Evelyn’s breathing became more even as she stirred. The silk satin sheets shifted with her, exposing some of her leg. Her eyes opened slightly, revealing the emerald behind them. Her small frame rolled over so that she was facing her lover beside her. “Harry? Are you awake?”
She moved her head so that it was resting on Harry’s chest. With one hand she drew lazing circles around his shoulder. Harry turned his head away, hiding the guilt. He ran a slender hand along her exposed leg, while kissing her on the forehead. He pulled her closer, resting his head on top of hers. The sweet aroma of daisies and roses filled his nostrils as he took in her scent.
He pulled her even closer, slipping his arms around her waist. He turned slightly to face her, taking in her delicate details. She leaned her forehead against his, her nose running against Harry’s. “What is it, Harry?”
Harry tried to smile, but it slipped from his face. He kept going over it again and again in his mind. The night before, like so many before, had made him feel complete. It had been amazing, so unlike the rare nights he and Ginny spent together. It was lustful and so full of life, like there would be no tomorrow. But with Ginny, it was heat and sometimes passion. The two women were so alike, yet so different. Evelyn didn’t behave like a child and acted far more mature than was required at her young age. She was five years younger than him, having only just graduated six months previously. Harry kissed his way along her jaw line, before resting on the curve of her mouth.
She turned her head into the kiss, imagining that her fate hadn’t been decided. She knew Harry would return to Ginny, just like he did every night. He would never stay. He would hold her until midnight, before saying sorry and leaving. On the rare nights that he stayed a bit longer, he was distant. She straddled Harry’s legs, while kissing his sensitive part under his neck.
“Please, Harry. Don’t leave.” She had said it so quietly that Harry barely heard it, but he did. He considered the fact in his mind; Ginny wouldn’t be there. She and Hermione probably went out and would be sleeping off the alcohol at Hermione’s place. Shifting slightly, so that Evelyn was straddling his hips, he kissed her lightly on the lips. The sheet rolled off her shoulders, as she leaned into Harry’s kiss. Perhaps, just this once, she would win.
“I won’t,” he purred as he deepened the kiss.
Ginny sat in front of the toilet, a wave of nausea reaching her again. Hermione sat behind her naked friend, holding her around the waist. Ginny sat between Hermione’s legs, resting her head against her best friends shoulder. “I just don’t know what is wrong with me,” she moaned as Hermione kissed her cheek lovingly.
Hermione handed her a towel to wipe her mouth. Ginny rolled against Hermione’s body, wishing that they could be back in bed. Slowly, Hermione let go of Ginny. She handed her a tooth brush before exiting the room. She closed the door behind her, before heading back to the bed. She climbed into the bed, waiting for Ginny to return. Behind the closed door, she could hear Ginny moaning as nausea hit her again. It was torturing to not be able to help Ginny overcome the sudden sickness.
Before long, Ginny exited the bathroom. She was still green and looked a little pale. She climbed in next to Hermione, wrapping her arms around her lover’s back. Hermione shifted to face Ginny. She cupped the younger girl’s face, before pulling her into a blissful kiss. She wrapped her arms around Ginny’s naked form, pulling her closer to her body. Ginny began to deepen the kiss as another wave of nausea washed over her.
As she fled the room, Hermione looked around her bedroom. It was a mess, with clothes thrown all over the place. A smile appeared on her lips as the night's events replayed in her mind. After shopping, Ginny and Hermione had gone to a dance club. With a bit of alcohol in them, they had began to dance. The heat from the surrounding couples and the mix of alcohol had them dancing different than two friends would normally do. One thing had led to another, and before they knew it, they had made love to each other in Hermione’s apartment. After a couple of days of dancing around each other, the thing they had wanted most of all had finally happened.
A pair of warm hands rubbed her stomach un-expectantly. Hermione moved into the embrace as the hands touched her in a more private place. She rolled her head back against Ginny’s breasts, before turning around and kissing Ginny again. Ginny’s busy hands still slid up and down her thigh, as Hermione began to straddle the younger girl’s hips.
Pulling away, Hermione looked into Ginny’s eyes. “Are you feeling better?”
Ginny kissed Hermione along the jaw line before reaching her lips. “Much, but only if you make me feel the wonder I felt last night, ‘Mione. My sweet, sweet Hermione.”
Hermione pulled Ginny closer, before experiencing the amazing feeling she wanted to feel for the rest of her life.
Slowly, Ginny un-wrapped her arm from around Hermione’s sleeping form. It was hard to not wake her lover, but she knew she needed to do this herself. She quietly crept out of Hermione’s room, taking her clothes with her. Once out, she disapparated to the one place she knew could end her relationship. Which one, she didn’t know.
She walked out of the alley, before looking at the sign hanging in the window of the shop she wanted. Yes, this is the right place, thought Ginny as she entered the shop.
A young man, around her age, was waiting behind the counter. With a tired smile he greeted her. “Good morning, ma’am. Is there anything I could help you with?”
Ginny looked around the shop before approaching the counter. With an awkward pause and a look up and down the shop, she opened her mouth. “Do you have any...um...pregnancy t-tests?”
The pharmacist smiled with a knowing look. He pointed to aisle two, before looking back at the broomstick magazine on the front counter.
Ginny walked quickly down the aisle. It was a couple of moments before you saw the shelves holding the Muggle pregnancy tests. She grabbed three before heading back to the counter. The young man looked up, still with the same smile. After scanning the barcode and taking the money, he handed them over. “I hope the result is the one you want,” he said as she left the shop.
"Yeah, me too," grumbled Ginny.
As she made her way across the street, towards the building of hers and Harry’s apartment, she failed to look before crossing the road. There was a sudden screech of tires and a loud thump. The pharmacist, after hearing the tires screech, ran out of the shop. The driver of the car was kneeling down beside Ginny, blood seeping out of her mouth. The drive quickly yelled for the pharmacist to get an ambulance...
Harry was kissing Evelyn, when his mobile phone began to ring. He continued to ignore it, knowing it would only be Ginny, wondering why he wasn’t home yet. Evelyn smiled against Harry’s lips, as she bucked her hips, causing Harry to moan against her lips. He started to kiss down her body, before ending at her belly bottom.
He moved his tongue over the sensitive skin, Evelyn pushing his head to move down further.
As he was about to move, his phone went off again. Evelyn looked at it, before grabbing it. Unknown Number flashed up on the screen. She showed it to Harry, who indicated for her to answer it, as he moved his lips to her right breast.
Evelyn pressed talk and placed it by her ear. “Hello,” she gasped as Harry continued his work.
“Is Mr. Potter there?” asked a voice on the other side.
“Ummm...yeah, ummm. Who’s asking?”
“This is Dr. Hilary Magort from London Memorial Hospital. This call is in regards to Ginerva Weasley.”
Evelyn looked towards Harry, who was lying next to her, kissing her neck. “Harry,” she whispered, not wanting him to stop. “A doctor from Memorial hospital wants to talk to you. Something about Ginny.”
Harry quickly pulled away and tugged the phone out of Evelyn’s hand. Evelyn crawled down further, until she was hidden under the sheet.
“Is this Mr. Potter?”
“Speaking.” His voice was strained, trying to resist Evelyn. He was, to put, under a lot of pressure.
“Your fiancé has been in an accident. Can you come down immediately?”
Harry quickly sat up, saying he would. After hanging up his phone, he crawled off the bed. Evelyn sat there, with the sheet around her chest. Harry looked around for his boxer shorts. Once found, he pulled them on. It was then that he looked over Evelyn, crying in the bed. He made his way over to, wrapping his arms around her shaking form. “I’m never going to be completely yours. I will always be the other woman Harry.”
“I’m sorry. I love her, and I know I can’t leave her. You deserve so much better than me. I love you, just as much as I love Ginny.”
“Then leave with me Harry; I’m going to need you.”
Harry looked at her, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” he asked as he continued to move around the room, looking for his remaining clothes.
Evelyn still sat on the bed, her head bowed. Harry was going to hate her. She had done it on purpose, forgetting to take the potion. She loved Harry and wanted him to be there for her. Not Ginny. She knew Ginny was having an affair, just like Harry. She knew it had been Ginny and the other woman on the dance floor the night before. She also knew the person Ginny was having an affair with was Harry’s best friend, Hermione Granger.
She knew the only way Harry would leave Ginny was if he found out he was going to be a father. But as she looked on at Harry pulling on his clothes, she knew she couldn’t do it yet. She and Harry still had time; it was months before his wedding. If it hadn’t worked the night before, it was sure to work over the next couple of months.
One way or another, she would have the love of her life for herself. After all, only children never shared.
Harry ran down the hallway of London’s Memorial Hospital in search of Ginny’s room. Guilt washed over him, picturing Ginny laying in the bed, machines beeping around her. If he had been home, if he had stayed with her that night, this may not have happened.
He burst through the door of Ginny’s room. Doctors were walking around, looking at charts and taking notes. The elder of them all looked up at Harry. She walked over towards him, a frown on her face. “I’m sorry, sir, you can’t be in here.”
“What do you mean? I’m going to be her husband. We’re engaged.”
The woman formed a slight ‘O’ with her mouth. “Are you Mr. Potter?”
Harry nodded, proceeding further into the room. “I’m Miss Weasley’s doctor. We spoke on the phone.”
Harry nodded again, trying to reach Ginny. A couple of doctors blocked his path, both shaking their heads. One held something to Ginny’s stomach, while the other looked on the computer screen. They both looked up at Dr. Magort, shaking their heads. “What’s wrong?!” yelled Harry, once again trying to reach Ginny’s unconscious body. It was at that moment that he noticed blood soaking the sheets by her thighs.
Dr. Magort pulled Harry out of the room. She smiled sadly, resting her hand on Harry’s arm. “I’m very sorry, Mr. Potter. We did all that we could, but we were unable to save the baby...”
Harry quickly looked up. “Baby! What baby...?”
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