Disclaimer: I'm a poor, broke college student. How could I possibly own them? All characters belong to Ms. Rowling, who is not a poor, broke college student.
"Mione! My god, you're back. Remus had said you would come, but he didn't give me specifics. How are you? You look like shit, you know."
"Thank you, Harry. I'm fine, just tired from the trip over here."
"You Apparated?" he asked as they walked into the living room and sat.
"No, Harry. I flew."
"Get off, Hermione. You hate flying. You always felt like you were going to fall off the broom."
"No, Harry. I flew in an airplane."
Harry looked puzzled. "Why? You were always popping around the globe when you were working for the Order."
"I wanted to fly, and you very well know that the only 'popping' I did was through the Floo Network. You cannot Apparate across the ocean." Hermione felt slightly uneasy about lying to Harry, but how does one tell a friend that he unknowingly spent half your magic? "I'm not as powerful as I once was, Harry," she said, telling him only the most important part of the truth.
"What happened?"
"Life happened. The war happened. Magic isn't just physical; it's psychological as well. Losing Ron was tough on me."
"Me too, Mione. I miss him, but I know he'd want you to be happy." He took Hermione's hands in his own. "I want you to be happy. Have you considered the offer I made you before you left?"
"Harry, I love you, but you are like my brother. I am not in love with you. My answer is the same as last time."
"I can make you happy. I don't need love to do that. I can give you the pleasure you've never had."
Hermione pulled her hand sharply out of Harry's and abruptly stood up. "How dare you! First you insinuate that I would lower myself to a relationship without love. Then you tell me my husband, your best friend, wasn't a good lover."
"He hardly touched you, Hermione. What sort of relationship could have grown out of those final months? We were always off chasing a piece of Voldemort's soul. Your relationship was secret, so you rarely slept I the same bed. When we were at the Burrow, Ron told me he didn't feel right sleeping with you with his family in the neighbouring rooms. This being apart thing, it didn't work for you. Neither of you were happy. That lifestyle was most definitely not conducive to a physical relationship."
Hermione looked at Harry with tears in her eyes. Her hands moved from their crossed position on her chest to cover her abdomen. "He touched me enough to get me pregnant," she whispered.
"Pregnant? There wasn't enough time. You're lying."
"Why would I lie about something like that? What would cause you to think something like that?" Her words were soft, but filled with anger.
"Mr. Potter, I believe you have said quite enough," Snape sneered from the doorway.
"You! What is he doing here?"
"He came to discuss my cure for Remus. He has my full faith and confidence, as he proved through his trial. Didn't you see Dumbledore's memories claiming Snape's innocence? Didn't you hear the Wizengamot's verdict?"
"You're defending him? That traitor? I ought to send him to hell where he belongs," Harry snarled menacingly.
The room grew dark, as if someone had pulled the blinds. A flash of lightening resulted in the loss of electricity in the room. A second bolt illuminated the room, causing Hermione's hair to stand on end, making her look like a fallen angel.
"Leave, Harry."
"I want a full explanation."
"Leave, Harry. I have nothing more to say to you."
"Does Remus know he's here?"
"Yes, Harry. Leave. Now." The room shook only slightly, but it was enough to make Harry turn to leave.
"I pity you, Mione. I really do. What sort of life have you had in wherever the hell you were that would make you become his whore?"
At this, Hermione pushed Harry up against the wall, and pinned him there with her hand. "Don't ever think I would lower myself to being a whore – Snape's or yours. I died the day Ron did. I would not sully his memory by selling myself off to the highest bidder. Can't you see that? If you can't, you have no place in my life, and you most assuredly have no place in my bed. Goodbye, Harry."
With that, she released Harry, who turned on his heel and walked quickly out the door, slamming it in his wake.
"A baby, Ms. Granger?"
"She's not a baby anymore. She'll be ten in August. She'll start at Salem next year. I cannot believe he came here, expecting me to accept him back after all these years. He was Ron's best friend."
"Loathe though I am to take the Wonder-Boy's side, he will come around, once he understands the gravity of what he has done."
Hermione snorted. "Of course he will. That's what he's always done. Every time he fucked up, we forgave him. Every bloody time." She turned and began to rant. "Couldn't he see that I was trapped? My husband had just died. I found out on the day of his funeral that I was pregnant. What a nice parting gift he left me. And then, my best friend, four days after his wife died and two days after my husband died, decided to ask me to go for a roll in the sack with him. 'Hey, we're both uncommitted. Why don't we sleep together?' He forgot the pain I felt. How abandoned I felt."
"Your husband did not mean to abandon you," Snape said, sitting Hermione down on the couch.
"I know. I just felt trapped. When I found out I was pregnant, it was… horrifying to say the least, to know that I would be carrying Ron's child without him. I may be a liberal, but I couldn't abort the baby, not after killing Death Eaters. I could not keep the child either. So, I let her be adopted by an older wizarding couple who could not conceive. They send me her picture every year at Christmas. She looks so much like Ron," Hermione sighed.
"You did the right thing. You were both so young, too young, maybe."
"I loved him. Whether or not we should have been together, or if our relationship would have worked after the war, it's all a pointless debate now."
"Forgive me, Ms. Granger. That comment was uncalled for."
"It's all right. Maybe we were too young. I don't know, but what's done is done."
Authoress' Note: No, I do not hate Harry.