Undeniable Truths

37~ Babies, Sex, and a Naked DeGroot

I wake up with a pounding in my head and three distinct thoughts: babies, sex, and a naked DeGroot.  I know why I'm thinking about DeGroot, but the other two? I couldn't answer that if my life depended on it.

The last thing I remember from last night is leaving the dinner party. What happened after that? And how does sex and babies play into that? Unless...

I sit up as fast as possible, but I give myself a head rush, so I lay back down. I look around the room, I'm in my bedroom at Percy's house. I turn over to see the other side of my bed is made. So, either it wasn't slept in last night, or the person who slept in it made it before they left.

"Ugh," I groan as I throw off my comforter, "I guess there only way to find out."

I grab my bath robe, wrap it around myself, and make my way downstairs. As soon as I enter the hall I'm met with the smell of breakfast, and my stomach rumbles. In my confusion, I didn't realize just how hungry I am.

I hurry the rest of the way to the kitchen, almost falling several times on the tile floor in my socks. I enter the kitchen and take a stool at the island.

"Did you sleep well?" Percy asks with his back to me.

"Umm, yeah. Great actually, and you?" I respond awkwardly.

He continues to stare at the stove, "Not really, actually."

I pale at that comment, did I do something wrong? "And why is that," I ask.

Percy sighs as he turns around, but still refuses to meet my gaze, "As if you don't know," he whispers.

"What do you mean..." it comes out as more of a panicked statement than a question.

Percy takes his hand through his hair and sighs, "You're really going to make me say it, aren't you?"

"I don't..."

"A child, Hermione?" I flinch at the way he says my name, "Or marriage ? We've only been together for four and a half months. How could you possibly be ready for that?" He rakes his hand through his hair again, "I love you, Hermione, but I'm not ready for that yet. Okay?"

I cover my face and run from the room. What have I done? What did I say that set this off? There's so many thoughts running through my head as I run to my room. I walk in, close the door, and use my wand to lock it.

I can't believe I could insinuate to Percy that I wanted a baby. I'm so embarrassed. And to think that it troubled him to the point that he couldn't sleep. I can't stomach it.

I flop down on my bed and just lay there. I dont know which is worse, the thought of me telling Percy I wanted a baby, or the fact that Percy was so disgusted by the idea of it that he couldn't sleep. Did we fight about it last night? What happened last night?

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(Flash back)

"Then Let's do it," Hermione states.

Percy bends over to pick up his keys, "You're drunk, we can discuss this when you're in a better state of mind."

"I am not drunk, Percy! I'm being serious. I want a baby. No, scratch that, I want your baby."

"You don't know what you're saying," Percy snaps as he makes to leave to his room.

Hermione lunges forward and grabs his arm, "Why won't you take me seriously?"

Percy breaks his arm loose and chuckles unhumorously, "You can barely stand without swaying, and you want me to believe that you're not drunk. Not to mention, you're saying you want to have a baby right now. You're not thinking straight, and honestly I find that humorous. The greatest witch of her age is begging her boyfriend of four months to have a baby with her. You're completely mental."

"I am not!" Hermione shouts as Percy goes into his room.

"Go to bed and sleep it off, and we'll discuss this in the morning," Percy shouts from his room.

Hermione goes upstairs, "You can't tell me what to do! You're not my father!"