A/N: This story will be immensely short, like 3 or four chapters. Just a little something that popped into my head.

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The Hardest Choice

I always thought that it would be an easy choice to make. It was easy enough for me to say that I would never get an abortion, not because I thought that it was wrong, but because it wasn’t something I would ever do. I’m pro-choice, you see, though I don’t really believe in abortion itself. You want to do it, fine, but not me, no, never.

And then I got pregnant.

You know how it goes. First, a right state of denial. Then, a fit of rage. I was scared. I didn’t tell Ron at first, because I was afraid that he would be mad. He was like that sometimes; he didn’t think things through before reacting, and he might get defensive. Foolishly in my desperate state, I also believed that he would force me to do what he wanted, without my input. Deep down, I knew that this was not true. As harsh as his comments can be, I knew that he would never put me in that kind of situation. It wouldn’t be his childhood to give up, not his dreams and wishes. It would be mine. I know that he’s always wanted a large family, but not so soon. We were only just starting our last year of school, having talked Harry into coming with us.

We had used protection, of course, but apparently the incantation had not worked. I was a wreck.

Harry found out first on his own. I was moody and snappish, and I think he had suspicions from the start. I knew that even if he didn’t know, he wouldn’t say anything out loud. That wasn’t like him. Ron, on the other hand, just thought I was acting the way I was because it was NEWT year.

“Hermione, you’ve got to stop being so cruel,” he said to me one spectacular September day, “If you’re acting like this because you don’t think you’ll ace everything, that’s a load of rubbish. You’ll do fine.”

Though I was grateful for his belief in me, I was still not myself. The day Harry found out, I had sworn him to secrecy. He walked into the prefect’s bathroom one day, to hear someone retching. Alarmed, he had opened the stall only to discover me, his best friend, on my knees in front of the bowl. He asked me what was wrong, and I just broke down on his shoulder, not able to say anything. Then he figured it out.

“You’re not… Hermione, you’re not pregnant, are you?” he asked in disbelief.

I only sobbed harder, grabbing him around the neck and burying my face into his chest for comfort.

“Oh my god,” he whispered quietly.

He wrapped his arms around me like a brother I never had, and we sat there like that on the floor of the bathroom. I let all of my tears out in a stream, like a wave of all of the feelings I had been keeping inside.

“When did it happen?” he asked me softly, helping me to stand up on my shaking legs.

I flushed the toilet and said in a choking voice, “Two weeks ago. After we found the last horcrux.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “I can’t keep it. I have to finish my education. I figured it out. I’m due on June the twelfth.”

Harry nodded.

“I’ll support you, Hermione,” he said as I cleaned out my mouth, “All the way till the end.”

“Thanks Harry I –” I stopped and looked at him, “you won’t tell Ron, will you? Please don’t tell him!”

“I won’t, I swear it,” he said, and I calmed down a little, “but you should tell him soon; I’m sure he’d like to know.”

I looked down at my feet.

“I know, I know…” I said softly, wondering how he would take it.

A/N: Like i said, short, but she's got a desicion to make and a boyfriend to confess to. so keep reading. reviews are, as always, appreciated and proof that people read. Thanks!