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Firsts

Ron paced madly around the common room waiting for Hermione to return. He had been waiting in here for hours. Breakfast had not gone according to plan; they had both pretended that nothing was wrong, that she had never been pregnant with his child. They were trying to cover things up; they were acting like nothing happened in a pathetic attempt to somehow erase the past.

He had never planned on raping her, it simply happened. It was a few days after the whole ministry of magic ordeal. Hermione was upset and he comforted her, and as he sat and let her cry on his shoulder his hands wandered to her stomach.

Then, the thought hit him. He imagined how wonderful it would be to have a piece of him inside of her. She would be his and he would be hers. They would become Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, it was all so perfect, and so easy to achieve, right? Wrong? Ron had thought that if he got her pregnant, that his dreams, his plan for the future would be fulfilled. So, he did the unthinkable.

He kissed her.

He took her at her weakest moment. He quickly undid his pants, and then Hermione sensed something was wrong. She struggled against him, but Ron was stronger. He successfully slide her skirt down and then he ruined her life. But, that was not his intention. He wanted their happiness, and at the time he thought it was the only way.

But, it died. And, when he tried to set his plan in motion Hermione rejected him.

And now he was confused, very confused.

Three hours earlier

Hermione and Harry sat lounged on a couch in the Room of Requirement. Hermione fiddled with her bracelet and looked up at Harry.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked.

Harry nodded his head, "Sure anything."

"Do you like me more now than before, just because I am prettier?"

Harry looked at her in shock. "What?"

"You heard me", Hermione replied.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and let out a huge breath. "Yes and No", Hermione looked at him quizzically, and he continued, "You're more fun to watch, the beautiful part. Not that you weren't before, you always have been, it's just different. But, you, like you as a person, I feel even more far from you than ever. It's like you grew up so fast, and I wasn't there to witness, something happened but I have no idea what."

"I'm more fun to watch?" Hermione mocked.

Harry sighed. "It's like you enhanced it, you know like you were always this pretty it just stands out more. "

"Like putting handwriting on pink paper instead of cream?"

"Yeah, exactly"

Harry and Hermione erupted into fits of laughter and Hermione found herself wiping tears from her eyes.

"Am I that weird?" She asked.

"Yes, but that 'weirdness' has saved my life many times, so I love it."

Hermione blushed and looked down at her hands, "You've saved my life to you know?" Harry rolled his eyes but Hermione continued, "More than once."

Harry shook his head, "Let's change the subject."

Hermione nodded. "What did Neville want?"

"He, er, he decided to talk to me about his parents."

Oh, Hermione mouthed. Harry nodded, "Yeah, they", but Hermione cut him off. "I know, he told me a long time ago. Remember when we were in first year and he lost his toad?" Harry nodded, "Yeah, well, once in Hogwarts he showed me where Trevor was going to sleep and was describing what a good pet he was when he mentioned his parents, I asked him about them, and he told me."

Harry wiggled his eyebrows, "I think he had a crush on you!"

Hermione laughed, "Neville?"

Harry nodded; he bounced over to where she was on the couch. "I can picture it now, you and Neville holding hands in the hallways", he grabbed her hand, "Caressing your face", he cupped her cheek, "and making out with you in the corridors."

"No way we would have more class that that!"

"Nope", Harry smiled, "Full blown, with tongue!"

Hermione smiled, "At least I've had a good dirty kiss."

"You think I haven't?"

Hermione shook her head. Harry leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I've done more than that."

"Me too"

Harry pulled back. "No way", He challenged, "Who?"

"Which one?"

"Who was first, and when I want details!"

"Perv"

Harry rolled her eyes and Hermione sighed.

"I was thirteen and was with my family in Austria, we were on a tour and there was this guy,"

"Thank Merlin; I thought it would be a girl!"

Hermione slapped him lightly on the arm, "Do you want to hear the story or not?"

He nodded and Hermione continued, "Well I thought he was really cute, blonde hair blue eyes and an American accent."

"Sexy", Harry whispered.

"Harry!"

"Sorry", he replied meekly.

"Anyways, I liked him and he liked me and one night all the adults went off to a bar and we decided to walk through the hallways together and we ended up outside my family's hotel room. I told him that I was tired and that I should go to bed, then he kissed me and he asked me if I wanted to be his first, and I said yes. So we went in the room, used one of my parent's condoms, and did it."

Harry smiled, "What then?"

"After he left I went to bed and my parents came running in three hours later saying that my Grandfather had called. They packed my things; booked us a flight and we left the hotel at six in the morning. I tried to get contact Nick, but I couldn't reach him. I was leaving my first love behind, and it's not like I could tell me parents. So we left, and we returned to England to find out that my Grandmother had died of a heart attack.

"And you never saw him again?"

"No, he's off in America and I am here, I doubt he even remembers me."

"How could he not, you were each other's first", he paused, "Did you love him?"

Hermione frowned, "I don't know. I thought I did, I might have. But, I don't know what love is, I've never seen it."

"Everyone's seen love"

"Have you?" Hermione questioned.

Harry paused, "I, I don't know. But, I promise that when I do figure out what love is, and if it even exists, I'll tell you."

"And I'll do the same."

Harry smiled and leaned down close.

"My first was Cho"

"Shocker!"

"Shut up!"