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That's what happened so far:
"Now I ask all the girls to form a group and stand somewhere, behind me." Hermione said with a wicked grin.
The girls formed a small cluster and Hermione threw her bouquet of flowers up in the air behind her. Then everyone gasped. When Hermione turned around, she saw who had caught the bouquet…
On with the story…
THTHTH
"Agatha?" Abraxas asked stunned, a slight frown on his face.
"Agatha?" Hermione asked with a smile. Agatha just held up the bouquet and muttered: "Well, yes, I caught it."
"Looks like we'll be the next who are going to get married?!" Abraxas asked. "Looks like it." Agatha smiled, more confident this time.
Malfoy had a smirk on his face. He walked up to Agatha, bent down on one foot, took her hand and asked: "Are you going to marry me, Agatha?"
Agatha looked at him as if he had 3 heads. "Yes, yes, of course, I will." she said, tears of happiness in her eyes. Malfoy smirked triumphantly and kissed her hand.
The crowd cheered.
"This is soooo cute!" Siu-Ling said from Hermione's right. "Yes, isn't it?" Hermione looked at the couple in awe when she felt an arm around her.
"Mrs. Riddle!" Tom said with loving eyes.
"That sounds nice." Hermione remarked still smiling.
"It does." Tom said, giving her a brief kiss which she enjoyed immensely.
"Now, people, let's have the feast." Tom announced.
Out of nowhere, benches appeared in the garden. Little house-elves, dressed as waiters, were carrying the most delicious food one could imagine. The big attraction, however, was a 7-storey white wedding cake.
"Let's sit down." Hermione and Tom sat down on their assigned seats. Next to Hermione, Eileen, and next to Tom Avery. The other guests also took their seats on their assigned seats.
"Mr. Boot!" Hermione exclaimed, when she saw her classmate, approaching her.
"First of all congratulations, AGAIN, and I've got something here for you. It's a potion so that you can still drink – I mean, it's your wedding day and all – but it won't harm your baby."
"This is so nice of you… thank you." Hermione said happily, taking the flask he was holding out.
"Drink it now."
"Okay okay…"
Hermione opened the lid and drank the potion in one gulp, almost making her gag, when she heard Tom next to her getting ready for his speech.
"Ladies and Gentlemen,
thank you for coming to our wedding. It is the most important day of our life. And our happiest, I can say. Hermione changed my life for the better. I would like to thank her for that. And for being my wonderful wife. I wish you all to enjoy yourselves at the wedding – and now – dig in!"
The crowd cheered and Hermione couldn't help but brush her tears away that had appeared during his speech. "Oh Tom…" she managed to choke out.
He hugged her tightly and gave her a sweet, long kiss. "Here take that." he handed her a glass of champagne that were floating in mid-air, and taking one himself.
"To us." he said.
"To us." she echoed quietly and knew that this was the right decision…
THTHTH
Hermione liked her new life. So, apparently, did Tom.
Tom went to work in the ministry at 9:00 and Hermione got up at that time as well. While she was out in the garden, enjoying the sunshine, Doxy was cleaning the flat. Of course, Hermione couldn't sit still. She usually helped Doxy where she could, although she couldn't lift too heavy things as she was pregnant.
Doxy and Hermione usually prepared lunch together. A fresh salad and one of Doxy's heavenly desserts. In the afternoon, Hermione redecorated the house or watched TV while doing the pregnancy gymnastics or she was again in the garden, reading a magazine.
This time, Hermione was eagerly awaiting Tom's return. She had prepared a lovely dinner without the help of Doxy. And she couldn't wait.
Suddenly she felt a huge cramp.
"Auuuu." she said involuntarily. But it was gone in an instant.
Shrugging, Hermione refilled a glass of water, hastily drinking it down. Where was Tom?
She sat down again, when she felt that cramp again. This time longer though. 'What the matter? I hope my baby is okay…' Hermione thought desperately. It was not time yet. She still had about 1 or 2 months… so what was it then?
It started to get more violent and more often… what to do? And where was TOM? Hermione thought angrily, plopping on the leather couch.
"Doxy." she called out weakly and Doxy appeared in a second.
"I think… I need to see a doctor…" Hermione said half-sobbing.
"Yes, I'll get one for you, Mrs." Doxy said and hurried off. Hermione couldn't feel more anxious. If only Tom was here… where was he? He normally returned at that time…
Five minutes later, the magical ambulance arrived. Two young handsome men, entered the living room, finding Hermione on the couch, panting and clutching her stomach.
"A pregnancy… quick…" one of the men said…
"Are you all alone?" one of them asked Hermione. "Well, I don't KNOW where my husband is." Hermione said through clenched teeth.
"Where does he work?"
"At the ministry." Hermione gasped, when she was brought into a single ward in St. Mungo's.
"Really? We'll alert him… he will come… and wait outside."
"What? Wait outside?" Hermione asked with wide eyes.
"Of course… do you think he is going to watch you giving birth?" the man asked laughing.
"Uhm… " and then Hermione smacked herself. Of course. She was in the 40s. It was not allowed in that time.
Groaning, she sank back in her pillows. The pain was getting worse and worse. Didn't they have painkillers here??
"I'm so sorry, Madam." a wizard in white robes said, standing next to her. He was a healer, by the look of it.
"Your baby is not in the perfect position… unfortunately, if you give birth like that, your child will die." he said sombrely.
Hermione gasped and all pain was suddenly forgotten. "What do you mean?" she asked quickly. She didn't want her child to die.
"We have to give you narcosis… and have to perform a caesarean."
Hermione nodded. At least all her pain was gone then…
She was a bit scared when she saw all the medical devices and winced when she felt the jab… "Now count…" the healer said, looking at her attentively.
"One, two, three, four, five…" and then Hermione's head drooped… she fell asleep.
THTHTH
"Where is my wife?" Tom asked Doxy in shock. He had to work longer and hated himself for that. His wife was at home alone… pregnant… and now she was gone… or where was she?
"St. Mungos… her baby is coming…" Doxy said.
Furiously, Tom stepped outside and apparated to St. Mungo's. How dare they not inform him. He went up straight to a healer and started yelling: "My wife is here! Giving birth! How DARE you not inform me!"
"Relax. She is having a caesarean at the moment…" the healer said, being very shocked indeed.
Tom released his breath and sat down on one of the hard benches… he sincerely hoped she was alright…
THTHTH
Hermione woke up half an hour later.
The nurse was bustling around in her room. Groggily, Hermione opened her eyes.
"How did it go?" she asked the nurse with wide eyes.
Smiling, the nurse, handed her a small bundle – a small bundle in white sheets…
Hermione gasped, and tears escaped her eyes. This was her baby… this was her… son… how beautiful. Smiling through her tears she watched her baby sleep. This was the most beautiful sight. And Hermione knew one thing for sure. No matter how many newts or owls she received – her highest accomplishment was this small child in her arms…
THTHTH
"He is beautiful." Tom sighed, looking at the small baby in his arms. He had finally been allowed in and watched his baby sleep.
"He has your eyes. Your skin. And my hair." Hermione grinned. "He does indeed." Tom said adoringly. He would never EVER have thought that he would someday find LOVE, find a GIRL, find a WIFE and… well have a CHILD. The world had definitely changed since this witch had appeared. But he liked it…
"How are we going to name him?" Hermione asked, biting her lip.
"Definitely not Tom…" Tom smirked.
"I've got a perfect solution. I'll name him… and you don't have a say in that!" Hermione smirked devilishly.
"I think not." Tom said playfully, smacking her shoulder, but giving her a kiss nevertheless.
"I've gone through all this pain… and you don't want to let me choose?" Hermione pouted.
"Well all right. Let me hear your suggestion, first."
"Aleksander."
"No, I won't accept that. That's too muggle." Tom said and Hermione rolled her eyes. Well some traits were difficult to forget…
"What about Aleksey?" she asked.
"Okay… although it sounds Russian, it is at least not a typical muggle name…" Tom gave in.
"Aleksey, it is then…" Hermione smiled.
THTHTH
10 years later…
Hermione worked at Gringotts and loved her work. Her husband was higher up at the Ministry. The marriage was still going well – and Tom and Hermione loved each other a lot. During the day, Doxy was taking care of Aleksey and Angelique, her two children. Angelique was one year younger than Aleksey and she knew that Aleksey was eager to go to Hogwarts – he would be starting this summer.
"Tom, I think we should BOTH take him to King's Cross tomorrow." Hermione said over dinner. "I've got a really important meeting…" Tom said, looking at his watch.
"Not that important… I think… we should both take him. It's his first day. And you know how much he loves you." Hermione said, ruffling the messy hair of her son. He was indeed a beautiful child. Pale complexion, dark eyes and dark hair (not Hermione's hair as previously assumed since it had grown dark) and looked like a spitting imagine of his father.
"Okay… I will." Tom smiled at his son. "Mummy, when will I be allowed at Hogwarts?" Angelique asked. She was the most beautiful girl, Hermione and Tom had ever seen. Angelique had long wavy light brown hair, honey brown eyes and pale skin with freckles. Hermione and Tom both were of the opinion that they had to take care of her daughter of all the male population would be at her feet… and they sure didn't want that… they were her parents after all…
"Next year." Tom said smiling.
"But I want to go now." Angelique pouted.
"You will go next year… Angelique." Aleksey said in a soft voice. He and his sister had fights and quarrels like every other children, but they still loved each other and Hermione was grateful then.
THTHTH
"Where do you think I'll be sorted?" Aleksey asked, his lip quivering. "Hmm, your mother and I both have been sorted into Slytherin. So no question… you will be there too." Tom grinned.
"Okay… I hope so… What if I'm in Gryffindor?"
"Then we'll disown you." Tom smirked.
Hermione shot him a warning glare. She HAD been in Gryffindor after all (in a different time though) and she still loved that house… and no one should ever badmouth that. Although Tom didn't know that… it was one of her well-kept secrets…
"No, don't listen to him. Gryffindor is fine as well… if you are brave then you'll go there." Hermione said kindly.
"Don't listen to your mother, Aleksey. You WILL be in Slytherin. After all there is NO Gryffindor blood in you…. 100 Slytherin." Tom grinned.
Hermione looked at him…. if only he knew…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a small child with white blonde hair. "Sorry, do you think, you could help me with my trunk?" the boy asked Tom politely but a bit snobbishly.
"Sure." Tom lifted the trunk into the train. And then Aleksey and the boy looked at each other.
"I'm Lucius, by the way… Lucius Malfoy…" the boy held out his hand and Aleksey shook it while introducing himself. Tom and Hermione had taught them good manners… like all of the Slytherins…
Hermione almost screamed out loud! That was so weird! So that was Lucius Malfoy when he was younger… she grinned.
"Aleksey, please write to us." she said kissing her son good-bye.
"Mum…. stop embarrassing me." Aleksey said, a bit red in his face and turning his face to his father. "Keep in touch, son. See you at Christmas!" Tom said, hugging his son good bye.
THTHTH
Dear Mum and Dad,
Hogwarts is great and yes, I've been sorted into Slytherin! The hat actually said that I had a little bit Gryffindor blood in me. Such a stupid old thing. But he said that it wasn't enough to put me there – so here I am – in great Salazar's house.
I've already made lots of friends – I'm good friends with Lucius Malfoy, Rabastan Lestrange and Regulus Black. Although there are some kids who annoy me – especially the Gryffindors. There is this Potter-boy who is really conceited and his friend Sirius Black… they are such empty headed idiots.
Potions is very interesting… so is charms… and yes, Mum, I did say hi to Professor Slughorn and Headmaster Dumbledore from you. They both say hi back…
Please give Angelique a hug and a kiss from me and tell her I miss her.
See you at Christmas,
Love,
Aleksey
Hermione smiled. Her son was sweet. But it was really ironic that her son made friends with people like Lucius and Rabastan – these people would have killed her, if she hadn't gone back in time… 'They are not bad people right now.' Hermione had to remind herself.
It was funny though that he also didn't get along with Harry's father and Sirius Black… Really, everything had changed…
"Mum, look, I've found that on our doorstep!" a small voice said…