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Hermione Granger.
She was the brightest witch of her age all through school, she was a war heroine who fought the Darkest Wizard of all time alongside the famous Harry Potter, and it was a well-known fact that she would soon be wed to her childhood sweetheart and fellow member of the Golden Trio, Ronald Weasley.
Hermione was shopping for her wedding dress with Ginny, they were to have a joint wedding and had been planning it for just over a year.
"Oh, Ginny, can you believe it? In just two months we'll both be married!" Hermione said dreamily, clutching the dress she had just picked up to inspect tightly to her chest.
"Hem-hem."
Hermione looked quickly over to the source of the noise. There was a dark-haired girl with a nose curled up like a snout standing smugly at the other side of the room. It didn't take long for Hermione and Ginny to work out who it was.
"Pansy." Hermione spat the word like it was poison.
"Granger. Or should I say Weasley?" She smirked, "I heard rumor that Weaselbee had popped the question, but I just had to see it to believe it."
"And what would you be doing in a bridal shop? Playing dress-up?" Ginny said, voice filled with venom.
"Oh, didn't see you there, Weasley. But then again haven't blood-traitors like you always been a minority? And for your information, I'm getting married, and I hope you are too." She said, smirking at Ginny's rather large baby bump.
"Who's the man? Do I dare call him lucky?" Hermione said, picking up Ginny's habit of having the most sass ever once confronted by an old enemy.
"Draco Malfoy," Pansy cooed, more to herself than to Ginny and Hermione. "So of course my marriage is of a much higher standard than both of yours put together."
"Oh, how sweet. Piggy and the ferret." Ginny fake-cooed, causing Hermione to roar with laughter at the mental image of a bouncing white ferret, an image that replayed itself many times in her head since it happened.
Pansy turned bright red but chose to ignore their comments.
"Anyway, I have better things to do than talk to a mudblood and blood-traitor, Goodbye." She said as she stalked off down the other clothes isle.
Ginny and Hermione returned to looking at dresses as though nothing had happened.
"I really don't think pink is my colour," Ginny said as she held a pretty, pink dress against herself and looked in the mirror. "It clashes with my hair," she sighed before putting the dress back on the rack.
"Shall we try the other shop?" Hermione suggested, Ginny nodded and the two headed out the door and down the street, chatting happily about their wedding plans.
"No, you hang up. No, you hang up. No, you hang up. Fine." Draco Malfoy slammed the phone back down onto the receiver and groaned. Pansy really was annoying, sometimes. OK, Pansy was just annoying full stop. He couldn't bare the thought of marrying her, his mother was so obsessed with the thought of her son marrying a respectable pure-blood that she never even took into consideration what he might want. His mother was even more rushed to have him wed when she read the announcements in the newspaper that Potter, Weasley and Granger were to get married.
Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter had been on the front cover of one of the newspapers, Ginny sporting a huge baby bump, they were both smiling as though they could never be happier.
A few weeks later Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had appeared on the front cover, Hermione looked tired, over-worked, even ill. Ron didn't look anywhere near as happy as Harry did when he was with Ginny. He had received an invitation to their joint wedding now that his mother was on Christmas card terms with the Weasley's, she was also fond of Granger for reasons unknown to him.
"Miss. Granger is a very beautiful girl, such a pity she's muggle-born." she said one night.
Quite frankly, he couldn't agree less. Granger wasn't pretty in the slightest. Out of ten he would give her..maybe..an eight..and a half..or a nine..but definitely not higher than a 9.8 because there is always room for improvement.
Draco's train of thoughts was interrupted by a text message on his phone. He had begun to start liking some muggle inventions, such as mobile phones. They were a good way of contacting people.
The text was from Pansy.
"Luv u bby miss u already:(( xxxxxxx"
Maybe being able to contact people isn't such a good idea after all.
Harry, Ginny, Ron and the rest of the Weasley's were sitting in the living room, looking expectantly at Hermione who was pacing up and down the room. She kept opening her mouth to speak and then closing it again. Some people were slightly worried, others were watching her in slight amusement as they were quite used to Hermione's funny behavior.
She continued pacing up and down the room, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
"Come on, Hermione, spit it out!" George urged, earning him a meaningful glare from Hermione.
"OK, I'm just going to come out with it." She said finally, "I'm pregnant."
There was a moment of stunned silence, only to be interrupted by Mrs. Weasley's sobs of delight. Ginny was the next to start crying, followed by Fleur.
"'Mione, oh my god!" Squealed Ginny, pulling her best friend into a hug. "Our babies are going to be best friends!"
"Two new grandchildren, oh Arthur!" Molly Weasley cried, hugging her husband tightly. The room was filled with a happy buzz of people talking, hugs and smiling faces. The only person who didn't look happy was Ron.
He got to his feet and stormed out of the room, causing the room to fall silent once more.
"R-Ronald.." Hermione called nervously, running after him.
He stopped but didn't turn to look at her.
"I can't do this, 'Mione." Ron said, his voice shaking.
"What?" She asked incredulously.
"I can't do this, I've found someone else." He said, turning round to face her. At first she was sure this was one of Ron's pathetic and not-at-all-funny jokes, until she caught the look on his face and realized he was deadly serious. She struggled to hold back the tears.
"W-What?" She asked, hoping she'd heard him wrong.
"You heard me, Hermione, I'm sorry. You're all better without me anyway." He said, and without another word there was a crack and he had gone, leaving a sobbing and heart broken Hermione on the ground outside the Burrow.
"Terrible..Terrible.." Narcissa Malfoy muttered to herself as she read the headline of the Daily Prophet.
"What's terrible, mother?" Draco asked.
"Poor Miss. Granger, that Weasley boy left her last night," She said mournfully. This surprised Draco, he hadn't expected them to ever break up. To his disbelief he actually felt a pang of pity for Granger.
"Oh. Weasley was always a prick." He said casually, not wanting to offend his mother by telling her that he didn't care much about Granger.
Draco returned to the book he was reading before he was interrupted by a rather large, horrified gasp from where his mother sat.
"What is it?" He asked urgently, had someone they knew been killed?
"She's pregnant!" She said, tears in her eyes, she had always been a bit over-dramatic.
"Who?" He asked, completely unconcerned now, realizing his mother was just being a drama queen.
"Miss. Granger, of course, who else would I be talking about?" She snapped.
Now he really was shocked. He always knew Weasley was a prick but he never thought he'd leave his pregnant fiancee. He made a mental note to himself to hex Weasley next time he saw him.
"Maybe you should owl her? You know, see if she's alright?" Draco suggested, really he just wanted to get rid of his mother so he could read in peace.
"You know, Draco; I'll do just that." She said with an air of finality and got to her feet and left the room.
"Women." Draco sighed, shaking his head and returning to reading his book.
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"Shhh...Shhh...there, there." Ginny said soothingly, rubbing circles on her sobbing best friends back.
"How could Ron be such an arse?" George said, Ginny glared at him, praying he wouldn't make Hermione worse but she paid no attention to anyone around her as she drowned in her sorrows.
"Here's a cup of tea, dear." Said Molly quietly, handing the tea to Ginny to give to Hermione.
"Th-Th-Thank you, M-Molly." Hermione sobbed, she sat up and took the tea from Ginny, more because she felt it was just decent manners than because she wanted it. Her eyes were red from crying and her hair was, somehow even bushier than it normally was.
"George, where's Harry?" Ginny asked.
"He's gone looking for Ron with dad, they're both not happy." He said, "I would've gone, too but they left me to look after you with Ginny, mum and Fleur."
"I 'ate zat Ron," Fleur declared, sitting on the sofa opposite the one Hermione was sitting in.
"How's Victorie?" Hermione asked Fleur, determined to change to subject to take her mind off wrong.
"Zhe is doing brilliantly, just ze other day zhe zed 'mummy'!" Fleur said, filled with delight at the thought of her precious baby.
"And Teddy lost his first tooth tonight, Hermione!" Molly said proudly.
"Something you two have to look forward to, eh?" George said, winking in the direction of Hermione and Ginny. Hermione's spirits lifted considerably at this. She didn't need Ron. Soon she would have a little baby of her own to look after, something Ronald will regret missing out on for the rest of his life.
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