Molly Weasley's body twitced when she heard the door click open and heard the creaks of a wood door against a squeaky, tile floor. She glanced at the newcomer. Her heart rate quickened and her nerves were not a waste as they increased tenfold when she discovered it was her husband, Arthur Neil Weasley. She expected a loud outburst from him, which would probably embarrass her infron of her healer who would in turn, feel terribly awkward. That was not the situation she wanted to be in right now, but somewhere deep down in her heart, she knew that she deserved it, after all, those words did come from her mouth.
Molly Weasley braced for the worst, and by doing so, unconsciously breathed in and balled up her fists. Her entire body tensed, and her mind obviously expected the worst.
All of these actions were all part of the reason why Molly Weasley was so surprised and shocked out of her mind when her husband didn't even look at her or touch her, or say anything to her, let alone shout at her. Instead, his actions confused her. Arthur Weasley ignored his wife completely and took a seat by the healer's desk and watched the whole medical check-up. He made no slight indication he knew she was watching him, or that he knew that she was confused. It was like he stopped caring.
And that had struck home. She suddenly couldn't breathe. Something was lodged deep in her throat, and it became dry. Her heart suddenly felt so heavy as if it had become metallic and was unbearable to carry. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she tried to hold it in, she couldn't simple let go now. Not infront of her healer. But she couldn't stop.
Her eyes grew wet and one by one, tears spilt over her eyes and slowly flowed down her weathered face. The tears went by their own path and reminded her of how much she had gone through and would she throw it all away just like that. For once, after being two steps ahead of everyone else and knowing what to do for every single second of every single minute of every single day, Molly Weasley didn't know what to do. She was scared. She had never been in a position like this before. The tears came rushing, as the dam broke unleashing both sadness and regret.
Regret for what she had said. Regret what she had done. Regret for her past.
Her healer remained bewiledered over this strange turn of events. His patient had gone from preoccupied with thoughts to quitely crying. Her husband was in the room but he had done nothing so far and it wasn't his, the healer's, position to comfort his patient but noticing how Molly Weasley's tears had become apparent, her sobs slightly louder, her air intake becoming both louder and the gasps becoming more and more frequent as she tried to ease the blockage in her throat, he saw that as she gasped for air more annd began to hyperventilate, she was in fact, dangering the baby's condition more since her heart and lungs weren't getting enough oxygen. He considered helping her ease her pain and help her to breathe easier but it was also Arthur's job, but so far Arthur had remained stationary.
A fresh wave of tears came. Molly had never felt so alone, no one to comfort her, no one to console her and ease her regrest. It was her fault, she knew that, but she was so vulnerable now and there was not a single person around her to be there for her. She was truly alone. She had thrown her entire life away. She was alone.
More tears. She gripped her hands tighter, imaging that, by clasping her hands together and the fingers wedged closely together, the left hand was her husband's hand letting her know that she wasn't alone and he was there for her. But imagining it wasn't enough. Imagination would never become reality, and that made her cry harer, and she tried to swallow her pain but her throat was sos dry that she was having difficult to breathe. She released her hands and let them fall to the side of the hospital bed.
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That was when she felt a big, rough and warm hand slip into hers and hold on tightly. It was a familiar hand, letting her know that he was indeed here for her, despite everything that happened.
Molly's heart slowed down, her throat eased and she became calm once more. Tears still dripping, she turned her head to look up to her husband whose hands was now gripping hers tightly. His face betrayed no emotion, but it was in those blue eyes that told her everything she needed to know.
In it was mixed pain and sadness but also the love he had for her and the trust he was trying to let go, but some part of him wanted to still trust her.
Molly Weasley would always remember his eyes being brighter, slightly wet, his hair less but still flaming red and his lips thin and still, frowning ever the slightest bit. His thumb caressed her hand slowly and lovingly. More tears came, she took her other hand and brought it together and leant her head against his chest while softly crying out "I'm sorry" over and over again.
Arthur brought his unused hand and with it, gripped his wife's shoulder, rubbing soothingly while replying to her cries, "I know, and it's okay". There would be a time when he would seek the truth but not now. His wife needed him, and he her.
The healer had disappeared from the room, leaving the two alone, but they themselves were not aware of that. They loved each other. They were there for each other. They needed each other. And that was all that mattered for now.
Author's note: Please review. I'm sorry that it isn't exactly Ron and Hermione yet but it is going to be a slow story. So please review, anything would be useful. Just review. Click "review this story/chapter". Please, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.
