A/N – wow… I'm up to 50 reviews already… that's 10 per update!!! I feel so special. You all must love me or something because you all keep coming back. Well, here's the next chapter… it's a bit of a sad one… hope you all don't hate me for it.

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!!!

Chapter 5

Headmaster Dumbledore,

Although your job offer is considerably better than my current arraignments and a lovely opportunity I will not be able to do as propositioned. I am currently living alone with my daughter as a single mother. My daughter is my life Headmaster, and I could not stand to leave her behind with anyone. Once again my apologies and I do hope you find someone to fulfill the position.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

She folded the letter and sent it off. Sighing heavily she got up and went to her book shelf. Surfing through the titles she finally pulled out a thick book called Hogwarts, My History. Sitting down on her bed she flipped through the pages, smiling at all the memories placed inside her scrapbook. She came to a page that was entitled BFF's. She smiled sadly and looked over the page.

Pictures of Harry and Ron plastered it. There was one of Ron stuffing his face with food at the Graduation Party; one of Harry flying around the Quidditch pitch; one of all three of them, arms slung around each other, smiling happily and laughing. Tears came to her eyes as her fingers brushed over the smiling red head's face. She found it hard to believe that just weeks later he would abandon her and Harry, letting his temper get the best of him.

She fiddled with her fingers as she waited impatiently for Harry and Ron to come home. She had gone to the Weasley's house after the fight with her parents. Molly had let her wait in the boys room, and there she was, twiddling her thumbs. She soon heard footsteps and happy laughter and talk coming around the corner. The door opened and in walked her two best friends, decked in their Quidditch robes. All talking stopped when they saw Hermione.

"'Mione, what's wrong?" Harry asked immediately at seeing her face. They both rushed to her side. Her face was tear-streaked and she looked as though she hadn't slept for days.

"Guys we need to talk," she said quietly.

"What happened? You look like shit," Ron said carelessly, wrapping an arm around her.

"Gee thanks… but I'm sure I feel ten times worse than how I look," she said, her voice broken as she thought over the events that have come to pass.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" Harry asked, handing her a tissue.

"Guys… I-I know this may shock you both but… I'm… well… just spit it out… I'm pregnant," she struggled and stuttered to say, biting her lip as she looked at her thumbs she was twiddling with in her lap.

She waited with baited breath for her friends to respond to her news. Biting her lip again she stood up and began pacing.

"Well say something," she said, not looking at them still. "Anything??" She looked at Ron, his ears were turning red and he was glaring at a particular annoying spot on the floor. Harry looked deep in thought.

"Who? Who's the bastard that's done this to you?" Ron asked suddenly. "I swear I'll kill him for laying a single hand on you."

"NO RON! It wasn't anything like that… it was willing." At this Ron starred at her in disbelief.

"Who?" he asked again, his voice shaking with emotion.

"That doesn't matter," she waved off quickly.

"Yes… it… does," he said through gritted teeth. "It's not the bloody immaculate conception. Who were you with like that that you couldn't tell us!!" he burst out, coming out towards Hermione. "I thought we were best friends 'Mione… I thought you trusted us," he said, now sounding maniacal.

"Okay Ron listen… you would've flipped out like you are now. Besides we're over so it doesn't matter," she waved again.

"It… does!!" he yelled forcefully, stalking towards her again. "You're going to have a bastard child, without a father! How could you do this to me!!!?" By now Hermione was backed into a corner, Ron's fiercely angry red face looming in front of her.

"To you!!! I'M the one that's pregnant! NOT YOU!" she yelled back.

"WHO!" he yelled, no grabbing her arms in an iron like grip.

"Joe Schmo from off the street, now let go of me!"

"RON! STOP!" Harry yelled, pulling him away from Hermione.

"NO! She's… she's turned into a fucking whore Harry!" Ron yelled irrationally.

"Ron listen to yourself; this is Hermione Granger we're talking about here. Head Girl at Hogwarts. YOUR best friend!!! Ring a bell!" Harry yelled at him.

"Oh, so take her side… forget about poor old sidekick Ronnie. Always gets pushed aside, what with The-boy-who-never-dies and Little-miss-know-all-and-fuck-all," Ron yelled angrily. Obviously Harry hadn't gotten through. Hermione gasped and Harry glared at Ron.

"That was uncalled for Ron," he said bitterly.

"Yea well, both of you can just get the hell outta my house, NOW!" he bellowed in response, pointing the way out.

"No need to show me Weasley, I know my way," Hermione answered, silent tears streaking down her face as she stomped her way out of the house and past Mrs. Weasley.

"Hermione dear, what's wrong?" she had asked concernedly.

"Ask your son," was her short reply as she left the house without a second glance, Harry hot on her tail.

Hermione slammed the photo album shut and threw it across the room angrily. She then brushed the tears away violently and screamed in her pillow. She then looked over the letter from Dumbledore again; a bit of tension had been released. Unfortunately her mind had other ideas for her.

"Look at her," Hermione said as she stood in front of the nursery window with Harry, looking at a newly born Serenity. She was standing in a green nightgown from the hospital and looked extremely worn out, but happy nonetheless.

"Yea 'Mione, she's beautiful," he replied. He was standing right next to her, with her leaning on his shoulder for support. The baby was squealing loudly, her face a bit red, causing both to laugh. Her head was covered in curly black hair and her eyes were wide open, ready to face the world. They stood there, content in watching her.

"So this is the brat," a cold voice said next to them. They both turned to be faced with the mouthy red head from before. "Uncanny really, black hair…"

"What're you getting at Weasley?" Hermione asked, a bit suspicious that he knew too much.

"I never thought you'd betray me like that," he said, shaking his head.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry asked, pushing Hermione behind him.

"Let's see… Hermione, your best friend… she's just had a baby, with you here… and lets see, the runt has BLACK HAIR!" The last he yelled at them. "You do the math."

"What?? You think that… Harry?" Hermione gasped out.

"Isn't it obvious???" Ron yelled.

"No, it's not," Hermione said sourly. "Get out of my sight Weasel, you're not welcome here." She then turned back to the window, ignoring him completely.

"Yea Potter, you just had to fuck her, steal my woman from me."

"She never was, nor ever will be yours Ron. She's not mine either. She's like a sister to me Ron. And you'd do well not to cross her wrong path or you'll end up regretting it," Harry said threateningly, glaring at Ron.

"Fuck this shit… it's obvious I'm not wanted here," he said, turning away.

"It finally took you this long?" Hermione replied, her voice cold with disdain. "Well good riddance to you and your attitude, and if you set one foot upon my property or try to come near my child you will not survive."

"Ohh, I'm so scared!! The great Hermione Granger is threatening me," he said sarcastically.

"No, I'm not threatening you, that was a promise." And with that, she walked back to her room, Harry following her after he gave Ron a good glare.

Hermione was holding her pillow tight as she cried heavily into it. She looked terrible; her hair was now frizzed beyond belief, her eyes puffy and red and watery, streaks of tears down her face and mucus running from her nose. She hadn't cried this hard in years. Soon she cried herself to sleep, unable to stay awake with the thoughts of the past on her mind.