TITLE:
Plus two makes three
SUMMARY:
Hermione Granger was an ordinary, brainy girl who attended a school for witchcraft and wizardry…until she was raped.
AUTHOR:
TomFeltonzBride
ALTHOUGH THIS STORY WAS POSTED AFTER HBP, THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN BEFORE HBP. SO IF YOU READ HBP, THIS STORY WILL PROBABLY NOT MAKE ANY SENSE… SO BARE WITH ME PLEASE! I DIDN'T POST THIS UNTIL AFTER HBP!
CH 1: An Unwanted Party
A girl with straight dark burgundy hair was walking home from the grocery store near her house. It was a chilly afternoon. She had a bag of groceries in one hand, and a book in the other. She was so engrossed with the book, she didn't hear anybody sneak up behind her. This masked man put a handkerchief around her mouth. He held on to her tightly, and dragged her to a nearby park. There he met with a guy. She was sure it was a guy because he was heavy-set, and had broad shoulders. They shoved her into a waiting car. She didn't know how long she was in the car because she passed out about a minute or so after she was in the car. When she woke, her captors had already put her on a bed. One of the men left, and the other one just sat there on a chair and laughed. Hermione was so scared, but she had to be strong.
"So your awake then?"
"What do you want from me? I'm only but a child! Leave me be! I have family back home!"
Instead of answering her, her captor asked her a question.
"What is your name girl?"
"Hermione Granger."
What the hell am I doing? Why the hell did I just give him my name? OMG! I am up for deep shit!
Her subjugator went into another room and told another guy her name. After he told her name, she heard the other guy say 'Oh, shit!' He sounds really familiar. She thought, like I've met him before. Oh, god! I'm about to be killed! By somebody I KNOW! Fuck!
There's no one in the room right now I can escape! Shit! Where's the door? Where am I? Would I be able to escape? Will I get caught? There are at least three guys maybe a fourth- the driver of the car. But what if there are others outside? Standing guard? What If I get caught? Well, it's worth it. Why am I still thinking? I'm going to get caught. I'm wasting time! With all her might, she ran for it. The last thing she heard the man say was 'I can't believe I screwed a…' She never did stay long enough to hear the rest of his 'lovely' statement. She could only think of the many possibilities… Whore, ho, slut, bitch…etc…etc… but by this time, she ran out the door and ran into the road. She didn't know where the hell she was but she kept running. While running for her dear life, she came across a policeman. (A muggle authority)
"You look a mess, why are you running, do you need help?"
"Yes, yes I do." She said out of breath. "I need to find my house, I don't know where I am."
"Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
"No, no, I just need to find my house, do you know where I am?"
"About ten miles from a little town called Ottery ST. Catchpole."
"Ron!" she said.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, nothing, could you take me to Ottery St. Catchpole? I have a friend who lives there."
About thirty minutes later, they reached a shabby-looking five-story house.
"Thanks again, thank you so much!"
"Be careful, I've heard things about this place. It's pretty dodgy. Once in a while, we hear things exploding here and there. You be careful, you hear?"
"Okay, I will, thanks again!"
Hermione walked up to the front door and knocked. She felt really bad, it had to be at least around 11:00 at night. But she couldn't stay outside all night. Ten minutes later a groggily looking Ron opened the door.
"Yes? Who are you?"
Was she that badly messed up? She knew she had written to him and Harry about her changing the color of her hair and straightening it a little. She did look a little messy, like an ogre or something, her hair was everywhere, and her clothes a little untidy, but she was sure at least her best friend could tell who she was… and she was right.
"Hermione? What are you doing here? Hurry come in, you'll catch a cold."
Wow, she didn't even know he cared.
"Mum, dad, come down quick!"
"Ron, really, you don't have to make a big deal, could I just have some floo powder? I just need to get home."
"Ron, stop that shouting! It is in the middle of the night, what is it? Your father has to go to work tomorrow, bright and early in the morning, Hermione dear? What on earth are you doing here? Sit, sit down, I'll bring some hot chocolate!" Mrs. Weasley rummaged around the kitchen trying to brew some hot chocolate. She came back in a few sort minutes with a cup of cocoa.
"Hermione dear, what happened? You're a mess! How on earth did you get here?"
Hermione just couldn't take it anymore, she broke down crying.
"Oh, gosh here comes the tears!" said Ron trying to lighten up the mood. It didn't help.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, go to your room!"
"I haven't done anything!"
Mrs. Weasley shut him up with a one of those, you-better-do-as-I-say-or-else-your-ass-is-in-big-trouble-mister look.
"Okay, okay!" he muttered while going up the stairs.
"Hermione, dear what's wrong, what happened? How did you get here?"
"Mrs. Weasley, I am fine, please I would just like to go home. I apologize if I seem forward with you, but it's been a rough night!"
"I agree it has been a long night! But if you need any thing, anything at all, you can always talk to me, you know that, okay?"
Mrs. Weasley called Mr. Weasley out of the kitchen and ordered him to talk to the ministry to let Hermione floo back to her house. Around 2 in the morning, she was safely tucked away in her bed.
The nest morning, Claire Granger was standing over her with stern eyes.
"Where were you last night missy? We were out all night trying to find you! We even called the police and filed for a missing daughter. Going to the grocery store? HA! I think not!"
"No, mum, you don't understand! I was kidnapped! I got home this morning at two!"
"Oh, my baby! Why didn't you tell me? I feel so bad! I can't believe you were,…" she never finished that statement…she fainted.
Two months later, Hermione was in the kitchen around 8:oo am.
"Your up early dear!" Claire Granger said.
"Yea, I was just hungry. So I decided to make breakfast!"
"Where's the breakfast?"
"Oh, well, that's the thing, I, umm… sort of ate it all. I was very hungry!"
"Ate it all? You are one pig!" she said teasingly.
"And exactly where were you intending to put all that bacon and eggs?" Claire asked jokingly.
"Good morning!" cried out Richard Granger.
"Morning dad. Could you take me to the office today? Mum can't drop me off this morning."
"Of course."
Ever since the kidnapping took place, Hermione need help, so she started going to a psychologist. She went twice a week ten o'clock in the morning. Hermione went back into her room to get her coat, when she had this sudden ache in her stomach. At that same time, her mother came into her room to ask her what time she was to come home that evening.
"Dear, are you all right?"
"Yea, nothing major, you've never seen someone retch up her food?"
"Is this the first time today?"
"Yea… today, my stomach's been hurting for the past couple of weeks."
"I think I better take you to the office, I need to talk to the doctor."
"Why, is anything the matter?"
You're supposed to be brilliant, you should know! "No, I just need to talk about the..uh..bill."
That morning when she came back home with Hermione, the both of them were crying.
"What's wrong?" Richard asked.
"Hermione's pregnant."
"WHAT THE HELL HERMIONE! I THOUGHT YOU PROMISED US THAT YOU WERE NEVER GOING TO, YOU KNOW! HOW COULD WE EVER TRUST YOU AGAIN! YOU BROKE OUR TRUST!"
"NOW DAD, YOU HAVEN'T HEARD THE WHOLE STORY, DON'T GO YELLING AT ME! IT WASN'T MY CHOICE! Remember the night I was kidnapped? For a long time, I thought I was raped. Probably when I was unconscious. But I could never find out if I was or not… how would you find that kind of stuff out?"
A month later, Hermione started attending an all girls' school. This school was for teenaged pregnant girls.
I can't believe I'm missing Hogwarts for this shitty place! I can't even do magic here! This isn't a magical school! How am I supposed to 'keep up with my studies' if I can't do any bloody magic! This wasn't my choice to be pregnant! I was raped for god's sake! (A/N: I'm not trying to imply any religious tensions or anything like that! Please don't be offended!) It's not fair! I should have gotten an abortion, but that's unjust! I would be killing a human being! (I'm not trying to imply that an abortion is neither right nor wrong…it's just a reason why Hermione isn't getting an abortion! Ok?) So much for my first time with my one true love! At least I'll get to go back to Hogwarts next year!
"Hi name's KiKi! What's yours?"
"Uh, Hermione." She answered a rather VERY optimistic country girl.
"Well, Hermione, ya new here?"
"Uh, yea. You?"
"No, been here like three times."
"So, you have three children?"
"Yup."
"If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?"
"Nope, don't mind, been asked that several million times! I'm sixteen."
"You from the states?"
"Yup, Imma proud Texan!" (A/N: I'm not trying to make fun of anybody from Texas, I just needed to describe a person with an accent, but it had to be an American one…)
"So, why are you here if you lived in the United States?"
"The father of my children lives here."
"Are you guys going to get married?"
"I want to, but he don't"
"Why not?"
"Cuz he's a jack ass! Only thinks of himself!"
"Oh, I see. Well, I better be off. Need to find my dorm."
"Al' righty then. Hope ta see ya soon!"
"Hi, Madame Wilks?" (Pronounced Will ks)
"Yes?"
"My name is Hermione Granger and I'm new here. Would you be able to help me find my dormitory?"
"I'm sorry, I am not able to assist you at the moment, but Miss Welts may be able to. Miss Welts, could you show Miss Granger her dorm?"
"Sure. Follow me. Can I see your form that they gave you so I can see which dorm your in?"
"Here."
"Tower Two, lobby 343, room 2A." she read. "Weird!"
"What?"
"That's the same dorm I'm in! How coincidental!"
"Yea! That's so correlated!" she said sarcastically.
"Jeez! You don't have to be so sarcastic! I mean I don't even want to be here to! Do you think I want to be here? Even my parents don't want me home. They say I'm a disgrace to the family name! What family name? They've disowned me!"
"Okay, okay! Calm down! I didn't mean to be rude to you. Sorry! It's just; I'm new to this! I've never been a mother! Looks like you and me are in the same boat! You know, without being sarcastic, you're just like me! I'm sorry, I'm just really scared!"
"That's okay, I felt the same exact way when I first came here. Your forgiven!" she said jokingly.
"That's good! At least I'm forgiven!" she said laughing. "So, what's your name?"
"Eudora Welts. But you call me Dora, everyone does."
"So, Dora, can you show me to our humble abode?" she asked, yet again, sarcastically
Dora and Hermione walked around the place for the rest of the day. It took all day to show Hermione every nook and cranny of the place. Dora showed her where the kids who are born there stay. Hermione found out that all of the towers, lobbies, and rooms are called Specifics, because they were made specifically for something. Meaning, that all of the towers, lobbies and rooms are according to how old the mother is (tower), what gender the kid(s) are (lobby), and according to when the child(s) supposed to be born (month/room). Accompanying them was Dora's cousin, Aurora Welty.
According to the girls, their last names were the reason why Dora's parents didn't date for a long time.
"You see, my mum's last name was Welty before she got married to my dad. But they thought that since their last names were so close, that they might be related somehow. My mum finally did some research, and found out they weren't related at all, so they started dating, and finally got married. And had me, two more sisters, and three brothers."
"That's really interesting…too bad I don't have a fancy story about my folks." Hermione said.
"Yea, I guess. But at least we're still friends." She said with a sly grin.
"Of course! Now, that would be silly. Not being friends with someone because they don't have any stories to tell…" she said also with a sly grin on her face.
"Oh, this is Bridgett Zacharelli. Another dorm mate."
"Dora! No, DO NOT call me Bridgett! Call me Zach!"
"Well, Zach, my name is Hermione."
"Hi Hermione."
"Hey, well, I have to go unpack. Talk to you later!"
Everybody said their goodbyes and Hermione went back to her room to unpack. When Hermione went to her room, she was the only one there.
I feel like I'm back at Hogwarts! I'm already warmin' up to this place! Uh! I have to unpack ALL of this crap! If I was at Hogwarts I could just do it by magic! WAIT! What am I talkin' about? I AM 17! I'm legally allowed to use magic! YIPEE! How did I not realize that until now! I must be crazy! Where did I put that stupid wand of mine?
"Ah-ha! There it is!" she said pulling out her wand.
"There's what?"
"Oh, nothing."
"What was that stick thingy you were holding up?"
"Oh, it was just…hey Zach, which one is my bed?"
"You tryin' ta change the subject aren't ya? That's okay, Dumbledore probably told you not to tell anyone right?"
"What…How…"
"I'm a witch too."
"Really? OMG! That is so awesome! Are you of age?"
"Yup!"
"Me to! So you can…" Hermione looked around so that nobody could hear her. "Do magic too?"
"Well, duh!"
"But, how'd you know that I was?"
"Uh, stick…" she said grinning. "I have some good news!"
"What?"
"Dora's a witch too!"
"How dare you tell everyone my business?" she asked with menace in her voice. "I was going to tell her!" she said jokingly. Then she started to laugh her ass off. "You should have seen the looks on your guys's face!"
"That wasn't funny! Eudora LUCAS-MEADOWS Welts!"
"HOW DARE YOU!" she said with a horrified facial expression. But then she exploded with laughter.
"Lucas-Meadows?" Hermione said tapping her foot as if telling Dora that she wouldn't wait any longer. She wanted an answer, and she wanted it now.
"Lucas was my brothers name. He was born two years before me, but died during childbirth. Meadows was my mom's best friends last name. Don't ask…I don't know HOW she could name me after her best friends last name, or WHY she would name me after my brother, a boy!"
"Sure, sure, it's just an excuse!"
"No it's not BRIDGETT MARLENE-SOPHIA ANGELYNA KIARA ZACHARELLI!"
"My GOD you have a friggin' long ass name!"
"Had a lot of cousins who wanted to be named after." She said with a shrug.
"Uh-huh…"
"So, do you know of anyone else here that can do magic?"
"Nope, just me, you, and Dora."
"So, how many kids do you have Hermione?"
"Well, this is my first pregnancy. What about you Zach?"
"Second child." She said touching her belly.
"Two for me. I have twins right now." Said Dora.
"Aww! Did you figure out names?" Hermione asked.
"Well, if they are girls, I want them to be Anita and Nadine, if they're boys, I want them to be Parker and Ryder. If they are a girl and boy, I want them to be Parker and Nadine. What about you?"
"Well." Hermione said. "If it is a girl, I want her name to be Kaila. If he's a boy, I want his name to be Trevin. What about you Zach?" (Pronounced Ky la)
"Well, girl- Kaitlyn, guy- Chase. Those names are names that I found on-line." She said with a smile.
"What's your firstborn's name?"
"Bretagne. (Pronounced Bre tawn nya) It means Brittany in French… I think. She's two."
"Aww. I have to see her some time!"
"She's downstairs, wanna go see her?"
"Yea."
The three of them went down to the nursery unit. They went to the second level.
"Hey baby, mummy's here!" said Zach.
"MUMMY! MUMMY, YOU'RE HERE!" said Bretagne.
"Bretagne, this is aunt Hermione. You know aunt Dora!"
"Herm ini?"
"No, her-mi-oh-nee"
"Her mini." She said with great enthusiasm.
"She thinks she got it right."
"She can call me Mia."
"This is aunt Mia, Bretagne."
"Mia, Mia!"
"Good girl. See you at dinnertime. Okay?"
"Okay." She said mimicking her mom.
"What time is it?"
"Like six thirty."
"I'm so hungry! Can't wait till dinner!"
END CHAPTER
A/N: You will find out about Hermione's rapper. (If that's what you want to call him.) You will also find out what his last statement was going to be. (When Hermione was leaving she heard him say 'I can't believed I screwed a…') I'm still not sure if I'm going to tell ya'll whom Dora and Zach's boyfriends are or was. PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! I really don't care if you don't like this story…if you don't…DON'T READ IT! DUH! But if you like it, but there's something that CAN be improved, PLEASE review…I can't read your mind, I don't know what you like and dislike… throw a flamer at me, I'll throw one right back at'cha! But constructive critisism is accepted! But only so much is accepted!