Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling,
various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner
Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Again, thank you to everyone who reviewed, a lot of thanks to my Beta reader. To
all the confused reviewers and readers out there, Hermione is sending a lot of mixed messages to Harry. She loves him
but she throws books at him, Harry can't understand what she honestly wants from him… Izzieq, you have a point, and
hopefully this chapter will seek some answers to your questions.
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Chapter 4: Are you or are you not?
Two weeks had passed since the night at the Weasley's, when all hell had broken loose, everything changed. The quiet flat on number 30 Warren Street would never be the same again.
The neighbors had never complained about shouts coming from flat number 30, not until now. They heard the muffled shouts at noon and they heard loud shouting and cursing clearly in the evenings. But the worst was sound of loud sobs, pounding on the walls and things breaking, echoing from behind the walls.
It was Friday, and extremely late, for both muggles and wizards alike.
Harry had stormed into the Living Room, looking angrily in every direction. He was sure he had left his Game-Charts somewhere in the flat, but he wasn't able to find them since he had started looking for them that morning. He was now looking in some of the drawers, while scattering things all over the floor.
A soft *pop* was heard as Hermione apparated into the flat from work, extremely tired. She started to walk toward him, as she saw his body bent over franticly searching for something. Suddenly, she gave a loud shriek; Hermione had tripped over something and fell face down on the cluttered floor.
Harry, who didn't hear her arrive, spun around quickly when he heard her. He looked down at the now very irritated Hermione. All he could do was offer her his hand, which she didn't take. She stood up by herself and glared at him.
"Harry James Potter," Hermione said through gritted teeth, "how many times have I told you not to leave things lying around the house," her voice rising.
"It was a mistake, I didn't notice. I was looking for my-" he said defensively.
"How could you not notice all these things? They are all over the floor!" she accused him, waving her hand at the mess.
"If you noticed it, don't blame me for your fall. You saw it was there," retorted Harry, trying to put the blame on her.
"What? Your saying that it's my fault I fell? Bloody hell Harry, can you hear what you're saying?" asked Hermione angrily
"I'm not deaf, and I can hear myself just fine! Don't try and blame me for your mistakes," snapped Harry.
"Oh! How stupid could I be? The great Harry Potter never makes mistakes, he's SO perfect, he can't do anything wrong. I guess I'm so stupid, it's a miracle I can even apparate home," Hermione said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Now you listen to me, I did not call you stupid. I only said it was you who made the mistake, and you should-" Harry was cut off by Hermione, who looked more shocked than ever.
"NO, YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME, MATE. If you hadn't made that mistake, you sure as hell made one now," she yelled at the top of her lungs.
Having nothing more to say, she walked into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Harry heard her lock it and mutter a few spells, which he was sure would prevent him from apparateing into the room or trying to get in by using any kind of magic.
"She has a lot of fire, that one, mate," someone's voice boomed out from behind him.
Harry turned around, so quickly he almost twisted his neck, and there he was face to face with Fred Weasley, whose head was positioned in the fireplace, smiling brightly.
"How long have you been there," Harry asked with a grim expression on his face.
"Let's just say that I've seen enough of your girlfriend's mood swings, to bring back all the nice memories of the times before Angie started to get as big as a house." He laughed, and by his expression, he didn't really mean the last part.
"I will feel very sorry for you if she's lurking somewhere behind you," Harry said warningly. Upon hearing those words, Fred's smiling face turned briefly around, then turned back to Harry.
"Nope, not there. I will be able to hear her if she's coming, probably yelling and complaining about how it's my fault she's that big." His smile was getting bigger by the minute, and Harry didn't understand why.
"I don't get you sometimes. Your wife is pregnant and cranky most of her waking hours, yet you are thrilled about it. Why?" Harry asked, curious to hear his response.
"For one thing, it's funnier. It's the times she gets really cynical and doesn't make any sense at all that I laugh, behind her back, of course. And secondly, when Angelina is mad, she becomes all emotional and starts crying and blaming herself, and I get out of every single fight as the winner." He smiled, feeling proud of his wife's lack of emotional stability.
"Now you are starting to scare me." Harry took a step back.
"Hermione starts to remind me of Angie in the first two weeks, getting upset at every single thing, then running to the bedroom crying her eyes out. Be careful mate, next thing she will be throwing up everywhere." He said with a smirk.
Harry looked at him weirdly, a sick expression on his face.
For the past two weeks Hermione had been yelling and fighting with him, then locking herself in the bedroom and crying. What if she starts getting sick? that can only mean one thing. But it's not possible; they were careful, weren't they?
'Oh lord, what have I done?' he thought startlingly.
"You ok, mate?" asked a worried Fred, who stopped talking as soon as he saw the look on Harry's face.
"Fred! It can't be, it's not possible," Harry replied, absolutely terrified.
"What are you talking about, Harry? What's not possible?" Fred asked again.
"SHE!" he yelled.
"What?" Fred started to think Harry was going crazy.
"She's been very sick in the last few mornings, I could see how green she was when she left the bathroom." Harry approached the fireplace, and whispered.
"WHAT?!" Fred yelled.
"Shh! Be quiet." Harry responded with panic, afraid that Hermione will come out and start asking questions. But Fred didn't care, he was too happy.
"Oh just wait until Mum hears this! She will get a stroke, and Ron! They will-" Fred's whispering voice was cut off, as another head joined him in the fireplace.
"Harry Potter! You did what?" Angelina shouted, as Fred put a hand to his ear. Angelina Weasley, a very angry one at that, was staring at him.
"I-" He tried to explain.
"You what? Irresponsible... idiot... what?" She snapped.
"No! I didn't-" He tried to explain again.
"You know what? I don't want to listen! I'm telling Molly." And now he was doomed.
"Sorry, mate, I'll try and stop her. If everyone is at your place in fifteen minutes, don't say I didn't try." Fred said apologetically.
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As the fire died down, and Fred's head had vanished, Harry kicked all the things from the middle of the Living Room aside, his Game-Charts long forgotten on the table. He sank into the nearest armchair, deep in thought, staring blankly at the muggle clock.
After 5 minutes of staring, a loud *crack* was heard, and Fred stood in front of him.
"Listen mate, she went crazy! Total mental, I say. She sent an urgent owl to Mum, she told Ron through the floo-network, and she was about to apparate over to Ginny's when I left. So expect Ron to be the first to arrive, he went into some kind of shock just to warn you. Give Mum ten minutes, and Ginny will be the last one." Fred said quickly.
"But why will Ginny be last?" Harry asked, confused. "I thought she apparated to her house?" He eyed Fred.
"Well," He said breaking into a big grin, "I let her sit down on the couch, it will take her quite some time to get up." He laughed.
Suddenly a *pop* was heard in the Living Room and Lavender appeared; she was still in her nightclothes.
"Harry, is it true?! I need to know, is she really?" She asked worriedly, but he could see a slight smile.
"I don't know, I wasn't sure. By what Fred told me, it seemed-" He was cut off by another *crack*.
"You!" Ron stood there, his wand pointing at Harry. As he was becoming angrier his face became as red as his hair.
"Ron, Calm down." Harry tried.
"No I won't! You got my best-friend pregnant!" He yelled, the vein in his forehead threatening to pop out.
"That's just the thing! I didn't. Fred told me-" He didn't get to finish the sentence, because Ron's anger was boiling.
"I don't want to hear it! When you got together you promised me you wouldn't hurt her, and you broke that promise Harry! She's sitting in her room, crying!" He accused him angrily.
"Ron! Listen to me. She's crying because-" Harry didn't have any luck talking today, this time it was a loud boom that was heard and the fire rose in the fireplace. The very angry faces of Molly, still in her nightgown, and a shocked Arthur were looking at him.
"Harry James Potter! I raised you as my own son, loved you and looked after you when you left school. And to think you listened all those times when we talked to you! This is how you repay me, with this! You're not even married!"
"Mum, I didn't." Harry tried to say, but she didn't looked convinced.
"Dad, you don't believe I would do such thing, right?" He looked at him, his voice begging.
"I'm sorry son," Arthur told him, "But I don't know what to believe."
He kept looking at him in shock.
"Don't lie Harry. I know you wanted to get her pregnant, because it was the only way she will agree to marry you. You told me yourself two weeks ago; you wanted to, and she didn't. That is just... just... low!" Ron said with a disgusted look on his face.
"RON!" came a yelling voice from behind him, and he turned around to come face to face with his sister. Ginny, Draco and Angelina were all standing there; Ginny had a very disappointed look on her face.
"Ginny, finally you're here-" She didn't let him finish.
"Shut it Ron." He looked at her in amazement, "Do you want to marry her, Harry?" She asked softly, reaching for his hands.
"Yes" He replied, not thinking twice about the answer.
"And did you get her pregnant?" She asked anxiously.
"I'm not sure, I think I didn't. But if Fred was right, maybe I did. And I didn't do it because I wanted to force her to marry me!" He said the last part while glaring at Ron.
"What do you mean you don't know? Either you did or you didn't!" Ron scolded him, a little calmer now.
"I'm sorry, Ron! But I didn't have the chance to ask her yet!" Harry yelled, getting really fed up with Ron's behavior.
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Hermione had been sitting in her room the whole time, still crying from her argument with Harry. The moment she entered the bedroom, she put every single spell on it she knew. She couldn't hear what was going outside, and he couldn't hear what was going on inside.
She stayed in there for almost an hour, thinking about how silly it was. He just made a little mess, and she had freaked out like there was no tomorrow.
She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face and take a quick shower. When she was done she changed into her favorite pants (an old pair of Harry's Quidditch trainers) and one of his T-shirts (which he told her not to wear because then he would have nothing to wear) and headed towards the door.
The minute she opened it she was met by the shouting row of Ron and Harry. She looked around very confused, and a little shocked too. She heard the last two sentences Ron and Harry were exchanging just before she stepped fully into the room.
"What's going on here, Harry? You need to ask who what?" She asked, a little startled.
Everyone in the room turned to look at her, all with worried looks on their faces. She didn't look at anyone but Harry, her confusion growing by the minute. The silence was broken by a group of worried voices.
"Hermione, dear, we heard what was going on. Are you all right? Are felling well?" Molly asked her worriedly.
"Err, fine, Molly," She answered slowly, "its no big deal really-" She tried to explain.
"No big deal! No big deal! Have you gone mad?" Ron snapped, "After what he did to you?" He looked at her as if she was mental.
"Ron, what are you going on about? Harry and I had a small problem, and I came out here to sort it out." She said, and then looked at Harry for an explanation.
"SMALL PROBLEM!" He shouted, "Let's see how small it is in eight months." He was now looking angrily between Harry and Hermione.
"Ron! What's got into you?!" She asked, almost smacking his head off (to his great luck, her wand was still in the bedroom).
"Don't act like you don't know!" He yelled. Molly looked as though she was about to faint, and Arthur felt like he was going insane.
"HAVE YOU ALL GONE BLOODY MAD?!" She shouted as hard as she could, making them all jump in surprise and fall silent. "Now," she said more calmly, "Harry and I had a small argument earlier-" She informed them.
"I wouldn't call it small, you were threatening to rip the poor lad's arms out," laughed Fred.
"And-" She narrowed her eyes at him, "I came in here and saw you all yelling at him about it, like a bunch of Doxys!" She snapped, walking over to where Harry stood and clinging to him.
Harry was overjoyed by Hermione's sudden interest in him; usually she would let them all yell at him and just sit back and enjoy it all.
"Hermione, we are not talking about the argument..." Ron said more calmly.
"Then what was it? Because I'm really tired." She said, urging him to answer. But Ron was too confused to answer. Ginny answered instead.
"Herm, I can't tell you the whole thing, but I will tell you what I know.
Fred was talking to Harry today, and in some bizarre way, Harry got the impression that you are, well, pregnant . . ."
After that part Ginny stopped talking and looked at Hermione, who was looking at the ground, trying to avoid everyone's eyes, especially Harry's.
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