Story Title: I Never Wanted To Be
Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Jackie)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is an AU fic. Hermione's father died when she was 3
years old, and since then, she's never trusted any other man with her
heart, until he came into her life. R/R
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Chapter 1
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
She turned around, seeming as if nothing had ever happened to her. She
couldn't stand the thought of loving after anything. Even now that she
was twenty years older than she had been when she had given up hope of
trusting another man with her heart. How could she tell him that she
didn't know who the father of her baby was, because of her job? He'd ask
about it, and she knew that she couldn't tell him a lie. Sure, she'd
gotten away with always saying things like, "I have an appointment,"
when she had to go out and meet someone, and he'd believe her, or she
could say that she had to go into work for a check-up when really her
boss, Aimee, needed to schedule her for someone...
"Earth to Hermione, can you hear me?" Harry asked again, waving a hand
in front of her face.
"Huh?" Hermione asked, snapping out of her little trance.
"Is something wrong? You don't seem like yourself," he said, and sat
down by her, hugging her close to him and kissing her forehead.
She knew the minute that he sat down that she would blab everything to
him... Everything right down to all of her thoughts that she'd thought
since she was seven years old...
"Oh, Harry!! It's just not fair!! I never wanted to get into being a
whore, but it just... It just happened!! When we were together,
together, you know, I always was playing with your heart. I just... I
couldn't get close to you like I had my father. I couldn't get close to
anyone at all. I am so afraid that something will happen, and I'll be
left to feel alone, and this space in my heart... It's already empty,
like yours is. But I'm not as strong as you. I'm nothing like that. Then
when we played truth or dare back in school, and we all had to do shit
with others... Neville told me what people said about me. How could a
little bookworm be so good at giving head? How could a smarty-pants be
such a greater kisser? Things like that, you know. It doesn't help much
when you already felt like when you wanted children, you never wanted
them to know who their father was so they wouldn't have to feel the pain
of finding him or anything... Then, I thought, why not? Why not play
with others hearts, get pleasure out of it myself if I just... Just made
myself thing differently, get paid, never let my kids find their own
fathers dead in the bathroom floor, and never having to suffer loving
another man all in the same thing? So, I did it, right before
graduation. I went off to this woman named Aimee Taylor. She runs
'Ladies 'N Sex'. And now, I just...."
"Whoa, what?" Harry looked really lost. "All I got out of that was
great kisser, good at giving head, Ladies 'N Sex, whore, kid, and you?"
Hermione nodded. "Harry, I'm pregnant. I just... It doesn't feel
right, not knowing that I have no clue who the father is at all..."
"Wait, in all that big long talk you just gave, you told me you were
a... a..."
Hermione nodded. "A whore. Let me guess, wanna hear the whole story?"
"Yeah, do fill me in," Harry said.
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(Author's Note)
This is just kinda the beginning to all of it... In a way, giving you
a guide line, and myself... All the rest of this is going to be in
Hermione's POV, except when the end comes, and then it probably won't be.
Tell me what you think of it!! R/R!! J
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Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Jackie)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is an AU fic. Hermione's father died when she was 3
years old, and since then, she's never trusted any other man with her
heart, until he came into her life. R/R
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Chapter 1
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
She turned around, seeming as if nothing had ever happened to her. She
couldn't stand the thought of loving after anything. Even now that she
was twenty years older than she had been when she had given up hope of
trusting another man with her heart. How could she tell him that she
didn't know who the father of her baby was, because of her job? He'd ask
about it, and she knew that she couldn't tell him a lie. Sure, she'd
gotten away with always saying things like, "I have an appointment,"
when she had to go out and meet someone, and he'd believe her, or she
could say that she had to go into work for a check-up when really her
boss, Aimee, needed to schedule her for someone...
"Earth to Hermione, can you hear me?" Harry asked again, waving a hand
in front of her face.
"Huh?" Hermione asked, snapping out of her little trance.
"Is something wrong? You don't seem like yourself," he said, and sat
down by her, hugging her close to him and kissing her forehead.
She knew the minute that he sat down that she would blab everything to
him... Everything right down to all of her thoughts that she'd thought
since she was seven years old...
"Oh, Harry!! It's just not fair!! I never wanted to get into being a
whore, but it just... It just happened!! When we were together,
together, you know, I always was playing with your heart. I just... I
couldn't get close to you like I had my father. I couldn't get close to
anyone at all. I am so afraid that something will happen, and I'll be
left to feel alone, and this space in my heart... It's already empty,
like yours is. But I'm not as strong as you. I'm nothing like that. Then
when we played truth or dare back in school, and we all had to do shit
with others... Neville told me what people said about me. How could a
little bookworm be so good at giving head? How could a smarty-pants be
such a greater kisser? Things like that, you know. It doesn't help much
when you already felt like when you wanted children, you never wanted
them to know who their father was so they wouldn't have to feel the pain
of finding him or anything... Then, I thought, why not? Why not play
with others hearts, get pleasure out of it myself if I just... Just made
myself thing differently, get paid, never let my kids find their own
fathers dead in the bathroom floor, and never having to suffer loving
another man all in the same thing? So, I did it, right before
graduation. I went off to this woman named Aimee Taylor. She runs
'Ladies 'N Sex'. And now, I just...."
"Whoa, what?" Harry looked really lost. "All I got out of that was
great kisser, good at giving head, Ladies 'N Sex, whore, kid, and you?"
Hermione nodded. "Harry, I'm pregnant. I just... It doesn't feel
right, not knowing that I have no clue who the father is at all..."
"Wait, in all that big long talk you just gave, you told me you were
a... a..."
Hermione nodded. "A whore. Let me guess, wanna hear the whole story?"
"Yeah, do fill me in," Harry said.
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(Author's Note)
This is just kinda the beginning to all of it... In a way, giving you
a guide line, and myself... All the rest of this is going to be in
Hermione's POV, except when the end comes, and then it probably won't be.
Tell me what you think of it!! R/R!! J
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