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Chapter 6: A Very Hermione Chapter

I apparated to Hermione's flat as soon as class ended. Hermione wasn't there which was strange, seeing as the bookworm didn't usually miss a class. I brought along a cheap bottle of wine so that we could sit and sulk and get drunk over a Poor grade on the Muggle Relations project.

I didn't even bother to knock on her door and just walked right in. "Hey, Granger, I brought wine." I proclaimed as I slumped into her empty living room. Hermione wasn't on her couch, or in the kitchen area. I walked to what I presumed to be her room, determined to find her.

I opened her door to find her curled up in bed, sobbing, a letter lying at the end of the bed. I hesitated, "Granger, are you okay?" She looked up at me. Her eyes were puffy and red and tears rolled down her face. I stood there awkwardly as she looked at me and then she lowered her head back down. I didn't know what to do. I had never dealt with a crying girl before, but I figured I ought to try. Hermione and I had become sort of friends, so I had a responsibility to help her, right?

I walked over to her bed, glancing at the letter laying there. I noted that it was signed "With Love, Harry" at the bottom. I sat down next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. After a moment of hesitation she leaned into me and I placed my other hand over top of hers.

HERMIONE'S POV

Never did I think Draco would walk in on me crying. And I especially didn't think he would try to comfort me when he appeared at my door. But it was nice to have someone to be there for me. No matter how bizarre it all seemed.

"Shhhh, it's okay Hermione," Draco whispered as he pulled me a little bit closer. I was startled when he called me "Hermione" and looked up into his eyes. They were filled with worry. I guess since we had slowly become friends, it made sense that he was sitting here trying to make me feel better. And using my given name seems natural in a time like this. "Granger" probably would've sounded harsh, even if I was used to it. None the less I dismissed it.

I buried my face back into his chest and he began to rub my arm in a soothing away. We just sat like that for a while and eventually my sobs decreased and I did feel a bit more relaxed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Draco asked me lightly. His tone indicated that I didn't have to, but he would listen if I chose to.

Maybe it'd be better to tell someone instead of keeping it all inside of me. Sure Harry knew, but he had heard the story from both parties so did that really count? And Harry sympathized with me and him.

I looked at Draco again. Unsure if I should tell him. I believed now that I could trust him, but did I really want to tell him?

I gestured toward the letter at the end of my bed, signaling for him to read it.

Hermione,

I hope things are going well with you. I wish you would come visit sometime. I know you don't want to see Ron, but he's hardly ever at our flat anyways. He spends all his time with his new girlfriend at her place. Oh wait, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. But please come see me. I miss my best friend, and so does Ginny.

With Love,

Harry

Draco looked up at me when he finished reading. I could see confusion in his eyes.

"After the war ended Ron and I started dating. We moved in together and were happy. I even became pregnant! Ron was so overjoyed that he would be a father. He proposed to me on the spot and we immediately began the wedding preparations."

Flashback

"Ron, which color do you prefer?" I asked holding up two pictures of peony flowers. One was a light purple, the other pale pink. I was trying to decide which should line the aisle at the wedding.

"Hermione, you know I don't care what color they are, as long as you are happy." He said sweetly as he bent down to kiss me.

"I'd be happy if you chose a color."

"Alright," he sighed, "the pink one."

"That's what I was leaning towards too! Thanks!" I said beaming at him.

He sat down next to me and placed his hand on my stomach, "How's the baby doing?"

"Ron you know it's too early to tell."

"I know. I just can't wait to see her...or him." Then he kissed me and went back to filling out some paperwork for the Ministry.

Having decided which flowers to use I pinned the picture to a board where I was keeping everything. One more decision down, about a million left to go.

The week passed as usual. I was picking out various things for the wedding which was coming up soon. And Ron worked and came home and every day asked how the baby was. It seemed he was far more interested in the small person growing inside me than our soon to be marriage. However I decided that was just the stress talking and dismissed the idea.

Friday night we snuggled in bed, talking about all the fun times we were going to have, the three of us. Neither of us could wait for the baby. We were so excited to start our little family, especially now that the world was at peace. The only things we had to worry about for our child were scraped knees, bad haircuts, and failing grades, none of the gloom and doom of a Dark Lord that we had growing up.

In the middle of the night Ron shook me awake, "Hermione! Hermione!"

"What's wrong?" I mumbled slowly opening my eyes.

"Hermione, there's blood all over the bed." Ron sounded scared.

My eyes flew open. Blood? How could there be blood all over the bed? Then the pain enveloped me. Miscarriage. I closed my eyes trying to block out the horribleness of it all. "Miscarriage," I said barely audible, but Ron heard me.

He jumped out of bed. "What do we do?"

"St. Mungo's," was all I replied.

Ron helped me sit up in bed and cleaned most of the blood off of me and switched my clothes. He then handed me a glass of water which I gladly took. Once I finished the water, he grabbed my arm and apparated us to St. Mungo's.

A Mediwitch immediately took me away to take care of me. She gave me a few potions to fix me up. I recognized one as a strong pain reliever but the rest I was unsure of. Ron was allowed in when the Mediwitch was pleased with my condition. Apparently I was ready to be released and just needed to sign a few papers.

Ron stormed into the room though, his face as red as his hair, fists clenched. "You had one job, Hermione, one job! Keep our baby safe! And you ruined it!" He screamed at me. I didn't understand his anger, but between him yelling at me and the loss of our baby I started weeping.

"If you love me it shouldn't matter." I yelled back at him. "We can always just have another baby." The second part came out weakly between sobs.

"Ahem, actually, that might not be possible." The Mediwitch was standing in the doorway with the papers for me to sign. "I'm sorry; I should have told you before. But the chance of you getting pregnant again and the baby living through the pregnancy and being born is about 8%. I'm so sorry."

Ron's mouth dropped. He then shot me death glares and marched out of the room.

He wasn't in the waiting room. I couldn't find him. At a loss for where he was I just apparated home.

The flat was the cleanest I'd ever seen it. It took me a moment to realize why. Half of the stuff that had originally been there was now missing. Only my stuff remained. In a matter of about one hour Ronald had managed to clear out all of his stuff.

I fell onto the couch feeling completely empty inside. My attention was brought back to my surroundings when there was a soft tapping at the window. It was Harry's owl. I opened the window and untied the short letter.

What happened? Ron just showed up at my flat with all of his stuff saying you two are over and asking to stay with me. I thought you two were getting married?! He won't say anything more to me.

-Harry

End of Flashback

"And that was that. He left me, all because I couldn't bear him a child. I wasn't good enough for him if it was just me. I had to send out letters to everyone saying that the wedding was off. Ginny and Harry helped me, thank goodness, but it was embarrassing. I haven't seen Ron since." I didn't know what more to say to Draco. So I just stopped. I was now sitting across from him on my bed and felt very uncomfortable with him looking at me as I wiped tears from my eyes for the billionth time.

Draco didn't respond right away. I had no idea what he was thinking since he'd been a good listener and kept quiet throughout the whole story. But now I needed to hear him say something.

Draco moved to sit next to me again and pulled me in for a hug. "He was wrong to leave you," he whispered in my ear. This caused even more tears to flood my eyes and soon enough I was snuggled up to his chest crying my eyes out once more. At this moment I was very thankful to have him as a friend.

DRACO'S POV

"He was wrong to leave you," I whispered as I hugged her.

I knew that redhead was an idiot, but that was low even for him. If Hermione hadn't started crying again I would've immediately left and pounded the Weasel into unconsciousness. It was terrible that the mention of him still caused Hermione pain. Or maybe it was the fact that Potter said he had a new girlfriend. That was probably it. I guess Hermione still loved him and couldn't bear the thought of him being with someone else. This must've been where all those tears came from that I had found in her books. I bet the bookworm tried to cheer herself up by reading boring, moldy, old textbooks.

I looked down at Hermione. Her eyes were growing heavy and I could tell she was drifting off to sleep. I moved to get up but she tightened her grip on me. I guess I couldn't leave her in her time of need so I laid down with my arms still around her and let her fall asleep on me.

A/N:

K says: Now we know what happened to Hermione's happy ending... Coming up is some more time with Draco and Hermione, but where does that leave Mariah? What do you all think? Any requests for what happens next? If we like them, M and I may add it to the plot! Please Review!

M says: THE FEELS!