I want to write an R/Hr story that is powerful, somewhat messy, and doesn't have straight edges. I want to show a different side to their relationship and turn it over a couple of notches into a more realistic relationship. So, in this story Hermione is not always perfect and Ron is not always clueless. Here you go! Oh, and I rated this T but I think it might border M.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Hermione sat at her desk perfectly still. It was August 25th and in just a week she would start her last year at Hogwarts. She stared at the two letters on her desk. Both would affect the rest of her life, drastically. The first one she had received two weeks ago. It made her smile and feel proud of herself. It was from Hogwarts. The professors had decided to make her Head Girl.

Dear Hermione Granger,

Congratulations, after six years of attendance at Hogwarts and reviewing your records, the staff and I have appointed you to fill the position of Head Girl. Be on the Hogwarts Express September 1st at 10:00 A.M for further instructions. See you fresh and ready and once again, congratulations.

Best Wishes,

Albus Dumbledore

She smiled wider. Her parents had been so proud when they read her letter. Her excitement only increased when she wrote Harry. He too received a letter from Hogwarts telling him that he had been appointed Head Boy. Their last year together was promised to be a great one full of responsibility and honor. The words responsibility and honor made Hermione peek at the other letter. She had received it just yesterday. It made her smile fade and shame washed over her body. It was from her doctor. She had decided to ruin the rest of Hermione's life.

Dear Hermione Granger,

Your test results have come in, and it is confirmed that you are two months pregnant. If you have any questions or concerns, please, contact my offices at the toll free number listed at the foot of this letter.

Keep in touch,

Patricia Gordon

Hermione snorted at the phrase, if you have any questions or concerns. Concerns? Of course, she had concerns. She had been feeling a little under the weather and decided to get a simple check-up before school started. She was supposed to be told that she had a slight cold and should take medicine, or that due to stress and excitement her body was working overtime. However, she was never supposed to be told that she was pregnant. None of the options on her list of possible illnesses should have concluded that she was two months pregnant at that.

Hermione pondered and realized that she had no idea how this could of happen. Well, she knew how it happened. The point was how could she let it happen? Everything was going so well for her, for the most part. She was Head Girl and would graduate in June. She was seventeen, turning eighteen in September, and would become a curse breaker after leaving school. She planned to attend an internship while working at her parent's dentist office. Now, she wasn't even sure if her parents would allow her to stay in their house after finding out.

"If they find out," Hermione said quietly.

She took a piece of parchment from her desk and decided to write a letter of her own. She needed to tell someone before she did something mental. Hermione went over her very small list of people she could talk to or at least would talk to her. The list narrowed quickly to only one person. He was the only person she had left and her only friend left in the world. Hermione wrote fast and choppy and hoped it was all still a dream.

After writing the letter, she decided to go to the drug store just in case this was a mistake. She knew good and well that the hospital's test was a lot more accurate than a home kit, but it was always nice to have a second opinion anyway. She grabbed her keys and went to her car. Even though she could Apparate, her parents wanted her to get her drivers' license and not depend on magic to get her everywhere. She didn't mind. She enjoyed driving and loved her car. Of course, they would probably take it away from her after finding out, or she would have to sell it for money after her they kicked her out.

Hermione quickly sped to the nearest drugstore and rushed in. She headed straight to the baby section and tried not to look noticeable to any of her parent's friends. The childcare aisle was horrible. She couldn't stand looking at all the diapers and formulas, and all the happy mothers and fathers beamed at her in a mocking way.

She looked around for cameras and people. When she thought the coast was clear, she pushed several white boxes of home kits into her bag. The brand or price didn't matter to her. She quickly fixed her composer and awkwardly walked out of the store. While driving home, Hermione was in another world. She had never stolen a day in her life. Then again, she had never been pregnant.

"Maybe I'll get caught and they'll throw me in jail," she said in hopes. All she could do on the drive back was glance at her bag and what was inside. It was suddenly the most important thing in her life.

When she got home, she went to her room to complete the second phase of her mission. Hermione was smart, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what to do. Just pee on the stick and wait a minute. Yes, it was simple enough but the minute lasted a century to her. She walked into her bathroom and looked at the little white stick on her sink. Hermione felt a pang in her heart, but decided to try again. She did grab six of them.

Hermione was once again at her desk. The two letters were still in their spots but now a little white stick also found its home there. It was a little white stick with a tiny blue line on it. The tiny blue line lay there still and innocently. How could one line, one color make her feel so lost and petrified. It wrote a letter to her as well. She had just received it two minutes ago. It made her feel disgusted and destroyed.

Dear Hermione Granger,

Because you are a dirty slut and deserve to die, I've decided to make the first move. I won't kill you physically, but you can do that yourself. No. I've decided to kill you in another way. I will take away your future. I will steal everything you have worked so hard to achieve and take as your own. Maybe, because you're so weak, you'll finish the job once I'm through with you. No one would care anyway…


Little Blue Line

Just as she felt the pressure of it all crash against her, a knock hit her door. Hermione jumped and grabbed at her chest. For a spit second she wondered if she could be scared badly enough to where it could un-pregnant her.

"Hermione, I'm coming in. Get decent or stay as you are. Both are good for me," a male voice said. She turned around and in walked the only person she could count on. A small sense of relief came over her as Harry Potter, the only person who loved her, came in. "Yeah, it's probably good that you're dressed. I was taking the piss earlier," he added, closing the door behind him and sitting on her bed. He smiled at her. Hermione tried to return his smile, but she couldn't. "No, really I was joking. I didn't mean that I wanted to see you…you know."

"I know, Harry. I got it," she said.

"Then what's wrong, Hermione? Is this all about your letter? If so then you'll have to explain because I didn't understand it at all," he said.

Hermione licked her extremely dry lips and tried to find her voice. "Come over here and read this," she whispered. Harry looked at her strangely but got up. As he walked up to her desk and his smile reappeared.

"Hermione, I've already read this letter. I got one too remember? I'm happy you're Head Girl," he said. Hermione frowned at him. He hadn't noticed the little white stick with the little blue line.

"No, Harry not that letter; the one next to it," she said, handing it to him. Harry took it and sighed slightly. It only took him thirty seconds to read the two sentences, and another thirty to drop the letter and collapse to the floor. He sat down and removed his glasses so he could put his face in his hands. Hermione was impressed. When she read the letter, she put her pillow over her head and tried to suffocate herself. It was silent for a while. Hermione thought Harry had fallen asleep. "Well," she croaked, unable to take the silence for any longer.

He finally uncovered his face. "When did you get this?"

Hermione felt her heart take another pang. He didn't yell at her, but she didn't know if that was good or bad. "Yesterday. I got some blood work done last week because I thought I was sick. It actually would have been better if she told me I had cancer or something," Hermione cheeked.

Harry gawked at her. "This isn't funny," he shot.

"I know its not," Hermione said back.

Harry nodded, running his fingers through his black messy hair like he always did when he felt overwhelmed. "Is there any way the doctor can be wrong about this?" It was then that Hermione showed him the little white stick with the blue line. He looked at it. His green eyes were huge now. "You know these things aren't always correct," he added. It was then that Hermione opened her desk drawer and dumped the other 5 white sticks with blue lines in his lap. He bit his lip and kept opening and closing his mouth. "Well…I mean…um…two months?" he finally said defeated.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, that means it was back in June when it happened."

"How have you been feeling?" he asked, taking a stick and examining it.

"Well, I've felt a little dizzy at times and nauseous more often than not but they're things that anyone with a cold would feel," she defended.

"Does anyone else know?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm going to dump the sticks in the river, and I'll hide the letter, or burn it," she said.

"What about the doctor? Will she tell your parents?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm an adult and she's my personal physician. She can't tell them anything that I don't want them to know," Hermione said.

Harry kept his eyes on her, and Hermione could see the wheels turning in his brain. "Please, don't get angry with me for asking this…"

"I won't," she said.

His face turned slightly red. "Well…D-do you know who the father is?"

Hermione looked back at the white sticks. That one little detail made the situation so horrible. She did know who the father was, and it killed her. The guy should have been the last person to get her pregnant, but he did and it complicated everything. She was carrying his child. "Yes, Harry I know whom the father is," she murmured.

Harry touched her arm. "Hermione…" he started.

She turned back to him and let out a quivery breath. "It's…it's…Ron's. The father is Ron," she sobbed.

The only expression on Harry's face was one of…anxiety. He exhaled and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they looked sympathetic and heartbroken. "Oh Hermione, that's…that's bad. That's really bad," he said honestly.

Hermione's bottom lip trembled. "I know, Harry. I know it's really hard," she said.

"What are you gonna do?" he asked. Hermione shrugged. "Well, you have to do something, Hermione."

"Don't you think I know that? Of course I have to do something but I don't know what! I have no idea how I'm supposed to do this," she snapped. H

Some of Harry's stiffness faded. "Shit, I'm sorry. You're right. Listen, you should tell your parents. They can help you. Your mother will help you," he tried.

Hermione put her hands up. "No, I can't tell them. They won't understand and they'll be ashamed and hate me forever. That's only if they don't feel those things already."

He rolled his eyes. "No, it won't be that way. They'll still love you and-"

He trying to sugarcoat everything only made her fear and anger grow. "With all do respect, Harry, you don't have parents and wouldn't know how they'd react!" she snapped at him.

He gave her a look. "You don't have to take it there. I'm only trying to help. You wrote me."

Hermione felt another pang. On top of everything else that was wrong, she now hurt the only good in her life. She felt like such a thick bitch. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she cried before Harry pulled her into a hug. He held her, and Hermione broke down. She cried for the first time since she had received the letter and watched the little blue lines mock her. "Harry, I'm so sorry," she choked in his shirt, as she smelled his warm scent. It made her feel safe and she wished she could fade away in his arms.

"Hermione, it's okay. You're scared, and so am I. I love you and I want you to remember that. I'm here for you, and I'll do whatever you need me to," he assured.

Hermione pulled away, looking into his face with her wet eyes. "You will? You don't hate me?" she asked.

Harry smiled and Hermione felt her heart lift a bit. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned forward. He lightly pressed his lips against her forehead. It was a kiss of friendship and of love. He was telling her that she could trust him and that he wouldn't leave her.

He pulled away and wiped tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. "Hermione, I love you so much. I could never hate you. I never have. You are my sister. You're my family and family sticks together," he said.

Hermione blinked and more tears dripped down. "I love you too, Harry. You're the only friend I have. You're the only one who stood by me. I need you to help me through this. Help me through whatever it is that I'm going to do," she pleaded.

"I will. I promise you that," he said, letting her face go and sitting back on the floor. "What do you think you'll do?" he asked. Hermione shrugged. There had been a few ideas that crossed her mind such as jumping off a building or drinking a bit of arsenic, but she didn't have the nerve to and she honestly didn't want to. "Are you going to keep it?"

It was that question that finally broke her out of her thoughts. "What?" she asked.

Harry blushed again. "You know…are you going to keep the baby," he questioned.

Hermione touched her stomach. She had never thought of that option. She didn't even think it was an option. "I…don't know," she said honestly and feeling horrible for it.

Harry looked pained as well. "Whatever you do or don't do, I think you should tell Ron. He deserves to know. It's his right to know."

Just hearing Harry say Ron's name made her body pull in two very different directions. "I know, Harry. I know I have to tell him and soon. If I do get a…well I know doctors don't want to take you after four months or so," Hermione explained, not looking at him.

"Do wizards know about this stuff?" Harry asked.

She thought about what she had learned from one of her Muggle Studies books. "I think they do, but I don't know if they perform the procedure. I'd rather have my doctor do it anyway."

Harry shifted and seemed uneasy. "So, you're doing it then?"

Hermione gave an aspirated sigh. "No, I'm not saying that. Please, there are too many questions being asked here."

"I'm sorry but it's not everyday that I'm involved in something like this. Can I ask one more? It'll be the last bloody one I promise," he said.

"Sure," she breathed.

"When are you going to tell Ron?" he asked.

"I don't know. Probably when I see him on the train. It needs to be now, actually, but I know he'd never come by or meet me somewhere. I'd write Ginny and ask her to make him come, but she's not talking to me either," Hermione said sadly.

"I know she's not. I can try to get him here," Harry offered.

She had considered the idea earlier but knew it wouldn't be right. She couldn't be selfish anymore. "No, I'm not putting you between us. You're stretched enough as it is. Just be there with me when I tell him. He won't take my word for it. He wouldn't take my word for anything anymore…" Hermione had to stop talking before everything came back.

Harry took her hand in his. "I'll be there with you. We can do this, Hermione. You can do this."

Hermione nodded, turning away from him and looking at her two letters, and the little white stick with the blue line. She could do this, but she wasn't sure she wanted to.

Author's Note:

Oh my gosh, I have such great ideas for this and I'd love to continue! Please review review review! Oh and NO just in case anyone is wondering... THIS IS NOT A HERMIONE/HARRY STORY. I don't do those…I hate those. No offense to anyone who does like them. I just can't do it. They're only best friends in this and their friendship is important to the plot. They do care for each other and show it some but it's nothing more than brother/sister I SWEAR! So, now that you've read this chapter please review!