Saving Granger 2

By - Keshia Kay Mansell

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Fast Forward:

Ron Weasley had spent the past five miserable years of his life in the cold dungeons of Askaban. With each passing day he seemed to think more and more about his ex-fiancé. Some days he would even talk to himself, believing that she could somehow hear him. Sometimes his words were rather flattering, but other times his words were harsh and yearned for revenge.

But today his mood was different. His normally depressed and delusional demeanor was now almost giddy and chipper. And why this sudden change of heart you ask? The answer is simple really. Today was his last day in Askaban. No more guards, no more beatings, and most of all: no more ear-piercing screams in the middle of the night.

Ron looked up as a guard entered his small cell. "Come with me, Weasley." his thick voice demanded. Ron did as he was told quickly and followed the burly guard through the maze of hallways. As they passed, other inmates observed with considerable hate and undeniable envy. Azkaban really was a horrid place to be. When they stopped at the main gates, the guard handed him a small portkey that resembled a rusty nail. "You are free. Now go!"

Ron didn't even have time to respond before he felt an unsettling pull from the pit of his navel. God, how he hated to travel by portkey! With in seconds he was standing in the middle of his old flat. His wand sat innocently on the coffee table. He was startled slightly when he heard someone behind him.

"'S about time you got home, Weasley. I've been waiting around here for ages." a famine voice drawled. Ron turned around to see a very attractive woman smirking at him. Though her face slightly resembled that of a pug, no man would be able to deny her beauty. Her shiny dark brown hair cascaded down her shoulders with ease. Her figure was petite and curvy in all of the right places as she wore a tight black mini-dress and heels. He didn't need another second to figure out who she was. He'd recognize her anywhere.

"Why are you here, Pansy?" Ron spat at her viciously.

"Spare me your childish rants, Weasley." she scowled. "I'm here to talk business, not bicker like idiotic morons."

"What do you want, then?" he asked, extremely suspicious about her motives. She was sorted in Slytherin for a good reason after all.

"I want the same thing you want, Weasley." she paused a moment, then smiled. "Love. Power. It's all the same."

"What are you-" he began, but she interrupted.

"I'm talking about Granger and Malfoy, Weasley!" she growled. Thoughts of revenge clouded Ron's normal judgment as he thought of the two. He decided to listen. "We both want the two people that screwed us out of our 'happily ever after.' But I have an idea that will truly flip there worlds upside down." Pansy cackled wickedly.

"Oh?" Ron asked curiously. He was beginning to like the sound of this.

"Tonight, we get our revenge!"

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Present Time:

Hermione gently opened her eyes as the first rays of sun entered the room. She smiled lazily as she felt the warm arms around her tighten. She struggled greatly to turn over to face her lover due to her swollen belly. She had him to thank for that. "Morning, sweetheart." she whispered to the handsome blond beside her.

His lively silver eyes appeared from under his eyelids. "Good morning beautiful." he smiled as he gently kissed her lips. Then he sat up and gazed upon her belly. "Morning, baby." he bent down and kissed their unborn child. When sat up again he looked down at his beautiful wife's face. "How was your sleep?"

Hermione thought a moment before replying. "Well, it was about as good as it gets when you have someone constantly moving around in there." she chuckled as she placed her left hand over her stomach. Her wedding ring glittered in the sunlight. Draco had waited three years after proposing to her before actually marrying her. He never once pressured her into it, he wanted to make sure she was totally ready before they had gone the next step in their relationship. Here they were two years later, madly in love and expecting their first child.

Draco smiled lovingly at Hermione as he helped her off of their bed. Hermione kissed his cheek as a way of saying thanks before she wobbled her way to their lavatory. Draco chuckled good-naturedly as he followed her. An hour later they came down stairs totally dressed and ready for breakfast.

"Dopey!" Draco shouted cheerfully as the couple sat down ay the kitchen table. With a loud Crack! a young House Elf that greatly resembled that of the seven dwarfs appeared before them.

"What could Dopey serve Master and Mistress this morning?" the Elf asked with everlasting enthusiasm.

"I could do with some biscuits and gravy with a cup of coffee. How about you, Dear?" Draco asked.

"Hmm… how about an anchovy and peanut butter sandwich?" Hermione said after much thought. "Yes, that'll do just fine." she said as she patted her stomach affectionately.

"And to drink, Mrs.?" Dopey asked.

"Oh! I almost forgot. How silly of me! I'll take a glass of orange juice, Hun'" she said, smiling at the kind little Elf.

"Dopey'll get that right away!" the Elf squeaked with excitement as he disappeared with another loud Crack!

"You sure do have a weird appetite." Draco teased, giving her a wink.

"Well I think it's absolutely delicious! You should really try it sometime." she joked in over exaggeration.

"No, thanks." Draco smirked. "I'll just stick to eating real food."

"Whatever you say." Hermione shrugged as Dopey served them. Hermione licked her lips before she practically engulfed her sandwich. Draco ate his breakfast quietly with an amused smirk playing on his handsome features.

"So, what would you like to do today?" Draco asked as he sipped his coffee.

"Well, the Daily Profit has some coupons for that new baby shop in Diagon Alley. Want to go shopping for some baby things? Little Jamie will be born a week from now, you know." she suggested.

"I thought we agreed that his name would be James. I don't seem to remember agreeing on the name Jamie." Draco quirked his brow at her.

Oh, Honestly! It's just a nickname. I don't see why your bothered anyway. I still say that we should name him Newton." Hermione huffed.

"And I keep telling you that my son is not going to be named after a Muggle fig bar." Draco argued good naturedly.

"Oh! You thought I was talking about a pastry?" Hermione giggled. "No, no. That would never do! I was talking about the scientist, dear." Draco gave her a sour look as she broke out into a fit of giggle. "I can't believe you thought that I was going to name him after a fig bar!" she exclaimed between giggles.

"Weirdo." Draco muttered under his breath.

"What was that, dear?" Hermione asked as she whipped her tears of laughter away. Pregnant hormones where defiantly at fault for her crazy behavior.

"I said, 'let's go,'" Draco covered, "unless you've already changed your mind about going shopping."

"Are you kidding? Let's go!" she grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the fireplace. She grabbed a hand full of floo powder and shouted, "Diagon Alley!" before the emerald flames engulfed her. She reappeared in much the same fashion through the fireplace at Florish and Blotts, shortly followed by Draco.

The couple held hands as they exited the shop and entered the busy streets of Diagon Alley. "According to the advertisements, the shop should be over by Madam Malkin's shop." Hermione informed Draco as they passed various shops and street venders that occupied the winding cobble roads.

Soon the couple found themselves standing in front of a cute little shop called The Wizard's Den: All your needs for the future editions to the Wizarding World! Draco shook his head and smiled as he watched his wife wobble excitedly from one isle to the next. She 'ooed' and 'awed' over the various appliances and clothing that was set out on display. With her amber eyes sparkling, she headed for the clothing department.

As she picked out a couple of outfits that she found cute, a handsome looking green jumper caught Draco's eyes. He picked up the outfit and inspected it. It was made out of a lovely emerald velvet and had silk lining on the cuffs. Draco thought it was absolutely perfect for any child of his. After he found a pair of matching booties for it, he turned to Hermione, who was putting a sky blue jumper into their cart.

"How about this one?" he asked as he held up the outfit for her to see.

"Oh, Draco! It's so cute!" she cried. Her eyes started tearing up as her pregnant hormones worked overtime. Draco smiled to himself, quite pleased with her reaction as he dropped the outfit into the cart.

After Hermione had quit sniffling, she immediately bolted for the book section. After an hour, Draco came to fetch her. "Come on, Hermione. You've already got most of these books and it's getting kind of late. The store closes soon." After she quickly grabbed some random books, she allowed him to guide her to the check-out counter. The cashier looked very overwhelmed as she totaled up their purchases and seemed relieved when they were done. Draco then summoned Dopey to take their things home while he and Hermione flooed home.

"Lets sit down for awhile." Draco suggested as he led his wife to the couch. She instantly snuggled up to him and smiled softly.

"I had fun today." she said in a relaxed voice.

"I'm glad you did." he replied as he kissed her forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Draco smiled as he wrapped his arms lovingly around her. They sat there contently for almost a half an hour. Draco was dozing lightly when he heard the door bell ring. He heard Hermione groan in his embrace. He kissed her on the cheek and gently moved from her. "You stay here, I'll go get rid of whoever's at the door." he told her as he walked over to the door.

But when Draco opened the door, he did not expect to see who was on the other side. "What the fu-"

"OBLIVIATE!"

The last thing Draco remembered was hearing a woman's blood-curdling scream. After that, the world went dark.

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A/N: Wow! I think that's the best cliff-hanger I've ever written! So what do you guys think so far? In the next episode you'll see what happens when Draco regains consciousness…and can't remember crap!

-KKM