Prologue
"Oooh," Hermione sat up in bed clutching her head, there was a cool breeze sweeping through her roo- 'Wait a minute this isn't my room…' Hermione thought to herself looking around. 'Gracious Merlin what did I do last night and did I pass out in Harry's room?' She thought frantically confirming this was indeed Harry's room. Harry rolled over wrapping his arm around her waist, 'Good Merlin! I'm sodding naked! Okay Hermione, think about what you did last night, I was at Bill and Fleur's reception … I remember! I joined in a couple of the drinking games … But I don't drink? Wait Ron dared me too. Ok so I won a couple of drinking games then Harry asked me to dance. Ok we danced for a little bit … then we snogged for a little bit … then we apparated to his house, and BLOODY HELL! I slept with Harry!' Hermione closed her eyes praying it wasn't true, it wasn't that she didn't want to it's just … she knew Ron and Harry joked about calling her 'The - girl – destined – to – be – a – virgin' behind her back, just because she was saving herself … well let's not get into that right now. She lifted the covers a bit and peaked in,
"Bloody Hell we did have sex!" She said aloud, she clamped her hand to her mouth looking at Harry, who stirred but didn't wake. Slowly Hermione lifted the blanket off herself and tiptoed to the bathroom. After taking a pee, Hermione stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself, 'Bugger I'm ugly, how could he have even slept with someone as disgusting as me, I'm fat,' She picked up a tiny stomach flab, 'My hair, oh good merlin I won't even get started on my hair, my smile, like who could ever like someone with buck teeth?' She sat down on the counter, 'I slept with Harry Potter, 'the – boy – who – lived' I slept with my best friend. He must hate me now, what do I do? Act like it was nothing? Ignore him? Talk to him?' At the time none of these ideas sounded pleasing, Hermione clamped her hand to her mouth jumped down off the counter and retched into the toilet. There was a knock at the bathroom door,
"Hermione you okay?" His sweet voice sounded so concerned even through the door. She stood up and wiped her mouth with a Kleenex and opened the door,
"Yeah I'm fine." Harry greeted her with a hug,
"Last night … well to say the least you did some things I never expected you to do …" He laughed, Hermione blushed,
"Yeah amazing the things you do when you're drunk …" She whispered. Harry chuckled heartily.
"So what do you want for breakfast?" Hermione bit her lip, "I heard I make a mean fruit crepe."
"You know what a crepe is?" Hermione said looking at him questionly.
"Well you know Aunt Marge has certain tastes and French breakfast is one of them" He said leading her to the kitchen.
After a wonderful day spending it with Harry, Hermione finally decided to retire to her flat.They has spend the day wrapped up in each other remembering all the times they spent together, laughing and enjoying the last peace together they might ever have.
"Thank you Harry," She kissed him lightly on the lips and walked out. Once she found a safe spot to apparate from she arrived in front of her apartment door. 'Oh god.' She covered her mouth as she beat it to the bathroom, she dropped to her knees and retched again into the toilet bowl. She sat back against the counters and held her stomach. Tomorrow they would be leaving for Godric's Hollow. Hermione got up wiped her mouth, and headed to her bedroom to pack.
The next morning Hermione was up bright and early due to the fact she was still puking her guts out. After successfully clearing her stomach she shrunk her luggage and put it in her pocket. She was planning on having breakfast, yet she was worried she wouldn't be able to keep it down.
"Seems like I have the stomach flu or something." She mumbled to herself. She grabbed an apple and proceeded to munch on it while glancing through the Daily Prophet.
"Hermione? You home?" Harry's voice made her stomach do flips, no not flips squirm. Hermione bolted to the bathroom and threw up the apple.
"Coming." She yelled, as she walked into her living room she saw Ron and Harry had made themselves comfortable on her couch.
"You okay?" Ron asked looking her up and down as though her appearance would give him the answer.
"Yeah fine, just a bit nervous I guess …"
"Nervous?" Harry and Ron asked.
"Well yeah, we are planning a daring adventure that risks our lives." Harry and Ron continued to stare at her. 'Ok well that does make me nervous you guys…' She thought biting her lip.
"You ready to go?"
"Of course ready when you are." Harry replied.
"Well let's go then." Ron cleared his throat,
"Aren't you missing something…"
"Umm … not that I know of."
"Your luggage perhaps," Harry helped,
"Oh! That's in my pocket, I shrunk it, why didn't you two think of that?" Ron mumbled something and looked away and Harry laughed.
"Oh you two." She held out her hand. Ron passed her his backpack and Harry his trunk, she shrunk the two items and handed them back.
"Well are you two ready now?" They nodded.
"We're apparating…" Harry pointed out,
"Well I kind of figured that." Hermione laughed as she disappeared with a 'CRACK!'
What was left of Godric's hollow had been a disappointment to Harry, he had at least hoped that there would be something there for him. But there was only charred remains of what had been a beautiful manor. After a week of morning sickness Hermione still couldn't figure out what was wrong, but then when she skipped a period she knew.
Harry was kneeling in front of 2 vine covered polished rocks. Tears were streaming down his face,
"I missed you guys so much, I wish you had never left me…" Hermione knelt down beside him she placed a gentle arm around him,
"It's okay Harry." She whispered.
"Yeah mate everything will be okay…" Ron said sitting down beside him.
"But I was only a baby… he took them from me when I was a baby."
"Oh God!" Hermione's hand flew to her mouth she jumped up and with a crack was gone.
Hermione left a crudely scribbled note on the Kitchen counter of Harry's apartment.
"I know I promised you I'd be by your side, but something's come up and it seems I have to leave. Life's not fair, but I don't want you to come after me. Only because it can hurt your chances of surviving Voldemort maybe when you've defeated him (yes I know you will) then can you seek me out. I don't ever want you to forget this,
I love you,
Hermione
Hermione brushed the tears off her cheeks and looked around one of his jumpers were lying on the table.
P.S I took your jumper hope you don't mind.
"You know what one second thought I'll send this to him VIA Owl Post, he may not come back to his apartment for a while…" She said aloud.
"Hedwig!" Hermione yelled out, she searched the cupboards for owl treats. Finding the box she pulled it out and dumped a couple of treats in her hand. The snowy owl flew over,
"Take this to Harry he's at Godric's Hollow."
