Hey thanx for the reviews. I'm gonna see where this goes so I'm gonna continue it.

Oh, and for all of those Ron-lovers, BEWARE! You will not like this one bit. Well, maybe in the next chapter I'll make you hate me. Hehe.

Here's the next chapter.

Consequences

How could she and Harry be so stupid? How could they forget protection?! How could they not remember?! Her mother always told her about protection just in case. And she always told her she would never forget. And what does she do? She goes off on an insane, but necessary mission to hunt down and destroy Horcruxes and has unbelievable sex with Harry and knocks herself up!

Hermione really couldn't blame either of them. It was good sex and the only thing going through each other's minds was pleasuring the other. She was sure she was pregnant. She was sure of it. They had done it again that morning and then that night. If she didn't get pregnant the first time, she most likely got pregnant the next two times. They hadn't done it in almost two months. They had been real busy with searching for the Horcruxes. She stood in the bathroom with a hand on her bare stomach. She had just used the Pregnancy Test Spell, which came out positive. She did it again. And again. And again. And again. All positive.

Hermione just could not believe she was pregnant. This was her consequence for having amazing sex with Harry and forgetting protection. A beautiful life growing inside her. A little baby.

Oh, what was she to do? She was in the middle of a war! She could be captured and her child could face the consequences. She began to cry as she realized that she was stuck between her child and Harry. She could either keep her child and go someplace safe or she could stay with Harry and abort-

No! She corrected herself. She would not do that! She did not believe in killing an innocent life! How could she even consider that?! Leaving Harry and going someplace safe was the only option. She would go someplace safe and break her promise and leave Harry. Like Ron did.

Or maybe...Just maybe. Yes, maybe that could work.

She began to devise a plan that she could stay with her best friend/new boyfriend and keep her child. It would be risky, yes, but the child would be safe. She got to work. Grabbing her wand, she applied numerous spells on her stomachs. They were various protection charms that could not be broken. She could perhaps even survive the Killing Curse. There was one charm that protected it from any dark spell, anything that wanted to harm it. There was one that cushioned her if she fell or hit something. Hermione, however, did not want to try them out, so she just put a Maxima on all of them to make them last longer. For months even.

Hermione hoped the war wouldn't last long. If it got too out of hand, she would leave, she promised herself. If it was too far into the pregnancy, she would be gone. She hoped Harry would understand.

Harry!

What would he think? Would he want to be a part of the baby's life? If he survived! He will! The other part of her head screamed. Of course, he would want to be a part of it's life. He's Harry. Oh, Harry with a baby! She couldn't even imagine it, but she bet it was precious.

What would her parents think? They were in Australia, but what would happen when she went to get them and she had a baby on her hip? Or worse, went to get them pregnant with Harry standing next to her? Would they be angry? Accepting? Disown her? It didn't matter!

The only things she cared about was Harry and this baby! Neither more important than the other!

"Hermione...?" came Harry's voice and a knock on the door.

She gasped. He must have heard her crying. "Are you okay? You're crying."

It took her a while to get her voice back. "J-just a minute, Harry!"

After a minute of composing herself, she unlocked the door and opened it. Harry was standing there with a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Hermione took a deep, shuddering breath. It was now or never. "Do remember about almost two months ago when Ron left and we had...you know."

"Sex?" he finished for her with a small smile. "Yeah, I do."

"Yeah...well...um...we forgot to use...p-protection," she said finally hoping he would take the hint.

He looked confused for a minute and then widened his eyes. "Wait...are you saying that...?"

"Yes," she nodded avoiding eye contact. "I'm pregnant."

Harry's jaw dropped and he froze. He couldn't move. 'Pregnant? She was pregnant?! With his child?! A cursed child! An unfortunate child to have a father like him! A murderer or a victim!' He walked with wobbly legs to the couch in the living room. He sat on it and stared. 'A father! He was to be a father! If he survived of course.' He could not believe he did this to Hermione. His new girlfriend. His best friend! She has done nothing but be there for him and he got her knocked up! He was a horrible person. If he should die, that leaves her alone with the baby. No one to help her raise it. Hopefully, her parents would if they hadn't disowned her yet.

He sensed Hermione come in behind him. She slowly made her way to him. Scared of approaching him. Scared that he might be angry. "...H-Harry...please say something..." she pleaded with a shuddering voice.

He hesitated, looked at her with an apologetic face and replied, "I am so sorry, Hermione."

She was confused now. He was sorry? "Why are you sorry?" she asked sitting next to him on the couch.

"Because I got you pregnant," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Harry, getting me pregnant does not mean you have to apologize. When you look at a child, are you sorry it was born?" she asked him incredulously.

"If I die, I would look down at our child and I would be sorry because his father's dead and he or she is in danger!" he cried.

"You would not have to be sorry because they will love you no matter what. I will make sure of it. And anyway, you won't have to because you are going to live through this. I promise you, Harry!" She gave him a firm kiss to seal it tight. He was too much in shock to kiss back. He attempted, but his mind was somewhere else.

She broke away and gazed hurtfully at his face. It looked like rejection. "So, that's it, then? You're rejecting me and our child?"

Harry looked at her with a confused and almost angry look. "What?! No! I would never reject you or our child! Don't you ever think that again! I love you! I'm just...shocked is all." His voice lowered at the last sentence.

"You're right. I'm sorry I sprung this on you." She sighed and a silence came upon them. After about almost ten minutes of the peaceful silence, Hermione broke it. "Do you...do you regret sleeping with me...now that you know what it caused?"

He thought for a second-just a simple second-before he answered. "Honestly, I would never regret sleeping with you. But...I think that we couldn't have chosen a more worse time to do so...or at least a more worse time to forget protection. We are in the middle of a war, Hermione. We are on the run with people wanting our heads and our wands snapped. I just can't imagine bringing a child into this world when its like this. It...no...they will be in danger, without a doubt. I would like to end it before they come."

Hermione smiled at him. "Now you're thinking positively. That's a big step."

He looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"You said 'I would like to end it before they come'. Before this, you were saying how you were going to die no matter what. I was just saying that I was happy you were now thinking positively about your fate. You were thinking you have a chance to defeat him," she explained.

He smiled and nodded, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was to be a father in about seven months time, if nothing went wrong. He did not want to get attached to the wonderful fantasies that were reeling in his head, but he could not help but do it anyway. He and Hermione were sitting on a swing on the back porch of a white house in the countryside with light brown and tan wheat fields in the background. Harry had his arms around her, while she leaned into him. They looked a little older, maybe three or four years older. They were smiling in content and happiness of their peace.

The silence was broken when a tiny voice rang out, "Mummy! Daddy!" They looked up and saw a small figure running across the backyard from a playset. It was a little boy with sparkling, emerald-green eyes and chocolate-brown hair. He was a boy around three or four years old. Fantasy Harry and Hermione beamed brightly at their running son.

"Oof!" the little boy had tripped over his own feet and fell face down on the ground. The two parents instantly became concerned, but softened and smiled again as he stood up without a scratch and shook his head cutely. Then he continued his pursuit to his parents. Hermione broke away from Harry to reach down to pick up their son. "Mummy! Daddy!" There was a sparkle on her fourth finger on her left hand. It was a beautiful diamond ring that fit her perfectly. It wasn't the size that just fit her, it was the sight of her with it on. It was like she was made for the ring. Their son giggled as he was tickled by his father. "Dad-dy! That tickles!"

"It's supposed to tickle, James!" he said back.

Hermione grinned at him and leaned in to kiss him after he was done "torturing" their little boy.

"Ewww!" James cried covering his eyes with his small hands, but smiling nevertheless.

Harry and Hermione proceeded to kiss passionately, nothing explicit, but still loving.

He smiled at the... What was a good word for it? A dream? A fantasy? A wish? Yeah, that was it. It was a wish he wanted with all his heart, but couldn't have it just yet. He wanted to treasure the wish forever. Keep it in his heart for all eternity. It was a perfect world wished upon in a imperfect one. The only way to have it is to defeat the imperfect world and survive it, which was almost one hundred percent impossible for the teenager. "Are you going to leave me now?" he asked fearful of being fully abandoned, but understood perfectly why she had to leave. "I won't judge you like I did Ron. I'll understand. In fact, I support it completely." He gave her a small smile.

She did not return it. "No, Harry. I'm not leaving. I understand I am with child, but I will not leave you. I understand I'm being selfish for not thinking about an innocent life, but you need help, Harry, and there's no one else. I put hundreds of spells and charms on my stomach to keep our child safe. I could survive the Killing Curse even. I want to help you." She paused for a second before continuing. "You tell me to back off-you tell me something is too dangerous...I will listen. I will back off. I promise."

Harry sighed. He wanted to reason with her. Wanted to tell her to go somewhere safe, but then he realized that there was none. He wanted her safe and away from him to protect her and the baby, but knew that if he tried to reason with her, he'd lose. She had that fire in her that never gave up and never went out. He nodded. "I won't argue with you...because you and I both know that I will lose." They chuckled.

"So, this is really happening? We are going to have a baby?" he asked incredulously after a minute.

Hermione nodded. "Yeah." She almost could not believe it either. She slowly slid her hand to her stomach and rubbed it affectionately. Maybe this would not be so bad. Having a child during a war. Being pregnant on the run was like a challenge only she could do. It was her task. She had two of them. To help Harry and to keep her unborn baby alive and well. Her little Harry. She smiled as she thought of the child growing inside of her. Harry's baby. Her best friend's baby. The man she loved's baby.

Ron would be furious, but she didn't give a fucking damn what he felt. He abandoned them and he lost his chance to stop them.

She wondered where he was. Was he pigging out on his mother's gourmet buffet after eating meager meals for a few months? Was he sleeping in a warm, comfortable bed, relieved he was no longer in a cot? Was he drowning himself in a warm shower? Hermione was not furious. She was way past that. She was loathing the red-haired pig! "I do not think I will ever forgive Ron," she said.

"Me neither," he responded. "Idiot."

"Let's not think about him anymore. He's probably not even thinking about us anyway."

Harry nodded agreeing. "I think we need to make some changes around here. You're pregnant and refuse to get any help from anyone else but me. We need to do something about it. We need to discretely go to a small town and get a lot of food. We're feeding three people here again now. We can even put a charm on the food so it will never spoil. Its risky-but necessary. I'll charm your bed to make it more comfortable. From now on, I will do the watches. I will get some sleep though. No one has to watch twenty-four seven. I'm sure we will be fine. We won't move around as much, but we will be as discrete and under the radar as possible."

Hermione smiled to herself at how Harry was handling this. He was very calm. She was happy he didn't run away or anything. He was being all cute pampering her up, making her comfortable. She kissed his mouth. He was caught off-guard, but responded, kissing her back. It got a little heated, but they stopped themselves before it could go any further.

Harry pulled back and smiled at her. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied.

Two Death Eaters holding on tight to a young man by the arms with their wands pointed at his back, pushing him toward their Master. "Oh, boy, Master will be happy to see you," one said.

The young man smiled. "I hope he will."

They led him inside of Riddle Mansion, up the stairs, down the hall, to the study where Voldemort was plotting his plan. "Master, we have a good one for you." They threw him on the ground in front of Voldemort. The young man bowed to him respectfully.

"Why are you bowing, blood-traitor?"

The young man raised his head and looked at the Dark Lord. "I'm tired of losing. I lost everything. I lost my best friend. The girl I wanted. I lost my life. I'm a man who doesn't like to lose one bit! I was on Harry Potter's side, but I can see that he's losing and that this is the winning side. I'm tired! I'm hungry! I'm cold! I want to join you...my Master."

"Who are you exactly?" Voldemort asked curiously. He knew who he was, just could not put a name to his face.

"Ronald Weasley."

TBC...

Whoa, bet you weren't expecting that! Haha. I bet you were. Haha. Well, I decided to continue it. Hope you liked it. I know and understand if you hate me for doing that to Ron, but I really don't give a damn. Haha. Ron shouldn't have left in the real book.

So, I have a paper do in about a week. Haha. And I have not started on it. I am a horrible person. Haha. I'm working on the next chapters of Found, Bound, Arranged, Adopted, and Beginnings. I have the drafts.

Anyway, Pleez review!

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