Violet

I want to say that I completed this story before posting the chapters, like I always do with my stories, but a friend challenged me to write a chapter, edit, and post because I constantly change the storyline. She became curious with what I would come up with if I had not changed the storyline so many times and now, under her ever watchful eye :p I'm writing and posting as I spin this tale…I just ask that you all please forgive me if I take forever to post a new chapter…blame my friend Nerissa lol…

Disclaimer:

I can only wish I owned our dear Goblin King, but I don't (T_T) I don't even own the characters from Harry Potter or their world...

Please pardon any cursing written into this chapter

Three eighteen pm. That time would stay stuck in her head forever.

Three fourteen pm: She piled her papers together according to priority. "...needs polishing off to be turned in next week, need to include the Freu decree as an example and turn in two weeks..." she said aloud while organising the parchments and files.

Three fifteen pm: she carefully tucked said parchments into her carry case, locked and warded her office, and at three sixteen pm she exited the lift and a minute later made it to the nearest apparition point in the Ministry Atrium.

Then there was that horrible time again. Three eighteen pm. At three eighteen pm, she walked into the sitting room to find her fiancé with his wand in another woman's cauldron. Or in muggle terms:

Her fiancé, Ronald Bilius Weasley, was fucking his ex-girlfriend from Hogwarts, Lavender Brown, on her settee.

Her settee! A piece of furniture she adored because it had belonged to her Grandmother, her father's mother. It was a timeless piece, in her opinion, and those two bastards were defiling it!

"What the hell do you think you are doing!" She yelled, standing in the open entryway with her flat keys dangling from one hand and her other gripping her carry case with white knuckles.

"Hermione!" The cheating bastard leapt off the bitch with a face as red as his hair. "What are you doing home early?" He asked. Hermione glared.

"I catch you cheating on me, screwing the brains out of your ex-girlfriend, and all you say is, 'What are you doing home early?'!" Hermione yelled.

"Actually I'm his fiancée," Lavender smirked, holding out her left hand to show off her extremely large diamond engagement ring, which made Hermione's diamond look like a grain of sand next to it.

"WHAT?!" Hermione shouted. Lavender flinched and rubbed her ears.

"Really Won Won, all this stress isn't good for the baby," she pouted. Hermione's face turned redder than the trademark Weasley hair colour. "You should stop taking your time and slip it to her in her morning pumpkin juice already," she whispered. Ron sucked in a breath. Hermione paled, then turned even more angry.

"Slip what into my morning pumpkin juice Ronald Weasley?" She asked quietly, dangerously. He recognised the tone she used and shook his head furiously refusing to answer.

"Honestly," Lavender muttered under her breath. "Well if you can't even slip her a poison she'll have to be a guest at our wedding. Wear something blue so you can match the other guests," she ordered Hermione.

"What is going on here?" Hermione turned at the sound of her best friend's voice with a red face and furious waves of magic rolling off her. Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley looked at her worriedly before taking in the details they missed upon first entering the scene.

"Ronald Weasley!" Ginny hissed at her bare-skinned brother, ignoring his lack of clothes, and strode over to the settee to grab the throw and threw it at him to cover his immodesty.

"What's going on here?" Harry turned red from embarrassment in catching two people in their birthday suits and from anger at the two people, one being his best friend and his best friend's fiancé and the other the fiancé's ex.

"They're pregnant," Hermione answered flatly. "And they've even invited me to their wedding! Lavender wants me to match the other guests so I have to wear blue!" She yelled, her voice rising with each spoken. Ginny sucked in a breath and Harry growled.

"WHAT?!" Harry and Ginny shouted simultaneously. Ginny threw herself at Lavender, punching every part of her face and shoulders she could reach or scratch and Harry launched himself at Ron, fists at the ready and already making contact with any part of his now former best friend he could reach.

"What is going on here?" Molly Weasley asked, carrying a pot of soup into the open doorway of the flat. "Oh," she said. "So you've finally told her."

"WHAT?!" Three voices hissed or shouted.

"Well honestly," Molly murmured. "If the prude wouldn't give my Ronnekins what he needed he was going to get it somewhere else!" Two gasps filled in the ensuing silence.

"I have never been more ashamed than I am right now to call you my mother," Ginny breathed, not even meeting Molly's eyes.

"Why you insolen-"

"Prude?" Hermione interrupted. "Did it ever occur to you, in that small excuse for your brain," she bit out, "that perhaps I was not ready to give myself up yet?" She screamed at the older witch.

"You're just a silly prude!" Molly scoffed.

"I promise you Molly Weasley," Hermione hissed. "Any other man, besides that poor excuse of a son you raised, who asks me out...I will have sex with him just to spite you!" With that she apparated.

O.o

He watched as the curly-haired woman at the bar downed her fifth drink as she muttered obscenities to no one in particular. She had come into his establishment in a furious mood earlier and he wanted to give her time to cool off before approaching her. Customers partaking in the pub's services avoided this particular patron as she steadily became more pissed with each shot she threw back. The pub owner sighed at his former classmate.

"Don't you think you've had enough 'Mione?" Colin Creevy asked. After Hogwarts he decided he wanted to open a pub with his younger brother, in a small muggle town, that served both muggles and wizards.

"No Col," Hermione Granger answered. "I won't have enough until I forget." Colin took in a deep breath to calm his already fraying nerves.

"What has he done this time?" He asked as Hermione downed yet another shot of firewhiskey. Hermione laughed out loud at the question.

"What has he not done?" She retorted. Colin gave her an inquiring look. Hermione sighed, "I got home early from work today. Can you guess the rest?" Her eyebrow rose in challenge. The hurricane glass Colin was cleaning broke in his hand.

"He didn't!" He hissed, turning red in anger.

"Oh it gets better," Hermione laughed. Colin did not notice his hand bleeding while he waited for Hermione to continue. "The bastard impregnated the bitch, all while we were together." Colin slammed his bleeding fist into the wood of his bar.

"That bastard!" He shouted collecting the attention of all the muggles in his pub.

"Oh it gets better," Hermione slightly slurred. "They even planned their wedding while he's been engaged to me!" She clapped sarcastically. "And I'm invited!"

"I'll kill 'em!" Colin shouted. Hermione grabbed his hand and healed him with wandless magic.

"You'll have to get behind Ginny," she muttered. "She beat up Lavvy the muggle way," Hermione laughed. "It was amazing! You should have seen Harry knock Ron out!"

"Why are you not with them Mione?" Colin asked carefully.

"Didn't want to hear Molly telling me what a failure I am," Hermione downed her eighth shot. "Just because I didn't want to give it up to her precious Ronnie," she spat. "I wasn't ready!" She yelled. Colin blushed. Hermione gave him a big smile. "I promised Molly I'd give it up to the first person who asked me out...and here I am," she whispered dramatically.

Colin blushed harder, "I think you've definitely had enough Mione. I'm cutting you off." Hermione pouted. "I'll escort you home," Colin grabbed Hermione's coat and helped her into it.

"You need your coat too Col," Hermione admonished him. "I don't want you getting sick, you have a business to run." Colin sighed in frustration.

"Wait here and do not talk to anyone," he ordered as he ran to grab his coat from his office. Hermione smiled and shook her head as she watched him disappear through the door that was invisible to the muggle customers that led to the other side of the pub where wizards were served. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder and skull as she realised she either stumbled into the doorframe or that stranger pushed her.

"Pardon me," the blond stranger said as he helped her straighten herself up. "I'm sorry, are you hurt? I didn't think anyone would be standing in the entryway," he explained as he kept a hold of her arms, helping her keep her balance.

"Colin," Hermione managed to whisper as her world spun and she became dizzier with the pain in her skull and shoulder.

"No," the man gave her a smile. "I am Jarred."

"C-Colin," Hermione whispered again as she tried hard not to vomit her firewhiskey all over Jarred.

"Again," Jarred frowned, "I am not Colin. Are you fine?" He asked again. Hermione shook her head slowly so as not to loose her precious balance.

"C-call Colin," she breathed out before her world turned black. Jarred caught her before she hit the floor and carried her out of the pub. Their surroundings swirled away as they walked down the deserted street and they disappeared altogether.

O.o.O.o

He dreamed of those green eyes again. The ones that belonged to her. "Sarah," he could say her name out loud now without his chest becoming heavier or his heart trying to make its way up his throat. Sarah Williams. Toby.

He laughed. 'Give the girl what she wants, be who she wants, and you still don't get the girl.' He thought satirically. He stared into his crystal, watching the woman brushing her hair in a mirror. She would run the brush one hundred and fifty times through her black mane, thus making her hair look extra soft, silky. He was sure if he ran his bare fingers through it would be just as soft and silky as it looked.

She suddenly stopped on the sixty-eighth stroke of the brush, looking straight into the mirror...almost as if she knew he was looking straight at her. A smile grew on her face, one unconsciously grew on his as he watched. Another face appeared...her son's small four year old face appeared next to hers. His smiled faltered.

"Can I brush?" He asked in his small childish voice.

"You can brush mommy's hair later," Sarah answered with a smile for her son. "We have to go meet daddy at the restaurant in a few minutes." She picked him up and he noticed her small stomach that was beginning to grow.

The crystal ball shattered against the stone walls of his throne room.

"Grumbly!" He shouted. A goblin came scurrying up to him. "I am going to the aboveground for a little while. Make sure the other goblins do not make a mess of the castle. It was just cleaned." He faded before the goblin could answer, his surroundings swirling away, and he appeared on a street.

He grumbled at the cold weather and tossed a crystal on the ground, producing more appropriate clothes for venturing out into this realm. He strode down the abandoned street, not paying attention to his surroundings or where he was walking. 'Ah, a pub. Just what I need,' he thought, striding toward the establishment.

The unexpected happened. His foot slipped on a patch of ice as he opened the door. 'So ungraceful!' He hissed at himself as he straightened himself and noticed he had slid into a woman.

"Pardon me," he helped the young woman off the floor. He discreetly produced a crystal to clean her clothes of the germs and other gross unmentionables that ended up on a pub floor during the day. "I'm sorry, are you hurt? I didn't think anyone would be standing in the entryway," he said after a small moan escaped her lips. He frowned, already knowing she was hurt and it was his fault.

He was not the monster Sarah wanted him to be when she asked him to take her brother away. He was only being the person she wanted him to be...what she expected of him. He was a gentleman, raised to be one from birth. He looked down at the small woman, her head barely reached his shoulders, and internally sighed. She was hurt and, being the gentleman he was, he picked her up and decided to take her home, to the underground. He could erase her memories after she healed, with his help of course.

He was back in his throne room when he noticed she passed out. 'She's a lovely creature,' he thought while examining her features while she slept away on his bed. He sat in his favourite lounge chair, watching her while waiting for her to awaken.

Please forgive me when updates on this story take forever...I promise not to abandon it...there is nothing I dislike more than an unfinished story...and I already have seven chapters of this story written out...

Again, feel free to blame my friend Nerissa for challenging me to write and post before actually finishing the story and then posting the chapters...as I usually do with my stories...