Harry Potter Oneshots

Prisoner's Pregnant Fiancee

I gulp, hearing the voices of the many students of Hogwarts, including all my peers, returning for the 8th year.

I rub my large stomach. Ginny notices and gives me an encouraging smile. "If they're really your friends they'll understand."

I nod, but I can't help but get a lot in my stomach. I smile, however, when I see my engagement ring. A flashy and expensive thing, with a gold band and brilliant emerald the size of a penny as the centrepiece. Inscribed on the band are the words, "I will love you, always. D.M+H.G"

I hear McGonagall say, "Now this year we've decided to do things a little bit different. Instead of a Head Girl and Boy, we have two Head People. Please welcome Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley!"

We throw open the doors and enter. I feel the cheers die down when people notice my stomach. I AM 6 months pregnant after all. It's still rude to stare though.

We smile and bow, well as best as I can, and sit down at the Gryffindor table.

When the food appears I start digging in. And the questions start rolling in.

Ronald loudly asks, "Hermione! Who knocked you up? You're not the type for one night stands!"

The whole hall hushes up, eager to hear my answer.

"It was my fiancée." I tell him.

"You don't have a fiancee." He says stupidly.

I hold up my hand and point at my ring . "My ENGAGEMENT ring begs to differ."

"You don't even have a boyfriend! How can you have a fiancee!" He shouts.

"Just because I haven't told you about him doesn't mean he doesn't exist." I reply coolly.

"Where is he? Does he go to Hogwarts?" This time it's Harry.

"He was in our year. But he's not here now."

"Then where is he? Why isn't he here to support you?" Ron asks with a sneer. I bristle, how dare he insult Draco just because he's jealous that he didn't get to take my virginity!

I sneer back, a sneer Draco and the rest of the Malfoy's would be proud of. "He's in Azkaban because the Ministry wrongfully threw him in! He would be here if he could!"

Everyone gasps and murmurs fly across the room. Everyone with a working brain knows who it is now, there was only one person from our year put into Azkaban.

Harry, who's brain must move slower than normal(though still faster than Ron's, because he hasn't understood yet) frowns, "Wait-"

I interrupt. "Yes, my fiancee is Draco Malfoy."