Make Me Happy
Chapter Ten: Obvious
'I don't know what
I'm doing anymore
I'm feeling like a little girl
Caught up in emotions
I'm out of control
Isn't it obvious?
Do you see my hands, they tremble
Wonder why I can't
Look you in the eyes
Don't know how long
I can keep this inside
Isn't it obvious?'
-Obvious, Christina Aguilera
Disclaimer: Book 5 is here and things have changed… but oh, well. Here goes nothing.
Hermione awoke abruptly to the familiar kicking of the baby. She was regretfully reminded of why she was dreading today – the DNA results.
She yawned and glanced at the digital clock which read 11:15. This number didn't surprise her because she hadn't actually fallen asleep until around 4 or 5 in the A.M.
Sleepily, Hermione rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. She tried to brush through her frizzy brown bush on the top of her head without any luck. It was pointless. She set down the green brush on the marble counter and went downstairs to see where Ginny was.
After waddling down the stairs, having an unusually amount of difficulty, she didn't spot Ginny in the kitchen or living room for that matter.
She searched every room downstairs except the master bedroom with no trace of Ginny. She suspected Harry had come home last night and they had stayed up… well… late.
She knocked cautiously. No stir from inside the room was audible to Hermione. She knocked for a second, third, and fourth time before opening the door herself. The queen sized bed was made neatly as if it hadn't been touched at all. Hermione glanced around the room. Nothing was out of it's usual place.
Hermione shrugged and closed the door behind her again. She decided that maybe Ginny had gone out for lunch with Harry or something. It wasn't like her not to leave a note or something of some sort.
"Ginny?" Hermione called out as she reentered the kitchen. She made herself a glass of ice cold water and noticed The Quibbler sitting on Ginny's countertop by the silver sink, not exactly Hermione's favorite type of magazine, but against her good judgment she picked it up anyway. She carried it along with her water to the table she and Ginny had been sitting at only the night before. Sunshine poured into the room.
"Ginny?" Hermione called once more. She settled down in the chair by the table and began to read. 'She'll show up eventually,' Hermione thought to herself as she became engrossed in an article on newly discovered scandals in the Ministry of Magic. She turned a couple of pages until a title of a certain article caught her eye.
Doctor from St. Mungo's disappears for six months
Kevin Matthew Morgan was sent on a special missions trip along with four other doctors, medi-witches, and healers to study and evaluate causes for disease in South Africa last August. Morgan was accompanied by specialists McKenzie Doorman, Kirsten James, Mark Bennett, and Stewart Jennings who all returned home in late November.
"We were watching and studying ways for disease control in Sierra Leon when one minute, I turn around to get a tool and the next, Kevin's not there. It's almost as if he just disappeared." Bennett stated.
"We waited a couple of weeks, hoping he'd apparate back if apparition was even involved, but we had no such luck. By the time our mission trip was scheduled to be over, we had no more clues to where Kevin had disappeared to then we had in the very beginning." Was Doorman's only remark.
No one knows exactly what happened to Dr. Morgan, but Ministry officials are covering the case and hopefully one day we may find him. We haven't given up hope.
Hermione sipped her water as she read. She couldn't read anymore before tears would come out again and she contemplated if a hot shower was exactly what she needed.
She set the paper down on the table and went upstairs to shower. She let the steaming hot water run over her body, hoping it'd wash all the confusing problems and DNA tests and pregnancy tests away. It just wasn't fair.
'Why did I have to go through this?' Hermione asked herself. 'I've done nothing wrong.' She shook her head. She had done something wrong. She turned off the water and wrapped her hair in a towel that looked like a turban, dried herself off and put on a plain white three-quarter length shirt with blue jeans. Again, she was having more problems than usual and she had to take a couple of breaks to sit on the bed and catch her breath before finally finishing dressing. She went back downstairs to peruse the rest of her magazine when a small 'pop!' resounded behind her. She turned around quickly to see the familiar emerald green eyes and unruly jet black hair standing there, looking as though he hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night.
"What's up, Harry?" Hermione asked curiously, trying to stand with support of the table, but didn't succeed. She gave in and sat back down in the chair.
"It's Ron." Harry moved to sit down across the table from her. "I can't get him to talk to you. I caught him… in his office… with another girl-," Hermione sharp intake of breath cut Harry off immediately. "No, it's not like that." Hermione eyed him suspiciously. "He confessed everything to me. Well, really, there nothing to confess, but he kissed her, that was all, Mione. Just a stupid kiss. You can forgive that, cant you?" Harry's eyes begged for forgiveness and Hermione felt herself giving in. But what else could she do? A stupid kiss was right. She'd done more than a stupid kiss.
She just sort of nodded numbly in response to Harry's questions.
"Do you think you could initiate the conversation between Ron and you about this whole mess? We, being Ginny and I, don't want this to ruin your relationship and definitely not marriage. There's a baby coming… doesn't that mean anything to the two of you? I can't imagine having a kid alone with no other parent to share the moments of the first step, first word, first kiss. Don't you want someone your child can call Mom and Dad? Isn't that what life is about?" Harry's eyes still bored into Hermione and she felt tears on her cheeks now.
"It's just-," Hermione stopped. She didn't want to tell Harry.
"It's just, what?" Harry's head tilted as he continued to stare at her.
"I cheated on him!" She exclaimed, burying her head in her hands.
"You what?" Harry's jaw dropped.
There was nothing but silence for what seemed to Hermione as forever. She sobbed as Harry tried to calm his anger.
"Have you told anyone?" Harry asked, still fuming.
"Just Ginny," Hermione muttered through her own hands, barely audible.
"How about telling Ron? I mean, he is your husband and all!" Harry tried to keep from shouting, but he hadn't succeeded. Hermione flinched.
"I can't tell Ron… he'll kill me!" Hermione continued to sob.
"I just got done talking to Ron for the last twenty four hours. I think if you just explain the whole situation there's a possibility of him accepting your apology. I mean you do have one, right?"
Hermione nodded slowly.
"It's not that bad. It's not like the baby isn't Ron's… right?" Harry reassured himself it was Ron's. It had to be. Hermione was nine month's pregnant and it was two weeks before her due date and she was just now confessing she had cheated on Ron? Yes, it had to be Ron's.
"Where is Ginny, by the way?"
"I thought she was with you!" Hermione shouted trying to choke back tears.
"I haven't seen her since yesterday morning." Harry stood up immediately. "Ginny!" He called.
"She's not here. I looked for her this morning." Hermione's sobs became louder.
Hermione nor Harry realized that the clock read 1:04 and an unfamiliar black owl pecked on the window. Hermione gasped as tears continued to flow down her cheeks. Harry opened the window easily and untied the piece of parchment form the owl's leg as the owl flew away quickly.
Mrs. Ronald Weasley
Harry handed Hermione that paper. She untied it quickly, holding her breath, praying it wouldn't say what she dreaded it would.
Hermione gasped again as more tears flowed down her puffy, red cheeks.
"What do we do?" Harry started to pace around the kitchen.
"Oh-my-gosh," She muttered under her breath. " I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm in labor."