The Consequences of Solutions

Harry woke up back in his room, though he was sure he had last been in the Medical Wing. Hermione was sitting next to his bed in a chair that had obviously been hauled up from the Gryffindor Common Room, reading a small booklet of papers intently. Ron was on his bed, passed out face down with drool dripping out the corner of his mouth. He snored softly before twitching and rolling over to face away from Harry.



Hermione, noticing that he was awake, sat forward expectantly with a smug ‘I-told-you-so’ look on her face, and set the booklet down in her lap. In a flash of memories, Harry knew why she was looking at him like that. He groaned and covered his face with his hands, mortified and embarrassed beyond words. Hermione had not only noticed the signs of his ‘ailment’, but she had correctly identified the cause. And now he knew it too. Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, had gotten knocked up by Draco Malfoy, Son of the Head Death Eater. If this wouldn’t cause him problems, he didn’t know what would.



“Oh Harry, no need to be embarrassed! This is a good thing! I mean, you’ve got Draco, and you have the chance to have a family! You and Draco can get married and have more little babies and…” Her eyes glazed over as she slipped into her fantasy world.



Harry sat up and frowned. “Hermione, how exactly did I get pregnant!? There have to be TONS of gay wizards, but I haven’t seen any walking down the street with huge pregnant bellies!”



Hermione frowned, looking a bit startled from her abrupt departure from her fantasy world. A troubled look came over her face for a moment – though she quickly banished it before Harry could see.



“I don’t know…you’re Harry Potter!” She offered, taking the quickest way out. It wasn’t like her at all, but Harry was, to Hermione’s benefit, not paying attention to what was and was not typical of the brunette girl sitting in the chair.



He got off of his bed and started pacing around it. “I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant. Oh…Gods Hermione! How am I supposed to tell Draco!?” He slumped to the floor and rested his head on his arms which were propped on his knees.



Hermione sighed heavily and knelt down beside him, resting her hand on his right elbow. She was about to speak when the sound of the Dorm’s door opening interrupted them and a very agitated McGonagall came in. She spotted Ron passed out on his bed first, before her eyes fell on Harry and Hermione sitting near the wall.



“Thank goodness I found you, Harry! You must come right away to the Headmaster’s office. He is expecting you. Your friends may come too if they wish.” She rung her hands unconciously while talking, which led Harry to believe that whatever was to come, it wasn’t pleasant.



He nodded and got up off the floor, while Hermione hurried over to Ron’s bed and shook the still drooling boy. He opened his eyes and spotted McGonagall standing nearby, and almost fainted thinking that he and Hermione had been caught and would be sentanced to the foul chore in the sewers for the crime of being caught together.



Hermione shook him out of his stupor and hauled him over to the door, where Harry and McGonagall were waiting.



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When they reached the Headmaster’s office, and McGonagall had given the password, the group of four was met at the doorway by a very angry Lucius Malfoy. When facing him, Harry could see Draco and his mother sitting on a small couch to Harry’s right. Draco had his arms wrapped around himself, and looked absolutly miserable. Dispite the fact that Harry had just found out that the blond had successfully gotten him pregnant, he didn’t want to see Draco looking so upset. Before he could move to Draco’s side, however, Lucius Malfoy spoke.



“Headmaster Dumbledore. By my power and position of the Ministry, I would like to take Harry Potter into custody and to Azkaban for the crime of Rape on my son, Draco Lucius Malfoy.” He glowered down at Harry, whose green eyes were quickly torn away from his mate to the long haired pompous aristocrat before him.