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A/N: Okay. This is the story. Here's chapter 1.

Chapter 1: Leaving Home Forever

It was her seventh year at Hogwarts. She was pacing the floors. Hermione didn't know what to do. She had to tell someone. So she picked up a feather pen and a one-foot parchment and began to write:

Dear Draco,

I know we have gotten close in the past two months, but I think our friendship should end right here. I don't want it to, but it's for our own good. The reason I'm saying this is…is that I'm pregnant…with your baby. If anyone found out it belonged to you, especially Harry, Ron, and the Weasley family, they would disown me. I don't want to face them.

I don't even want to know what your father would say. He may probably try to kill one of us. That's why I'm running away from the Wizarding World for good. Who would miss Mudblood Granger anyway? I'll travel to the States and maybe get a job working as a waitress until I have the baby. I may never come back.

There's one last thing I need to tell you. I have grown feelings for you. Every time I see you, my world spins and turns into a dreamland. I love you, Draco and don't think that will ever change.

Love you,

Hermione

Just then, she went to the Owlery and called the School Owl, Markie. "Take this to Draco after dinner." Hermione said and went back to the dormitories.

She took her trunk and pocket sized it so she wouldn't have much weight to carry. She also packed enough food that she got in the kitchen in a separate bag that would last her a month.

She had gotten her Apparating License so she apparated out of the school and at the airport. "One ticket to California, U.S." She said as if in a rush.

"Where is your luggage?" The man at the desk asked.

"I don't need it, so can I please get a ticket?" He handed it to her; she paid for it in pounds and boarded the plane. As she found a seat next to the window, she began to cry.

"Is this seat taken?" A middle-aged lady with blue eyes and black hair asked. Hermione shook her head and the woman sat down. "

Then, the plane began to move. "I don't mean to be nosy, but why are you crying?"

"I miss my friends and family."

"Then, why did you leave?"

"I left to keep my friend and myself safe from Voldemort."

"Who's that? He sounds dangerous."

"He is. My friend's father knows him."

"Then, he wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort, wouldn't he?"

"Well, to them I'm different and unworthy so if my friend and I have a relationship, Voldemort will get mad and kill one of us."

"You had a relationship with him?"

"Yeah, a very close one."

"How close?"

"Close enough that I got pregnant with his baby."

"Oh my God. You barely look eighteen."

"I'm seventeen. I ran away from school and my friends and my family. I may never see them again."

"I'm so sorry. Do you know where you're going to stay?"

"Well, no. I may have to live in a box until I earn enough money to rent an apartment."

"I refuse to let that happen. You can work for me and I'll pay for you to live somewhere."

"Why thank you. What is job by the way?"

"I am a director for movies and if you want to, you can be an actress for one of my films."

"Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you?" Hermione asked as if desperate.

"Don't. I have everything I ever wanted already."

The plane landed at the first stop in Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States. "Do you want me to take you to lunch?" the woman in the plane asked.

"Sure…oh yeah my name is Hermione. I never got to find out your name." Hermione said curiously as they entered a restaurant.

"My name Elizabeth Spielberg."

"Oh my God! You're…" Hermione said, but was cut off by Elizabeth.

"Yes, Steven Spielberg's wife."

"Can I have your autograph?" Hermione asked almost in the verge of tears not believing whom she came across.

"Dear, you wouldn't need an autograph from me because soon the people are going to want autographs from you."

"You really think I'll get famous."

"Absolutely. I know a star when I see one."

After lunch, they went back to the plane for the final trip to California. Los Angelos to be specific. When they landed and got off, Hermione turned her trunk into normal size when no one was looking.

It was sunny that day. Elizabeth showed Hermione around the city in her "limousine". During the ride, Elizabeth looked at Hermione. "Hermione dear, do you have any nice clothes."

"When you say nice, do you mean formal or just casual."

"Both."

"Well, I have nice casual clothes I guess."

"You guess? Come open you trunk let me see what you have." Elizabeth pulled out a couple of tank tops, three pairs of jeans, and a jean skirt. "Hermione, this is no good. You truly need clothes. Let's go shopping."

"But I haven't enough money."

"I'll buy it for you as a gift."

"You have done so much for me. What can I say, you're an angel."

"Thanks for the complement." They went through so many stores. Hermione got lovely clothes and so much that she could wear one outfit a day for a month without wearing the same outfit twice.

They were finally heading to Spielberg Manor. When they got there, Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. The manor was huge. It had a fountain with icy blue water. The house looked tremendously beautiful it was hard to believe that it wasn't a dream. "You can stay here for now." Elizabeth said. Hermione was taken up to her room. It was the size of her house in London. There was a king-sized bed with green and silver sheets. It reminded her of Draco. She stared at it for so long, she didn't notice when a girl walked from behind her. "Hello." Hermione suddenly went out of her deep reverie.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked as she looked at the girl. She had red hair and green eyes and was a super-model looking type.

"Why, I'm Jennifer Riley. I'm new in the acting industry. How about you?" Jennifer said looking at Hermione.

"I'm Hermione and I am soon going to be new in the acting industry."

"I'm seventeen. How old are you?" Jennifer asked.

"I'm also seventeen." Hermione said calmly.

"What high school are you going to?"

"I used to go to a boarding school in London."

"Used to? You're a high school drop out?"

"You can say that in a way." Hermione answered looking down.

"It's a long story."

"I have time." So Hermione told her the story of her and Draco and how she is having his child.

"Oh you poor thing. You wanna meet my friends?"

"Sure." Hermione said and they left out of the room.

A/n: Hello readers. This is my first fic; so don't be too harsh when you review. I want to know if I should continue writing this story. So I need Reviews. Oh yeah and if any of you all are questioning if Steven Spielberg has a wife, I don't know. I made her up.