A/N: Hello my new friends. I appreciate all the new followers so soon after posting the story. Now onto the next part of the saga!
Disclaimer: I still don't own a damn thing. Well shit, I need to get onto that don't I?
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Hermione knows that sex changes things, but she didn't expect it to change so radically. She and Oliver have been fighting nonstop over the dumbest thing. Oliver felt it was time to go public with their relationship and Hermione was still wanting to keep everything private.
"I just feel like keeping this private will be best because no one will be conjecturing about us, or writing about tiny details like they are the biggest scandal!"
"We can't even talk in public now Hermione! You are ashamed to be seen with me!" Oliver fired back.
"Oh where do you get that?! I am NOT ashamed of you! I just don't want to broadcast my life to everyone! It is OUR relationship not the whole wizarding worlds!"
"You just like testing me! You make me have to plan these elaborate dates that are kept secret. I just want to be able to go to a restaurant with you! I just want to be able to kiss you whenever the urge strikes me!"
"I just want to be able to go somewhere with friends without people assuming I am cheating on you! I just want things to be ours, and ours alone. I don't want to share you with the wizarding world!"
They began having these fights daily. Hermione was beginning to forget why she loved Oliver. She knew that couples fought once in a while, but this daily fighting was really getting to her. So instead of dealing with it, Hermione threw herself into her work. Her work caused her to travel all over Europe talking to different ministries. After a month of nonstop traveling back and forth to Belgium, Hermione was offered a promotion. She would now just live in Belgium and owl back what was going on to England. She told them she would weigh her options and get back to them.
That night she cooked a big dinner for her and Oliver and waited for him to show. Once they started to eat she broached the subject.
"Oliver, I was offered a promotion today." She carefully stated. She poked her food with her for and watched him through her eyelashes.
"Does this promotion cause you to be in the papers more?" He replied snidely.
"No... This promotion will cause me to move. To Belgium, actually." She replied coolly.
Oliver stopped eating and stared at her. "So... You can move to Belgium and hide from the papers, or you can stay here and come out to the papers as my girlfriend? Well I know what your decision is." He replied bitterly. He stood and gathered his things. Hermione grabbed his arm.
"I haven't decided yet! I wanted to talk it over with you!" Hermione looked at Oliver fiercely "Just because I take the job doesn't mean I need to move. Hello I AM a witch, there is Flo Powder and Apperiating. I just don't see the point in coming out to the papers. I understand telling our friends, but telling those vultures just seems like inviting trouble!"
"You know what... This might just not be worth it then. If you aren't ready for those vultures you aren't ready for me. We need time apart to think clearly." and with that and a small pop Oliver was gone.
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A month into the new job Hermione decided she did need to move to be closer to work. It didn't look too good if the ambassador still lived in their home country. She loved her new staff like they are family, but she had been working with them for three months and her moods just couldn't stabilize. She figured the break up was hard but never had she been so stressed that she missed her period before.
"SHIT!" Hermione exclaimed when it finally sunk in. "SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT! What the fuck were we thinking?" Hermione jumped up and apperiated to outside Oliver's home. When she knocked a bright bubbly blonde answered the door.
"Hello?" The blonde chimed, her voice grating on Hermione's nerves.
"Hi... Is Oliver in?" Hermione asked as calmly as she could manage.
"Oh, Ollie-kins is out getting dinner for us! Can I take a message?" The blonde chirped. Hermione was starting to hate this air head more and more.
"Just tell him Hermione swung by with some big news." And with that Hermione left with a pop.
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The months ticked by, and Oliver never returned the visit or sent an owl. Hermione let her close friends in on the secret. The Weasleys were thrilled but Ron sulked that he didn't get the chance to father the child but was excited to be an "uncle". Harry was a bit miffed that no one knew who the dad was but figured there was a reason that Hermione was keeping that to herself. Hermione only hoped that when the baby was born that it would resemble her more than the father, thankfully they had a lot of simular traits.
Hermione was starting to feel like a land whale and she just couldn't wait to be a mother, and to to be able to see her feet again, and the ability to shave without using a spell. She knew she was going to have spit up on her and was going to have sleep depravation, but it was all going to be worth it when this angel joined her. She wasn't excited about doing it alone, but hell, if he didn't want to return her visit, then screw him.
One day after Harry helped set up the nursery Hermione was rocking in a rocking chair sipping on her tea.
"Harry... Do you ever talk to Oliver?" She set her tea down and looked at him hopefully.
"Not lately, not since that vapid airhead entered his life. He said she is the complete opposite of the last girl he was with, but hell she must of done a number for him to be willing to put up with all that "Ollie-kins" nonsense."
"Oh... Have... Have you mentioned that I am pregnant to him?" She knew the answer.
"NO! God no! Hell you swore to blast off my stones if I even thought of mentioning it to anyone. Why would I risk it for Oliver?"
Hermione just shook her head and rubbed her stomach.
"I... I tried to tell him. But that didn't work. Harry, I... I don't want to do this all alone." Hermione started crying softly at first but it built into a full sobbing fest. The combination of hormones, disappointment and loss all mixed into a deadly concoction.
A/N: I am ending it here for many reasons, but hopefully the writing fairy visits me again soon. All my love!