Chapter 4 : Hermione
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Harry left early in the morning to go visit Ginny in the hospital. We hadn’t expected him to do anything less. She was his wife, the only person he cared about more than anything in the world, and she was pregnant with his child, and there was a good possibility that she was never going to wake up. If Harry hadn’t have gone to the hospital I would have hexed him to Hogwarts and back again. According to Molly he had left as soon as the sun had come up.
Draco sat next to me, hand holding mine under the table, running his thumb in circles across the back of my hand. Tonks sat across from us, sipping her tea slowly. Looking her over I wondered how I hadn’t noticed before that she was pregnant. Okay, so I had been a little preoccupied. Being trapped under part of a building with a nail through my leg was a bit distracting, but, usually, I had no problem telling women were pregnant.
The guys wouldn’t have noticed the subtle change in her skin, the way she sat. She was barely showing, but her stomach was definitely rounding.
I was happy for them. Tonks and Remus would make wonderful parents. If anyone deserved a family, a life, happiness, it was Remus. He had lost some of his closest friends, part of his freedom due to his curse, why shouldn’t he have some sort of happiness in his life? Was there a rule against it?
Molly held a plate of eggs in front of my face and I instantly felt sick. "Breakfast, dear?"
I calmly raised a hand. "No, thank you."
Draco gave me a concerned look. "You aren’t going to eat?"
"I’m still not feeling well," I explained.
Tonks looked up from her tea and at me. She had a look in her eye I knew all too well. She wanted to talk to me, in private. We would talk, later. Right now I was more concerned with what was going on in our world. St. Mungo’s had been attacked. Ginny was on death’s door, my daughter was missing and we had absolutely no clue where she was or what was happening to her. For all I knew she was being hurt, tortured, or starved. All I could focus on was what was tangible, what could be touched. Whatever Tonks wanted to talk about could wait for however long it took for something, anything to happen. Any kind of an answer would be enough for me to start breathing again.
I turned my cup around on the table, running my fingers along the rim. I knew everyone was watching me, waiting for me to break or something. I wouldn’t break. I wouldn’t be weak right now when Danica needed me to be strong.
Draco lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. "You look awfully pale, love. Are you feeling alright?"
I shrugged slightly, still looking down at my tea. "I suppose."
"You should go get some sleep, dear." When I looked up, Molly was smiling at me. She was worried about Ginny, I saw it in her eyes, but, she was trying to make me feel better, and in truth, I appreciated it. We had a common ground right now, her and I. We were both in limbo, not sure what would happen to our daughters. My only child, her youngest. We could feel each other’s worry and pain. Things like that, it brought people close.
I shook my head. "But, the situation at the hospital-"
"Will still exist when you’ve awoken," Tonks said. She reached out, laying her hand on mine. "Get some sleep, Hermione."
I almost told them ‘no’, but, the look in Draco’s eyes told me he wouldn’t allow it, so, in the end, I went back to bed. I dreamt of smoke and blood and I heard my little girl crying my name, and when I awoke, my chest felt tight.
Harry was sitting next to me, and I guess I had been thrashing because he had a hand on my shoulder, holding me in place. "It’s alright, Hermione."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Harry looked older at that point, worried more than I had ever seen him worry before. If Ginny died….no, I would think about that. "How is she?"
He eyes were haunted when he answered. "No change."
"Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry."
He forced a smile. "It’s alright, Hermione. It’s not your fault."
"I’m still sorry, Harry." I reached out and took his hand, gave it a gentle squeeze. He squeezed back.
"Tonks wanted me to get her when you woke up."
He kissed my cheek, forced another smile. "I’ll go get Tonks."
I watched him leave the room, then flopped back on the bed, sighing. Ginny had to get better. If she didn’t, it would kill Harry. They were a family. Ginny, Harry and their children. Without her, I don’t think he would know how to survive. Harry had lost so many people already in his life. I couldn’t even fathom how much it would hurt him to lose her, too.
Tonks knocked on the doorway, then stepped inside, closing the door behind her and took a seat on the edge of the bed, the spot Harry had just abandoned. Today, her hair was surprisingly tame, a dark shade of blonde. She looked rather pretty, I had to admit. "You haven’t been feeling well lately."
I nodded slightly. "I know. Probably just sick with worry."
I looked at her, and she had that look my mother wore a lot. She had a look that said she didn’t believe me, that she thought I was lying. I sighed. I wasn’t ready to discuss this.
I shrugged a bit. "I don’t know."
"Could you be?"
"It is possible, yes."
"Perhaps you should find out."
"Why ever not?"
"Because if I am, Draco won’t let me be involved with finding Danica. I can’t have that."
"It means he worries about you, Hermione. That’s a good thing."
"I’m not upset that he worries about me. I just don’t want him to stop me from trying to find my daughter. It’s all I can focus on right now."
"I understand that." She rested a hand on my arm. "But if you are pregnant, you need to know so you can be careful."
I sighed. "I know."
"So, find out, alright?"
I didn’t want to, I really didn’t, it was one more worry I didn’t need, but I knew Tonks would leave unless I agreed.
So, I agreed.
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