I'll Fight For You - Fred/Hermione

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Hermione paced the living room, feeling last nights dinner try to come up her throat. Morning sickness was the worst! She hated it! Hermione kept an eye on the clock, waiting. She tried to take a deep breath and rubbed her small stomach. It had been five days and she hadn’t been to see Fred yet... five, long, boring, days. She wanted to see him, tell him how she was craving so many other foods and see the way his eyes would light up when she walked in. Even though Fred didn’t admit to her that he loves her, she could tell from his eyes and the way he fidgeted around her. Actions speak louder than words but he still wished he would admit his love to her.

Hermione had finally moved into Fred’s small apartment. She piled all of her boxes into George’s room, not unloading them just yet. She had told Harry that she was going to live in Fred’s house. Harry had told Ginny and she had told her parents... word got around. Hermione wondered what Mr and Mrs Weasley would think of her living in Fred’s apartment. She didn’t dwell on the fact too long as she felt her stomach rumble. Hermione clasped her hands onto her mouth, waiting for the sensation to pass. Sometimes it would pass and other times... she would have to clean the toilet. It wasn’t pretty but she always reminded herself that her child was in her stomach right now and soon he/she would grow up and live with her.

Harry had been to visit Hermione the other day. He had told her about when he went to St Mungo’s to visit Fred. Apparently Fred didn’t want any visitors except for a ‘long brown haired woman’ which Harry had assumed was Hermione. Although this touched her heart in many ways, Hermione still didn’t visit Fred... she couldn’t face him just yet.

There was a dull knock on her door. Hermione felt her grow colder. Her stomach twisted slightly as she walked over to the front door. She willed herself to stop shaking and to be calm as she opened the door, fumbling slightly with the keys. The door opened to reveal Ron Weasley. Ron looked her up and down, making Hermione aware of how she looked – which wasn’t very attractive at the moment. Ron was wearing jeans and a button up t-shirt. Hermione didn’t know how good he could look in simple clothes like that. He ran a hand through his hair, looking behind her... as though looking for someone.

‘He isn’t out of St Mungo’s yet,’ Hermione said, realising he was looking for Fred. Ron nodded and silence infused around them. His blue eyes stayed on her brown ones and he smiled at her, digging his hands in his pockets, waiting. Hermione coughed and stood aside, ‘come in.’

‘Thanks,’ Ron said and hearing his voice made Hermione’s stomach contract. She felt nothing for him, only friendship was on her mind but she knew that he was going to get hurt today... she wished there was an easier way, ‘I didn’t know you were living here.’

‘I sold my house and needed somewhere to live,’ said Hermione, leading him to the living room. She sat on the sofa and Ron sat opposite her.

‘You could live with me. Why do you chase after him after everything he’s done to you?’ asked Ron, looking at her as if she was crazy.

After everything Fred had done? Was he being serious? Hermione thought as she sighed, rolling her eyes at him. How could he still be continuing on with this stupid act? Has he got no self respect? Hermione felt her face flush in anger.

‘I know you made him say all that stuff to me, Ronald,’ Hermione said, watching his face give in for second, deflating slightly but then he shrugged.