She knew exactly who's it was, since he was the only person, that had been with her like that. He had lied at Malfoy Manor, when he said that he didn't harm them, because he had raped her the night before. Her first time was the one time, that got her pregnant, but still she could not bring herself to go into the clinic.
Even though her child was conceived by a rape, it was still her child, who had a strong will to live. If Bella hadn't managed to prevent the conception, through the multiple times of putting the witch under the crucio, than who was she to put an end to the strong life still inside her.
"Can I help you dear?" A woman asked softly, stepping out of the small building, and looking at the witch with motherly eyes.
The witch couldn't hold back her tears, as she held her stomach protectively, as she shook her head, "I can't do this to them, I thought I could, but-"
"Why don't you come inside dear, and I will get you a glass of water, than we could at least check your baby out," The woman gently lead the young woman into the surprisingly homely building, and sat her in a chair at a table, where there were pastries on the plate, "We have woman that change there mind all the time, so don't feel guilty about not being able to go through, with why you came here for. I have been in your place, now may I ask how far along are you?"
"It would have to have been three months," The witch answered softly, accepting the water bottle from the older woman, and smiling as the woman placed a muffin in front of her. She didn't see judgment in the woman's eyes, and actually felt safe in the place, that brought death. "I was raped three months ago, but I didn't tell my friends, because I didn't want to add to-"
"Did you see anyone, to check for anything?" The older woman asked, a worried expression playing across her gentle face. She had took a hold of the young woman's hand, as the witch was crying again.
"Yes, I didn't get a STD," Witch's, and Wizard's, were able to get rid of them, even if they did contract one. But she wasn't about to say that to a muggle doctor, who didn't even know about the other world, "I just found out I was pregnant, last week when I noticed my period hadn't returned when it should had. I know it was 'his', because I was a virgin at the time, and there hasn't been anyone since."
"Well let me introduce myself, I am Dianne Thomas, I like to be formal with my patients, so no need to call me doctor. Now can I ask you a couple questions?" The doctor asked, now holding a clipboard, and pen.
"I don't want a-"
"I do more than just abortions, I also am a OBGYN, and if you would like. I would like to be your doctor," The doctor assured, smiling at the young woman.
The witch relaxed a little bit, before smiling back at the woman, "I am Hermione Granger, please to meet you Dianna Thomas, and I would love for you to be my doctor."
"Hermione Granger?" The older woman suddenly pulled the young witch into a hug, as tears started to fall from her face, "I recognize your now from my son, I was hoping to meet you, and to thank you for saving my son in the war."
The witch studied the older woman, before recognizing some familiarities, "Mrs. Thomas, you're Deans mother?"
"I am sorry if I scared you, I just owe so much to you, for saving my boy," The woman started feeling out a form, "I am going to over see this pregnancy. Do your parents know?"
"They died in my sixth year, by a couple of Death Eaters, but I like to think they'll looking out for me," The witch answered softly, as she gripped the locket, that was around her neck. "I came to the muggle clinic, because everyone knows me in the wizarding world, and I am not ready to let the world know."
"I won't say a word, can I have you finish filling out your address, and we can set up appointment times. I am sorry to hear about your parents dear," The older woman handed the witch a tissue, as she slid the clipboard to her, "I need to know where to-"
"I am staying at a Hotel down the street, and you could just text me with the time for each appointment. I don't have a P.O. Box, but I suppose I should set one up, shouldn't I," The witch was now talking to herself, as she filled out the form, I am currently taking some night classes to finish my senior year. Since I wont be able to go back to Hogwarts, because than everyone would know about the baby, and I don't think I could handle that at the moment. I will be looking for a flat, or place where I could raise my baby, so-"
"You'll come home with me, we have the attic we refurbished, to become a small apartment. It will be the least I could do, and I won't take no for an answer," Dianna stood to her feet, and filed the paperwork, before getting her own purse, and leading the young witch out of the building.
Hermione started to shake her head, "Dean-"
"Knows how to keep personal life personal, and was raised not to judge people, so don't worry about him. He is going to a muggle school, to finish his last year of school like you, to many bad memories from the war he says. He said the Minister of Magic, prepared documents so there wouldn't be questions, when he attends non-magical school."
"Yes, I had requested similar documents," The expecting mother smiled, as she thought of the Minister, who was her friend. "He's going to be good, for the new wizarding world."
Dianna smiled, "Yes, Dean, he speaks highly of the Minister. Shall we be off?" The older witch smiled, as she took the witch's hand, "Time to meet my boys."
The two woman stopped at the hotel, and gathered the young witches belonging, before they headed back to the Thomas Residence. Where the older woman, helped the young woman settle in, before going to the kitchen to start dinner.
Hermione stared at the small apartment in the basement, at the cream colored walls, and the brown leather sofa, with a matching lazy boy. Than followed the woman to the other two rooms, where one was kept empty, and the other had a a queen bed in the center. With matching bookshelves, along the walls with a dresser, with two large windows on either side of the bed. "This is really wonderful of you."
"You're welcome to anything in the kitchen, and also you're bathroom is right up the stairs to the right, which no one else uses. I sent a text to my son, to get you some saltines, and club soda, because you were telling me earlier that you've been getting nauseous. My husband, and other boys will be back home, he just went to pick them up from there football practice."
"Dean, he was telling me about his brothers, when we were back at Hogwarts. We always talked about what we missed most about our homes, especially after Hogsmead days, when some of the wizarding families would meet there children there." The witch placed her bag on the bed, and then looked at the other woman, "Is there a market near by, I would like to cook dinner, to thank your family."
"We have plenty of food in the kitchen, you could use whatever it is you like dear, I need to get out of my work clothes. Help yourself to anything," The older woman smiled at the young lady.
Hermione was in the kitchen listening to her earphones, and didn't hear anyone enter the kitchen. She had met Allen Thomas, and the twins thirty minutes earlier, and felt like part of the family. She was about to turn to take the salad to the table, when she bumped into a solid chest, causing her to drop the bowl. Without giving the new person a second glance, she bent down to began cleaning the mess, "I am terribly sorry."
"Mione, what are you doing here?"
The witch looked up, and felt her face flush, when realizing she was looking at her classmate. "Dean!" She jumped up, and wrapped her arms tightly around the wizard, "I didn't hear you come in, how are you?"
"At the moment confused, since no one has seen you since rebuilding Hogwarts, that was a month ago. Where have you been, Ron, and Harry, said they hadn't heard from you in a couple weeks." Dean explained.
"I told them I needed some time in the muggle world," She turned to get something out of the stove, once the near timer went off, "Arthur, has been sending me parchments, letting me know what's going on ahead of time. There is talk about a marriage law, but it's still up in the air."
"How is that suppose to work?" Dean asked in a whisper, not having had heard of the new law.
"They are talking about making purebloods, marry half blood, or muggles borns, to lower the chance of squibs. Arthur is letting me know, so I have time to turn in my wand, before they start making it mandatory for us to get obliviated. He doesn't want to see me forget everything about magic, so is going to let me know before it's final." Her shoulders were shaking, as tears started pooling out of her eyes, as she set the bread basket on the table.
"You'd be willing to give up your wand, to live in the muggle world, I thought you loved being a witch." The wizard asked confused.
"Dean, you're home," Dianna greeted, as she entered the kitchen, and wrapped her arms around her eldest son. "Mione, it smells really wonderful, looks amazing to?"
"Thank you, I grilled some chicken for the salad, and made some small spinach cheese pies," She pointed to the biscuit basket, "My mum, use to make them with our salads, they were dentist you know."
"Smells good enough to eat, Hermione," Allen complimented, coming into the kitchen, with Alex, and Aiden, who were both thirteen. "Boys, why don't you two fix a plate, and go eat in your room. The grown ups need to talk."
Alex, rolled his eyes as he got a plate from the table, and started to pile it high, "Since when is Dean, not counted as a kid?"
"Since Hermione, is his friend from Hogwarts, and he doesn't know yet," Dianna answered, crossing her arms across her chest, giving Aiden a look that dared him to say something like his brother.
Aiden just looked at the witch, and smiled politely, "Thanks for making dinner, it looks good."
Hermione smiled as she watched the twins leave, before taking the seat that Allen held out for her, much like he did for his own wife. Reminded her of how her own father would do the small gesture, for her mother, and her, "Thank you, for allowing me to live in you basement, Dianna, and Allen. I really feel like I should call you Mr. Thomas, Allen is just so-"
"It's my name, and everyone calls me Allen, except the twins, and Dean," The older man cut her off, as he fixed his own plate.
"Alright, so talk," Dean urged, looking at both of his parents, "Why is Mione here, and going to live in the basement, which I spent the last three summers fixing up for when I got out of Hogwarts.?"
"Because she didn't have a place to live, and didn't want to be in the wizarding world," Dianna answered, before looking at the witch, "You want to explain the reasoning, or would you like me to dear?"
"You know what, I knew it wasn't going to be a good idea, I should really find a place of my own," Hermione answered, setting her napkin back on the table, and standing trying not to meet the wizards eyes, "I will keep my appointments with you. I should go to the Burrow, until I could find a place of my own, sorry to-" She apperated, before anyone had time to protest.
"She's pregnant Dean, and didn't want to live in the wizarding world, because of her publicity. I thought since she saved your life, the least I could do is offer her a room, and that way I could look out for her." Dianna stood, and looked down at her son, "Now she feels guilty, and has to stress about finding a home, when all afternoon she was worry free. Her parents died before the war, and she had been living in a Hotel, since the end of the war."
"Why doesn't she want to live with Ron, if she is pregnant than, the baby has to be his," Dean questioned, taking his plate to the sink, and cleaning up his plate, "The Weasley's, they all would love to have a grandch-"
"That is for her to tell you," Allen answered, leading his wife out of the kitchen, so the wizard could finish the dishes.
Dean sighed, as he leaned against the counter, even more angry with himself, 'The girl that he had a crush on since third year, was actually going to be living in his home, and he had to get mad because she was going to be living in the basement.'
"Mione!" Ron wrapped his arms around the witch, as soon as she apperated into the Burrow, "Where have you bloody been?"
She looked up at her best friend, before looking for Harry, who was sitting on the sofa, having been pushed down by the excited Ron, "I need to talk to you guys."
The two boys sat on either side of her, and took each of her hands, as she started to tear up. She smiled at them, "Remember, when the snatchers kept me in the tent that night, before taking us to the manor the next morning?"
"Of course we remember, I wanted to check on you so bad, but they had bind us to the bloody tree," Harry answered, as the other wizard nodded in agreement, "What happened, after that Scabior guy went in there? He wouldn't let his men enter the tent with him, and Greyback, had been pissed off after you two came out the next morning."
"He forced himself on me in the tent, kept mumbling about he was trying to let the dog know I been soiled, so that way he would lose interest. I didn't know what he meant by that, but during that time I was to upset, and wanted to just disappear. When he brought me out the next morning, I remember Greyback, was looking at me, and I thought he was going to take me back into the tent, but I actually heard him sniff me, before growling at the the snatcher, who raped me." She looked at Harry, with a whole new expression, "He was protecting me from Greyback, because we both know his sick obsession with me, and than after that he didn't even come near me."
"So why are you suddenly sharing this, after three months of keeping it to yourself, there has to be a reason," Harry grew more sober, as he looked at his best female friend, resting a hand on her shoulder, "What are you trying to tell us?"
"I'm pregnant," The witch exclaimed, before burying her face, in the palm of her hands. "Only people who know, are Mr. Weasley, and Dean's family."
"You told Dean Thomas's family, before even talking to your best friends?" Ron was red faced, as he jumped from beside her, and started pacing the floor, "I had to tell Arthur, and Mrs. Thomas, is going to be my OBGYN, I was going to get an abortion, when I went to the clinic she works at. Then-"
"So you're not pregnant anymore," Ron seemed to relax, as he sat back down beside the witch, and looked at her, "So are you staying here?"
"Ron, I am sure she told us, because she couldn't go through with the abortion," Harry explained, pulling the crying witch in his arms, "If you need anything, then-"
Knock Knock Knock
"You're always welcome to our home, Dean, no need to stand outside the door," Arthur was talking to the new arrival, not even noticing the witch, actually as long as you're here I might as well tell you about some developments at the Ministry. I think it's best to warn my loved ones, and there friends, so your have time," the older wizard looked to the small sofa, and smiled warmly at the witch, "Didn't know you were back, Mione."
Dean looked at the witch, and noticed the tears in her eyes, suddenly feeling guilty, "I am sorry about the way I acted at dinner, Mione. I really would like for you to move into the basement apartment, my mom is really upset that you left, and my step dad wasn't to happy either."
"I should had waited to hear how you would feel, instead of accepting the invitation from your mum, but the hotel was starting to make me feel more homesick, especially when I found out I was pregnant." The witch looked at Arthur, and smiled at him, "I appreciate you, and Molly, keeping my secret for me."
"Well of course Mione, you're just like one of the family, you know that," Arthur took the witches hand, and pulled her up into a hug, "Glad you're here, because they come to a decision, starting a month from tomorrow. They are going to set forth the marriage law, to those who are not married, and whoever refuses at that time will be obliviated of everything to do with magic. So if you want to turn in your wand, and still keep your magic in tact, then you should do so before that time. You just won't be able to come back to the wizarding world, and if they see you around, they can send you to Azkaban."
"I understand that, but I just want to keep my baby safe, and I-"
"Marry me, Mione," Dean blurted, causing the others in the room, to look at him with mixed emotions. "That way we could still be part of the magic world, and not be subjected to the law, just make the announcements later. Saying we didn't want the publicity of the magic world, so we been living with my parents, to have a normal life after the war. I will help you raise the baby, as if it were my very own, so please let me, by promising you a life where you won't have to give up your magic. I can't imagine one of the brightest, most gifted witches of all time, just turning in there wand, and not doing magic. Please marry me Mione." He was on his knees in front of her, taking her hands in his own.
"I will marry her, Dean, don't worry about anything. I am her best friend, I should be the one to marry her, and when the baby is born, you could find a home for it, and could start on our own children," Ron explained, gaining glares from the other three wizards, and tears from the witch.
"I think you should marry, Dean, at least his proposal was more tender," Ginny explained, as she came down the stairs, with her mother following, "Ron, I thought you were marrying, Lavender?"
"Bill could marry you two, he doesn't know anything about the law, and it wont seem so suspicious," Molly explained, already holding a parchment, and tying it to the red owl. "He could be here in ten minutes, just give me the word."
"You would really want to marry me, even if I am pregnant with another mans child?" The brunette witch asked, wiping the tears from her eyes, as she looked at Dean.
"I would marry you, and learn to love this child, just like my own step dad loved me," Dean took the witches hands in his, and placed a kiss to her forehead, "We might need to invite my parents here, so they will be part of the wedding. Seamus, he is working for the prophet, he could write a story about how we were dating since the war, and found out your were pregnant, and decided to get married so we could be a real family."
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for a hug, "Alright, we have some invitations to write, don't we?" She turned to look at the youngest Weasley, "Do you still have the Hope Chest, that I brought here after my parents death, I think there are some things I need to get."
"It's in my closet," Ginny answered, pulling the witch up behind her, and to her room as everyone hurried to prepare for the wedding.
Dean wrote a couple of parchments, one explaining everything to his parents, and asking them to bring his suit from the Yule Ball. He would be able to alter it with magic, so it would fit him now, and he would send Seamus, to floo them over for the wedding. Then sent a parchment explaining everything to Seamus, even pretending that the two muggle borns had been dating for three months, and just couldn't wait to get married. Then explaining that they didn't want her to show, so they thought sooner would be better, to have a midnight wedding.
Harry was talking to Bill, who had just arrived with his own family, and was explaining the plans. He looked over at his old classmate, before approaching, "I think of Mione, just like a sister, so treat her good. On that note, I agree with your reasoning, about her being to powerful just to give up her magic. If you hadn't proposed, I would had probably asked her myself, but she would had refused me because she knows how much I love Ginny."
"I had crushed on Mione, since our fourth year at Hogwarts, and was about to ask her to the Yule Ball, until that Bulgarian asked. I was there to talk to her, after Ron, went on with Lavender. I walked back up to our dormitory with her," Dean looked towards the floo, when green smoke started to go, and his parents entered with the Irishman.
His mother hurried to him, and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek soundly, "Can't believe you two have been dating all this time, and now finally are telling me, on your wedding day of all times. Why didn't you tell me she was pregnant?"
Dean would had been confused, if he didn't see his step dad wink, indicating that she was just playing a part. He looked at his best friend, who had a quail, and parchment writing, everything it heard, "I am sorry for not telling you, we wanted something small, with just our closest friends, and family, before she started to show."
"It was nice of Seamus, to help us get here, for the wedding," Allen pulled a box from his pocket, and placed it in his stepsons hand, "It was the same ring, that I married your mom with, and we want you to have it now. She hasn't wear it, since I got her the bridal set ten years ago, so we always intended to give it to you, son. Hermione is a wonderful young witch, and we wished you would had said something about the two of you dating, and not wait till she got pregnant."
Dean looked at his best friend, slightly annoyed at the whole act already, but still appreciative at how real his family was trying to make everything seem real. He waited until his fried stopped the quill from writing on the parchment, and placed it in his pocket. "So who's idea was it for the over acting?"
"Your mothers of course," The Irishman answered, trying to not laugh.
"I was not over acting," The older woman explained, swatting her sons friend on the head, before looking at her son, "Where is my future daughter-in-law?"
"You must be Mrs. Thomas, I'm Molly Weasley, feel free to call me Molly. Welcome to our home, and let me take you to where the girls are," The Weasley matron lead the other mother up the stairs, followed by Fleura, leaving the men downstairs, minus Arthur, Ron, and George, who were setting up the garden, and a tent.
So he was going to marry the girl he'd crushed on since they were fourteen, and raise a baby with her, and couldn't think of any other time he was so happy. He would love the witch, and love the child growing in her, until he let out his last breath. He couldn't wait to see, how all of this was worked out for him, but couldn't wait to see what laid ahead.
Hermione smiled as Arthur, lead her to where her soon to be husband was waiting, in his own suite. She was wearing the wedding dress, that her own mother wear when she got married, altering it a little around the waist, but it still looked just as beautiful according to the three woman. It was a corset style top, flowed around to her knees, like a long tutu. She had borrowed a pair of Ginny's blue hills, and was wearing the diamond bracelet, that had been her mothers, with matching earrings.
Dean took her hands, and leaned into kiss her cheek, without any hesitation, "You look beautiful, Mia." He was smiling at her, obviously realizing her surprised, at the new nick name.
"You look handsome to," She answered finally, before they both turned to Bill, who was reciting a bonding spell, as magic whirled around the twos wrists.
"Do you Dean Matthew Thomas, take Hermione Jane Granger, to be your bonded wife?" Bill asked, looking at the groom.
"I do," The groom answered easily.
Bill turned to the bride, and smiled at her, "You're really glowing, Mione. Do you take Dean Matthew Thomas, to be your bonded husband, for better, and worse?"
Hermione stared at her soon to be husband, biting her bottom lip nervously, as she leaned in a little closer, "Dean, are you sure you'd want to go through with this, in the wizarding world there is no divorce. This is a lifetime commitment, I don't want you to lose a chance, at finding your true love."
The wizard smiled, as he tucked a lose strand of hair, behind her ear, "I know what I'm getting into, and still want to marry you, Mia. That is if you still want to marry me."
"I do want to marry you," The bride answered, blushing as a couple of the guest chuckled, at her sudden outburst, "Just wanted to make sure, that you were certain."
"Do you have a ring?" Bill asked, as he looked at the two
"Yes," The couple both answered.
Dean pulled the ring, which Allen, had gave him earlier, and placed it on the witches finger, "This was my mothers first wedding set, when they both got married."
Hermione smiled as she looked at the ring, before sliding a band on
her grooms own finger, "This was my fathers ring, I had it in my hope chest, and would like for you to have it."
Bill watched as they rejoined hands, after exchanging the rings, and smiling at the two, "I now pronounce you husband, and wife, you may now kiss the bride."
Dean placed a gentle kiss, on his brides lips, as he pulled her into his arms, "This will never be a mistake, Mia, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. If it means you still are able to be the brightest witch."
"You're a really great guy, Dean." She looked up at the night sky, and smiled at the rest of the guest, before being pulled into a hug by her now-mother-inlaw.
"Welcome to the family," Dianna exclaimed, moving to give her own son a hug.
"We have biscuits, tea, and firewhisky," Molly announced, as she levitated some of the food to a near table, "Since this wedding was short notice, but I believe this is exactly what Mione would had wanted."
Dean wrapped his arm around his wife, and smiled as everyone gathered around the food, "So you never wanted a large wedding?"
"All I ever wanted was a midnight wedding, with the people I am closes too, even told Molly, when I was younger," The witch answered, going to go stand with her friends, while her husband went to go stand with his best friend. "So I am the first to get married, actually never thought I would be the one, to be married before you two. Especially lately, with everything that is going on."
"Well congratulations, Mione," Harry wrapped his arms around his friend. Than looked over at Ron.
"We might have some more weddings, before the law takes affect," Arthur explained, as he joined the three, "No one wants to be forced to marry someone they are not in love with." He looked over at where Dean was talking to Seamus, and his own family, "So it's a good thing you ended up marrying a friend, who understood everything you were willing to give up, and saw how terrible of a loss it would be if you weren't part of the magic community."
Hermione stared at the older wizard, as she took in his words, than looked at her husband, "The magical community, would had been just as well off, if I hadn't returned Arthur."
"Are you ready to get back home," Dean asked, as he approached his wife, with his parents close behind.
Hermione hugged her friends, before leaving with her new family, "I am a little tired."
Hermione was setting the sofa, with her pillows and comforter, when her husband came downstairs dressed for bed. She waved her wand, probably placing a charm for comfort, before sitting on the sofa. She smiled when she noticed Dean, as he leaned over the back of the armchair, looking at her, "Hello Dean, did you need anything?"
He shook his head, as he sat down beside her, and took a hold of her hand, "I was just coming in to check, and see if you'd like anything, before going to bed. Is the bed not comfortable?"
The witch blushed, as she looked down at there joined hands, "It's very comfortable, I just thought since we hardly knew each other, that you might be uncomfortable sleeping in the same-" Before she could finish her sentence, he had leaned in and kissed her, with a very passionate kiss.
He was grinning, as he pulled away to look at her, still cupping her face with his warn hand, "Mia, I will not make you do anything, which you're not ready for. I understand that we were just barely friends, but I have liked you since our fourth year, and even grown to adore you after you saved me in the war." He placed a hand on her stomach, and as he used his other to pull her into his side, as they leaned back against the sofa, "This baby is going to know nothing but love, and in time I believe that we will love each other, but I will not force you into anything you were not ready for."
The witch had tears in her eyes, as she rested her head against her husbands chest, as he began to rub her back, "Thank you, Dean. Ever since I was raped, I couldn't imagine myself with anyone like that, and when I became pregnant," she paused as she looked up at him, "I wanted to get rid of it, but than I froze outside the clinic, and knew that I would do anything to ensure my child's safety. Then your amazing mother offered me a home, and immediately made me fee like part of the family, than when you heard about the law you didn't hesitate to marry me. I want you to know, that I trust you with our lives, and know you won't do anything to hurt me."
He kissed the top of her head, before standing to his feet, and than reaching out his hand, "Come along Mrs. Thomas, let's go to bed. It's large enough for the two of us to sleep in, and I promise you I won't snore."
She smiled, as she took her wizards hand, "Alright, Mr. Thomas." She smiled as the wizard lead her into there room, closing the door behind them.
She might not be as close to loving as her husband as he was with her, but she knew in time that it was definitely a large possibility.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this fiction, and please review if you want.