A/N- I had some spare time the other night, and this idea came into mind. I am not sure if I am going to continue it or not, but I am thinking I will. I want to know if you, (the readers) like this, and if so I will continue it. If it's not too much trouble, I would like maybe, at least six reviews before continuing. Thanks a lot! Love ya all! Signed, Aurora

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Her Mistake

She stood there at the window looking out at the midnight sky. The snow falling as light as a feather, but hugged the ground tightly. She pulled her robe closer around her bare body as the crisp air came through the window and bit at her skin. The moonlight seeped through the clouds, shining on her soft chestnut hair and reflected off of her cream skin. Her chocolate orbs danced across the scape blindly as she kept deep in thought.

Finally she tore her eyes from the outside and she looked around the room catching sight of the many filled cherry oak bookshelves holding mixed collections of books. From the Dark Arts, to Potions, as well as books on Levitation and mixed spells, dark and light. It didn't matter, they were there. Her eyes mingled around the room again and came to a matching cherry oak canopy bed with soft satin and silk crimson and cream colored sheets, as well as a fireplace to complete the master bedroom to the Lupin Manor, it wasn't much but it was his home.

Her eyes fell to what, or rather who was laying asleep under the covers. The colors of the sheets blending perfectly with his just pale enough skin. She let her eyes roam over the figure, he wasn't big and muscular but he was just the way she liked guys, having just enough muscle to make him the way she wanted. His sandy brown blond hair fell into his face and over his closed eyes, and if they were opened they'd be the most magnificent icy yet kind blue eyes anyone would ever see.

She closed her eyes as memories of the night before flooded through her mind. She could almost feel his skin against hers, his kisses softly caressing her body, showing her and having her feel how much he truly and deeply loved her.

But last night had scared her, letting go of herself like that terrified her more than he could ever know, and that was why she was doing what she was going to do. All of her bags were packed and sitting downstairs in front of the door. She took off her robe and dressed in a pair of jeans, a sweater, boots, gloves, and a hooded cloak.

With one last kiss on his soft full lips and a note left on his bedside table explaining why she was leaving, she walked downstairs quietly, making sure not to wake him, and she left without a second thought to what she was doing...

The next morning came and he woke to see a note addressed to him in hand writing he very much recognized as hers sitting propped against one of the two empty wine glasses along with a glass bottle that once had contained a whole bottle of red wine, it had been the best bottle in his cellar.

He opened the note and wished he hadn't have known what was to come.

Remus,

Last night, what happened scared me. I let myself go like that and I shouldn't have, I am so sorry if I am hurting you but I can no longer stay here with you. I will be gone for a while, and I don't know how long. You know how that old saying goes, If you love someone let them go. So let me go Remus, please, and I promise one day I will come back to you. I love you and always will...

Hermione

/About two months later/

Hermione Granger sat in the doctor's office, worried about what she was going to find out. She hoped that she wasn't right in her assumptions, and didn't know what she'd do if she was. She looked up as the doctor walked in the room, a manilla folder in her hand.

"Well Miss Granger, I have good news," the doctor began as she shut the door and sat down at her desk. "Congratulations, you're pregnant..."

Upon hearing those words, Hermione knew that she should have thought twice before leaving Remus. Where would she go now? Who would she tell?