A/N: So this is definitely the unofficial sequel to Smoke. You don't have to read it to understand this, though. My friends kept pestering me to continue so finally I gave up and this is what happened. This is probably the most cliched of all plotlines ever to exist, but whatevs, I like it. :)

I already have the second chapter written, but I will post it later. I have a ten hour drive tomorrow! :(

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form. And the title is a Florence & the Machine song, so I don't own that either.

My name is Hermione Granger, I am twenty-two years old, and one hour and eight minutes ago, I found out that my life would officially be over in thirty-five weeks and one day.

I rather wish it was cancer. It sounds terrible, but I never asked for this. I guess no one my age really asks for this, considering the look on my doctor's face when he informed me. Only a handful of times has someone ever looked at me like that, with all that pity and concern and generally looking down upon me.

"Miss Granger, erm..." he sighed, looking back down at his test results, "Miss Granger, it seems that you have fallen pregnant. About five weeks, I think."

No no no no. This isn't supposed to happen. This was never supposed to happen.

"If you would like me to test again, I can, but this is extremely accurate, and I highly doubt you'll get-"

I quickly hopped off the examination table, heading straight for the door. "No, it's fine. Thank you, Doctor," I spit out, trying to keep those inevitable sobs at bay.

It took me a while to realize where I had been walking towards. Just a haze of nameless faces and the general bustling and buzz of muggle London. I probably looked absolutely ridiculous, not attempting to keep my sobs or my hair that was slipping out of its ponytail at bay. Finally, I found that I was only two blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron and directed my aching feet in that direction.

When I walked in, the bell hanging above the door tinkled all too brightly. Tom the barman looked up, and called out, "Alrigh' there, Miss Hermione?"

I suppose he intended to ask that to be friendly, but his face fell once he saw my expression. I mumbled something about a hard day's work a little too dejectedly, and pushed open the door that led to the brick wall entrance of Diagon Alley. The tapping pattern on the bricks was nearly forgotten, since I usually apparated directly in my flat, but now, circumstances are different. I can't just fling my body from one place to another with this other...creature inside of me.

I can't get attached to it. Not yet, at least. I don't know how he will react.

After the second try (look, it's been quite a few years), the bricks parted and the busy main street of Diagon Alley appeared. The shopkeepers who kept stands outside nodded and smiled, and I tried my best to return them. Old Mr. Fortescue, sweet as anyone could be, nearly fell off his ladder excitedly waving at me while cleaning his windows. Mrs. Blotts glared at me through the front window of her shop (I swear she knew that I fucked him in the very back row of the Charms section). Everyone was staring at me. I was used to this, being a war hero, but this time it felt different. Like they knew.

They knew I was slutty enough to open my legs for a former fucking Death Eater and oh, God, they know, they know, they know!

I felt myself get dizzy and everything went so blurry. The cobblestones beneath my feet were getting more and more difficult to keep my balance on, and then I saw a face that I honestly hoped would be the last person to see here.

"Hey, Hermione! Hermione! Are you all right?" My best friend's face popped out of the crowd, his red hair (now long) framing his face. When he saw me completely lose my balance, he rushed towards my side. I fainted before I could feel him catch me.

Which he didn't, by the way. I have the gash on my elbow to prove it.

When I came to, not one, but three ginger-framed faces surrounded my own.

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Ginny's voice cut through the air, and I was very thankful that Ron was clever enough to inform her of my fainting spell. Ron's hand held my own, and I quickly snapped it back when his fingers began to subtly graze my thigh.

"We didn't think it would work," George said, looking a little relieved. "I gave you the antidote half of a Fainting Fancy, but since you actually fainted on your own, we didn't know what would happen!"

I could see the gears spinning in his head. He was an intelligent man, probably thinking about sending a batch to St. Mungo's for testing. I couldn't help but glance at the hole in the side of his head where his ear should be, and then think of Fred. I couldn't stand to be around George anymore because I was always reminded of his brother. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who thought that, either.

"How long was I gone for?" I asked, my voice a little weak.

Ron smiled. "Just about ten minutes. I brought you up here and then I called for Ginny, and she brought George."

Ginny worked at George's shop during her Quidditch team's off-season. I loved having her so close to home all the time lately, since Ginny had become quite good company in recent years. She was the exact opposite as Ron, and I could complain about him freely to her without getting the repercussions of doing so to Molly Weasley. She's a handful, that woman.

"I brought some dittany, to heal up your elbow since my stupid brother wasn't quick enough to catch you," Ginny said with a wicked smile on her face, before Ron reached back and lightly punched her side. She nearly doubled over, and slapped him upside the head in return. "Merlin, Ginny, I didn't even hit you that hard!"

"Hey, watch it, you two," George warned, putting on his best older-brother face. Gone was the outgoing, constantly joking George Weasley. He was much more subdued now, his jokes less frequent.

"Okay, boys, out," Ginny commanded, taking the seat that was previously occupied by Ron. She pressed a wet rag to my forehead and waited until the both of her brothers had exited from the sitting room. "Hermione Granger, you had best tell me what's going on or you are a hexed woman."

Everyone takes Ginny seriously when she threatens them. That reputation had stuck with her well past her Hogwarts days and had even strengthened, mostly due to the long line of men she had disposed of recently, including Harry.

I closed my eyes, because I could feel the tears stinging as they welled up and I was not going to cry over this. Her hand went from the rag upon my forehead to my mess of hair, and began to run her fingers through it.

"Hermione, I really would like to know what's wrong," Ginny said softly.

I breathed in shakily, tears still welling up, "Please, Ginny, you cannot tell a soul."

She nodded slowly, realization rising slowly in her eyes.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with this, but I went to the doctor's today and he informed me that I'm pregnant," I attempted to say it as slowly as possible, to make it sound like I wasn't as bothered by it was I actually was.

Ginny went slack-jawed. Her hand suddenly stopped in my hair, and she retracted it back to her lap. "Are you being serious right now?"

I look at her, surprised, "Of course, Ginny! Why would I have fainted in the middle of Diagon Alley?"

I sat up then, letting the wet rag fall to the floor.

"So, am I to be Aunt Ginny, or is there something else I should know?"

Always the perceptive one, that Ginny.

"Ron and I haven't been together for over a year now, Gin, you know that. We just live together to keep up this façade for your mother. We just couldn't break the news to her; she wants us to be together so badly. But now this'll just ruin the relationships I have with Ron and your mother." It felt so good to break this news to her. I could feel the weight lifting from my shoulders, but the heaviest weight still remained.

Ginny took a while to take it in. "I still get to be Aunt Ginny though, right?"

Her warm smile brightened her freckled face, and she leaned over to grasp my hand. "Are you going to tell the father, then?"

I truly loved Ginny, she hadn't even questioned me about the paternity like the other women I knew at work would. But still, I was constantly terrified of how I would tell him. We had broken it off a while ago (apparently it's been five weeks), and we hadn't kept in contact because it's not like we were dating. It was an agreement; when he wanted me he could have me, and vice versa. There was no reason for us to converse anymore, until now.

"Yes, although I don't know how well he'll take it," I said, hesitance bubbling up in my throat, "He's married, as well."

"You know I don't like you sleeping around, Hermione," Ginny admitted, "Now look what's happened!"

"I know!" I said, getting too defensive, "We saw each other a lot. I think he began to care for me," okay, I didn't actually think that, but at least it made Ginny feel better, "but he's a nice man," no, he isn't, "and I hope it goes well."

No, I didn't. I wanted him to tell me that he wouldn't support me, he wouldn't accept his own child, so I could just do what I really wanted to do. Being a single mother (or a mother at all, really) wasn't in my plan.

Ginny stood up and began to collect her things. "You need to go tell him now. I don't want to question you any further, I hate meddling in these things, you know. The longer you wait the worse his reaction will be."

She just stared at me. I gave her a quizzical look, before she said, "Well, what are you waiting for? I'm not leaving until you do!"

Ginny Weasley frustrates me so much sometimes. "Ugh, fine," I said, slipping my shoes and my jumper back on. I sighed, and smiled, "Thank you, Ginny."

"I'm not your best friend for nothing, you stupid girl," she chuckled, and waved good-bye before I apparated away.

I arrived at the front door of Malfoy Manor, and promptly turned on my feet to vomit into a shrub beside the steps. I needed to remember to not apparate anymore, because this was not helping my situation in the least. I had never felt so sick before in my life, and when it finally decided to dissipate, I heard the door slowly creak open.

"Granger?" A familiar, male voice reverberated through my spine. "What on earth are you doing here?"

A/N: As stated before, I have the second chapter written and from there on I have no idea what's going to happen. I'm always hesitant starting chaptered fics because I never finish them. So if I haven't updated in a few weeks, sadly you'll know why. I'm trying to stray away from the usual "Hermione gets pregnant and when the baby is born it instantly makes them fall in love" kind of thing. Because that makes me vomit a little bit. So, this should be more realistic than that.

Please, please review because they warm my heart (and I do a little happy dance in my desk chair).

Thanks for reading!

Bailey