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by WickedDiSaster

Author's
Notes:

This
chapter hasn’t been proof-read by any of my precious Betas, I’m
revising all the chapters from Need with their help, and so far we’ve
reached the fifth and seventh chapter. I’m updating this
because as I edited I also wrote more chapters and right now I’m
stuck in chapter 19, which means, I NEED INSPIRATION! I thought I
would post this and ask… What
would you like to see next?
Ideas anyone?

Chapter
17: Promises
by WickedDiSaster

It
happened in a Muggle hospital, two months before scheduled; just as
school had started again, although this time they no longer needed to
assist classes. It was suppose to be in the shack, or so Hermione had
wished, but the sudden painful spurts of magic that took her to a
premature delivery happened as they were nearing the anniversary of
their first time together. Draco couldn’t help to think he was
paying for all his sins on that blasted day.

They
had been visiting the Headmaster in Hogwarts, the muggle healer that
took care of Hermione took a long time to arrive and none of the
calming draughts that Draco had learned to administer worked. They
had taken her to the infirmary and the useless nurse of the school
told Draco she had entered in labour, even though he refused to
believe it at first, one look at Snape confirmed it. When the muggle
finally arrived to the infirmary, her friends had arrived too; even
Potter, who had stayed on the request of Hermione. It seemed
incredible that they had managed to hide everything that was
happening from the students.

The
muggle informed them that he needed to take her to his clinic and
even though everyone protested the old fool ended up providing the
Portkey that transported them all in the end. The arrival was
disastrous, it made Hermione sick to the point of unconsciousness,
the muggle informed them they needed to wake her up and savagely
injected something directly into her chest to Draco’s dismay.

The
Doctor shouted for more assistants and despite their initial shock at
finding them all there; the muggles started to work on her, applying
yet more of what Draco thought were muggle potions, to everyone’s
consternation; through even more needles.

One
of the muggle assistants had the audacity of ordering him to leave.
He was about to give her a piece of his mind when Potter told her
that he was the father. Then he turned to ask the rest to leave but
the muggle healer that had brought them here, stopped the assistant,
telling her there was no time and that they would stay.

“Draco!”
Her broken voice was barely audible but loud enough to have him next
to her the next second. She was holding his hand in a really tight
grip and besides the pain it caused him, it gave him a great relief
to feel her; to have a solid proof she was still fighting, still with
him.

She
was lying on her side while a muggle introduced yet another needle in
the middle of her back, informing them it would sooth the pain.
Hermione was nodding her head while he watched her hold the pain of
yet another tremor cursing through her body. The muggle yelled and
pulled back exclaiming that she swore she heard a bone fracture.

The
muggle Draco now remembered was called Doctor Harrison, informed them
that they should start preparing for more fractures as the delivery
proceeded and asked Snape to come over. Draco stopped listening after
that. He barely paid attention to the dumbfounded faces of the
muggles or the potions that Snape handed the doctor. Everything
started to happen in slow motion for him, he never took his eyes from
hers, taking in every expression of pain, every frown of
concentration and every drop of blood that ran down her jaw from the
pressure of her teeth against her skin; he had never been as scared
of anything in his life. He never heard the murmurs around, the
whispers of encouragement her friends sent her way. “Hold
on, Hermione” “you can do this” “Stay with
us, Miss Granger” “Push, m’am. Push!”
it was all a painful blur of noises to Draco. He couldn’t look
at anything else. He just stared at her with utmost terror; pleading,
begging; praying to whichever deity that they didn’t take her
from him. From time to time she would look back at him and he knew,
he was certain that she knew; he wouldn’t be able to go
on as she
had wished, he just couldn’t. Then she would turn to the rest
and start all over again.

He
never heard the first cry of a baby; he just saw her soft smile as
her gaze followed it away, until another muggle brought her back to
yet more pain. The second time it happened her sigh of relief and her
smile as she slowly let go of the tight grip on his wrist brought him
to a halt. It all stopped for him; the sounds, the movements, the
flashes of light around him, he could feel his heart stop beating as
he yelled “NO!” making her glance back at him with eyes
barely open. When her eyes focussed on him, he shook his head and
screamed at her at the top of his lung “I WON’T!”
He was threatening her, he knew she would understand. How Slytherin
of him, how low, he felt a hand trying to pull him away in vain; he
knew the Gryffindor idiots would try to stop him. He knew it was the
most despiteful thing he could do, he was aware of just how low and
treacherous he was being, and in the worst possible moment, too.

He
just didn’t care.

He
never looked away from her, he wanted her to be certain “I
won’t take care of them!” She tried to whisper something
that sounded like promise
and he launched himself forward before she closed her eyes again “Not
Without you! You know I won’t! You know I can’t!”
He thought he saw her nod before he was pushed backwards. He found
himself restrained in the back of the room as the muggles, along with
Dumbledore, Pomfrey and Snape worked on her. He thought he heard
whispers of people telling him how much of an utter piece of shit he
was, but he didn’t pay attention. He never stopped looking.

He
saw them try to revive her as they placed on top of her chest
something that made her body thrash about the bed, saw them apply
even more needles on her, he saw how they were connecting her to lots
of muggle contraptions that looked like boxed glued to tubes to him,
some of them moved, and he heard them imply it would help her breath,
some of them emitted sounds that tuned to the beats of her heart, he
saw them clean her up only to bath her in more potions that marred
her skin, and then cut her body open and then saw them mend the
fractured bones and heal her organs, to later stitch her skin back
together. By then Dumbledore and Pomfrey were not assisting them and
Snape stood on the opposite end of the room.

He
saw the muggles mutter among themselves and scuttle around her bed in
desperate and diligent motions for hours until their frantic actions
started to slow down into what he hoped started to be a common
procedure. He didn’t dare to think they had somehow given up.
He kept staring at the moving tubes that were suppose to help her
breath and kept looking at the screen that draw and mimicked the
sounds of her heart. He thought the lines it made looked worse than
the drawings of a two year old but the muggles seemed to be pacified
by what they saw in it after a while, and it pacified him as well.
Even as he watched how they proceeded to stitch the wounds they’d
open in her.

Long
after the room started to empty he was left staring at her and the
muggle contraptions that surrounded her.
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