Ch 2: The Good Times

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story. It is only my second fan fic, so please bear with me.

THIS CHAPTER CONSISTS OF HERMIONE'S MEMORIES

Hermione let out a small gasp as she looked at her reflection in the large mirror. Oh my

God she thought I look beautiful Her brown curls were pulled into a tight bun with a few

strands hanging in her face. Her almond eyes were wide with shock as she examined her

flowing white dress. It was strapless with small beads lining the bottom of the flowing

skirt. There was also an almost non-existant lace flower on the chest. Hermione then began

to feel like she was going to be sick as she felt someone come up behind her.

"I don't know if I can do this." she said to the tall redheaded girl standing beside her

in the mirror.

"Hermione, do you love Ron?" the girl asked.

"Of course I do Gin, It's just that, we're so young. I don't know if we're ready"

"Trust me Hermione, if you weren't ready, you wouldn't be staanding here. Now come on,

you've got five minutes before you head down that aisle to become my sister"

Hermione sighed peacefully and followed Ginny into the hallway. She then saw a tall boy with

jet black hair and a slight scar on his forehead walking happily toward her.

"Hi Harry." Ginny said joyfully as he walked to her and bent down to plant a kiss on her

cheek.

"Hermione, you look absolutely beautiful. Ron is going to freak when he sees you." He stood

looking at her for another moment, "I can't believe it. my two best friends in the entire

world...getting married. I'm so happy for you." He then pulled her into a hug and said

"Good luck. He loves you a lot you know."

The music began to play and Hermione readied herself for the first day of the rest of her

life. . .

She and Ron had only been 18 yrs old when they married at the end of thier final year at

Hogwarts.

She knew in her mind that they were not ready for such a commitment, but after nearly two

years together, her heart couldn't deny that she loved him more than life itself. She

thought about what might have happened if they hadn't married so young as her mind wandered

to another memory. . .

The hospital room was bright with the shining faces of all of thier friends standing around

waiting for the nurse to arrive. Hermione lay, exausted, yet excited in the small bed at

the center of the room. Ron was by her side, holding her hand and gently kissing her cheek

every few moments. Finally, the nurse entere pushing a small bassinet as everyone began

crowding around the new baby.

Ron looked at hermione and whispered "I love you" into her ear. She responded with a kiss

and asked for him to bring her the baby.

Ron returned a few moments later cradling thier daughter in his arms. He handed her off to

Hermione and said, "This is your mommy."

Hermione smiled gently at her child and Mrs. Weasley asked her "What have you two decided

to name her?"

As Hermione looked into her baby'e eyes she said quitely to the guests gathere around her

"We've decided to name her Emma Genevieve Weasley. . . . . . . .

Hermione was jerked back to the present by the sound of another owl tapping at the window.

This time, the owl was carrying a package and Hermione paid it and sat at the shabby desk

in the corner. First, she opened the letter attached and nearly fainted as she read who it

was from. . . . .

Ch 3: The Letter

The letter read. . .

Hermione,

It's been almost five years since we last met. I know that you thought that I was dead,

but I am not, obviously, as I am writing you this letter. I will explain everything that I

can tomorrow evening at our reunion. I would like to speak with you before facing everyone

else, so please meet me in the room of requirement at 5:30. I am counting the minutes until I see your face again.

Draco

Hermione sat back, completely at a loss for words. She had thought that Draco had died the

summer after thier 5th year at Hogwarts! Thier romance was a secret and nobody knew, not

even Ginny, that Hermione had been longing to see Draco since his disappearance. She read

the letter at least a dozen times before finally rising from her seat and walking over to

Emma, who sat playing joyfully in her playpen.

Hermione gathered thier belongings and they headed to the lobby to pay the receptionist.

Two hours later, after she and Emma had boarded a train to london, Hermione was still

going over Draco's letter in her head. She then began thinking about the time that Ron had

finally found out about the two of them only months before and touched her hand gingerly

to a large cut along the side of her face. It started near the center of her forehead and

made it's way half way down her cheek. She began to remember that horrible night and silent

tears were rolling gently down her face.