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tamingthemuseTitle: Wronski Feint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #484 – Ankh
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 848
Summary: Hermione gets caught in a gigantic lie.
“You still believe in me. Don’t you?” Hermione asked, fear clouding her voice.
Charlie sighed as he pulled on his coat. “Of course I do. I just don’t understand why you aren’t pregnant, yet. We’ve been trying for almost six months.”
“Sometimes it takes a little while longer. Not everyone is as fertile as your mother.”
“But it’s in my genes.”
“But not mine,” Hermione gently refuted. “I’m an only child, and neither of my friends have any siblings. I guess my genes outweigh yours in this instance.”
Charlie nodded. “I guess you’re right. We won’t give up though, right?”
“Of course not,” Hermione agreed.
It was a couple of days later that everything came crashing down around Charlie.
Hermione had left her bag home and being the wonderful, considerate husband that he was, he decided to take it to her at work. He picked it up the wrong way and spilled the contents on the floor.
He heaved a gigantic sigh and knelt to put everything back in. He wasn’t paying attention, but when his fingers grazed a round container, he stilled. He had seen Hermione with it before so he didn’t have to open it to know what it was. Birth control pills.
There was no reason she should have them while they were trying to have a baby. Unless she lied to him and was still taking them!
He felt foolish at how easily she deceived him. He had trusted her to always be honest, and to lie to him in such a way, about something so big...
How could she?
He thought about their journey from allies to friends to boyfriend and girlfriend, and finally to husband and wife. She had been his companion, someone he trusted implicitly, and now, he didn’t know if he could ever trust her again.
Charlie left the bag on the floor and stormed out of the house. He needed to get away for a while. He didn’t know why he was leaving an empty house, but all he knew was he didn’t want to be home if Hermione decided to come back for her bag.
He spent the whole day out of the house, and when he returned at nightfall, he hadn’t calmed down much.
He walked inside to find Hermione standing over her spilled back. She looked up, anxiety on her face. “You look mad.”
“Why would I be mad? You only lied about wanting to have a baby with me and secretly kept taking birth control.”
“Charlie...” She trailed off.
He shook his head, disgusted with the whole situation. “I think I’m going to spend the night at Shell Cottage.”
He walked into their bedroom, determined to pack an overnight bag, but Hermione hurried in after him.
“Don’t leave. We need to talk about this.”
“A little late for that, don’t you think?” Charlie demanded.
“I know I shouldn’t have lied -”
“I thought you wanted to be a mother!” Charlie interrupted as he spun around to face her
“I do,” Hermione said.
“Obviously not.”
“Please, stay so we can talk.”
Charlie wanted to just walk out on her, but he knew he couldn’t do that. He parents had taught him to never walk away angry. He sat on the bed as his hands clenched into fists on his lap.
Hermione sat next to him but knew enough to not touch him. “I do want to be a mom, but I’m not sure if I’m ready.”
“Then why not tell me?”
“You were so excited about the possibility. I didn’t want to disappoint you. I’m so, so sorry. I know I should have been honest, but I was scared.”
“If you lied about this, how do I know you haven’t lied about something else?”
Hermione looked down at her lap. “I guess you don’t. I just have to hope you trust me enough to realize I would never normally lie to you. It was a mistake. I knew I had to tell you the truth, but the more time passed, the harder it was to be honest. I’m sorry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
Finally, Charlie looked up and met her eyes. “I can forgive you, but I’m not sure I can trust you again.”
“Can’t you try?”
He swallowed, and there was a large moment of silence. “It comes down to whether I want to try.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “And do you?” she asked, but her voice was the merest whisper, and he almost didn’t hear it.
He thought about everything the two of them had been through, apart and together. He thought about what she meant to him, and he had his answer. “I love you so much. I’m not ready to give up on us, but you’ll need to earn my trust all over again.”
She frantically nodded her head, her ankh necklace shaking with the motion. “I’ll do anything I have to, I promise.”
Charlie grabbed her hand, and Hermione returned his hold. It wasn’t a resolution, but it was a start.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #484 – Ankh
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 848
Summary: Hermione gets caught in a gigantic lie.
“You still believe in me. Don’t you?” Hermione asked, fear clouding her voice.
Charlie sighed as he pulled on his coat. “Of course I do. I just don’t understand why you aren’t pregnant, yet. We’ve been trying for almost six months.”
“Sometimes it takes a little while longer. Not everyone is as fertile as your mother.”
“But it’s in my genes.”
“But not mine,” Hermione gently refuted. “I’m an only child, and neither of my friends have any siblings. I guess my genes outweigh yours in this instance.”
Charlie nodded. “I guess you’re right. We won’t give up though, right?”
“Of course not,” Hermione agreed.
It was a couple of days later that everything came crashing down around Charlie.
Hermione had left her bag home and being the wonderful, considerate husband that he was, he decided to take it to her at work. He picked it up the wrong way and spilled the contents on the floor.
He heaved a gigantic sigh and knelt to put everything back in. He wasn’t paying attention, but when his fingers grazed a round container, he stilled. He had seen Hermione with it before so he didn’t have to open it to know what it was. Birth control pills.
There was no reason she should have them while they were trying to have a baby. Unless she lied to him and was still taking them!
He felt foolish at how easily she deceived him. He had trusted her to always be honest, and to lie to him in such a way, about something so big...
How could she?
He thought about their journey from allies to friends to boyfriend and girlfriend, and finally to husband and wife. She had been his companion, someone he trusted implicitly, and now, he didn’t know if he could ever trust her again.
Charlie left the bag on the floor and stormed out of the house. He needed to get away for a while. He didn’t know why he was leaving an empty house, but all he knew was he didn’t want to be home if Hermione decided to come back for her bag.
He spent the whole day out of the house, and when he returned at nightfall, he hadn’t calmed down much.
He walked inside to find Hermione standing over her spilled back. She looked up, anxiety on her face. “You look mad.”
“Why would I be mad? You only lied about wanting to have a baby with me and secretly kept taking birth control.”
“Charlie...” She trailed off.
He shook his head, disgusted with the whole situation. “I think I’m going to spend the night at Shell Cottage.”
He walked into their bedroom, determined to pack an overnight bag, but Hermione hurried in after him.
“Don’t leave. We need to talk about this.”
“A little late for that, don’t you think?” Charlie demanded.
“I know I shouldn’t have lied -”
“I thought you wanted to be a mother!” Charlie interrupted as he spun around to face her
“I do,” Hermione said.
“Obviously not.”
“Please, stay so we can talk.”
Charlie wanted to just walk out on her, but he knew he couldn’t do that. He parents had taught him to never walk away angry. He sat on the bed as his hands clenched into fists on his lap.
Hermione sat next to him but knew enough to not touch him. “I do want to be a mom, but I’m not sure if I’m ready.”
“Then why not tell me?”
“You were so excited about the possibility. I didn’t want to disappoint you. I’m so, so sorry. I know I should have been honest, but I was scared.”
“If you lied about this, how do I know you haven’t lied about something else?”
Hermione looked down at her lap. “I guess you don’t. I just have to hope you trust me enough to realize I would never normally lie to you. It was a mistake. I knew I had to tell you the truth, but the more time passed, the harder it was to be honest. I’m sorry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
Finally, Charlie looked up and met her eyes. “I can forgive you, but I’m not sure I can trust you again.”
“Can’t you try?”
He swallowed, and there was a large moment of silence. “It comes down to whether I want to try.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “And do you?” she asked, but her voice was the merest whisper, and he almost didn’t hear it.
He thought about everything the two of them had been through, apart and together. He thought about what she meant to him, and he had his answer. “I love you so much. I’m not ready to give up on us, but you’ll need to earn my trust all over again.”
She frantically nodded her head, her ankh necklace shaking with the motion. “I’ll do anything I have to, I promise.”
Charlie grabbed her hand, and Hermione returned his hold. It wasn’t a resolution, but it was a start.
