A World Without You

The little cafe was not crowded; in fact it was abnormally quiet. She sat near the back, hoping to be unnoticeable. Tonight was their anniversary, yet he was far away, most likely not even thinking of her. She sighed as she took another drink of her Vanilla Crème Frappicino and smiled. What had he called them? Ah, yes. They were glorified milk shakes. But they were delicious.

She wasn't that old and most people wouldn't have guessed that she had been married, let alone married for five years. She didn't look old enough to have a child, but she did. Her two-year-old son was at his grandmother's, most likely becoming like his famous uncles. She loved the little boy to death. It had taken so much just to have him, so much just to live, bt he was worth it. He looked amazing like his father, same eyes, same hair, and same look on his face when he soared into the sky on a broom. He was perfect.

She looked down at the photo album she had brought with her. It was full of pictures of them. Some had been taken before she knew him. There was one of him with Hermione Granger, back when they had dated. That was the oddest, almost impossible couple ever. Then there was one of him and Professor Dumbledore, the year he had been Head boy, one of him on their first date, another of her sitting on his lap, both in their Quiddich gear. She stopped on their wedding picture. She stood there, looking lovingly at him. He had his arms around her with his head beside hers, leaning on her shoulder. They looked so happy there.

The next picture was of him and his once mortal enemy. They had so much in common. It just took Hermione, Kelly, and herself to get the three boys together. Only two were in the picture. Ron had drifted off with Kelly.

The next picture was of him, just him. It was one she had taken of him by surprise. It really showed off his eyes. His eyes were her favorite part of him. She could stare into them for hours without complaint. She remembered staring into them her first year, so surprised by what she saw. She never told him that it was his eyes that had drew her in, which had made her fall hopelessly in love with him. She had been for years before he noticed that she liked him. And even more time before he fell for her as well.

She was only twenty-five. He was twenty-six, world-class Seeker. Everyone in the Quiddich world wanted him on his or her team. He was brilliant on a broom. But she could tell he was unhappy. Despite getting the attention he deserved, he was unhappy. She didn't think it was Quiddich. She doubted that sincerely. After all he had played it with her brothers for hours, in the rain, without stopping. He loved that game. She was starting to believe that it was her.

How could he be happy with her? She was not a very exciting person; after all she was a medic. She even replaced Madame Pomfry when the older nurse had decided to take a well-deserved retirement. That was all. She wasn't a genius like Hermione, not a model like Kelly, and definitely not a Fleur Delacour. She was just an average looking red head with average brown eyes and an average figure.

She wondered what he would think if she told him she was pregnant again. Would he be angry with her, concerned? The doctors had told her not to try again, but then she hadn't expected this one. He never told her how many kids he wanted, although family was important to him. He had never had much of one.

There was the chance that he would leave her. She had heard the many stories about his conquests in the romantic world. She didn't want to believe them but she still wondered if they were true. Did he love someone else? It had been ages since he had told her he loved her. She kept seeing pictures of him and an actress named Audrey Whitford surfing around, appearing on many of the gossip magazines. According to those papers they had been going behind her back for a year now. Audrey had actually come up to her and begged her not to believe it and they were only friends. Audrey had her own fiancé, Adam Wood (Oliver Wood's younger cousin). While she did believe her, a little nagging voice told her that it could be true.

She closed the album, suddenly aware of the tears coursing down her cheeks. He couldn't be thinking of her when beautiful women flocked to his side every day he was away and even when he was with her. She wasn't even close to what those women were.