Mistake?

A/N: Well, here's the next chapter. I hope that the bombshell that was Deathly Hallows didn't change anyone's opinions on H/Hr. I'll let you guys know that I will still be writing H/Hr til I die…or just run out of ideas. Which ever comes first. Hehe. Anyways, just to let you know, Tonks, Remus, Mad-Eye, Fred, and Hedwig are all alive and well in my fic. They may not make an appearance but they are alive. Teddy, unfortunately doesn't exist yet though.

Oh, and I came up with this idea a while ago and just wanted to see how you guys thought of it. Shortly before I read Deathly Hallows I came up with the idea of re-telling the Harry Potter books in Hermione's POV, and changing some of the bits so it ends in H/Hr and not so many people die. It'll be 7 different stories and it will take a long time, so I want to know before I commit to it if people will want to read it or not.

Chapter One

Luna sat there and watched silently as Hermione dissolved into tears. She didn't quite know what to say to her friend, and felt horrible for it.

“I'm so stupid!” Hermione sobbed, “I should have realized something was wrong when I skipped my time of month, I'm never late!”

“Hermione -”

“I can't believe Harry or I didn't cast the contraceptive charm.” Hermione went on. “I can't believe how irresponsible we were.”

“You couldn't help it, both of you were drunk.” Luna said. She carefully got out of her bed and wrapped her arms around the crying witch. “It's going to be okay.”

“How?” Hermione choked out, shifting slightly so Luna could rest on the arm of the chair. “I'm not ready to be a mother, Luna.”

Luna rubbed Hermione's back gently, “You may feel that way now, but I think that your opinion will change later on.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and reached for a tissue. “This is from your point of view. You have a husband who will help take care of Sam.” She said, dabbing the corners of her eyes. “I have no one.”

“You know that's not true,” Luna said firmly. “Harry will stand by you and help raise this child, Hermione.”

“Sure he'll help.” She said, tossing the tissue into the garbage can. “But I'll still -”

The door opened and Hermione quickly stopped talking as Ron came back into the room carrying a cooing Sam. He stopped short and looked at Hermione, eyes red and puffy, then to Luna. “I just walked in on one of those `girly' moments, didn't I?” He asked. Luna nodded and gave her husband a pointed look. “Right. Well, I'm going to take Sam for another walk…she's too innocent to be hearing these things.”

Hermione couldn't help but giggle a bit as Ron left the room in a hurry. She heard Luna sigh and could imagine her blonde friend shaking her head. “You know, I never thought Ron would be much of a father figure.” Hermione began, looking at the closed door in somewhat of a daze. “But now that I see him with Sam…he really is going to be a great father.”

“That he is.” Luna nodded, smiling slightly.

“Harry would be too…” Hermione's bottom lip began to quiver as tears threatened to fall once again. She was beginning to feel a little embarrassed about crying so much in front of Luna. “He's great with Sean and the other kids.”

“And he'll be great with your child.” Luna said. “You know he'll stick by you once you tell him, right?”

“It isn't that simple, Luna.”

“Why isn't it?”

“He's dating Belle for starters.” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. She grabbed another tissue and blew her nose. “She already hates me. Once she finds out that her boyfriend, the man she's been living with for the past couple of months, got me pregnant she'll flip. She'll go to the papers and ruin his name.”

“Since when did Harry care what the papers said about him?” Luna asked.

“He'll have trouble getting a job.”

“He's training to become an auror and has tons of job propositions already.” Luna rolled her eyes, “Now you're just making up excuses.”

“No I'm not! I'm -”

The door opened again and Ron poked his head into the room, “Is it safe to come back in now?” He asked.

“You just left like five minutes ago.” Hermione said, glaring at the red head.

“Yeah well, Sam's starting to cry…” Ron said, “And Harry's here.”

Luna glanced at Hermione, who put her head in her hands. “Fine.” She mumbled, “We're done. You guys can come in.”

“Are you sure?” Luna whispered. Hermione nodded as Ron entered with Harry, who was carrying the now crying child. He handed her to Luna who rolled her eyes and pulled on the collar of her nightgown. “She's just hungry, Ronald.”

Harry went bright red as Sam began to feed and turned his head, looking away from Luna. Hermione grinned at his discomfort, momentarily forgetting her little problem. She'd tell Harry when she was good and ready.

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Hours later, after returning home from the hospital, Hermione sat down in the middle of her living room with picture albums spread all around her. She had left the hospital feeling strangely nostalgic (why, she had absolutely no idea) and grabbed all the albums she managed to put together after the defeat of Voldemort. Most of the pictures were from Colin and there was a collection of her own that she took when the boys didn't think she was looking.

Currently, Hermione was flipping through some pictures she managed to scrape together from first year. She smiled at a picture that was taken shortly after New Years, Harry and Ron were sitting on the arms of a big chair in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione sitting in the chair. She couldn't help but giggle at how uncomfortable the two looked, shooting uncomfortable glances at each other every once and a while.

Hermione turned the page and her smile dropped. There was a picture of Harry that Colin must have taken in his second year. Harry was sitting in a chair by a window staring out with a lost expression on his face. Every once in a while he'd sigh and look down at his lap where a book lay open. He looked so lonely.

Looking closely, Hermione quickly figured out that the picture was taken shortly after Sirius had escaped Hogwarts with Buckbeak. She remembered how excited Harry was when he told her that Sirius invited Harry to live with him after they cleared his name. He looked so happy with the knowledge that he was going to have a family and then it was cruelly taken away from him.

Hermione closed the album and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. She realized she was being selfish, not wanting to tell Harry that she was pregnant. All he wanted in life was to have a family, and Hermione was - for a moment - wanting to take that away from him. She felt horrible.

“I've got to tell him.” Hermione nodded to herself and gathered up all the albums. She put them back in their rightful places then turned and apparated into the hallway of Harry's home. “Hello? Harry?”

Hermione's stomach dropped when Belle walked into the hall. She gave Hermione a once over, her perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. “What do you want?” Since Harry wasn't in their presence, Belle didn't bother to try and cover up the resentment in her voice.

“Is Harry here?” The brunette asked coolly.

“No, he isn't.” Belle crossed her arms and gave Hermione a smirk.

“Well, where is he?” Her patience was beginning to wear thin at Belle's attitude. Oh how she wished she could hex that little bimbo into oblivion. “It's kind of important.”

“Well he isn't here.”

“Yes, we established that already.” Hermione rolled her eyes. She was acting like a child.

“Belle? Is that Hermione I hear?” Harry called out from the kitchen. Hermione jumped then glared at Belle.

“Isn't here, is he?” Hermione snapped. Belle just shrugged. “Yeah, it's me Harry.” She left the woman in the hallway and made her way into the kitchen. Harry was standing at the stove stirring a steaming pot. He grinned at Hermione.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, putting the lid on the pot. Harry leaned against the counter as Belle sauntered into the room.

“Um…” Now that she was face to face with Harry, Hermione was feeling a lot less brave then when she was back at her flat. “I was kind of hoping we could talk…”

“Is everything okay?” Harry asked, concerned.

“Yeah.” Hermione said, trying to sound cheerful. She inwardly winced as her voice cracked. “Everything's fine.”

“We can use my office to talk,” Harry turned off the stove and put a heating charm over the pot. “I'll be back, Belle.”

“Wait just a damn minute.” Belle said as Harry led Hermione out of the kitchen. They stopped and looked back at her.

“What?” Harry said. He looked slightly surprised at his girlfriend's outburst.

“Why do you have to speak to her alone?” She said, glaring at Hermione. “I'm apart of Harry's life now and you should be able say whatever you have to say in front of me too.”

Hermione stared at Belle with her mouth open. She could not believe that she had the nerve to say that. Apparently, Harry couldn't believe it either. He glared at Belle and grabbed Hermione's arm, “I can not believe you just said that.” He said. “If Hermione wants to speak to me alone, she can. She doesn't have to say anything in front of you.”

With that, Harry dragged Hermione out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his office. He closed the door and placed a silencing charm on the room, looking irked. “I am so sorry, Hermione.” He said, running a hand through his hair. “She's been getting on my nerves lately.”

Hermione idly rubbed the sport where Harry had grabbed her and looked around the study. He had pictures of her, Ron, Luna and himself on the wall behind his desk and just one lone picture of Belle on his desk. She resisted the urge to smile.

“So, anyways.” Harry said. He walked over to his desk and leaned against it, “You needed to talk?”

“Yeah.” Hermione cleared her throat. “Well, um…” Hermione bit her lip, trying to think of how to start. She had been stupid and just rushed out to go talk to Harry without coming up with a way to ease into the subject.

“Are you okay? You've been acting differently all day.”

Hermione gulped and decided to just go with whatever came to her. “Well, at the hospital today I found out why I've been sick the past few days.” She began.

“You're still sick?” Harry said, frowning. “I thought you said you were feeling back to normal.”

“I am.”

Harry sighed, “Okay. Well what did the doctor say?”

Hermione bit her lip again and rubbed the back of her neck, looking at anything but Harry. “Remember a couple months ago when we got drunk and ended up…sleeping together?” She asked.

“Yes…” Harry replied slowly, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Hermione, what…?”

“Well…” Hermione cleared her throat and then, summoning all the courage she had in her, looked Harry right in the eyes. “Harry, I'm pregnant.”

Harry's breath hitched and his eyes widened as he stared, opened mouthed, at Hermione. “You're…” He squeaked, “You're pregnant?”

Hermione nodded. “We were both stupid that night.” She murmured.

“That's an understatement.” Harry snorted. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled loudly. “Pregnant.” He said again. “Oh Merlin.”

“I'm sorry Harry.” Hermione whispered. She lowered her head so he wouldn't see the tears that were starting to form. “I understand if you want nothing to do with this baby…”

Harry's head snapped up and his eyes widened at her comment. “Nothing to - Hermione, do you really think I would do something like that?” He asked, looking insulted.

“Well, no.” Hermione admitted, blushing. “It's just that I know you're with Belle and…”

At the mention of Belle, Harry paled. He took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Belle is going to go spare when she hears this.” He said, massaging his temples now.

“Are you going to tell her right away?” Hermione asked.

“I really have no idea.” He said. “I think I need get used to the fact that I'm going to be a father first.”

Hermione smiled brightly as Harry spoke. Her biggest fear was that Harry was going to turn his back on her, even though she knew that he had wanted a family more then anything else, and he just confirmed that he would stick by her.

Harry walked up to Hermione and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head. “We'll get through this together.” He said. “One step at a time.”

Hermione's smile widened, sure it wasn't a love confession like Hermione had secretly fantasized but it was better then nothing. She reluctantly pulled away from Harry after a couple of minutes. “I should go.” She said, “I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“All right.” Harry said, smiling.

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Hermione had a huge grin on her face as she apparated into the hallway of Ron and Luna's home. They were allowed to bring Sam home shortly after Hermione had left the hospital and she wanted to see how her homecoming was.

“Hello?” She called out.

“Hermione?” Luna called out from the living room.

Hermione walked into the living room and smiled at the blonde, who was sitting on the couch folding some of Sam's baby clothes she had received as gifts. “Hey.”

“Hello.” Luna scooped up the folded clothes and placed them on the coffee table so Hermione could sit down. “What are you doing here?”

“Just came to check up on Sam's homecoming.” Hermione said, sitting down on the couch. “How'd it go?”

“It was fine.” Luna laughed, “She was fast asleep when we brought her home.”

Hermione grinned and leaned back into the couch, staring at the baby clothes on the table. “I told Harry.”

It took Luna a second to realize what her friend was talking about. Her mouth formed an `o' shape, “How did that go?”

“As good as can be expected.” She said softly, “He said he would help of course.”

“You don't sound too happy about it.”

“I guess I was expecting him to confess his love to me or something like that.” She sighed, “Oh well.”

“Hermione, what are you doing here?” Ron asked, walking into the room. He looked concerned when he saw Hermione's downcast expression. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine.” Hermione said, smiling slightly.

“Are you sure?” Ron sat down beside her. “You've been acting weird all day.”

Hermione hesitated, looking at Luna. She may as well tell him before other people found out, knowing he'd be hurt if they told him before Hermione got the chance too. “Well, today I found out -”

The sound of someone apparating cut Hermione off as Ron, Hermione and Luna jumped. Belle stood in the middle of the living room looking absolutely livid. She pointed a shaky finger at Hermione. She looked slightly crazy.

“You,” Belle said, her voice trembling with rage. “You little slut!”

A/N: And there you go. Hope you enjoyed. Hehe I just got a pet fish and named him Norton, he's awesome.

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