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Three words. That's all it would take. She knew that as soon as the words left her mouth, her life would change forever. Their life would change forever. A bead of sweat rolled down her back as she contemplated exactly how to approach the subject. The room felt uncomfortably warm and stuffy, but he seemed fine. 'Should I tell him? Is it worth it?'Of course it was. After all, she had invited him to the room of requirement with a purpose, and there was no way out of it now. She eyed him before quickly looking away. 'This is too hard…'But it had to be done. Taking a slow, deep breath, she closed her eyes. Her face showed her nervousness, and he could tell.

He watched her silently, her internal conflict showing obviously on her face. She bit her lower lip nervously and opened her eyes. She glanced at him again. He held a cup of tea, gone cold already, but he wasn't about to tell her. No, he was waiting. Waiting for her to get the courage she needed to tell him exactly why he was here, sitting on a couch, and not in bed with her like they were accustomed to when in this room. Getting more than a little frustrated, he cleared his throat. She flinched, and her attention was on him once again. 'I have to do this, it's now or never...and it can't be never.'With a newfound determination, she looked at him straight in the eyes. She opened her mouth, and he looked back at her warily.

"Ron, I'm pregnant", she told him confidently.

He looked at her with wide eyes. Realization slowly crept into him. He placed the cold cup of tea on the table and sighed. His right hand made its way up to his head and he closed his eyes as he combed through his red hair. 'Damn!'That's all he thought. He looked at her with a face of disbelief. Her confident face slowly faded to a frown. 'Why isn't he happy?'They continued to look at each other, until he finally spoke.

"Hermione…the time's we've been together…w-we were careful, weren't we? There's no possible way you can be pregnant! Besides, we're still in school. We're too young to be parents right now."

She looked away from him. 'I can't believe him. He's denying this!'"I can't believe you're actually trying to get out of this!" She scoffed. "I thought you loved me, Ron."

"I do love you! But, I don't want that kind of responsibility right now. Please Hermione, you can't be serious, tell me this isn't true! Tell me you're just joking with me. " He pleaded with her

"I'm sorry, but it's no joke, and if you haven't noticed, we're leaving Hogwarts soon. So don't give me that 'we're still in school' crap!" She said angrily. "You know that ever since I obliviated my parent's memories, I have no family. Don't think this is easy on me! I don't know what to do!" Angry tears were begging to be released from her eyes.

"Hermione, don't try to make me feel guilty, please." He begged her. "What are we going to do with a baby? I don't even have a job yet. You don't have a job. What do you expect us to do?"

"I expect you to support me in my decision to keep this child." She sobbed. "Please Ron, don't act like this. You say you love me, now prove it."

"Fine." That's all he said.Fine.With that, he stood and left her sitting there.

She sat there for a while after he left. She stared at nothing in particular. An obvious sadness could be seen in her eyes. She thought. That's all she could do at this point. 'What am I going to do? He said fine...but what's fine? I don't wang to lose him!'She lowered her head into her hands and cried.'Oh Merlin, let this all be okay. Am I making a mistake in forcing this on him? Maybe I can care for the child on my own. But…I don't want to do it alone, I want him. I love him.'She wiped her eyes and sniffed as she stood. She made her way out into the corridor and walked to Gryffindor tower, giving the necessary password. Before going in, she stopped and took a deep breath. Upon entering, she searched the room for him out of habit. When she didn't see him, she felt a hint of disappointment. With a slight frown on her face, she made her way to her room, not stopping to acknowledge anyone. She wasn't in the mood for pleasantries at the moment. Entering her room, she locked the door and turned off the lights. Without even bothering to change out of her robes, she threw herself on the bed and cried. It was a while before she felt sleep getting to her. Before she closed her eyes and succumbed to it, she thought of Ron
one last time.'I'll give him time to think about it. He'll surely be happy about it once he really has time to think.'With that, she drifted off into sleep.

He lay in his bed, tossing and turning.'oh shit, what am I going to do? I don't want a bloody kid...not with her.'He squeezed his eyes, begging for sleep to take him to a place where he didn't have to think about his current situation.'I should have told her. I should have done it sooner. Why did I let it come to this?'Giving up on sleep, he opened his eyes. 'What will I tell Lavender? She's going to murder me! I promised her I would break up with Hermione.'He rolled onto his back and sighed. 'I can't lose her. But, I can't leave Hermione alone right now. Dammit…that bloody child. I don't love her anymore. But I'll look bad if I leave her.'He continued to think to himself as he once again closed his eyes. 'I'll just have to tell Lavender. She'll have to accept it. After all, the witch can't resist me, no matter what. She won't leave me.'He smirked to himself. When had he become like this? He was out to please himself. He knew he deserved it, after having spent so much time fighting against Voldemort. 'That's right, I was just trying to have a little fun. It's not my fault that witch got herself knocked up. It's not my fault she fell in love. I only say I love her to get her in bed.'His thoughts strayed to Lavender. Her silky brown locks, those plump limps that were capable of wondrous things. Gods, he needed her. Only Lavender could give him what Hermione never could. Passion. Hermione may love him, but she was nothing compared to Lavender in bed. She was shy and inexperienced. Lavender was verbal in what she wanted, and knew exactly how to please. The only reason he stuck around with Hermione for this long was for show. Everyone expected them to be together, and he saw it too. That is, until he realized just how different they were. She was smart, too smart. He was, well, fun. He enjoyed qudditch and having a good time, surrounded by people. She enjoyed reading and being alone. The spark that was once there had completed faded.

"I'm sorry Hermione…" He whispered to himself as he finally fell asleep.

Hey guys! I hope you liked it. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, and I haven't written in a long time, so I hope it's not too horrid. My last two stories were kind of just…abandonded. I wrote them in my middle school days. But I want to start again and actually finish this one. I've wanted to write for a while, but I haven't had the time with all my senior year responsibilities. Hehe. Please review and tell me if you liked it, hated it, or have any suggestions as to how I can make it better. By the way, this WILL be a Hermione/Draco fic. I just have to set it up first. Please bear with me. For those of you who don't like Ron being portrayed as the bad guy, I'm sorry! But it's what I thought up and if you don't like to see a dark or jerky Ron, then you are free to stop reading, because it's how it's going to be. Again, sorry if it's not so great, and I know it's short, but I wanted to start it off just like this. I hope you readers stick around to see what happens next. Until next time!

-nemoliciouss