This is a Draco and Hermione fic.! Starts with the pairing of Ron and Hermione but will end with Draco and Hermione. This not magically based, I just like the characters but think of this as real life. This fic contains graphic language and sexuality and therefore is rated M for mature readers. HOWEVER, if you are like me *cheese* you like your drama and smut. Fist fic containing smut (sex) but this does have a plot to it. Enjoy

-this chapter is mostly an intro chapter full of background information and a starter of the story. Might make this story about 5-ish chapters. Not long but long enough.

DISCLAIMER: All rights and royalties are under the name of J.K. Rowling. Wish I could have a slice but I don't think that would work out :o)

"To Give Birth Unexpectedly"

Chapter 1: A happy ending is never an ending

"…and now I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the judge said with a smile of approval to the newly wedded couple standing before him. For years he has known them as being very….interesting to say the least. Hermione Jane Granger was a young lady, scratch that, young woman who knew what she wanted and would be damned before she would let someone cross her and walk all over her. She was strong minded and would not hesitate to give you a piece of her mind with a few choice words. However, as tough and smart as she is she has a heart of gold. She would never let a kind word go unsaid to brighten your day or to give a shoulder when needed to a friend. Everyone loved her but when she had her temper of a lioness come out of her it was mostly fear that people saw in her.

On the other hand, her new husband Ronald Eugene Weasley, was not exactly as "mature" as Hermione but considering that she has a personality that is very caring and takes pleasure in taking care of others, it is fitting that Ron is her husband. Ron is not a dim wit. Not by a long shot, lazy is a better word for him. He is business associate at the water lodging company in Alabama, a job that Hermione helped him get. Successful, arrogant and even handsome to the right crowd, on the outside he and Hermione made the perfect couple.

-3 years after the wedding-

Reverend Morton sat holding his head at his desk in his office in his home. Today he worked from home instead of at the church for a change. The day was gloomy and it was hard to even get out of bed. In September, weather in Alabama was usually hot but the rain had been pouring in for days and days making the temperatures drop to pre-fall weather. It was making him feel under the weather more often than not lately. He was 59 years old and was not able to run from getting sick like he used to when he was younger. Dark brown hair was accompanied by a dusting of grey hair on his temples and a few stress lines adorned his face near his eyes but you could clearly see evidence of laugh lines all over his face.

In his lifetime he has known both sides of the track in life. Being 6'3 and 220 pounds even now being almost 60 he has known the power of the body soul and mind. He stroked the picture frame of him and his wife Kristine. 35 years have they been married and in those years he can truly say that she has brought the best out of him. He used to box in his 20s and if it were up to him he would but his body had other plans for him, that and time. He used to have anger problems that would land him in jail many but his wife would always come to his rescue, even before they married, she was his best friend and he was hers. Sitting back in his chair he tossed his glasses on his desk gently and ran his hands over his face in a sign of tiredness and worry.

A knock on his office door brought him out of his musings and he looked over and saw his wife Kristine glancing at him at the doorway. Every time he looks at her he remember why life is worth fighting for…why marriages are worth fighting for. He never thought of leaving her, even though he was not always the most faithful husband in the world but she changed him to a man that would never leave her side…never! As being a reverend he counseled couples and sometimes he would not know what to say to make things better, but his wife and his Lord were his inspirations.

"babe, Hermione is here to see you. Are you free?" Kristine said with a kind and loving voice to her husband. She knew his struggle in counseling couples. She herself would talk to some of her friends and their daughters about relationships and even she was at a lost for words at times. Things have changed so much when she was younger. Love was not a competition between partners but was a product of hard work and blood sweat and tears. Love is never easy but if you work at it you'd be surprised at how happy it can make you.

Motioning a hand to let Hermione in, the Reverend picked up his grey glasses and placed them on his face preparing for his guest and friend. Kristine stepped aside and let Hermione pass her into the room and closed the door behind her.

Hermione Weasley had grown over the past 3 years to say the least. Her chestnut brown hair had reached to the middle of her back and fell into small curls that gave her a look of a teenager even though she was 27. Brown eyes that held so much confidence and reassurance of who she was, was a shield of her biggest flaw… being a human being. Even she had insecurities and didn't believe in herself all the time. Wondering if what she was doing was right or if it would hurt someone in the long run. It was not hard to miss in her but if you did not look hard enough you would miss it.

Giving a smile of hello to the Reverend, Hermione walked in further to the room and over to the desk and gave her old friend a hug. Reverend Morton Raised out of his desk chair and returned the hug with such ease. To him this was not another church member asking for help, this was more personal to him. He counseled Hermione and her husband Ron a few times but Hermione is someone he knew since she was 8. Her father was his classmate in the army and best friend.

"Hey Mr. Morton. How are you?" inquired Hermione with sincerity in her voice. Coming to him was like coming to her father. The Reverend and her father were so much alike that when she was with Mr. Morton, the pang in her chest from missing her father died down a little. Sitting across from his desk chair in one of the two chairs he had for guests in his office. Crossing her legs at the ankle and smoothing out her skirt over her legs she slowly looked at the Reverend, she had a lot on her chest.

Glancing at the young woman he loved as a daughter, Reverend Morton leaned on his elbows on his desk and waited for her to start. He knew her like a father would know his child and he knew that her ridding her clothes of invisible wrinkles was a gesture of nervousness that she possessed since childhood; some things just never change eh?

"How are you?" Hermione asked repeated softly

The Reverend amused her actions by answering with a simple "good and yourself?" knowing that even though she cared for his wellbeing she was simply stalling in telling him her real reason for coming here. Hell she could have asked how he was through the phone, not by a 35 minute drive from her house to his.

"I think Ron is upset with me still," she started looking at a calendar on his desk instead of at him. She was not exactly proud of sharing her insecurities, especially something like this.

The Reverend sat back in his chair and studied her shortly before asking, "why do you think that?"

"He's been so…distant lately. I don't know, maybe I'm just imagining things. His..meetings are longer now…farther away to where he has to travel to different cities and states and stays overnight or a full weekend" Hermione said is a low voice. It was nearly monotone, void of all emotions. She has pulling into herself again.

"You said his business was thriving. Why would it be a bad thing that he go out of town on business meetings?"

"Its not just meetings! H-he… looks at me with this look and half of the time we don't talk or look at each other. Usually he gets in around 7 after work, now he gets in around 9 and 10 o'clock! That's…that not like him…"

"have you all tried to do something together? Go on dates? A home cooked meal and sit and talk to each other?"

"Well…no…"

Reverend knew Ron was not a man void of morals and he knew he loved Hermione dearly. He looked over his glasses at her and gave her a pointed look that said "listen to me and listen good"

"Hermione stop looking for a reason for him to be mad at you. He is not. You told me yourself that his business was doing extremely well and were even trying to expand the hotel to different cities and states. Its been 2 years, let ….it… go. When does he get home tonight or is he on a trip again?" He asked.

"he has a light day today and gets off around 3 or 4"

"Perfect. Make dinner for him, something simple even, but spend time with him. You cannot think he's upset if you both do not try and communicate. DO NOT! Do not assume when it comes to other people friend or lover because we see what we want to and we make mistakes in that assumption. "

A small chuckle left his chest as thoughts of him assuming things about his wife got him into a lot of trouble that could have easily been avoided if he would have simply asked. Looking back at Hermione he felt for her. She has been through a lot and even today he admired her strength. However, she needs to understand that she is not alone. She has people to lean on too…

Hermione knew that Reverend was right but still she just couldn't find it in herself to forgive herself for what happened. After all it was her responsibility… it would have made them very happy. Everything was set up and now it was like a dream never to come true…

The Reverend cleared his throat and brought her out of her musings, "do you wish to discuss what happened?" He knew she wouldn't but it was better to ask and she refuse then she wishing to talk and he not offer. Something like this she would not share unless offered first, she rarely asked for favors or to talk about what was bothering her unless she was at her wits end.

Shaking her head no she looked down at her lap with a sad look on her face, almost like she wanted to cry then she looked up at him and gave her "I'll be fine so lets change the subject" smile to him. They talked for another hour or so about various topics. His grandchildren were well and acting spoiled thanks to their grandfather and grandmother and he had no problem with it. Maybe it was because he did not have to live with them. The Reverend had two boys and a girl who were grown and had families of their own. He was very blessed to be able to see his children have children. He was a grandfather of 7 kids so far with one on the way.

Hermione talked about business of being an Egyptologists and her travels to Egypt over the past month. She loved discovering new things especially things of the past.

Around 1:30 she bid the Reverend goodbye and thanked him for his ear and shoulder

"Come back again Hermione, Chris and Brian are coming by next week and would like to see you, Jasmine has been asking about you as well." Hermione just smiled sweetly at him as he referred to his kids, they always enjoyed her company and treated her as a sibling of their own, she really did have a big family even with them. "I will do that Mr. Morton. I must go and… prepare dinner for tonight," she said giving him a look of appreciation. Grabbing her umbrella at the front door she opened it and made a dash to her car.

Catching her breath from her quick run to the car and starting it up, Hermione made a mental note to clean out the car, she had mud all over her shoes and now the floor mats. Smirking, she drove off and headed home to get things ready for her husband, hopefully she can have her lover AND friend back because right now all she had was someone that she shared the same last name and address with… a perfect stranger.