Epilogue

The parchment gave one final shudder as the last of Ron’s release seeped into the fibers, darkening the space beneath Hermione’s name. The question marks still pulsed—small, frantic things—but their edges had softened, the ink settling into something thicker, more permanent. Harry’s fingers trembled as he traced the new shape beside Hermione’s name, his throat tight. Where two vibrant name plates had been the previous night, now stood three.

Hermione sat quietly in her kitchen with her kids already at school, Her eyes on the TV watching some random celebrity she had never heard of be interviewed on a morning talk show.

Her mind wasn't on the television but rather on the offending stick on the table she had tossed out last night, a pregnancy test and a positive one at that. She sighed in self loathing thinking back to how this all started a little under a year ago at a Christmas party.

She and Harry had been going through a bit of a rough patch especially with them both working constantly, she had hoped to enjoy the Ministry Yule party with her husband but he had begged off in a strop due to work and she had taken Ron as her 'Plus One'.

Too many drinks and some bad decisions later she and Ron had wound up at a Hilton Hotel for the night shagging each others brains out until the drink had finally caught up with them, she never thought she would be the type to cheat but she apparently was, it hadn't taken her body long to remember how amazing sex with Ron was, memories of her youth with him blasting away guilt at least until the next day.

She had tried to see it as a one off but she and Ron suddenly found themselves falling to lust time and again, her office, his apartment and eventually she had started inviting him to her bedroom at home when Harry was away. The pure lust made her feel young and alive again, she loved Harry more than anything except her kids but her sex drive had been reborn in a way she hadn't felt in almost fifteen years.

She wasn't it love with Ron, not anymore, they had tried being together and honestly outside of the physical intimacy their entire relationship had been spent arguing with one another, it had taken time to repair the friendship after the breakup and both she and Ron were still very similar to back then, a long lasting relationship simply would never work.

It was always going to be a purely physical thing, she suspected Ron would eventually find a girlfriend and their little 'affair' would eventually die off but even after nearly a year it had kept on and Hermione couldn't help but feel guilty about it.

She had made sure to take precautions, always making sure some anti pregnancy potion was in the house that she drank weekly like clockwork, even without Ron she and Harry hadn't discussed having anymore kids and she didn't want to take the chance, apparently the only thing that could stop her routine was Ron's huge cock.

It had been last weekend, after talking with Harry on the phone she had meant to take the potion only to be surprised by Ron who had sneaked into the bathroom and grabbed her ass from behind, she had tried to beg off another round but he quickly silenced her with his lips and lifted her onto his erect penis and carried her back to the bedroom the pregnancy potion remaining unopened on the bathroom sink.

So here she was a week later and according to the muggle pregnancy test pregnant with a baby that wasn't her husband's, her heart sank at the news, it hadn't felt real the affair at least until a few days ago when she began to suspect she might be pregnant.

Her husband was due home at any moment and she didn't know what to do, she could tell Harry the truth and be what may, but it would break their family and she knew she wouldn't be able to blame Harry if he divorced her and Hermione would admit she was selfish enough to not want to have leave her kids since Harry being who he was and the injured party would get custody.

She could break it off with Ron entirely and maybe spend the night with Harry, a little 'accident' with the potion could happen the next day perhaps and she could try and pass the baby off as Harry's.

There was of course the option of aborting the baby, Hermione wasn't particularly religious but her parents had always taken her to church at Christmas, it didn't feel right to do but it was an option she supposed.

She sighed again hating herself for being stupid enough to end up in the predicament, a click of the back door was heard stirring her away from her thoughts as she heard her husband's voice "Hey I'm home!", Hermione swallowed the saliva in her mouth as she worked up her Gryffindor courage, Harry was home and she had no clear path forward, ironically the only thought in her mind was a quote from her old friend Hagrid

"What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does"

Author's Notes:
So I originally was going to do a multiple ending route thing but honestly I figured leaving it open to interpratation was a better way to end things, I know it won't please everyone but considering that my next few stories only have one ending each as well I decided to keep the same here.

Thank you to everyone for reading, favoriting the story/me and I'll see you guys with the next story.