Two weeks has passed and Hermione was back to her daily routine of school and studying. She had gotten used to the gossip that was flying around about her and Voldemort. She was even grateful for Harry and Ron defending and protecting her.
It was a lat Saturday night and Hermione, Harry, and Ron were alone in the Common Room finishing up their Potions homework. Hermione, who had of course already finished her homework, was sitting by the fireplace, Crookshanks purring in her lap. She had a lot on her mind lately but a majority of her thoughts were about the child within her. Crookshanks jumped out of her lap and started to chase the shadows on the wall. Hermione looked down at the small swell of her stomach and instinctively started to rub it.
"On no account can I keep this child for it is evil," she thought to herself, "but what if I did keep it? Maybe there is a way for me to raise it to be good like me and not cruel like its father...NO, I am too young to raise a child, and I can't keep it."
She let out a sigh that made Harry and Ron look up from their papers.
"You ok, Hermione?" Harry asked her.
"Yeah Harry I am fine just thinking..." Hermione replied.
Harry finished his essay, rolled it up, and placed it in his bag. He then got up from the table and joined Hermione on the couch.
"Thinking about what?" He asked as he sat down next to her.
"Thinking about the baby and what to do with it after it is born," Hermione replied with another sigh.
Harry glared at the swell of her stomach and noticed that she was rubbing on it.
"Hermione, you can't be thinking about keeping it...it is the child of Voldemort. It is evil and could be dangerous," Harry whispered to her so that Ron couldn't hear him.
"Why not, Harry? It is just a baby after all. Innocent to this world. It is not its fault that its father raped me. Besides what if I raise it well? Teach it to use its magic for good and not evil. I don't think that condemning a child that is not even born yet, because its father is evil and cruel is right, but I don't know what I want to do with it after it is born. Keep it and raise it to do well? Or toss it away with some other family and pretend like it never existed? Or exterminate it immediately after delivery? I don't know..."
She turned and faced the fire as tears started to stream down her face. Harry took his arm and placed it around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Hermione stretched out on the couch and laid her head in Harry's lap. Harry gently stroked her hair while she continued to absentmindly stroke her stomach.
"If you think that you can raise it to be good, which I think you can, then I think that you should keep it...and Ron and I will help out too," Harry said breaking the silence.
"Really? Thank you Harry," Hermione replied placing a hand on his cheek and smiling.
Harry leaned in and kissed her forehead. He then placed his hand on top of the swell and Hermione placed her hand on top of his and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
"Hermione...Hermione wake up."
Hermione's eyes fluttered open. She was still in the common room area but instead of darkness outside there was light. She was still lying on the couch exactly as she was last night except for a few changes. Her head was on a pillow now instead of a lap and a blanket was now covering her. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked sleepily.
"Not too long...5 hours or so. It was really late last night and Ron didn't finish his homework till about 4 in the morning. You fell asleep around 2 and it is now about 7." Harry answered.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders, "You were sleeping so peacefully...I didn't want to wake you so I conjured up the blanket and pillow and left you on the couch. Ron slept in the chair and I slept on the floor."
Hermione stood up and folded the blanket and placed the pillow on top of it and with a tap of her wand made them both disappear. She walked over to the arm chair where Ron was still sound asleep and started to play around with his hair.
A smile came to Ron's face, "Hermione..."
He opened his eyes and Hermione stopped playing with his hair. They went into their respected dormitories to change clothes then they set out for breakfast. They entered the Great Hall which was quite empty since students tend to sleep in on weekends. All eyes were on Hermione but only the piercing grey eyes of Draco Malfoy nerved her.
Harry sensing the tension in her as they sat down leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I am sure that Voldemort told Lucius to place Draco on strict orders to watch you, but trust me when I say that for as long as I have air to breath I won't let no harm come to you or your child."
Hermione relaxed and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek then settled down for breakfast. She glanced over to the slytherin table where Draco was whispering to Crabbe and Goyle. He stopped when he noticed her staring at him his eyes filled with malice and hate. Hermione turned her gaze away from him and continued to eat her breakfast.
"I sure hope that Harry can stay true to his word because I know that Voldemort will come for me and he'll get me one way or the other," She thought to herself.