Make Me Happy

Chapter Seven

Disclaimer: WOOT! NO RIGHTS AT ALL!... I'd like to own some Harry Potter men though ;) haha.

Will you give up, give in
When your heart's crying out "that is wrong"
Will you love you for you at the end of it all

Now in life there's gonna be times
When you're feeling low
And in your mind insecurities seem to take control
We start to look outside ourselves
For acceptance and approval
We keep forgetting that the one thing we should know is

Don't be scared
To fly alone
Find a path that is your own
Love will open every door

          - Soar, Christina Aguilera

          "I don't know where I went wrong," Hermione was screaming. Her face was red and blotchy from the many tears that had stained her pale cheeks.

          There was a small tap on the door.

          "Go away!" Hermione shouted.

          "Hermione, it's me," There was a small pause before the visitor continued, "Ginny."

          Hermione sniffled loudly before nodding her head slowly. "Come in." She muttered, barely audible.

          The door opened with a small creak and Ginny crept in slowly. She approached where Hermione was sitting on the corner of the bed and pulled up the wicker rocking chair in the corner to sit in front of her best friend. She placed her hand on top of Hermione's and brushed a tear with the other.

          "Hermione, you need someone to talk to. I'm here," Ginny saw the way Hermione was hurting and she felt her own eyes begin to sting with the familiar tug of water.

          Hermione sniffled again before even trying to speak.

          "He thinks I'm…" She stopped and looked down at her hands. "Cheating on him."

          Ginny gasped. She wasn't expecting this. Not from Hermione and Ron. No one would have predicted this. Back at school, those two were the perfect couple. You never saw one without the other. But Ginny of all people would know what "the perfect couple" could turn out to be… her and Draco weren't exactly the chummiest buddies in the world now that he was married to Parvati and had three children. They spoke maybe one or twice a year.

          "I don't know what to say…" Ginny stopped.

          "Don't say anything." Hermione's tears were flowing freely again.

          "Why not? Please tell me it isn't true," Ginny pleaded with her friend as she squeezed her hand gently.

          Hermione was silent.

          "Hermione, please prove me wrong. You aren't cheating on him, are you?" Ginny had tears down her cheeks now, as well.

          "No, it's not true," Hermione shook her head. "At least, I don't think it is."

          "What do you mean you don't think it is? Wouldn't you know if you were cheating on Ron or not?" Ginny started. She looked confused and she felt hurt.

          "There was a small… fling with someone at my office with someone, but I wouldn't necessarily call it cheating." At this Hermione sobbed like she would never see the light of day again and someone had run over her best friend.

          "Then if it's not cheating what is it?" Ginny tried to keep her voice at its usual level, but now she was upset, too and she couldn't hide her disappointment as well as she thought she could.

          "It's complicated," Hermione started before Ginny interrupted.

          "I've got time and I want to hear it. You're my best friend and he's my own damn brother. I want every detail, now," Ginny commanded.

          "Well…"

          "Watch out, Hermione!"

          Hermione backed into the man before she knew what hit her and she fell on the ugly gray and white tiles with a small thump.

          "I'm so sorry, doctor, I didn't mean to," Hermione gulped and turned red before looking up to face the man she'd collided with.

          "Oh, it's all right," The tall, dark, and handsome man made Hermione's oxygen get caught in her throat as she took a double take. "Here, let me help you." He held out his hand which Hermione took gratefully, still a little dumbfounded.

          "T-th-thanks," Hermione stuttered, smiling her huge, gorgeous and flawless smile.

          "No problem. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Kevin Morgan…" He shook her hand gratefully before letting it drop dully to her side. Hermione caught her breath and snapped out of her state of shock and realized she was drooling on herself. She wiped away the drool quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed and smoothed off her new navy blue nurse robes.

          "Oh, I'm sorry… I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione caught herself quickly and shook her head, "I mean, Hermione Weasley. Wait," A dramatic pause followed, "How did you know my name, Mr. Morgan?"

          "Call me Kev and the name tag might have helped a bit," He flashed her his heart-stopping smile and her face turned just as red as before as she let out a small laugh.

          "Whoops. Duh, Mione," She laughed again and shifted her weight from her left to her right hip, crossing her arms over her chest. Since she wasn't pregnant, her figure wasn't as suffering. She played with the small silver pendant as uncomfortable silence filled the room.

          "Well, I better be going. I think they need me in surgery in about thirty minutes." Kevin smiled one more time.

          "Nice meeting you," Hermione said kindly before quickly exiting the small break room and heading straight for her office.

          "Very nice meeting you," she muttered to herself.

          "Okay, so you met this incredibly not-so-unfortunate looking guy and you cheat on my brother? The boy you've been in love with for seven years now!?" Ginny started. Hermione just sat there, letting salty tears drop from her face onto her hands. "Mione, I've met tons of good looking people and I've never cheated on Harry with them! It doesn't mean I wasn't attracted or I wasn't interested, I just knew no one will ever be able to love me as Harry does and I could never love anyone as much as I love him."

          "THAT'S WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! RON AND I AREN'T LIKE YOU AND HARRY!" Hermione couldn't control herself anymore. She screamed and stood from her bed. She walked over to the window and sat down on the window seat, staring out at the busy street below.

          "I'm sorry, Hermione," Ginny felt Hermione wince as she put her hand on her best friend's shoulder.

          "I am, too. You and Harry are made for each other. You have no clue what a fight is," Hermione sniffed against and wiped her nose with the back of her hand clumsily.

          "Harry and I fight more than anyone thinks. About two years ago, when James was about one year old, we went through horrible times… I remember having no one to turn to because you and Ron were in Jamaica and the rest of the family was too busy doing different things… I went into a depression I thought I'd never get out of. I wouldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, Harry would go away for days at a time just to get away from me and he'd take James with him. I was all alone and it hurt. Until one day when we decided to go see a marriage counselor and see if we could fix whatever had happened. Now we could never be happier. It's like we needed that hardship… that time of ignorance and arguments… to help us make our bond stronger. And it worked. I don't regret a thing." Ginny was still crying, remembering how powerful some of the things she and Harry had exchanged during the time of trial.

          "Yes, but you didn't cheat on him," Hermione began but she couldn't continue because she was crying so hard.

          "So now you're convinced you did cheat on him?"

          Hermione nodded slowly in response, still staring out the window.

          Ginny was torn in two… did she side with her best friend or with her big brother?

          "I'm so sorry, Ginny…"

          "Is the baby Ron's?" The question burned both Hermione and Ginny so bad that tears didn't even describe half the emotions that were going on in both of their minds.

          "I don't know. I truly don't know." Hermione shook her head in shame. She felt like she was going to die. No, she wanted to die. Crawl into a hole in the floor and just die. It'd be better for everyone. Especially Ron.

          "There's only way to find out," Ginny said, still looking at the slick bun on the top of Hermione's head.

          Hermione shook her head stubbornly.

          "No, I won't go. I don't want people to think I have doubts on who the father is. If anyone found out it'd be all over the Daily Prophet. I can see it now: Medi-Witch of the Year cheats on famous Chudley Cannon Beater husband!" Hermione was still shaking her head.

          "Hermione, do it for me," She said sternly.

          "No." Hermione turned from the window to look at her sister-in-law.

          "Hermione, please," Ginny grabbed the cloak lying on the dresser next to them and wrapped it around Hermione's shoulders. "We're going now."

          "Fine, but if anyone finds out…"

          "They won't. I promise."

[Good way to leave ya hanging, right? Lol. Maybe. Hopefully you liked it. No Harry or Ron in this one. Sorry… maybe next chapter! You'll find out soon as you review! Love you guys! 3 3 – Hannah Holt]