6Warning: Implied/Referenced Minor Character Death
She slid down the length of the wall, tears welling up in her eyes. Her hands carefully cradled the lifeless cat, his eyes glassy as he lay limp.
Dead. Crookshanks was dead.
A whimper tore out of her throat, and she let go of his body, for it to bounce on her stomach, swollen from her second pregnancy, and drop onto her lap.
With an anguished cry, she tenderly stroked the rough fur, ran her fingers over his soft nose, though it felt like foam, she thought confusedly.
She heard him before she saw him; her husband's footsteps, having heard her sorrowful noises of distress.
He sat down beside her and curled his arm around her shaking shoulders, as she looked at him; eyes glassy with glittering tears, flushed cheeks and trembling lips.
He slowly, lightly rubbed her shoulders with one hand and pulled the cat away from her, inch by inch, trying very hard to keep her calm, lest he spark her fiery temper, already irritable from her multiple bouts of morning sickness.
"Hermione," Draco said gently, "Why are you hugging and crying over Scorpius's stuffed cat toy?"