A/n Ok so it seems I need to put this in. You are not supposed to know who the father is and I didn't leave clues. 3 months because she had the baby 2 months premature as anyone in her situation likely would, making her four months pregnant.
She didn't cry, maybe she should have, but she didn't. He was safe there, far away from her. She had to tell herself that, repeat it over and over because if she didn't she knew she'd go back for him. She loved him, loved him so much she had to leave him. It was the right thing to do, she knew that. She wanted to stay with him, hold him close, but the death eaters would kill him for sure and she couldn't have his blood on her hands.
Harry and Ron didn't ask her any questions when she left and they didn't ask her any questions when she returned. They didn't ask her where she'd been the last three months and she was thankful, she wasn't sure she could handle saying it out loud. She could still feel him, his heart beat vibrating through her body, a constant reminder of what she had lost. She dreamed of him during the night, consuming her with a mixture of emotions, but still she never cried for him. She knew he was safe, far away from the war and all its fatality, which was all that mattered.
Long after the war was over and she'd gotten married and had children, she didn't look for him. She knew she couldn't take him from all that he knew. She hadn't seen him in nearly seven years, he wouldn't recognize her. She didn't expect to see him again, but she did.
When her daughter turned eleven, ready to go off to school, they accompanied her to the train.
There he was, down the platform, dressed in jeans and a muggle band shirt with a black Gryffindor robe thrown over it. He was hugging a pretty woman goodbye, kissing her cheek. He was handsome, just as she expected him to be. He had dark brown curls, piercing blue eyes, and pale skin that glowed in the sunlight.
A child stood next to him, perhaps her own daughter's age, clutching the hand of a much smaller child. He turned to them, leaning down to scoop the elder of the two into his arms. The preteen squealed and laughed as he twirled her in the air. With a laugh of his own he kissed the girl's forehead before releasing her and kneeling before the younger. He cradled the boy's small body in his arms, whispering something in his ears.
She felt her heart tighten as she thought of him doing such beautiful things with her children, his brother and sister by blood whom he knew not stood before him.
He rose from the boy, lifting his eyes to meet hers. He didn't know who she was of course, but he smiled. She wanted to run over and envelope him in her arms but she didn't. Instead she sent her daughter off to her first year at Hogwarts.
Ten years went by and she never told, even when Rose returned home, glowing with the news of her engagement. She couldn't tell her daughter that the man she loved was her brother, she couldn't. Instead she hugged her daughter and congratulated her on the wonderful news.
When the wedding day came around Hermione thought about telling her daughter her fiancé's unknown paternity, she even decided on it, but the minute she saw her beautiful child in the long white dress she couldn't. She couldn't destroy her children like that, so she kept her mouth shut as she had for twenty seven years. She wouldn't hurt them, not any more then she already had.
