Summary: Hermione falls for a mysterious guy that is working on her uncle's farm. When she finds out who he really is after she becomes pregnant, she decides not to tell him. When he ends up finding out about their child, she is forced to let him back into their lives. His only hope of winning her heart is gaining her trust once again.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this story it has been nagging at me for the longest time, so I just had to write it. I'll try to update my other stories as soon as I can. Seeing as it's my senior year in High School, it could be a while before I even get this posted. The first poem in here (piece of it) is by Bendicta Goveia. The last one is by Deiah Haddock. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and Areyah Eileen Granger who will later become Areyah Eileen Snape.

Acknowledgements: a few of you gave me help by telling mew that Hermione should be sixteen instead of twelve. I took your advice and changed some things. I hope you all like the changes.

Prologue

Hermione stopped her car as she spotted a man in the fields. She had never seen him before. His hair was black, his chest muscular, his face handsome, holding a nose perfectly proportioned to his face, and his full lips that were made for kissing. She couldn't quite see his eye color, but the eyes were walnut shaped. Hermione's mustang died as she took her foot off the brake to leave.

Trying to start it again, she didn't get anything from the car. Putting her head against the wheel, she sighed. She didn't see the man she had been staring at only seconds before walk up to her window. But she heard him rap his knuckles on it. She opened the door and stepped out so she could get the full effect of his body. Self-consciously, she straightened her perfectly straight black hair and smoothed her new white t-shirt.

"Is there a problem with the car?" The man stood in a gray t-shirt and his jeans against the side of her car. The shirt clung to his muscular body as the sweat perspired from his body.

"No, I'm just sitting in my car because I can," She said sarcastically.

At first, the man looked as if he was angry, then he laughed. "Would you like me to take a look?" Before she could answer, he reached around her into her car, his body exceedingly close to hers, and popped the hood. Going to the front of the car, he poked his head under the roof and started to check things out. After a minute or two, Hermione could hear his muffled voice coming from beneath the hood, flowing over her like a cool breeze on a warm summer day. "How long have you had this car?"

"About five years. Why?"

Closing the hood, he stepped back and said, "The batteries dead. Do you drive it a lot when you're here?"

"All the time," she said, sighing.

"If you help me push it to the side of the road, I'll give you a ride up to the main house," he said.

They pushed the car to the right side of the road, near the ditch and started walking up the road to where he pointed saying, "my car is this way."

Sitting in the passenger seat, she sat quietly as they drove up to the main house where her family was staying. Satisfied that he was going to stay quiet, she asked, "How long have you been working here?"

"About two weeks this summer. Do you come up here often?"

"As often as I can. Usually it's every summer, but last year my parents wanted me to go with them to France."

"That explains why I haven't seen you here before."

At Hermione's confused look, he explained, "I started working here last summer." Changing the subject, he asked, "What's your name?"

"He—Emma."

"That's a nice name," he said politely.

"Well, you know who I am, now who are you?"

"My name is Andrew."

"Do you have a last name?"

"Do you," he asked as he glanced at her.

"I have my uncle's last name."

"So you're a Cynster."

"Yes."

They stayed politely silent for the rest of the ride to the main house. When they pulled up and Hermione got out, her family came rushing out to greet her. Everything became a blur as they swarmed around her, welcoming her back. She vaguely saw Andrew walked into the bunkhouse.

Hermione and Andrew spent a few days apart. When they finally got to see each other again, it was when the entire family had gone to Sunday morning church service.

Hermione sat by the pond in the shade by the willow tree when Andrew sat down next to her.

"What are you doing out here all alone?"

"I didn't go to church, so I came out here to think."

"Why didn't you go to church?"

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I don't believe in the same things that the Catholic faith believes."

"Same here."

"What do you believe?"

Hermione looked out at the pond for a moment before gathering her thoughts and answering. "I don't really know what I believe. I think that there is a higher power than human beings, but I don't believe in God or the Catholic faith."

"I believe about the same things that you do."

They stayed together by the pond for a few more hours talking and then Hermione decided to show Andrew her favorite spot on the estate. Leading him through the woods, they came to a clearing that had almost nothing in it. There was a small gravestone at the edge of the clearing. Hermione sat by it and traced the letters. Andrew came to stand behind her and saw what they said.

Matthew Michael Cynster

August 1, 1994 – December 25, 1995

'An eternally sacred life still goes on from the body that lies here.'

"Who's Matthew," Andrew asked.

"He was my cousin. Ever since he died, my uncle has hated Christmas."

"I can imagine that he does."

"He was my favorite. No matter how much I love my other cousins, he was my favorite. I had my uncle bury him here instead of in the Cynster vault because that isn't open to visits."

They stayed silent for a few minutes and then Hermione lay down next to the grave with a hand caressing the dirt that covered it. Andrew sat down at the end of her feet, his eyes filled with sympathy.

"How old are you," Hermione asked, still sitting at the grave beside her, her hand still resting on the grave.

"Why," Andrew asked her curiously.

"I'm just curious."

"I'm thirty-four years old."

Hermione sat up and looked at him saying, "You don't look thirty-four."

"How old do I look?"

"You look to be about twenty-five years old."

Andrew laughed. "I haven't ever been told that. I don't even think I remember being twenty-five years old."

"I bet if you looked back in your memory far enough, you would remember. What it was like."

From then on, they could be found together on the estate for most of the day. They spent their time wisely, learning about each other and gradually falling in love. Hermione though about it and decided that despite his age, she still loved him. Finally, Hermione got up the nerve to talk to Andrew because it was bothering her to be around him with him not knowing, she decided to confront him with her feelings.

Andrew sat by the pond reading a book when she sat beside him. He set his book down and looked at her. Seeing that there was something wrong, he asked her what was bothering her.

She told him that she loved him and that she couldn't be around him anymore without hurting, so she had to stop seeing him around the estate. Finishing, she went to stand up, but he stopped her by grabbing her arm and pulling her back down to face him.

"Despite the wrongness of it, I am in love with you, too," he said. You're young enough to be my daughter if I had one and yet I care about you romantically." Saying that, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Moaning, Hermione opened her lips to his probing tongue. As the glide of his tongue slid through her mouth, she laid down on the cooling ground as dusk came, and pulled him with her. They made love there as dusk surrounded them with love, lust, and passion.

1 Month Later

Hermione stood at the willow tree tracing the initials that had been carved into the bark the night before. She had woken in the morning to roll over onto a sheet of paper addressed to her in Andrew's handwriting. It was the last week in August. She would be returning to school soon. As she closed her eyes, she saw Andrew's face and thought of the tiny life growing inside of her. She hadn't had the chance to tell him before he had left. She had planned to tell him today. Now, she would never have the chance to and she would have to have her child grow up without a father.

She could see the letter he had written in front of her eyes because she had read it so man times.

My Dearest Emma,

It is my deepest regret that I have to leave you. I may not want to do this, but it is required. My favorite poem has a few lines that apply here.

So with a sad and heavy heart,

This part comes to an end

But I will no say goodbye.

You'll always be my friend.

PS - go to the willow tree by the pond and you will find my gift to you.

Hermione opened her eyes and saw the gift again.

A

and

E

Forever

The letters and word would stay there forever. Now Hermione had to go back to school and tell McGonagall that she had to drop out.

Hermione stepped into McGonagall's office in her seventh year and sat down in front of her Head of House. Deciding it was best to come out and say it, she told her the truth of why she was there. "Professor, I need to drop out of school. I have to get back on the train tonight and leave to go home."

"Why," the older woman asked her while leaning forward on her desk.

"I'm pregnant," Hermione said cautiously.

Of all the excuses that Hermione could have said, those two words were the most shocking to her teacher. Finally coming out of her shock, her teacher asked, "Miss Granger, I know this is not my business, but I have to ask. Who is the father?"

"I don't know his real name. When I went to my uncle and asked him what his name was so I could tell him, my uncle just told me that he only gave him his middle name and asked not to give his first or his last name."

Nodding her head in understanding, McGonagall said, "Okay. I'm going to present you with another option besides returning home. You may like it, or you may not like it."

"What," Hermione asked slowly.

"There are some other students in the past that have found themselves in this predicament before. Madam Pomfry has made special clothes for them that have helped them. These clothes are able to expand, but show nothing to the people around the user. Even is someone bumps into you, they will not be able to tell that you are pregnant."

Hermione stood by the lake under Harry's Invisibility Cloak and watched the scene play before her eyes. Ginny sat next to Severus Snape listening as he told the story of his lost love, despite the late hour of the night.

"Her name was Emma. We slept together one time. I hate myself for it. She was sixteen years old. Now she's seventeen now, but it makes no difference. I told her my middle name and didn't give a last name. But it was all a mistake."

Hermione's eyes filled with bitter tears as she heard his last words. She turned away from the two figures and ran back to the castle as fast as she could, not caring who saw her feet under the Invisibility Cloak.

Lying down on her bed in her dorm room, she let the tears fall from her eyes into her hair and onto her pillow. A few hours later, when all her tears had dried, she went down to the common room and took out her poetry book.

Eternity

I lie in bed as night and pray

That you will think of me

I cry until my eyelids close

And dream - eternity.

I wake to sunlight on my face

For a moment I forget

Then a cloud passes by,

And I realize, this is it.

I carry on throughout the day,

Feigning joy and feeling pain

I long to gaze upon your face,

To share smile, and embrace.

The day is drawing to an end,

And still I think of you.

I try to relax, yet in my mind,

I wonder what to do.

So now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,

And should you chance to think of me,

Know that I love you - eternally.

Closing the notebook, Hermione went to sleep in her bed and knew that she could never face Andr - Severus with their baby, knowing that he would think it was a mistake.

A/N: yes, this is a story from my other account in case none of you realized. I am not stealing it from pplhater2493 because that is in fact...me. But anyway, I hope you liked it and if you would like to read more, review for me and let me know.

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