"Harry," came a shout from the door. "I'm home!" Into the kitchen emerged a frizzy-haired beauty. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "I forgot my lucky quill."
"Hello, Hermione," said Harry to the woman. "How was your day?" Without waiting for an answer, he kissed her on the lips, loving every second of her presence.
Hermione pulled back briskly. "Oh, you know, the usual. But I have a lot of homework. I'd better get started right now." She grabbed an apple and strode out of the kitchen.
After finishing Hogwarts, Hermione had still wanted to pursue a good education, so she got herself into the best university she could find. Unfortunately, this meant apparating overseas every day, so often the stress of going so far through the dimension made her crabby.
Harry knew and understood this, but he always felt horrible when Hermione rejected his love.
What Harry didn't know, and would probably never understand, was the big secret Hermione had.
You see, Harry had no way of knowing where exactly Hermione went before class. Hermione never ate breakfast at home, but she never carried money with her either. And yet, every Saturday when Hermione would make Harry eggs, she always said, "Ready for the most important meal of the day?"
None of it made sense.
Unless something was happening Harry didn't know about…
…
Hermione had a child. Two, actually. Twins.
Robbie and Lilah were the love of her life.
Besides Ron Weasley.
Hermione never really loved Harry. She couldn't. He was her best friend! Sure, at some point she thought she loved him…he had saved her life, after all. But often you fall hard for a hero, even if it only leads you to Hell.
Hermione would know. She had been the one to ask Harry out. She had a mad crush on him. Within two months, she moved in to his house. They got engaged.
That's when Ron paid a visit.
Hermione remembered vividly the day Ron appeared at her door. It was late March. Harry was out at work and wouldn't be back until 5:00, but Hermione was playing sick (which she rarely ever did) so she could catch up on her homework.
In the middle of an extremely hard math problem, the doorbell rang. Wondering who it could be, she got up and answered it, only to find her first crush, Ron standing there.
Hermione didn't know what came over her next. Ron's body had developed more muscles than the last time she saw him. His eyes seemed bluer than ever, and his smile seemed to brighten up the room.
His voice, once squeaky and high-pitched, was now low and husky. The magnificent sound rang through the room as it said, "Erm, mind if I come in?" He looked so cute when he was unsure.
Hermione's sensible side said, "Snap out of it! Walk away!" but her soul took over.
"Please do," she breathed. Ron quickly smiled and stepped inside, looking down. Hermione watched as he took off his coat slowly. He handed it to her, and suddenly she panicked. She couldn't remember where the coat closet was. In the…in the…by the stairs! That was it!
She walked to the closet, stammering to Ron, "H-have a seat." Oh, there was a mirror in the door! Hanging up Ron's coat (it smelled so good!), Hermione checked herself. Ugh, her mascara was…not there. She hadn't done it yet today. But at least her hair was being tame-ish. She smoothed it down, hoping to look more radiant and less…wild.
"What am I thinking," she said to herself. "I am engaged to Harry. I can't behave this way!" She walked into her living room and sat down right next to Ron. Was the living room really hot, or was it just her?
The whole room was silent. Neither looked at each other. The tension built up. Finally, Hermione glanced at Ron, who was glancing at Hermione. Their eyes met.
I won't go into details, but I'll tell you this: Hermione had a heck of a time hiding the love bites Ron had left on her calves and up her back.
For a week, Hermione played sick. Ron returned every day. Harry was getting worried about Hermione's ongoing "fever", though, so Hermione soon went back to school for a while.
Two weeks later, Hermione felt really crabby and sick. She panicked and bought a Muggle pregnancy test.
It was positive.
Wouldn't this take some explaining to Harry?