FOR ANNE-KATHRIN and RAMONA and CHRIS

Okay guys, I know some of you are still waiting for an update on my story 'Dare to Love' and I'm still working on it…if you have suggestions on how the story should be continued write me ;)

I had this epiphany one day while I was on my way to school and I just had to write it down, so here it is ;)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.

'Holy fucking shit!', Hermione Granger thought as her car started slipping on the iced road. 'I'm going to die…shit, shit, shit!'. As her car crashed through the crash barrier she was sobbing uncontrollably and was in full panic mode. When her car finally came to a stop because she hit a nearby tree her only thought was 'What the fuck!'

Earlier that day

Hermione Granger had everything she ever wanted. A great job, the best friends ever and a loving boyfriend.

After the war ended the magical community had to rebuilt itself and because of this a lot of important jobs were offered to the 'heroes' of the war. One of them was Hermione. As one of the best friends of The-Boy-Who-Lived and The Brightest Witch Of The Generation she was offered the position of Head of the Department of Mysteries. Seeing the offer as a great opportunity she accepted.

Unfortunately it was also a time-consuming job which didn't leave much time for Ron. Not that she was bothered with it, after all he was Ron Weasley, first class asshole and insensitive idiot.

Hermione couldn't explain it, but somehow she ended up with him after the war and after their shared kiss in the Chamber of Secrets. It was expected. Molly Weasley welcomed her with open arms and the press published every single detail of their blossomed love. But after all the years growing up together they knew everything about each other. Hermione knew that Ron was a fame-seeking git. Understandable after living with six siblings in a small house and being best friends with Harry Potter. On the other hand Ron knew that Hermione was an intelligent, ambitious and truly terrifying woman when she got angry. He knew that she didn't want to be stuck as a housewife immediately. She wanted to have a job, where she could work on things that interested her.

But of course, being the idiot he was, he didn't think about that. He wanted children, many, and he wanted them now. He wanted to start a family ASAP and told her so.

Hermione had other plans.

At first being shocked into silence, she didn't react. But then it got to her. eHeHElökxyjflhfgvfdgfhvxcuhHe didn't care about her feelings, he didn't care about her thoughts on that matter.

And then he said: "Then you can be just like my mum."

She didn't like that at all. It was not as though she didn't like Molly, it was just that she had other plans than cooking, cleaning and giving birth. She respected Molly for being happy with such simple things, but Hermione just wanted more.

Of course she wanted to have children someday, but not exactly seven. It was almost uncommon in the Muggle World to have more than four children and growing up there, it stuck to her mind.

But back to the talk with Ron.

After a lot of yelling, crying and throwing breakable things, she stormed out of their shared apartment to clean her head on a drive.

Not without telling Ron that things were over though.

Her car was her baby.

It was a black, shiny mustang.

It was beautiful.

It was not exactly build for the icy streets of England's winter roads.

Her last thought was: "I hope my car can be repaired…" before blacking out.