December, be kind [eng]

Titel: December, be kind
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Fanfiction
Färdigskriven: Nej
Rating: PG-13

Beskrivning: December, be kind, because my love is blind.
A couple of years has passed since the War, and one day in a small park in the middle of London, two Draco and Hermione meet again for the first time in quite a long time.

But why is this encounter both painful and awkward, for both of them?
And why can't Draco stand looking at Harry's and Ginny's adorable son James?

An it-could-have-been-love story.

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Min engelska är inte prefekt! Men jag gillar verkligen att skriva på engelska och detta dokumentet hittade jag när jag letade efter ett annat dokument på datorn, och jag har inte planerat att göra den här ficen så lång utan det blir mitt lilla december-projekt. Förhoppningsvis.
Låter det intressant? ^^

Låter väldigt spännande!

Tack men då kör jag väl på då med första kapitlet!
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"... He usually does behave, really. Teddy, on the contrary..."
"Hey, what did I do?" shouted the playful, blue haired boy from outside the door.
"Come on now, Ted. Say goodbye to miss 'Mione and Jamie." It was Harrys calm voice, but he sounded a little tired.
"Goodbye miss 'Mione and Jamie, see you soon! Harry, canI sit in the front seat, pretty please?"
Ginny sighed and shook her head.
"That man is too compliant. Teddy is going to be awfully spoiled if Harry doesn't stop giving him everything he asks for. But nevermind, here you are."

Hermione carefully took the (for once) fully content and happy baby from Ginny's arms, and smiled down at him. James Potter was adorable - she had actually been looking forward very much to get to babysit him. As an only child she'd often wished for a little sister or brother, a baby sibling to take care of and play with, and she'd always known that when she was an adult, she was going to have at least four or five children of her own.
She guessed she was an adhult now... but it took money to raise a kid, money Hermione didn't have. And to get money, she needed a proper job. Which she also didn't have.

She had had a p roperjob, a perfectly good job, until recently - working at the Ministry hadn't been as bad as she’d once thought - but in bad times like these, many wizards and witches lost their jobs and even if the ministry really hadn’t wanted to fire her, she'd talked them into doing it.
For if she had not, someone else at her department would have had to quit in her place. And she didn't want to be treated differently just because she fell under the category "War Hero".
She didn't feel like a hero. She didn't feel like a celebrity. And she sure as hell didn't want to be treated like one.

So, when her boss came to her office to tell her that they were going to fire ten of the workers at her department, she sighed and smiled and told him it was okay.
And he had hastily assured her that she was not going to be one of the affected - she was Hermione Granger, and they absolutely did not want her to quit.
Hermione smirked down at the small boy in her arms, who started making cute baby sounds.
"You can't blame Harry for that", she said absentmindedly. "He sees himself in Teddy, you know. An orphan with no family left."

But Ginny wasn't really listening, instead she was searching through her handbag for something, and Hermione's thoughts had wandered back to the ministry.
Miranda Riley, a very ambitious Ravenclaw, had been the one to replace Hermione on the list of people who were going to stay. It was a good decision to let Miranda take her place; she was certain of it, because the silent, gifted witch had really valued her job while Hermione only had found it okay, almost boring at times.

Now, she did interviews for a living, wrote them for and sold them to the Daily Prophet. It was mostly small interviews, and the paying was barely enough for covering her monthly spending. But she survived, at least for now. It wasn’t as though she planned on staying like this for the rest of her life, it was just a phase.
A poor phase that eventually would pass. Hopefully.

"Thank you for doing this", Ginny said as she finally found what she’d been looking for (her wand), and bent to kiss her son's forehead and her old friend's cheek. "It's so sweet of you, Harry and I'll make it up to you."
"Don't worry about it", Hermione dismissed kindly and cradled little James as she followed the red haired witch to the door, "Have a good time at the match and don’t forget to cheer on Ron from me."
Ginny smiled broadly and nodded. "I will. I'll tell him you say hi, if we get a chance to talk to him afterwards. See you later, both of you! Bye Jamie! Bye Hermione!"
Hermione took James' little hand and waved. "Say bye to mommy, Jamie", she cooed, but James just sneezed.
It was the most adorable sound she'd ever heard. Hermione felt her heart swell and she fell in love with the black haired boy all over again. She could do nothing but beam at him. "You're a sweetheart, aren't you? What do you say about a little walk in the nice weather? You like the baby stroller, don't you?"
She continued to converse with James, while taking him outside and tucking him in the stroller. After making sure that he was as protected as possible from the icy December winds, she put on her coat, cloak, hat, gloves and scarf.
"Okay, baby boy. Let's go."
And off they went.

Great! Om du bara visste hur lycklig jag blev då jag såg att du hade kommit ut med en till fanfic
*bevakar*

Åh, tack så mycket eh... fortsättningen kommer när den är färdigskriven ^^

Riktigt bra *bevakar*

Får vi den som julklapp kanske?

Älskar alla dina fanfics! *bevakar so much*

Awesome! Helt underbart! Ida du är helt otrolig! En otroligt begåvad liten författare!
En hemlighet.. du har fått mig att börja shippa dramione..

superbra!
bevakar =)♥