A/N- I am so, extremely sorry about not posting sooner! My Microsoft Word
stopped working and I had to wait forever to get it back. Thank you for
being so patient with me, I know how it is to be reading a story and for
the author to take forever to update- (places right hand on heart), I
hereby promise to try to update every chance I get, and not put it off.
Also, one last thing- I realized that I have never done a disclaimer
before, so here goes-
Disclaimer- I do not own anything in this story, except for Hermione's baby, the three girls at the Malfoys' house, and bits of the plot, just please don't sue me because I am utterly broke!
And Now . . . . .
Chapter 13- Spreading Rumors
All of March had passed for the trio at Hogwarts and it was now the middle of April. Hermione was now four months pregnant, and starting to look it, that is, when she didn't have the charm cast upon her. Morning sickness was starting to fully kick in, and she would sometimes have to rum out of a classroom because she became nauseous. Hermione was baffled as to why it was called morning sickness when it occurred throughout the whole day.
"Hey, sunshine. How're mommy and baby?" Harry asked coming down into the common room, where Hermione and Ron were sitting, waiting for him. "Hey, Ron."
"Hey, Harry." Ron said.
"We're alright, but Harry, Ron and I have just realized something." Harry looks at Hermione curiously. "We haven't told my parents that I'm pregnant, and I don't know how I should."
"First of all, Hermione, you will not be the one who will tell your parents that you're pregnant. WE will be the ones to tell them. Second of all, we will tell them as soon as we can, as calmly as we can, and hope that they will support us in out decision to keep the baby. By the way, have either of you thought of any baby names? I know that it will be a while until he or she is born, but we need to call the baby something else besides 'the baby'."
"I like Ronald, personally." Ron said.
"Oh, Ron, what if it's a girl?" Hermione asked, amused.
"Er, Ronalda?" Ron suggested.
"Somehow, I really don't think that we'll be naming the baby either of those names." Harry said, "Hermione, do you have any ideas?"
"Well, I've always liked Cecilia, Mackenzie, Alexis or Josephine for a girl. For a boy I like Joshua, Clark, Jeremy or Jacob." Hermione replied thoughtfully.
"Whoa, Hermione, you've been thinking about this haven't you?" Ron asked playfully.
"What girl doesn't?" Hermione asked.
"Personally, I like all of the names Hermione mentioned. We have a while to think this over, but in the meantime, maybe we should go to the great hall for breakfast." Harry said. The three sixth years exited the common room with the intention of having a stress-free breakfast.
The day passed by, which slowly turned into a week, then two, then three weeks. It was the second week of May, and students were already becoming excited about getting out of school for the summer. That evening, there was a Quidditch match, Gryffindor against Hufflepuff. After about a half an hour, Harry had found, and easily captured the snitch, winning the game. The Gryffindor team strolled to their locker room, not being very tired. The team quickly showered, changed, then left to the castle, where the party was to be held. Eventually, Harry was the only person left in the locker room.
He was taking his time to put away his broom and equipment when he heard the door open and shut. He looked up and was startled to see the face of Kimberly Red, another sixth year Gryffindor. It was well known that she and Hermione had detested each other ever since Kimberly had come to Hogwarts at the beginning of fifth year.
"Can I help you?" Harry asked suspiciously. Kimberly was known to sleep around and although Harry had been lucky enough to avoid her, he believed that his luck had just worn out.
"No, but I believe I can help you." Kimberly replied, placing her hand on Harry's forearm.
"And how is that?" Harry asked as he removed her arm. This just caused Kimberly to move closer to Harry.
"I know about your relationship with Hermione, and I think that she is just weighing you down. I can give you a fun time without the commitment." Kimberly ran her finger along Harry's jaw line slowly. "What do you say?"
"I say that Hermione means too much to me for me to blow it all on a one time fling. You have a lot of nerve to come to me when you know perfectly well that I am engaged." Harry took a step backwards, letting her hand fall from him. "You should leave now."
"Fine," Kimberly replied coolly, "but when you get sick and tired of that bitch you know where to come." She turned around and walked back out of the door. Harry sighed with relief, if anyone had walked in on that they would have assumed that he was cheating on Hermione, which he would never do of course. He finished putting away his things and left the locker room.
The next morning, Harry and Hermione walked into the Great Hall to meet Ron for breakfast. As soon as they entered whispers broke out all around them. They looked at each other and shrugged. They found Ron and sat down next to him, in their usual seats. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Kimberly Red nod and wink at Harry, and him smile weakly in turn.
"What was that all about?" She asked Harry.
"What was what about?" He asked innocently.
"That little exchange between you and Kimberly. What was that?" Hermione spat in disgust.
"It was nothing; she just has her facts messed up and thinks I'd give her the time of day." Harry answered. Hermione left it at that and went on eating. Classes were as usual, and soon everyone was back in the Common Room. Hermione had gone for a walk with Lavender though, leaving Harry and Rom to play a game of wizard chess. At about eight o'clock, Hermione charged into the room, fists clenching and unclenching angrily and her eyes flashing dangerously. Then, Lavender could be heard hurriedly rushing in after her.
"Wait, Hermione, don't do anything rash." But she was too late. Hermione had already made her way to Harry and was standing before him.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry asked, genuinely confused.
"What's wrong? What's WRONG? I'll tell you what's wrong! What's wrong is that this morning I let whatever it was between you and Kimberly slide, thinking it wasn't fair to jump to conclusions, yet as Lavender and I were walking around we heard Dean and a Ravenclaw talking. It turns out that Dean saw Kimberly leaving the locker room yesterday after the Quidditch match. When he asked her why she was in there she said that she. that you and her. the she was helping you have a little 'fun' since you were so tied down by me, that you wanted a commitment-free relationship. So, you thought that you would get away with sneaking around behind my back? You didn't think I would notice, huh? Well, guess what? I FOUND OUT! You wanted commitment-free?" Hermione took off her engagement ring and threw it at him, "the wedding is off, is that commitment-free enough for you?" Suddenly, the rage in Hermione's eyes was overcome by exhaustion. Tears poured down her cheeks as she turned and ran up into her dormitory.
"That would be something rash." Lavender pointed out, as Harry stared at the ring in his hand completely confused and extremely angry. How dare Kimberly say such a thing?! How dare she ruin what he had with Hermione?! Harry noticed the rest of the students staring at him in shock and amazement, and also he saw Kimberly snickering in the corner. In an instant, he was towering over her, his eyes flashing.
"You had no right. You had no right to do that! You are a selfish, conceited, little brat and you are very lucky that I don't hit girls." With that, Harry turned and made his way up to his own dormitory. He decided to give Hermione time to cool off and talk to her the next day.
Harry's plan, however, did not work out ideally. Every time Harry would try to say something to Hermione, she would just get up and walk away. He had tried to explain himself and apologize profusely, but Hermione would hear none of it. Harry had even tried sending her owls and other types of messages. This went on for nearly two weeks, and finally Harry got fed up with it. After transfiguration one day, Harry cornered Hermione in the empty classroom.
"You can't keep avoiding me, you know. You have to listen to me, let me explain." Heroine held up her hand.
"There is nothing to explain. You became tired of commitment, you cheated on me." Hermione picked up her bag and tried to leave the room.
"You aren't leaving until you hear me out. You are, for once, wrong. I never cheated on you. Kimberly approached me, but I rejected her." Harry grabbed her arms and forced her look at him. "I rejected her, did you hear that. I didn't want to jeopardize our relationship. It means too much to me." Hermione's eyes had become moist with tears, but she shook her head.
"I can't. I just can't believe you, it hurts too much." Harry let go of her arms and backed away.
"Hermione, I love you, you know that. Now you just have to believe in it. I'll be here when you come around. I'll be waiting." Harry said sadly, while backing out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Hermione slid down against the wall, until she hit the wall, and began sobbing uncontrollably. Fifteen minutes later, she realized she was late for her next class, but decided she would skip it and go to the one after it, and made her way to the Gryffindor dormitories.
Hermione and Harry didn't talk to each other for three weeks, and those three weeks were torture for both of them. One day, Hermione was coming down from her dormitory, into the common room, when she saw Kimberly and her friends talking merrily on the couch. She sat on the stairs and listened to what they had to say.
"Kimberly, that thing with Hermione and Harry, it was perfect."
"I know! You have them right where you want them."
"It was all too easy too. All I had to do was make sure I was caught coming out of the locker room and spread the rumor. I still can't believe that Harry actually turned me down though. He fed me all this crap about his relationship meaning too much to him. Bullshit if you ask me." Hermione had heard enough. She made her way down the rest of the stairs and came up behind Kimberly. She tapped her on the shoulder and Kimberly turned around.
CRACK!
The sound of Hermione's hand hitting Kimberly's face resounded through the room. Hermione was breathing hard with rage and Kimberly was holding her cheek in pain. It was dinner time, so no one else was in the common room at this time.
"Of all the. I can't believe it. And to think that I actually called off the wedding. You are such a bitch." Hermione quickly left the room, and started running to the Great Hall. When she got there, she flung open the doors, and flew to the Gryffindor table. Harry stood up, wondering what was going on.
"Hermione.?" Harry couldn't finish the question though, because Hermione had lunged at him, full speed, throwing both of them to the ground. Harry was surprised to see that she was sobbing hysterically into his shirt, clutching to him like there was no end. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled them into a sitting position. He didn't care if everyone else was watching them. After a minute, Hermione began to speak quietly.
"Harry, I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I should have believed you. I am so sorry. Please forgive me." Hermione looked up into his eyes, afraid of what she might find. But what she found wasn't frightening. She saw pools of forgiveness and glee. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out her ring, then slid it onto her finger.
"Of course I will, you dope. I love you." Harry said.
"I love you too." Hermione muttered, trying to compose herself. Dumbledore began to clap and the students slowly joined him. Only, the two people the applause was focused on were completely unaware of it.
A/N- awwww.. man this was very, well, kinda corny. Lol. Sry that it was so short, but I wanted to get it out asap. Now listen up, I know you all have gone through a lot of waiting to get this chapter, but you will have to go through some more waiting until I get more reviews. Yup- I know I'm evil, but I want hmm, let's see, 85 reviews before I'll post again. Thanks for everything. Keep reviewing!!
Disclaimer- I do not own anything in this story, except for Hermione's baby, the three girls at the Malfoys' house, and bits of the plot, just please don't sue me because I am utterly broke!
And Now . . . . .
Chapter 13- Spreading Rumors
All of March had passed for the trio at Hogwarts and it was now the middle of April. Hermione was now four months pregnant, and starting to look it, that is, when she didn't have the charm cast upon her. Morning sickness was starting to fully kick in, and she would sometimes have to rum out of a classroom because she became nauseous. Hermione was baffled as to why it was called morning sickness when it occurred throughout the whole day.
"Hey, sunshine. How're mommy and baby?" Harry asked coming down into the common room, where Hermione and Ron were sitting, waiting for him. "Hey, Ron."
"Hey, Harry." Ron said.
"We're alright, but Harry, Ron and I have just realized something." Harry looks at Hermione curiously. "We haven't told my parents that I'm pregnant, and I don't know how I should."
"First of all, Hermione, you will not be the one who will tell your parents that you're pregnant. WE will be the ones to tell them. Second of all, we will tell them as soon as we can, as calmly as we can, and hope that they will support us in out decision to keep the baby. By the way, have either of you thought of any baby names? I know that it will be a while until he or she is born, but we need to call the baby something else besides 'the baby'."
"I like Ronald, personally." Ron said.
"Oh, Ron, what if it's a girl?" Hermione asked, amused.
"Er, Ronalda?" Ron suggested.
"Somehow, I really don't think that we'll be naming the baby either of those names." Harry said, "Hermione, do you have any ideas?"
"Well, I've always liked Cecilia, Mackenzie, Alexis or Josephine for a girl. For a boy I like Joshua, Clark, Jeremy or Jacob." Hermione replied thoughtfully.
"Whoa, Hermione, you've been thinking about this haven't you?" Ron asked playfully.
"What girl doesn't?" Hermione asked.
"Personally, I like all of the names Hermione mentioned. We have a while to think this over, but in the meantime, maybe we should go to the great hall for breakfast." Harry said. The three sixth years exited the common room with the intention of having a stress-free breakfast.
The day passed by, which slowly turned into a week, then two, then three weeks. It was the second week of May, and students were already becoming excited about getting out of school for the summer. That evening, there was a Quidditch match, Gryffindor against Hufflepuff. After about a half an hour, Harry had found, and easily captured the snitch, winning the game. The Gryffindor team strolled to their locker room, not being very tired. The team quickly showered, changed, then left to the castle, where the party was to be held. Eventually, Harry was the only person left in the locker room.
He was taking his time to put away his broom and equipment when he heard the door open and shut. He looked up and was startled to see the face of Kimberly Red, another sixth year Gryffindor. It was well known that she and Hermione had detested each other ever since Kimberly had come to Hogwarts at the beginning of fifth year.
"Can I help you?" Harry asked suspiciously. Kimberly was known to sleep around and although Harry had been lucky enough to avoid her, he believed that his luck had just worn out.
"No, but I believe I can help you." Kimberly replied, placing her hand on Harry's forearm.
"And how is that?" Harry asked as he removed her arm. This just caused Kimberly to move closer to Harry.
"I know about your relationship with Hermione, and I think that she is just weighing you down. I can give you a fun time without the commitment." Kimberly ran her finger along Harry's jaw line slowly. "What do you say?"
"I say that Hermione means too much to me for me to blow it all on a one time fling. You have a lot of nerve to come to me when you know perfectly well that I am engaged." Harry took a step backwards, letting her hand fall from him. "You should leave now."
"Fine," Kimberly replied coolly, "but when you get sick and tired of that bitch you know where to come." She turned around and walked back out of the door. Harry sighed with relief, if anyone had walked in on that they would have assumed that he was cheating on Hermione, which he would never do of course. He finished putting away his things and left the locker room.
The next morning, Harry and Hermione walked into the Great Hall to meet Ron for breakfast. As soon as they entered whispers broke out all around them. They looked at each other and shrugged. They found Ron and sat down next to him, in their usual seats. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Kimberly Red nod and wink at Harry, and him smile weakly in turn.
"What was that all about?" She asked Harry.
"What was what about?" He asked innocently.
"That little exchange between you and Kimberly. What was that?" Hermione spat in disgust.
"It was nothing; she just has her facts messed up and thinks I'd give her the time of day." Harry answered. Hermione left it at that and went on eating. Classes were as usual, and soon everyone was back in the Common Room. Hermione had gone for a walk with Lavender though, leaving Harry and Rom to play a game of wizard chess. At about eight o'clock, Hermione charged into the room, fists clenching and unclenching angrily and her eyes flashing dangerously. Then, Lavender could be heard hurriedly rushing in after her.
"Wait, Hermione, don't do anything rash." But she was too late. Hermione had already made her way to Harry and was standing before him.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry asked, genuinely confused.
"What's wrong? What's WRONG? I'll tell you what's wrong! What's wrong is that this morning I let whatever it was between you and Kimberly slide, thinking it wasn't fair to jump to conclusions, yet as Lavender and I were walking around we heard Dean and a Ravenclaw talking. It turns out that Dean saw Kimberly leaving the locker room yesterday after the Quidditch match. When he asked her why she was in there she said that she. that you and her. the she was helping you have a little 'fun' since you were so tied down by me, that you wanted a commitment-free relationship. So, you thought that you would get away with sneaking around behind my back? You didn't think I would notice, huh? Well, guess what? I FOUND OUT! You wanted commitment-free?" Hermione took off her engagement ring and threw it at him, "the wedding is off, is that commitment-free enough for you?" Suddenly, the rage in Hermione's eyes was overcome by exhaustion. Tears poured down her cheeks as she turned and ran up into her dormitory.
"That would be something rash." Lavender pointed out, as Harry stared at the ring in his hand completely confused and extremely angry. How dare Kimberly say such a thing?! How dare she ruin what he had with Hermione?! Harry noticed the rest of the students staring at him in shock and amazement, and also he saw Kimberly snickering in the corner. In an instant, he was towering over her, his eyes flashing.
"You had no right. You had no right to do that! You are a selfish, conceited, little brat and you are very lucky that I don't hit girls." With that, Harry turned and made his way up to his own dormitory. He decided to give Hermione time to cool off and talk to her the next day.
Harry's plan, however, did not work out ideally. Every time Harry would try to say something to Hermione, she would just get up and walk away. He had tried to explain himself and apologize profusely, but Hermione would hear none of it. Harry had even tried sending her owls and other types of messages. This went on for nearly two weeks, and finally Harry got fed up with it. After transfiguration one day, Harry cornered Hermione in the empty classroom.
"You can't keep avoiding me, you know. You have to listen to me, let me explain." Heroine held up her hand.
"There is nothing to explain. You became tired of commitment, you cheated on me." Hermione picked up her bag and tried to leave the room.
"You aren't leaving until you hear me out. You are, for once, wrong. I never cheated on you. Kimberly approached me, but I rejected her." Harry grabbed her arms and forced her look at him. "I rejected her, did you hear that. I didn't want to jeopardize our relationship. It means too much to me." Hermione's eyes had become moist with tears, but she shook her head.
"I can't. I just can't believe you, it hurts too much." Harry let go of her arms and backed away.
"Hermione, I love you, you know that. Now you just have to believe in it. I'll be here when you come around. I'll be waiting." Harry said sadly, while backing out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Hermione slid down against the wall, until she hit the wall, and began sobbing uncontrollably. Fifteen minutes later, she realized she was late for her next class, but decided she would skip it and go to the one after it, and made her way to the Gryffindor dormitories.
Hermione and Harry didn't talk to each other for three weeks, and those three weeks were torture for both of them. One day, Hermione was coming down from her dormitory, into the common room, when she saw Kimberly and her friends talking merrily on the couch. She sat on the stairs and listened to what they had to say.
"Kimberly, that thing with Hermione and Harry, it was perfect."
"I know! You have them right where you want them."
"It was all too easy too. All I had to do was make sure I was caught coming out of the locker room and spread the rumor. I still can't believe that Harry actually turned me down though. He fed me all this crap about his relationship meaning too much to him. Bullshit if you ask me." Hermione had heard enough. She made her way down the rest of the stairs and came up behind Kimberly. She tapped her on the shoulder and Kimberly turned around.
CRACK!
The sound of Hermione's hand hitting Kimberly's face resounded through the room. Hermione was breathing hard with rage and Kimberly was holding her cheek in pain. It was dinner time, so no one else was in the common room at this time.
"Of all the. I can't believe it. And to think that I actually called off the wedding. You are such a bitch." Hermione quickly left the room, and started running to the Great Hall. When she got there, she flung open the doors, and flew to the Gryffindor table. Harry stood up, wondering what was going on.
"Hermione.?" Harry couldn't finish the question though, because Hermione had lunged at him, full speed, throwing both of them to the ground. Harry was surprised to see that she was sobbing hysterically into his shirt, clutching to him like there was no end. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled them into a sitting position. He didn't care if everyone else was watching them. After a minute, Hermione began to speak quietly.
"Harry, I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I should have believed you. I am so sorry. Please forgive me." Hermione looked up into his eyes, afraid of what she might find. But what she found wasn't frightening. She saw pools of forgiveness and glee. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out her ring, then slid it onto her finger.
"Of course I will, you dope. I love you." Harry said.
"I love you too." Hermione muttered, trying to compose herself. Dumbledore began to clap and the students slowly joined him. Only, the two people the applause was focused on were completely unaware of it.
A/N- awwww.. man this was very, well, kinda corny. Lol. Sry that it was so short, but I wanted to get it out asap. Now listen up, I know you all have gone through a lot of waiting to get this chapter, but you will have to go through some more waiting until I get more reviews. Yup- I know I'm evil, but I want hmm, let's see, 85 reviews before I'll post again. Thanks for everything. Keep reviewing!!