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Just Let Me Die	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any profit from this, as this is only written for practice.

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Chapter Fifteen – The Appearance of a Rose

Draco was excited because the day of Elty’s third birthday had arrived. It was the 15^th of July and Hermione couldn’t help but point out that his son’s birth was 15 days before Neville’s and 16 days before Harry. She suggested he wish them both a happy early birthday when they arrived. Draco had invited as many people he knew that had children, but Hermione had invited adult friends as well. She’d stated that Elty was still a bit young to understand what a birthday party was. He’d like the presents and everyone celebrating his birth, but he didn’t have to be surrounded by children for that reason.

Draco thought back to his birthdays and disagreed with Hermione. His birthday parties were filled with adults and perhaps a couple of children would arrive with them like Pansy or Theo, but the adults would mostly discuss politics, while the kids ran around outside. He didn’t want that kind of birthday for his son. He wanted his son celebrated, and he wanted him to feel loved most of all. Draco thought back on his somewhat lonely birthdays and knew that he wanted so much more for his children. They had gone with a superhero theme for the birthday party. Draco really didn’t know much about Owlman or the flying guy in with the red cape, but apparently the time spent in the Muggle World had affected Elty’s opinions. Instead of going with a Quidditch Team theme, he wanted to be surrounded by the Justice Legions. Hermione just smiled at him whenever he complained about it and told him that it was an opportunity for him to learn about his other heritage. Well, Draco couldn’t deny the fact that Elty was a Half-Blood, so the Muggle World was just as much a part of his make-up as the Wizarding one.

Hermione waddled into the back garden of the Malfoy Manor. Draco watched as she went around and inspected all of the decorations. Draco approached his beautiful pregnant wife and pulled her into a hug. She looked over at him and smiled, “I think Elty will love it when he comes out here. Everyone’s set to arrive in twenty minutes.” She gasped and shuttered for a moment.

Fear ripped through Draco hearing the pain associated sound from his wife. His mind started to swim with dark thoughts. He concentrated on her form as he gritted out, “What’s the matter?”

Hermione shook her head, “I’m sure it’s nothing too big. I just had a contraction; however we don’t have to worry until they’re closer together. I don’t want to ruin Elty’s birthday party. Don’t worry I’ll let you know when it’s time for us to floo over to St. Mungo’s.”

The blonde’s heart shuttered, “Just a contraction? Doesn’t that mean that Rose will be coming soon?”

“It’s not time to worry about that yet. Like I said, I’m not in active labor, yet. There’s no point in going in now when I’m barely dilated. A pregnant witch could walk around 2 to 3 centimeters dilated for weeks before the baby comes. It would just be a waste of time and it would remove us from Elty’s first birthday that we’re here as a family to witness.”

He pulled her into a tight hug and whispered near her neck, “Did you think that perhaps Rose decided that she wanted to be here and a part of Elty’s birthday as well?”

Her hair tickled his nose as she shook her head, “She’s her mother’s daughter so she’s stubborn, but she’s also her father’s daughter, which means she doesn’t like to share. I think she’s going to hold out to make sure she doesn’t have to share a birthday with her older brother.”

He shook with laughter, “You’re probably right.”

All of the adults crowded around the present filled long table where all of the children sat. Elty was perched over the large sheet cake that had the likenesses of the Justice League painted in the frosting. Three lit candles arose from the cake and the little boy had a smile as large as the Chestier Cat. He closed his eyes for a moment and scrunched up his face causing his button nose to wrinkle. He opened his eyes and blew out the candles once everyone finished singing the song and Hermione suggested he make a wish. His bright blue eyes glimmered as he blew out all three candles in one breath. He looked around and smiled as everyone clapped.

Hermione felt another painful contraction as she used her wand to levitate the cake away. She was monitoring the time between them and so far they were about 45 minutes apart. She didn’t have anything to worry about until they were about five minutes apart. At that point they would need to floo to St. Mungo’s. She smiled as she watched Draco move the first present for Elty to open. The boy’s eyes were alit with the possibilities and she could easily see the same thirst for knowledge residing in the young boy. She knew he’d be quite the advanced student when he reached Hogwarts and his Half-Blood status wouldn’t be a deterrent.

She stood next to Ginny Potter and rubbed her stomach as she wondered if she would be right about Rose wanting her own birthday. Part of her worried that she might go into active labor at any time; however she didn’t want to worry everyone at the party. It was important for them to enjoy this occasion together. It was important that Elty felt loved by everyone around him, and it was just as important for Draco to have a moment of normalcy. Watching him with Elty, she quickly realized his son’s presence helped keep the dark thoughts and flashbacks at bay. He had something good to concentrate on, a beautiful boy that came out of the horrible situation he was in, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d find the same solitude with their daughter.

After all of the guests left except for Harry and Ginny, who stayed behind to help clean up. Hermione may’ve come to learn to live with House Elves; however she still preferred not to rely too heavily on them. She was even more headstrong about their treatment when she was so far along with her pregnancy, so her friends wished to appease her by helping clean up. However, they didn’t do it the muggle way, as they had all grown used to using magic. Hermione had her wand out helping with the cleanup, when she felt water trickle down her leg without the urge to use the restroom. She knew she was in active labor when the sharp pain struck her harder than her earlier contractions and she threw up the little amount she’d eaten. She doubled over in pain and screamed, “Draco Lucius Malfoy, you better get me to St. Mungo’s now or so help me, I’ll hex your bullocks off!”

Her mind was swimming with pain and as soon as one contraction let up she barely had a couple of minutes to breathe before the next one struck her. She was barely able to register what the other’s were saying, however she could tell that Harry was on one side and Draco was on the other, as they got her to the nearest fireplace. She continued to threaten Draco’s manhood, and other nasty hexes if he didn’t hurry up. She didn’t even understand half the nonsense she was spewing in the pain induced rage she was experiencing.

Everything went by in a flash from the moment they arrived in the lobby of the Wizarding hospital. Before she knew it she was situated in a bed and pain potions were poured down her throat. She sighed in relief and turned to Draco, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have threatened and belittled you the way I did. I was just in so much pain.”

Draco’s gray eyes sparkled as a smile lit up his face, “Have I ever told you that it is your fighting spirit that I fell in love with?”

She smiled, “I always thought it was my brains and the fact that I saved your arse.”

He shook his head and raised an eyebrow, “I believe it was Harry who rescued me from there. You just healed me and taught me that I still had a reason to live.”

She lightly smacked him on the shoulder, “It’s the same thing and you know it.”

Hermione was thankful for the pain potions because she was in active labor for far longer than she would’ve liked. Seven hours of active labor and Rose Zosma Malfoy was welcomed to the world at 12:01 am on July the 16^th 2004. Hermione stared down at her beautiful gray eyed daughter. She wasn’t sure if the eyes would stay the same color, as most babies were born with blue eyes. However the dark curls atop the little bundle’s head showed her Granger inheritance. She only hoped that her daughter would have access to better hair products and charms to control those pesky curls while in school.

She sighed as she attempted to get the tired little thing to suckle. Rose didn’t seem interested in doing anything more than sleep at the moment, and Hermione was too tired to fret. She was dozing off when the room was filled with friends and family to see the new little Malfoy. Hermione happily handed their son’s late birthday present over to Draco before collapsing into an exhausted sleep. She made a note that she needed to wait a while before considering having another child.

Draco showed off his beautiful daughter to everyone while his exhausted wife slept. Everyone’s eyes lit up upon the sight of the new Malfoy Princess. Draco looked down at his smiling son and his heart warmed. He felt more at peace than he ever thought possible. He was home and he had a family of his own. He loved his daughter as much as he loved Elty from the moment he laid his eyes upon her. He handed the little girl off to his mother, knowing that she always wanted a daughter but was disappointed when she couldn’t carry a child to term after having Draco. His mother’s eyes twinkled holding her granddaughter and his usually stoic father’s gray eyes filled with tears.

The blond wizard’s heart was light and the darkness that previously invaded his mind seemed to disappear for good. So long as he had his children and his loving wife, he knew that everything would work out in the end. The ever pessimist was beginning to see a silver lining in every dark cloud. For without rain there would never be enough water for the beautiful roses in the summer time. He sighed contently, as everything seemed perfect. He only hoped that it would last once the reporters got their hands on the story of the birth of a daughter so soon after their wedding. He didn’t know if he wanted others to know about his daughter yet. He didn’t want his family followed around by the reporters from the Daily Prophet and he definitely didn’t want them asking those horrible questions that brought the inky blackness back. He never gave an official statement about what happened to him while he was gone, but that didn’t stop Rita Skeeter from writing a book about it. It was full of inaccurate facts and exaggerations. Also, it somehow managed to paint him as anything but the victim. Blaise was assisting him with suing her for liable and having the work removed from the shelves.

He looked over at his beautiful wife and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him and whispered, “I love you.” Her eyes lids were still heavy and soon she was drifting back off to sleep. Draco’s heart swelled a second time that day and he knew that his previous assessment was correct; with them in his life the darkness would never overcome him. He was willing to go through the torture of those five years over again as long as the outcome meant he’d be as happy as he was the day his daughter was born.

A/N: I have to admit that I’m not so sure about this chapter. I mean I started losing steam but knew that I needed to have that last moment. I hope everything was wrapped up nicely because I have too many other projects demanding my attention for me to concentrate on this one. This story was a ride as it was a few of my firsts when it came to my fan fiction writing. I hope you all enjoyed the ride as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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