The disclaimer is in the first chapter.
Happy Winter Solstice day. For the ones in the Northern Hemisphere.
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Praise the Higher Power in one more chapter.
A loving hug and kiss to my home team of cheerleaders. My Mom and my handsome Son.
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AN: This chapter includes mature language and themes. Please understand the rating for M+18 rating.
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Second Part.
Hermione's plight.
June 3, 2003.
Hermione didn't think Harry would return for her. He was currently the most important wizarding world hero. She was sure that he didn't need the ball and chain that she, Hermione Granger, had been ever since they became friends on the 31st of October 1991.
Throughout their years of formation and education, adventures in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry everyone kept hinting that she was a bore, and unwelcomed in the magical society, and Ron kept reminding her of that reality from the start. But, stubborn as she was, she kept defying the viper tongues, and malicious intents on him and she kept by his side, in the best of times, and the worst too.
By the end of the war, she was barely standing, exhausted, without a home, her parents, and even her magic was failing.
To top it all, she had a secret she couldn't let anyone know or even Harry acknowledge. With the battle done, and the war closed, she found Winky crying for losing her Hogwarts family. Watching Winky cry fractured Hermione's heart even more. She touched the broken house-elf head and said, "Don't cry Winky, please, I'll be your sister, I too lost sight of my parents in this conflict, I could use family right now." Without knowing she took Winky as her house-elf and the glow of magic, accepted the bond. Winky opened her eyes wide, and said, "Mistress, you have babies, beautiful, powerful, babies, inside you," Hermione whispered in a panic to the magical aide, "No, Winky, don't say it out loud, nobody knows, and nobody needs to know," Winky sensed the pain through her bond to Hermione, but before, she could reply, she noticed a male entering, and she hid.
Hermione turned to see who had entered and noticed Ron Weasley. He was still celebrating that the war had closed, and he was still alive. To soon he moved in a forced embrace, and tried to kiss her, she detached and said, "Ron, listen, the kiss back in the chamber of secrets, was just to celebrate that the Horcrux was destroyed, I never said I wanted to be your girlfriend, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, back there," Ron seemed annoyed about the misunderstanding "So, it was a mistake? And, you kissed me, but your not my girl, is that right?"
"I, what?" Asked Hermione confused at Ron's outrage.
"You're a tease aren't you? A fucking little cunt, tease?" Asked Ron in a low growl. Hermione's jaw dropped, but her hands closed into fists. She closed her mouth and raised her chin, crossed her arms, and said, "You're an Idiot, a chauvinistic pig, and fucking bigot, go to hell." She turned around and knew he was going to follow her and make a scene, so she brought her wand and did a half-turn and enunciated in one move, 'Stupefy!' She hit the mark. At Ron's sprawled figure she whispered, "Arsehole,"
"That was wicked Mistress," said Winky. "Yeah, um, Winky, could you help me? I need to do one thing before leaving. Harry, I…" Her composure broke and fat tears began making tracks on her ashen face, "I, I need to say goodbye, it hurts to be here, and Harry is now with Ginny, and I, I just need to leave a note, and go, it's for the best, can you help me?"
Winky nodded, and half an hour later, Hermione walked away from the English magical world. Brokenhearted, pregnant, owner of a house-elf Winky, and with the certainty that Harry would be better without her, he certainly didn't need a nagging nuisance now, pushing him and breaking his stuff, like his wand. Harry Potter would be better without a nosy know-it-all bookworm. She would just learn to live with that.
Five years later, under the guise of an invisibility cloak, a man stepped out and called her name, and everything about that call shifted her world.
Harry struck a chord in her. His power, his stance, the lopsided smile, and the tears of shock when his magic recognized the resemblance and kindred magic the twins had to him. But when he was alone, after the twins' departure, he was kneeling, his glasses dropped and his perfectly groomed eyebrow curled in a question, Hermione felt her throat dry up, there, in her doorstep was the sexiest man alive and now his magic flared, and she knew, she was absolutely screwed. He would hate her, maybe accuse her of line-theft and humiliate her, but she would cope with the accusation if it meant to be looked at by that perfect emerald set of cold-curious eyes, a second longer.
Instead, she swallowed, and shrugged at the thought of reciprocity on her feelings and thoughts, and added, "Come on in and meet the rest of the family,"