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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 21
"Mr. Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, holding out her wrinkled hands in case he were to calm down for her to grab him, but she held back as she watched the restless boy beat his fist repeatedly, crimson liquid flowing from his knuckles. The disturbing action slowed as he moaned at yet another contraction, his eyes closed tightly, small wrinkles visible at the corners. The Headmaster simply stood beside the Transfiguration professor, his head bowed as he struggled to vision where the Boy-Who-Lived had been transported. He heard another wail from the desperate boy and squinted behind his glasses. "Mr. Malfoy?" he asked softly as the pounding on the school wall ceased.
"What?" he muttered and grabbed his stomach. He looked up at the teachers with his tearing eyes and wiped them immediately with the back of his clean hand and simply let the other hand bleed and begin to scab. His cloudy grey eyes sought the view of his mother but she was no where to be seen and he cleared his throat and motioned with a bloody index finger to Dumbledore to step closer.
"How may I help you, Draco?" he spoke softly and delicately.
Draco swallowed a lump in his throat as he stood there on the brink of tears. "I know what should come first and I am aware that the labor process has started." He crossed his arms over his chest and held his chin high. "I am ready to get this over with."
Winking at Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore straightened and laid a frail hand on the young boy's shoulder. "How brave of you, Mr. Malfoy. Minerva will you direct him to Madam Pomfrey. Remember Draco, I will be close by for your safety."
Nodding appreciatively, Draco began the trek to the infirmary, McGonagall a few steps behind him with her trembling hands clasped. He arrived, hesitating at the entrance as he spotted the little white corner for him to deliver his baby. Every few seconds or so a tear had escaped but the sobbing did not ensue until he was alone, on the silk sheets, repeating his lover's name as his contractions slowed, and he drifted into a fitful sleep.
Snape slammed the heavy wooden door to the empty classroom as he entered and glared at his sudden guest. His eyes were focused angrily at the woman, who stood before him, dressed in a full leather bodysuit under her elegant velvet black robe. Her blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and she smirked at the Potion's professor.
"Not happy to see me, Severus?" she drawled pleasingly, stepping towards him. He remained a cold statue, his russet eyes about to flame. He crossed his arms and attempted to smirk in retaliation. "Why would I be, Mrs. Malfoy? And, by the way, where is your husband?" She began chuckling loudly, her pearly white teeth reflecting the tiny rays of light filtering through a dusty window near the corner. "I left him behind, bound to the bed our son was conceived in." Smirking, she stepped even closer to the nervous man. "No doubt Voldemort wants to murder him at this very minute for not being present to set up the mission."
"This mission," Snape began slowly, "are you here to prevent it or are you here to get me out of the way to help the Dark Lord carry it out?"
She snorted in irritation. "I am here to protect my son and my grandchild! I will deal with you later," She ended softly, reaching out to caress his face before playfully swatting his arse as she exited the long deserted classroom.
He opened his eyes languidly, partly from the experience of the portkey and partly from not wanting to know where he was or what was around him. As he rubbed his scar, he straightened his glasses and glanced around his surroundings. Surprisingly, he was not in a filthy cell guarded by Death Eaters or sipping tea at a dinner at the Malfoy Manor with Voldemort as a last meal. He was still on Hogwarts grounds, but at the very farthest distance from the old castle. Dumbfounded, the Gryffindor stood up and brushed the dirt and grass from the knees of his pants and ran a hand through his dark auburn hair. Draco had told him once that in the sunlight his hair wasn't black, but a deep brown. At the thought of Draco, Harry turned in the direction of the school's silhouette against the dusky sky and proceeded to locate his laboring boyfriend. How could he miss the birth of his child?
As he tiredly approached the final hill to scale, his scar burned in that awful familiar way. Swallowing hard, the Boy-Who-Lived reached into his pants pocket to pull his wand but froze as a dreadful sight lay before him. From the top of the hill he looked down and his frightened emerald eyes landed on a row of a dozen Death Eaters, wands raised, faces hidden. Hesitantly, he rotated his body and glanced behind him to see another row of a dozen followers of Voldemort.
"Fuck!" Draco cursed as a contraction hit him and he strained to sit up in the elaborate hospital bed the medi-witches had prepared for him. The Slytherin was now dressed in only a cream colored gown with several blankets covering his legs and stomach. At the scuffle of feet outside his curtain, he pulled the top indigo blanket up to his raised chin and wiped the trace of any tears from his flushed cheeks.
"You shouldn't curse, Draco," Hermione scolded playfully and watched Draco relax as a minuscule smile crossed his dry and cracked lips. She sat beside him gently and brushed her bushy hair behind her shoulders as she smiled back at him.
Uneasily, Draco reached for his friend's hand and gripped it as he grimaced again. "These contractions are driving me crazy." He rolled his eyes and continued. "They start and stop and I'm worried that since my water broke I should be delivering soon, because if I don't, there is a risk of the baby attaining an infection."
She grinned at him and squeezed his lightly sweating hand. "You really have done your research."
"Of course." he mentioned smugly, but his features returned to a sad appearance. "I'm so worried about Harry," he choked as he felt tears falling from his eyes once again. His voice was raspy as he continued, squeezing Hermione's hand. "What if he dies trying to protect me and the baby? How could I live with that? I don't think I could!"
Hermione leaned forward gently and wrapped her arms around him, whispering "it's ok' in his ear while rubbing his back lightly. She felt him suddenly felt him immobilize and hold his breath and then he released it and the tension left him.
"Damn contractions!" he screamed as Hermione continued to comfort him the best she knew how. "Would somebody care to help me get this baby out of me, now!"
Snape's robe billowed behind him roughly as he bounded down the corridors of the school, and up the secret staircase to Dumbledore's office. He scowled as he entered, walking straight up to the Headmaster. "Do you know that Narcissa Malfoy is here?" he spit in question.
"Yes, Severus, I do." The elderly man turned and looked to Snape in a sorrowful manner. "I know where Harry is as well."
"You do?" His cold eyes began to soften at the thought of what young Mr. Potter may be experiencing.
"He is on school grounds." He motioned towards the window he was standing in front of. "On the horizon is a young boy on a hill, wand raised, ready to fight off two dozen Death Eaters."
"That is mad!" Snape stepped in front of the Headmaster and peered through the glass and indeed saw the horrifying image of Harry and two dozen Death Eaters.
"He will need assistance, Severus."
"Indeed," he continued to watch, dismayed with the view. "I heard Mr. Malfoy's screams as I made my way here."
Dumbledore nodded as if he had heard the screams as well. "They are about to make the incision and allow him to dilate before giving birth." He caught the slight grimace of disgust cross the Potion Professor's face. "But, Severus, I need to you to find aid for Mr. Potter and I am needed to stay with Mr. Malfoy, to keep Voldemort away." "Yes, sir." he spoke sternly before turning and leaving the office. The Headmaster took one more glance out the window before heading towards the infirmary.
Harry stood in disarray, his wand now poised and positioned to defend himself. His emerald eyes scanned his attackers as they stood still except for one. The Death Eater approached leisurely but stiffly and Harry's eyes narrowed in anger as he became face to face with one of them.
"We are not here to solely kill you," he spoke harshly.
"I know what you want and I am here to defend my child," Harry stated bravely, his Gryffindor side showing immediately. He heard the Death Eater chuckle and behind him, he heard the slightly mumbled curse before he could turn and block the spell "Expelliarmus'. His wand now lay twenty feet from him as the Death Eater's approached. Swallowing hard, he thought of Draco and possibly his now born child. His head dropped in guilt as the chuckling Death Eater kneeled down before him.
"This should be entertaining," he mumbled, hot sickening breath warming the boy's nose as the sun set further, chilling the air.
Harry heard the shuffling of feet on the grass and caught the image of the laughing Death Eater's wand, barely held in one of those evil hands, out of the corner of his eye. As his assassins stepped closer, he reached out swiftly and grabbed the wand fiercely, crying "Expelliarmus' repeatedly, causing wands to fly and angry Death Eaters to approach him lividly. As he rapidly slung hexes and curses, he was unprepared to be hit by a larger curse, a much more painful curse as Voldemort neared the boy from behind and threw the unforgivable "crucio'.
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