Never Let You Go
Authors Note- As confusing as this may sound (for the time being) try and figure out what's going on.
Chapter Two- Traces of the Past
During dinner that evening, there were very few people left. Ron was next to Hermione at the staff table, she seemed to
have calmed down, though wasn't eating or hardly speaking. He mentioned that she couldn't starve, but the words
were blocked out by her concentrating thoughts.
' Clench your teeth, keep it down, clench your teeth, keep it down' over and over.
" Hermione?" he asked.
" I have to go" she ran from the Great Hall, clutching her stomach. A few students at the Slytherin table
whispered and laughed among themselves as she ran by.
Not long after, a first year student burned her hand on one of the gold dishes. Ron went with her towards the hospital
wing, the girls hand wrapped in a damp napkin. Standing in the doorway of the wing was Hermione, chatting with Madame
Promfrey.
" As sick or disgusting as you may feel, I assure you Hermione, it'll be perfectly for the on coming months".
Their conversation stopped at that, when seeing the new arrivals. Promfrey took the injured girl inside, Ron and Hermione stayed in the corridor.
" Are you alright?" he asked.
She tried to get past him, " just peachy".
But he went after her, " what's normal for the oncoming months?",
" Absolutely nothing, I can assure you that is the truth" from her point of view, it was.
Ron ran a few steps to be at her side, " noting can be taken in two different ways. Nothing like there really isn't anything or nothing like it's empty".
" Just- oh, it's too hard to say. But Madame Promfrey said I have to stop taking my depression medication".
He grabbed her wrist, stopping her so she'd face him. " You're better?" he had a hopeful grin. A week after the death, Hermione had a complete break down and went hysterical. Dumbledore immediately ordered for her to be taken to a London doctor and prescribed to anti-depression medication. It was the only thing keeping her sane.
She tried to get away again, but failed. " Far from, I just can't take it for awhile".
" What's going on Hermione?" he had a tone that was somewhat demanding.
Hermione let out a long sigh, " I'd rather not say here".
Ron followed her to the empty and dimly lit Transfiguration classroom. He was slightly under the impression that
Hermione stumbled across a secret that he a few others once had. She was not suppose to have ever known, but this
wouldn't he her reaction. It was something else.
She was pacing in front of her desk, he was leaning against one of the desks. " I thought the illness was a side effect of the medicine. When I went to see Promfrey, she was telling me that vomiting would be normal for a little while".
He raised an eyebrow, " what are you talking about?".
" I'm pregnant" she whispered.
Ron's jaw dropped, he froze for a split second, " y-you're what?".
She turned around, biting her lop, " I'm pregnant, I just found out last week".
He stood up straight, " who's the father? I didn't know you were in a relationship".
" Harry" she muttered, seeing him gape again, " it was a really short relationship I guess you could say. I don't know what I'm going to do, I can't raise a baby by myself, and not too many people will be crazy about the child of a murderer".
" Hermione, it's..".
" Don't tell me it's going to be alright! It's not, maybe other things, but not this. How am I suppose to move on with a baby?".
Ron sighed, " I don't know. But no matter what happens, I'll be here".
She gave a weak smile, " thanks. And please, don't tell anyone. I will admit I don't like secrets being kept from me, but it's hard enough just being the ex-lover".
Ron was still her best friend, but it wasn't the same, not even close. He wasn't the father of her unborn child
and she wasn't in love with him. But he was always going to be around, maybe that didn't really make him
different.
Emerging from the classroom into the dark corridor, he didn't want to leave, but Hermione insisted he did. Ginny
jumped out of nowhere, seizing his wrist. " Come with me" she said in a harsh tone.
He tried to detach her grip, " why?".
" Something I have to show you, but you cannot scream".
She began pulling him into his own empty classroom that she had came from. " Ginny, you're suppose to be in bed" he complained (this was her last year at Hogwarts). " You better have a good reason for being here".
And she did. As soon as she had Ron inside, she clamped a hand over her brothers mouth to muffle his scream.