Disclaimer: Harry Potter and friends (and enemies) all belong to the lovely and talented Joanna K. Rowling.

Tearstains Chapter One Flashback

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"Ssssh... It's alright."

"You're right.

End Flashback

"Okay, it's time," Ginny told me, heaving a big sigh.

I swallowed hard. "Just read it already," I instructed.

"Okay, umm... It is..." Ginny said as she studied the pregnancy test against the booklet that had come with it.

Negative. Negative. Negative. Negative. Negative. I pleaded silently in my head.

I heard Ginny give a quick and quiet but sharp intake of breath.

"What is it?" I whispered. My voice was barely working.

"Positive," Ginny answered in an equally quiet voice.

Positive? That was impossible. I wasn't pregnant. I couldn't be! I hadn't even started my seventh year at Hogwarts! I wasn't ready to be a mother!

I turned to Ginny and she hugged me. The tears were cascading down my face, dampening the shoulder her black sweatshirt.

"Sssssh... It's alright," she told me, rubbing my back. I realized that she had said the same thing that the father of this god-forsaken child had said before... Well, before the kid was conceived. I cried harder. "The hardest part is just going to be telling Ron," she promised.

I licked my lips. I hadn't told her the truth yet.

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"Hey, Ron," I said, entering his bedroom later that day. "Look, I really need to talk to you.

"What is it?" he asked, putting down the book he had been reading.

I closed my eyes and sat down on the bed that had been set up for Harry next to Ron's bed. This was ten times harder than I had imagined it to be.

"Well... I don't really know how to ease into telling you this, so I'm just going to be straightforward with you," I told him, my eyes still closed tightly. "I'm pregnant." I spat out the last words as though they were a bad taste in my mouth. They were.

"What?" Ron breathed. "Is this some kind of joke, Hermione? Because if it is-" I interrupted him.

"It's not, Ron. Why would I lie to you about this?" I said, opening my eyes.

"But, Hermione... We've never -" Ron started.

The tears started pouring out again. "I know.

As much as Ron may have hated me at that moment, I knew that deep down inside he still loved me as he pulled my frail figure into a tight hug. I cursed myself for being such a bitch. How could I have done such a thing to Ron? To myself! If I had known the consequences, I know I would have never done that...

For the first time ever, I didn't want to go back to school.

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I told Mrs. Weasley before I told my own parents. After all, I was staying at her house and I needed a reason to be leaving.

"Oh, Hermione," she said sadly, giving me a big bear hug. It took all my strength to keep from crying again. I had been doing a lot of that lately.

"Thanks for letting me stay here, Mrs. Weasley," I replied gratefully. Or at least I felt grateful. My voice probably didn't sound it, though.

I hugged Ginny. She told me she'd visit me. Then I left. I didn't want to leave. Even though being at the Weasley's house meant being with Ron, it still would be more comfortable than being at my own house. I didn't want to have to tell even more people the news. By now the whole Weasley family plus Harry knew, and that's a lot in itself. Every time I told someone, it became more real. I was pregnant. In nine months I would have a child. A child I would have to take care of and care for and feed and change the diapers of. It was almost too much information and fear for my brain to hold in. That's why I cried.

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"Hi Mom and Dad," I said, hugging my parents and plastering a fake smile on my face. But nothing could disguise the red tearstains running down my face.

"Hermione," my mother said worriedly. "What's wrong?" She wore a look of concern that added more wrinkles to her face.

"I really have to tell you guys something," I said, following my parents into the living room.

"Yes, we know. You told us in your letter," my mom reminded me.

"Hermione," my dad said seriously. "Has anyone hurt you in anyway?" My dad said this so seriously I almost laughed for the first time in two weeks. It wasn't enough though. Nothing would be enough to make me smile again.

"No, Dad," I reassured him. "Well, no one except for maybe myself. I'm just going to be straightforward with you two about this," I said, repeating the speech I had used on Ron. My eyes were squeezed shut tightly. "I. Am. Pregnant." I told them robotically. It almost felt like a ritual; I had said it so many times. Still it didn't feel real. It wouldn't be real until my stomach started to grow and probably not until my water broke. But I had to believe it. I had to know that this horrible thing was really happening to me.

"What?" my mom whispered, her mouth in a huge "o" shape.

"Is it with that Ronald boy that visited last year? Because he seems like a nice boy..." my father started to say. I interrupted him.

"That's the thing," I said, my voice wavering. "It's not with him. I never... Did that with him." I threw my head into my hands, tears slipping through the cracks between my fingers. I had never felt so incredibly guilty in my whole entire life.

After a moments' silence, my dad finally spoke. "Who's the father then?" he asked.

I took a deep breath before answering the question.

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Now the only people who knew the truth were Ginny and my parents. Ron didn't exactly want to know. I decided that I would wait until school started up again before I'd tell everyone the truth. But I knew the longer I postponed it, the more it hurt, and the more the truth ate away at me from the inside.

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A/N: Okay, this is my first attempt at a serious story. Success or failure? Be truthful but PLEASE no flamers! And who do you guys want the dad to be?