Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2012-02-27 16:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp ficlets harry/hermione/ron, hp quill-it 100.3 |
HP ficlet: No Hope [Harry/Hermione/Ron, general]
Title: No Hope
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Ron
Rating: general
Length: 360 words
Warnings: angst, loss
Summary: Hermione feels herself a failure.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 51, "fact". Part of the H/Hr/R series.
As soon as Hermione walked in the door tonight I knew, and so did Ron, that her news would not be good.
The three of us sat on the sofa together, Hermione in the middle. I held her right hand, Ron her left, and we put our other arms around her shoulders so that we could hold each other's hands too.
"There is no hope," she said, her voice wobbling. "I mean, there's a chance, technically, and since you both tested perfectly fine and the only thing they can find wrong with me is slightly low hormone levels, but not low enough that they should be a problem, it's not impossible. After three years of nothing, though, the chance is pretty small... and I'm not getting any younger. Those are simply the facts and we -- have to -- accept them."
She started to cry. I looked over at Ron, and his face showed the same helpless misery that I felt. So many Muggle and magical tests done, everything we had tried, and still nothing to show for it.
All of us wanted a child, me perhaps more than either of the others, but just then I could only think of Hermione's pain.
"I feel like such a failure," she choked out between sobs.
"You're not," Ron and I both assured her, almost simultaneously.
Hermione, a failure? I had to repress a laugh that would have been beyond inappropriate at that moment. Hermione had always been the best at nearly everything... except flying. Certainly at anything she cared about. Perhaps that was why she was taking it so hard; up to this point in her life she had always succeeded at anything she tried to do.
I wished again that she had let me or Ron go with her to more of these appointments, particularly today, but she had wanted to go alone. I think she felt that if either of us was there she would lose her self-control in the office and feel doubly humiliated. So we had respected her wishes.
All I could do now was to hold her close, hold Ron tight too, as we shared our grief together.