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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you as ever to Mamacita my fabulous beta.
Werewolfhime — Well, I hate to disappoint you but Lucius is missing in action for a little while longer — but don’t worry he’ll be back soon. Anyway, the waiting will do you good ;) *LOL*
Voracious Reader — I think that Snape would appreciate Hermione’s cleverness if she just kept her mouth shut occasionally and wasn’t friends with Harry. As the boy wonders have deserted her he feels sympathy for her situation.
Heidi191976 — Thanks. Time for another little chat I think . . . .

Hermione wasn’t particularly surprised when Ron and Harry accosted her as she returned to the common room at the end of the school day. After all, Ron especially must have been smarting from Professor Snape’s comments during the Potions lesson that morning.
‘We need to talk,’ Harry said as she entered through the portrait hole.
‘I don’t see why,’ Hermione retorted coldly. ‘Neither of you have wanted to talk to me before now. Why the sudden change?’
She needed to go to the toilet and wasn’t in the mood for conversation.
‘We need to sort this,’ Ron said brusquely.
Hermione looked at him coolly. ‘As far as I was aware, Ronald, you had sorted it. Now you’ll have to excuse me, but I need to go.’
Ron went to take her arm to prevent her from leaving, but Harry saw the discomfort on her face and stopped him.
‘Will you come back down?’ Harry asked gently.
Hermione thought for a second. She hated not being friends with Ron and Harry, and if this would bring them anywhere near closer to talking, then she would take it. She nodded.
‘I’ll be back in about ten minutes. Perhaps we can go for a walk and chat?’
She raced off as quickly as her pregnant legs would carry her, hoping she would make it to the bathroom in time. She did — just.
Hermione remembered a conversation she’d had with Professor McGonagall shortly after she had informed her of her pregnancy. Her Head of House had suggested that she might need to be moved to a different room and she had fought against it, not wanting to anyone to wonder why she was moving.
But now it seemed she might have to reconsider. The stairs were becoming difficult, and she didn’t want to end up having an accident because she couldn’t move quickly enough. She made a mental note to discuss it with either Madam Pomfrey when she went for her next check-up or Professor McGonagall if she saw her first.
Hermione realised she was shaking. Was she really so scared about talking to Ron and Harry? They had been friends for so many years; why was she frightened? She knew the answer. Today was the turning point in their relationship. Either they would see reason and support her, or their friendship would be over forever.
It was a scary prospect, especially as in the case of the latter she would lose the huge extended family she had found in the Weasley’s. Trying to calm herself, Hermione slowly made her way back to the common room.
Ron and Harry were waiting for her. Ron looked truculent, Harry worried. They stood as she joined them.
‘Where shall we go?’ Harry asked.
‘Let’s go to the lake,’ Hermione said. ‘We can go and sit on the jetty. It’s a lovely day out there and I could do with some fresh air.’
Not speaking to each other, the three erstwhile friends left the common room and headed out of the castle. When they reached the jetty the three of them sat down, their legs dangling above the water just out of reach of the giant squid, who was performing some spectacular moves in the lake in front of them. Still, no one spoke. The silence was excruciating.
‘Does Snape know you’re pregnant?’ Ron suddenly asked, his voice belligerent.
Hermione sighed. ‘Of course he does, Ronald. I went to him for the pregnancy test.’
Ron blinked as if the answer had come as a complete shock. He looked unhappy.
‘And you told him I was the father?’ he continued.
‘Yes.’
‘But why, Hermione?’ Ron looked distressed now. ‘Why would you do that?’
Hermione glared at Ron. ‘Because you are the father, Ron, whether you want to admit it or not. We may have only done it once, but once was more than enough!’
Ron shook his head in exasperation. ‘But we didn’t do anything, Hermione. I just don’t know where you’re getting this idea from. You and I have never even kissed, not properly . . . let alone anything else.’
Hermione looked as if she was going to cry as her mind reeled. How could Ron keep saying this to her? How could he so blatantly lie?
Harry watched the arguing couple with interest. It was becoming clear to him that both of his friends were totally convinced they were correct, For some reason that wasn’t yet clear, Hermione was certain that Ron was the father of her baby, and yet Ron was equally sure that he wasn’t. It wasn’t possible that they were both right, so what the hell was going on?
‘Hang on, you two, time out,’ he said waving his hands in a stopping motion. ‘There’s something extremely odd going on here.’
Ron and Hermione stopped arguing and looked at him curiously, waiting for an explanation.
Harry took a deep breath, then pointed at Hermione. ‘Right. Hermione — I want you to tell us exactly why you think Ron is the father of your baby.’
He raised his hand to stop Ron as he opened his mouth to speak. ‘No, Ron, I don’t want you to interrupt. I want to hear Hermione’s version of events. You’ll get your turn in a minute.’
Ron folded his arms sulkily, a grumpy expression on his face, but didn’t say anything.
Hermione looked at Harry. ‘Ronald is the father of my baby because he was the one I had sex with,’ she stated as if it was obvious.
Ron opened his mouth to protest, but Harry stopped him with a look.
‘Carry on,’ he said to Hermione. ‘Explain what happened. Not the details — we don’t need to know that — but when and where.’
Hermione thought for a second then said, ‘Ron pulled me into an alcove one afternoon and started kissing me . . . .’
‘Oh, no, I didn’t,’ Ron retorted angrily.
Harry looked at him warningly.
‘I was surprised,’ Hermione admitted. ‘Because he’d never done anything like that before. I mean, I’d fancied him for years and I couldn’t even get him to ask me out, let alone do anything else.’ She blushed. She noticed Ron had coloured too at her confession.
‘But we were in this alcove and Professor Snape came along. We nearly got caught. Fortunately, a fight broke out down the corridor and we managed to get away, but it was close.
‘We arranged to meet that night at the Room of Requirement. I was to go there after dinner and Ron was going to give you some excuse and follow. When he arrived he told me that he had told you he was meeting a Ravenclaw.’
Harry looked at Hermione in confusion. He knew Ron had never said any such thing to him.
‘So we were there in the Room of Requirement and it was very romantic.’ Hermione blushed again. ‘And erotic too, I suppose. Anyway, after five years of wanting to be with Ron so desperately, I sort of gave in without much of a fight.’ She looked down at her swollen belly.
‘Obviously!’ she added ruefully.
Ron was looking at her carefully, a puzzled expression on his face.
‘But we had an argument and he really upset me.’ Even now she couldn’t bring herself to tell Harry what the argument had been about; she knew he would be terribly disappointed in Ron if she mentioned it. ‘So I left. I was a bit of state, I think. I’d got dressed really quickly and just ran as fast as I could back to Gryffindor tower. I just wanted to get away from him and get into a shower. I needed to get his smell off me.’
Hermione let out a sob as she recalled the pain from that night and just how hard she had tried to rid herself of the smell of Ron.
Harry was beginning to get something. He had a feeling he knew the night she was talking about. As he held Hermione, comforting her while she sobbed into his shoulder, he did a quick mental calculation.
‘I think I remember that night,’ he said. He looked at Ron. ‘I expect you remember it, too?’
Ron was about to say no when suddenly he did remember: the night he and Harry had left Hermione in the Library while they had played chess. She had been a complete mess when she had come back to the common room.
‘The night we played chess!’ he announced. Harry nodded.
Hermione’s tears had stopped and she looked at the boys in confusion. ‘Chess?’
They both nodded.
‘You went off to the Library,’ Harry said. ‘We were still eating. We meant to come and get you but Ron challenged me to a game of chess, so we headed back to the common room to play. Of course, time got away from us and we forgot to go and find you. We saw you come back to the common room that night. You were a real mess, Hermione. But we didn’t get a chance to ask you what was wrong because you just dashed upstairs. I don’t think you even noticed we were there.’
Hermione was shaking her head in denial. That couldn’t be right. She had been with Ron in the Room of Requirement. He couldn’t have been playing chess with Harry. Anyway, he had apologised to her the following day.
‘No. That can’t be right,’ she asserted.
‘Yes, it is,’ Harry assured her calmly. Ron agreed with Harry.
‘I don’t know why you’re saying that,’ Hermione cried out in distress. ‘Why are you lying like this?’
Both boys looked mortified at the comment.
‘We’re not lying, Hermione,’ Harry assured her.
Hermione turned to Ron. ‘But you apologised. The day after, you apologised to me for what you’d done. After lunch — you came after me.’
Ron nodded. ‘I apologised to you for leaving you in the Library, for forgetting about you,’ he said. ‘I thought that was the reason you were angry with me. I mean, I know you said that stuff about me loving you, but to be honest I thought you were just a bit — well, you know — time-of-the-month-ish. I mean, you do get a bit mental sometimes. And of course I do love you—’ he blushed deeply— ‘as a friend, I mean,’ he added quickly.
Hermione stared at him in horror. Was it true? She thought back to their conversation and realised it was. Ron had never mentioned anything specifically about the time they had spent together and she had just interpreted his words to suit the situation. He could quite possibly have been apologising in the way he said he had. And Harry believed him. Harry was his alibi. But then what did that mean?
She gasped and put her hand to her mouth, shaking suddenly. The boys seemed to grasp the significance at the same time.
‘But then — who was it?’ Hermione asked with dread. She looked at her belly once again. If the baby wasn’t Ron’s, whose was it?
Harry and Ron both looked concerned. It appeared that Hermione had been very badly taken advantage of and neither of them had been able to protect her. Both of them suddenly felt guilty without quite knowing why.
‘But why would you be so sure it was Ron?’ Harry mused.
‘Because it was,’ Hermione stated flatly. ‘Honestly, I’m telling you it was definitely Ronald.’
The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes as they considered the implication of what they had discovered. Then Hermione groaned.
‘Oh no!’ she sounded disconsolate.
The boys looked at her worriedly. ‘What’s the matter?’ Ron asked gently.
‘It was Polyjuice potion,’ Hermione said quietly, tears running down her face again.
‘What?’ Harry was stunned.
‘Polyjuice potion. It’s the only explanation. No one could have charmed me into believing it was Ron, but with Polyjuice potion, they would be Ron. For as long as the potion lasted, anyway.’
The boys nodded their agreement. They remembered their stints as Crabbe and Goyle back in the second year when they were trying to find out if Draco Malfoy was the Heir of Slytherin. And, of course, Harry couldn’t forget Barty Crouch Junior. He had nearly died at Voldemort’s hands because of him.
‘But that means it could be anyone,’ Ron said miserably, moving closer to Hermione and wrapping his arms around her. ‘Oh Hermione, I’m so sorry. I should have known you weren’t just being mad.’
Hermione sniffed. ‘You couldn’t have known I wasn’t Ron, from your viewpoint.’
She gasped again, her clever brain making still more connections.
‘That would explain it,’ she said with a frown.
‘Explain what?’ Harry asked.
Hermione pulled out of Ron’s grasp.
‘The reason we argued. The reason I left in such a hurry. The reason I was so desperate to get into the shower and wash away the memories—’
The boys looked at her expectantly.
‘He called me a Mudblood!’
‘And you thought that was me?’ Ron shouted angrily, he was red in the face again. ‘After all those slugs — you thought I would call you something like that?’
‘You know Ron would never call you that name,’ Harry said. But now he understood why Hermione had been in such a state that night. She must have been distraught.
‘You don’t understand, Ron,’ Hermione said quickly, trying to calm the angry boy. ‘We’d just —well, I’d just given you my virginity. Well, obviously not you — but I thought it was you, and everything was fantastic. I was on top of the world. And then he called me . . . that . . . that name and everything came crashing down. I couldn’t have known it wasn’t you, and the horror of you saying something like that to me was too much to bear. I couldn’t believe you’d said it, knowing how you’d always been, but you had . . . and all I could think was that you’d lied to me all these years.’ She looked at Ron sadly.
‘When you apologised the next day I thought you were apologising for that, and then you said it should never have happened and I thought you meant the whole thing. That just confirmed to me that you’d said it. I’m sorry.’
Ron looked at her for a moment then reached out and stroked her hand. ‘I can see how it would seem that way,’ he admitted gruffly. ‘I just wish I knew who the bastard was. I’ll kill ‘em when I get hold of them.’
‘It was a Slytherin,’ Harry said.
Hermione and Ron looked at him in surprise.
‘No one else uses that term,’ he said reasonably.
Hermione nodded. ‘That’s true. It’s only the Slytherins who think like that.’
Ron looked furious. ‘Malfoy!’ He exclaimed. ‘He’s the one who’s always called you that revolting name, Hermione. I bet he’s fancied you like mad for years and knew you wouldn’t even touch him with a bargepole. So he pretended to be me.’ He looked disgusted.
Hermione shook her head slowly, frowning. ‘No, it’s not Malfoy. If it had been him he wouldn’t have been able to resist taunting me about it by now. It has to be someone else. But I don’t know who.’
‘But I don’t understand how you got pregnant,’ Harry said.
Hermione sighed. ‘Because I was bloody stupid, is how. I was so wrapped up in finally being with Ron that I didn’t think about contraception at the time. I mean, I never meant it to go that far, but it felt so good.’ She blushed. ‘Anyway, afterwards I was so upset about the name-calling and our argument—’ she looked at Ron— ‘that I completely forgot about performing the charm. And then I didn’t want to admit I might be pregnant, so I left it and left it. When I finally went to see Professor Snape I was already more than three months gone.’
‘But why did you go to see Snape?’ Harry asked his voice a mixture of confusion and disgust.
Hermione shrugged. ‘There were only two choices, Professor Snape or Madam Pomfrey, and I couldn’t face the lecture and the sense of disappointment I would have got from her. Snape already hates us, so his scorn wasn’t going to be anything new.’
‘And you told him I was the father,’ Ron said flatly.
‘No, I just confirmed his suspicions. He was well aware that if I was going to have sex with anyone it would be one of you two. And of course, I thought it was you. I’m so sorry, Ron.’
Ron gave her a small smile and squeezed her hand.
‘But now you’re stuck with a baby that isn’t mine,’ he said sympathetically.
Hermione nodded. ‘But I would have been anyway. I don’t believe in abortion. I guess it’s no different than being raped,’ she said bleakly. She shivered.
Ron looked grim. ‘When I find out who did this to you . . . .’
‘Ronald, I don’t think we’re ever going to find out,’ Hermione said gently. ‘Whoever it was is very clever, and as they’ve kept quiet this long there’s no reason to suspect they won’t carry on.’
‘But perhaps they don’t know you’re pregnant,’ Harry pointed out. ‘Perhaps once they find out they’ll come forward.’
Hermione laughed abruptly. ‘I don’t think so. After all, they consider me a Mudblood. I suppose they might try to kill the baby. But they’ll more likely just ignore it and pretend it’s nothing to do with them. After all, a Pure-blood supremacist is hardly going to be happy about having a Half-blood child.’
She looked at her friends. ‘I’m so sorry about everything that’s happened,’ she said sincerely.
The boys both took it in turns to hug her.
‘So are we,’ Ron said, his voice gruff.
Hermione stood up with difficulty. ‘Sorry, I need to get back. Toilet time again, I’m afraid.’ She looked rueful. ‘This is going to become a regular occurrence. In fact, we may need to plan where we go from now on with toilets in mind.’ She gave a small chuckle.
The boys jumped up to join her and the three of them headed back to the castle.
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