Author Notes: So I got this idea last night, and so 'Chosen' was born. I might not finish this because I'm a lazy slob but I'm hoping to. The current setting of the story is Voldemort has taken over and the 'Chosen One' Harry Potter is dead. Everyone is close to giving up and going into hiding.
Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was mine it wouldn't have been so awesome
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Thanks to those who mentioned how I had got the dates a bit wrong. I don't even know what was going through my head when I wrote it!
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."
Sybill Trelawny
23th December 1997
Hermione Granger sat in her bathroom with shaking hands. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. It was impossible. This was not the time for this to happen. It was bad enough Voldemort was ruling the country and her best friend Harry's body buried in Godric's Hollow but this was too much. She couldn't do this.
It was just a fling. A desperate plea for some attention, to show that the whole world wasn't too bad. It wasn't meant to mean anything. Nothing was to come after it. She needed love, he needed love and they were there for each other. Alone in Hogwarts, before it was burnt down two weeks later. And now sitting in her bathroom at home she was facing the consequences. And Merlin she was scared.
What was she going to tell everyone who were planning one last fight against Voldemort, that she couldn't participate because she was… She shuddered, she couldn't even face the word that was scaring her more than the prospect of Voldemort.
And that's when the tears came, warm salty tears poured down her pale face, dripping off her chin. And then sobs wracked her body as she curled up on the toilet seat, begging for this to all be a horrible, horrible dream. But she knew it wasn't, she knew this was going to happen.
George and Fred sat in Grimland Place, studying the Black family tapestry. "Look I can see Tonk's baby," Fred said pointing to a black and white fetus underneath 'Nymphadora Lupin' and 'Remus Lupin'.
"That's weird," George replied. He looked across the tapestry and scowled, "Malfoy." But then he frowned, "Fred… look at this."
Fred walked over to George, his eyebrows raising at the black and white fetus underneath 'Draco Malfoy'.
Hermione breathed heavily, trying to stop the horrible cries coming from her. Crying wasn't going to do anything about it, it wasn't going to change anything. It wasn't going to change the fact that she was two months pregnant with Draco Malfoy's child.
29th July 1998
Hermione cradled Matthew Percival Granger in her arms, wishing for a better world for him.
Don't judge the story on the length of this prologue. It's just to set the theme of this story. And this is more than just a Hermione gets pregnant story.