Chapter 3.
AN...After thinking it over and over, and reading my many wonderful reviews (thanks guys!), ushering me to continue...I've decided to carry on and see what happens. Oh, and in response to some of the reviewers...
To the few people who mentioned Hermione over-reacting to Harry leaving her for Arthur...she was mad at him for not telling her more, as it did worry her too...and she didn't know why he didn't wake her and tell her...or take her with him. Also, Hermione isn't as close to the Weasleys as Harry anymore...as they've not had the chance. As I said, she hasn't even been to their new house yet, which, isn't that new now, (thinking like a year or so).
Harry didn't tell her because he just worried in the middle of the night, and he took off. As it mentions, he's never been that good with girls...and although Hermione was his...Arthur overclouded his mind and he just ran.
And to George, who asked why she's only pregnant now, if they separated a year ago. Well, as it mentions, they've only been apart a few months. It says, in the beginning, she worried for a month, decided it was over, and went to stay with Ginny for about three weeks. So two months, really. Then, when she sips the tea he's made her, she notices how he still makes it the way she likes it...and then she remembered they'd only been apart for a few months, so obviously he'd remember how she takes her tea.
And thank you to everyone else who reviewed and encouraged me to continue. But I hate big authors notes, like this one, but I had to clear a few things up. So, here it is...Chapter 3!
(After writing...) I'm not liking how this is turning out, it's just not working out as I had planned. I'll keep it going anyway, and see if it straightens itself out.
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After Hermione had left the Weasleys that day, she realised that nothing was any clearer...their long talk hadn't settled anything, apart from the fact that they were over now...for good. And he still didn't know she was pregnant. And what would she tell Ginny? She was the one who'd really been there for her when she found out she was pregnant, a week after she had arrived, and she'd talked her into seeing Harry. Hermione knew he'd have to know at some point, but it was Ginny who made her see she had to go now.
A day later, she found herself standing in front of another door, with tear-stained cheeks and a painful lump in her throat. She knocked, and a puffy-eyed Ginny opened the door looking shocked, but immediately lead her inside and sat her down. Neville took her bags for her.
"I..I take it you found out about...." Hermione asked tentatively.
"Yeah. I'm going down there tonight, Fred and George are coming." Ginny replied, shakily. "That's the thing about living all the way up here, so far from London."
Hermione just smiled at her and hugged her.
"So....How was it?" Ginny asked, although she had a good idea what the reply was going to be.
"I..I...I couldn't tell him, Gin. We talked for hours, but...I couldn't tell him." She sobbed.
"It's ok, it's ok. There's time. We just need to worry about you right now." Ginny said, sitting beside her and taking her into her arms, Neville standing beside them, concerned, but a little uncomfortable at all the emotions stuff...he'd never been good with that, that was Ginny's job.
"I don't know what I'd do without you two." Hermione smiled a watery smile at them. Fred and George came for Ginny a few hours later, and Hermione hugged her goodbye.
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After a few weeks with Neville, Hermione realised it was time she went back home. Home. But it wouldn't be home anymore. It was her's and Harry's home...and now he wasn't there. After a tearful goodbye and lots of hugs from Neville, she left via floo powder from their fireplace. She had decided to go by train to see Harry, so she'd have time to think, and steady her mind, and besides, she didn't have an apparating licence...she didn't trust that form of transport. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and looked to Neville.
"Thanks for letting me stay, Neville. See you soon!"
"Yeah. Keep in touch! We'll come and visit you soon!" Neville smiled, and watched as Hermione walked into the fireplace, threw the powder and spoke her destination, and she was gone.
Hermione landed in her own apartment a few minutes later. She stepped out of the fireplace and dusted herself off, looking around the room. It just wasn't right, empty. Sure, she'd been in alone before, when they'd been home from work at different times. She thought about work...right now she worked in a small bookshop/library/tearoom in Hogsmeade, but the owners, Mr and Mrs Walker, were on away over an extended summer, visiting relatives in Australia, so they had closed the shop, giving Hermione a long holiday, which, now, she was thankful for.
She carried her suitcase into her bedroom, and pointed her wand at it, and it opened and the clothes unpacked themselves, flying into the appropriate drawers, cupboards, or laundry basket. She lay back on the bed, its cool, crisp white sheets against her warm skin. Turning onto her stomach, she hid her face in the pillow...then she realised it was Harry's pillow...she could still smell him, very faintly, on the fabric. She sighed and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, absent mindedly stroking her belly. She looked down at it. There was only a very small bump so far, she was only about three months gone. Neville had been taking her into the hospital for the routine checkups, and everything had been going as normal.
Many thoughts ran through Hermione's head. She did want this baby, of course...but she hadn't planned on being a single parent...she thought back to the small boy at the station when she was on the way to see Harry. Of course, abortion was out of the question...and she'd never give her own child up for adoption, because, after all, it was her baby too, and she'd always dreamed of getting married and starting a family when she was younger, and now she was half-way there. Great timing, Arthur, she thought, although she kicked herself mentally for thinking it.
Walking through to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was so bad. She'd read in a pregnancy book that it was quite common, to break out in spots in early pregnancy. She was glad to be over the worst of the morning sickness though...a few spots were much easier to deal with. Something distracted her, a tapping noise coming from the bedroom. She wandered out to see an owl at the window, Harry's owl. She let her in and took the note from her leg. This wasn't Hedwig, who was getting old now, and Harry didn't like to use her for post. She patted its head and opened the note. It was full of his apologies. Full of him admitting he had been so horrible and inconsiderate. He explained how he didn't want to leave Molly, but since all the children were there now, he said he was coming to see her. 'No, No!" Hermione whispered, helplessly to the empty room. She screwed up her eyes and a few tears escaped them, and trailed down her cheeks. She knew she had to face him at some point. She just couldn't bear it.
AN...After thinking it over and over, and reading my many wonderful reviews (thanks guys!), ushering me to continue...I've decided to carry on and see what happens. Oh, and in response to some of the reviewers...
To the few people who mentioned Hermione over-reacting to Harry leaving her for Arthur...she was mad at him for not telling her more, as it did worry her too...and she didn't know why he didn't wake her and tell her...or take her with him. Also, Hermione isn't as close to the Weasleys as Harry anymore...as they've not had the chance. As I said, she hasn't even been to their new house yet, which, isn't that new now, (thinking like a year or so).
Harry didn't tell her because he just worried in the middle of the night, and he took off. As it mentions, he's never been that good with girls...and although Hermione was his...Arthur overclouded his mind and he just ran.
And to George, who asked why she's only pregnant now, if they separated a year ago. Well, as it mentions, they've only been apart a few months. It says, in the beginning, she worried for a month, decided it was over, and went to stay with Ginny for about three weeks. So two months, really. Then, when she sips the tea he's made her, she notices how he still makes it the way she likes it...and then she remembered they'd only been apart for a few months, so obviously he'd remember how she takes her tea.
And thank you to everyone else who reviewed and encouraged me to continue. But I hate big authors notes, like this one, but I had to clear a few things up. So, here it is...Chapter 3!
(After writing...) I'm not liking how this is turning out, it's just not working out as I had planned. I'll keep it going anyway, and see if it straightens itself out.
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After Hermione had left the Weasleys that day, she realised that nothing was any clearer...their long talk hadn't settled anything, apart from the fact that they were over now...for good. And he still didn't know she was pregnant. And what would she tell Ginny? She was the one who'd really been there for her when she found out she was pregnant, a week after she had arrived, and she'd talked her into seeing Harry. Hermione knew he'd have to know at some point, but it was Ginny who made her see she had to go now.
A day later, she found herself standing in front of another door, with tear-stained cheeks and a painful lump in her throat. She knocked, and a puffy-eyed Ginny opened the door looking shocked, but immediately lead her inside and sat her down. Neville took her bags for her.
"I..I take it you found out about...." Hermione asked tentatively.
"Yeah. I'm going down there tonight, Fred and George are coming." Ginny replied, shakily. "That's the thing about living all the way up here, so far from London."
Hermione just smiled at her and hugged her.
"So....How was it?" Ginny asked, although she had a good idea what the reply was going to be.
"I..I...I couldn't tell him, Gin. We talked for hours, but...I couldn't tell him." She sobbed.
"It's ok, it's ok. There's time. We just need to worry about you right now." Ginny said, sitting beside her and taking her into her arms, Neville standing beside them, concerned, but a little uncomfortable at all the emotions stuff...he'd never been good with that, that was Ginny's job.
"I don't know what I'd do without you two." Hermione smiled a watery smile at them. Fred and George came for Ginny a few hours later, and Hermione hugged her goodbye.
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After a few weeks with Neville, Hermione realised it was time she went back home. Home. But it wouldn't be home anymore. It was her's and Harry's home...and now he wasn't there. After a tearful goodbye and lots of hugs from Neville, she left via floo powder from their fireplace. She had decided to go by train to see Harry, so she'd have time to think, and steady her mind, and besides, she didn't have an apparating licence...she didn't trust that form of transport. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and looked to Neville.
"Thanks for letting me stay, Neville. See you soon!"
"Yeah. Keep in touch! We'll come and visit you soon!" Neville smiled, and watched as Hermione walked into the fireplace, threw the powder and spoke her destination, and she was gone.
Hermione landed in her own apartment a few minutes later. She stepped out of the fireplace and dusted herself off, looking around the room. It just wasn't right, empty. Sure, she'd been in alone before, when they'd been home from work at different times. She thought about work...right now she worked in a small bookshop/library/tearoom in Hogsmeade, but the owners, Mr and Mrs Walker, were on away over an extended summer, visiting relatives in Australia, so they had closed the shop, giving Hermione a long holiday, which, now, she was thankful for.
She carried her suitcase into her bedroom, and pointed her wand at it, and it opened and the clothes unpacked themselves, flying into the appropriate drawers, cupboards, or laundry basket. She lay back on the bed, its cool, crisp white sheets against her warm skin. Turning onto her stomach, she hid her face in the pillow...then she realised it was Harry's pillow...she could still smell him, very faintly, on the fabric. She sighed and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, absent mindedly stroking her belly. She looked down at it. There was only a very small bump so far, she was only about three months gone. Neville had been taking her into the hospital for the routine checkups, and everything had been going as normal.
Many thoughts ran through Hermione's head. She did want this baby, of course...but she hadn't planned on being a single parent...she thought back to the small boy at the station when she was on the way to see Harry. Of course, abortion was out of the question...and she'd never give her own child up for adoption, because, after all, it was her baby too, and she'd always dreamed of getting married and starting a family when she was younger, and now she was half-way there. Great timing, Arthur, she thought, although she kicked herself mentally for thinking it.
Walking through to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was so bad. She'd read in a pregnancy book that it was quite common, to break out in spots in early pregnancy. She was glad to be over the worst of the morning sickness though...a few spots were much easier to deal with. Something distracted her, a tapping noise coming from the bedroom. She wandered out to see an owl at the window, Harry's owl. She let her in and took the note from her leg. This wasn't Hedwig, who was getting old now, and Harry didn't like to use her for post. She patted its head and opened the note. It was full of his apologies. Full of him admitting he had been so horrible and inconsiderate. He explained how he didn't want to leave Molly, but since all the children were there now, he said he was coming to see her. 'No, No!" Hermione whispered, helplessly to the empty room. She screwed up her eyes and a few tears escaped them, and trailed down her cheeks. She knew she had to face him at some point. She just couldn't bear it.