Mrs. Weasley and Hermione still sat at the table frozen – the emotions in their faces mixed.
"Sweatheart, Charlie doesn´t know you´re pregnant? How does that come? I know you broke up, but still, I can´t believe you stop to communicate with him too. I understand us, but you two were pretty close, weren´t you? Or…did you…?" My heart stopped beating for a minute. "Did you break up because you got pregnant with someone else? Is that why you suddenly stopped communiacting completely? I would just expect…" Mrs. Weasley began explaining her surprise and I just couldn´t think of the right words to explain this whole damn stupid situation.
"Of course not! I got pregnant after…" I lied confidently.
I looked at Hermione, though Mrs. Weasley relaxed a bit by that moment, Hermione seemed to stiffen more – if it was even possible.
"Look, it´s been very confusing time for me, spliting up with Charlile, losing my family when fighting the deatheaters…learning about my little girl. When I found out about her it was the best and at the same time the scariest moment of my life, normaly I´d go to my mum but well, it wasn´t possible anymore…"
"You should have come! You should have come to me, darling! You know you´re always welcome here, don´t you? We´d help you…"
I couldn´t rezist, I fought so hard to keep the tears in my eyes, but they just wouldn´t listen to me and found a way to leave my stressed and scared body and began to one by one roll down my cheeks.
"Oh honey, come on!" Mrs. Weasley took me in a bear hug and began to comfort me – for the second time that day.
"Oh I´m so silly! " I murmed. "I´m so sorry, you´re completely wet now'!"
"Don´t worry about that. We´ve got more important issues to care about." She smiled friendly.
"I´m such a mess! " I whispered exhausted. Of course I knew, I could have come to the Weasley´s, but after breaking up with Charlie, it wasn´t really what I was searching.
Hermione has not said a single word since she found out Charlie had no idea about me being pregnant and finally, she began to talk.
"Isabelle, I think you should go rest now, the hormones must exhaust you completely! I´m going with you, taking you some snack there in case you wake up very hungry. " She smiled encouragingly and led me from the kitchen, but I could see it was something more. She wanted to talk to me in private.
Once we stepped into the bed room, she closed the door and put the cookies and water on a shelf a turned to me seriously. "Is it Charlie´s child? " She pointe dout softly to my big belly.
"It´s my child. " I answered stubbornly avoiding the eye contact.
"That´s not my question. Is it his? Is he the child of your baby? "
I sighed heavily and sat at the edge of the bed. "You know you can tell me anything, don´t you? " Hermione asked me reassuringly.
"Yes, I do. And yes, you got it right. It´s his baby. "
"Oh my God! Oh my God! But that means…" Hermione began.
"That I´m being a single mother? Is that the sentence you were looking for? "
"No, I wanted to say it meant…he has no idea, right? " "He has no idea of me breathing so it´s doubtless he doesn´t know about her. "
"But you can´t keep it from him! Why would you even do that? He is a father to be, he deserves to know…And you can´t do it all on your own…"
"He left me, it was not the other way round as you´re putting it! He said he needed to fix his family relations, that he had a son to think of…and a wife! "
"A wife, that he doesn´t love. A wife, that gave life to a child he does not even know if he´s his! "
"That doesn´t matter. He promised to come back, he told me he love dme and he hadn´t owled since then. He left me broken and pregnant and the worst thing is that I can´t blame him. I really can´t, he is just trying to be a good father. So that´s why it´s not important that this baby is his. He already has a child to care about and a complicated relationship, there´s just not enough space for all of us…"
"Maybe he would decide differentely, if he knew…"
"If he cared, he would write, Hermione, and he hasn´t written me a single letter since then. I just need to learn to live with that and persuading me about your truth is not helping…"
Hermione sighed and gave up. "Still, a family should stick together. And if my husband´s brother cannot do that for you, I´ll make sure I´ll. " She pressed my hand and left the room giving me some privacy to rest.