Author's Note - I had this story in my head to write it. Tell me what you think.
Chapter One
The Best Mistake
Hermione screamed in pain. It was unbearable. She wished it would all go away. She squeezed the hand of one frightened Ginny Weasley even harder. If Hermione's eyes were open, she would have seen Ginny wince in pain from lack of circulation in her hand, but Hermione's eyes were fir. Her face was contorted in pain.
"One more push should do it," said a female healer in her mid 30's.
Hermione struggled to give one final push and a few moments later, she heard the unmistakeable cry of a baby. Hermione started to relax. She looked at Ginny and smiled broadly. Ginny couldn't help it, she smiled too, ignoring her aching hand.
"Congratulations Miss Granger, you have a healthy baby girl," said the healer.
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Hermione sat up on the hospital bed in her room, holding her newborn girl. Harry, Ron, Ginny, her parents and the other Weasleys had just left a few minutes ago, intent on finding food.
Hermione had nanmed the newborn Alexandria Belle Granger. Alexandria, or Alexia for short, was the cutest baby en. She had a cherub face with a small bit of golden blond hair on her precious little head. She had captivating blue-grey eyes that sparkled under those long lashes. Alexia had inherited Hermione's delicate facial features. She had a relatively small nose along with small, but full pink lips. She looked like an angel.
Hermione looked into her eyes. It reminded her so much of him.
- FLASHBACK -
The head girl walked down the empty corridor. It was around 10 o'clock and she was patrolling the halls for curfew breakers. It came to no one's surprise when Hermione Granger was named the head girl that year. After all, she was easily the brightest girl of her year. It did however come as a surprise to most people when Draco Malfoy was named the head boy. After all, everyone was expecting the head boy position would go to Harry Potter.
Their sixth year had been their most eventful. After Sirius's death, Harry seemed almost obsessed with defeating Voldemort. He would practice spells and charms almost daily, along with muggle defenses like sword fighting. He practiced the most on this, knowing full well that he couldn't use his wand against Voldemort.
That year, Draco had also supposedly switched to the light side with Dumbledore. Though he was not a deatheater yet, he stilled proved to be a useful informant. It was he who told Dumbledore about the deatheater meeting to be held. It was during that meeting, Voldemort finally met his demise. Harry fought many deatheaters while trying to get to Voldemort. Dumbledore and Remus Lupin both died in that battle, both at the hands of Voldemort. Harry, fueled by anger, drove a sword into Voldemort's chest, finally defeating him.
Hermione remembered how depressed Harry was after that. It took a while to get him back to his normal self again, but even so, there were still days where Harry felt depressed all over again.
Hermione sighed, the school year would be over in a little over a week. She knew she would miss Hogwarts. It had been her second home for seven years. Hermione stopped as she passed the charms classroom. She thought she heard something. She slowly walked back towards the door and opened it, want at her side. She slowly walked in the room. It was dimly lit by a single candle.
A cool breeze passed by her. Hermione strained to hear any form of noise. She suddenly froze. The door behind her was closing. Hermione could hear it softly squeaking. She turned around, fearing the worst. She saw a tall figure shrouded in darkness. She promptly screamed but it was soon muffled by the man's hand.
"Damn it Granger!" Hermione's eyes widened. There was no mistaking that voice. Hermione's fright quickly turned to anger. She pushed him back.
"What the bloody hell is your problem Malfoy?!" she shouted.
"Will you keep it down?" he growled, "people are going to hear you!"
"Well what the hell are you doing?? Do you know what time it is? You're breaking curfew!"
"I'm head boy remember?" he drawled.
Hermione growled and continued to yell at him. "Don't sneak up on people like that! You bloody scared me to death! What are you doing in the charms cla-" she was cut off, by Draco's mouth on hers.
At first Hermione strongly resisted, but he was too strong. Plus, she couldn't ignore that wonderful sensation she got from this. That was the night Alexandria was conceived.
Three days later, Hermione found out she was pregnant. Hermione refused to have an abortion. She didn't think she could go through with baby, even though it was part Draco's.
The only people who knew who the father was were Harry, Ron and Ginny. Her parents had been extremely supportive, promising to help as much as they could. Ginny too had been supportive. She insisted on helping Hermione with everything even though she was still in her last year at Hogwarts. Ginny help so much, from finding clothes for the baby to making sure Hermione was properly pampered. Harry and Ron had also helped they were convinced that it was rape. It took a while for Hermione to convince them otherwise. After all, how could it have been rape when she was completely willing? That night was a mistake, but it was a wonderful mistake. He had been gentle, loving almost.
When Ginny asked if she was going to tell Draco, she promptly said no. After the incident, they hadn't talked, or even made eye contact at all.
Hermione had expected extremely hard when she graduated, but she was wrong. She had a loving family and many supportive friends. Right after she graduated, she got dozens of job offers. It took a while, but she finally decided take the position of Junior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, as Percy Weasley was being promoted to Senior.
Even as a single-mother-to-be, her life was on the fast track. She made a good amount of money and lived in a nice two bedroom flat. When the bulge on her stomach was too much to go to work with, she started to do most of her work at home, on maternity leave.
- END FLASHBACK -
Hermione sat on the hospital bed, watching Alexia fall asleep and smiled at the best mistake she ever made.
Chapter One
The Best Mistake
Hermione screamed in pain. It was unbearable. She wished it would all go away. She squeezed the hand of one frightened Ginny Weasley even harder. If Hermione's eyes were open, she would have seen Ginny wince in pain from lack of circulation in her hand, but Hermione's eyes were fir. Her face was contorted in pain.
"One more push should do it," said a female healer in her mid 30's.
Hermione struggled to give one final push and a few moments later, she heard the unmistakeable cry of a baby. Hermione started to relax. She looked at Ginny and smiled broadly. Ginny couldn't help it, she smiled too, ignoring her aching hand.
"Congratulations Miss Granger, you have a healthy baby girl," said the healer.
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Hermione sat up on the hospital bed in her room, holding her newborn girl. Harry, Ron, Ginny, her parents and the other Weasleys had just left a few minutes ago, intent on finding food.
Hermione had nanmed the newborn Alexandria Belle Granger. Alexandria, or Alexia for short, was the cutest baby en. She had a cherub face with a small bit of golden blond hair on her precious little head. She had captivating blue-grey eyes that sparkled under those long lashes. Alexia had inherited Hermione's delicate facial features. She had a relatively small nose along with small, but full pink lips. She looked like an angel.
Hermione looked into her eyes. It reminded her so much of him.
- FLASHBACK -
The head girl walked down the empty corridor. It was around 10 o'clock and she was patrolling the halls for curfew breakers. It came to no one's surprise when Hermione Granger was named the head girl that year. After all, she was easily the brightest girl of her year. It did however come as a surprise to most people when Draco Malfoy was named the head boy. After all, everyone was expecting the head boy position would go to Harry Potter.
Their sixth year had been their most eventful. After Sirius's death, Harry seemed almost obsessed with defeating Voldemort. He would practice spells and charms almost daily, along with muggle defenses like sword fighting. He practiced the most on this, knowing full well that he couldn't use his wand against Voldemort.
That year, Draco had also supposedly switched to the light side with Dumbledore. Though he was not a deatheater yet, he stilled proved to be a useful informant. It was he who told Dumbledore about the deatheater meeting to be held. It was during that meeting, Voldemort finally met his demise. Harry fought many deatheaters while trying to get to Voldemort. Dumbledore and Remus Lupin both died in that battle, both at the hands of Voldemort. Harry, fueled by anger, drove a sword into Voldemort's chest, finally defeating him.
Hermione remembered how depressed Harry was after that. It took a while to get him back to his normal self again, but even so, there were still days where Harry felt depressed all over again.
Hermione sighed, the school year would be over in a little over a week. She knew she would miss Hogwarts. It had been her second home for seven years. Hermione stopped as she passed the charms classroom. She thought she heard something. She slowly walked back towards the door and opened it, want at her side. She slowly walked in the room. It was dimly lit by a single candle.
A cool breeze passed by her. Hermione strained to hear any form of noise. She suddenly froze. The door behind her was closing. Hermione could hear it softly squeaking. She turned around, fearing the worst. She saw a tall figure shrouded in darkness. She promptly screamed but it was soon muffled by the man's hand.
"Damn it Granger!" Hermione's eyes widened. There was no mistaking that voice. Hermione's fright quickly turned to anger. She pushed him back.
"What the bloody hell is your problem Malfoy?!" she shouted.
"Will you keep it down?" he growled, "people are going to hear you!"
"Well what the hell are you doing?? Do you know what time it is? You're breaking curfew!"
"I'm head boy remember?" he drawled.
Hermione growled and continued to yell at him. "Don't sneak up on people like that! You bloody scared me to death! What are you doing in the charms cla-" she was cut off, by Draco's mouth on hers.
At first Hermione strongly resisted, but he was too strong. Plus, she couldn't ignore that wonderful sensation she got from this. That was the night Alexandria was conceived.
Three days later, Hermione found out she was pregnant. Hermione refused to have an abortion. She didn't think she could go through with baby, even though it was part Draco's.
The only people who knew who the father was were Harry, Ron and Ginny. Her parents had been extremely supportive, promising to help as much as they could. Ginny too had been supportive. She insisted on helping Hermione with everything even though she was still in her last year at Hogwarts. Ginny help so much, from finding clothes for the baby to making sure Hermione was properly pampered. Harry and Ron had also helped they were convinced that it was rape. It took a while for Hermione to convince them otherwise. After all, how could it have been rape when she was completely willing? That night was a mistake, but it was a wonderful mistake. He had been gentle, loving almost.
When Ginny asked if she was going to tell Draco, she promptly said no. After the incident, they hadn't talked, or even made eye contact at all.
Hermione had expected extremely hard when she graduated, but she was wrong. She had a loving family and many supportive friends. Right after she graduated, she got dozens of job offers. It took a while, but she finally decided take the position of Junior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, as Percy Weasley was being promoted to Senior.
Even as a single-mother-to-be, her life was on the fast track. She made a good amount of money and lived in a nice two bedroom flat. When the bulge on her stomach was too much to go to work with, she started to do most of her work at home, on maternity leave.
- END FLASHBACK -
Hermione sat on the hospital bed, watching Alexia fall asleep and smiled at the best mistake she ever made.