Fixing what you broke

Chapter 15: After

Chapter 15: After
Notes:
Trigger Warning: Miscarriage

Read with caution friends.

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Ginny was resting in Hermione's bed.

Hermione had brought her tea... and breakfast... and lunch.

All of it remained untouched.

When Hermione arrived outside the Floo and saw her friend there, clutching her belly and tears in her eyes, Hermione knew.

She took them to Saint Mungos where the Healer confirmed that at 9 weeks, they weren't seeing what they expected. There was no heartbeat and the baby was measuring rather small.

She was sure she would never forget the sobs that broke from Ginny's chest that night. As she clutched at her belly and while she waited for her pain to cease.

The Healer said that due to Ginny's age and the early gestation period, it was best to let the baby pass on it it's own.

At this, Ginny turned to stone. She shut off every emotion and just stared blankly at her hands.

She hadn't wanted to go home to the Burrow and had violently protested when Hermione suggested Grimmauld Place. And so... here they were.

Hermione was happy to have her there but she was having a hard time dodging a very persistent Harry Potter. He had dropped by last night and Hermione had gently let him know that Ginny wasn't feeling well and needed some space. He had Floo'd three times that morning and still, Ginny made no inclination she wanted to speak to him about it.

It wasn't Hermione's news to tell but it wasn't right to keep it from Harry, either.

Having Ginny here and tending to her was keeping Hermione's mind from drifting to dangerous places, not that it didn't try.

She'd be washing the dishes and crane her neck as she remembered the kisses that trailed there just the night before.

She could still feel his rough hands up her waist and would have to snap her eyes open to force it away.

She had cleaned every inch of her apartment the Muggle way and was curled up on her couch near her Floo, staring at a page without seeing anything.

The Floo roared green and out walked a disheveled Harry Potter.

His hair was even messier than it usually was and he had dark circles under his eyes. She noticed he was still wearing his dress trousers and button up from the night before, even though it was nearing dinner the following day.

"Have you slept at all?" her heart pained to see her friend in such a state.

"No. Where is she? This is getting ridiculous! You can't just keep her from me," he accused.

"Harry Potter," she scolded, "What do you honestly think I'm doing? Keeping her hostage?! She doesn't want to see anyone right now. She's ok, physically speaking. She's just a bit sad and needs to clear her head."

"No," he stomped towards Hermione's bedroom door and rapped his knuckles against it, "Ginny?"....no answer, "Gin, it's me."

He tried the handle and found it locked. He withdrew his wand and Hermione's hand shot out to stall him.

"I know it's hard to not have all the answers. I'm trying to get her to talk to you about what's going on but she needs some time. Barreling in there right now might do more harm than good..."