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A Turn for the Worst
By blah gurl
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"I thought I had a chance of seeing you here. I tried to avoid it." Harry had his hands on his hips as he looked around, trying to avoid Hermione's eyes.
Hermione laughed in her throat. "You're not much of a sight to see yourself." The two struggled to keep their eyes away from the others, but it was no use. After a few seconds of silence, Harry and Hermione starred each other in the eyes, still silent.
"Listen, Harry, we need to talk." Hermione swayed from foot to foot.
"About what?" Just as Harry spoke, Nick walked around the corner.
"Hello Dad. What are you doing here?" He stopped in front of his dad.
"I have a meeting with your head master and this lovely lady here was just pointing me in the right direction." Harry lied.
"Okay, I'm going back to the dance. Bye." Nick turned and walked back towards the Great Hall.
"Like I said.we need to talk." Hermione walked quickly towards the professors' quarters, Harry following close behind. "Mint Drops." She muttered to the portrait. "Dumbledore still likes using food for passwords." Followed by Harry, Hermione opened the door to her apartment and went inside.
"Okay, where do we begin?" Harry said once they sat down.
"Why don't you begin? Starting with Nick." Hermione spoke flatly, anger already building up inside her. She had to know the truth.
"Why don't you tell me how you know him?"
"Duh, Harry. I'm the professor of History of Magic! He's one of my students." She rolled her eyes at Harry's stupidity.
"Well, before I found out that you were "pregnant", I met another girl, a muggle. We got pregnant and before I knew it, you were."
"Okay, fair. My turn. I lied to you Harry."
"I know."
"No, not about being pregnant, about not being pregnant." She covered her face with her hands as she tried to bring out the horrible truth to her ex husband.
"Excuse me?"
"I really was pregnant, Harry!" she stood up and began pacing the room. Harry stood to and walked to the fireplace. "I told you I wasn't because we were still young. Things wouldn't have worked out, I just had a gut feeling."
"Hermione, it would've worked out. We were in love, remember?" Harry pleaded.
"Were we, Harry? Were we really in love?" Hermione stopped pacing and walked towards Harry. "Because I don't think we were. I think we just lied to ourselves so that we would have to be married because of the baby."
The question startled Harry. "You're right. We lied to ourselves. Just because of you."
"Me? Why the hell was it my fault?"
"It was your idea that we have sex, Hermione. Don't you remember?" Harry stepped back from her, anger in his eyes now too.
"Okay, fine, whatever. Let's deal with the rest of this calmly. So, what do we do? Adianna really wants to know who her father is."
~~~~*~~~~
"Nick, come here!" one of his friends motioned from across the hall.
"I'll be right back, Adianna." He left her on the dance floor and headed to his friends. Adianna, with a smile on her face, headed back to the table where her friends now sat.
"I see that he finally got the nerve to ask you to dance?" Rebecca teased her as she sat down.
"Yes. What about you two? You both got a good dance or two in, right?" She looked for Sam, but realized that she wasn't at the table anymore. "Where's Sam?"
"Oh, she and David are making out in the hallway. And yes, I got a good dance with James. But I want to hear more about you and Nick."
"Well, we talked for a while, then we danced. I'm not over him. He's a great guy." The two girls talked and laughed for about ten more minutes when Nick came back.
"Do you want to go for a walk outside? There's a full moon tonight, and the professors said anyone can go." Nick and Adianna walked outside into the brisk evening air. Adianna shivered as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Her sleeve-less dress was no help in the December climate.
Nick saw this and put his arm around her, trying to keep her warm. "Maybe we should go back inside. You look cold."
"I'm fine." The two walked in silence, just enjoying each other's company until they came to a bench at the edge of the lake. They sat down, Nick's arm still around her. "I just have one question for you, Nick. Why did you skip school like that?"
"I don't know. I know I shouldn't have, but my friends pressured me into it. Did you get in trouble?"
"Only with Rebecca and Sam, but they don't count."
"Thank you again." They sat and starred at each other, melting into each other's eyes. Then it happened. Two sets of lips locked for a kiss. And not just any kiss, one that would be remembered for a lifetime. Nick's hand gingerly rubbed her cheek as she brought her hands to the sides of his face.
They parted and Nick pulled Adianna closer to him. The two sat cuddling on the bench until Adianna began to shiver again. Nick pulled her to her feet and they walked inside. The dance was over now, so they headed to the common room.
"Um, I'll be right back." Adianna took off running. She ran until she reached the professors' quarters. She pushed through the portrait and ran to her mother's apartment. "Mum!" she burst through the door. "Oh, sorry." She saw Hermione and Harry standing in the room talking.
"Hi, honey. Do you need something?"
"Well, I need to talk to you. It will just take a quick second."
"Excuse me." Hermione spoke, glad to leave him. Harry pointed to Adianna as she walked into the kitchen. Hermione nodded and continued on into the kitchen to talk. "What happened? You look excited."
"Well, long story short, Nick and I were walking outside and he kissed me!" She and her mother jumped up and down. "Well, I have to go, so I'll tell you more tomorrow."
"Okay, good night." Hermione hugged her daughter and she left.
"So, that's my daughter. What's her name again?"
"Adianna. Dumbledore named her. It's a shame you had to miss all the good things in her life. But the one time you were here for something important, it actually concerned you. And she doesn't even know you are her father."
"What was so important?" Harry asked.
"She had her first kiss tonight. Do you want to know from whom? I'm sure you know him." She crossed her arms and stood across the room from Harry.
"Give me a hint."
"Nick."
"Excuse me? Did you say Nick just kissed her? What the hell?"
"Yes I did, Harry. Your son and daughter are in love.with each other! Now what do you propose we do?" Hermione sat on the couch; Harry followed and sat in the chair. They sat in silence, thinking of how to solve this new dilemma.
"I know, we tell them."
"Are you crazy Harry? Do you want your children to hate you for the rest of you life? Because I'm sure they will." She flicked her hair over her shoulder to get a better look at the crazy man sitting across from her.
"No, we have to tell them. If we don't tell them soon, they could make the same mistake that we did." He scooted over the end of the chair and moved to the couch, so he was sitting next to Hermione. "If they make that mistake, then we will have some serious problems."
"Right."
"Okay, and since we're spilling all of our problems, I guess I should say that I haven't been so truthful either." Harry hung his head, hoping that Hermione would understand.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, um.I don't know how to say this." he stood and paced in front of the fireplace. "Okay, I'll just have to say it."
"Harry, stop muttering and just tell me. I'll understand. Why hell, I even understand about Nick." Hermione stood up and walked towards him.
"Okay, the divorce papers."
"What about them?" Hermione stepped back, waiting for the blow.
"You signed them, but I didn't."
"What? You're not making sense."
"You signed them, but I just couldn't. I burned them in the fire place even though I told you I gave them to our lawyer."
"WHAT? DO YOU MEAN TO SAY THAT I'VE BEEN MRS. HARRY GOD-DAMN POTTER THIS WHOLE FLIPPING TIME?" She shouted extremely loud. Her face was bright red. She had picked up a pillow and was holding it extremely tight.
"Calm down, Hermione. I'm sure we can work this out." Harry pleaded, walking behind a chair so there was something in between them.
"Work this out? Work this out? Harry! What the hell were you thinking?" She threw her pillow at him. It hit him, but it didn't hurt.
"Well, I truly was in love with you, but you didn't love me back. I just couldn't bring myself to put the pen on the paper and sign it. I hope you're not mad at me."
"Sixteen years, Harry. I've been your wife for sixteen years. Where you ever planning to tell me? Or did you just because we bumped into each other?" she was still extremely mad at him, but she wasn't yelling anymore. Hermione sat on the couch and held another pillow in her lap. The tears just flowed from her eyes; she couldn't stop them.
"Oh, Hermione. Don't cry. I'm sorry. Tomorrow I'll go and sign the papers for real now, please don't be mad." He sat down next to her and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Not be mad, Harry? Is that what you asked me? How can I not be mad at you? It's not a matter of choice. You lied to me Harry." She buried her face in a pillow as she pulled back from him.
"You lied to me too, so now we're even." He tried to joke.
"Don't joke Harry. This is serious. We really need to stop lying to each other. It's getting us no where." Hermione looked into his eyes. Those green-emerald eyes; they were the same as they were sixteen years ago. Hermione's insides were melting. Their faces got closer and closer until their lips melted together.
Passion leapt back and forth between them. Harry's hand when up Hermione's side until it found her cheek. After several minutes, Hermione turned her head.
"Harry, what about Nick's mother?"
Harry leaned back away from her and starred into the fire. "She died, when Nick was born. Her name was Leslie."
"I'm so sorry. Did you," she gulped, "Love her?"
"Yes, very much. After we got a divorce, I went to live with her and help her through the pregnancy. I told her about you, and she understood." Hermione could see tears building up in his eyes. He obviously really cared for this girl. A lump of guilt built up in her stomach. "It's been sixteen years. I guess I should move on." He wiped the water from his eyes and stood to leave.
"I'm going to get going. Thanks, maybe we can talk again soon, you know, solve more of our problems." He headed for the door, but was spun around by Hermione who had grabbed his arm.
"Um, actually, I was wondering if you could stay a bit longer." A sly smile spread across her face. Harry could tell what she was thinking by the look in her eyes.
"Are you sure? I mean we haven't talked to each other for sixteen years plus. And now you want to do this?" he gestured wildly with his arms.
"Harry, do I look like the type of person who would joke about something like this? Besides, that night in seventh year was the first and last time I have." she smiled again and stepped closer to him, until their stomachs were touching.
"Really? Wow, you need a life."
"Yes, I probably do, but I'm sure you could give me one tonight, right?" she leaned in closer to him, his breath blowing across her face.
Harry was about to answer, but was cut off by Hermione's lips. She threw her arms around his neck and his arms were around her waist in seconds. Hermione started backing up, towards her room, but their lips didn't let go of each other. The door to the master bedroom closed.
~~To Be Continued~~
A/N: well.that was fun.angry to sad to angry to loving. Boy, I'm sure evil! Thanks for reading and reviewing..k bye blah gurl
"I thought I had a chance of seeing you here. I tried to avoid it." Harry had his hands on his hips as he looked around, trying to avoid Hermione's eyes.
Hermione laughed in her throat. "You're not much of a sight to see yourself." The two struggled to keep their eyes away from the others, but it was no use. After a few seconds of silence, Harry and Hermione starred each other in the eyes, still silent.
"Listen, Harry, we need to talk." Hermione swayed from foot to foot.
"About what?" Just as Harry spoke, Nick walked around the corner.
"Hello Dad. What are you doing here?" He stopped in front of his dad.
"I have a meeting with your head master and this lovely lady here was just pointing me in the right direction." Harry lied.
"Okay, I'm going back to the dance. Bye." Nick turned and walked back towards the Great Hall.
"Like I said.we need to talk." Hermione walked quickly towards the professors' quarters, Harry following close behind. "Mint Drops." She muttered to the portrait. "Dumbledore still likes using food for passwords." Followed by Harry, Hermione opened the door to her apartment and went inside.
"Okay, where do we begin?" Harry said once they sat down.
"Why don't you begin? Starting with Nick." Hermione spoke flatly, anger already building up inside her. She had to know the truth.
"Why don't you tell me how you know him?"
"Duh, Harry. I'm the professor of History of Magic! He's one of my students." She rolled her eyes at Harry's stupidity.
"Well, before I found out that you were "pregnant", I met another girl, a muggle. We got pregnant and before I knew it, you were."
"Okay, fair. My turn. I lied to you Harry."
"I know."
"No, not about being pregnant, about not being pregnant." She covered her face with her hands as she tried to bring out the horrible truth to her ex husband.
"Excuse me?"
"I really was pregnant, Harry!" she stood up and began pacing the room. Harry stood to and walked to the fireplace. "I told you I wasn't because we were still young. Things wouldn't have worked out, I just had a gut feeling."
"Hermione, it would've worked out. We were in love, remember?" Harry pleaded.
"Were we, Harry? Were we really in love?" Hermione stopped pacing and walked towards Harry. "Because I don't think we were. I think we just lied to ourselves so that we would have to be married because of the baby."
The question startled Harry. "You're right. We lied to ourselves. Just because of you."
"Me? Why the hell was it my fault?"
"It was your idea that we have sex, Hermione. Don't you remember?" Harry stepped back from her, anger in his eyes now too.
"Okay, fine, whatever. Let's deal with the rest of this calmly. So, what do we do? Adianna really wants to know who her father is."
~~~~*~~~~
"Nick, come here!" one of his friends motioned from across the hall.
"I'll be right back, Adianna." He left her on the dance floor and headed to his friends. Adianna, with a smile on her face, headed back to the table where her friends now sat.
"I see that he finally got the nerve to ask you to dance?" Rebecca teased her as she sat down.
"Yes. What about you two? You both got a good dance or two in, right?" She looked for Sam, but realized that she wasn't at the table anymore. "Where's Sam?"
"Oh, she and David are making out in the hallway. And yes, I got a good dance with James. But I want to hear more about you and Nick."
"Well, we talked for a while, then we danced. I'm not over him. He's a great guy." The two girls talked and laughed for about ten more minutes when Nick came back.
"Do you want to go for a walk outside? There's a full moon tonight, and the professors said anyone can go." Nick and Adianna walked outside into the brisk evening air. Adianna shivered as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Her sleeve-less dress was no help in the December climate.
Nick saw this and put his arm around her, trying to keep her warm. "Maybe we should go back inside. You look cold."
"I'm fine." The two walked in silence, just enjoying each other's company until they came to a bench at the edge of the lake. They sat down, Nick's arm still around her. "I just have one question for you, Nick. Why did you skip school like that?"
"I don't know. I know I shouldn't have, but my friends pressured me into it. Did you get in trouble?"
"Only with Rebecca and Sam, but they don't count."
"Thank you again." They sat and starred at each other, melting into each other's eyes. Then it happened. Two sets of lips locked for a kiss. And not just any kiss, one that would be remembered for a lifetime. Nick's hand gingerly rubbed her cheek as she brought her hands to the sides of his face.
They parted and Nick pulled Adianna closer to him. The two sat cuddling on the bench until Adianna began to shiver again. Nick pulled her to her feet and they walked inside. The dance was over now, so they headed to the common room.
"Um, I'll be right back." Adianna took off running. She ran until she reached the professors' quarters. She pushed through the portrait and ran to her mother's apartment. "Mum!" she burst through the door. "Oh, sorry." She saw Hermione and Harry standing in the room talking.
"Hi, honey. Do you need something?"
"Well, I need to talk to you. It will just take a quick second."
"Excuse me." Hermione spoke, glad to leave him. Harry pointed to Adianna as she walked into the kitchen. Hermione nodded and continued on into the kitchen to talk. "What happened? You look excited."
"Well, long story short, Nick and I were walking outside and he kissed me!" She and her mother jumped up and down. "Well, I have to go, so I'll tell you more tomorrow."
"Okay, good night." Hermione hugged her daughter and she left.
"So, that's my daughter. What's her name again?"
"Adianna. Dumbledore named her. It's a shame you had to miss all the good things in her life. But the one time you were here for something important, it actually concerned you. And she doesn't even know you are her father."
"What was so important?" Harry asked.
"She had her first kiss tonight. Do you want to know from whom? I'm sure you know him." She crossed her arms and stood across the room from Harry.
"Give me a hint."
"Nick."
"Excuse me? Did you say Nick just kissed her? What the hell?"
"Yes I did, Harry. Your son and daughter are in love.with each other! Now what do you propose we do?" Hermione sat on the couch; Harry followed and sat in the chair. They sat in silence, thinking of how to solve this new dilemma.
"I know, we tell them."
"Are you crazy Harry? Do you want your children to hate you for the rest of you life? Because I'm sure they will." She flicked her hair over her shoulder to get a better look at the crazy man sitting across from her.
"No, we have to tell them. If we don't tell them soon, they could make the same mistake that we did." He scooted over the end of the chair and moved to the couch, so he was sitting next to Hermione. "If they make that mistake, then we will have some serious problems."
"Right."
"Okay, and since we're spilling all of our problems, I guess I should say that I haven't been so truthful either." Harry hung his head, hoping that Hermione would understand.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, um.I don't know how to say this." he stood and paced in front of the fireplace. "Okay, I'll just have to say it."
"Harry, stop muttering and just tell me. I'll understand. Why hell, I even understand about Nick." Hermione stood up and walked towards him.
"Okay, the divorce papers."
"What about them?" Hermione stepped back, waiting for the blow.
"You signed them, but I didn't."
"What? You're not making sense."
"You signed them, but I just couldn't. I burned them in the fire place even though I told you I gave them to our lawyer."
"WHAT? DO YOU MEAN TO SAY THAT I'VE BEEN MRS. HARRY GOD-DAMN POTTER THIS WHOLE FLIPPING TIME?" She shouted extremely loud. Her face was bright red. She had picked up a pillow and was holding it extremely tight.
"Calm down, Hermione. I'm sure we can work this out." Harry pleaded, walking behind a chair so there was something in between them.
"Work this out? Work this out? Harry! What the hell were you thinking?" She threw her pillow at him. It hit him, but it didn't hurt.
"Well, I truly was in love with you, but you didn't love me back. I just couldn't bring myself to put the pen on the paper and sign it. I hope you're not mad at me."
"Sixteen years, Harry. I've been your wife for sixteen years. Where you ever planning to tell me? Or did you just because we bumped into each other?" she was still extremely mad at him, but she wasn't yelling anymore. Hermione sat on the couch and held another pillow in her lap. The tears just flowed from her eyes; she couldn't stop them.
"Oh, Hermione. Don't cry. I'm sorry. Tomorrow I'll go and sign the papers for real now, please don't be mad." He sat down next to her and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Not be mad, Harry? Is that what you asked me? How can I not be mad at you? It's not a matter of choice. You lied to me Harry." She buried her face in a pillow as she pulled back from him.
"You lied to me too, so now we're even." He tried to joke.
"Don't joke Harry. This is serious. We really need to stop lying to each other. It's getting us no where." Hermione looked into his eyes. Those green-emerald eyes; they were the same as they were sixteen years ago. Hermione's insides were melting. Their faces got closer and closer until their lips melted together.
Passion leapt back and forth between them. Harry's hand when up Hermione's side until it found her cheek. After several minutes, Hermione turned her head.
"Harry, what about Nick's mother?"
Harry leaned back away from her and starred into the fire. "She died, when Nick was born. Her name was Leslie."
"I'm so sorry. Did you," she gulped, "Love her?"
"Yes, very much. After we got a divorce, I went to live with her and help her through the pregnancy. I told her about you, and she understood." Hermione could see tears building up in his eyes. He obviously really cared for this girl. A lump of guilt built up in her stomach. "It's been sixteen years. I guess I should move on." He wiped the water from his eyes and stood to leave.
"I'm going to get going. Thanks, maybe we can talk again soon, you know, solve more of our problems." He headed for the door, but was spun around by Hermione who had grabbed his arm.
"Um, actually, I was wondering if you could stay a bit longer." A sly smile spread across her face. Harry could tell what she was thinking by the look in her eyes.
"Are you sure? I mean we haven't talked to each other for sixteen years plus. And now you want to do this?" he gestured wildly with his arms.
"Harry, do I look like the type of person who would joke about something like this? Besides, that night in seventh year was the first and last time I have." she smiled again and stepped closer to him, until their stomachs were touching.
"Really? Wow, you need a life."
"Yes, I probably do, but I'm sure you could give me one tonight, right?" she leaned in closer to him, his breath blowing across her face.
Harry was about to answer, but was cut off by Hermione's lips. She threw her arms around his neck and his arms were around her waist in seconds. Hermione started backing up, towards her room, but their lips didn't let go of each other. The door to the master bedroom closed.
~~To Be Continued~~
A/N: well.that was fun.angry to sad to angry to loving. Boy, I'm sure evil! Thanks for reading and reviewing..k bye blah gurl