Hermione stood at her bathroom sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She never imagined she would ever find herself in this situation. She was only twenty-two years old for goodness sake! She had her dream job at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, fighting for the rights of creatures that have never had the proper rights they deserved and had already tossed out century old laws regarding werewolf and vampire marriage laws. She had wonderful friends and colleagues, a great job, and a life she always wanted. When she had gone back to Hogwarts for her last year of school after the war, she and Ron agreed not to pursue their relationship and by the time she graduated, he had already locked down Luna Lovegood, which she was ecstatic about. Her life at that moment had been perfect. She was unattached, free, independent, and a right-fighter.
Everything had been going so perfectly...and yet, there she stood, counting down the seconds, waiting for a little white stick to tell her what her future held. Her mother always joked that the white stick was a magic wand that made men disappear and she knew that it was very possible that this white stick could make her partner from two weeks back do the same.
Throwing her back onto the bed, he hastily yanked his t-shirt over his head, his inebriated state making him sway a little, making her giggle.
"Smooth, Weasley."
Yanking his t-shirt off his head, he gave her a crooked grin, his hair sticking out at odd angles. "Sorry, if I'm a little anxious to fuck the living daylights out of the sexiest witch I know." He pounced, making her squeal and giggle as he landed on top of her, his mouth attacking her throat.
Her toes curled into the mattress as he made his way across her throat, sucking, tasting, and nibbling every inch he could get his mouth on. She tilted her head to offer more of her neck, even though she had a fleeting thought that she'd be bruised and red by morning. The fire whiskey coursing through her veins had her brain lightheaded and fuzzy.
The attraction between the two of them had been brewing for so long, that it had finally boiled over at the celebration for the twin's grand opening of their second location of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
Her alarm sounded, pulling her back to the present. It had been three minutes. It was the moment of truth, but she found herself frozen in place. A little part of her felt like the unknown was a little easier to deal with than the truth.
She tried to convince herself that she was being ridiculous and that her period was just late. Considering she had her period like clockwork since she was twelve years old, that line of thinking didn't last long. She had never been late. She was one of those lucky ones that could almost count down to the hour it would be coming.
"Damn it, Hermione. Just look at it!" She yelled at herself in the mirror and hurried to grab it before she lost her nerve. With shaky hands, she brought it towards her and her breath caught in her throat. Pregnant.
She threw the stick into the sink, angry. "WHY? Why now?" She gripped the sides of her sink and closed her eyes, trying her best to find her calm. She was so angry with herself for letting this happen. How was she going to explain this to her friends and family? She wondered how long she could keep it a secret. She knew it was only fair that the father of the fetus in her stomach know, but did she have to do it soon? Both of them seemed to have let what happened go with grace and oddly, it hadn't been awkward between them when they saw each other again. She knew this would screw everything up.
There were so many different types of birth control accessible in the wizarding world and the two of them still managed to fuck it up. There were spells, potions, and devices to wear and they still managed to knock her up. Brightest witch of her age, her ass.