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A/N: Hello!! ), this chapter has been edited, and reposted, so it's kind of different from the original chapter one that was posted here! It's not that much different though! Anyway's hope you all enjoy! Oh, I'm planning to edit all the other chapters too, at least up to chapter fifteen anyway! Love ya!

Chapter One: Birth Of Freedom and The Lion.

The sky rumbled ominously above Hermione Granger's head. She shivered and wrapped her winter cloak around herself, smothering herself in the feeble warmth it provided. She sighed solemnly and placed a protective hand on her protruding stomach. She was five months pregnant, and you could tell. She frowned as she recalled the fateful night in which had resulted in her current predicament. It was the last night that she would ever spend in her beloved place of learning, Hogwarts.

The seventh years had all been celebrating, in the form of a large Goodbye Ball, and she had gotten considerably drunk. Which may not seem like Hermione at all, but it being the final night, Hermione had decided to let her hair down, and had drunk as much liquor as anyone else. All she then remembered was being led out of the Great Hall hand in hand with an also amazingly drunk, Draco Malfoy. She did not really recall much about the night that she had lost her innocence.

She dimly remembered waking up in an unrecognizable room, decked out in lavish emerald and silver, with a horrible hangover, next to a passed out Malfoy. It didn't take long for Hogwarts resident genius to figure out what had happened.

She had fled the room, horrified without speaking to Malfoy. She had not seen him or heard from him since, of which she was immensely relieved. He did not know he was to be a father in little over four months. Hermione had decided that he did not need to know. He would only reject this baby for not being fully pure-blooded.

But, despite making her mind up over the decision not to tell Draco, Hermione still felt incredibly guilty. He was after all, this baby's father. Hermione knew that children needed a father, but she still could not bring herself to tell him. She did think she could face the rejection at the moment. She only hoped that Harry, Ron, her father and her young brother Lysander could all come together and play the oh so important role of father in her baby's life. She had utmost faith that they all would.

When she had told her parents, they had been terribly disappointed. But, they had decided to stick by Hermione, and unite as one strong, solid family. She was after all their daughter, and they loved her, faults and all. Everyone made mistakes. She had immensely grateful of this decision as she realised that she was going to be a single mother, and needed all the help she could grasp

Her younger brother Lysander, who was seven, nearing eight, was very excited at the thought of being Uncle Ly. He kept asking Hermione questions, about her pregnancy, such as "how does the baby eat in there?", and "how will the baby get out?", and the highly embarrassing one "how did the baby get in there, Mione?". In answer to the last question, Hermione had told her brother the popular story of the Stork. She often cursed her brother's adamant curiosity.

Harry and Ron however, had been truly shocked, and it taken them many days to get their head around the fact that she was pregnant, with their most loathed enemy's baby. In the end, they had agreed with Hermione's decision to keep the baby and not to abort it, (they had had to explain what an abortion was to Ron, who had been ultimately sickened by it), and had vowed to stick by her and help her raise this baby, as long as they could share joint godfather-ship. They had all laughed at this.

Ginny had stuck by her loyally as only a best girlfriend can, and instantly understood Hermione's decision to keep her baby. Hermione's pregnancy had only strengthened there already strong friendship, and the pair had spent many days cooing and aahing over tiny little baby clothes on their frequent shopping trips.

Hermione smiled softly as rain began falling from the dark clouds. She had always liked the rain. It was relaxing. She sat still for a few moments letting the gentle rain ease her troubles away, but then she stood up slowly (it was difficult to stand with the extra weight), and made her way back inside her parent's house. She did not want to risk getting the flu. It might hurt her baby.

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Four months later, an anguished scream pierced the silence in the small white, pristine birthing room at St Mungo's. She had been in labour for over four hours, and she was currently contemplating suicide as agonising pains ripped through her lower stomach.

Hermione tightened her grip on Harry's hand and panted, trying not to lose her temper with the midwife who was annoyingly telling her to concentrate on her breathing. Hermione found this was a little hard seeing as the pain she was experiencing was a little over unbearable.

"I'm going to bloody kill Malfoy!!" screamed Hermione, her brow glistening with sweat. "It's his entire bloody fault! Wait till I get my hands around his little ferret neck!" she shrieked, her face turning purple, her brown hair sticking to her forehead.

Harry's hand was turning an interesting shade of red, and he could not feel his fingers anymore. Frankly, he was getting rather scared for the life of his hand. Hermione screamed again, and amazingly managed to tighten her grip on poor Harry's hand. His fingers were no longer red. They had begun to turn white. Harry tried to unsuccessfully pry his hand from Hermione's hand. This only resulted in being glared at by a woman heavily in labour. Harry gulped. He knew never to mess with pregnant women. Hormones and all. They were really quite scary.

The midwife moved over to Hermione, and declared her ready to push. Hermione's face turned white from the strain of having to push hard on her abdomen. She pushed continually for well over five minutes. Sweat was dripping down her forehead in torrents.

"The baby's crowning!" called the excited midwife, who Hermione had been informed, was named Ellen. Mrs. Weasley rushed over to stand by the midwife's shoulders, to see this process of nature. Hermione was in too much pain too be concerned with this.

Hermione pushed and screamed, until her screams were mingled with another. "It's a boy!" Ellen the midwife told the room, holding a small, blood covered baby who was currently bawling his eyes out. At least they all knew he had healthy lungs.

Hermione sighed in relief and exhaustion, her eyes tearing up at the sight of her son being mollycoddled by the various healers in the room. But strangely Hermione still felt the urge to push, so she followed her natural instincts and she pushed. She pushed hard. The midwife gasped, audibly.

"Dear Merlin! Twins! You have twins, Miss. Granger." The midwife informed her, getting in position in order to deliver the second baby. Hermione felt the second baby slide out of her, heard the baby's screams, infused with the screams of her son.

"A girl!" squealed Ellen, passing the baby over to a waiting healer. Hermione was, to put it lightly, utterly shocked, undeniably dumbfounded. She had twins! She was not excepting that. How come it had never shown up on the ultrasound?!

Hermione however, did not have time to come to terms with this, as two squirming bundles were placed in her arms. One wrapped in a blue blanket, the other a pink, both wearing matching white hats. Identical aqua blue eyes stared up at their mother, unblinking. Poking out of the white hats, Hermione could see adorable tufts of baby blond hair. These two beautiful babies were hers, Hermione Granger's. Her eyes welled up with tears as a she looked at her babies, innocently staring up at her, trusting her. The love that swept through her body was unexplainable. She loved these two babies with her everything. They had her blood flowing through her veins, they were hers!

Ron shattered the silence. "So what are you gonna call the little tykes?". Hermione was silent for a few moments, simply thinking, before quietly saying, "Leo Granger, and Liberty Granger."

"Beautiful. It suits them" spoke Hermione's mother, Anne Granger. "Can I hold my grandchildren?" she asked joyfully, silent tears coursing down her face. Hermione complied by handing, Leo to his proud Gramps and Liberty to her beaming Nana.

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday Leo and Libby, Happy Birthday to YOU!!", sang the room full of people in a private parlour at The Leaky Cauldron. Leo and Libby grinned in unison, and blew out the candles on their number eight-birthday cake.

Leo then bounded out of his chair his platinum blond hair falling haphazardly into his deep aqua eyes. "Mum!" he shouted. "Presents now, Right? Time for presents?" he asked hopefully. Hermione laughed, her chocolate brown eyes shining over at her only son. "Sure Leo. Come on over here then. You too, Libby!".

They both ran over to her, identical expressions of joy gracing their features. They were almost identical. Both had platinum blond hair, except, Liberty's was a shade darker than her brothers, with a few highlights of brown gracing it. They both had astonishing blue eyes, aqua eyes, set in eyelids full of luscious dark eyelashes, the lower lid, was darker than the top, which gave the illusion that the twins were wearing lightly noticeable eyeliner.

Their skin tone was that of clear honey, the same as their mother, for which she was grateful, due to their father's pale vampire look. But they had inherited his perfectly proportioned straight nose, strong jawbone, and soft but noticeable cheekbones, basically all of his aristocratic features.

They had their mother's light, full pink lips, her long slender hands, and small ears. All in all, they were breathtakingly gorgeous children already, at the tender age of eight. But that was to be expected, with their mother who was beautiful in her own right, and a father who had grown up to be a devilishly handsome young man.

Twenty minutes later, the presents were all unwrapped and Leo and Libby were racing around the room on muggle Micro Scooters, their present from Harry and Ginny, who had been married two years ago, and were excepting a child, in three months time. Ginny came over to Hermione and told her they were all out of fizzy drinks. Hermione offered to go and fetch some, from Diagon Alley, who had recently introduced the popular muggle drink, Coca Cola, to the Magical World. Needless to say it was a huge hit.

Hermione was slowly humming a tune she had heard from the radio as she breezed carelessly into the fairly quiet Diagon Alley. She walked in the direction of the local wizard supermarket, but then got completely distracted by a sign advertising the latest release of the Hogwarts: A History Revised, Edition Seven. She entered the shop to buy the book, but yet again got distracted by a man with vibrant silver hair. Luckily he had his back to her.

This had happened a few times to Hermione but she had always managed to escape him unnoticed. It seemed that today was't going to be her lucky day. Just as she turned to exit the shop, the man spun around and stopped her. "Granger", he acknowledged calmly, as if bumping into his one time nemesis was an everyday occurrence. "Draco" she spoke carefully, deciding that it was time to leave childish surname calling behind. After all she and Draco had gotten err, close.

Draco on the other hand was rather curious about his former enemy. He had heard a few rumours flying around that Hermione was a mother. To twins no less.

"So is it true what I have heard? The great Hermione Granger a single mother?" he taunted mockingly. "What happened to the father? Left you?". "No" retorted Hermione. "And if you must know, I happen to enjoy being a single mother!" she snapped, infuriated at him mocking her status. "Temper, Temper Hermione dear" Draco mocked. He was considerably enjoying himself. Mental Note: Annoy Granger more often!.

By now Hermione had decided she'd had enough. "Goodbye Draco" she said coldly. "Leaving so soon?" he said. He was answered with the sharp snap of the door closing, hitting him with a blast of cool air.

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