Ater Sanguis
Warnings: Rated M for language, potential violence, and occasional sexual scenes; adult themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful wizarding world of Harry Potter. If I did, I could actually afford to attend uni. All characters are property of JK Rowling.
A/N: I have been reading a lot of really amazing stories as of late (mostly by Shayalonnie and Colubrina), and I just really wanted to write my own. I'm in love with the idea of Pureblood!Hermione and Half-Blood!Hermione stories, so I wanted to try my own. This is a slight AU in a few other ways as well – Sirius did not die at the end of OOTP, and there will be some big differences over the course of the story, as well as a slight change to Hermione's appearance. I have a few chapters written already, so depending on how well this is received in the next few days I will upload more. Anyways, here's Ater Sanguis (you'll learn what that means one day)
Prologue
1 January, 1979
Muggle Pub, London
Helen Jones was ringing in the New Year with her roommates. At 21 years of age, and one of the smartest in her class at uni, she decided to celebrate all that she had. She was drunk, no doubt about it, but she deserved it. Last semester had been brutal, and she wanted to kick of her New Year right.
"Hey, 'El," one of her friends shouted across the table. "There's a guy lookin' at you. And damn is he dreamy!"
"Holy shit, he's coming this way, Helen!"
Helen sat up straighter, and positioned her shirt so her breasts were more noticeable. The guy had to be her age; he had a black leather jacket on and he had black shaggy hair. He was gorgeous, and he sauntered right up to her.
"Can I buy you another drink, beautiful?" The man asked, a grin on his face.
Helen downed her drink and nodded. They went to the bar where he bought her the most expensive drink on the menu. They chatted for a while, and when she felt it was too hot, she struggled with her jacket.
"Wanna 'elp me?" Helen asked, looking up at him with her chocolate brown eyes. Her hair had fallen out of the bun she had it in, frizzy pieces in her face. The man pushed the hair behind her ear and planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
"How's about we go to my flat?" He suggested. Helen agreed and left with him, gesturing wildly to her friends, who hollered praise at her.
God was he good in bed. They shagged for the whole day – on his bed, on the kitchen table, in the shower, on the hallway floor. Helen came at least 10 times, and half of those times were because he ate her out so damn well. She was in lust, and she knew it.
That evening they got drunk in his flat, but when his roommate returned, Helen had to leave. He brought her back to the pub they met at, and he gave her a kiss.
"Will I ever see you again?" Helen asked, sobering up. Her lover shrugged. They parted ways.
She didn't see him again.
...
13 February, 1979
Helen Jones' flat
A little pink plus.
That damned bloke gave her the dreaded little pink plus.
Helen was three weeks into a relationship with a very nice guy named Jeff Granger. Jeff was pre-med like Helen, looking to be a dentist as well. They had been friends for a while, but decided to give a romantic relationship a shot. They got on well, and the sex was nice, but they always used protection.
She hadn't with her New Year's hookup. And now she had that little pink plus.
"El?" Kathy, Helen's roommate, knocked on the door to their little bathroom. "You've been in there a while, El. Are you okay?"
Helen opened the door and collapsed in a sob on her best friend's shoulder. She bawled, worried about what her parents would think, what Jeff would think. It was the day before bloody Valentine's Day, and she found out she was pregnant! What would she do?
"Lie."
Helen looked at her friend and sniffled. "Lie?"
"Lie. El, you gotta lie. Tell Jeff it's his." Kathy knew that Helen and Jeff used protection, and she remembered the dreamy bloke from New Year's, and made the connection. "Tell him that clearly a condom broke, and now you're pregnant."
"When should I tell him?"
"Tomorrow?"
...
29 May, 1979
Jones Household
Helen had a hard time telling her parents she was pregnant. She expected her mother to understand, but her father? That was a different story. When they asked for the name of the boy who impregnated her, Helen paused.
"Jeff Granger."
...
17 July, 1979
Granger flat
Jeff and Helen were married now. He took the whole pregnancy thing well, and proposed to her weeks after her reveal. They had just returned from their honeymoon to Paris. Helen fell in love with Jeff somewhere along the way, but she couldn't get her mystery man out of her mind. It was his fault she was pregnant, and he just disappeared out of her life. But she didn't need him.
She had Jeff, and her little pink plus.
...
19 September, 1979
Chelsea and Westminister Hospital, London
The pain was unbearable. How her mother coped, Helen would never know. Helen begged for some sort of anesthetic, as soon as possible.
It took her 12 hours to deliver her child, but holding that tiny little human that she carried was worth it.
"Welcome to the world, Hermione Jean."