Okay, so the whole Hermione and Ron story has been done so many times but I want to give my version of it. This idea just popped into my head so I'm not sure where I'm going with it. I don't own or anything :). Except Jason. He is all mine :D.

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Hermione stood stiffly, staring out of the large open window. The sun shone through the glass, reflecting in all directions. The tiny replica of her she held in her arms stirred from her slumber and opened her big eyes. Her eyes were the only things that were not Hermione's. Her eyes were the only key to who the real father of this adorable little girl was. Hermione was certain of it because of those eyes. When Hermione fell pregnant, everyone was sure Ron was the father. This was logical of course, she was dating Ron at the time and thus Rose being his daughter made perfect sense. However, what no one yet knew was that she had slept with someone else, the very man she shared this house with. She did not love him but things with her and Ron had been going so badly that this seemed the only option to her. Very un-Hermione like, of course but she had been desperate. A few months into her pregnancy, she and Ron had gotten into a terrible fight and she had told him everything. Hissed everything at him. He had asked her if this meant he wasn't the father and she told him she didn't know. She left that night, and moved in with this man. A man she did not love. A man who did not love her. Or Rose. How glad Hermione was now that she was Ron's daughter, but he did not know this. She had not spoken to him since the night she left. She was leaving again though. Except this time she was leaving the right person. Jason was violent, vulgar and a drunk. This was no life for Rose. Hermione had called her parents and she was going to move back in with them. They knew that Rose was Ron's daughter and urged her to contact him and tell him. How could she, after what she had done. True, Rose was only 3 months old now … but was it 3 months too late for Ron. Hermione jumped as she heard the front door slam and Rose began to wail. Gently speaking to her daughter, Hermione walked into the hall to find Jason, obviously drunk and staring at Hermione's bags with disgust. It hadn't been like this when they first started sleeping together. He had changed over the past few months. Hermione would be glad when she was free from this. Her parent's house was an hour or so drive from here so her father should be here in around 15 minutes.

"So you're actually leaving then" Jason slurred coming closer to Hermione. She pulled away, clutching Rose tighter.

"Can you blame me? You're not the type of man I had in mind to spend my life with. At first you seemed nice, but you changed. I come home from work now and you aren't here. You're always down the pub. You leave your wand lying around so Rose could easily grab it if she was big enough. She's not your daughter and you know that, but you can't even treat her as though she is. If you loved me you would."

Jason smirked at her "So what now? Are you going to run back to that Weasley, still I suppose he'll be single that's for sure. He's not got the looks or the money and to be honest Hermione, you're a bit of a catch. Too good for him, that's why you slept with me in the first place"

"No Jason, no it isn't. Ron and I were going through a rough patch and I made the wrong decision. If there was any way I could make him forgive me …"

Hermione was broke off by Jason running his hand through her hair and trying to kiss her. Hermione pulled away, and took her wand out.

"You stay away from me! My father will be here in a few minutes and believe me, he is already angry at the way you have treated me"

"What's a muggle going to do to me? So, let me get this straight babe. You could have me, a nice house, money and the works. But instead you're still in love with him!"

"You know Jason; I only came here to get away from everything. I was scared, I was a coward. I never loved you. Love isn't built on money and you would do well to learn that"

"It will only end in tears babe. I doubt even Weasley is that stupid that he would take you back after you slept with someone else?"

"I'm not only doing this for me, I'm not that selfish. I'm doing this for Rose, she deserves a real Father"

The sound of Hermione's Father's car broke the conversation. Hermione opened the door to let him in. He glared at Jason before lifting Hermione's bags into the car.

"Hermione" Jason said "You know it won't work, you're not a perfect little angel. You slept with someone else. How could anyone forgive you for that?"

"I'm going to at least try, Jason. Unlike you I want to correct my mistakes. Not hide behind alcohol for the rest of my life"

With that, Hermione walked out the door but she had tears in her eyes. She knew, deep down that Jason was probably right. How could Ron ever forgive her with sleeping with someone else and not even telling him that Rose was his daughter?