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Three Conditions	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48512 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the HP universe. JK Rowling does. I just borrow her toys and put them back in reletively decent shape when I'm through. I make no money doing this, which is why I work two jobs.

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Half way. They were half way there. Harry looked horrible. His skin was sallow with dark circles etched under his eyes. His hair had fallen out from the stress and his jaw bones protruded in a way that reminded her of a grotesque skeleton. He barely had the strength to moan anymore. But he was still alive. And thee cancer was retreating. Somehow, Snape had also managed to adjust the potions to help with Harry’s vomiting. He was still nauseous and could barely keep anything down, but it didn’t come back up anymore. She considered that progress too.
It was strange, the milestones they were celebrating now. Before, a milestone was something monumental, like finishing Hogwarts, landing a job, or felling an enemy. Now, milestones were sleeping for more than 2 hours without screaming in pain, keeping chicken broth down, and sitting up for more than a few minutes at a time. Priorities now were making sure Harry got what he needed, giving Nia and Snape a break, and making sure she managed to eat enough to keep the baby happy. The crippling fear of choosing which gilded cage to live in was ages ago. Now, she’d settle for watching Harry’s bony chest rise and fall.
“You need to eat,” Draco murmured.
She nodded and watched Harry’s chest rise and fall again. It was a stilted breath, but it was still a breath. “They should be back soon.”
“Hermione,” he warned. “It’s been 8 hours. You need food and rest.”
“So do they,” she said, her eyes never wavering. “They’ve been up for two days. They need a rest. And I can’t leave him alone.”
“At least eat something now,” he said quietly. “I know you won’t leave him but I don’t like you going so long between meals.”
“You sound like my mum,” she said quietly.
“Or your bloody husband,” he grumbled. “Just… please.”
She sighed and looked at him, taking in the haggard appearance. Worry was starting to etch into his smooth porcelain features. His hair, normally perfect, was in slightly greasy disarray, hanging limply in his eyes. He’d surprised her more and more every day, becoming quietly attentive and less verbally biting. It was… strange… but in a good way. She wondered if she would have fallen for him in school if he’d been more like this back then. But that was neither here nor there. She didn’t have the luxury of mulling it over anyway.
“Fine. Can you bring me something?”
He nodded and stood, dropping a kiss on her brow before stalking out the door. Hermione allowed a small smile to grace her face before she got up and crossed the room to sit beside Harry. Her legs and back were aching from being still for so long. But there was nothing for it.
“I think he loves you,” Harry croaked.
Hermione jumped and almost fell off the chair. “Oh! You playing possum again?”
Harry smiled weakly and opened his eyes. “Not really trying. It’s just hard to keep my eyes open. But I can still hear just fine. He’s worried about you.”
“More like he’s worried about his son,” she said solemnly.
Harry snorted. “Just keep telling yourself that.”
She rolled her eyes. “And what else could there possibly be.”
“He cared enough to knock you up,” he said with a pained shrug. “Which you’ll argue something along the lines of convenience, alcohol, and coincidence. But he also went mad looking for you when you disappeared, before he even knew about the baby.”
“Just mad that his toy left,” she grumbled.
He hummed. “I’d expect a tantrum from Malfoy. Not a full-on stocking of your family and friends. And he showed up pretty damned fast, you know. I imagine dropping everything in an hour wasn’t easy.”
She shrugged because she didn’t have an answer for that. But still. “If someone called you and said you’d fathered a child… what would you do?”
He laughed. “Disapparate immediately.”
“Exactly.”
“But I wouldn’t marry them.”
“He didn’t exactly have a choice, you know. You made a deal with Mwinyi.”
“Malfoy could have let you marry him,” Harry pointed out.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh really? And when it came time to explain why this baby will look like Malfoy?”
“Got me again,” Harry said with a smirk. “I swear, it’s like arguing with a brick wall.”
She laughed. “That’s why you love me.”
“Of course,” he said softly and then sighed. “How does it look?”
She shrugged helplessly. “You look like the lead character in a Halloween movie. But Nia says you’re doing well. We can only hope and fight.”
Harry nodded and frowned. “I keep asking myself if it’s worth it. I’ve already served my purpose. I took care of Voldemort. What more is there?”
Hermione brushed away sudden tears. “Don’t you want to find out? You have your whole life to find out what’s next. You could have love, adventure, experiences beyond your wildest imaginations. I mean, before this happened, what were you looking forward to?”
“Honestly?” he whispered. “A family. I wanted a family. But then I had to go and turn up gay.”
She snorted. “Being gay has nothing to do with having a family. The wizarding world isn’t quite as open to alternative lifestyles as the muggle world, though they allow it. But family is more than a piece of paper, Harry. As far as I’m concerned, you’re my family, closer than a brother. You’re my heart. We’ve been through so much together… and… I can’t do this without you.”
“Sure you can,” he said, reaching out to grab her hand. “If there is one thing I know, it’s that if there is one person in this world who can handle anything, it’s you.” She tried to pull away but he held on, weakly but insistent. “It’s true, Hermione. You’ve saved my life more times than I can count. You held me and Ron together. You read that bloody book obsessively and followed the clues that no one else could have pieced together.”
“Books and cleverness,” she said quietly, patting his hand. “That’s all I have.”
“It’s more than that,” Harry chided. “You are going to be an amazing mum, Hermione. I have no doubt about that.”
“But I don’t want to do it alone,” she croaked.
“You won’t be.” Draco marched through the door with a bowl full of fruit, dried meat, and a glass of broth. “I might not be the savior of the wizarding world, Granger, but I’m not leaving you or our son. You have my word as a wizard on that one.”
Hermione took the offered food sheepishly. “That’s not what I meant, you know.”
“I know,” Draco said quietly as he took up his seat across the room. “But I’ve never liked playing second fiddle to Potter.”
Harry snorted. “That was your own doing, Malfoy.”
“At first,” Draco conceded. “You rebuffed my handshake because I was a little shit. But I changed, Potter. I changed and no one noticed.”
“No one could notice,” Hermione said quietly as she nibbled on a piece of fruit. “Or you’d be dead.”
Draco tapped his nose and shrugged. “And now I don’t have to worry about a despot murdering me in my sleep… or while I was awake. All I have to worry about is how to avoid being a shit father and husband like mine was.”
“You’re taking this whole husband thing a little far, don’t you think?” Hermione sniffed.
Draco smirked. “When in Rome.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You just like messing with me.”
“Well,” he drawled, eyes going hot. “I like doing something with you.”
“Gross,” Harry croaked. “And isn’t that how you two got into this mess in the first place?”
Draco chuckled. “Look at it this way, Potter. If I hadn’t knocked up your friend, you’d be hard pressed to find someone able to contribute to that potion.”
Harry sighed. “And that’s the rub.”
Hermione frowned. “Seems a little bit too much like a coincidence, doesn’t it?”
Draco laughed. “Seems to me, fate isn’t quite done with the great Harry Potter yet.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Spare me.”
“Just shut up and drink your broth, Potter. It’s laced with the proper potions. You need to keep your strength up.”
Harry sighed. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to endure this.”
Draco snorted. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft, Potter.”
“No,” Harry whispered as he slowly drank his broth. “Not soft. Just… tired.”
“Sorry Potter,” Snape called as he marched into the room. “But if I don’t get to rest, neither do you.”
Harry snorted and shook his head. “Is it time then?”
“Not quite,” Snape said, motioning to Nia behind him. “We believe you’re not quite up to is yet.”
Harry frowned. “But if we delay, won’t that hurt my recovery?”
“Why bother?” Snape snapped. “You’re tired.”
Harry growled. “Yes, I’m tired. But I’m not dead yet.”
“Then drink that broth and let’s get on with it,” Snape hissed.
“Fine,” Harry spat and tried his hardest to drink it down while maintaining eye contact with his longtime rival.
Draco motioned for Hermione to leave. Sensing the tension, she patted Harry on the shoulder and followed left.
“I’m not sure if Snape is going to murder him or fuck him into the mattress,” Draco said once they were safely ensconced in their hut.
Hemione frowned. “What?”
“Oh, come on,” Draco huffed. “Tell me you don’t see it.”
“See what, exactly?”
“He’s purposefully goading Potter into fighting so he won’t give up.”
“And….”
He threw his hands up in a huff. “And? Snape never does anything unless he has an angle. What’s this one? He’s already got you locked into an apprentice contract, survival or not.”
“His vow to Lily,” Hermione said quietly as she finished the last of her meal. “He’ll always honor that.”
Draco snorted. “That vow died with the Dark Lord. No. I’ll bet my entire fortune there’s something else going on. The sexual tension is so thick in there I was afraid they’d catch on fire.”
Hermione chuckled. “That figures.”
“Oh?”
She nodded. “It would take death to force their hands. I always thought they’d be good together…. If they didn’t kill each other first.”
“So Potter’s got a thing for the bat of the dungeons, eh?”
She shrugged. “He’d never admit it.”
“Neither would Snape,” he said with a smirk. “Guess they have a lot in common.” His face fell. “Maybe they’ll be able to do the ritual.”
Her heart skipped. “It’s not going well, is it?”
“It is,” he assured her. “They’re just not sure it’s enough.”
She nodded in understanding. “He needs a stronger attack.”
He nodded. “But I’m not sure that Snape can do it alone.”
She bit her lip. “Tell me more about the ritual?”
He pulled her into their sleeping cot so he could spoon against her. He loved holding her like this, rubbing her swollen belly. Truth be told, she did too. The influx of his magic helped managed her energy level. And he was so warm. And sexy. Damn her hormones.
He chuckled when she shivered but didn’t make a move. “The basic theory is easy. We accomplished it the other day. Sex, climax, healing. But the ritual is a little different. La Petite Morte does heal, but it’s a general healing spell, a gentle one. It’s great for headaches and aches and pains, even colds and the flu. But to garner the ability to heal things like cancer, it takes one hell of a focus.”
She snorted. “I find it difficult to focus at a time like that.”
He grinned against her neck. “You cast the spell while you’re still in your right mind. Then you direct the energy towards the spell. It’s already set. You just have to finish.”
“So why is it so dangerous?”
“In flagrante delicto?” he offered. The spell still takes concentration, just not the level of words. It’s a level of actions and direction. Remember the broom closet at the Ministry Ball?”
She shivered. “Yeah.”
“Well,” he purred, leaning down to kiss her jaw. “What would have happened if someone had walked in when I had my nose so far in your cunny that I had to hold my breath?”
She struggled valiantly to remain calm. “It would be like throwing a bucket of cold water on me.”
“Exactly. The spell would waiver and break and that much built up energy… deadly.”
“Well, that explains the couple on the run. The other?”
“They were trying a magical combination spell, which is what I suspect we would need to use. There must be a deep connection between all parties for the spell to properly set. They just had determination, no roots or history.”
“And we do?”
He scoffed. “Of course we do. You and Potter are a given. And if what you say is true about those two, once again, we’re good. Now, Snape and I have a life debt or three between us and he’s been a friend in some very dark times in my life. You and I are a given. And Snape is now your Master.”
“What about you and Harry?”
He sighed. “It’s a weak link, I’ll admit. But animosity is still a strong link. I might not like the git, but he was there for you when I couldn’t be… when I should have been. And he feels very strongly about me being in my son’s life. It should be enough.”
“It’s got to be,” she whispered. “But how is it done.”
“Uncomfortably,” he answered. “We’ll all be nude, as one usually is for these kinds of things. Less hindrance that way. But Nia will need to be present as well. Once the healing spell sets in Potter, she’ll need to control any backlash.”
“But won’t she get hurt?”
“I don’t know,” he said, obviously at a loss. “I guess as long as she doesn’t interrupt, she should be fine.”
“That’s really sketchy,” she growled.
“We’re already flying without a broom, Hermione. What else can we do?”
She hummed. “I still don’t like it, but I don’t know. So what’s next?”
“We’ll need to seal the hut and station guards on the outside so no one can interrupt. We’ll cast the spell exactly how we need it, and then… we’ll fuck like nifflers.”
“Great,” she said flatly. “Just what I always wanted, a sex party with my best friend.”
“It gets worse,” he murmured. “We’ll all need to maintain contact with each other. We can’t just fuck in one corner while they fuck in the other. This is an interactive spell. And we’ll all have to try our damnedest to finish at the same time.”
“That’s impossible,” she whispered in horror.
“We’ll, it isn’t easy,” he hedged. “I mean, sometimes it takes everything I have not to blow my load like a virgin when I’m inside you.”
She bit her lip, trying desperately to quell the heat that was rising in her groin. “That’s not…”
“You’re worried about losing it when your friend is there.”
“Well, yeah. It’s… horribly awkward.”
“What’s worse, an awkward sex session with your best friend, or watching him die because you couldn’t suck it up?”
She sighed. “Fine. So we… we have sex and all that entails. What happens then?”
“We’ll come and when our souls escape, the spell catches them. They’ll rotate in the spell, generate energy, and then fly back. When we come back to ourselves, the spell will hit Potter like a wand blast. No one can move until that spell is done. From what Snape can tell, the room will go dark, pitch black. You can only move when visibility is restored. From there, Nia heals the rest.”
“And we hope,” she whispered.
He nodded. “And we hope.”
“How do you get four people to come at the same time?”
Draco grinned and nibbled on her ear. “Practice.”
AN: Hey guys. I'm alive! Honest. I finished my first novel and I started on the second, but this one has been evading me. I found that trying to write about cancer after having watched someone survive it makes it very hard. The more time goes by, the less raw it is. But all it takes is one scare and all of those feelings come back. So, I decided to sit down and finish this sucker. I didn't even give my self time to beta it so I could just get it done. I finally have a clear enough head to see the end. So, to those who have stuck around, thank you for not giving up. As always, thank you to those who reviewed. I welcome them all, good, bad, and ugly. And I promise I'll try to get this finished quickly. Until next time... love you guys.
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