~*~*~ Their Story ~*~*~
Rating: R - just to be safe
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them... wish I would but I don't
A/N: Prologue and epilogue are set on the future. Everything between are the present. Also I want reviews. If I don't get them I get this feeling that there's no reason to continue writing. I also want to apologize my errors in writing. I'm not very good at that. This is my first D/HR fanfiction. Please, be kind.
Summary: What happened 20 years ago? D/HR
PROLOGUE
Hermione was lying on a beach, getting a tan. She looked around and noticed her son coming towards her. He had graduated from Hogwarts on that day and she couldn't be more proud. He had been a Headboy and prefect and had the best grades. She noticed that few girls on that beach was checking her son, Darien, out.
"Mom." Darien said and sat beside her mother.
"Darien." Hermione replied. "Those girls are checking you out."
"Mom!" Darien cried out loud. He couldn't believe what he just heard coming out of HIS MOTHER'S mouth.
"What?" Hermione asked innocently and smiled to her eighteen-year-old son.
"Nothing..." Darien mumbled.
"Where's your sisters?" Hermione asked and looked around.
"Violet and Rose are swimming over there," he pointed to left, "and Sam is making a sandcastle over there." He pointed to right.
Hermione got up and looked to the left where she noticed her thirteen-year-old twins, Violet and Rose, running from the water to their towels. Then she looked to the right and saw her seven-year-old daughter, Samantha (or Sam, as everyone liked to call her), building a sandcastle. She smiled to the image. Her life just couldn't get any better. Now if only her dear husband would come down. She had very important news to tell him.
"Where's dad?" Darien suddenly asked.
"He said that he would be here in a minute but I guess that he lost track of time." Hermione laughed.
Darien smiled. His father always lost the track of time when he was working. "Mom?" He asked. "Can I go inside now? I'm bored."
"Sure, you can, honey." Hermione said softly. Then her eyes seem to water and she hugged her first born. "Oh, Darien. I'm so proud of you. You have made me and your father so proud. I mean, look at you. All grown up and intelligent as ever."
"Thanks mom." He said softly. 'What moodswings. Reminds me of the year when Sam borned.' "Mom, are you okay?" He asked and Hermione smiled.
"Of course I am, you silly. I'm prefectly okay." Hermione still hugged him and after few moments she let go. "If you want to go, you can go. Just say to your father that I need to talk to him and tell also that a minute has passed more than once."
Darien smiled and after Hermione kissed him on the cheek, he apparated.
'Oh, could my life be more perfect? I have four beautiful children, two on it's way and a loving husband.' Hermione thought. 'I really should thank professor Snape. I mean, it was his potion class where this all started...'
Rating: R - just to be safe
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them... wish I would but I don't
A/N: Prologue and epilogue are set on the future. Everything between are the present. Also I want reviews. If I don't get them I get this feeling that there's no reason to continue writing. I also want to apologize my errors in writing. I'm not very good at that. This is my first D/HR fanfiction. Please, be kind.
Summary: What happened 20 years ago? D/HR
PROLOGUE
Hermione was lying on a beach, getting a tan. She looked around and noticed her son coming towards her. He had graduated from Hogwarts on that day and she couldn't be more proud. He had been a Headboy and prefect and had the best grades. She noticed that few girls on that beach was checking her son, Darien, out.
"Mom." Darien said and sat beside her mother.
"Darien." Hermione replied. "Those girls are checking you out."
"Mom!" Darien cried out loud. He couldn't believe what he just heard coming out of HIS MOTHER'S mouth.
"What?" Hermione asked innocently and smiled to her eighteen-year-old son.
"Nothing..." Darien mumbled.
"Where's your sisters?" Hermione asked and looked around.
"Violet and Rose are swimming over there," he pointed to left, "and Sam is making a sandcastle over there." He pointed to right.
Hermione got up and looked to the left where she noticed her thirteen-year-old twins, Violet and Rose, running from the water to their towels. Then she looked to the right and saw her seven-year-old daughter, Samantha (or Sam, as everyone liked to call her), building a sandcastle. She smiled to the image. Her life just couldn't get any better. Now if only her dear husband would come down. She had very important news to tell him.
"Where's dad?" Darien suddenly asked.
"He said that he would be here in a minute but I guess that he lost track of time." Hermione laughed.
Darien smiled. His father always lost the track of time when he was working. "Mom?" He asked. "Can I go inside now? I'm bored."
"Sure, you can, honey." Hermione said softly. Then her eyes seem to water and she hugged her first born. "Oh, Darien. I'm so proud of you. You have made me and your father so proud. I mean, look at you. All grown up and intelligent as ever."
"Thanks mom." He said softly. 'What moodswings. Reminds me of the year when Sam borned.' "Mom, are you okay?" He asked and Hermione smiled.
"Of course I am, you silly. I'm prefectly okay." Hermione still hugged him and after few moments she let go. "If you want to go, you can go. Just say to your father that I need to talk to him and tell also that a minute has passed more than once."
Darien smiled and after Hermione kissed him on the cheek, he apparated.
'Oh, could my life be more perfect? I have four beautiful children, two on it's way and a loving husband.' Hermione thought. 'I really should thank professor Snape. I mean, it was his potion class where this all started...'
