AN: Short and sweet. This thing was written almost a year ago. Needed to get it out there. Excuse my grammar, my mind hasn't started the day yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own shit, yo.

Rating: T for teen. sexual refrences.

It all started at the end of a recent boozy night out with friends. I lef the pub at midnight feeling um, amorous.
"Are you out tonight?" I text Mims*
She and I had hooked up a couple of times before, and had recently fallen into a happy pattern of meeting up for late night, no-strings attached sex.

An hour later we wee in my bed. The feeling was electric, and I realized we were on the track of finishing together. We were sttraight on track when I noticed, things were feeling a bit too real.
Normally, I'd be the one to cast the contraceptive. When she collapsed next to me, I realized I was no longer nore had I been protected.
"Shit."

From our midnight chats about deeply held beliefs, I kew Hermione had moral issues with anything that harmed something living.
If she ever got pregnant, she'd keep the baby. Her period was due in about a week she told me biting her lip.
Lying next to her, I felt panic gripping both of us. We hardly knew each other, and now we were facing a major issue, and possibly a life together.

When her her period-due day passed with no news, I felt sure she was pregnant. What now? Would I have to leave my live as a bachelor? Go back and work at home in an office? Too soon.
I always thought one day I'd just decide to grow up, now, it seemed, I was being told to. And maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

I suddenly started seeing babies everywhere. I studied couples as they chased little ones around-it was adorable, endearing and clearly alot of work. I couldn't help wondering what our child might be like. Hermione is strong willed and I'm no picnic-thekid would be an absolute terror. I also thought about my parents, whose hints about a grandchild were getting less subtle every day. I'd always planned to give them something for all the sacrafices they've made.
How's this for an anniversary present?

Confused about the range of emotions washing over me, I consulted my mate who has a baby with his fiancee.
"How'd you feel when Amy got pregnant?" I asked.

"Elated," he said "I love her." Then he asked: "How do you feel about Hermione?"
Maybe I'd grow to love her.
Was it not possible to love the mother of my child?
Really, we were just two people who had great sex and got in too deep. Honestly.
I don't even think I'm her type.

I spent the next 36 hours checking my phone incessantly for confirmation that life as I knew it was over. Then, five days after her period had been due, she texted "I got it. We're safe."

I called her immediatley. She was crying tears of joy, talking about how she was only twenty-one and going to Harvard in a few months.
I found myself experiencing a strange mix of relief, exhaustion and...unbelievably....dissappointment.
A lot of responsibility may not have been so bad for me. Making a woman my top priority?
It might have been nice. But it wasn't meant to be, and the two of us?
We went our seperate ways.

The expression "booty call" will never sound fun again. I'm not in a rush to have sex with anyone right now. But who knows how long that will last.

It seems like I will always have a small attachment to her. The woman that could've been. Maybe it would have been blonde like me, with her curls. I can wait. I still have a few things on my to-do list.
Babies are far from the list.

As for our future?
Maybe in a few years, I'll travel to the university and pay her a visit. Who knows? As for right now, I think I'll keep these baby shoes I bought on the shelf in my office. We might need them again one day.

AN: short. stupid? bleh? Let me know.