With you in my Arms

3. Why had it to be him?

Hermione was sitting in Harry's kitchen and looked, as if she hadn't slept for a week. Which wasn't that far off from the truth. The last three days she had been crying herself to sleep. She didn't want to think about what she knew to be the truth. Her life was over. She wouldn't be able to do the healer training. She wouldn't be able to do the travelling she had dreamed about doing. Would she ever get her parents back? What would they say, when they found out about her behaviour? In just one night she had lost all her dreams, all her hopes and any happy future she had ever imagined she would have.

"Hermione?"

It was Harry calling form the hall.

"In here."

He swept through the door with a big smile and hugged her. It was only then that he saw her face.

"What... has... happened?"

She just looked at him. There was despair written in big letters all over her face. He sat next to her.

"What has happened, Hermione?"

"It's all over." She simple stated.

"What do you mean? It's all over."

"I can kiss my future goodbye. Anything I have planned is not gonna happen. Nothing of it."

"Why?"

"You remember me being sick all the time?"

"Has that settled down? Or do I have to have a word with that Head Healer?"

"You are not the most worldly person, are you?"

He glared at her. What was that suppose to mean.

"Has anybody ever told you why women are being sick all the time?"

"They are ill?"

He felt a bit stupid. What was she on about?

"They are pregnant."

There was no reply or reaction from him for the next five minutes. He just sat there and stared at her.

"I thought, that you and Ron wanted to wait? That is at least what Ron told me."

"It isn't Ron's."

A very simple statement which in Harry's case surpassed the stunning capabilities of Stupefy by quite a bit.

"You are... Are you sure? I mean, really sure?"

"Yes, I am."

"And..."

He felt the urge to say something, but there was nothing he could think of.

"I know, I am missing something here. You haven't... done it with Ron?"

"No."

"And you are pregnant?"

"Yes."

"Hermione, even I know that you need some male input for that."

"Yes, Harry. Male input is the right way to put it."

"So you slept with... Whom?"

"I can't tell you. You wouldn't believe me, if I did."

"Try me."

"Are you really sure? It might be somebody totally revolting."

"What? Like the ferret?"

She cringed and he noticed.

"Tell me, you didn't! Not with him!"

She just looked at him. He groaned.