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Summary: Sometimes, we have to thank people. It's the polite thing to do.

Big Mistakes and Small Disasters

I ran a hand through my platinum blond hair. It's gotten longer. I'll need to cut it soon.

I curled my hand into a fist and heaved a deep breath before knocking firmly on the muggle door of a quaint muggle house. I heard the lock twist and saw the door slowly open.

And then I stared briefly in confusion. I had expected to see a petite woman with curly brown hair, brown eyes flecked with gold, and a splash of freckles across a button nose. Instead I found a white t-shirt covered in paint.

"Can I help you?" I tensed and forced myself to meet the man's eyes. Harry fucking Potter.

"Who is it, Honey?" I closed my eyes in pain at the familiarity of Hermione's voice. I haven't spoken to her in nearly two years, and her voice still made my heart beat faster.

Harry opened the door wider, and I laid my eyes on the love of my life. She looked beautiful. She was practically glowing. Her hair was tamed in twin braids, she was wearing a plain gray spaghetti strap dress that came to her mid thighs, and black knee-high socks graced her dainty feet. Paint stained her finger tips; and when she rubbed her nose briefly after a small sniffle, she also managed to stain her nose a blue to match her fingers.

"Oh" was all she could manage after she caught sight of me. She looked like she wasn't sure what she was supposed to say, but the sound of a whistling kettle drew her attention, and she looked grateful for the distraction. "I'll be right back," she said with a gentle smile.

I want to die.

And as she turned to walk into her kitchen, I could see exactly why she was glowing. She had a perfectly round stomach. With her thin arms and legs, I couldn't blame her protruding stomach on a poor diet.

I want to die.

Harry must have noticed the look of severe pain on my face, because he gave me a haughty smirk. "Ya know, as much as I want to punch you in the face for hurting her, I've got to thank you. 'Cause if you hadn't fucked up so bad, she would have never looked my way."

I want to die.

Hermione returned quickly and placed a hand on Harry's arm. "Why don't you come in for some tea?" she asked with that same gentle smile.

I was too busy staring at the large diamond ring that surrounded her ring finger.

I want to die.

She was married. She was having a child. She had moved on.

I want to die.

I shook my head in the negative. "I'm sorry. I just realized I have an appointment."

I'm going to die.