Again. Apologies for the lack of updating. But at least it's going up now?
"Does she make you happy?" Quinn asked quietly, her voice cracking slightly. She pulled the comforter tighter around her body, her eyes locked on Hermione's hand where the ring Quinn had bought earlier in the week fit so perfectly. Hermione's face fell at the look on Quinn's face, a sharp pain tugging in her chest.
"I just want you to be happy," Quinn could feel her eyes burning as she spoke, her throat going dry. She closed her eyes trying to blink back the tears that threatened to spill. Her heart shattering at the implications of her words. That's all she wanted, for Hermione to be happy.
"Oh, G-d, baby…" Hermione shook her head vigorously, getting up from the couch and walking over to the blonde. Quinn pulled the comforter even tighter around herself as the brunette approached, the action making Hermione's heart shatter, tears leaking down her cheeks. "Quinn.. I - "
"Why, 'Mione?" Quinn whispered, tears starting to flow freely. "It's …" she sniffled softly, "Is it a magic thing?" The blonde's voice was barely above a whisper. Her insecurities finally surfacing for the brunette to see.
"No, not at all," Hermione moved forward, enveloping Quinn into a fierce embrace. "Baby, nothing happened. She's just a friend. Shhh, sweetheart. I'd never," she mumbled into Quinn's hair.
It all became perfectly clear to Hermione, the words thrown around that fateful night surfacing to the front of her brain. "I'm sorry if what I said made you thi- " Hermione choked back a sob as she felt the other girl openly shaking against her. "Shh, it's okay, honey."
A rush of relief flooded the blonde at Hermione's words, causing another flood of tears from physical and emotional exhaustion. A part of her had known nothing happened, but an even larger part preyed on her insecurities, topped with the mental exhaustion she'd been enduring during her long hours at the hospital.
"M'sorry," Quinn mumbled through her tears, her head swimming from exhaustion. "I didn't mean for you to think I was…" she sniffled, "ignoring you."
"It's okay, I -" Hermione pulled back to give Quinn a watery smiled, "I may have overreacted, just a little." She leaned in again, pressing her cheek against the blonde's, pulling her closer, concern growing on her face. "Quinn, you're burning up more than before."
"S'just a cold, s'fine, 'Mione," Quinn pulled her arm out of the comforter to wipe at her nose. She coughed a little, her throat and ear starting to ache.
"I don't care if you're a doctor, Quinn," Hermione shook her head, pulling the blonde towards the couch and sitting her down. Quinn pulled the comforter tighter around her body, shivering slightly. The brunette placed the back of her hand against Quinn's forehead, frowning. "This is more than just a cold… you're shivering like a leaf, sweetie."
Ignoring the rather heavy discussion they had been having prior, Hermione rubbed her hands on Quinn's arms to warm her up before telling her to stay put while she went to grab the thermometer. By the time she got back, Quinn had curled up on the couch, shivering rather violently. "Okay… maybe if mor dan a col" Quinn mumbled, her head feeling dizzy.
"Open up," Hermione said before slipping the thermometer in Quinn's mouth. Quinn shifted on the couch to make room for her girlfriend before resting her head in Hermione's lap. The brunette comb her fingers through blonde locks, gently scratching Quinn's scalp.
After almost three days of not talking of not sleeping in the same bed, it was as though things had suddenly fixed themselves. Or at least started to fix themselves. "Okay, let's see then - shall we?" Hermione pulled the thermometer out of Quinn's mouth with one hand, the other still scratching the blonde's scalp. "Okay - I'm no doctor, but I think we need to get you to one," the brunette sighed looking down at Quinn.
Quinn somehow managed to raise a brow. As much as Quinn was a doctor. She wasn't actually a fan of going to the doctors. In fact, ever since she gave birth to Beth she did her best to stay healthy and avoid unnecessary trips to the doctor's office. There was something about other people poking and prodding her that didn't sit well with the blonde.
"I know you hate the doctor's - not that I understand it seeing as you are one," the brunette couldn't help but smirk a little. "But 38 degrees? Isn't that grounds for a doctor?"
Quinn just groaned, rolling to the side so she could bury her face further into Hermione's lap.
"I might have some pepper up potion…" Hermione offered quietly.
Quinn turned her head to look at Hermione, an exhausted smile playing on her lips. "Please?" She mumbled. She'd take steam coming out of her ears for a few hours over leaving the comfort of a warm bed to have one of her colleagues tell her that she needed bed and rest.
Ten minutes later, Quinn was in bed sleeping soundly, steam gently leaving her ears. Hermione ran her hands through Quinn's hair only stopping when the light caught on the ring still on her hand. A small smile played on her lips as she sighed, pulling the blonde closer to her and humming softly.
Tomorrow they could talk more, but for now Hermione was content to have her Quinn back.
Okay, well this is it. I don't really know where else to take this - but thank you for reading! I'm glad so many people have enjoyed it! Suggestions and reviews are always greatly appreciated.
I also apologize for not posting on fanfiction - I'm rather horrible about keeping this up to date - especially with Fabranger NaNoWriMo going on (just follow the fabranger tag on tumblr you'll find some awesome stuff by some amazing writers).