A Moment to Late
Disclaimer: the characters, magic and most of the stuff in here is property of the all wonderful Joanne Rowling. tears All that is mine is the plot.
Percy Weasly apparated into Hermione's flat, happier then he had been in his entire life. He had just dumped Penelope Clearwater, and was going to tell Hermione about his true feelings for her. That he loved her.
He had loved her for quite some time now, but had only just discovered that he did within the last 2 weeks as she gave birth to their child and became a mother. The mother of the baby girl that was in his arms.
FLASHBACK
It was little under a year ago, around two weeks after Voldemort had fallen, taking Ron with him.
"Percy, why did he have to die? He didn't even get to graduate!"
Hermione said softly as silent tears ran down her pale face while she
sobbed into the front of his robes.
"I don't know Hermione. This war took so many loved
ones away." Like Hagrid, Sirius, Ron of course, Lupin and even
Dumbledore. He added to himself as he tried to hold back him own
tears.
"I'm glad you came back Perce. I don't know what I'd do
without you.. Especially since Har--″ Hermione was cut off however, as
Percy lifted her chin and gently kissed her.
Hermione sat shocked for a moment, before kissing him
back. She felt spark go through her as he grabbed her from behind her
back and pulled her closer to him, so that she could smell his unique
scent of birch and peppermint.. She moaned into him mouth, giving him
the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Her hands
were soon in his flaming red hair and he unclasped her robes.
END FLASHBACK
That night had led to Samantha. He loved her dearly, with her
chubby cheeks. She had Hermione's brown eyes and Percy's bright red
hair. He had wanted to be a part of his daughters life ever since
Hermione had told him she was pregnant.
He and Hermione had agreed that "the night" (as
they referred to it as) was a mistake caused by the sorrow of lost
loved ones.
Percy regretted that now. When he had told her it was
a mistake, he had expected her to say that it wasn't. To say that she
felt too had felt something. But she never did.
They stayed close for over 3 months. He spent most of
his time with her, discussing the baby and their lives. Then Penelope
had come back to him, saying she was sorry for leaving, and Percy
tried to convince himself that his sense of loss as he spent less time
with Hermione was caused by the many other emotions going through him,
not love.
The next few months passed, and He and Hermione
rarely spoke. She mostly stayed in her flat, reading he supposed.
Then Hermione went into the hospital, and the
labor had begun. He spent all of his time by her side. It was then
that Percy realized that he loved her and always had, hoping
desperately that she felt the same.
There was no answer when he knocked on the door, so
he went in. He didn't see her anywhere. He called into the house for
her but there was only silence as he walked into the living room, but
now something didn't feel quite right. He called out her name again.
There was still no answer, and the horrible feeling in his heart was
still there as he walked through the kitchen and into the hallway.
Then Percy saw something that made him turn white
The rest will probably be up tomorrow. This is a sad fic, as I was rather depressed as I wrote it, but it is my first ever posted, so please no flames. Constructive criticism is loved. I am also thinking of starting a long happier story that is either HG/PW or HG/FW... what do you all think? Anyways, Please R&R
Disclaimer: the characters, magic and most of the stuff in here is property of the all wonderful Joanne Rowling. tears All that is mine is the plot.
Percy Weasly apparated into Hermione's flat, happier then he had been in his entire life. He had just dumped Penelope Clearwater, and was going to tell Hermione about his true feelings for her. That he loved her.
He had loved her for quite some time now, but had only just discovered that he did within the last 2 weeks as she gave birth to their child and became a mother. The mother of the baby girl that was in his arms.
FLASHBACK
It was little under a year ago, around two weeks after Voldemort had fallen, taking Ron with him.
"Percy, why did he have to die? He didn't even get to graduate!"
Hermione said softly as silent tears ran down her pale face while she
sobbed into the front of his robes.
"I don't know Hermione. This war took so many loved
ones away." Like Hagrid, Sirius, Ron of course, Lupin and even
Dumbledore. He added to himself as he tried to hold back him own
tears.
"I'm glad you came back Perce. I don't know what I'd do
without you.. Especially since Har--″ Hermione was cut off however, as
Percy lifted her chin and gently kissed her.
Hermione sat shocked for a moment, before kissing him
back. She felt spark go through her as he grabbed her from behind her
back and pulled her closer to him, so that she could smell his unique
scent of birch and peppermint.. She moaned into him mouth, giving him
the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Her hands
were soon in his flaming red hair and he unclasped her robes.
END FLASHBACK
That night had led to Samantha. He loved her dearly, with her
chubby cheeks. She had Hermione's brown eyes and Percy's bright red
hair. He had wanted to be a part of his daughters life ever since
Hermione had told him she was pregnant.
He and Hermione had agreed that "the night" (as
they referred to it as) was a mistake caused by the sorrow of lost
loved ones.
Percy regretted that now. When he had told her it was
a mistake, he had expected her to say that it wasn't. To say that she
felt too had felt something. But she never did.
They stayed close for over 3 months. He spent most of
his time with her, discussing the baby and their lives. Then Penelope
had come back to him, saying she was sorry for leaving, and Percy
tried to convince himself that his sense of loss as he spent less time
with Hermione was caused by the many other emotions going through him,
not love.
The next few months passed, and He and Hermione
rarely spoke. She mostly stayed in her flat, reading he supposed.
Then Hermione went into the hospital, and the
labor had begun. He spent all of his time by her side. It was then
that Percy realized that he loved her and always had, hoping
desperately that she felt the same.
There was no answer when he knocked on the door, so
he went in. He didn't see her anywhere. He called into the house for
her but there was only silence as he walked into the living room, but
now something didn't feel quite right. He called out her name again.
There was still no answer, and the horrible feeling in his heart was
still there as he walked through the kitchen and into the hallway.
Then Percy saw something that made him turn white
The rest will probably be up tomorrow. This is a sad fic, as I was rather depressed as I wrote it, but it is my first ever posted, so please no flames. Constructive criticism is loved. I am also thinking of starting a long happier story that is either HG/PW or HG/FW... what do you all think? Anyways, Please R&R