ep 3
The kettle shrieked on the stove, piercing the quiet of Grimmauld Place like a curse.
Harry sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall. The diagnostic charm’s light still lingered behind his eyelids like a haunting. Blue. Soft. Undeniable
A sharp clatter pulled him back. Hermione dropped two mugs on the table, one filled with tea, the other with a calming draught laced with ginger and magical stabilizers.
She looked tired. Like she hadn’t slept since he called her. Maybe she hadn’t.
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Drink,” she said softly.
Harry reached for the tea, his hands shaking slightly
harry Potter / omega
“I don’t know what to do.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
"You don’t have to decide everything now,” Hermione said, voice calm. But her fingers were clenched around her own mug. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”
harry Potter / omega
"I don’t want anyone else to know.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Ron will know eventually. And you’ll need a Healer, Harry.”
harry Potter / omega
"I can’t go to St. Mungo’s. If anyone finds out—”
hermonie/ harry frnd
"I’ll arrange something private. A home visit. Discreet.”
harry Potter / omega
Harry closed his eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening. How did this happen?”
Hermione gave him a look.
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Harry. You know how it happened.”
harry Potter / omega
He groaned. “That’s not what I meant.”
Silence stretched between them. The tea cooled.
hermonie/ harry frnd
Then: “Are you going to tell him?”
harry Potter / omega
"No. Absolutely not.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Harry—”
harry Potter / omega
“He doesn’t even know it was me. I was glamoured. He probably thinks it was some stranger.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
Hermione hesitated. “He’s not stupid.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
"He’s Malfoy.”
That didn’t seem to help his case.
Ron found out a few days later.
Not because Harry told him—because Hermione made him swear on the Burrow’s chickens not to yell.
ron / harry frnd
"You’re what?! Bloody hell, Harry!”
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Keep your voice down!” Hermione hissed.
Harry sat on the sofa with a cushion clutched to his chest like armor.
ron / harry frnd
"You’re pregnant? And it’s Malfoy’s? As in Draco Malfoy?!”
Ron ran his hands through his hair, pacing.
ron / harry frnd
"How is this my life? Why can’t we ever have normal post-war problems, like taxes?”
ron / harry frnd
"Wait. He doesn’t know?”
harry Potter / omega
"I was glamoured. He didn’t recognize me.”
ron / harry frnd
"But he… he knotted you, didn’t he?”
harry Potter / omega
“Ron—”
ron / harry frnd
“I mean, the scent thing—alphas know! Don’t they?”
Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose.
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Ron, please. Less detail. More compassion.”
ron / harry frnd
"Right. Right.” He paused. “
ron / harry frnd
“Sorry, mate. I’m just… worried.”
ron / harry frnd
“Are you… okay with it?” Ron asked gently.
ron / harry frnd
“The baby? "
harry Potter / omega
“I don’t know yet.”
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