
Ron’s face went bright red and he looked as if he was having trouble containing his anger. He shot Hermione a filthy look.
‘At least I’m not completely mental,’ he bit back. ‘I know the difference between reality and fantasy.’
Hermione’s gaze narrowed. ‘So do I,’ she hissed. ‘But unlike some people, I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. And I don’t lie.’
With that, she stood up and rushed out of the Great Hall before the tears could start and before Ron could retaliate again.
Harry looked at Ron in confusion. ‘What was all that about?’ he asked.
Ron shrugged. ‘She’s bloody mental, that’s what. Talking a right load of old rubbish. We’re better off without her, Harry.’
But Harry noticed the way Ron’s ears turned red, the way they always did when he lied.
‘I’d better go and see if she’s okay,’ Harry muttered, getting to his feet. ‘I’ll see you in Astronomy.’ He gave Ginny a kiss then headed out of the door after Hermione. He could hear Ginny and Neville asking Ron what had happened, but Ron was once again refusing to talk.

Hermione sat on the jetty, throwing stones into the water as she cried. Ron was turning out more and more to be someone she didn’t know, and that hurt more than anything else.
Of course, her news yesterday had probably been a bit of a shock, but she hadn’t expected him to flat-out deny ever having had anything to do with her. In public maybe, but not when they were in private. Fine — if that was the way he wanted it, then she would no longer be a friend of his. And now her baby had no father. After all, she didn’t want her child to be associated with an arsehole like Ronald Weasley. She sighed and chucked another stone into the water.
‘Can I join you?’
It was Harry, looking worried. Hermione nodded glumly. Harry sat down next to her.
‘What’s going on, Hermione?’
Hermione tried to blink away the latest tears but didn’t succeed.
‘Please talk to me,’ Harry begged. ‘I know something is very wrong between you and Ron, but I don’t understand what. Perhaps if you tell me about it, I can help.’
‘You can’t.’ Hermione’s voice was bleak. ‘Really, Harry, there’s nothing you can do.’
‘Try me,’ Harry persisted. ‘I don’t know what’s going on between you and Ron, but whatever it is it’s been building up for months. Surely you don’t want to lose seven years of friendship over a stupid argument, do you?’
Hermione glared at Harry. ‘Go tell that to your friend Ronald,’ she said miserably.
Harry shook his head. ‘I don’t want to talk to him at the moment,’ he said firmly. ‘I want to talk to you. And I want to know what the problem is.’ He studied her keenly.
Hermione almost laughed. Harry wanted to know, did he? Fine, then Harry would know — and let’s see what he did with the information.
‘Okay, you wanted to know. So here it is: I’m pregnant!’ Hermione stared at Harry, daring him to say something.
Harry looked stunned. ‘Pregnant?’ he replied.
‘Yes. You know — going to have a baby.’ Her voice was sarcastic.
‘But . . . .’ Harry stopped his mind whirring. Then, ‘But who’s the father?’
Hermione looked at him with flinty eyes as she replied, ‘I suggest you ask Ronald that!’
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