I'm sorry it has taken me so long to upload this! I had a severe writers block. But lucky for you guy I got a bad case of the cold and I don't know if it was the NyQuil or the lack air to my lungs, but I got inspired and in one night I wrote chapter 8! Now this isn't the last chapter. but its nearing the end. I want to finish this because well I take forever to update :( I far too busy to write and such. So I'll probably stick to one shots from now on. But enough rambling! Enjoy and don't forget to review...unless you hate it, Then don't review. ALSO BEFORE I FORGET! Slight Smut!

The past few months were a real struggle for Hermione. Fred stopped by often, and Angelina was 7 months pregnant. Fred whined and complained on a daily basis about her. As much as it hurt Hermione she listened patiently to Fred, she knew this was hard for him but sometimes she just wanted to knock him over the head with a brick. She hated hearing about the horrid woman and well the little angel as she dubbed Fred's unborn child.

She had a horrible feeling like she was the other women. She and Fred weren't intimate at all. But Fred occasionally would steal kisses from her. She couldn't say it bothered her, what bothered her was that every time he kissed her she saw his baby. It broke her within her core because she knew that if for whatever reason she ever got back with Fred she could never fully have him. The baby would always be there, as a priority. She knew that and she felt selfish for thinking that, but that's what it was to her.

Hermione was planning to visit David because he was leaving that day. She was getting ready when she heard her door open suddenly then heavy footsteps go up her stairs. Any other person would have been terrified, but poor Hermione was all too used to this. Fred came in, still in pajamas, and lay in her bed.
"Fred. I'm going out, feel free to stay."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to see David. He's leaving today."

"Took him long enough to leave. You know he was keeping you from your work."

Hermione looked at him; still half brushing threw her hair.
"What work? You fired me you jerk!"

"No I didn't. You didn't get a written termination from neither George nor I. Therefore your just a very long no call, no show. Very irresponsible on your part, if you ask me."

"Fred, you really need to make up your mind. I'll love to stay working with you guys but I'm not going threw your mood swings."

Hermione put her hair in a ponytail slipped into some black flats and grabbed her purse and left.

David was waiting for Hermione in the very big Malfoy living room. When he heard he knocking on the door outside, he jumped up to open it.

"Hermione I've been waiting for you. Come in I got to speak to you."

He took Hermione into the Malfoy's study and showed her a stack of paper.

"I've been talking to George and the Weasley's Wing for Trauma should be no problem to open. The already sent all their investments via Gringotts. All you got to do is sign them over to the contractors."

"I'll do it first thing tomorrow."

David looked at Hermione. He knew Hermione a little bit more then she assumed he would. They spent a lot of time together; people often thought they were dating. He wouldn't have mind dating Hermione, if it wasn't for Hila, the girl he met a week earlier.

"Hermione what's wrong?"
"Nothing, what do you mean?"
"Your face, your demeanor, lack of interest, you're obviously upset."
"David, I can't take it anymore. Fred, he's not making this easy on me. I want to be his friend. Go back to the way things were before we decided to get together. But he's still around, he should be with her but either way it goes he's still around. I don't want to be a stepmother. I don't want that child growing up to think that I stole his dad from his mother. I don't want to be that person. I always hated hearing about stories like that. If two people loved each other to make love they should love each other enough to stay together and rough it out. For the child's stake and here I am letting him stay in our apartment because I feel like if he isn't in my life I'm not happy, David I'm so lost and confused. I never felt more disgusted with myself."

"Hermione, have you told him any of this? Part of it at least?"

"No, he'd take it the wrong way."

"If he really cared about you, he wouldn't take it so personally. He has to respect your decision."

Hermione thought about all this. Did she have the courage to do that? Why couldn't she. She knew she was facing a pattern that she had to break, Ron manipulated her, and Fred was beginning to as well. She knew better then to take that. She knew she had to stand up for herself or she would slowly but surely become the other woman. She looked at David and she knew what she had to do.

"I'm sorry David. I know I promised to spend your last night here-"

"Hermione, go. It's okay. I understand."

Hermione stepped outside to apparate. It was raining really badly. The lightening was making everything white. Hermione apparated to her apartment, knowing fully well that Fred would be there, waiting for her to come home, ask her a million questions about her day. Then he would go to his room and pout, because she had a life.

Thinking this way was making Hermione mad. When did this happen? How could she have possibly let this happen to her? She shortly questioned her morals while opening the door, and surely there he was. Waiting for her, she had planned what she was going to do. She was going to tell him to follow her. She was going to lead him into his room, start packing his stuff. Explain to him that they couldn't see each other anymore, for the sake of her morals and sanity, for the baby most of all.

But she didn't. She didn't know what came over her. A possessive feeling, like a child that didn't want to share their toy, she didn't understand why but she sat by him, she touched his face, ignoring the confusion etched on it; she traced his lips with her thumb, his lips that perfectly molded with hers. She slowly worked her hands into his shirt; she took it off of him in one swift motion to reveal years of Quidditch and running, his body was rock solid and gorgeous.

"Hermione what are you-"

Hermione cut him off, crashing her lips into his. Fred cautiously took off Hermione's shirt, kissing her again, and finally took her bra off. He slowly caressed her nipples with his tongue, biting them gently enough to give her pleasure. He stopped.

"Hermione, there's no turning back. Don't start something you can't finish."

"Shut up and finish Fred."

Hermione reached for Fred belt and undid it in record time, now tugging his jeans off.

Fred slid them off and stood picked up Hermione and carried her to the main bedroom, where they had originally first stayed together. Hermione then disregarded her pants and straddled Fred. She stopped for a second to look at him, really look at him, and she could see it in his eyes, she could see that sparkle in his eye that he had, she recognized it because every morning when he walks in, when ever she looks in the mirror, its there, reminding her that he has a permanent spot in her heart.

She kissed him again. This time more urgently then before, knowing that this is exactly what she wanted, and she was sure she was going to regret it in the morning, but she didn't care.

They made love for most of the night and fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning Hermione awoke sore and relaxed. The first thing she saw was Fred's bright blue eyes and ear to ear smile.

"Good morning, my love!"

"Morning, Fred."

"Hermione, you've made me the happiest man in the world! There has been nothing even close to last night that has made me happier."
"There will be, Fred"

"What do you mean?"
"When the baby comes, you and Angelina will be overjoyed."
"Hermione, you and I could still be together. I'll fight for custody of the baby. We could raise it. He'd be better off with you as a mother. Hermione then we could start our own family! Think about it! Hermione Jean Weasley."

"Fred. I…about last night…I know this won't be fair to you but-"

"Hermione don't do this. Please Don't Do This."

"Fred I'm sorry, I love you with all my heart and soul, and I really do. But I can't take away that child's family. I couldn't live with myself if I did. It would be wrong; I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I would feel disgusting. Fred I love you, everything about you, and that little angel is part of you, he's you, and I wouldn't want to take part in hurting him. I'm sorry Fred but in a fucked up way, this is my good-bye to you."

Fred stood up kissed Hermione,
"Fine Hermione, I'll pretend we never existed. I love you."
Fred walked out of the bedroom, and out of the apartment. Hermione took a deep breath and walked into the shower. She didn't cry, not once, because she knew she was doing the right thing. She walked into the steamy shower, and let the hot water wash away all unhappy thoughts.

Hermione dressed in a simple skirt and t-shirt with black sandals and went to visit Ginny and baby James.

When she was holding him she imagined Fred's baby. What it would look like in two short months. She dragged herself back into reality, thinking maybe she needed a tad bit more noise then just Ginny and James, she invited Ginny to Malfoy manor to help Pansy plan her wedding renewal. Ginny happily agreed.

At Malfoy manor Hermione's thoughts were occupied with wedding assignments that she slowly but surely pushed Fred to the back of her mind.

I will attempt to have Chapter 9 up this year...Wow.. I've been going at this story for almost a year and I'm still not done... :( Fail.

Well Anyways. REVIEW IT! Also I AM TAKING SUGGESTIONS...and don't worry...Angelina's having her baby soon.