Hermione's attitude had changed since everything with the sorting hat. She was nearly a different person. She was even more attentive in Snape's classes than usual. But not to the potions. Only to Snape himself.
But it was the physical changes that everyone - especially the men - had noticed even more. Her breasts were larger and her robes seemed to be tightening. She stood and walked differently and ate much more. Even Malfoy could be seen sparing her chest a peak. It was nearly 2 months after it had all happened and Harry was walking past the woman's toilets.
"HARRY! PSST! Harry! Come in here!" Her voice was low and airy. Her hand reached out and caught his robe, pulling him through the door.
"What is it, Hermione? This is the GIRLS room you know!"
"I know Harry, but I I needed to talk to you and I needed it to be in private!" She said. This was when Harry had noticed her waving her want at everything, silently casting a spell. "Harry I've needed to tell somebody this. Sit" She conjured a chair from the air.
Harry sat and looked at her. She never usually looked this flustered. She had turned around and began unbuttoning her robed.
"What! Hermione! What are you doing?"
"Oh shut up, Harry! Don't you think like that!" She seemed a little insulted that he had even thought that. "It's this."
That's when he saw it. Atop of where her small and flat stomach usually lay was something nobody had ever expected. It was a little and round bump Harry's jaw dropped as a tear fell down Hermione's face.
"Hermione...Who's...How..."
"I don't know whose! There was the hat and then there was... there was... SNAPE!" Hermione's tears came quickly now as she launched into her tale about the hat and Snape, the tale she thought nobody else knew.
"Oh Hermione" Harry said, hugging her kindly "it's alright. Perhaps, we should go see Dumbledore"
"OH NO! He'll be so disappointed!"
"Hermione! He has to know. He can tell you what to do! He won't be disappointed!"
Reluctantly Hermione let Harry lead her out of the bathroom and to the gargoyle that blocked the spiral staircase.
"LEMON SHERBERTS!" Harry shouted at it.
With a creak and a thump the gargoyle jumped down from the wall. It pointed its stone weapon at the now opening hole in the wall. They descended into the large spiral stairs.
"Oh Harry" Hermione was tearing up again "What will everyone think!"
"Lets just worry about Dumbledore first, Hermione" Harry tried to consul her but was becoming annoyed. He sped his step up a little and they arrived at Dumbledore's door. Harry thudded the brass knocker.
"You may enter, Harry" came the deep and serene voice of Albus Dumbledore "And Hermione too"
They walked in as Dumbledore was taking his seat behind the desk. Hermione clutched at Harry's arm at the sight of the sorting hat. It was chained in a far corner.
"Oh professor! I! I-"
"It's alright Hermione, I know what is going on. I have known for a while"
"HOW!" Hermione demanded "I've only known for a week!"
"I've known for 7" He said simply
Hermione looked shocked. She looked angry. But above all else she looked hurt and betrayed.
"I believe" said Dumbledore softly "That we should bring professor Snape up here. He deserves to know as well"
"NO!" Hermione shouted "I don't. He can't" Her breath was coming now in rasping huffs.
"It is alright, Hermione. He knows as well. He has known"
"But." She looked stricken, like the bloody baron had just flown through her in the lady's room. "Is it his or the Hat's!?"
