This is the continuation of my previous story, A New Time, which I felt ended on the wrong foot. So I definitely need feedback on this one guys otherwise it might be as bad as the last one!! Oh and there might be some slight detail slips. :O lol R&R!

Three months ago….

Winding their way up the stairs they moved silently, holding back their excited giggles. This was so wrong; that's what made it so fun.

For the past month she'd been sneaking around Hogwarts with Ron, who a month ago would have been the last person she'd have done anything with. But times change.

No. Times don't change. She thought. People do.

Back and forth between her room and his they'd done much more than fool around. She'd kept her promise to Ron. He had been her first. Now, in thirty-three weeks, she'd be having his child.

The auburn haired girl sighed softly as she lay next to her fiancé in the twin bed covered in Hogwarts bedding. She felt so childish, it was hard to believe she was going to turn 19 in four weeks much less have a baby and be married so soon.

She'd never wanted this. It was too much for her, way too soon. Since she first got accepted into Hogwarts Hermione had dreamed of adventure. She craved it and now missed it terribly. Ever since the discovery that Harry had died, Ron had locked her in a high tower, opening the door only long enough to have his fill of her. Everywhere she went he was with her and her pleasant little smile could only hold for so long.

Silently she slid out of bed, wrapping her robe tightly around her naked body. Her feet padded gently down the spiral steps and out the entrance of the Gryffindor common room. These walks, so late at night, peaceful in every way, allowed her thoughts to bloom and her mind to wander. The girl made her way down the dark empty corridor, her feelings mixed about the once famous wizarding school turned fortress.

There were no longer students here, only survivors, and the thought brought tears to her eyes. Soon the knowledge would be lost; she felt it in her bones. And with a child and husband to burden her, she would never be able to keep up with her studies. It was all ruined.

She found herself at a runs pace, flying around corners, down steps, knowing she was risking it all. She didn't care, it didn't matter. Her whole world had been tossed upside down all because of him.

All because of Malfoy.

Those words slid into her mind right before she faltered on a step causing her to tumble the rest of the way down three full flights of cold stone stairs landing with a crack against the hard ground and she lay there, peaceful, until the morning.

So…definitely different huh? Tell me what you think :)