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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: To Mamacita, thanks as ever for being the best beta in the world. My punctuation sucks without you!
Voracious Reader — I’m really sorry if I offended you in any way. That honestly wasn’t my intention as I acknowledged with my comment to you that Hermione would be just fine as long as she remained completely faithful to Lucius. I agree that he is somewhat unhinged, although I do believe he really is trying to be nice. What I meant was that Werewolfhime is so completely focussed on Lucius being a nice guy she ignores the bad side of him and could do with taking a look at your viewpoint for a more balanced perspective (although I do love her complete enthusiasm for Lucius). I’m really sorry to hear you were stalked. I myself have had this happen and I know it’s not nice — although fortunately, mine wasn’t as serious as yours sounds. I did threaten calling the police which was enough to get him to back off, but regardless it’s definitely not a good situation to be in.
Avanell — well the guys had to come round eventually didn’t they — after all they are her best friends and have been for a long time. Draco is an interesting one, isn’t he?
Heidi191976 – Yep, the baby’s coming!
Catysmom – Thanks for your review.

But Hermione wasn’t fine.
By the time the feast was due to start she was in real pain. The backache was still there but it had been overtaken by stomach cramps that were getting worse and worse. Hermione didn’t want to admit it to anyone, but she was scared. She had read all the books on childbirth and knew this was natural, but she hadn’t expected it to be quite so painful. The books had all said it would be like a bad period pain. This was nothing like a period pain and far more painful.
Taking yet another deep breath, she forced herself off her bed, where she had spent the last few hours, and went down to the common room, where the boys’ chess game was still in progress. They looked up as she entered, their expressions giving away the fact that she looked awful. Harry rushed over to help her.
‘Are you okay, Hermione?’ he asked.
Hermione nodded. ‘Still in pain,’ she hissed. ‘And I’m walking even slower if that’s possible.’
Ron smiled. ‘Do want us to carry you?’ he asked wickedly.
Hermione considered it for a moment. ‘Can you do it without jolting me at all?’ she asked half-seriously.
‘I don’t think so,’ Harry replied.
‘Then I’d better not,’ she said. ‘Otherwise, I’ll end up going into labour or something.’
Ron looked concerned. ‘You don’t think you are in labour, do you?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No. I’m not due for another couple of weeks. It’s just a false labour, you know, to get you ready for the real thing. I just hope the real thing isn’t as painful!’
The boys took an arm each and helped her out of the portrait hole and down the corridor towards the Great Hall. They had to stop a few times as Hermione had painful contractions, but eventually, they made it to the feast. As they took their seats Hermione winced. She couldn’t sit down just now. She wandered down to the Ravenclaw table to talk to Luna, then wandered back to her seat again by the longest route possible.
She glanced up at the staff table, aware that several sets of eyes were on her. The Headmaster was smiling benignly at her, Professor Snape was looking concerned, as was Madam Pomfrey. The nurse beckoned her over and Hermione slowly made her way up to the table to talk to her.
‘Is everything all right, Miss Granger?’ the woman asked her.
Hermione felt the urge to just say yes, but she didn’t feel okay. ‘Not really,’ she admitted. ‘I’ve had a bad backache all day and stomach cramps. I took a potion for the backache earlier but it didn’t even touch it. The cramps are getting worse and I’m not sure I can sit down, at least not for the whole feast.’
The nurse studied her critically for a few seconds.
‘I think I’d better examine you,’ she announced. ‘I think you could be in labour.’ She rose and, taking Hermione’s hand, led her from the room.

‘Lie down on the bed,’ Madam Pomfrey said, pointing to a bed as they entered the Hospital Wing. She went to the sink and washed her hands.
‘I don’t think I can,’ Hermione said unhappily. ‘It hurts!’
‘Don’t be so silly, girl,’ Madam Pomfrey said tartly, and she pushed Hermione onto the bed.
Almost immediately Hermione felt the need to go to the toilet, but Madam Pomfrey made her stay put while she examined her.
‘Yes, you’ve gone into labour, dear,’ she announced. ‘It looks like your waters have just broken. Perhaps you might want to go to the toilet now.’ She helped Hermione off the bed. ‘No need to panic, I’m sure you’ve got a few hours to go yet.’
‘But I’m not due for another two weeks,’ Hermione wailed.
Madam Pomfrey laughed. ‘Babies come when they want to, dear. They never worry about calendars. Yours is obviously desperate to see the world.’
Hermione waddled to the toilet. She felt really uncomfortable now. And she seemed to be leaking. Another contraction came and she moaned, pushing down. It felt a little better. But she couldn’t sit on the toilet forever. She went back to the ward. There was another contraction. Madam Pomfrey timed it, not seeming overly concerned about it. She wandered off and made a note on Hermione’s chart.
‘Do you want me to get you some food?’ she asked kindly.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Not hungry. Too much pain,’ she said through gritted teeth.
Madam Pomfrey smiled. ‘You should eat something, you know, Miss Granger. It’ll keep your strength up. I think you could be in for a long night. First pregnancies usually take between eight and fourteen hours.’
Hermione stared at her in horror. She couldn’t even begin to imagine being in this much pain for another fourteen hours.
‘Can I see Ron and Harry?’ she asked miserably.
‘I don’t see why not,’ Madam Pomfrey replied. ‘You’re not about to give birth just yet. Do you want to lie down again?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, I need to walk. It’s my back that hurts most.’
She gasped.
‘Another contraction, dear?’ Madam Pomfrey asked, making a note on the chart again. She looked at her watch. ‘You’re about twelve minutes apart now. We’ll have a better idea of the time once they speed up a bit. I’m going to leave you for a few minutes. You’ll be fine, just breathe hard if a contraction comes. I’ll tell your friends you want to see them and arrange for some food.
Hermione thought quickly. ‘Madam Pomfrey, can you tell Professor Snape, please? I need him to contact the father and let him know I’m in labour.’
Madam Pomfrey looked surprised. ‘I thought Mr Weasley was the father.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No. Not Ron. He’s just my friend.’
She watched as Madam Pomfrey left, hoping she would indeed, tell Snape so he could contact Lucius. She really wanted him here with her. She was sure he would know a way to ease the pain although, she thought ruefully, knowing Lucius he would tell her it involved anal sex. At that thought, she laughed out loud. Laughing was good, it meant she wasn’t crying or screaming, and she felt like doing both at the moment.
Hermione walked around the room again, slowly looking at each painting, trying to take her mind off the pain. It wasn’t working. And how much time had passed now? She looked at her watch. Oh God, it had only been ten minutes!
A few seconds later another contraction hit and she bent over the bed, crying her eyes out and praying to every god she could think of that this wouldn’t go on for another fourteen hours.

Hermione had just begun to think she would go mad when Ron and Harry arrived, both of them looking curiously queasy.
‘What’s the matter with you two?’ she asked irritably.
‘You’re not giving birth yet?’ Ron said carefully.
‘No, I’m still in labour. Contractions are nine minutes apart, which Madam Pomfrey reckons means that I’ve got another ten or twelve hours to go.’ She looked pained.
‘That long?’ Harry said in surprise. Ron looked horrified.
‘Apparently, it can take up to fourteen hours, but I’m hoping I’ve already been through a few hours of it. I don’t know what’s worse — the back pain, the contractions, or the bloody waiting.’
The boys chuckled.
‘And there isn’t anything we can do. Unfortunately, you two are stuck with me moaning at you for the next few hours.’
‘Nothing new there, then,’ said Ron cheekily
Hermione tried to thump him but he easily dodged out of her way.
‘So what are we going to do for the next twelve hours?’ Ron asked. ‘We should have brought the chess set with us.’
‘Oh yes,’ Hermione said sarcastically. ‘What fun that would have been, to watch you two playing wizard’s chess all night. Scintillating. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.’
‘No need to take it out on us,’ Ron said grumpily.
Harry sighed. He had a feeling it was going to be a very long night.

Hermione was still pacing, walking back and forth between her bed and the toilet. She was driving Ron mad and he was having trouble keeping his temper. Her contractions were now coming every five minutes and she was becoming fretful that Lucius hadn’t yet arrived.
‘Did Madam Pomfrey tell Professor Snape I was in labour?’ Hermione asked Harry for about the sixth time.
‘Yes, I think so,’ he said with a sigh. ‘She talked to him, anyway.’
‘Perhaps he’s not going to come,’ Ron said nastily.
‘If you’re going to be like that you might as well leave,’ Hermione told him coldly.
She was trying hard not to cry. She was in pain and she wanted Lucius. She headed off to the toilet yet again.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened and Lucius and Snape finally appeared. He had thought he was going to have a battle on his hands with Hermione and Ron, and hopefully, this would diffuse it. He saw Ron scowl at Lucius.
Lucius looked stressed. He looked around for Hermione.
‘She’s in the toilet,’ Harry said helpfully.
Madam Pomfrey had returned now, too and was trying to get Hermione out of the toilet. She was tearfully refusing point-blank to leave.
Lucius knocked on the door.
‘Hermione, I think it’s time you came out. Come on, love.’
After another few minutes, Hermione finally opened the door, tears streaming down her face.
‘It hurts so much, Lucius,’ she whispered as he led her back to the bed.
Lucius pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. Ron looked furious and left the room. Harry sighed and followed him.
Talking to her gently, Lucius managed to get Hermione onto the bed. He sat behind her and held her in his arms, his fingers stroking her hair, soothing her. Snape had a brief word with Madam Pomfrey, then left.
Harry and Ron looked through the door, watching Lucius and Hermione. Lucius was still soothing her, completely focused on keeping Hermione calm, and Harry was impressed. It appeared Ron was as well as he had stopped scowling. The two of them went back into the room.
‘How much longer do you think it’ll be?’ Ron asked Madam Pomfrey.
She shrugged. ‘She’s just entering the final phase now. The baby should be here within the next few hours.’
Hermione was in real pain now. It seemed the contractions were almost continuous, with no break between them. The urge to push was overwhelming and she screamed with frustration when Madam Pomfrey told her not to.
‘But I need to push,’ she insisted.
‘I know it feels like that, Hermione, but you’re not ready,’ Madam Pomfrey warned. ‘Perhaps you can take her for a walk round the room,’ she told Lucius.
He nodded his agreement then set to work trying to get Hermione off the bed.
But she was crying now, obviously in pain. Lucius, Ron and Harry all wanted to help her but knew they couldn’t. The three of them talked to her, urging her on, Lucius trying to keep her breathing right and holding her every time she doubled over with the pain.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime for all of them, Madam Pomfrey got Hermione back on the bed.
She looked at the men ferociously. ‘Right. I want you all outside,’ she said. ‘I need to examine Hermione and she doesn’t need you lot gawping at her.’
She pulled the curtains round the bed so the retreating men couldn’t see what she was doing and bent down to examine the girl.
‘Nearly there, Hermione,’ she said happily. ‘The baby has crowned. It won’t be long now.’
Hermione screamed.
‘You can push now,’ Madam Pomfrey said.
‘I need Lucius,’ Hermione hissed. ‘Please, I need him here. Where is he?’
Madam Pomfrey looked disapproving but she nodded and, pulling the curtain aside, she called out to Lucius. He exchanged looks with Harry and Ron, then quickly went to Hermione’s side, holding her hand and talking to her as she screamed while she pushed.
Outside Harry and Ron looked at each other, glad they weren’t in there.
Suddenly Hermione’s voice rang out clear and angry. ‘If you tell me to breathe once more, Lucius Malfoy, I’m going to hex you into the middle of next week. I know I need to breathe. You try to pass a bowling ball and then tell me about breathing!’
Ron and Harry looked at each other and couldn’t help laughing.
There was more screaming, then a wail that was clearly not Hermione.
She’d had her baby!

Hermione was sore but no longer in pain. She was so glad that was over. Madam Pomfrey had wrapped the child in a blanket and put her in Hermione’s arms.
‘You have a little girl,’ she announced happily, gazing at the child.
Hermione looked at her daughter and smiled, tears trickling down her cheeks. Lucius was sitting behind her again, his arms wrapped around her, kissing her hair.
Madam Pomfrey pulled back the curtains and Ron and Harry came over to join the couple. Hermione held out the baby to show her friends. The boys smiled, not wanting to admit that they thought the baby was ugly. All babies were ugly, after all.
‘Isn’t she beautiful?’ Hermione asked, looking at her friends. They both quickly agreed.
‘We’re going to go now,’ Harry said. ‘Give you two a bit of time alone.’
‘We’ll see you tomorrow, Hermione,’ Ron added, and the two boys rapidly left.
Lucius smiled at his beloved Hermione. ‘I don’t think those two are into babies.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No. But then I didn’t expect them to be. It was good of them to stay, though. They really did a good job of keeping me from going mad earlier. Can you get me a drink, please, Lucius?’
Lucius got off the bed and went and found a glass and some water. He returned to Hermione and put the glass on the bedside table. He gazed at Hermione and his daughter, his heart swelling with pleasure and love. They were both so perfect. He was definitely the luckiest man in the world.
‘Do you want to hold her?’ Hermione asked, holding out the baby. Lucius carefully took her from Hermione, careful to cradle the head as he held the tiny thing in his large hands. He smiled.
‘She’s almost as beautiful as her mother,’ he announced happily. ‘But what are we going to call her?’
‘Sofia,’ Hermione said. ‘I’ve always loved the name.’
Lucius considered. ‘Sofia Malfoy.’ He smiled. ‘Yes, Sofia it is.’

The following morning Hermione and Sofia had a raft of visitors, Lucius having removed himself to finally have that talk with his son; obviously, he could put off the conversation no longer. Ginny, Neville and Luna were the first visitors after Harry and Ron, and the five of them crowded around Hermione’s bed.
‘When will you be able to go home?’ Ginny asked.
‘Oh, I can get the train later,’ Hermione said.
Ron looked uncomfortable. ‘Are you sure that’s a good idea?’ he asked.
‘Of course. Why not? Hermione asked sharply.
‘I thought you might be in too much pain still,’ he admitted, blushing.
Hermione smiled. ‘I am sore,’ she told them, ‘but it’s not too bad. Anyway, it’s better for me to be up and about. And I’d hate to disappoint all those people waiting for me at Kings Cross station. Although of course, they won’t be able to touch the pregnant girl anymore.’ She grinned wickedly and everyone laughed.
Later, other Gryffindor classmates came to see her and then girls from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff that she knew from various lessons. By the time Hermione was ready to leave she thought half the school had been to see Sofia.
She had just finished getting dressed when Professor Dumbledore arrived. Smiling that twinkly bright smile of his, he spent a long time talking quietly to Sofia, imparting great wisdom or maybe just talking rubbish, Hermione didn’t know which. When he eventually returned her to Hermione his eyes were sparkling as if with tears.
‘She is beautiful, Hermione,’ he said sincerely. ‘I hope that you are very happy in the future, and I look forward to welcoming Sofia to Hogwarts in eleven years’ time.’ He smiled.
‘Thank you, Headmaster,’ she said. ‘I’m sure I will be happy — and I’m sure Sofia will be as excited to come to Hogwarts as I was.’
She turned, hearing a noise, and saw Lucius and Professor Snape entering the room. She smiled at them and held Sofia out to her father.
‘Severus, this is Sofia,’ Lucius told him proudly and Hermione tried not to laugh as Snape’s reaction mirrored that of Harry’s and Ron’s the night before.
‘She’s very nice,’ he said stiltedly and looked at his beaming friend. He had never seen him so happy.
‘Did you speak to Draco?’ Hermione asked Lucius once Snape and Dumbledore had gone, leaving the couple alone once more.
Lucius sighed. ‘I did, but I don’t know that I made that good a job of it. It probably wasn’t great for him to hear that your baby was his sister.’
Hermione wrapped her arms around him. ‘I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s a man now, not a little boy any longer.’ She kissed him gently on the lips.
‘I hope you’re right,’ Lucius said despondently.
‘I always am,’ Hermione said smiling smugly. ‘I thought you knew that.’
Lucius laughed loudly and bent to kiss her again.
‘Do you still intend to take the train back to London?’ he asked quietly.
‘Yes. It’ll be my last ever time on the Hogwarts Express. I don’t want to miss it. You don’t mind, do you?’
Lucius shook his head. ‘Of course I don’t. Although I think you’ll have a disturbed journey.’
‘I know. I’m expecting it. Don’t worry, Lucius, it’ll be fine. We’ll meet you at King’s Cross . . . unless you’d rather spend some time alone with Draco?’
‘I don’t know if he’s even talking to me,’ Lucius admitted. ‘I’ll meet you there, and if he wants to see me he will.’
‘Are you sure you’re ready to meet my Muggle parents?’ Hermione asked. ‘You scared the life out of them the last time they saw you.’ She gave a small smile.
‘Was that in Flourish and Blotts?’ Lucius asked warily.
‘Yes. It almost put them off visiting Wizarding London ever again. Thank God for the Weasleys.’ She gave Lucius a mock-stern look.
‘You have told them that I’ve changed, haven’t you?’ Lucius asked anxiously.
‘Yes, of course I have. They know you have. They know I wouldn’t marry you otherwise. They’re looking forward to meeting you properly.’ She took Sofia from him. ‘Can you take my bag for me, please, darling? It’s a bit heavy while I’m so sore.’
Lucius nodded and picked up Hermione’s bag, taking her arm as he led her from the hospital wing after she had said a final fond farewell to Madam Pomfrey.
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