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Oops	By : Yonne91 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 105757 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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“So, that's all for tonight, keep practising and I'll see you all next week,” Harry dismissed the group before him. The members of Dumbledore's army- named despite Dumbledore's not knowing about it's existence- began to divide up and leave much like the end of any other class. Groups of friends chatting about their day's exercise with buzzing excitement. The numbers had grown since his last count. He was even surprised to see Ron had shown up, though the red-haired boy still did not speak to him or Hermione. A fact that had not gone unnoticed by his curly haired girlfriend whom had started crying. Which, much to Hermione's embarrassment, had saw to a bought of accidental magic turning her skin bright, glowing yellow. Needless to say, she sat out of tonight's lesson in favour of trying to change herself back to normal.

Stupid Ron... of course, Hermione's hormones were not helping any. They seemed to be getting worse as the days wore on. It was driving him mad trying to keep up with the instantaneous change from happy, to sad, to angry, to horny. Not that he was complaining about the last one. He tried to keep the cheeky smile off his face as he glanced over at Hermione. Though her skin was no longer yellow, she still slightly glowed. Or maybe it was that pregnancy glow the book mentioned. She was currently talking with Ginny Weasley. To Harry's dismay, both girls seemed to be on edge about whatever they were talking about.

Just then, Harry was flanked on both sides by identical twins Fred and George Weasley. “Got a present for you, Harry,” one brother said in a low tone so only the three of them could hear. He felt the other brother slip something into his robe pocket.

“Let me guess, more Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes adult product?” Harry sighed with an hot blush. “I think Hermione's told you guys off enough times about having us test out your products.”

“She has...” By now Harry knew it was Fred on his left.

“but we're still hopeful,” said George on the right.

“Besides, this one's more purpose than pleasure.”

“Huh?” Harry glanced between the matching smirking faces.

“Well, you see, we got to thinking...”

“Sex is fun and all, but babies aren't.”

“Unless, of course, you happen to like them. Then all for it.”

“Right you are, George. So, the point is, we've been working on a new line...”

“Temporary infertility potions made into aphrodisiac candy, mostly...”

“But then we discovered something interesting the muggles use to keep from baby making...”

“And made a wizards' equivalent...”

“The Wizard's Wand Wrapper,” they finished in unison. Very subtly, they held out a couple of different coloured packets in the palms of their hands.

“Comes in seven different flavours...”

“Each with a different texture to please the ladies...”

“Forms to fit like a natural second skin...”

“And doesn't take away from the feel of a woman...”

“Best of all...”

“They don't break or accidentally slide off like the muggle ones, guarantee,” they once again ended in unison.

Harry looked at the packets absolutely gob-smacked. “You guys... made wizard condoms?” he said slowly. He could not believe it... where were these two months ago when he needed them?!

“Better than the muggle ones, mate,” Fred smirked.

“Way better,” George agreed.

“How would you know?” Harry regretted asking the moment the words slipped from his mouth. The twins exchanged a look and then turned back to Harry.

“You're not the only one that gets laid around here,” they answered together carelessly.

“There's us,” George started.

“Lee...”

“All the boys and plenty of girls in seventh year...”

“And most of the sixth...”

“Including the Claws and Puffs.”

“Don't know about the Snakes, though.”

“Don't fancy asking them about their sex lives...”

“Alright guys, I get it,” Harry cut-in.

“Just saying,” they shrugged.

“So, anyway, we know you and Hermione have told us you don't want to try out our stuff...”

“But we figured the two of you would want these babies before you ended up with the other kind.”

“Unless we're too late,” though it was clear Fred was only teasing with the last line, Harry groaned on the inside. He wondered what they would say if he told them he had already knocked her up on the first try.

Just when it seemed they were going to humiliate him further, Hermione came to the rescue. She seemed to miss- or at least ignore- the twins suddenly shoving their hands into their pockets. “Come on, boys, we need to get back before curfew in ten minutes,” she said.

“Now when you say that, do you really mean before curfew...”

“Or before it's too late for you little bunnies to sneak out for a good romp?” The twins snickered.

“Honestly you two,” Hermione growled through her blush. The threat to her tone was lost to the giant grins on the twins faces.

“Notice she didn't deny the second one?”

“Yes I did, brother. Blimy, I think our book worm is turning into a sex addict.”

“What's your secret Harry?”

“Yes do tell exactly what you did...”

“Don't worry about skipping over dirty details either.” The brothers laughed when their bantering gained the desired beat root blushes from Harry and Hermione. They- unlike Harry- had missed the subtle fire in Hermione's eyes. Immediately recognizing danger, Harry backed up out from between the twins just as Hermione let loose her wrath on the pair. She began swinging her bag about to smack them both. Lucky she only had her library books in the bag. Unfortunately, this was Hermione, so that was still a fair few books.

“Ow! Blimy, Hermione!”

“Take it easy! We were only joking,” The twins shouted as they made a break for the door.

“Forget bed bunny, she more a tigress,” Fred could not help one more dig when they were a safe distance from Hermione's swinging bag. They laughed until a dangerous red hex whizzed between them. They rushed out the door leaving the pair completely alone.

Hermione whipped around to stare Harry down. He could not help but gulp a little at the cold, hard rage honing in on him. “How could you let them talk to us like that?! Don't tell me you actually tell them what happens between us when I'm not around!”

“No, of course not,” Harry raised his hands in surrender. “I've never told anyone, honest!”

She seemed to calm some with his words, but then the fire was burning again in seconds. With it, the glow to her skin was heating up too. “I can't believe they act like this is all just a joke! Like our sex lives are just some form of entertainment to them. Of course it's funny to them. Their not going to be parents in seven months.”

“Would you really want Fred and George to have kids?” Harry tread softly. She paused a moment. Her eyes softened, the glow receded, and a gentle smile crossed her lips. Well, that was the good side to her hormones... just as easy to cheer her up as it is to make her angry.

“No, I suppose not,” she sighed. Seeing Hermione suddenly looking completely drain, Harry quickly imaged a comfortable couch like the one in Gryffindor tower. At once, the room provided them with the plushy seating. He smiled wearily at her, and made a motion offering her to take a seat. She smiled gratefully, and settled down. He sat beside her, and wrapped his arms around her in a supportive hug.

He waited without asking why she was actually upset. He knew she understood he was not the best talker. They sat in quiet waiting for her to gain her composure enough to talk again. “I should invent a spell that makes it men become pregnant instead,” she sighed. Her tone was half joking, half serious.

“Er... is this because Fred and George... or the mood swings?” he asked tensely.

“A bit of both, among other things,” she shrugged.

He nodded sympathetically. Moving one arm to embrace her middle from the front, he used his free hand to start making soothing circular motions over her lower back. “Is your back hurting again?”

She gave a pleased moan, “It was until now.” Harry smirked proudly, and continued to rub along her spine. “I can't believe I feel this many aches and I'm not even showing yet,” she continued.

“Where else does it hurt?” he asked.

“Mostly just my back... and chest,” she muttered with a blush. Unable to help himself, he glanced down at her cleavage. Though he had quiet enjoyed her breasts before, he found the subtle growth and increasing firmness was rather sexy. It made up for Hermione taking him with her for new bra shopping; with him hidden under his cloak, of course. Realizing now was not the time to be eyeing Hermione's breasts, Harry reverted his eyes back to her face.

“I saw that, you prat,” she teased with a playful smack to his arm.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. It was clear he was not sorry, though.

Hermione sighed. “Umbridge has been asking about us,” she finally admitted. “About... our relationship. She's asked everyone in our year so far. Even the Slytherins.”

“Do you think she knows?” Harry asked. The sudden protective nature was not hidden in his voice.

“Not about the baby, but she might know that we've been... intimate. If she knows that, though, it's only a matter of time until she figures it out.”

“So what do you think we should do?”

Hermione was chewing her lip, “I think... we need to finally come clean with Professor Dumbledore. Even though I'll be expelled, he's not going to take it to the Prophet like Umbridge will.”

“Let's wait a little longer,” he said. Perhaps it was his Gryffindor spirit, but he refused to give up so soon without a fight.

“Harry...”

“Here me out. It's only a couple more weeks until Christmas... If Umbridge is going to tell everyone about us, she'll do it tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow?”

“Because it's Halloween. Something always happens on Halloween.”

“That's true, but Harry... I don't know how long we can hide this. My skirt waistband is already starting to get tight. How long before I'm showing? The longer we wait, the more likely someone we don't want to will find out will. I really think it's time we face the consequences and hope Professor Dumbledore can help us.” Harry could only nod. Subconsciously the arm around Hermione's middle moved to rest his hand over her abdomen. He knew they would not be able to hide forever; especially since Hermione would be due the beginning of June. Still, he had hoped they could keep things quiet until Christmas like they had planned. Now it looked like Umbridge was forcing Harry's hand once more.

“Tomorrow night then,” Hermione finished. Her hand settled over Harry's as she looked ready to cry. “After the feast, we'll tell Professor Dumbledore.”

The hand that had been rubbing Hermione's back wrapped around her shoulders to pull her into a hug. Harry settled his face into the crook of her shoulder just taking in her scent. Her thick locks hiding the hurt in his features. Hermione settled her head against his, and began to sob. Failure. Hermione's worst fear, and yet she was going to have to face it because of one night's stupidity. Harry felt like a jerk right then. That night in Grimmauld had been his fault. Her becoming pregnant was his fault. He ruined her life, and had not even reminded her there was one more option. The one he dreaded above all others because that would destroy the dream he had recently come to realize. Yet as he listen to Hermione's soft sobs, he knew he had to give her his blessing to terminate the pregnancy. She probably would have by now if he had not mentioned how happy he was to have a family.

“Hermione,” he chocked. He held her tighter unable to look into her face. His heart was crumbling to the point it took every piece of courage he had to carry on.

“Hm?” Her hand squeezed his.

“Maybe... you should... should get an...”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence,” she seethed. Harry went quiet as he lifted his head. Hermione lifted her own to look into Harry's eyes. Though her brown eyes still shone with tears, rage burned in them just below the surface. “This is our baby, Harry, whether we're ready for it or not. I am not going to be selfish and take the easy way out. This isn't about me, or you, or us... it's about her. We were stupid. That's not her fault. I will not punish our little girl for what we have done.”

A mountain worth of pride and joy swelled in Harry. There was a reason he loved this woman, and she never disappointed. With that spark of light gave him some amount of joy in this dreary situation, Harry could not help but kiss her. It was short lived since Hermione was clearly peeved with him enough to not return the kiss. Still, he smiled as he gazed into her eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered. Finally the fire- and thankfully the glow as well- extinguished from Hermione. She looked about ready to cry again, but leaned in to kiss him regardless. They settled forehead to forehead just enjoying each others' company. Feeling as though he could take on the world, words began to tumble from Harry's mouth.

“Hermione... I... er... I think I... I...” Okay, so he was not feeling as brave as he had a moment before. When he opened his eyes he discovered Hermione's eye were bright with hope.

“Yes Harry?” she gently encouraged.

Oh boy, here it goes... “I think I l-love... you.” There. Her said it. After the past couple of weeks fighting with himself, he finally told her. Now, not even the sun was as bright as the smile on Hermione's face.

“Do you really mean that?” she squeaked. Harry nodded with an awkward smile. Her hands shot up to hold each side of his face as she gave him one hell of a snog. He hugged her and returned the kiss with equal passion. Just when things started to heat up, Hermione pulled away.

“I love you too,” she said breathless. Harry could only grin before diving into another hot snogging session. Both teens put every bit of emotion they had within them in that one kiss. Harry's hand instinctively roamed up into Hermione's top. His fingers grazed her bra, and then rose up to fully cup her covered breast.

Suddenly, the couch was zooming across the room to the open door. The pair landed with an 'ouff' when the couch tipped and dumped them into the hallway. In the same moment, Harry's invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map was tossed out with them. The door gave an angry slam, and all they could do was look on confused as it vanished.

“What was that?” Harry asked. Hermione on the other hand had gone straight for the Map to check for any teachers or prefects.

“Shh...” she whispered. “Probably a spell like the one on the staircase to the girls' dorm to keep students from doing things they shouldn't. That explains why the room didn't let us in when we were in need of a secret place to... well, you know.”

“Right. To the shack then?”

“Actually, we should probably head to our beds.” At Harry's put out look Hermione added apologetically, “I'm sorry, Love. It's been a long day.” She gave his a small kiss. “I promise we will before we go to talk to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow, though.”

“Alright,” Harry grumbled. He gathered his cloak and threw it over the two of them. Just before they left for their dorm, he spare the, now blank, wall a menacing glare. Bloody cock block.

~HPHG~

A/N: this chapter was by no means an attack on pro-choice or to encourage pro-life. I'm just making a statement of why they did not get an abortion for the sake of the story. So please, no argumentative or crude reviews about Pro-choice vs Pro-life.

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