Hey there! My name is Paige and this is my first published STORY! (I have a Fremione one shot, go check it out!) I have a rough story line for this story, but this is only the first chapter. Please let me know if you would like to see more :)

Disclaimer: Everything except the plot belongs to the amazing JK Rowling.

Hermione sat at her desk, furiously writing a proposal for a new law that would allow house elves wages, holidays and the allowance of days off if they, or their family, were in poor health. She stopped for a moment to stretch her hand and realized she needed to go the toilet. Finally. She couldn't count how much tea she had drunk in the last hour. She had done magic tests, of course. But she wanted to test the muggle way as well. She pulled a small box from her bag and hid it in her cloak. She walked quickly to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she was frowning. She was definitely pregnant. This wasn't good at all. She couldn't have a child out of wedlock and she wasn't married yet. He'd always said he propose to her and when she came home to find the small box on his side of the bed one day, she knew it would happen any day now. But it still hadn't happened. She wanted to marry him so badly, and she knew he wanted the same, but they always said they wanted a long engagement. She would have to tell him about the baby, and they would be rushed to have the wedding so she was still thin on the day so no one would suspect she got pregnant before marriage.

Hermione left the bathroom and went back to her office, sitting down and taking a deep breath. She picked up her quill and went to compose a letter to Draco, saying they needed to talk and could he come to her office. It wasn't an ideal place to break the news of an heir, but it had to be done, and Hermione wasn't one to beat around the bush.

A knock on her office door sounded and she put down her quill, and looked up. "Come in" she called out, fixing her blazer. Her assistant walked in, holding an exquisite gold parchment letter.

"Mr Malfoy dropped this off for you, Miss Granger." She said, placing the letter gingerly on the desk. Hermione smiled at her and nodded.

"Thankyou, Miss Tildale. You are pardoned" She smiled as the young girl walked out. She picked up the letter and opened it. What did Draco want?

To the dear, the amazing and the lovely, one and only bookworm, Miss Hermione Jean Granger,

Your exceptionally wonderful boyfriend, Draco Lucius Malfoy, requests your presence at 7pm this evening in the place where you shared your first kiss with him. However, there is requirement you must fulfill before this meeting. After work, you are to head straight to Paolo's Magical Hair and Beauty Salon in Diagon Alley, where you will spend two hours having your hair, make-up and nails done. Then, by a limousine awaiting you out the front of the salon, you are to return back to your apartment that you share with Draco, where, on your bed, there will be two packages awaiting your arrival. You are to put both on. Then you are to leave the apartment, and the limousine will take you to the meeting spot. If this sequence of events carries out smoothly, then you shall arrive at exactly 7pm. If that is to happen, you will need to leave your office now. You have been pardoned the rest of the afternoon off. Enjoy yourself, Miss Granger.

Forever and always and the deepest of love,

Draco Malfoy.

Hermione's heart was thumping in her chest, and she reached down to mindlessly stroke her stomach. He'd only do this for one reason. He was going to propose tonight. Which was good, because then she could tell him about the baby. She read the letter again, then flew out of her chair in the most un-Hermione-like manner, grabbing her bag and running out of her office. She called out a goodbye to all her colleagues, leaving the Ministry. She walked briskly to the Salon and entered, where she was immediately rushed into a private room. Paolo stood over her, running his fingers through her hair, while two other women started fussing over her nails.

"Ah, Miss Granger. You are a lucky, lucky woman. Successful, acclaimed and the girlfriend of the dream man, Draco Malfoy" Paolo drawled, starting to fix her hair.

"Thankyou Paolo." Hermione responded, watching herself in the mirror. She decided to play innocent. "Do you know what Draco has planned?" She asked.

"Paolo knows, but he will not tell" He replied knowingly, with a wink. Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled at the man, sitting back and relaxing as she was fussed over. After her nails were done in a magnificent deep blue colour, the two women started on her face. Hermione never wore make up, so this was quite foreign to her. She had to hold herself back from laughing as the two women kept making comments about her flawless skin and her amazing facial shape. As if right on cue, they were all done. Hermione's hair was pulled up into an elegant ponytail, and it was straight for once, and she almost couldn't recognize herself. She looked… beautiful. She quickly thanked Paolo and the ladies, giving them hugs, before leaving the salon. As per the letter, the limo was there, sitting idly, waiting for her. The driver smiled at her, opening the door.

"In you get Miss Granger, we have a time schedule to keep up to" He commented, and Hermione slid into the leather seat. This was heavenly.

"Now, I must ask you to be in and out of the apartment quickly, as you may know the meeting place is quite a while away" The driver asked as they were off. Hermione nodded. Before too much time passed, they were outside Hermione's building. She left the car with a quick "I'll be right back!" And made her way inside. Normally she would take the stairs, but the elevator was quicker. She reached her floor, and mentally cursed her decision to live right down the end of the hall. When she reached her door, she unlocked and stepped inside. She almost called out to Draco, but realized that he of course would not be here. She made her way to the bedroom, but stopped when she heard voices from inside. Moaning voices. Filled with dread and confusion, she pushed the bedroom door open. In the bed in a compromising position was Draco and someone who she had never met before.

"What the!" She cried out, stepping into the room. Draco looked up at her, a smirk marring his beautiful features.

"Oh" He said nonchalantly. He pulled himself from the arms of the girl, who had the grace to look ashamed and stepped towards Hermione. "Welcome home, mudblood"

"Draco… what? I don't understand… your letter"

"Oh yes, quite convincing wasn't it? I bet you thought I was going to propose, hey? Well let me tell you, I would never propose to the likes of you. You're just a dirty mudblood slut. Not good enough for a Malfoy. Why would I marry you? You're filthy. You would never soil the pure Malfoy line with your dirty blood. I never loved you. I was using you, for fame. Restore respect to the family name. Get into the pants of one of the Gryffindor Princess, the golden girl, and everything would be forgiven." He spat at her, backing her up against the wall. Hermione's eyes narrowed, but her palms sweated. What was going on? Draco had never done anything like this before. But maybe this was how he felt, this was his ambition. A pitiful way to hurt one third of the Golden Trio, whom he hated so much. A way to make his family seem good, by dating the "brightest witch of her age". In that moment, two years of pure and unadulterated happiness left Hermione and she was left cold. Her bored straight into Draco's grey ones.

"Oh, but I already have. I'm pregnant. I've already soiled your precious Malfoy line!" Hermione shot back, her eyes firing up. Draco laughed.

"Oh really? Not for long, bitch." His wand flew straight into his head and he shoved it against her stomach. Hermione's eyes widened.

"No!" She cried, but with muttered words, an icy cold feeling spread through her and it felt as if her stomach had dropped completely. She was no longer pregnant, and it happened in a matter of seconds. She managed to pull her wand free of her bag and acting quickly, she shot a spell at Draco and he collapsed and she ran from the room. She fled the apartment, not looking back.

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Days grew to weeks, weeks grew to months and eventually months grew to years.

It had been three years since Hermione left Draco unconscious in the bedroom of their penthouse apartment in muggle London.

After two months, he stopped sending letters. After a year he was spotted with other women, after two years he was eventually married.

Hermione eventually got together with Ron, and that was the definite end to the whirlwind romance of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.

Hermione threw herself into her work, she was working fourteen hours a day, leaving her almost no time for her boyfriend and certainly no time to think about Draco.

He became a taboo in the Potter/Weasley households, after he was mentioned in passing by Ginny and Hermione locked herself in her room for ten hours.

But Hermione got better. Her heart and her mind began to heal, and with the promotion to junior assistant to the Minster of Magic she returned to the Hermione that everyone knew and loved.

Ron proposed the night she received the promotion. Hermione accepted and the next few months were filled with wedding plans. Hermione was ecstatic. Until one day, a newspaper article brought the Wizarding world to its knees. An article that Hermione, it seems, would be the last to know about.

It started off as any other day. She woke up, got ready in her usual clothes for work, a high waisted sensible length pencil skirt, a silk blouse (today's colour is a deep green), skin-coloured stockings and sensible heels, her favourite dark blue cloak over the top. A hot cup of coffee and a croissant lay waiting for her on the kitchen bench beside Ron, like every morning, and like every morning he was wolfing down bacon and eggs and reading the newspaper. Hermione entered the kitchen, kissing Ron on the forehead.

"Good morning, Ron. Anything interesting in the paper this morning?" She asked him, sliding in to the chair beside him to tuck into her breakfast. Ron hastily made to shut the paper up and tuck it away out of sight.

"No, dear. Nothing of interest. A new death eater capture, but that is just about it. The usual stuff" He replied, throwing an arm around her chair, giving her a half-hearted hug.

"Shame. Today just seems like one of those days where the Prophet goes 'hey we haven't had anything big in a while, lets publish something scandalous enough to rock the world, like a murder or rumours of a new Dark Lord'. Remember when they did that?" Hermione coughed a laugh out and Ron smiled at her uneasily.

"Maybe that'll be tomorrow. Or the next day. I don't know. But what I do know is that there was nothing of interest" Hermione quirked an eyebrow at him, but shrugged it off. She finished her breakfast and stood up.

"I've got to go, dear. Big day ahead of me, the Minister needs me present for all of his appointments today, to record them all down. The first one starts in twenty minutes. I'll see you tonight" Ron stood up and enveloped her in his arms tightly, kissing her on the forehead.

"I love you, no matter what happens, Mione. Okay?" He said sincerely, his eyes connected with hers. Hermione looked at him strangely.

"I know. I love you too" She shook off his weird proclamation of love. Normally it was "love you, babe". She smiled at him, pulling away from his arms as she disapparated. Ron looked at the spot where his fiancée stood, and frowned. This was not good. How long could the article be hidden from her?

Hermione arrived at work in a good mood. She strode confidently along the halls, calling out a good morning to everyone cheerfully. She didn't notice the wary looks she was receiving, or the people who avoided her eye. She walked into her office with ten minutes to spare until the meeting between the Minister and some other important person who she couldn't remember the name of. She began to sort through some paperwork that she hadn't got to yesterday, when the senior assistant the Minister walked in.

"Hermione?" He asked warily. He was a kind old man, he had known Kingsley since childhood.

"Yes, Robert?" She replied.

"Mr Shacklebolt would like to have a quick word to you before his meeting" He said. Hermione nodded and left her office, making her way into the Minister's.

"Hermione" Kingsley's voice almost boomed. Hermione liked his voice, there was something oddly calming about it. Like, when he was around, everything was going to be okay.

"Good morning, sir" She smiled at him. He frowned slightly.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

"Yes, of course I would be. I'm great actually! The suns out, the day is early and I'm getting married in a month!" She replied gleefully. Kingsley frowned.

"You don't know, do you?"

"Know what, sir? What has happened?" She bit her lip. "What's going on?"

Kingsley moved around the table, picking up the paper.

"Is that today's paper?" She asked, and he nodded. "Ron said there wasn't anything of import in it, this morning. He would have said something if something bad had happened…" Kingsley handed her the paper.

"You should read this, Hermione…" He said gravely, and Hermione took the paper from him, her eyes immediately finding what he was talking about.

THE TRUTH BEHIND THE MALFOY-GRANGER SEPERATION- DRACO SPEAKS OUT!

This is Rita Skeeter, with something that will shake the entire foundations of the world as we know it. Last night, a dirty, crazed and bald headed Draco Malfoy turned up at the headquarters of the Daily Prophet, demanding to be interviewed. Intrigued, I sacrificed an early night for what I know now is one of the most scandalous things I'll ever write about.

We talked for six hours. He took a bottle of veritserum in front of me, so I was sure he was telling the truth. It was; and here it is:

Draco: Everything everyone knows about the separation is a lie. Even Hermione doesn't know the truth.

This shocked me- how could someone not know the truth about their own break up?

Draco: Only I know the truth, and my parents.

Me: What do your parents have to do with it?

Draco: The day of the breakup, I was planning to take Hermione out on a romantic picnic in a meadow where we had our first kiss. I wanted to propose. I treated her to an afternoon of pampering and everything, I knew it would be perfect. I asked my mother to help make food for the picnic. All of Hermione's favourites. I thought the conversation was private, but it turns out my Father heard it all. He flew into a great rage, and locked both my mother and I in the dungeons at the Manor. He ripped a great chunk of hair from my head. Then he disappeared for hours. I was filled with dread- what was he going to do to my Hermione? I tried sending a patronus to warn her but the dungeon had a charm on it that removed all magic powers from the prisoner. When he came back, he had a disgusting grin on his face. He downed a bottle of veritaserum, so we knew he wasn't lying, then relayed the events back to us. Under polyjuice potion, he picked a random witch off the street and took her back to the apartment Hermione and I shared, at the precise time Hermione would be coming home. She walked in to find them in our bed, in the middle of sex. Before she could react, my father had her pinned against the wall. He hurtled insult after insult at her; she was a mudblood, a slut, she would never soil the Malfoy line, I would never truly love her, I was using her for fame. But my strong Hermione, she fought back. She said she'd already "soiled the Malfoy line". She was pregnant.

At this point, Draco started crying. I was speechless. Hermione was pregnant? Lucius Malfoy acting as his son? It was scandalous, an outrage!

Me: Draco, I really don't know what to say… Poor Hermione, poor you!

Draco: He then performed some kind of dark spell on her. She lost the baby, but the spell would also render her infertile. She doesn't know that though. She will never have children again. She always wanted them, too. Hermione managed to escape after that. My father came home, but he decided his fun wasn't over. He sent her horrible, disgusting letters; penned with my name. Some were even howlers. Then he eventually stepped out in public, as me. He had affair after affair after affair. He would relay back to us each and every detail. It sickened me. Then, as if to prove a point, he married a Greengrass. Astoria, I think.

Me: Ah yes, perhaps the most outrageous thing to hit the media. It was everywhere. We tried to get an interview from Hermione about it but she refused. But the next thing we know, she and Ron Weasley were engaged. Retaliation, I suppose.

Draco: Weasley will make her happy.

Me: So how did you escape the dungeon?

Draco: I'm not quite sure. It happened in a few seconds. He was bringing us bread, for lunch, and somehow I stole his wand. I think I paralysed him. I got out, and the first thing I thought to do was to go straight to Hermione, but I knew she probably wouldn't listen. So I came here, and I'm so glad I did. Everyone needed to know the truth, she needed to know the truth. Hermione was my love, my life, my everything. I loved her so much, I still do. I know she's engaged, I won't intrude on that. She deserves to be happy, but she also deserved to know the truth.

Me: What will you do now you've escaped your father's horrible tyranny over you and your mother?

Draco: It's simple. I will send him to Azkaban. But then I'll probably go away. I don't know where.

Me: Thankyou so much for coming here. It's so brave of you. Any last things to say? A message to Hermione?

Draco: I've said all I needed her to know. But I do have a message for Ron Weasley; look after my Hermione, please. Love her I do. Treat her every day, take her to exotic islands. Adopt children with her. Marry her. Grow old with her. Never let her out of your arms. I've transferred three quarters of the Malfoy fortune to the Weasleys, Merlin knows they deserve it.

That was the last thing he said before apparating away. And there you have it, folks! The 100% truth behind the scandal that tore the two most famous lovers in the Wizarding world apart. Will this change anything? Will Hermione and Ron stay engaged? Will Hermione and Draco reconcile? We will try hard to find out all this and more. Stay reading for the next few weeks and I promise to deliver all the answers. This is Rita Skeeter, bringing to you the juiciest news ever!

Hermione read in silence, her hands steadily growing shakier. The paper fell from her hands and she stared at the floor.

"Hermione?" Kingsley touched her shoulder, and she burst into tears, folding over on herself. Kingsley ran his hand over her back.

"Hermione… you should go home… you shouldn't be here today. Go home and get some rest. And talk to Ron. He should have told you"

"But what about your meetings? You need me here. Honestly, a drink of water and I'll be fine. It's just a small hiccup in the plans" Hermione stood and wiped her face, breathing deeply. Kingsley shook his head.

"I admire your perseverance, but you need to go home" Kingsley put his hand on Hermione's back and led her out of the room. She followed reluctantly. Foregoing facing her colleagues, Hermione apparated straight from her office into her living room. Upon the sound of the usual crack, Ron, who had not yet left, looked up with a startled look. Hermione looked back at him, before her eyes clouded over.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" She cried, marching up to him, her wand pointed at his face. Ron's eyes widened and he stood up.

"Hermione! You're home early… what's happened?" He asked, wringing his hands together.

"What happened? WHAT HAPPENED? What happened, Ronald, is that you failed to tell me that Draco had gone to the Prophet about that night! And told the truth! You failed to tell me that the worst thing that had ever happened to me was all a ruse and the love of my goddamn life was framed by his own father and for three years I had been thinking that I'd been cheated and used! You failed to tell me that I am infertile! How could you? How could you not tell me? I would've found out eventually and I would have rather have heard it from you! Not my boss!" Hermione paced back and forth as she talked and Ron stared at her.

"Hermione… I'm sorry. But you were in such a good mood and I had planned to tell you but you just looked so happy and… wait… did you say love of your life? Malfoy was the love of your life?" Ron sat on the couch, rubbing his face. Hermione didn't reply, her mind ticking. Even after everything, she never stopped loving Malfoy. She knew in the deepest of her heart that she never stopped loving him and he still loved her.

"I love you Ron. I do. But I'm not… I'm not in love with you, I guess is what I'm trying to say. Draco was everything to me, the light of my life. But this news article doesn't change anything. It was still his face that did that, and I couldn't look at it without those awful memories resurfacing. But Ron, you deserve something better than a broken girl. Besides, all these years, it's been so good of you to stick buy me and support me, but you've always loved Lavender. I know that, I see it at all the parties" Hermione walked towards him, sitting beside him. Ron looked down, somewhat ashamed.

"I just wanted to make you happy."

"You did. But now you need to make yourself happy." Hermione smiled softly, kissing his cheek, before standing up. "I might go live with my parents for a little while, until things cool over. I miss them" Hermione summoned a bag and packed her things magically, being too tired to do things normally. Before she left, she walked over to Ron, enveloping him a quiet hug. She gently kissed him, before disapparating.