Hermione Granger Imagines

𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃.

"Wake up 'Mione," Ginny yanked the blankets off the sleepy girl, it wasn't like her to sleep in this late. In fact Ginny had been noticing a lot of things with her best friend. It doesn't make sense now, but let's take it back to a month ago.

Hermione was one to experiment, and she liked it better without using the lousy book Slughorn gave her. She preferred Snape, but after the war, somethings, well, I think we all know what happened.

After hours of mixing potions, she figured she'd give it a rest, but that's when she slipped up. Hermione had grabbed the potion, her hands still went from some of the other liquids she'd been mixing, and she dropped it, all over herself. 

There had been symptoms all month long, and Hermione was stressing out on top of that. So when Ginny failed to wake her up, and her girlfriend came in arms crossed and ready to carry Hermione to her classes Hermione would've shared the secret with her. But she hadn't, she had many chances where she could've and she wanted to, but she never did it.

It could've been the end of their relationship, they were only seventeen, Hermione couldn't imagine how she would've reacted. Hermione was pregnant, and she had no clue whether her girlfriend wanted kids or not. It would be awfully weird to ask her now, she'd know something was up. 

It was silly that they really never asked each other how they felt about kids. And Hermione had really confided in Ginny with the secret the next day. Ginny's advice- tell her. Which was damn good advice, seeing as Y/n was accepting and probably wouldn't just leave her. Hermione just shook her head.

The next day Y/n was sitting in the library reading, when she caught a glimpse of Hermione, she called her over. Hermione had been avoiding her, and Y/n saw this as the perfect chance to corner her and see what was wrong. 

"Mione, why are you avoiding me?" she whispered, looking at her alarmed girlfriend. 

"Am not," Hermione countered, "I've been busy."

"What's wrong?" Y/n asked, resting her hand on Hermione's bouncing thigh. 

"Nothing," she insisted, Y/n wasn't buying it, her hand stayed where it was at and she moved a seat closer. 

"Don't lie, what is it?" Y/n gave a weak smile, "I know somethings wrong, your hair is a mess, you look miserable, you were late to almost all of your classes, you haven't read a book in forever, what is it?" 

"I can't tell you," she mumbled, resting her forehead on the table. 

"You can't or you don't want to?" Y/n countered, "What are you so scared of? That I'll look at you differently?"

Hermione looked up, her decent look faded, she looked like she was dying, "Are you breaking up with me?" Y/n asked, moving an inch away, "is that what it is?"

"No! No! It's not that, Merlins, it's never that," Hermione moved over engulfing her in a hug, which for a second made Hermione feel a bit better, "I'm pregnant," she mumbled into the canal of her neck. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," Y/n's eyebrows furrowing together. 

"I'm- I'm pregnant," she repeated, horror washed over her own face, she didn't dare look at Y/n. If it wasn't for the mere confusion, and if she would've known that girl's could get other girl's pregnant with a potion a smile would've washed over her face.

"Who's the dad?" Y/n asked, her voice showing sadness. 

"The dad? It's you, you moron," Hermione spat. A smile washed over her face, she moved closer hugging Hermione, not too tight, and smiling. Hermione was taken back at first, but then realized, that she probably should've told her sooner.

Either way, both were happy, they both wanted this.