A/N – First SS/HG fic… hope you like
Summary – Years after Hogwarts, Hermione has lost everything. Her family, her pride, one of her best friends, and her true love. But in the process, she has gained a beautiful daughter, even if her profession is shameful. What happens when the truths are revealed and it turns out she messed things up worse than ever? Her chances at love again, deterred because of a stupid mistake. Will love get a second chance? Or will she push him away after all these years?
Rating – R, for obvious reasons and later chapters
Disclaimer - It really is mine! JKR just stole all of my ideas! And now she's the one making millions of dollars off of books, posters, movies, and other propaganda. God help me, I've gone insane. cries heavily Okay… its not mine… none of it. WAAAAAAA!!!
A Second Chance
Prologue The Job
"Harry, I'm back," Hermione Granger whispered as she entered her home at 3 in the morning. She walked into the living room and found him sleeping on the sofa. She smiled slightly as she proceeded up the stairs and entered her daughter's room. Serenity was lying under the covers and in Hermione's opinion; her four year old daughter looked like an angel.
Her mid-back length, silky black hair was in small ringlets from the humidity of the night. Her pale skin almost glowed in the moonlight that leaked into her room from the window. She sighed, shook her head and continued to her room to change into her pajamas and out of her disgraceful outfit. She hated wearing clothes like that, but with her profession, you had to.
She didn't like her job at all, but it was the only thing she could do to support her daughter and spend the entire day with her. Sure, she could have had any job she wanted, being the smartest witch since Lily Potter. But none of these jobs offered night shifts. Besides, this job did pay very well.
It made her feel dirty though, very dirty.
It's all for Senity, she told herself as she stared at herself in the mirror. Hermione Granger wasn't proud of her job, but then again, who would be proud of being a prostitute?