Fuck fuck fuck.
She was pregnant. Five weeks by at least. Fuck. What am I going to do? she thought. I'm seventeen-fucking years old. FUCK! Fucking Terry. Fuck. Terry. What the fuck am I gonna fucking say. WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO!!!
Hermione sat down on the edge of her bed and bit her fingernails. It was a horrible habit she had, she knew, but whenever she was anxious or nervous or scared, she'd just bite them. Hell, all these years worrying about Harry would have left her nail-less if she wasn't the cleverest witch of her year. Fuck.
Shit. Harry. He was going to flip. And he had warned her. That was the funny thing. Hermione almost laughed. She closed her eyes and fell onto the bed. Tears started leaking out of her eyes and she lay flat on her back and allowed the tears to overtake her.
It shouldn't be like this. You're supposed to be married and love the guy and have a two-story house and have a dog and…
She groaned and dried her tears as she sat up. She was in school. There's no way you can have a baby in school. Think of your reputation. Why bother the whole school knows what we do anyway. Hermione took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
I'm seventeen years old, she thought. There's no way I can have this baby. I'd have to drop out…and how am I even going to afford it? Mum and Dad won't…..Mum and Dad. Crap. Hermione's parents would kill her. Especially her father.
Well, let me go talk to Terry. I mean, he'll know what to do. He'll know. She stood up and cleaned up the potions and closed the door and walked towards the Ravenclaw common room.
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Hermione walked slowly down the halls. She climbed up the stairs with great caution, now that she knew that she was pregnant. Though it didn't really matter.
She reached the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw, with her long black hair gently cascading over her beautiful face. Now that Hermione thought about it, all of Ravenclaw was beautiful. There wasn't an ugly witch or wizard who ever entered that house.
Well that's good, she thought dully. At least the baby would be good-looking.
"Snickers," she said dully to the portrait. Rowena looked down on her. "Not tonight young lady. You'll have to ask your boyfriend the new password. It changed last night."
Hermione waited outside until a younger Ravenclaw allowed her to come in. (The new password was Apple Jacks…go figure) Hermione scanned the blue decorated common room and saw Terry playing cards in a corner with Michael Corner and Anthony Goldstein and another Ravenclaw boy she didn't know. She walked over to them.
Michael looked up and saw Hermione walking. He smiled and called out, "Hey Hermione! Care to join us, or are you on 'strictly business'"? He laughed as Terry scowled at him. Terry looked up from his cards, smiled, and leaned back in his chair as he said, "Hey baby. What are you doing here?" Hermione bit her lip. Terry laughed and said "Uh-oh. Sounds important. You want to go somewhere private sweetheart?" Hermione nodded. Terry said "Be back in a minute. And don't look at my cards! I'm taking you all to the cleaners."
Michael and Anthony said something back and Terry laughed. Suddenly Hermione felt sick to her stomach. Terry pulled her outside the common room. He was still smiling but sobered instantly when he saw Hermione's face. "What's the matter baby?" he asked in a concerned tone.
Hermione said something but he couldn't hear. He leaned in closer and put his hand on her arm. "What baby?" Hermione crossed her arms and closed her eyes and seemed to find the words. "I'm…..p-pregnant."
Terry stared at her. It was quiet and all Hermione could hear was his shallow breathing. She opened her eyes. Then he suddenly said, "Get rid of it." Hermione blinked. Whatever she was expecting, she sure wasn't expecting this.
"What?"
"You heard me, get rid of it. Abort it or….God! How could you have been so stupid!" He started to get angry. He still had his arm on Hermione and he shook her. Hard.
"Why the fuck didn't you use that fucking contraceptive potion you stupid bitch!" He said through gritted teeth. "God! Now…fuck." He ran a hand through his hair and turned around.
Hermione was in tears. "Terry…." Terry spun around and glared at her. Hermione gasped at the look in his eyes.
"Get rid of it," he said through gritted teeth. "Get rid of it and don't bother me about it anymore, okay? Just…Hermione, just get rid of it."
Hermione blinked back her tears. She opened her mouth to say something, but found she couldn't. She nodded and turned her back to him and walked down the stairs.
Terry watched her leave. Fuck, he thought. He swallowed and entered back into the common room. Anthony looked up. "So what did she want? Is she cheating on you? 'Cause I told you, Hermione's not that bad looking, someone'll-"
"It was nothing," Terry interrupted gruffly. Anthony stared at him. Terry cleared his throat. "Just…you know. Needed to know how her man was doing and such. C'mon, let's play."
A/N: Terry. What a ! jerk. But that's what he is. Good choice Hermione!! Review please!!!