Chapter Three
Kara Granger
A/N eight months after chapter two (hermione was already two weeks pregnant with her baby at her birthday)
It has been eight months since Hermione has seen Ron. It has been three months since Hermione's 22nd birthday. It has been eight months since Hermione had laughed. It has been eight months since Hermione had felt love. Even Harry, Ginny, Arthur and Molly haven't talked to her. They all feel bad for Ron.
It was a hard life without Ron. She gets up early for work and leaves at 5:20 am. She goes straight to her office desk and writes. She writes for the Daily Prophet, and from noon to 12:40, she can have a lunch break. Usually, she brings her own lunch from home, or else it takes too long. She writes for her books in those forty minutes, but then goes straight back to a hard day at work until 6:20, when she gets off and can go home.
She comes home to no smiles or hugs, but pains and heartaches.
"OW!" Hermione yelled as she sat on her bed after work. "Stop kicking! Stop- -" Hermione stopped. "Uh-oh."
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Hermione woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. She looked around to find herself in the hospital. The nurse was eating her bacon, but Hermione didn't care. She wanted to see her baby.
"Where is she?"
"Oh, you're awake! Good."
"Where is she?" Hermione repeated.
"Hold on a minute." The nurse left, and about five minutes later, she appeared, holding the cutest baby Hermione had ever seen.
"Oh my God," Hermione whispered. "She's beautiful!"
You're my baby. You're my baby Kara. Kara May Granger."
"Where's the father?" the nurse asked.
"He left. He left the night I declined his proposal. I didn't even get a chance to tell him that he was going to be a father."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 729 Days Later (One year and One year minus a day.)
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday Dear Kara. Happy Birthday to you!!!"
"Yeah! Yeah! I'm dis many!" Little Kara stuck up two fingers and showed-- "Mama! Look, Mama! I'm dis many!"
"Yes you are!" Hermione said, smiling, as she set down a cake in front of her two year old girl in her pink party hat.
Hermione looked around at her little girl's birthday party. No cousins, no brothers, no sisters, no aunts, no uncles, no friends of Hermione's, no one. No one was here on this special day. No fathers, either. Just a mom and a stuffed bear.
"Bear Bear!" Kara yelled as she flung herself into the chair next to her and gave a huge bear a hug.
Hermione smiled.
"Mama, where's my Daddy?"
"Daddy's gone bye-bye."
"Where?"
"I don't know."
"Will he come back?"
"I don't know."
"Mama--" Kara jumped up from her chair and flung her arms around Hermione-- "I love you."
"I love you too, Kara."
Kara let go of her mom and tucked her beautiful, long, red hair behind her ears so her big brown eyes were visible.
"What about Bear Bear, Mama! Do you love Bear Bear?"
"Of course I do. I love you, Bear Bear," Hermione said. "Well, who wants cake and ice-cream!?"
"Me! Me!" Kara sat there, smiling as her Mama dished her up some cake and ice-cream.
After cake, Hermione brought out three presents. One big one the size of Kara, one shoebox-shaped present, and one the size of an envelope.
"Presents!" Kara yelled. She ran for the big one first, which turned out to be three dolls that Hermione had when she was little, and a lot of doll clothes to fit the dolls.
"Dolls!" Kara yelled. She was about to play with them, but she saw two other presents waiting. She opened the shoe box shaped present to find-- shoes! Who could have guessed?
"Shoes!" Kara yelled. She tried them on, danced around, then opened the tiny box. It had thirteen pictures of Ron and Hermione.
"Who's that?" Kara asked, pointing at Ron and looking at her Mama.
"That's your Daddy," Hermione said, sniffing and wiping her eyes.
"Daddy?" Kara asked, looking back at the moving picture of Ron and wiping the tears running down her face. "That's my Daddy?"
"Mmm-hmm. That's Daddy. You look so much like him. Red hair, brown eyes, you don't have his nose, but his freckles....."
"Mama!" Kara said, jumping up and hugging Hermione. "Mama! I love you! I love you so much!"
So young and so smart. Little Kara already cries at pictures of her father.
"I love you too, sweetie."
"And Bear Bear?"
"And Bear Bear."
"And Daddy?"
"Yes, Daddy too."
A/N Not too cheezy, right?
A/N eight months after chapter two (hermione was already two weeks pregnant with her baby at her birthday)
It has been eight months since Hermione has seen Ron. It has been three months since Hermione's 22nd birthday. It has been eight months since Hermione had laughed. It has been eight months since Hermione had felt love. Even Harry, Ginny, Arthur and Molly haven't talked to her. They all feel bad for Ron.
It was a hard life without Ron. She gets up early for work and leaves at 5:20 am. She goes straight to her office desk and writes. She writes for the Daily Prophet, and from noon to 12:40, she can have a lunch break. Usually, she brings her own lunch from home, or else it takes too long. She writes for her books in those forty minutes, but then goes straight back to a hard day at work until 6:20, when she gets off and can go home.
She comes home to no smiles or hugs, but pains and heartaches.
"OW!" Hermione yelled as she sat on her bed after work. "Stop kicking! Stop- -" Hermione stopped. "Uh-oh."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. She looked around to find herself in the hospital. The nurse was eating her bacon, but Hermione didn't care. She wanted to see her baby.
"Where is she?"
"Oh, you're awake! Good."
"Where is she?" Hermione repeated.
"Hold on a minute." The nurse left, and about five minutes later, she appeared, holding the cutest baby Hermione had ever seen.
"Oh my God," Hermione whispered. "She's beautiful!"
You're my baby. You're my baby Kara. Kara May Granger."
"Where's the father?" the nurse asked.
"He left. He left the night I declined his proposal. I didn't even get a chance to tell him that he was going to be a father."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 729 Days Later (One year and One year minus a day.)
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday Dear Kara. Happy Birthday to you!!!"
"Yeah! Yeah! I'm dis many!" Little Kara stuck up two fingers and showed-- "Mama! Look, Mama! I'm dis many!"
"Yes you are!" Hermione said, smiling, as she set down a cake in front of her two year old girl in her pink party hat.
Hermione looked around at her little girl's birthday party. No cousins, no brothers, no sisters, no aunts, no uncles, no friends of Hermione's, no one. No one was here on this special day. No fathers, either. Just a mom and a stuffed bear.
"Bear Bear!" Kara yelled as she flung herself into the chair next to her and gave a huge bear a hug.
Hermione smiled.
"Mama, where's my Daddy?"
"Daddy's gone bye-bye."
"Where?"
"I don't know."
"Will he come back?"
"I don't know."
"Mama--" Kara jumped up from her chair and flung her arms around Hermione-- "I love you."
"I love you too, Kara."
Kara let go of her mom and tucked her beautiful, long, red hair behind her ears so her big brown eyes were visible.
"What about Bear Bear, Mama! Do you love Bear Bear?"
"Of course I do. I love you, Bear Bear," Hermione said. "Well, who wants cake and ice-cream!?"
"Me! Me!" Kara sat there, smiling as her Mama dished her up some cake and ice-cream.
After cake, Hermione brought out three presents. One big one the size of Kara, one shoebox-shaped present, and one the size of an envelope.
"Presents!" Kara yelled. She ran for the big one first, which turned out to be three dolls that Hermione had when she was little, and a lot of doll clothes to fit the dolls.
"Dolls!" Kara yelled. She was about to play with them, but she saw two other presents waiting. She opened the shoe box shaped present to find-- shoes! Who could have guessed?
"Shoes!" Kara yelled. She tried them on, danced around, then opened the tiny box. It had thirteen pictures of Ron and Hermione.
"Who's that?" Kara asked, pointing at Ron and looking at her Mama.
"That's your Daddy," Hermione said, sniffing and wiping her eyes.
"Daddy?" Kara asked, looking back at the moving picture of Ron and wiping the tears running down her face. "That's my Daddy?"
"Mmm-hmm. That's Daddy. You look so much like him. Red hair, brown eyes, you don't have his nose, but his freckles....."
"Mama!" Kara said, jumping up and hugging Hermione. "Mama! I love you! I love you so much!"
So young and so smart. Little Kara already cries at pictures of her father.
"I love you too, sweetie."
"And Bear Bear?"
"And Bear Bear."
"And Daddy?"
"Yes, Daddy too."
A/N Not too cheezy, right?