A/N: This is a story I thought of last night when I was crying and lying next to my boyfriend. I really hope you like it. Each odd scene is Hermione's POV and each even is Fred's. I hope it is not to confusing.

Teary Nights

It happens every night. Once I know he is safely asleep I start to cry. So softly and quietly I know he can't hear me, I know he can't tell. Because even in the morning when he kneels down by the bed and kisses me before he leaves for work, I put on a happy face. He suspects nothing. I want to wake him every night. I want to turn over and cry against him.

I won't do it though. He doesn't deserve to be woken up, he works to support me and our unborn child. I have no right to expect him to stay up half the night for me to.

…...

It happens every night. When I make my breathing steady and try not to move. I feel her heave and weep next to me, the bed moves with her and every now and then she lets out a small squeak.

Of course I don't know how long this has been happening. I only noticed about two weeks ago when I was leaving for work. She had a tissue in her hand and her eyes were red and puffy. But when she opened her eyes she put on a voice that was clearly masked.

…...

I roll over slightly wishing that he was awake. Wishing that he would look at me, so I could cuddle into him. I stretch my hand out wanting to wake him. But quickly retract it. I am not a needy girlfriend. I love him to much to let him sacrifice the little sleep he has for me.

…...

I feel her roll towards me. I want her to touch me to let me know that she wants my help. But she rolls back. Is it me? Does she not love me? No it can't be. Maybe it is the baby. Playing with her emotions. But then why won't she tell me. Just let me into her feelings and let me help her. Let me fix whatever it is that is wrong.

…...

"Hermione?" he said. My body froze. I felt the tears stop coming. I didn't want him to know maybe he was just half asleep. Should I answer him? I put a voice on so confident it sounds nothing like I am upset. I am good at that, I wish I wasn't but I am. At least it won't worry him.

…...

"Fred?" she replies. Her voice is so small and weak I nearly burst into tears myself. I search for something to say. Anything that will tell her that I will do anything for her. I search through my brain that is slowly shutting down. Then I find it the perfect words.

…...

"I love you," he says so softly. I have heard him utter those words for three years now but somehow, somewhere, and for some reason him saying this now means more to me then he ever has. Something springs in me and I turn around and lie my head on his chest letting my tears flow over his shirt.

…...

I say nothing. I just hold her tightly letting her know I am there. Letting her know that I will always be there. As much as it pains me to see and here her cry a small part of me can't help smiling. She trusts me.