Disclaimer- Don't own them. (sigh) Not making the millions for them, either.
February-
"Harry, I'm pregnant." He never thought he'd hear those three words spoken to him at any time in his life, even if they had no bearing on him.
"Excuse me?"
"I've done three Muggle pregnancy tests, and they've all come out positive."
"Hermione, I didn't think you'd been seeing anyone in the last six months," he said.
"I haven't," Hermione answered, sitting down across from him at the table in the kitchen of the flat they shared with each other and their friend, Ron Weasley. "I haven't been on a date since I broke up with Josh. Harry, how did this happen? How can I be pregnant without sleeping with someone?"
"Immaculate conception?" he shrugged helplessly. He didn't know how to explain this to her when he didn't understand it himself.
"Harry! Be serious!" Hermione cried. "What am I going to do?"
"Well, first of all, calm down. If you 'are' pregnant, it's not good for the baby if you get upset. Second, are you going to keep it?" She shot him a look that would have sent Voldemort fleeing with fright.
"If you are even 'suggesting' that I get an abortion..." Harry shook his raven haired head.
"Of course not! I was thinking that maybe you would give it up for adoption, is all." She relaxed a little bit.
"I don't know. I haven't really had a chance to think about that yet. I just found out a few minutes ago."
"Are you sure they're positive?" She nodded, then stood up.
"Come on, I'll show you." He followed her to the bathroom and she pointed to three different colored sticks that lay on the edge of the sink. Harry walked over to them and looked at the results, comparing them to the instructions. Sure enough, each test was indeed positive. He turned to his frizzy haired friend, the verification in his eyes. She seemed to have been waiting for him to tell her she'd read them wrong, that at least 'one' had been negative.
"You should go to a doctor, just to be sure, Hermione." She sank onto the edge of the bathtub.
"You're right," she whispered. "Would you go with me?" Harry goggled at her.
"Why would you need me?" he asked. "You'd just be going for a pregnancy test."
"I need you there for emotional support. Please, Harry?" He drew her up into a hug when he saw the fear on her face.
"Of course I will."
"Thank-you," Hermione replied. She hugged him back before pulling away. "We should go, then."
"Right now?"
"I don't want to wait until tomorrow. I'll just be working myself into a frenzy if I do that." He nodded, knowing full well how she could be when she was worried about something.
"All right," he said, leading the way back to the front room and getting their coats from the closet. He helped her with hers and pulled his on while he opened the door and grabbed his keys from the hook they hung on. "Let's go."
They returned a few hours later, Hermione walking dazedly into the flat and straight to her room after Harry removed her coat. He took his own off and hung them back in the closet, then took the papers the doctor had given her into the kitchen, where he found that Ron had come home. The tall redhead was sitting at the table with his sister, Ginny and their twin brothers, Fred and George. Harry tucked the papers in the back pocket of his jeans, knowing that Hermione wouldn't want Ron to be told unless she was there, and certainly not in front of some of the other Weasleys.
"There you are, mate!" Ron exclaimed. "Got back from the Burrow and no one's home. Where'd you and Hermione go?"
"We had an errand to run. Hi, you guys. See you found the rest of the chocolate cake." Ron licked the crumbs off his fork and grinned, not really concerned about what the 'errand' had been. He had more interesting news to tell.
"We have a bachelor party to plan. Charlie proposed to that girl he met in Gringott's last year, Pausha Mindi, and she accepted, poor thing. They're getting married in about five months and I've been made best man!"
"That's great, Ron!" Harry tried to sound excited, but felt he had failed miserably. Ron didn't seem to notice. He sat there, beaming at his good fortune. Ginny gave Harry a skeptical glance however, one that told him she knew something was up. Fred and George weren't even paying attention, they were devouring the last of the cake that Hermione had baked.
"We'd better go," Ginny said when Ron stood to take his plate to the sink. "We have a few things to get for the wedding, and Mum would be furious if we're late for dinner." She stood and gave her brother a kiss on the cheek, and gave one to Harry as well. "See you later," she added to them as the twins followed her out into the front room where they Appartated out of the flat. Harry sighed with a slight bit of relief to see them go and heard footsteps heading towards the kitchen.
"Ron, something's happened. Hermione and I need to discuss it with you." Hermione entered the room, wiping her eyes. Ron saw this and cast a questioning look to his other friend.
"What is it, Hermione? Are you all right?" She nodded, shook, then nodded her head. "Which is it?" Ron asked. "Did someone hurt you?" he added when tears came to the surface again.
"No," she whispered. Harry moved forward and escorted her to a chair. Once she'd sat down, he took the seat next to her and looked up at Ron.
"What's wrong with her, Harry?"
"That's what we need to talk to you about." Harry looked at Hermione questioningly, then back to the redhead. "You'd better sit down for this." Ron did as suggested, still staring at his weeping friend. "Do you want me to tell him?" Harry asked. She nodded, closing her eyes tightly. Ron looked at Harry now.
"What? Tell me what?" he asked.
"Hermione's pregnant," came the reply. There was a stunned silence for a minute, then Ron started laughing.
"That's a good one! Now what's 'really' wrong?" He saw that Harry wasn't kidding a second later, and sobered up. "You're serious?" he asked. Harry nodded. "But, Hermione, you haven't dated anyone in the last six months! How can you be pregnant?" She opened her eyes and looked back and forth at them.
"I don't 'know'! That's the problem! The doctor says that I'm due around the twentieth of August," she answered. Ron thought for a second and came up with a possible answer.
"Well, then the baby has to be Harry's!" This brought looks of shock from his friends. "You two have been sharing rooms off and on when you're working on mutual projects for the Ministry, you can't tell me you haven't..." Harry stopped him cold.
"Yes, we 'can' tell you we haven't, Weasley," he snapped. Ron held his hands up in defense.
"It was only a thought, a guess. No need to get in a snit about it."
"Stop, both of you!" Hermione cried. "This isn't helping. I haven't slept with 'anyone', and somehow I'm pregnant. Maybe your idea about an immaculate conception wasn't far off, Harry."
"What's she talking about?"
"When she told me this morning, I had slightly the same reaction you did, and when she asked me how she could have gotten pregnant without sleeping with someone, I suggested immaculate conception."
"Maybe you were right, maybe it's the will of some higher power that I have this baby." She dropped her head to the tabletop. "Oh, who am I kidding?" she moaned. "I have to find out who the father is!"
"And you need to know what to expect, as well," Harry said, pulling the papers out of his pocket and laying them out on the table. Ron leaned forward and looked at the top sheet. He blushed when he realized what the pictures were of. "Grow up, Ron," Harry admonished. "For Merlin's sake, we're not kids anymore, and there's nothing in these pictures you haven't seen before."
"There most certainly is," his friend corrected. "I've never seen a baby's head coming out of there before." Hermione looked down at the picture Ron had indicated and blanched.
"I can't do this," she moaned. "I can't do this, Harry!" He took her hand.
"Yes, you can. Ron and I are going to be here for you every step of the way. We're not going to abandon you, I promise." Ron nodded enthusiastically. "We're even going to be there in the room when the baby's born." Hermione looked from one to the other, noticeably calmer now.
"Thank you, both. I don't think I could have better friends than the two of you, and there's one 'really' big thing that I'm going to need your support with."
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"How am I going to explain how this happened to the media when I start to show?"