Hey guys this is going to be about the same as the first chapter except from Hermione's point of view.


Hermione's POV

I gazed down at the gaudy engagement ring Ron got for me. I have never been a diamond kind of girl let alone flashy. But this gold ring with a giant crudely cut diamond makes me more pessimistic about this wedding. Now don't get me wrong Ron was a good friend...most of the time. But I don't want to marry him. I don't love him. But he makes some good points. I am a bookworm. I am a teacher's pet. I'm not exactly the best looking...Ron is better than nothing...

I've told myself that for far too long. I have never loved Ron Weasley. I have never wanted him romantically no matter who may object to that. I loved someone else though.

He is the sweetest man I know. He's more considerate of my feelings than my fiance of nearly 7 years. He loves his kids more than life itself. And he's married. To a woman that would rather stay out all night drinking than spend an evening with him. That would rather work at a job she hates to avoid her children. She just wanted the fame and glory of being married to Harry Potter.

I know it may seem wrong for me to love him. While he so obviously still loves Ginny. While I don't even have the guts to leave Ron. When I think this I tell myself "You'll grow to love him"

"He loves you and that's enough"

"You'll be happy enough with him" But I can never bring myself to look at those stupid bride magazines. I can never bring myself to even pick a single bridesmaid. Not when I love Harry Potter. I spend my days at work. I slave over the elf rights bill that I've been working on for three years, throwing myself into my work much to the dismay of Ron.

FLASHBACK

I walked into my apartment that I shared with Ron at around midnight only to find him waiting for me. He sat on the couch smoking a cigarette, he put it out in the small ash tray on the side table before speaking.

"Hermione...why were you out so late again?" He looked at me as though i had committed a terrible sin.

"I was working Ronald. I told you that I would be late. I was working on the new house elf laws." I said in a matter of fact tone, hoping he would just let it be. But that wasn't Ron.

"Oh god Hermione! The. House. Elves. Don't. Care. They were meant to serve us!"

"And the ones that are abused?"

"Wizards don't abuse them. They punish themselves whe-"

"At the wizards orders. Dobby didn't exactly relish in working for wizards"

"Hermione you're being ridiculous. You're not going to even be working in there after their we get married-"

"When did I ever say that Ronald?!"

"Well I want kids Hermione! But I can't stay home with them when I need to make money!"

"And why couldn't I earn money for us?"

and the conversations would go on and on like this. We would argue until the wee hours of the morning before I would run off and cry on Harry's shoulder. He would calm me down enough to go back home (though I never wanted to) and fall asleep on the bed in the spare bedroom which made Ron sulk in the morning as I'd leave for work. I hated living like this but I didn't think there was another way. It became routine to fight with him and be comforted by Harry...Harry was always so sweet no matter how much I cried or how stupid I was acting. Going to him, even in tears; was always amazing. I knew I loved him. He was forever a comfort, a confidant, a sweet look into what might have been. I treasured my time with him always. But it got to the m]point where I would pick fights with Ron. Just so I could justify going to Harry...

But there was one night I will remember until the day that I die. I was at a bar with Ron. He was getting drunk with Neville and Seamus across the table from me and my lemon water. I was boredly looking around the leaky cauldron only to find a certain redhead. Ginny was obviously getting drunk with a man at the bar, on closure inspection I saw that she was drinking with Dean Thomas. I looked on at the two then thought of the day. Harry had said that he wanted to surprise Ginny with an anniversary dinner that night. Why was she here? Did Harry know she was here? I remember mumbling something of a goodbye to a now drunk Ron and left. I was on my way to Harry's only to think about how he would react to the fact that his wife was cheating on him. The woman he loved. Who was the mother of his children. I must have stood outside of his house for an hour. Debating on whether I should tell him or not. I began to cry as I debated against myself; during this I saw Ginny come home looking exhausted with her clothes all ruffled. I finally decided to knock with tears still running down my face to find Harry alone in his beautifully decorated kitchen. He looked crushed. I couldn't look at him and the only thing I could think to say was "Happy Anniversary"

He had been surprised that I had remembered when Ginny hadn't and I could no longer hold back. Eventually I was yelling at him, asking him if he loved her and my heart jumped into my throat when he said he didn't. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I couldn't come up with a single thing to say to him. So I did the stupidest thing in my life. I kissed Harry. I kissed my best friend who was married. I kissed my best friend who was friends with my fiance. And I enjoyed every damn moment. I should have known it would end the way it did. Weeks after that kiss. After we made love for the first time. I found myself on the floor of my bathroom emptying my stomach into the toilet. Just as I had been for days. Ron when he finally decided to say something about it told me to just go to St. Mungo's already. Finally I took his advice and went. I was expecting to just get a pepper up potion and be done with it only to find myself in the maternity ward where I was told I was five weeks pregnant. I was in total shock. I hadn't slept with Ron in two months...so I was having my lover's child while planning a wedding to my fiance. When did my life become a soap opera?

I went straight to Harry's after going to St. Mungos. I was already terrified. I couldn't tell the weasleys that Harry was the father of my child. I couldn't tell Ron that Harry had cheated on his own sister with his best mate's fiance...could I get rid of my baby? I looked down at my stomach and I couldn't even see my baby bump...I shook my head I would keep this baby. He or she was going to be my only real connection to Harry...Harry. Would he leave Ginny for me?...No. He'd lose the only family he's eve known. Somehow I didn't think that the Weasleys would take kindly to Harry cheating on their daughter... I made up my mind right then. I would leave so Harry could be happy with the big family that he'd always wanted. I would raise our baby alone...better than with Ron. I thought all of this as I stood outside the door of Harry's house. Finally, feeling my heart breaking at the thought of leaving him...I entered the house...long story short I broke it off. I told him I would owl him..and I left.

After Harry's I went to my flat that Ron and I shared; he was out thank god so I just started packing up my things. Not all of them; just my clothes that I actually liked, my books, old photos, things like that. As I packed I felt the weight being gradually lifted from my shoulders; I was freeing myself from Ron with each bag that I packed. Once my things were packed I shrunk them and slid them into my purse along with my wand; I made my way to the door just as I heard the floo activate. "Hermione are you home?"

"Oh god." I whispered. I'd hoped to avoid talking to him for at least a day but I couldn't do it. I did care for him...I couldn't leave without an explanation.

Flashback

Ron walked over to me and kissed my cheek in greeting "Hey love, going somewhere?" I bit my lip and nodded

"Where too..."

"No where special...but I do think we need to talk Ron..."

"Are you finally ready to set a date Herms?!" He asks excitedly with that grin I loved...I was about to open my mouth to tell him...really I was but he looked so excited and...well ok ok...my griffindor courage took a leave of absence...

"When do you want to get married? I was thinking soon. We don't need much to get married." He grinned as he started to think about how amazing our wedding would be.

"Ron...let's sit down..." I softly suggested. When we were seated across from each other at the table I looked at him as he talked but I couldn't hear a word. After a moment which felt like hours I finally said "Ron...I think we need to break up."

He stopped in the middle of what he'd been saying and looks at with an expression that broke my heart. He opened and closed his mouth soundlessly like a fish but after a moment the dam broke. "Break up?! Hermione we've been together for YEARS and you are going to throw all that away?!"

"Ron I really think this is the best option. Neither of us are happy in this relationship."

His face turned a very ugly red as he next spoke "Hermione I am the best man a bookish, ugly, bossy, know it all, little muglleborn like you is going to get! You'd think you'd appreciate it!"

"I'd rather end it now before we hate each other."

"We fight. We don't hate each other Hermione! The reason we've been fighting so much is because we aren't having sex. Hermione I love you! You're not leaving!"

"I am leaving Ronald."

"I'm the best you will ever get. You'll end up alone and you'll regret leaving me!" He's very red now as he continues to shout. But at this point I've stopped listening; I'm leaving kitchen with him still shouting after me but I'm already gone. I find myself at the leaky cauldron and I sigh in relief. That night I'm alone in my room at the Leaky and I think of the mess I'd gotten myself into. Sleeping with my best friend who is married. Cheating on my fiance. Getting pregnant with my lover's child. So much for brightest witch of the age. I sighed once again. Goodbye normal life...Hello pregnant life...


After a few days I managed to get a lovely little cottage by the sea; it was small of course but it reminded me a bit of shell cottage. Anyway it was nice...lonesome but nice. I was still working at the ministry but less hours and I never stayed any longer than needed. I did everything I could to avoid the red haired tornado that was Ronald Weasley. The weeks passed quietly as I avoided them but eventually I could no longer stand it. I quit my job at the ministry and left. I had enough money from my earnings as well as my "reward" from my works in the war...I just needed peace and quiet.

The weeks went on and as my stomach grew so did my worry for my child. It would most definitely look like Harry...in some recognizable way at least. I shuffled around my cottage with my stomach growing along with my nerves. I didn't want the Weasleys to notice that my child looked just like their son in law...I worried like this even as I got yet another ultrasound on December 22nd.

Flashback

I was laying back on the white sterile bed as the mediwitch waved her wand and said an incantation that I didn't recognize, suddenly a little orb of light appeared in my line of sight. She moved the tip of her wand to press against my exposed stomach, bringing the form of my little one into view. I instantly loved it and I just barely heard her say that the baby was a girl. I was having a baby girl. I sat in shock for a while; I only came to my senses when she handed me a small moving photo of my ultrasound. She was perfect. I couldn't quit looking at my perfect little baby as I returned home for the day; she was so amazing...I looked down at the picture again as I readied tea for myself...I couldn't just keep her to myself now could I? I bit my lip "Maybe I should send daddy the picture of you sweetheart" I whispered to my stomach thoughtfully

Flashback over

Finally after a few days I sent off the picture with my new owl Lowell; Harry would know what it meant. I was sure of it. And I was right as I often am. On Christmas Eve I was met with a letter from Harry

Hermione,

I am in love with this beautiful little child. I don't know why I let you leave but I will not let you raise our child alone. I will leave Ginny at dinner tomorrow. We will be at the burrow. I want to see you tomorrow. After I leave her I will take the kids home to pack our things. I'll be moving them into No. 12 Grimmauld Place, I want to have you there as well. Please come to Grimmauld place tomorrow night. I miss you Hermione and there is nothing I regret more than letting you get away.

Harry

I grinned to myself at the very thought of seeing him again. I loved this man and he missed me. He wanted to help raise our child. He wanted me to live in the same house as his own children...He wanted to leave his wife and the family that had taken him in...all for me. I was too giddy to even feel guilty so I merrily went about my house. Packing things to go to Grimauld place. I was so excited. But when Christmas morning came I was a bit terrified of what I would say to Harry. What do you say to a person after you leave them for months at a time. In the end I wound up at Grimauld place a bit early...I waited for a while but no one came. It was nearing nine and I was worried. Did he change his mind? I paced for another half hour before I simply flooed into the burrow. Looking back on it...I'm not sure what good I expected from it...


Hey guys I'm really sorry I didn't update this sooner but a lot has been happening lately. I had quite a few tests for my college courses and I had someone pass away this past saturday. I hope you guys like the chapter, if you have any ideas for what should happen let me know because I would love to read them!