Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Need	By : diami25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 30263 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies and I'm not making any profits from this writing.

Chapter List
- 17
- 18
- 19
Need
by WickedDiSaster

Author
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
18: Turning
The Tables
by WickedDiSaster

He
had remained rooted to the spot throughout it all. He saw them clean
up all of the mess they had made and pull out some of the needles he
assumed were no longer necessary. One of the muggles tried to get him
out at one point but one glance was enough to know it was in vain.

He
hardly registered when more muggle healers walked in and out of the
room. When it was all over he heard Doctor Harrison approach them
telling them she would be fine. And Draco finally heard himself
breath.

He
remained motionless as the muggle continued to explain something to
Potter and Weasley, who had at some point stopped restraining him.
Slowly he walked over to the bed, the muggles had stopped fussing
over her; connecting, and disconnecting more of their devices. One of
them stopped him to tell him he couldn’t come any closer
mumbling something about sterilising, he was about to move him aside
when another muggle came into view.

“Sir,”
she had said, making him look at her. “Come with me,” it
was obvious Draco didn’t want to do such a thing but she
pressed on. “She’s going to be fine, sir. You need to
come with me now.” He wouldn’t have complied if she had
not showed him where she wanted to take him didn’t surpass the
limits of the room.

She
directed him to a spot in the corner where he realised they had
placed the babies. They were lying with their eyes closed scarcely
moving in small glass-cubicles. He noticed with slight confusion that
they had small blond curls, it didn’t seem logical to him that
her babies would be blondes until a deeper side of him registered
that he had never met a Malfoy that hadn’t inherited the trait.

They,
too, seemed to be connected to their muggle devices; he wanted to
shred them all to pieces. “How
dared, they put those things in them?!”
he thought outraged, he turned to do so and would have probably done
it if he hadn’t been in the state of shock he currently was. It
all seemed to pass dreadfully slow; his thoughts; his perception of
everything and yet it was all too much to take in.

His
outraged reaction had been stopped by the nurse that had asked him to
follow her, she seemed to have realised that he had not liked seeing
them there. “They are alright, Sir” she had pointed,
plastering a reassuring smile on her face directed to him as she
prodded him towards the cubicles. She showed him how to introduce his
hands in the two gaps that projected into gloves to let him inside
the glass-covered cribs.

He
could hear her soft murmurs of encouragement as if her voice belonged
to a distanced world. He stirred his gloved hand until he was mere
inches from the baby inside. His
baby, a
voice whispered in the back of his confounded brain.

“She
was first,”
he heard the nurse whisper, as Draco brushed a small curl from her
face, she was so small; so quiet and calmed, he thought. He wanted to
ask if she was really ok but the baby moved one of her little hands
slightly and Draco found himself touching her with the tip of his
finger. She was so little; her hand wouldn’t envelope his
finger. He ran his finger through her small body, stopping in her
chest, and watching it slowly rise as she breathed. He stopped there
for a while until he felt movement behind him. Someone was trying to
move the glass cubicle of his other baby.

“What
are you doing?” he heard himself ask with a raspy voice.

“We
have to take them to another ward, Sir. They’ll take better
care of them there, with the other babies.”

Then
he found he was standing up scorning at the preposterous idea of the
nurse. “You can’t do that! She’ll want to see them
when she wakes up.”

“Sir,
we need to–”

“They’ll
stay here, Joyce” interrupted Dr. Harrison as he approached
them in the company of Dumbledore, Pomfrey and Snape. “That
will be all, you can tell the rest to cancel the transfer now,”
Harrison continued, dismissing her from the room.

At
the sight of them Draco couldn’t help to feel overwrought. He
watched their every move as they approached the babies.

Snape,
sensing his discomfort, told him; “Draco, Pomfrey is going to
check them. She’ll just run a quick spell to see how they are
doing” Snape told him and Draco nodded once not moving one
step, as they opened the cubicle and the muggle disconnected all the
devices from his baby, then they proceeded to lift her in the air
while the little bundle softly gurgled. After a few spells the nurse
declared the baby was fine and put her back in the glass cubicle.
Before the muggle could close the cubicle again, Draco stopped him.

“We
can regulate the temperature and supervise them better this way, Mr
Malfoy” said Dr. Harrison.

Draco
casted a charm around his baby to regulate the temperature and told
him to keep it open as the Doctor plugged the devices back in so he
could still supervise their development. Pomfrey closed the space to
him and casted a purifying charm on the environment to ensure the
baby wouldn’t get sick as she glared at her father. They did
the same with her twin after that, confirming she was alright as
well.

When
they were finished Draco asked when they would be coming back.

“Miss
Granger can’t be moved now. We expect the magic of the curse to
help her recover faster to endure the trip back on Portkey, but we
won’t know until she’s conscious” Snape told him.

“What
about the security?”

“Every
member of the order is standing outside, Draco. They’ve been
there for hours now. They’re taking turns to watch.” It
wasn’t lost in Draco how Snape was the only one not ignoring
him with a tight expression in his face.

“How
long until she wakes up?” asked Draco.

“Doctor
Harrison says it could be a day or two, he says the more the better.”

“It’ll
be a day then,” Draco informed them. “She’ll want
to see them.” He then took a seat next to the babies with a
clear view to her bed and waited.

*

From
time to time he’d witness Pomfrey checking on the babies or a
muggle rounding up Hemione’s bed taking notes of her progress.
As the hours passed he witnessed all of her friends visit her; the
whole order indeed. They entered one at a time, only Potter and
Weasley took residence in the room for a long time. Weasley would
pace around for hours while Potter sat in the furthest seat from him.
Eventually one of the Weasleys took them out of the room claiming
they should get some sleep and he stayed alone, just watching her;
during the long hours of night in the perpetual silence only
perturbed by the beeping sounds of the machines, he waited.

Before
the crack of dawn one of the babies started crying, startling Draco,
who didn’t know what to do, he lifted her from her cubicle
making sure the charms Pomfrey had done were still in place, and
carried her around the room hoping to calm her down before she woke
up her sister. He was looking down at her as he cuddled her in his
arm, she was so small she fitted just fine, it made him smile to see
her bawling fists as she made her feeble attempts of screams, he
figured she was still too young and weak to master the art yet, he
travelled a finger around her tender face smiling as he did and
murmuring shushing sounds.

Right
then he noticed movement on Hermione’s bed, as he looked up he
found two large eyes staring at him, and found himself petrified by
the sight of them. He didn’t know what to do. He had wanted to
be present as she woke up, just to reassure himself of her progress,
he had wanted to see her open her eyes even if it had meant she no
longer wanted him around, which he thought would be very likely.

Now
that he was staring at those eyes, quickly filling up with tears he
started to feel his chest tighten.

It
was the most tormenting sight he’d see, she wasn’t
sobbing, per say, maybe because she wasn’t strong enough for it
yet, she was shedding tears that ran through an expression full of
sorrow on her face. It seemed to be taking a lot of effort from her,
but she was lifting her arms to her baby, signalling him to bring her
to her. It didn’t take too long before he crouched at the side
of her bed with her
baby in
his arms. He tried to place her next to her mother since he doubted
she’d be able to hold her, except Hermione wasn’t
conforming with that, she was trying to move to embrace her child,
all with great effort and in vain, so Draco decided to place a
Levitating Charm on the child, making sure the rest of the spells
casted on her, were still activated, he added a Weightless Charm to
ensure she wouldn’t hurt her mother as he brought her closer to
her bosom.

Hermione
smiled when she finally touched her daughter who had stopped crying
as soon as she encountered her mother; soon her tiny lips started
looking for her and Hermione focussed on making the piece of clothing
that separated her from her daughter to disappear. The fact that her
Wandless Magic was still stronger than her ability to move wasn’t
lost on Draco, for he could see the great exertion that it took from
her just to lift her arms to cradle her baby.

Despite
the beads of sweat Draco saw forming in her temples he observed her
blissful smile as her baby started nurturing from her. She was
mesmerized with the sight of her daughter and Draco with the sight of
her.

He
felt compelled to repeat the same words the nurse had told him when
he first saw their baby “She was the first one.” To which
Hermione surprised him whispering two words.

“I
know.”

Of
course she would, he told himself, berating his foolishness. She had
probably imprinted their faces in her mind the moment she saw them
being born. Just then, Hermione lifted her gaze to him and then moved
it around the room until she located her second child laying on one
of the corners of the room. “Could you–...?”

“Of
course” he replied, not letting her finish as he went towards
the cubicle in which his other baby lay. He took the same care as he
carried the baby back to Hermione, making sure she didn’t wake
up in the process; he applied the same charms on her as he placed her
next to her sister. Their mother couldn’t look happier as she
started to shed tears from the sheer joy of it.

Draco
took a seat next to the bed and watched them enthralled in absolute
silence, not daring to interrupt her moment of bliss.

His
mind was a maze of chaos, he didn’t regret yelling at her the
way he did, he had never been as scared of anything in his life, he
still was and he was also certain that she knew him well enough to
know this. How could he say he was sorry when he didn’t even
regret betraying her trust the way he did: in her weakest moment, in
the worst possible way; he had broken his promise and was sure she
knew that given the circumstances he would do it again.

He
had threatened her with the most treacherous of things, with that
which he knew she held most dear; her babies, her oh-so-precious
babies. He knew there was no bigger scum in the world than him. He
could still hear her voice asking him to love them, making him
promise he would take care of them. And yet it was his betrayal that
made him capable of witnessing just that love she had wanted him to
bear.

When
the sunlight crept through the window sills and his second child
finally woke up he lifted the other baby to keep her from the noise
and as the steps outside the room grew louder he casted a spell to
cover Hermione as she nurtured her daughter. It was Doctor Harrison,
who as soon as he saw her started admonishing her about her lack of
care for her health, telling her she wasn’t strong enough to
hold her baby yet. Hermione would have none of it and soon the muggle
gave up. It wasn’t long after, that her friends started to fill
the room once more while Draco secluded himself and his child against
one of the walls of the room, thinking as he looked at his child of
what he would do now that his prayers had been answered, of what he
could do to keep it that way.

*

Against
all odds they ascertained Hermione was recovering at a startling
speed and would be able to be moved soon. During their stay Draco
didn’t bat an eye, he doubted he would have been able to sleep
even if he had been provided a bed and busied himself in taking care
of his daughters and helping Hermione feed them one at a time. He
never placed them back in the cubicles and made sure he learned how
to place the necessary wards around them to warn him of anything they
needed. He learned to change them, clean them and once he learned how
the muggles and Pomfrey supervised their development he didn’t
let any muggle or wizard close to them again.

It
was during the long hours they remained in the muggle clinic, that
Draco finally learned to love his daughters the same way she had
loved them from the start.

*

The
morning of their departure Dumbledore made sure the Portkey
transported the necessary equipments to supervise Hermione’s
progress and made the essential adjustments to their room in the
Shrieking Shack to fit everything in. They had agreed that it would
be a better location than Hogwarts since they didn’t want to
risk any possibility of Voldemort finding out of the recent
developments through the students.

During
the first night in the Shrieking Shack Hermione and Draco had their
first conversation, undoubtedly started by Hermione who startled
Draco as he placed his firstborn in her crib asking him to take a sit
next to her for a moment.

As
Draco complied he watched her eyes fill up with tears and soon
understood what topic she was about to address. As soon as he
deepened one side of the bed she slowly reached a hand to his and
after the longest of moments she finally muttered the most impossible
words.

“I
forgive you” She said, making Draco doubt what he had just
heard.

“I
understand why you did it,” she continued. “You were
probably right, you know. I might not have made it if you hadn’t
done it.” The tone of her voice gave away the deep sadness she
felt.

“And
then I wouldn’t have been able to know them. To hold them.”
She said as a tear slid down her cheek.

“I
don’t think you would have really broken your promise, Draco.
Sure, I believed you when you screamed at me that you would, I even
think you believed it as well. You did the same thing when you first
found out after all, and you did try. But I know better now,”
she smiled. “I don’t think you’d have been capable
of not honouring what you knew were my last wishes. And I’m
sure they
wouldn’t have let you.” She told him as the ghost of a
smile crept up her features again.

Draco
looked down at her hand holding his before returning his stare back
at her. “You shouldn’t, Gryffindor” he said. “You
with your inevitable ways of loving, you shouldn’t forgive me.”
He couldn’t help caress her fingers back. “It’s
dangerous enough as it is. There aren’t happily-ever-afters in
this world. What will it take to convince you of not making yourself
even more vulnerable.”

“Yes,
I would have done everything in my hands to keep them out of harm’s
way, but I would have broken the promise anyway, Gryffindor, because
keeping them safe means keeping them away from me. It still does.”

“What
are you talking about?” Hermione whispered looking at his eyes
in search of an answer. Draco lowered himself to her, and touching
her forehead with his he closed his eyes letting a tear escape as he
kissed her in the most tender of ways. “I’m so sorry,
Hermione” he whispered with a pained voice as he pronounced her
name like a reverie.

“We
can’t keep them” he finally told her and anticipating her
reaction, he continued muttering in a frenzy, “If at least you
got to stay with them, Kitten. I’d gladly die for it. If only
Dumbledore were willing to keep you safe, I swear I’d walk to
the Dark Lord with open arms. If it would only keep you all safe.”

“What
are you talking about, Draco?” Hermione said with a cracked
voice.

“But
you won’t let go, ‘Mione, even if you’re strong
enough to run away from this, you can keep them safe. Why won’t
you let me go?”

“Draco!”
She shrieked, holding him harder still, tears cascading down her
eyes, which were seeking out an explanation of what he was saying. An
explanation he wouldn’t deliver. He reached out a hand to the
back of her head to bring her close, “I’m sorry” he
whispered again. “It’s not fair to you,” he said.
“I was never meant to have you, I was never meant to have them,
‘Mione. If I could just convince you, they wouldn’t have
any hold over you.”

“Draco,
what are you talking about, you are not making any sense!”

“’Mione,
the Dark Lord wants you, he wants to use you against Potter. He went
through all sorts of trouble to get you, and what I did to you ruined
everything for him. He thinks you’re going to die. He just
wanted me to witness it before he punishes me for what I’ve
done. Everyone is certain of it; they didn’t know of your
training, they don’t know how strong you’ve become. They
don’t know what you’re willing to do for them, Hermione,
there’s no way for them to know you are still alive! If you’d
let me go to them you wouldn’t have to leave them, you could
keep them safe, I’m sure Potter cold convince that conniving
old man to help you ru–”

She
slapped him.

“They’d
kill you!” she said accusing him with her realisation. “They’ve
been planning it, you said they were–”

“It
would keep them safe, Hermione.” – He interrupted her –
“I’m the only thing holding you down, they wouldn’t
have anything over you. If the Dark Lord ever discovers that my love
for you is not unrequited, Hermione, you’re smart enough to
know what he’d do. Potter would just be the beginning, if he
ever finds out about the babies it would be the end of it, ‘Mione.
If you’d just let me go, he’d never have to know.”

“No!”
She screamed at him, making the babies start crying in their cribs,
Draco went to them to lift them up and brought them to her lap
quieting their cries with hushing sounds that were filled with love.
“They don’t deserve it, ‘Mione. They can at least
keep their mother.”

His
words made her break into sobs. “There’s got to be
another way” she said, trying to control herself, covering her
mouth and shaking her head in denial, “You said– you said
we’d
have to leave them. That means there’s another way; someone has
already thought of it– Dumbledore, you mentioned him. What has
he planned? Draco, tell me.” She managed to ascertain between
gasps and tears.

“You’d
have to leave them, Mione. You don’t have to. They need you,
they deserve you, you said it yourself; they deserve to be loved.”

“They
deserve a father too, Draco! You won’t deprive them that! I
won’t let you!”

“If
he ever finds out about the babies, ‘Mione. You can’t let
him know you care for me, you’ll probably have to see me
tortured, ‘Mione. He did it to my father, I can’t let
that happen to you.” She gasped, trying to cover her sob.

“When?”

“’Mione”

“When?”
she repeated.

“When
I went home.”

“The
worms in your chest. That’s why no one can get them out. He
cursed you. Voldemort cursed you. They’re not just there to
tarnish your looks, you can feel them crawling up your body, can’t
you.”

“You
see?” he emitted a short laugh. “You can’t care
about those things, Granger. He’s bound to pick it up. You
can’t do this!”

“You
don’t know what I’m capable of! Just tell me!”

“We’d
have to fake their deaths, the Dark Lord knows I’m loyal to
you, I don’t know if he’s going to try to break through
that or see it as an advantage, Dumbledore wants me to take you to
him, claiming you don’t want to remain close to Potter any
longer, he thinks that ridding you of the babies and taking you to
his lair is bound to take me back into his good graces. He hopes
he’ll keep me as your guardian, Voldemort won’t use you
until his last confrontation with Potter, he wants it to be a
surprise attack, he knows Potter would never hurt you while you can’t
help to hurt him, he doesn’t expect any different.”

“Then
that’s what we’ll do.” She said in a resolute voice
that made Draco livid despite having known what her reaction would be
from the start, despite having given up already to this fact.

“Damn
you, you stubborn Gryffindor! You’re not just risking yourself
here, you’re risking them too. If the Dark Lord ever knows
that I’m anything more than a fancy to you. You’ll have
to see me die anyway, I’ll be damned if I allow him to have you
in his clutches. Because you can never, NEVER, you hear me, let him
know about them!” Draco sneered at her, tearing open his shirt
and pulling one of his needles out, very aware of the effect that
exploit caused, he managed to get the spiked thing an inch from her
face before he told her.

“You
better start warming up to them cause they’re bound to multiply
when I get back and you better not so much as flinch with the sight
of them, Granger.” He said as he let the spiked needle jump
back into his skin breaking it apart in a spluttering of blood and
flesh that he carefully avoided stained his children.

“They’re
going to keep their father, Draco” Hermione said with a still
stare and a defiant voice.

“It’s
not worth the risk, you obstinate witch.” Draco said
Scourgifying any trace of blood from the presence of his daughters.

“It
is, Draco” she solemnly whispered back “It is.”
- 17
- 18
- 19
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Need