I have no defense for this.
Jan. 3rd, 2002 10:55 pm"Hermione?" Harry put one hand on the crying girl's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Hermione shook her head and unsuccessfully tried to wipe the tears out of her eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm pregnant."
Harry's eyes widened in shock. "Hermione." He sat down next to her. "Wow."
She laughed hoarsely. "Yeah, wow." She looked down at the handkerchief she was twisting in her hands. "I was so careful with the birth control spell too. I know I did it right. He must have done something to make it stop working."
"Done something? But Ron would never--"
Hermione smiled sadly. "I haven't slept with Ron."
"Oh. Oh!" Harry looked at her. "What are you going to do?"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know."
"Are you going to tell Ron?" he asked hesitantly.
Hermione's eyes filled with tears again. "I don't know."
Harry put his arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it worse. You know if you want to talk to me you can."
Hermione patted his knee. "I know Harry." She managed a watery smile. "You're a great friend, but I think I have to do this myself."
***
"What do you want, Granger?" Malfoy sneered.
"Why did you do it?" Hermione asked tonelessly.
"Do what?"
"Disrupt the spell."
"Oh, that."
Hermione turned on him angrily. "Yes, that. Why did you do it?"
Malfoy shrugged. "Wanted to see if I could."
Hermione paled. "You wanted to see if you could?" She paced away from him and back. "You wanted to see if you could? Well you bloody well can," she nearly shouted at him. "I'm pregnant."
"That's rather inconvenient."
"'Inconvenient'," she snarled. "I'm pregnant and that's all you can say?"
"Careful there, Granger. You're starting to sound like a parrot." He eyed her coolly. "I don't see how this involves me at all."
"It's your child," she ground out.
"You can't prove it."
"I'll do a paternity spell."
"You wouldn't do that."
"Why not?"
"You wouldn't want that Weasel of a boyfriend of yours to know you've been fooling around on him."
Hermione smiled coldly. "And you wouldn't want that elitist house of yours to know you'd slept with a Mudblood. This is just as much your problem as it is mine."
Hermione shook her head and unsuccessfully tried to wipe the tears out of her eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm pregnant."
Harry's eyes widened in shock. "Hermione." He sat down next to her. "Wow."
She laughed hoarsely. "Yeah, wow." She looked down at the handkerchief she was twisting in her hands. "I was so careful with the birth control spell too. I know I did it right. He must have done something to make it stop working."
"Done something? But Ron would never--"
Hermione smiled sadly. "I haven't slept with Ron."
"Oh. Oh!" Harry looked at her. "What are you going to do?"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know."
"Are you going to tell Ron?" he asked hesitantly.
Hermione's eyes filled with tears again. "I don't know."
Harry put his arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it worse. You know if you want to talk to me you can."
Hermione patted his knee. "I know Harry." She managed a watery smile. "You're a great friend, but I think I have to do this myself."
***
"What do you want, Granger?" Malfoy sneered.
"Why did you do it?" Hermione asked tonelessly.
"Do what?"
"Disrupt the spell."
"Oh, that."
Hermione turned on him angrily. "Yes, that. Why did you do it?"
Malfoy shrugged. "Wanted to see if I could."
Hermione paled. "You wanted to see if you could?" She paced away from him and back. "You wanted to see if you could? Well you bloody well can," she nearly shouted at him. "I'm pregnant."
"That's rather inconvenient."
"'Inconvenient'," she snarled. "I'm pregnant and that's all you can say?"
"Careful there, Granger. You're starting to sound like a parrot." He eyed her coolly. "I don't see how this involves me at all."
"It's your child," she ground out.
"You can't prove it."
"I'll do a paternity spell."
"You wouldn't do that."
"Why not?"
"You wouldn't want that Weasel of a boyfriend of yours to know you've been fooling around on him."
Hermione smiled coldly. "And you wouldn't want that elitist house of yours to know you'd slept with a Mudblood. This is just as much your problem as it is mine."