A/N: I didn't Beta this so all the mistakes are mine :)
Speak no feeling
"Not even waiting till you've had breakfast then."
Hermione rolled her eyes and uncapped the top of her water bottle. Glancing quickly up at the sonogram picture stuck in the side of her vanity mirror she turned slowly with the Oxytocin firmly placed in between her bottom and top teeth.
"Hello Harry, how are you this morning" she said muffled, with an air of annoyance. Dramatically sucking in her pill and taking a sip of water she stood up and walked past him into her kitchen and popping toast into her toaster.
"Hermione I'm…we're worried about you," Gesturing to a pregnant Ginny who looked at Hermione with sad eyes.
"You're obviously not eating enough, and popping those pills like Bertie Botts. I've seen your medicine cupboard, and spoken to your healer at Saint Mungos, the only prescription that is still active is your Klonopin."
Hermione froze at that. No one can know what she's taking or how she's getting her other pills. It's the only thing getting through her days. Taking a deep breath she lit the flame under her kettle and spun around to face him. Only one other person knows how she fills her need for muggle drugs, and it's surprisingly through a wizard.
"Harry! That is private information!" feeling accosted and scared she was about to throw them out when Ginny spoke "What Harry is trying to say is that we're concerned for you, and we want you to stop living this life and get help."
Hermione knew her life was spiraling out of control. The only times she felt in control was when she wasn't lucid by either being drunk or high on muggle drugs.
"Those people you're constantly photographed with, Hermione, your "friends" are dragging you down." Pausing to regain his composure he pinched the bridge of his nose, something he did when annoyed. Taking a deep breath he threw a folded copy of The Daily Prophet onto her kitchen table turned to Page Seven the gossip column that Rita Skitter had taken to writing.
Hermione Granger Fallen Golden Trio Princess
Of all the things to come out of the demise of Voldemort, Hermione Granger falling into step with wizarding societies out casted Purebloods was not one that anyone saw coming. Seen here with, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Tracey Davies, Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey at Pureblood hot spot Pure last night looking worse for the wear.
The photo pictured was completely unflattering in Hermiones opinion.
She was laying on Zabini, his arm wrapped around her waist and Theos on her thigh. Her eyes told she was as high as a kite. Her legs were half off the couch and the only reason they touched the ground was because her heels were 5 inches and the platform was 3. Luckily her dress was tight and her legs were bent at an awkward angle, so she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing anything. She noted it looked like she just passed out, which was only half true. The picture showed Blaise leaning down and whispering something in her ear and her nodding and Theos hand reaching out to stand her up.
"She was drunk when she walked in, and ordered a dry martini knocking it back in one glup" noted the bar back, Gregory Goyle. Many speculate that her decline started with the tragic loss….
Hermione crumpled the paper. She wasn't reading that, she lived it every single second of every single day of her miserable existence.
Noting her agitation Harry spoke up "I know how hard it's been for you."
Wrong thing to say.
"You know Harry? Good! Then you know what I feel every day then, yeah?" Hermione clenched her teeth to the point of breaking. "You know what it's like to hate yourself so much that it's better to numb yourself till you pass out?" Harry's eyes went wide and his face went pale.
"You know what it's like to have your boyfriend blame you for what happened then? Cause you took your car instead of using the floo and it was raining which caused the hydroplaning that threw the car into oncoming traffic and flipping over the guardrail and into trees?" Hermione rushed out and let a sob escape her lips before continuing. "So you know the pain of glass embedding your face and the sound of your eye socket hitting the steering wheel and breaking? You know the pain of your rib snapping and puncturing your lung, the feeling of your hip breaking after hitting your door which hit the tree that stopped the rolling of the car? You remember the feeling of your child moving frantically around in your stomach and then slowly stopping and you knew you were too late? You remember coming to and seeing the love of your life in your hospital room with his bags packed saying that your child was dead because of you and your MUGGLE death trap and that he was leaving to go to Romania and didn't know when he would be back. You know how that's been."
Breathing in a cleansing breath, she took in the scene around her. Her kettle was whistling and her toast had popped. Ginny was absentmindedly rubbing her swollen stomach and Harry was as pale as the white wall he was standing in front of.
"Hermione I…" Harry began. "I think you should see someone aside from your pills and alcohol and whatever the HELL you do with Zabini and Nott." He looked up and saw the Hermiones eyes start to go glossy, the "tell" that the drugs worked its way into her blood stream. Holding up his hand he said "You're obviously not going to listen now, read these later and call me."
Ginny made to hug Hermione goodbye but she stopped her. While happy for Ginny she couldn't take being around a pregnant woman for very long. Harry hugged Hermione and kissed her on the cheek before shutting the gas off and removing the kettle. Walking towards her fireplace with Ginny in tow harry stopped and turned around.
"We're only doing this because we love you"
With a pinch of powder and swirling green flames Harry was gone.
"What Ron did was unforgivable Hermione; please know that I'm on your side." Ginny patted Hermione and stepped into her fireplace and out of Hermiones way for the day.
Heading over to the liquor cabinet she took out a bottle of Ogdens Finest and took a swig. Letting the bottle rest on her lips she wondered what the girls were up to today.
