Authors Note: This idea has been in my head for a few days now. I don't know how many times I rewrote this chapter but I hope you like it. I do not have a bata so all errors are mine sorry in advance.

Large hands gripped Hermione's hips holding her. Still, she began to wiggle more in protest knowing it would drive the man crazy. Hissing he looked down at her with lust in his grey eyes.

"You really shouldn't do that." He whispered.

Smiling at him she looked him straight in the eye and with purpose Hermione shook her hips causing the wizard above her to reach out and grab both her hands in a vise-like grip pinning them above her head. She could feel his hot breath on her face as he inched closer to her. The smell of alcohol was strong. She couldn't read the expression on his sharp features but knew what they were doing was wrong, and if anyone ever found out, her friends would shun her, but his friends would kill them. The thought sent a shiver down her spine which didn't go unnoticed by her onetime lover.

Reaching out with his free hand he gently caressed her face removing a curl from her brow before he carefully ghosted his lips over hers almost like he was unsure of himself which honestly surprised Hermione she could never imagine this man ever questioning himself, but many things had happened since they last saw each other. Never in her life did she think she was a muggle born witch in his bed on black satin sheets and Slytherin memorabilia no doubt from his school days surrounded her.

Leaning down, Hermione knew what his next move was, mimicking his movements, she met his lips in a simple kiss but soon turned heated as she opened her mouth, giving His access. Pulling apart, they both were panting. She couldn't help but stare into his questioning gaze. They seemed to look deep into her very being. "I know I don't have any right to ask this of you, but please will stay the night with me?"

Hermione already knew the question before he asked it, just like she knew what her answer would be.

Sitting up with a jolt, Hermione's heavy breathing was the only thing she could hear as she scanned her surroundings; there was no grand four poster bed, no Satine sheets, or Slytherin memorabilia, and indeed no blonde lover with grey eyes that had made her feel on fire that one night three months ago.

Tangling her hands in her hair, Hermione took a deep breath hoping to forget the dream that she knew would come back the very next night.

A knock at the door brought her back to reality, jumping slightly Hermione let out a squeak "Who is it?" She cursed herself for sounding so small.

'Hermione, are you okay?'

"I'm fine Ginny."

"Mom wanted me to tell you breakfast is ready." Rolling her eyes Hermione couldn't understand how breakfast was a mandatory thing in the Weasley household but not wanting to start something she said, "I'll be right there."

Getting up out of bed Hermione went to the small closet that she shared with her fiancé Ron she had hoped they would have found their own place to live by now but Ron had said something about it would break his mothers heart if he had left so soon after the war was over but that was a year ago and every time she brought it up it always started a fight. Shaking her head Hermione grabbed a blouse from the closet and black jeans.

Getting dressed she walked into the bathroom grabbing her toothbrush and cleaned her mouth her stubborn brain going back to her dream sometimes she wished she took him up on the offer to erase her memory but it was too late to wish for something different, might as well stop replying the events in her mind it was like a movie on loop one she couldn't forget no matter how much she wished it would.

Shaking the memories away, Hermione grabbed her bush and tamed her hair, the action causing her mind to shift to the way he gripped her hair and gave a firm tug. Oh, please make it stop it was just a one-night thing, nothing more. She begged her mind to cooperate with her for once.

Looking into the mirror Hermione looked over herself in the mirror she noticed dark circles under her eyes it was no wonder she hadn't been sleeping well not when she knew it was only going to lead her to something she couldn't have again and besides he probably doesn't even remember that night considering how drunk he had been her mind shouted at her. Willing her mind to just shut up, Hermione left the bathroom and headed downstairs where the rest of the Weasley family was sitting around a large table talking rather excitedly about something she didn't care to know about.

"Oh, Hermione, I'm glad you decided to join us." Mrs. Weasley came over and started piling food on her plate like she was a child.

Taking a seat next to Ron her heart quickened in her chest and a wave of nausea hit her suddenly not wanting to puke all over the other occupants at the table she quickly got up and raced to the bathroom and dry heaved into the toilet. Sitting on the floor of the bathroom Hermione could feel the cool tiles under her as she rested her head on the toilet seat, she took huge gulps of air to calm her racing heart. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to get under control.

A knock interrupted her. "Are you alright my dear." Mrs. Weasley's voice came through the other side of the door.

Willing herself to move she slowly makes her way to the door opening it Hermione could see the woman her brows furrowed. "Yeah Mrs. Weasley just not feeling too good."

"Well that's odd, that makes the third day in a row you're not feeling good." Hermione noted the woman's face scrunched up even further than her eyes grew to the size of quarters and her mouth hung open.

Confused, she slowly came out of the bathroom Molly's arms came around her in a bear crushing hug as she began to sob. Slowly Hermione brought up her arms and patted the older woman on the back.

"What is going on?"

The older woman's crying calmed, she brought Hermione's face into her hands and she said. "I can't believe you're pregnant."

Feeling her face go red as a beet, Hermione quickly released her hold on Molly and stared at her dumbfounded; she wasn't. No couldn't be pregnant because the last time she had sex was no Hermione wouldn't let herself think about that.

"I'm not pregnant, Mrs. Weasley, I promise.? At least I hope I'm not, she thought.

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