Chapter 1

It was 5 years after the war, and Hermione found herself in her appartment, alone like most nights. Well, not completely alone, she had Isaac. Isaac was Hermione's 4 year old son, after the war she had found out she was pregnant, but the only possible father to her child had died during the final hours of the Battle. Hermione had isolated herself from almost everyone in her life, except for Harry and the Weasley's. Her parents were somewhere in the world, living a child-free life as they couldn't remember their only daughter, and Hermione didn't have it in her to try and change their memories back because she wasn't advanced enough in memory charms. Hermione had found out that she was pregnant 2 months after the Battle, and she had gotten depressed. She locked herself in her appartment for a week, refusing to talk to anyone, she just sat on the couch and cried. The love of her life was dead, and she was carrying his child, she couldn't imagine going through life without him especially raising his child, alone.
After a week, Harry had come to her appartment and threatened her that if she wouldn't open the door, he would send Mrs. Weasley to her, and Hermione had caved in, not wanting to face the wrath of Molly Weasley just yet. Harry had asked her what was wrong, and why she hadn't talked to him, or anyone for the matter of fact, in a week. Hermione had told him everything, about how she lost the love of her life, and that she was now carrying his child. Harry had been just as shocked as Hermione, and all he could do was to hold her tightly in his arms until she fell asleep. He carried her to her bed, and let her sleep. He apparated to the Burrow and asked Ginny and Mrs. Weasley to please come with him, for he didn't know what to do about Hermione. He told them all that Hermione had told him, and the two women had been quick on their feet and apparated with him straight to Hermione's appartment. As soon as they got there Mrs. Weasley had started to make food, because Harry had told her that Hermione had most likely not been eating well for the past week she'd been locked in her appartment.
When Hermione woke up a few hours later, she walked into her living room, and found Ginny and Harry sitting there with Mrs. Weasley. Ginny stood up as soon as she heard her and had walked straight up to her and hugged her tightly, wishpering in her ear: "Oh, Hermione, I am so, so sorry!". As Ginny hugged her, Hermione let the tears flow. She had never, in her life, cried so much as she did then. Mrs. Weasley told her to sit down as she brought her some how stew.
Even though Hermione didn't have much of an appetie, she knew she had to eat something, she hadn't eaten a proper thing for a week. As she was eating, they trio watched her carefully with worried faces.

"Hermione, honey, have you decided what to do, you know.. about the baby?" Molly asked her, gently.

"Well," Hermione said, still chewing on the most delicious stew she had ever tasted, "I think I'm going to keep it. As much as it pains me that he's dead, I have to do this. For him, and for me."

"Alright darling, you do know that you can always floo me if there's something that you want, or need, don't you?" Molly asked her. She had a gentle smile on her face, and Hermione felt a vibe of motherly love.

"Yes, of course Mrs. Weasley. But right now, all I want to do is to see him again." Hermione told her with a smile on her face, but the smile never made it to her eyes, for they were filled with sadness. Hermione missed him so much, that it ached. She couldn't bare thinking of him, let alone talk about him.

"Oh sweetie, come here." Ginny said as she pulled her into a sisterly hug. She was the only one that knew about the man before now. She was the only one Hermione told when they had started their 'relationship' back at Hogwarts. She had been appalled at first, but then she had to admit that it didn't really surprise her. Hermione had made her swear not to tell anybody about their relationship, because neither of them could afford to lose the things they'd lose if people found out about them. This had been in Hermione's 6th year of Hogwarts, and that was the only time in her life she had felt whole. Hermione smiled at the thought of their first kiss, all the times he made her dinner and all the times they had laid on his bed and he'd read her stories from muggle books. When she had gone with Ron and Harry to hunt for Horcruxes, the only thing that kept her sane was him. She apparated to a cottage that her parents owned in Ireland, and met him once a week, every Friday at 1 AM, because that was the time the boys were fast asleep. They would talk, he would read to her and once in a while, on rare occasion, they'd have sex the whole night long. Hermione had lived for the times she met him, and she always dreaded to go back to the smelly old tent where it was cold and wet half the time.
Then, their last time together, they had met up at her old cottage and he had brought wine and some food. They had sad in front of the fireplace, and talked for hours. In the early hours in the morning Hermione had laid on top of him, kissing his neck and caressing his body. She moved her way up to his mouth, and finally locked her lips with his. The kiss deapened as he moved one of his hands to the nape of her neck, pushing her head down a little bit and letting his tongue slip into her hot mouth. As the kiss was getting more and more agressive, Hermione started to unbutton his shirt, leaving his chest naked. She removed her lips from his and stared into his eyes, as she removed her shirt and pants, leaving only her underwear on. He took control over the situation, grabbed her and pinned her down underneath him, kissing passionately on her neck. He moved his way to her breasts, removing her bra, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. Hermione let out a moan in delight, encouraging him to keep going. As he sucked on her nipple, he moved his hand lower until he found her hot, wet core. He rubbed it gently, teasing her and getting her more and more impatient. Hermione was moaning and moving her hips to the rythm of his fingers. Slowly but surely, he moved his fingers inside of her, thrusting them harder and harder inside of her. He was insanely hard, and when he could feel her climax building he whipped down is pants and thrust his erection deep inside of her. Hermione was taken aback by the sudden act, but she was nonetheless pleased with his action, as she longed for him to be inside of her. He began to move in slow, but hard thrust, kissing her neck along the way. Slowly he began to thrust harder, and faster and they could both find their climax building. Hermione buried her fingernails in his lower back, pushing him further inside of her is she came, hard, and as she came she clenched aroung his lenght making him step over the edge to, coming inside of her. As they lay there, panting, Hermione placed a kiss on his lips.

"That. Was. Amazing." Hermione said, breathing rapidly.

"Amazing is an understatement love," he replied as he kissed he neck, pulling himself off of her and standing up holding his hand out to her, "I'm going to take a shower, do you want to join me?" Hermione took his hand and walked with him to the bathroom.

It was hard for Hermione to believe that the last time she saw him was almost 5 years ago. She missed him everyday, and it pained her when Isaac asked about his daddy. She told him that his daddy had been the bravest man of them all, he had helped defeat the evil wizard that uncle Harry had brought down. She also told him that one day, when he was old enough, she would tell him all about his daddy and his adventures with mommy.
When Hermione was pregnant with Isaac, she had lived at the Burrow, on Molly's demand, so she could rest and eat properly. She and Ginny had gone out everyday for a walk down to the nearby village and then back to the Burrow. Harry and Ginny had, fortunately, started dating again after the war and were determined to go back together for their last year of Hogwarts. Harry didn't want to be a Auror anymore, but a professional Quidditch player, and Hermione couldn't say that she was surprised. Harry's love for Quiccitch was like Ron's love for food, it was unstoppable. When Isaac was born, on the 5th of February, there had been a huge snowstorm, the biggest one in a decade, and Hermione had given birth to him in her bedroom in the Burrow, because she couldn't apparate or floo to St. Mungo's, and she was afraid of flying and to be honest that would have ended terribly. Instead, two healers had come to the Burrow to help her, and after 10 hours of labour her beautiful baby boy was born. He was indeed beautiful, he had Hermione's nose and curls but he had his father's mouth, eyes and hair colour. Hermione had never seen such a beautiful baby, and from the moment she heard him cry for the first time, she loved him with every fiber of her being, he was the most important person in her life and he would be from now on. Always.

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A/N: Okay, so this is my first Snamione fanfiction ever, and also my first sex scene :s So, I hoped you enjoyed and I will try to update twice every week^^
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-Agnes