What Now? {blaise/hermione}
Title: What Now?
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt: 017. now.
Prompt Set: 50.1
Summary: "Yes, I'm tearing our family apart. Because you're tearing me apart. I never wanted this. But I had to keep it for a while - had to make it real."
Pairing: Blaise/Hermione
Warnings: death? ish.
Notes: dedicated to gettingyou_off because this was a prompt she requested of me.
Blaise had already made his mistake. Catching his foot in the sheets, he tumbled from the bed onto the carpet with a thud. Sleep was roused as she looked over the side of the bed at him, eyes glinting out of curiousity. It was in the middle of the night - three in the morning to be precise - when he had awaken and attempted to leave the bed. The door opened moments later and a small girl made her way in. "Late night walk?" Hermione asked sleepily, a yawn escaping her mouth. Covers were draped around her as she palmed her hand in them to support her drowsy form. Curls fell into her eyes and she shifted her head, smiling and leaning back as he climbed back onto the bed.
"I'm sorry." He said gently, lifting their daughter, Lexanna, onto the bed with him. She immediately curled up into his lap. "I didn't mean to wake either of you." He offered Hermione a smile as he shifted the girl in his lap. She watched him for a bit, before taking Lexanna from his arms and cradling her so she would go back to sleep. This time, they met eyes. Her fingers gently brushed over her daughter's hair, soothing her back into sleep. Her eyes were still fixed on his, wanting to say something, but waiting for the right time. When she was certain that their daughter was sound asleep, she decided to perk up her doubts.
"Where are you really going?" She asked him quietly. Blaise made a slightly shocked face, looking over at Lexanna. "She's asleep now. Talk to me." He looked at her hesitantly, before sighing and moving over towards her. She shifted away, her eyes now on the calm, sleeping face of their two year old daughter. They had been married for three years and parents for two, but she had noticed an odd pattern in his behavior. No matter whether they had sex or not, he would get up from his sleep the same time every night and would not show up until twelve in the afternoon. He worked from six to twelve, but it would not explain the three hours in which he was not home with her. He didn't think she wouldn't notice. She didn't. Lexanna had and woken her mother in question of where her father was. From then, she found it difficult to sleep at night, wondering where it was that he was leaving her to go off to.
Guilt flashed across his face sharply. He took her hand, which she pulled from his again. Still not looking at him, Hermione turned and got up with Lexanna in her arms. "I don't understand." She remarked, "how heartless you can be to want to tear a family apart." The tone of her voice was bitter silence and it stung Blaise as he heard her say it, taking small steps towards the door. When she reached it, she opened it. "Are you going to tell me now?"
"I never wanted to tear our family apart." Like silk through air his voice replied to her at a volume that insisted she stay where she was. She did. Turning to look back at him, Lexanna's hand falling limply from her grasp, she scowled. "But you did it anyway. You must not have wanted that as badly as I do now." It was dark out in the hallway. Hermione tucked her daughter's hand back into her grip, shifting and holding the girl bridal style. Her small, black curls lay over her mother's arm. She began walking towards Lexanna's bedroom, taking long, foreshadowed steps. It was dark and she couldn't see well.
Getting up and following after her, Blaise caught her arm and whipped her around. She nearly dropped Lexanna, who half-slid from her arms and awoke in a confused daze. Blaise didn't notice this, however, but Hermione pulled the girl to her, supporting her by her head, laying it on her shoulder. The girl put her arms around her mother's neck, sniffling over faux-tears. "Don't tell me what I want! I want our family together now and I will always want it that way." Lexanna whimpered at the yelling and Hermione turned away from him, rushing her daughter into her room and covering her ears.
"Yes, I'm tearing our family apart. Because you're tearing me apart. I never wanted this. But I had to keep it for a while - had to make it real." She felt tears come, falling gently atop her daughter's forehead. She brushed them away and kept whispered, "Everything is fine. Everything is okay," as a mantra to little Lexanna, who was shaking and wondering what was wrong with her father. "And now? I can leave all of this. I have been leaving it. I don't go to work anymore. I may not show up home--"
"Then don't!" She turned and shrieked at him. Lexanna cried out, jumping out of her bed and in between her two parents. Blaise pushed her back roughly and Hermione slapped him. "Don't touch her! Don't even come back! You're hurting me, yeah, but you're hurting Lex too! She has no reason to have to suffer because of your stupid, idiotic mistakes! And for more fact, don't touch me! Don't even come near of me!" Hermione picked Lexanna up, crying gently into her daughter's hair as she pushed past him and hurried down the stairs. Blaise was on her heels, catching her halfway down.
"You can't take my daughter from me!" He cried triumphantly, pulling Lexanna from her arms. Hermione pulled her back and they tugged the girl. She was hissing and crying at her parents, batting at both of them. "Let go of her!" Hermione cried - and he did. Stumbling back, she fell. Halfway down the stairs, Lexanna in her arms. Stars danced before her eyes as she realised she had fallen. Looking over at Lexanna, who had flown from her arms the last moment, she sat up quickly and leaned over her daughter, taking her wrist into her hand. She had no pulse. She picked her head up and it dropped to one side - limp. Looking back over her shoulder to Blaise, who stood rooted to his spot, she said, "She's dead."
"What are you going to do now?"
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt: 017. now.
Prompt Set: 50.1
Summary: "Yes, I'm tearing our family apart. Because you're tearing me apart. I never wanted this. But I had to keep it for a while - had to make it real."
Pairing: Blaise/Hermione
Warnings: death? ish.
Notes: dedicated to gettingyou_off because this was a prompt she requested of me.
Blaise had already made his mistake. Catching his foot in the sheets, he tumbled from the bed onto the carpet with a thud. Sleep was roused as she looked over the side of the bed at him, eyes glinting out of curiousity. It was in the middle of the night - three in the morning to be precise - when he had awaken and attempted to leave the bed. The door opened moments later and a small girl made her way in. "Late night walk?" Hermione asked sleepily, a yawn escaping her mouth. Covers were draped around her as she palmed her hand in them to support her drowsy form. Curls fell into her eyes and she shifted her head, smiling and leaning back as he climbed back onto the bed.
"I'm sorry." He said gently, lifting their daughter, Lexanna, onto the bed with him. She immediately curled up into his lap. "I didn't mean to wake either of you." He offered Hermione a smile as he shifted the girl in his lap. She watched him for a bit, before taking Lexanna from his arms and cradling her so she would go back to sleep. This time, they met eyes. Her fingers gently brushed over her daughter's hair, soothing her back into sleep. Her eyes were still fixed on his, wanting to say something, but waiting for the right time. When she was certain that their daughter was sound asleep, she decided to perk up her doubts.
"Where are you really going?" She asked him quietly. Blaise made a slightly shocked face, looking over at Lexanna. "She's asleep now. Talk to me." He looked at her hesitantly, before sighing and moving over towards her. She shifted away, her eyes now on the calm, sleeping face of their two year old daughter. They had been married for three years and parents for two, but she had noticed an odd pattern in his behavior. No matter whether they had sex or not, he would get up from his sleep the same time every night and would not show up until twelve in the afternoon. He worked from six to twelve, but it would not explain the three hours in which he was not home with her. He didn't think she wouldn't notice. She didn't. Lexanna had and woken her mother in question of where her father was. From then, she found it difficult to sleep at night, wondering where it was that he was leaving her to go off to.
Guilt flashed across his face sharply. He took her hand, which she pulled from his again. Still not looking at him, Hermione turned and got up with Lexanna in her arms. "I don't understand." She remarked, "how heartless you can be to want to tear a family apart." The tone of her voice was bitter silence and it stung Blaise as he heard her say it, taking small steps towards the door. When she reached it, she opened it. "Are you going to tell me now?"
"I never wanted to tear our family apart." Like silk through air his voice replied to her at a volume that insisted she stay where she was. She did. Turning to look back at him, Lexanna's hand falling limply from her grasp, she scowled. "But you did it anyway. You must not have wanted that as badly as I do now." It was dark out in the hallway. Hermione tucked her daughter's hand back into her grip, shifting and holding the girl bridal style. Her small, black curls lay over her mother's arm. She began walking towards Lexanna's bedroom, taking long, foreshadowed steps. It was dark and she couldn't see well.
Getting up and following after her, Blaise caught her arm and whipped her around. She nearly dropped Lexanna, who half-slid from her arms and awoke in a confused daze. Blaise didn't notice this, however, but Hermione pulled the girl to her, supporting her by her head, laying it on her shoulder. The girl put her arms around her mother's neck, sniffling over faux-tears. "Don't tell me what I want! I want our family together now and I will always want it that way." Lexanna whimpered at the yelling and Hermione turned away from him, rushing her daughter into her room and covering her ears.
"Yes, I'm tearing our family apart. Because you're tearing me apart. I never wanted this. But I had to keep it for a while - had to make it real." She felt tears come, falling gently atop her daughter's forehead. She brushed them away and kept whispered, "Everything is fine. Everything is okay," as a mantra to little Lexanna, who was shaking and wondering what was wrong with her father. "And now? I can leave all of this. I have been leaving it. I don't go to work anymore. I may not show up home--"
"Then don't!" She turned and shrieked at him. Lexanna cried out, jumping out of her bed and in between her two parents. Blaise pushed her back roughly and Hermione slapped him. "Don't touch her! Don't even come back! You're hurting me, yeah, but you're hurting Lex too! She has no reason to have to suffer because of your stupid, idiotic mistakes! And for more fact, don't touch me! Don't even come near of me!" Hermione picked Lexanna up, crying gently into her daughter's hair as she pushed past him and hurried down the stairs. Blaise was on her heels, catching her halfway down.
"You can't take my daughter from me!" He cried triumphantly, pulling Lexanna from her arms. Hermione pulled her back and they tugged the girl. She was hissing and crying at her parents, batting at both of them. "Let go of her!" Hermione cried - and he did. Stumbling back, she fell. Halfway down the stairs, Lexanna in her arms. Stars danced before her eyes as she realised she had fallen. Looking over at Lexanna, who had flown from her arms the last moment, she sat up quickly and leaned over her daughter, taking her wrist into her hand. She had no pulse. She picked her head up and it dropped to one side - limp. Looking back over her shoulder to Blaise, who stood rooted to his spot, she said, "She's dead."
"What are you going to do now?"