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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so

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A/N: Of course the usual thanks go to Mamacita for being the best beta ever.
Hilda Malfoy — OMG indeed! That’s certainly what Hermione’s thinking right now. And she definitely believes its Ron’s . . . mind you she doesn’t know about Lucius, does she?
Byrony — Yes, poor Hermione. She’s certainly got some tough decisions to make in the very near future. Of course, Lucius could have cast the contraception charm but I think part of him hadn’t expected the Ron thing to work quite as well as it did and in the excitement of the moment contraception was forgotten for him as well. Afterwards, he just assumed that Hermione would sort it, not realising what damage he had done to her mental state with his comment.
Voracious Reader — The clock is certainly ticking there. Who’s going to hear what and from whom? I think there could be a few fireworks on the horizon.
Werewolfhime — Your devotion to Lucius is heartening and now I can’t get the idea of him in a kissing booth out of my mind *LoL* I think there’s going to be some ‘interesting’ times ahead for Hermione and Lucius – and Hermione and Ron too.
Ginnylovesharry07 — It just goes to show how one little slip of concentration can have such a huge impact. Of course, it didn’t help Hermione burying her head in the sand for three months, but then she wouldn’t have been the first girl to do that!
Linmo — Good question. I’m working on the assumption that Polyjuice potion only changes the person’s appearance, not their genetic code. Therefore the sperm will still be Lucius’ even though he looked like Ron. As for Hermione turning to Snape, I’m not sure that’s really a huge surprise. I think she would feel worse if she’d had to admit her error to someone she quite liked or respected like Madam Pomfrey rather than facing snarky Snape. After all, she knows he detests her anyway so this situation isn’t going to make much difference to their relationship.
Heidi191976 — I think she’s got a tough time ahead of her, but she’s a strong woman and I’m sure she’ll manage to cope somehow.
Elphaba — Poor Ron! I’m beginning to feel really sorry for him.
Meankitty69 — I’m thinking everyone’s pretty much in trouble of one sort or another at the moment . . . except for Snape of course.
Okay, so I’ve posted this chapter quickly as it’s only a short one and you all seem so eager to know what's going to happen :) Enjoy . . . . Dx

How Hermione got through the next few hours with Harry and Ron she was never quite sure. She had ducked into the girls’ bathroom on the way back to the common room, quickly washing her face and trying to make herself look more normal as she didn’t want her friends asking her difficult questions that she wasn’t yet ready to answer.
Her mind was whirring the whole time, all she could think about was the baby. But Hermione knew she had to get that thought out of her mind, for tonight at least, or she would never manage to make it through the evening. After all, she wasn’t yet ready to talk to Ron about it, she had hardly come to terms with the fact that she was pregnant herself.
Hermione entered the portrait hole and looked around the room for her friends, forcing herself to smile when she saw them. The two boys beamed back at her and she joined them, pushing that last thought of a baby out of her mind determined to have a good evening regardless of whatever was going to happen in the future.
As she lay in bed later that night she thought of Ron and what she had to tell him. This was going to change their relationship forever. Could she stay friends with him if he refused to have anything to do with the baby?
With a shock, Hermione realised that she had made her decision — she was going to keep the child, regardless of how things went with Ron. As she had told Snape, she had never believed in abortion and couldn’t, in all honesty, consider it now. Hopefully, Ron would step up and do the decent thing; after all, the Weasley’s were a very moral family. But if not, she would survive somehow. She would have to.
Her thoughts turned to Simon and her heartstrings tugged with pain. She was going to have no choice but to end their blossoming relationship. It wasn’t fair to him to be saddled with her when she was pregnant with someone else’s baby. Anyway, if Ron was going to stick by her then she couldn’t cheat on him with Simon.
For a moment Hermione found herself wishing that Simon was the father rather than Ron but then felt guilty for feeling that way. Although they hadn’t been together long, Hermione had fallen head over heels in love with her handsome Hufflepuff, and leaving him was going to be heartbreaking.
Since their first time in the boathouse, the place had indeed become their special place, and they met there as often as they could manage. It wasn’t long before Simon had talked her into intercourse, but after her experience with Ron, and because she was still in denial about the possibility of being pregnant, Hermione had insisted they use a contraceptive charm before they did anything. Simon had been happy to agree to that, and over the last few weeks they had become lovers in every way imaginable.
She had even gone back to the Room of Requirement, leading Simon there when his desire for them to be naked together had reached fever pitch. There was no way she was prepared to completely disrobe in the boathouse but in the Room of Requirement . . . .
Hermione had explained the room to Simon, who had never heard of it and had been interested to see what the room would provide for them. She wasn’t actually overly surprised to see a very similar room to the one she and Ron had spent the evening in, Simon was a teenage boy, after all, and obviously there was only one important thing on his mind. Only the colour scheme had changed slightly, the room taking on more of an old gold colour — the fusion of her Gryffindor colours and his Hufflepuff ones, she assumed — and the bed didn’t appear quite as large.
Unfortunately, her fantasy room was still there too. Hermione gave a small shudder as she looked at it, her mind automatically replaying the evening with Ron. She turned away not wanting to remember.
‘Do you want to sit on the rug?’ Simon asked.
Hermione shook her head quickly. ‘No. Wouldn’t you prefer to check out the bed?’
Simon gave a whoop of pleasure and pulled her across the room towards the bed, his mouth finding hers as he pushed her down, pinning her wriggling body beneath his. His hands were all over her now, pulling and tugging at clothes, seemingly desperate to rid her of them, needing to see and touch that soft bare skin.
Hermione giggled at his impatience and began her own undressing campaign, but more slowly, thoroughly enjoying uncovering her lover. When the two of them were at last naked Simon pulled back to gaze down at Hermione.
‘Finally!’ he announced with pleasure, his hand caressing her from her face all the way down her body. He smiled with delight when he saw her nipples stiffen and little goose bumps raise on her skin as he touched her.
Hermione sighed and rolled over in bed. It really didn’t help to replay images of their lovemaking. In fact, it just made things harder. She needed to sleep and tomorrow she needed to talk to Simon. That would be difficult enough without remembering all the things they had done together, all the satisfaction he had given her.
But you thought you were pregnant before you went with Simon, a little voice in her mind said. So why did you go with him, get so attached to him, knowing that you’d have to give him up?
I didn’t know, Hermione argued with herself. Not for sure. I was still thinking it was just me panicking, remember?
Her inner voice chuckled, she didn’t like the sound. Oh, you knew, the voice said. You just didn’t want to admit it. And going with Simon is your way of punishing yourself.
What? That’s rubbish.
Is it? Breaking up with Simon is your way of punishing yourself about the pregnancy. Otherwise, why would you have done all those things with him when you knew the relationship would have to end eventually? the voice asked reasonably.
Growling with frustration, Hermione pushed off the bedcovers and rolled out of bed. She didn’t want to listen to the voice any longer, didn’t want to face up to what it was saying. She went to the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands.

Hermione had finally managed to get to sleep but it had been restless, full of images of Simon. All night she had made love to him in her dreams, seemingly reliving every experience she had ever had with him, every position captured in exquisite detail. She had woken shattered, almost as if the dream had been a reality — a tangible expression of her love rather than a pale fantasy.
As she got out of bed her stomach roiled and she had to run, only just making the toilet before she was sick. Oh good, now she had got morning sickness too. Perfect.
She flushed the toilet and reached for her toothbrush, carefully cleaning her teeth the way her parents had taught her to as a child, trying not to think of anything but her teeth. Eventually, she felt better, her mouth now minty-fresh from the toothpaste and mouthwash, and she headed for the shower.
As she dressed she looked at herself critically in the mirror. She didn’t seem to have changed. She looked at her belly, running her hands over it. Had it grown? She had never been lucky enough to have a flat stomach, always had those womanly curves — but was it growing? Stop being so pathetic, Granger, she told herself, and finished dressing.
Hermione was still feeling queasy but she wasn’t sure whether that was the baby or her nervousness at having to talk to Simon and Ron; probably the latter actually. When she checked herself one final time in the mirror she realised she looked a bit pale. She just hoped her friends wouldn’t notice and make a fuss about it. She grabbed her bag and headed down to the common room.
Harry and Ron were waiting for her and both smiled as she greeted them.
‘Are you okay, Hermione?’ Ron asked. ‘You look a bit pale.’
Hermione smiled wanly. ‘I’m still feeling a little headachy, Ron. I’m sure I’ll be fine once I’ve had some food.’
The boys seemed happy with her explanation and were soon climbing through the portrait hole heading for the Great Hall. Hermione followed behind them more slowly. She was certain today was going to be one of the hardest days of her life.
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