A/N — Thanks Firefly for beta'ing :)
[527 words]
Hannah sat listlessly on the sofa, arms by her side, staring blankly at the ceiling. As her stomach rounded, she had begun to avoid all contact with it altogether, doing anything she could to forget about the life growing inside of her. It had been easy to pretend for the first few months, but now … now, it was impossible to ignore.
Pain ripped through her stomach and she leant forward, curling in on herself, having to make a conscious effort to keep her hands where they were. The only sound that escaped her was a small moan, but it was enough.
"Hannah? Are you alright?" Neville asked. He approached her wearily; she knew she had been unfair to him in past months, but … this had been a lot harder than she'd thought.
"Fine," she groaned through gritted teeth. She could feel sweat beading on her forehead and knew she must look a mess.
"Is it — Is it time?" he asked. Hannah could tell he was excited, but it was also obvious he was trying to hide that. She nodded.
.oOo.
"Hannah, you need to —"
"Can you get him out," she snapped, digging her nails into her knees and screaming.
"Are you sure?" one of the Healers asked.
"Yes," she shrieked, turning her glare to the woman.
The Healer gave Neville an apologetic smile, and said: "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid —"
"Yeah, it's — it's okay," he muttered, eyes downcast. "I'll just wait outside."
.oOo.
Neville knocked quietly on the doorframe, stepping hesitantly into the room when no one responded.
"Where is he?" he asked. Hannah gestured to one of the Healers without looking up.
"Do you want to hold him?" the Healer asked, directing a warm smile at Neville.
Neville nodded, following the woman's instructions on how to hold his son.
"Hannah," he whispered, turning to face her.
"I want a divorce," she said, her voice a dull monotone. "I thought I could do this, but I — I can't, and I —"
"Hannah, you can do this, you just —"
"No, Neville," she snapped. "I don't want to do this. I never did."
"Then why —"
"Because you wanted to!" The baby in Neville's arms let out a small noise of complaint, and Neville turned his attention to his son. "You want to," she continued at a more reasonable volume. "And I can't even look at him."
"But you —"
"I think you should go, Neville," she said, talking over him. "And take the baby with you."
.oOo.
Hermione found Neville in the kitchen while everyone was still talking in the living room.
"Where's — where's Hannah?" she asked quietly. "I'm sorry," she was quick to add. "I didn't want to ask in front of everyone and I just —"
"She's gone," Neville whispered. "It's just us now."
"Oh," she said and paused for a moment, at a loss for what to say. "I'm sor—"
"Don't," he snapped. "Don't apologise," he whispered. "It's no one's fault."
"But she —"
"It's not Hannah's fault either," he said, only faltering slightly on her name. "You can't force someone to be a mother."
