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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: To my beta Mamacita a big thank you for your help in taming my punctuation etc.
Heidi191976 — You don’t really think Lucius would stop now do you? He hasn’t got anywhere near what he wants yet.
Voracious Reader — Well, you’re certainly asking all the same questions as my beta. It’s good that the details pop into your head. It shows you’re taking an interest in the story. I think Lucius is beginning to realise that he’s likely to get further with Hermione if he does things on her terms and frustrated as he is he’s aware that this is his last chance so he daren’t do anything that would mess it up. If you remember he went for her fantasy in the Room of Requirement because he knew it would work better, although he didn’t have to try so hard then because she already had strong feelings for Ron.
Elphaba — Yep, I think you might be right.
Byrony — Well thank you for the compliment. I’ve always aspired to being Slytherin but alas I am Gryffindor through and through. Lucius is a pretty slippery character though and he is the ultimate Slytherin so he’s always got a plan for every occasion.
Werewolfhime — Why do I get the impression you’re fully on Lucius’ side here *grins*. Hermione might not want to be with Lucius but she’s happy with Simon and that’ll just have to be enough to be going on with.

Hermione knew she had to do something. However much she wanted to ignore the situation, she really couldn't any longer. At first, she had told herself it was just her irregular periods. Then it was because she was anxious about it. But now that a third month had passed she couldn't excuse it any longer.
Of course, if she had been at home she could have nipped to the chemist and bought a testing kit. Just a few minutes and the waiting would have been over. But she couldn't get out of school and she wasn’t sure how the testing was done in the Wizarding world. Did they have kits like Muggles, or would she have to visit a Healer?
She knew that in her situation she had only two choices, and neither was very appealing. However, she had buried her head in the sand long enough on this issue, so she had to sort it out. After all, it wasn’t fair to Simon if she was pregnant, and if she was she would have to tell Ron and see if there was any vague chance he would be interested in being a father.
Hermione hadn't actually given much thought about what she would do if a test was positive. Could she have a baby? Would she be able to look after it? And what about her education? Okay, she would just about have left school by the time it was born but she had expected to go on to University and she would hardly be able to do that with a child to care for.
Perhaps her parents . . . but then, of course, what would her parents think? Would they be disappointed in her, think her stupid for what she had done? And what if Ron didn’t want anything to do with her? Would she keep the baby? Would she tell the Weasleys? She knew they would probably make her welcome, but at what cost to her friendship with Ron? But could she make it on her own with a child?
No wonder she hadn’t wanted to think about the possibility with so many questions to answer. But now she had to know one way or another. So her choices were these: go and see Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing and confide in her, gaining a stern lecture into the bargain on the inherent impracticality of sex between students and her lack of judgement or take her life in her hands and go see Professor Snape. He was sure to be just as disapproving, but at least she wasn’t likely to get a lecture from him, just a sarcastic remark and the odd snide comment in class. What a choice!
Making her decision, Hermione quickly donned her robe and left her room. Now that she had made her mind up she just wanted to get it over and done with as quickly as possible. She raced down the stairs, hoping to get out without anyone seeing her, but had no such luck; Harry and Ron were both in the common room and had obviously been waiting for her.
‘Where are you going, Hermione?’ Ron asked accusingly.
Hermione lied. ‘Oh, I was just going to pop down to the Library.’
‘You almost live in the Library these days,’ Harry said.
Ron looked at her shrewdly. ‘You never seem to have any time for us these days, ‘Hermione. What are you up to?’
‘I’m not up to anything, Ronald, just the usual studying.’
‘Really? So why weren’t you in the Library when we looked for you there yesterday, then?’ Ron’s voice was just slightly petulant. ‘Where were you?’
Hermione thought fast. She hadn't been in the Library because she had been in the boathouse with Simon, but she couldn't tell her friends that.
‘You must have just missed me,’ she said quickly. ‘I had a bit of a headache so I went for a walk around the lake to clear my head.’
‘You weren’t in the Library at all,’ Harry told her, his voice accusing.
Hermione’s heart sank.
‘The Patil twins were in there and they had been there since lunchtime. They told us you hadn’t been in at all,’ Ron said angrily. ‘Why are you lying to us, Hermione? I thought we were your friends.’
Hermione’s face had paled until it was almost waxy.
‘You are my friends!’ she asserted. ‘The Patils must not have spotted me. I was there, I was in the Restricted Section, but as I said I left because I had a headache. And I’ve got a headache now.’
‘You don't look very well,’ Harry admitted.
‘That’s why I was rushing. I was going to see if I could get something for it before I throw up. I just didn’t want to worry you both.’ Hermione hated lying again but couldn’t think of anything else to say. ‘Look, I’ll get sorted and then come back, spend the evening with the two of you as long as you’re not going to bore me with wizard’s chess.’ She shot the boys a quick smile. ‘Okay?’
Ron still looked a bit annoyed but he nodded in assent. Harry beamed at her, glad that another argument wasn’t on the cards. ‘No wizard’s chess,’ he promised.
Breathing a small sigh of relief, Hermione headed for the portrait hole.

‘Professor, I need to talk to you.’ Hermione’s voice was small as she walked into Professor Snape’s office, having knocked there a few seconds earlier.
Snape looked at her in surprise. ‘What is it, Miss Granger? If it’s about homework I’m sure you’ve completed it perfectly and with more than sufficient depth — you always do,’ he said his voice full of sarcastic malice.
‘No, it . . . it isn't about that, sir,’ Hermione stammered. She was so nervous she was shaking. Perhaps Madam Pomfrey would have been the better bet after all.
Snape’s expression turned grave. If Hermione Granger was coming to see him it had to be something important. He was well aware that he was the last teacher she would ever go to unless she was in serious trouble.
He tried to rid himself of his usual scowl and said as gently as he could manage he said, ‘Please, Miss Granger, tell me what’s troubling you.’
Hermione had known this moment would come, but now it had arrived she was having trouble saying the words — and worse still, she had a horrible feeling she was going to cry.
‘Please, sit down, Miss Granger,’ Snape said, his dark voice soothing, having spotted her distress. He motioned to the chair in front of her.
Hermione sat, looking at the Potions Master, aware of how stupid she must seem to him right at that moment. Gods, she was going to seem even more imbecilic in a minute.
‘Hermione?’ Snape asked quietly.
‘Sorry, sir,’ Hermione replied, turning scarlet. Just do it, she urged herself.
‘Professor, I need a pregnancy test.’ She looked Snape in the eyes, trying not cringe as she said it.
‘A pregnancy test?’ His voice was neutral but had a curious inflexion to it.
‘Yes, Professor. I wasn’t sure how these things are done in the Wizarding world. For Muggles, they go to a chemist and buy a testing kit. Obviously, I can't do that while I’m stuck in Hogwarts, so I wondered if there was a potion or anything I could take.’
Snape nodded his understanding slowly. ‘And why would you need a pregnancy test?’ he asked coolly.
Hermione blushed again, looking extremely embarrassed. ‘Erm, I would have thought that was obvious, sir.’
Snape’s gaze was steely. ‘I assume your partner in crime was Mr Weasley?’
‘Yes, sir. But he doesn't know I’m here. He doesn't know that I might be—’
‘I would have thought, Miss Granger, that you were far too sensible to have got caught this way,’ Snape said accusingly.
‘You'd have thought so, wouldn't you?’ Hermione replied sadly. ‘But unfortunately, something happened at the time and it stopped me from thinking about contraception. And by the time I remembered it was too late.’
Snape’s mouth had set in a thin line, reminding Hermione of Professor McGonagall.
‘So, when exactly did this . . . liaison . . . take place?’
‘About three months ago,’ Hermione admitted. She definitely was cringing now.
‘I see.’ Snape’s voice was stony. ‘And you waited so long to come and see me because . . . ?’
Hermione flushed again. ‘Because I didn't want to admit it was possible. At first, I put it down to irregular periods and then convinced myself it was because I was anxious about it . . . but then I couldn’t ignore it any longer. And I haven't been feeling too good.’
Snape sighed. ‘You should have come to see me as soon as you realised, you silly girl. I could probably have done something. But now all I can do is provide the test for you.’
He looked at the unhappy girl. ‘It won’t take long to do. Of course, if it’s positive you’ll have some difficult decisions to make.’
‘I know,’ Hermione replied miserably.
‘Come with me,’ the Professor said, and he guided Hermione through a door into his private laboratory.
He motioned for her to sit again and stalked over to a collection of brightly coloured potions in phials stored on a shelf, searching through them for the one he wanted. Eventually, he returned and handed it to her. It was a bright orange potion, so bright it was almost fluorescent. She stared at it in confusion.
‘I assume I drink it? Then what happens?’
‘The potion is designed to react with the hormones in your body. If you aren’t pregnant your urine will remain its usual colour. If you are pregnant it will be the same colour as the potion.’
Hermione looked at the potion with distaste and sighed.
‘The quicker you take the test, the quicker you’ll have your answer, Miss Granger,’ Snape told her. Then he relented and said slightly more gently, ‘You are welcome to wait here until you have your result if you wish.’
‘But it could be hours before I need to go to the toilet,’ she told him.
Snape shook his head. ‘There is an ingredient in the potion that will ensure that you go within ten minutes of taking it.’ He motioned to a door in the far wall. ‘The toilet is through there.’
Hermione breathed hard, then unstoppered the phial and swallowed the contents. She was sure Snape would have made it taste awful — a punishment for wicked girls who dared to indulge in sins of the flesh — but she was pleasantly surprised to find that it tasted of toffee.
Snape looked at her in amusement. ‘No point in making the process even more painful than it already is,’ he told her. ‘While we wait, allow me to show you this potion I’ve been brewing. I think you’ll find it interesting.’
He led her over to a worktable on which sat a golden cauldron; bubbling inside was a silvery liquid. They discussed the potion for a few minutes until Hermione began to feel uncomfortable.
‘Excuse me, please,’ she said to Snape, and she headed over to the toilet. She could feel herself shaking. What if it was the wrong result? What if she couldn’t tell?
A couple of minutes later she emerged from the toilet, her face ashen and tears running down her face. There was absolutely no doubt: she was definitely pregnant.
Snape saw her distressed expression and ushered her back into his office, where he summoned a house-elf to provide hot, sweet tea. The girl was obviously in shock. It was a shame she had ended up in this predicament. For all her know-it-all ways Hermione was a very powerful witch and would have had a great future ahead of her. What would happen to her now was anyone’s guess.
He wondered what on earth could have happened to make her forget about contraception. Obviously, it had been a spur of the moment thing, but she was more than proficient at casting a contraceptive charm and could have done so at any time in the twenty-four hours following the liaison; so whatever it had been must have been serious for her to forget.
He thought back to the day she had lost her temper in his class, something very unusual for Hermione, and realised that was probably when it had happened. Had she and Weasley had an argument directly after their union?
The tea arrived and Hermione sipped at it, not really wanting it but understanding and being surprised by Snape’s kindness. Her brain was swimming with questions that she had no answers to, the biggest being what she was going to do about the baby.
‘You said that Mr Weasley doesn’t yet know of your predicament?’ Snape said, making Hermione jump.
‘No. I didn’t tell him. It was sort of an accident.’
‘And he hasn’t worked it out for himself?’
‘Probably not. It only happened once . . . and we haven’t been such good friends since it happened,’ she admitted sadly.
Snape looked at the girl. So the couple had tried it, then argued, and, if he got the subtext correctly, weren’t really talking to each other now. Was it likely that Mr Weasley would accept being a father?
‘So are you going to keep the baby?’ he asked. ‘If you decide to get rid of it I can give you something. But you’ll need to decide quickly, considering how far gone you are.’
Hermione gave a huge sigh. ‘I don’t know. I’ve never believed in abortion. But I don’t know if I can cope with a baby. And what if Ron doesn’t want anything to do with it? Will I be able to cope on my own?’ She looked as if she was about to cry again.
‘I can’t advise you, Miss Granger. You’ll have to make that decision on your own. But I will say that you are a very capable young woman and I imagine could cope with anything that came your way. Also, you should remember that you’re likely to be carrying a powerful witch or wizard, almost a certainty with a witch of your calibre and the pureblood lineage on the father’s side.’
Hermione nodded. ‘Thank you, Professor.’ She stood up. ‘I have to get back to the common room; I promised to spend the evening with Harry and Ron. I think I’ll need to consider it for a little longer before I mention it to them, though.’
‘Just don’t leave it too long,’ Snape warned.
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