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.
