Disclaimer: None of this is mine (obviously) except the plot so please
don't sue me.
A/N: I'm actually going to try to finish this one. ;) Anyway, I hope you like it.
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Prologue:
Hermione had always been the level headed one. Up until seventh year, she had seemed to keep Harry and Ron on the right track. It had seemed from the start that she always had insight into every situation and decision, weighing the pros against the cons, and eventually making the right decision. This is just the thing that helped her two best friends get through their 7 years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Now, most of the time, Hermione kept up this image, as anyone who met her could see. But everything changed on Graduation Night. She seemed to have a momentary loss of judgment, when she threw all the principles and thoughts she had ever had, to the wind.
Although Hermione had dated both Harry and Ron during the previous two years, she realized that their relationship seemed more sisterly than it did romantic, so she forgot about having intimate relationships with them. Oh, don't get me wrong, they loved each other, but not in that way. It just didn't seem to work out. This was a mutual feeling, so there were no hard feelings.
It was October 31st, during their 7th year, when Hermione started to fall for an unexpected person. His name was Dean Thomas. Now, they had been in each other's house for 7 years, but that Halloween was when Hermione and Dean first noticed each other. It was almost as if they had seen each other in a new light on that night.
Their relationship started out innocently enough. Dean had taken Hermione to a local coffee shop in Hogsmeade for their first date, and it had gone beautifully. From there, everything just seemed to blossom. They were perfect for each other, because, although he didn't really show it on the outside, Dean was really into books, and so much of their time together was spent discussing books. He had also grown up in a muggle community, just like Hermione
Their first kiss together was December 1st, during the first snowfall of the year. You see, it was a tradition of Hermione's to go out into the snow, during the first snowfall of the year, and try to catch snowflakes on her tongue. It was something she had done since before she could remember, with her parents. She and Dean had been going out for about 2 and a half weeks. Hermione, of course, dragged Dean out with her into the snow, and told him to catch the snowflakes on his tongue. He obliged, because he really liked her.
"Oh, I got one!" Hermione exclaimed with her eyes closed and her mouth to the sky. "Have you gotten one yet?" she asked Dean.
"Yeah, I've gotten a few," he told her. "I don't know why you insisted on doing this, but its kinda fun. Thanks for bringing me out here."
Hermione smiled, inwardly and outwardly. She had finally found someone who seemed perfect for her. He was so sweet, and was really interested in what she had to say, especially about books.
Dean was wandering around with his eyes closed and mouth open, but Hermione was just watching him. It intrigued her that she had never been interested in him until this year, but she didn't mind, because he was wonderful. As Dean staggered around, she got closer to him.
"Open your eyes," Hermione told him. When he did, he saw that their faces were inches, even centimeters, apart. Very slowly, and very gently, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Hermione melted. She had never been kissed so wonderfully by a boy before, and she was definitely enjoying it. When they finally broke apart, he looked into her eyes, and told her, "I'm so glad I found you."
This was the start of a wonderful relationship between Hermione Granger and Dean Thomas. During the course of the year, they had only been caught snogging in an empty classroom by a teacher, namely Professor Snape, once. They had got into a little trouble because of that, but it didn't matter to either of them. That wasn't the best part of their relationship though. The best part was that they could talk to each other, freely, about whatever they wanted, and the other one would listen without failing.
As the year progressed, they got closer and closer, until the point where they were almost inseparable. Oh, Hermione still had time to hang out with Harry and Ron, but she also spent a lot of her time with Dean, so it worked out well. 7th year was always a difficult one, because the students had to spend time preparing for their N.E.W.T.S. Dean and Hermione could often be found in the library, studying together.
The last set of N.E.W.T.S took place on June the 7th. That was when Hermione took her Arithmancy exam. She had found it relatively easy, actually. She was finally home free. It was a great feeling, to know that you have no more school.
The graduation ceremony was on June 9th, the Sunday after the end of exams. Hogwarts' ceremony was pretty extravagant, with the Great Hall decorated with pictures of each of the graduating students that showed their accomplishments. All the tables had been pushed out of the way, to make room for the chairs that would accommodate the parents and graduating students.
After the ceremony, there was the ritual greeting of parents, and of course a party. The party was fun, but Hermione had never really been into dancing all that much, even though she and Dean did have a go at it, for a little while. Most of the time, though, they could be found wandering the grounds, or sitting under a big tree and talking. Hermione was having the time of her life.
After most of the festivities were over, everyone went up to their dormitories for the last time, ever. Hermione and Dean had snuck off, into their secret place that no one knew about. It really wasn't very exciting, just a secret room that no one knew about but them. They were kissing, but it was getting very passionate. Soon, one thing led to another and . . . . . . . well, the next morning, Hermione found herself lying in the bed next to Dean. She had always thought she would wait until marriage, but that morning, she didn't seem to mind, because Dean had been so gentle. At least she was already out of school.
A few weeks later, she was at home with her parents, searching for a job to start off her post-Hogwarts days. It was a Monday morning, and she started to feel nauseous. This continued for a while, before she finally decided to go to a medi-witch.
"You're pregnant, honey," the middle aged woman in a turquoise hospital robe told her. Hermione just sat there, not believing. She had only done it once, but it seemed that had been enough. It was definitely a shock. For awhile, she just sat there, thinking how foolish she had been. Why hadn't she waited? That wasn't like Hermione, not at all. How would she tell her parents? How would she tell Harry and Ron? And most of all, how would she tell Dean? Would he understand? These questions were running through Hermione's mind all the way home.
"Mom, Dad, are you home? I really need to tell you something," Hermione yelled as she opened the door. She figured that the sooner she told them, the less of a shock it would be, not that it wouldn't be a shock.
"What is it, sweetie?" her father inquired, with a look of curiousity, and maybe worry too, in his eyes.
"Well, you know that I've always been pretty responsible," they nodded, "a couple weeks ago, I had a momentary loss of judgement. You know Dean," they nodded again, "well, we, you see, um, I'm pregnant."
It was like a bomb had dropped. Her parents just sat there, staring at her, shell-shocked. Her father's eyes were wider than they had ever been, and her mother had her hand clamped over her mouth. When they finally realized what their daughter had just said, her dad started yelling and her mom started crying. Hermione felt like dirt.
After they had finally gotten used to the idea of their 17 year old daughter being pregnant, they told her that they loved her, and would support her. 'That's a relief' thought Hermione.
Now she just had to tell Dean. They lived pretty close to each other and so Hermione told them to meet at a local restaurant, the Yeti Café. It was in a quiet part of town, and they were meeting at 1:00.
When Dean arrived, he looked as happy as ever. "Hey there, 'Mione!" he exclaimed when he saw her, running up and kissing her. Once he saw that Hermione was most definitely disturbed about something, he quietly asked, "what's wrong, Honey?"
"Dean, don't get mad at me, but I'm pregnant."
A/N: Did you like it? If so, please review, if not, then just leave. Remember that this is a prologue, and the next chapters will be set 16 years into the future. Thanks
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A/N: I'm actually going to try to finish this one. ;) Anyway, I hope you like it.
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Prologue:
Hermione had always been the level headed one. Up until seventh year, she had seemed to keep Harry and Ron on the right track. It had seemed from the start that she always had insight into every situation and decision, weighing the pros against the cons, and eventually making the right decision. This is just the thing that helped her two best friends get through their 7 years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Now, most of the time, Hermione kept up this image, as anyone who met her could see. But everything changed on Graduation Night. She seemed to have a momentary loss of judgment, when she threw all the principles and thoughts she had ever had, to the wind.
Although Hermione had dated both Harry and Ron during the previous two years, she realized that their relationship seemed more sisterly than it did romantic, so she forgot about having intimate relationships with them. Oh, don't get me wrong, they loved each other, but not in that way. It just didn't seem to work out. This was a mutual feeling, so there were no hard feelings.
It was October 31st, during their 7th year, when Hermione started to fall for an unexpected person. His name was Dean Thomas. Now, they had been in each other's house for 7 years, but that Halloween was when Hermione and Dean first noticed each other. It was almost as if they had seen each other in a new light on that night.
Their relationship started out innocently enough. Dean had taken Hermione to a local coffee shop in Hogsmeade for their first date, and it had gone beautifully. From there, everything just seemed to blossom. They were perfect for each other, because, although he didn't really show it on the outside, Dean was really into books, and so much of their time together was spent discussing books. He had also grown up in a muggle community, just like Hermione
Their first kiss together was December 1st, during the first snowfall of the year. You see, it was a tradition of Hermione's to go out into the snow, during the first snowfall of the year, and try to catch snowflakes on her tongue. It was something she had done since before she could remember, with her parents. She and Dean had been going out for about 2 and a half weeks. Hermione, of course, dragged Dean out with her into the snow, and told him to catch the snowflakes on his tongue. He obliged, because he really liked her.
"Oh, I got one!" Hermione exclaimed with her eyes closed and her mouth to the sky. "Have you gotten one yet?" she asked Dean.
"Yeah, I've gotten a few," he told her. "I don't know why you insisted on doing this, but its kinda fun. Thanks for bringing me out here."
Hermione smiled, inwardly and outwardly. She had finally found someone who seemed perfect for her. He was so sweet, and was really interested in what she had to say, especially about books.
Dean was wandering around with his eyes closed and mouth open, but Hermione was just watching him. It intrigued her that she had never been interested in him until this year, but she didn't mind, because he was wonderful. As Dean staggered around, she got closer to him.
"Open your eyes," Hermione told him. When he did, he saw that their faces were inches, even centimeters, apart. Very slowly, and very gently, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Hermione melted. She had never been kissed so wonderfully by a boy before, and she was definitely enjoying it. When they finally broke apart, he looked into her eyes, and told her, "I'm so glad I found you."
This was the start of a wonderful relationship between Hermione Granger and Dean Thomas. During the course of the year, they had only been caught snogging in an empty classroom by a teacher, namely Professor Snape, once. They had got into a little trouble because of that, but it didn't matter to either of them. That wasn't the best part of their relationship though. The best part was that they could talk to each other, freely, about whatever they wanted, and the other one would listen without failing.
As the year progressed, they got closer and closer, until the point where they were almost inseparable. Oh, Hermione still had time to hang out with Harry and Ron, but she also spent a lot of her time with Dean, so it worked out well. 7th year was always a difficult one, because the students had to spend time preparing for their N.E.W.T.S. Dean and Hermione could often be found in the library, studying together.
The last set of N.E.W.T.S took place on June the 7th. That was when Hermione took her Arithmancy exam. She had found it relatively easy, actually. She was finally home free. It was a great feeling, to know that you have no more school.
The graduation ceremony was on June 9th, the Sunday after the end of exams. Hogwarts' ceremony was pretty extravagant, with the Great Hall decorated with pictures of each of the graduating students that showed their accomplishments. All the tables had been pushed out of the way, to make room for the chairs that would accommodate the parents and graduating students.
After the ceremony, there was the ritual greeting of parents, and of course a party. The party was fun, but Hermione had never really been into dancing all that much, even though she and Dean did have a go at it, for a little while. Most of the time, though, they could be found wandering the grounds, or sitting under a big tree and talking. Hermione was having the time of her life.
After most of the festivities were over, everyone went up to their dormitories for the last time, ever. Hermione and Dean had snuck off, into their secret place that no one knew about. It really wasn't very exciting, just a secret room that no one knew about but them. They were kissing, but it was getting very passionate. Soon, one thing led to another and . . . . . . . well, the next morning, Hermione found herself lying in the bed next to Dean. She had always thought she would wait until marriage, but that morning, she didn't seem to mind, because Dean had been so gentle. At least she was already out of school.
A few weeks later, she was at home with her parents, searching for a job to start off her post-Hogwarts days. It was a Monday morning, and she started to feel nauseous. This continued for a while, before she finally decided to go to a medi-witch.
"You're pregnant, honey," the middle aged woman in a turquoise hospital robe told her. Hermione just sat there, not believing. She had only done it once, but it seemed that had been enough. It was definitely a shock. For awhile, she just sat there, thinking how foolish she had been. Why hadn't she waited? That wasn't like Hermione, not at all. How would she tell her parents? How would she tell Harry and Ron? And most of all, how would she tell Dean? Would he understand? These questions were running through Hermione's mind all the way home.
"Mom, Dad, are you home? I really need to tell you something," Hermione yelled as she opened the door. She figured that the sooner she told them, the less of a shock it would be, not that it wouldn't be a shock.
"What is it, sweetie?" her father inquired, with a look of curiousity, and maybe worry too, in his eyes.
"Well, you know that I've always been pretty responsible," they nodded, "a couple weeks ago, I had a momentary loss of judgement. You know Dean," they nodded again, "well, we, you see, um, I'm pregnant."
It was like a bomb had dropped. Her parents just sat there, staring at her, shell-shocked. Her father's eyes were wider than they had ever been, and her mother had her hand clamped over her mouth. When they finally realized what their daughter had just said, her dad started yelling and her mom started crying. Hermione felt like dirt.
After they had finally gotten used to the idea of their 17 year old daughter being pregnant, they told her that they loved her, and would support her. 'That's a relief' thought Hermione.
Now she just had to tell Dean. They lived pretty close to each other and so Hermione told them to meet at a local restaurant, the Yeti Café. It was in a quiet part of town, and they were meeting at 1:00.
When Dean arrived, he looked as happy as ever. "Hey there, 'Mione!" he exclaimed when he saw her, running up and kissing her. Once he saw that Hermione was most definitely disturbed about something, he quietly asked, "what's wrong, Honey?"
"Dean, don't get mad at me, but I'm pregnant."
A/N: Did you like it? If so, please review, if not, then just leave. Remember that this is a prologue, and the next chapters will be set 16 years into the future. Thanks
( Sweetthing131 (