Disclaimer: I own nothing in this, except for the plot. The characters
belong to JKR, and the song, "Everytime" belongs to Britney Spears.
Chapter 2
Everytime
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Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong?
Why carry on without me?
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Three years earlier...
"Hermione, hold up!" Harry said, running down the corridor, dodging the students crowding the corridor, to catch up with his best friend of seven years, and girlfriend of two years.
Hermione set down her trunk and turned around to smile at her boyfriend, who was running down the corridor like an idiot. She loved him with all her heart, but he can be embarrassing at times.
Once he got to her, he was out of breath and bending down trying to get air in his lungs. Hermione smiled shaking her head.
"Hey," Harry said, breathlessly.
"Hello," Hermione said with curiosity.
"Hi."
"Harry, I think we got that down. So why were running down the corridor?" Hermione was worried, but tried not too look like she was.
Harry smiled and stuck his hands in his pants' pockets. "Aw, don't worry Hermione. It's nothing serious. Well, it is, but not life threatening."
Hermione scoffed. "Harry, everything you have to do is life threatening."
Harry laughed, agreeing to what Hermione said. "But Hermione, this really isn't." He pulled his left hand out of his pocket, grabbed her hand, and led her to a secluded area, away from the streaming students that were getting ready to leave Hogwarts.
"Harry, what in the wor---" but Hermione was cut short when she saw Harry was on his knee, holding a small silver ring with a tiny diamond in it. She nearly fainted when she saw it.
"I know we're only seventeen, but would you marry me?" Harry asked with pleading eyes.
Hermione was shocked. She didn't know what to say. She got down on her knees and kissed Harry on the lips.
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Everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, Baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you, Baby
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Three months later...
Hermione was standing in front of the mirror. The plain white dress hugged her every curve. Her stomach was full of butterflies, and her hands were clammy. Her mother, Shavon, was standing beside her, her hands on her daughter's shoulders, squeezing them in assurance.
Hermione turned her head to look at her mother, and smiled weakly, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes. Today was the last day she would no longer be her parent's little girl. Her mother smiled back, pinned the veil in place, and kissed her daughter's cheek.
By that time Ginny walked in, wearing the simple emerald bridesmaid dress. She smiled sweetly at Hermione's mother, then turned to Hermione and said, "Are you ready, 'Mione?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Ready as I ever be." She sighed heavily.
"I'll see you in the front," said Shavon. She left the room, leaving the two girls behind.
Hermione turned around to face Ginny. Ginny had her long, red hair half pulled back, and curls cascading down her back. The emerald dress looked good on her, making her red hair brighter than it really was.
"Gin," Hermione began, but Ginny hugged her friend. Hermione felt all the nerves suddenly leave her body.
"'Mione, I'm so happy that you and Harry are getting married. Ron's a little upset, but he'll get over it."
Hermione smiled. She knew Ron had a crush on her since their first year at Hogwarts, but being the best friend he is, hooked her and Harry up. Ginny was happy for two reasons: one that Hermione was the one marrying Harry, and two; Ginny will no longer have to worry about Harry. She knew that Harry was in good hands with Hermione. She was the only one that could keep him in control, and out of trouble. Ginny knew she would never have to worry about her seventh brother.
Hermione got up from her seat, smoothed out her dress, and grabbed her bouquet. She sighed again.
"Are you ready?" Ginny asked again.
"Gin, I already said I was," Hermione answered smiling.
Ginny laughed and followed her friend out the door, towards the ceremony that was being held in the back of the Weasley home.
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I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done?
You seem to move on easy
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A year later...
Hermione sat on the bed. She placed a hand on her stomach and felt it kicked. She smiled broadly at the feeling.
"James, knock it off. You have one more month to go, then you can come out," she said, rubbing her stomach softly. Just then Harry walked in with a towel around his waist, drying his hair with another. He smiled at his pregnant wife, and sat down next to her on the bed.
"James, are you giving your mother a hard time?" Harry asked Hermione's bulging stomach. He kissed her stomach, and then kissed Hermione. She laughed and dropped the photo on the floor. "What's so funny?" Harry asked; he confused with what his wife would be laughing at.
"You're what's so funny," Hermione said, between breaths. Her husband looked at her like she was insane. She smiled and looked at Harry. "If James is anything like you or his grandfather, I wouldn't be surprised if he gave me a hard time. But if he is anything like his mother, or your mother in fact, I expect him to be a rule-following son."
Harry smiled. "But he is going to be like his father and grandfather. He's going to be a true Potter. A rule-breaker." He wrapped his arm around his wife and kissed her. "You know he is, and it bothers you, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it bothers me. If he is like you or your father, then we have our hands full. If he's worse than you two, then well, we might have to find another school for him once he's expelled from Hogwarts."
Harry looked appalled at what Hermione said. "You think our son will be expelled from Hogwarts? You're insane woman!"
Hermione laughed at his comment. "You thought I was insane when I met you, but you still married me."
"Yeah, it was my worse mistake too," Harry mumbled. Hermione playfully slapped him on the leg.
"Excuse me? You do know I'm carrying your son here." She pointed to her stomach.
"I mean, it was the best mistake I made," Harry corrected. He kissed Hermione on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "I love you always." Hermione smiled. Harry looked down at her stomach and added, "And I love you too. You hear me in there?"
Hermione laughed. "We better get dressed. Mum and Dad are probably waiting for us to arrive.
Harry stuck out his bottom lip and gave Hermione his puppy dog eyes. "Do we have to?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Harry, I only want to deal with one child, I don't want two. And yes, we do. Now, get dressed."
"Yes, Mommy dearest!" Harry replied, getting off the bed quickly, with his eyes full of mischief and excitement.
"I hope you don't turn out like him, James," Hermione said to her stomach, shaking her head at her husband, who was now buck naked standing in front of the closet.
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And everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, Baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you, Baby
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Seven months later...
"Harry, do you have to leave?" Hermione asked, sitting on their bed. She had her curly hair up in a ponytail with a few wisps of hair framing her face. Her honey eyes had threatening tears in them. She was watching the man she loved with all her heart pack his suitcase.
"'Mione, you know I have to. The ministry needs me. I can't just turn down my job," Harry replied, shoving a shirt in the suitcase. A tear slid down his cheek, but he didn't wipe it away. Hermione looked at her husband and just nodded. She knew he couldn't say no to the ministry. He was an Auror after all, and she knew that he had to do his job.
"But why can't they find an Auror in France. Why does an English one have to go?" Hermione persisted. She loved Harry to death, and knew his job was dangerous.
Harry sighed heavily. "'Mione, I love you, and you know that. I have to go, you know that." He wiped the tears away that where streaming down her cheeks. He kissed her softly on the lips. "I promise I'll return soon and safely."
"Don't forget to say goodbye to James," she said softly.
"I won't," Harry said, as he kissed her on last time, which lingered for a while, then he left her in the room, as he moved to the nursery to say goodbye to his six month old son.
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I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song for my sorry
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Two years later..
Hermione got the news about two weeks later that Harry was killed. She was devastated. She didn't know what to do. She wept for a few days, and lived with her parents. James was too young to understand, and he still doesn't.
Now she's living with Draco Malfoy. She doesn't know how she had gotten there. She met him in Diagon Alley one day, and things just happened from there. He had asked her out on a date, and she accepted, but never understood why. She had a thought that Malfoy would just use her, but he didn't. She fell in love with him. She thought she was dreaming when she realized that she had feelings with her late husband's enemy. She didn't know why she loved him, but she did. She never made love to him; she wasn't ready for that. Harry only had been gone for 2 years, and it seemed like it was too soon to move on. But she was happy, at least for now.
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At night I pray
That soon your face will fade away
And everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, Baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you, Baby
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Chapter 2
Everytime
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong?
Why carry on without me?
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Three years earlier...
"Hermione, hold up!" Harry said, running down the corridor, dodging the students crowding the corridor, to catch up with his best friend of seven years, and girlfriend of two years.
Hermione set down her trunk and turned around to smile at her boyfriend, who was running down the corridor like an idiot. She loved him with all her heart, but he can be embarrassing at times.
Once he got to her, he was out of breath and bending down trying to get air in his lungs. Hermione smiled shaking her head.
"Hey," Harry said, breathlessly.
"Hello," Hermione said with curiosity.
"Hi."
"Harry, I think we got that down. So why were running down the corridor?" Hermione was worried, but tried not too look like she was.
Harry smiled and stuck his hands in his pants' pockets. "Aw, don't worry Hermione. It's nothing serious. Well, it is, but not life threatening."
Hermione scoffed. "Harry, everything you have to do is life threatening."
Harry laughed, agreeing to what Hermione said. "But Hermione, this really isn't." He pulled his left hand out of his pocket, grabbed her hand, and led her to a secluded area, away from the streaming students that were getting ready to leave Hogwarts.
"Harry, what in the wor---" but Hermione was cut short when she saw Harry was on his knee, holding a small silver ring with a tiny diamond in it. She nearly fainted when she saw it.
"I know we're only seventeen, but would you marry me?" Harry asked with pleading eyes.
Hermione was shocked. She didn't know what to say. She got down on her knees and kissed Harry on the lips.
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Everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, Baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you, Baby
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Three months later...
Hermione was standing in front of the mirror. The plain white dress hugged her every curve. Her stomach was full of butterflies, and her hands were clammy. Her mother, Shavon, was standing beside her, her hands on her daughter's shoulders, squeezing them in assurance.
Hermione turned her head to look at her mother, and smiled weakly, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes. Today was the last day she would no longer be her parent's little girl. Her mother smiled back, pinned the veil in place, and kissed her daughter's cheek.
By that time Ginny walked in, wearing the simple emerald bridesmaid dress. She smiled sweetly at Hermione's mother, then turned to Hermione and said, "Are you ready, 'Mione?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Ready as I ever be." She sighed heavily.
"I'll see you in the front," said Shavon. She left the room, leaving the two girls behind.
Hermione turned around to face Ginny. Ginny had her long, red hair half pulled back, and curls cascading down her back. The emerald dress looked good on her, making her red hair brighter than it really was.
"Gin," Hermione began, but Ginny hugged her friend. Hermione felt all the nerves suddenly leave her body.
"'Mione, I'm so happy that you and Harry are getting married. Ron's a little upset, but he'll get over it."
Hermione smiled. She knew Ron had a crush on her since their first year at Hogwarts, but being the best friend he is, hooked her and Harry up. Ginny was happy for two reasons: one that Hermione was the one marrying Harry, and two; Ginny will no longer have to worry about Harry. She knew that Harry was in good hands with Hermione. She was the only one that could keep him in control, and out of trouble. Ginny knew she would never have to worry about her seventh brother.
Hermione got up from her seat, smoothed out her dress, and grabbed her bouquet. She sighed again.
"Are you ready?" Ginny asked again.
"Gin, I already said I was," Hermione answered smiling.
Ginny laughed and followed her friend out the door, towards the ceremony that was being held in the back of the Weasley home.
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I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done?
You seem to move on easy
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A year later...
Hermione sat on the bed. She placed a hand on her stomach and felt it kicked. She smiled broadly at the feeling.
"James, knock it off. You have one more month to go, then you can come out," she said, rubbing her stomach softly. Just then Harry walked in with a towel around his waist, drying his hair with another. He smiled at his pregnant wife, and sat down next to her on the bed.
"James, are you giving your mother a hard time?" Harry asked Hermione's bulging stomach. He kissed her stomach, and then kissed Hermione. She laughed and dropped the photo on the floor. "What's so funny?" Harry asked; he confused with what his wife would be laughing at.
"You're what's so funny," Hermione said, between breaths. Her husband looked at her like she was insane. She smiled and looked at Harry. "If James is anything like you or his grandfather, I wouldn't be surprised if he gave me a hard time. But if he is anything like his mother, or your mother in fact, I expect him to be a rule-following son."
Harry smiled. "But he is going to be like his father and grandfather. He's going to be a true Potter. A rule-breaker." He wrapped his arm around his wife and kissed her. "You know he is, and it bothers you, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it bothers me. If he is like you or your father, then we have our hands full. If he's worse than you two, then well, we might have to find another school for him once he's expelled from Hogwarts."
Harry looked appalled at what Hermione said. "You think our son will be expelled from Hogwarts? You're insane woman!"
Hermione laughed at his comment. "You thought I was insane when I met you, but you still married me."
"Yeah, it was my worse mistake too," Harry mumbled. Hermione playfully slapped him on the leg.
"Excuse me? You do know I'm carrying your son here." She pointed to her stomach.
"I mean, it was the best mistake I made," Harry corrected. He kissed Hermione on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "I love you always." Hermione smiled. Harry looked down at her stomach and added, "And I love you too. You hear me in there?"
Hermione laughed. "We better get dressed. Mum and Dad are probably waiting for us to arrive.
Harry stuck out his bottom lip and gave Hermione his puppy dog eyes. "Do we have to?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Harry, I only want to deal with one child, I don't want two. And yes, we do. Now, get dressed."
"Yes, Mommy dearest!" Harry replied, getting off the bed quickly, with his eyes full of mischief and excitement.
"I hope you don't turn out like him, James," Hermione said to her stomach, shaking her head at her husband, who was now buck naked standing in front of the closet.
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And everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, Baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you, Baby
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Seven months later...
"Harry, do you have to leave?" Hermione asked, sitting on their bed. She had her curly hair up in a ponytail with a few wisps of hair framing her face. Her honey eyes had threatening tears in them. She was watching the man she loved with all her heart pack his suitcase.
"'Mione, you know I have to. The ministry needs me. I can't just turn down my job," Harry replied, shoving a shirt in the suitcase. A tear slid down his cheek, but he didn't wipe it away. Hermione looked at her husband and just nodded. She knew he couldn't say no to the ministry. He was an Auror after all, and she knew that he had to do his job.
"But why can't they find an Auror in France. Why does an English one have to go?" Hermione persisted. She loved Harry to death, and knew his job was dangerous.
Harry sighed heavily. "'Mione, I love you, and you know that. I have to go, you know that." He wiped the tears away that where streaming down her cheeks. He kissed her softly on the lips. "I promise I'll return soon and safely."
"Don't forget to say goodbye to James," she said softly.
"I won't," Harry said, as he kissed her on last time, which lingered for a while, then he left her in the room, as he moved to the nursery to say goodbye to his six month old son.
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I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song for my sorry
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Two years later..
Hermione got the news about two weeks later that Harry was killed. She was devastated. She didn't know what to do. She wept for a few days, and lived with her parents. James was too young to understand, and he still doesn't.
Now she's living with Draco Malfoy. She doesn't know how she had gotten there. She met him in Diagon Alley one day, and things just happened from there. He had asked her out on a date, and she accepted, but never understood why. She had a thought that Malfoy would just use her, but he didn't. She fell in love with him. She thought she was dreaming when she realized that she had feelings with her late husband's enemy. She didn't know why she loved him, but she did. She never made love to him; she wasn't ready for that. Harry only had been gone for 2 years, and it seemed like it was too soon to move on. But she was happy, at least for now.
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At night I pray
That soon your face will fade away
And everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, Baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you, Baby
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