The girl was still crying softly.
Though she was quiet enough that she made no sound that he could discern , a habit she must've learned that made his blood boil , he could see her shoulders shaking as her breath hitched with her grief.
He carefully raised his hand to her head, where she was still pressing the hanky.
She lifted watery eyes to his at his action, and he offered what he hoped was a reassuring look. He wasn't exactly practised in them.
Carefully he cast a gentle healing charm , enough to stem the blood flow a little.
Until he had time to research what was safe to use on a pregnant witch , he didn't want to cast anything too invasive.
Gently he removed the hanky , and they both winced when it stuck a little to the blood on her skin.
"I need to get you cleaned up, before I can begin to heal you"
She nodded in acceptance.
"Are you able to walk up stairs if I assist you ?"
She offered a curt nod , and he helped her stand.
Only to quickly grab her as her legs gave out under her.
She was shaking in his arms. He felt violently ill.
"Miss Granger"
"..not my n-name anymore"
He supposed it wasn't.
But he'd be damned before he called her Mrs Weasley.
"Hermione then ?"
She nodded, so he continued.
"Hermione , may I have your permission to carry you to the bathroom? I do not wish to aggravate your injuries, nor do I want to risk you falling"
"s'fine b-but too heavy"
He tsked at that and lifted her with ease.
Despite the baby belly she was all skin and bone , nowhere near what she had been or should be.
She'd tensed when he first picked her up but relaxed when he began to move towards the bathroom.
Placing her on the closed toilet he began to run a bath, along with a sink full of warm water.
There was a crack of apparition downstairs and the girl flinched visibly and remained tense until they heard Narcissa shouting his name.
He strode downstairs to find Narcissa stood primly in the centre of his living room holding a small muggle plastic carrier bag. How times changed.
"I know I said I'd be back tomorrow , but then I remembered how appalling you are at transfiguration , so I brought a few things"
His face lit up red, both at the reminder of his terrible transfiguration skills and when Narcissa reached into the bag and placed a new pair of womens knickers in his hands.
"R-right...uh...thanks"
Followed by a bra.
"G-great"
and then... bloody hell was she trying to make him die of embarrassment.
"I appreciate your thoroughness Narcissa, but the woman's pregnant I doubt she will be needing any of these female products for many months yet"
Her stoic face softened in sadness.
"I know Severus, but she's still bleeding."
His jaw clenched as anger surged through him at the reminder. Still he felt so wrongfooted and unsure.
"I don't know what to do Cissy"
"Just look after her Severus , I'm sure you can do that"
"I think you'd do it better"
Her eyebrow rose.
"Are you saying you don't want to care for the girl ?"
"No of course not, I'd do anything in my power to help her and she's welcome to stay as long as she needs but..."
"But?"
"But she's been hurt , not just physically but in the worst possible way a man could hurt her , surely she'd be more comfortable with you or any woman healing and helping her ?"
Narcissa placed a calming hand on his arm.
"I offered Severus, she wanted to stay with you."
His shocked eyes snapped up to hers and she smiled sadly.
"Just take it at her pace , don't force anything , let her make the decisions about what happens and when, it's important for her to feel in control"
He nodded to the advice before he spoke softly.
"Narcissa , something like what happened to Hermione, happened to you didn't it ?"
The witch froze for a moment, before she inclined her head shortly.
"Something like it , yes."
"Is it resolved?"
The word was growled , and she did not miss the the way his knuckles gripped tighter on what he was holding.
"It's resolved, permanantly."
He nodded sharply.
"As Hermione's situation will also be resolved soon ,I'd wager ?"
A vicious glare met hers.
"Most definitely , the situation will be thoroughly resolved, I intend to take my time to ensure it is also very permanent"
"My husband and I will be glad to assist"
He thanked and bowed to Narcissa and she apparated away.
Remembering Narcissa's words as he scaled the stairs, he went into his bedroom and found an old Slytherin quidditch jumper from his time as a student , as Narcissa had only brought underthings.
He fought a blush as he placed the underwear as well as the hygeine items on top of the jumper, beside her.
Her face dropped when she saw them, but said nothing.
He spoke as he wet his hankerchief in the sink
"I apologise for the Jumper, it's from my youth as I'm afraid my dress shirts may bury you, Narcissa brought the rest"
"t-thank you"
He began to gently cleanse her face of blood with the damp handkerchief.
"Tomorrow I will brew some safe potions , how far along are you ?"
"6 m-months"
He frowned at that, he thought she'd been further along but he was now realising she had so little weight on her , it exaggerated the baby bump and made her look further along than she was.
"Are there any prenatal potions you require ?"
"d-don't know"
"Has your healer not given you any instructions or prescriptions ?"
Suddenly her eyes dropped to the floor and a thought occurred to him.
"Have you seen a healer since you became pregnant?"
Still not meeting his eyes, she shook her head no.
"I see...you're aware of the dangers of pregnancy , the risks you could be undertaking by not getting checked by a physician at regular intervals ?"
This time she nodded , and he frowned.
It would not be like her to endanger any living thing knowingly, let alone her own flesh and blood.
Then a sickening thought occurred to him.
"Was it by your choice that you did not see a healer?"
That garnered another no.
"Indeed"
"n-not allowed"
Slowly. He was going to kill the boy very slowly.
AN : Sorry it's a short one again , this will probably have much shorter chapters, but I plan to update pretty frequently