The Granger Girls

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter. All rights go to the talented J.K Rowling. I do not own the Gilmore Girls either, so please do not sue me.

Summary: A drunken one night stand with a friend leaves Hermione pregnant, which paves the way to a different future to the one she had in mind.

Authors Note: This story is a work in progress. It’s kind of going to be a mix between Harry Potter and the TV show ‘The Gilmore Girls’, only with Hermione in the role of Lorelei and her daughter in the role of Rory.

CHAPTER ONE

The beginning of 1997 was spent celebrating. Once school started up again, parties were kept to the minimum, only held on the weekends, with students hurrying to the hospital wing before classes to get Hangover Potions.
Neither Hermione nor Draco discuss New Years at all and continued on with their friendship, which was now public. Ron and Harry were not too happy to discover that Hermione had been friends longer with Draco then she had been with them, but they still talked to her and spent time with her, which was a good thing.

During the middle of February, flu season hit the school and Madame Pomfrey was overrun with students needing Pepper Up Potion. Hermione was one student who headed to the hospital wing for some Pepper Up Potion. For the past few weeks she had been sick, throwing up, feeling tired, using the bathroom more than usual. She had held off going to Hospital Wing because she wanted to catch up on all the schoolwork she had missed while the Post-War celebrations were being held.

“Another student.” Hermione heard Madame Pomfrey huff as she walked into the Hospital Wing. “In need of some Pepper Up Potion, Miss Granger?”

“Um...yes. I’ve been feeling sick for a few weeks, but it’s gotten worse this week.” Hermione told her. Madame Pomfrey looked at her and frowned slightly.

“Hop up on one of the beds Miss Granger, let’s see what’s wrong.” Madame Pomfrey said.

Hermione did as instructed; even though she was sure all she needed was some Pepper Up Potion. Madame Pomfrey bustled over and began waving her wand over Hermione, mumbling under her breath. She frowned again. “Miss Granger, when was your last cycle?”

Hermione returned the frown. “It was...” she bit her lip, trying to think. It was due at the moment actually, but she was a bit late...actually come to think of it, she hadn’t had her period since December and she told Madame Pomfrey this.

Madame Pomfrey sighed. “It would seem Miss Granger that you are with child.” The healer informed her and Hermione stared at her.

“I...uh...pregnant.” Hermione stuttered. “No, no way.” She said shaking her head.

“Miss Granger.” Madame Pomfrey began.

“I can’t be pregnant.” Hermione said loudly. “I’m only 17 years old; I’m not old enough to have a baby.” She started to hyperventilate. This cannot be happening, she thought to herself as the room started to spin and Hermione gave into the darkness.

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When Hermione came to, she was laying on one of the beds in the hospital wing, with Madame Pomfrey fussing over her. Oh, it wasn’t a dream. She thought to herself. She was pregnant.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Madame Pomfrey said when she saw that Hermione was awake. “Have you calmed down?”
Hermione nodded slowly. “Good, while you were out, I just ran a few tests, don’t worry, they were just routine.” She finished, when she saw Hermione’s eyes widen. “Now everything appears to be in good order. Your about 7 weeks along. I’m not worried about anything, except your too skinny for my liking, so you need to put on a bit more weight. That shouldn’t be too hard as long as you eat properly. No more skipping meals to put in extra study time. I’ll also start you on prenatal vitamins.” Madame Pomfrey seemed to notice that Hermione didn’t appear to be listening to her. “Unless of course you decide to abort the child.”

Hermione looked at her in shock. Kill the baby. No, not now, not ever. Hermione had never been for abortions, she saw it as murder. You do the crime, you do the time. And she was going to go through the pregnancy, as to what she was going to do after, she had yet to decide.

“Miss Granger.” Madame Pomfrey said jolting her from her thoughts.

“I’m not getting rid of it.” Hermione told her bluntly.

Madame Pomfrey nodded with a slight smile. “That’s good to hear.” She told the young woman. “Now, you are not the first student to fall pregnant and decide to keep the baby and I doubt the last. Hogwarts doesn’t kick young mothers out.” Hermione felt relief at this.

Madame Pomfrey launched into a story about the amount of young mothers during the sixties. Hermione was too busy looking down at her stomach. She was pregnant. There was a life inside of her that she helped create. Hermione froze. Oh shit, that meant Draco was the father. How was she going to tell him? They made an agreement not to discuss that night, but now she did. Would he be mad? Would he claim that child as his? Oh god, oh god! And her parents! How were they going to react? Would they support her? Would they force her to marry Draco? She didn’t want to do that, as much as she loved Draco, she didn’t see herself marrying him. She wasn’t in love with him.

“We will need to inform the Headmaster and your Head of House, as well as your teachers, so they concentrate on your safety and the baby’s.” Madame Pomfrey told her and Hermione nodded, as something suddenly occurred to her.

“This is going to ruin my chances of being made Head Girl next year, isn’t it.” Hermione said, hanging her head sadly.

“Not particularly. I know of three young mothers who went on to be Head Girls.” Madame Pomfrey informed her.
Hermione smiled, that cheered her up. So she still had a chance at being Head Girl.

“Is there anything you would like to ask?” Madame Pomfrey asked.
Hermione shook her head. She just wanted to go back to her dorm and figure out how to tell her parents, Draco and her friends.

“Would you like to me to inform the Headmaster or would you prefer to?” Madame Pomfrey asked.
Hermione considered it. “I think I’ll do it.” She answered and Madame Pomfrey gave a nod.

After receiving prenatal vitamins and making another appointment to see Madame Pomfrey for her next check-up, Hermione headed for her dorm to process all the information she had just taken in.

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After returning from the Hospital Wing, Hermione sat on her bed, staring off into space, contemplating her situation. Her thoughts were broken by Crookshanks, jumping up into her lap.

“Oh Crookshanks, what am I going to do? How do I tell everyone? Who do I tell first?” she said, petting the large cat, who stared up at her.

Hermione sighed. She definitely needed to inform Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, so that they could concentrate on the baby’s safety. Glancing at her clock, she realised there was an hour until dinner. Hmm, maybe she should inform them now.

Before she lost her nerve, Hermione got up and quickly left Gryffindor Tower, lucky enough not to run into anyone. When she arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore’s office, she hesitated, suddenly deciding that she wasn’t ready to tell anyone else at the moment. She turned to leave, only to run into Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

“Miss Granger, were you looking for me?” Professor Dumbledore asked with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.

Hermione swallowed. I might as well get it over and done with, she thought to herself. Straightening her shoulders, she looked at her mentors. “Actually I was hoping to speak with the both of you on an extremely important matter.” She told them.

“It sounds serious, Miss Granger.” Professor McGonagall commented.

“It is.” Hermione replied.

“Then I guess we better move this conversation to my office.” Professor Dumbledore said, before turning to the gargoyle. “Mars Bars.”

The gargoyle moved aside and the three of them stepped onto the moving staircase. A few minutes later they were seated in Professor Dumbledore’s office, with both Professors watching Hermione, who was nervously picking at the hem of her robes.

“What did you wish to speak about Miss Granger?” Professor McGonagall asked her.

Hermione bit her lip. Ok, you can do this, she coached herself. Just tell them and get it out of the way. Hermione took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.” She said in a loud and clear voice, deciding to just get it out there.

They stared at her. “Miss Granger.” Professor McGonagall said looking extremely disappointed. Hermione looked at the ground, before turning her gaze to the Headmaster.

Professor Dumbledore was leaning back in his chair surveying Hermione. “Well it seems we have a slight problem.” He said, his eyes twinkling.

Professor McGonagall looked at him. “A slight problem Albus, she is with child.” She said. “She hasn’t even finished her sixth year.”

Hermione looked back at the ground, feeling very ashamed. Professor Dumbledore gave a chuckle. “Isn’t that a little hypocritical Minerva.” He said and Hermione looked up quickly. Hypocritical? “I remember another sixth year Gryffindor, who found herself with child before the start of her 7th year.”

Hermione looked at her Head of House, who was looking a little ashamed. Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione. “I apologise Miss Granger.” She said, patting Hermione’s hand. “I was just a little shocked.”

“You were pregnant during your school years Professor?” Hermione asked in surprise and Professor McGonagall nodded.

“It was a long time ago Miss Granger.” Professor McGonagall told her.

Hermione hesitated for a moment. As far as she knew, Professor McGonagall had no children. “What happened to the baby?” she asked quietly.

Professor McGonagall looked sad. “Unfortunately, my son was a stillborn.” She answered softly.

“I’m so sorry Professor.” Hermione told her quietly and Professor McGonagall smiled.

“It was a long time ago.” She informed her student. “Now, let’s focus on you Miss Granger, have you been to see Madame Pomfrey?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, I saw her after classes. I am 7 weeks along.” She told them, starting to relax. At least she had someone who knew how she felt, someone who had been through the same thing.

“So, you would have conceived around New Years.” Dumbledore commented and Hermione nodded.

“Who is the father?” Professor McGonagall asked curiously.

Hermione bit her lip nervously. “Uh...Draco Malfoy.” She answered, avoiding the older woman’s gaze.

“Oh.” Professor McGonagall said in surprise. “I wasn’t aware that the two of you were more than friends.”

“We’re not.” Hermione said quickly. “We just...got drunk.”

Professor McGonagall nodded. She either didn’t know what to say or just decided not to say anything about the matter. There was silence. “What are your plans for the future, Miss Granger?” Dumbledore asked.

Hermione sighed. “Well, I already know that I’m going to keep the baby.” Hermione told them. “But other then that, I haven’t really made any plans.”

Both professor nodded at this. “Perhaps the next course of action should be telling Mr Malfoy and your parents.” Professor McGonagall suggested.

Hermione nodded. “Can I wait until tomorrow though?” she asked. “I’m still trying to get my head around it.”

“Of course Miss Granger.” Professor Dumbledore said, smiling at her. She returned the smile. “After you have told him, bring him to my office and we’ll talk about the future.”

Hermione nodded again. “But for now, why don’t you go and have dinner.” Professor McGonagall suggested.

Hermione stomach started to rebel at the thought of food, but she decided not to argue, lest she get a lecture on the importance of a healthy diet during pregnancy. “I think I will.” She said, standing up. “Thank you Professors.”

“Anytime Miss Granger.” Professor Dumbledore said with a smile and that damn twinkle in his eye.

“If you need to talk Miss Granger, you know where to find me.” Professor McGonagall told her and Hermione nodded, before exiting the office.

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A/N: In the last chapter, I used some lines from the TV Show ‘Friends’, I don’t own the show or anything to do with it, I just love the episode the lines came from.