Fremione One-shots

Surprise?

Living as a celebrity can be extremely tiring. Everywhere I go, people stare at me, want something from me, but they don't want to get to know me. It's been three years after the war and I still feel like I'm fighting on a daily basis. No, I'm not battling an evil Lord who wants to kill me, but I'm fighting against the society.

I never was the type of girl that wanted to be the center of attention. I never was the type of girl that's good with big crowds and loads of noise. No. I'd rather read a book in a coffeeshop or hang out with my friends at The Three Broomsticks.

Small gatherings like that aren't an option for us anymore. Well, being with each other isn't an option anymore.

Harry and Ginny got married right after the war and stayed in England for about a year before fleeing to France. Harry couldn't step out of his house without being mobbed by the press and screaming woman. Ginny even got death threats. They just couldn't take it anymore and packed their bags and left.

That left me and Ron. We were together for about two months. We tried to love each other, but too much had happened and after Percy's death, he just changed. He wasn't the same anymore. He was just depressed, even if he didn't want to admit it.

I couldn't look after a depressed Ron and stay sane myself, so I left him. Believe me, I feel terrible about it, but I couldn't handle it anymore. It was too much for me.

I'd bought my own apartment and opened my own bookshop in Diagon Alley. When people heard that the Hermione Granger had her own shop, they kept coming, wanting a picture with me, but never buying something. They wanted the heroine, not the person behind it.

My love life was a disaster. Every guy that I went out with in the first year after the war did it for the fame. I always had the feeling that they didn't like me for me and that lead to anxiety attacks and a lot of insecurities.

But last year everything changed. I started seeing someone that I'd known my entire life. We were always good friends, but weren't super super close. We started to hang out after the war, but in that time I was still dating Ron and those stupid dates and he had a long-term girlfriend.

We just hung out as friends. He helped me with my breakup with Ron and the wave of dates I had with people who wanted to use me for fame. Meanwhile I helped him to get over his girlfriend who cheated on him. He was devastating. They were together for as long as I can remember. The it-couple at Hogwarts. The couple everyone belonged to be. I still cannot believe that she cheated on him. Well, I'm happy that she did, otherwise we'd never be together, but still.

One day, while we were having dinner at his place, like every other Wednesday, he asked me out, on a proper date. At first I didn't believe him, who would. He was one of the most eligible bachelors in England and he chose me.

We've been going out ever since. Small dates, secret meetings, travelling across the world. We did everything to stay hidden from the public eye, because it was our life, not everyone else's. And it worked. We've been under the radar for two years until last week.

Flashback

"love, you here?" I heard my boyfriend calling while he entered my apartment. "In the bathroom, just give me a couple of minutes!" I shouted back at him.

I was in the bathroom waiting for the result of my pregnancy test. I was two weeks late and I just wanted to be sure.

After I waited two more minutes, I picked up the test and froze. It was positive.

I heard knocking on the door, "Mia, what are you still doing in there? We have a reservation at your favorite muggle restaurant."

I unlocked the door, walked out of the bathroom, took his hand in mine and made my way over to the sitting room.

My hands were fidgeting and my throat was dry, I couldn't say a word, afraid that he would hate me. "Love, are you okay? You don't look so good. Is there something wrong?" he asked me, fear in his eyes. He started to rub circles on the back of my hand, which calmed me down instantly.

I looked into his eyes and decided to just come out and say it. Rip the bandaid off as quickly as possible. I breathed in and out and just went for it. "Honey, I'm pregnant."

Silence

He just stared at me, shocked, happy, confused. I could read all the different emotions in his eyes. "I'm going to be a dad?" he whispered. "I'm starting my own family?" He jumped off the couch and embraced me tightly. "Oh Mia, we're going to be a real family." He exclaimed happily.

"Uhm honey," He'd put me down, "Yes love" I cleared my throat awkwardly, "We have to tell your family. They don't even know that we're dating. How are they going to feel when we announce that we're having a child." That changed his face immediately.

We talked about names and who would be the godfather when an idea popped into my head. I told him what I planned and he obviously agreed. Any chance he got to do something dramatic he would take and this will be the news of the century. Okay, maybe not the century, but the most exciting thing that happened after Harry left England.

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The plan was finally set in motion. I owled everyone last night with the invitation of a lifetime.

You are hereby invited to a special event taking place in about 9 months. We're starting our own family and making our own memories.

The future parents

Hermione Granger & Fred Weasley

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AN

I don't know how I feel about this one, cause I'm lacking a bit of inspiration. I'll still try and update every weekend. If you have any suggestions or one-shot ideas you would like to see, message me or comment and I will try and do my best to write the story you want to read.

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