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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70649 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A.N. @dcyr, I don’t know if you’re reading this story, but thanks for the sweet review. :)

Hermione woke the day before her birthday feeling like she was going to be sick. She hurried to the bathroom and lost the contents of last night’s dinner. Her nausea didn’t abate and she got sick three more times before she rinsed her mouth and crawled back into bed.

She woke at noon, feeling weak but much better. In fact, she felt almost herself. Her afternoon class would start in a few hours and she was confident if she took it easy, she could likely make it to her creative writing lab.

The morning of Hermione’s twentieth birthday had her throwing up the tea and crackers she had consumed the night before.

Merlin, I didn’t even eat very much last night.

She had class, but decided to go to the Student Health Center and see if she could get something for a stomach bug.

I can’t believe I’m sick on my birthday.

“Miss Granger, are you sexually active?” the attending nurse asked.

“Yes,” she said with confusion. Maybe the nurse wanted to make sure she was using protection?

“The symptoms you’re describing sound like morning sickness. When was your last period?” The nurse handed Hermione a small calendar.

“I don’t have regular cycles.”

“What do you use for protection?”

Not able to tell her that she used a contraception spell, she lied. “Condoms.”

“Let me get a test ready and we can rule out pregnancy, okay?”

Hermione nodded and thought about the possibility of a pregnancy. She hadn’t had sex with Theo since early June. She had sex with Draco at the beginning of August. It was now September 19^th and most likely if she was pregnant, it was with Draco’s baby.

The nurse handed Hermione a small cup and instructed her to pee in it. When she had done what the nurse asked, the nurse left the room to test her urine. The nurse came back to the room a few minutes later, looking at a folder.

The chubby, stern-faced woman sat and looked at Hermione with a sympathetic expression.

“Your pregnancy test came back positive.” She patted Hermione’s hand.

“It’s my birthday today,” Hermione whispered as tears slipped down her cheeks.

“My dear, you have choices. I’m going to give you some information and I want you to come back on Monday. The receptionist will make you an appointment.” The nurse stood and handed Hermione several brochures.

She was in a daze as she walked back to her dorm.

After picking up her mail in the lobby of her dorm, Hermione went back to her room, undressed and got back into bed. Her life was unraveling. She fell into a fitful sleep, glad that it was Saturday the next day so she could sleep in. If she didn’t get the morning wake up call she’d had the past couple of days.

Draco had thought he would surprise Hermione with a birthday visit, but at breakfast his parents asked to speak to him. His mother’s eyes were red and puffy.

Lucius looked at his son. “Draco, at my yearly checkup with Healer Brown, he noticed some issues with my lungs. A scan was done and they found several tumors on both lungs.”

“The healers can take care of your lungs, right?” Draco asked, noticing his mother wiping tears from her eyes.

“Magic can cure most forms of cancer, but lung cancer is not one of them. Muggle medicine doesn’t really have a good cure for lung cancer, but I’d be willing to look at my options there.” Lucius gave Draco a heartbreakingly sympathetic smile.

“How long do you have?” Draco asked, his voice cracking.

“Healer Brown thinks I have at least six months.”

Narcissa sobbed and covered her face. Lucius rubbed her back soothingly and whispered in her ear. It was disconcerting to see his mother so distraught. Draco couldn't remember seeing her cry.

“Son, I know this is a lot to ask of you, but you need to start taking over most of my duties. Your mother and I will help you, but you’re the face of Malfoy Holdings now. The treatments for lung cancer can be quite debilitating.”

Taking a deep breath, Draco nodded. “Of course, Father. I won’t let you down.”

“We know, Draco, we know.”

Narcissa looked at her son and tremulously smiled. “Today is Hermione’s birthday, correct?”

“It is. I had planned on visiting her, but perhaps today is not the right day to leave.”

“You should go to New York. I have a small gift for her,” Narcissa told him.

“That was thoughtful, Mother.”

“You will find that with the right woman you can weather life’s storms. I hope you will be as fortunate in love as your father and I have been.”

“I do as well, Mother. When I return on Sunday evening perhaps we can discuss where I should start with the company.”

The Malfoy parents nodded at Draco and all three quietly finished their breakfasts.

Draco knocked on the door to Hermione’s dorm room. Julia opened the door and looked at Draco with wide eyes.

“Hello, is Hermione in?”

Julia nodded and opened the door for him. He was surprised to find her lying under the covers, facing the wall. Julia slipped out the door.

He sat at the edge of her bed and put his hand on her shoulder. “Hey birthday girl. Are you ill?”

Hermione turned and shook her head. “I need to tell you something, Draco.”

Very skeptically, Draco nodded. This did not sound good at all.

“I’ve been sick the past few mornings, so I went to the Student Health Center for something for my stomach,” she said, stopping to calm her breathing. “The nurse did a test and…I’m so sorry, Draco, but I’m pregnant.” Tears welled in her already red eyes.

This had to be a bad dream. First his father, now this? What the fuck?

“Get up, get dressed and pack your bag for the weekend. We’re going back to the penthouse. We need to talk. Meet me in the lobby in 10 minutes.”

Draco looked at her for a few seconds before he left the room.

When Hermione met him in the lobby a few minutes later, Draco took her bag and they walked out of the dorm.

“Are there any good places to Apparate?” Draco asked.

“The edge of the campus is fairly deserted and private.”

“Okay. Lead the way.”

Hermione’s stress dropped as Draco took her cold hand in his. She squeezed his hand in thanks.

“I’ll side-along Apparate us to the Penthouse.”

“Alright, Malfoy.”

Hermione leaned on him as they Apparated to the sky-high living room. Draco led her to the couch and sat her down.

“I need a drink. Do you want anything?”

“No, thank you.”

He sat next to her once he had a tall glass of firewhisky. He let out a long breath.

“Talk to me, Granger.”

“The nurse said most women have morning sickness at about six to eight weeks of pregnancy. We, um, had sex at my flat at the beginning of August.”

“When was the last time you were with Theo?” Draco had to know. He didn’t want to find out at the last minute that the baby was another man’s. He might lose Hermione and the child in one fell swoop if that was the case.

Hermione blushed and looked away. “In early June.”

What a bloody relief. Draco would have his family’s healer check the pregnancy when she returned to England.

“I don’t remember casting a contraception spell that night.”

“I don’t think I did either. I’m not sure why, I’m usually so good about it,” Hermione said.

Draco gave her a smirk. “You were subconsciously trying to trap me into marriage.”

Hermione started to cry in earnest. “I would never do that, but that’s what it’ll look like to everyone. My parents are going to kill me.”

He pulled her into his arms. “You won’t believe it, but this is not the worst news I’ve received today.”

Hermione gave a watery laugh. “I don’t believe you.”

“My father has lung cancer. They told me at breakfast this morning.”

“Oh, love, I’m so sorry. I know what the Muggle treatment is, but what do they do for wizards?”

“Unfortunately not much more than Muggles. His doctor thinks he has about six months.”

Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth to cover a sob. She crawled into Draco’s lap and held him tightly.

“He’s too young to die,” Draco whispered into her neck.

“He is.”

Hermione lightly combed through his short hair with her fingers as he rested his head on her chest, over her heart.

“Your boobs feel bigger.”

Hermione laughed. “They feel sore, too.”

He kissed the skin over her heart. “Do you think you’ll stay here?”

“I don’t know. I thought about withdrawing from school this afternoon after I left the clinic, but I wanted to talk to you first. What do you think I should do?”

Hermione didn’t generally ask for Draco’s opinion, he realized. Not that he blamed her. He hadn’t shown her very much maturity or prudence.

“Come home. We need each other. But don’t decide today.”

“I won’t.”

“Can you eat something, Hermione? You need to start taking better care of yourself.”

“I’ll try to eat, but I don’t have an appetite.”

Draco stood and pulled her to her feet and walked her to the stocked kitchen, ready to entice her with the assortment of foods he’d had his elves prepare for her birthday.

They lounged on the couch after dinner, Draco having persuaded Hermione to eat some cut fruit, crackers, and a chocolate cupcake with cream cheese frosting.

“My parents sent you this,” Draco said, handing her a beautifully wrapped package.

“How kind of them to remember me when they have so much on their plates.”

She carefully unwrapped the package, finding a Gryffindor red cashmere scarf.

“Huh. That’s not usually a color she chooses,” Draco observed.

“I think your mother’s acknowledging my house.”

“Suppose so. It’s a good color on you.”

Hermione didn’t say anything, but fingered the soft scarf and stared at the floor.

“Why are you so calm? I feel like my life’s spinning out of control. Are you angry?” She looked at Draco, trying to discern what he was feeling.

“I’m not angry,” he said, pulling her feet into his lap. “Nothing feels real to me yet. My father looked like himself this morning, so it’s hard to imagine him declining. You’re so tiny it’s unbelievable to me that you could be pregnant.”

“How do you think your parents will react? Maybe it would be better not to tell them until it’s closer to that time.”

Draco laughed. “Oh, come on, Granger! You don’t think they’d figure something out?”

“Will they be upset about a half-blood baby?” Hermione asked carefully. Accepting Hermione as Draco’s girlfriend was one thing, but bringing a half-blood Malfoy into the world was another issue altogether.

“My parents were married for eight years before I was born. They wanted another child but it didn’t happen for them. Most pure-bloods aren’t like the Weasleys. So, I guess I’m saying they may welcome a Malfoy baby, even though the timing is poor.”

Draco kneaded her feet as Hermione made herself comfortable on the sofa. All of a sudden she was exhausted by the events of the day. Heavy lids fluttered closed and her breathing evened out into sleep as Draco continued to massage her feet.

So much for taking it slow.
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