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For The Sake Of A Name	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 52503 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: I present to you all, chapter 21, enjoy.

Like I said last week, this chapter was originally supposed to contain what is now in chapter 22 as well, but I didn't want to rush it and so I apologise for the slightly cliff hanger-ish ending.

This is un-beta-ed so do let me know if you spot mistakes.

Warnings and disclaimers apply as always.

Previously:

"Grandfather?" Sirius asked, looked scandalised. "How old do you think I am? I am definitely not old enough to be a grandfather."

"Well tough luck." Harry told him with a devious smile.

"You are the closest thing to a father me and Harry have." Draco told him diplomatically, "We would be honoured if you would be our son's honorary grandfather."

"You are lucky that your wife is a lot better at buttering me up than you are, Harry" Sirius told him with a playful smile. "Grandfather...." He muttered under his breath, testing out the name. He smiled the small flutter of joy it made him feel and he found he suddenly didn't care one bit how old it made him sound.

-#-

By the end of May Draco was struggling and by early June, she was no longer even attempting to attend lessons; she was spending the majority of her time sleeping, reading or talking with Sirius and she was quite sure if she hadn’t had so much studying to do, she would have gone mad from boredom already. It really was a blessing having Sirius around to help her out with all the little day to day things which were so much more challenging now that she was into, what they all hoped were, the final weeks of pregnancy.

It was Draco’s birthday and both Sirius and Harry had attempted to talk her into having a celebration but she had told them, quite firmly, no; insisting that she would celebrate when she could see her feet again and not a moment before that. Harry smiled at the memory of the glare she had given him, as he ran a hand over her hair as she slept; she was curled up on her side facing the edge of their bed, her arms around their unborn son. She sniffled slightly and rubbed the side of her face on Harry’s hand, humming in contentment.

“Harry...” she whispered sleepily.

“Happy Birthday, Love.” He said, kissing her lips which were still slack with sleep, though she did make a vague attempt at returning the gesture only for him to pull away too soon. “You go back to sleep,” he insisted, “We’ll have a nice dinner or something later.”

Draco groaned, apparently unimpressed by something, though whether it was the more sleep or the birthday dinner wasn’t entirely clear, but Harry suspected it wasn’t sleep as her eyes were still closed and she hadn’t even tried to get up; maybe the groan was her disapproval of him having woken her at all.

Harry chuckled, “Don’t worry; it will just be you, me and Sirius having dinner in our rooms. No real celebration, just like you wanted.”

“Fine...” Draco sighed, the word turning into a yawn as she opened one eye in the most pathetic attempt at a glare Harry had ever seen.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle again at the sight. “Well Happy Birthday; Sirius is in his room if you need anything, or else yell for Dobby.”

Draco knew all this of course, the elf having become almost as obsessed with helping her, as he was with Harry; and Sirius rarely left their rooms, though Draco suspected that was because he knew that Harry wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of Draco being alone in their rooms all day.

Harry kissed her baby bump through the covers, his hand resting there just a few moments longer, as he had taken to doing and then kissed her again, once on her lips and then on her forehead.

“Stupid lessons,” Harry grumbled teasingly, “I would so much rather just curl up next to you.”

Draco smiled sleepily, kind of wishing he would shut up and go to class already so she could get back to sleeping; she had been woken up several times during the night by what the nurse had told them were false labour pains; nothing to worry about unless they became frequent apparently. The first time it happened Draco had gasped out in shock at the pain and, even though it eased after a few minutes, Harry was concerned enough to insist they paid a visit to the medical wing; Draco hadn’t wanted to be poked and prodded at, but she too wanted to be sure their baby was safe and had allowed it.

Draco opened her other eye to glare at Harry more fully in the hope that he might understand she just wanted to go back to sleep and that it would really be in everyone’s best interest that he shut up.

“Yes, okay, sorry.” He said, clearly amused, “Me leave, you sleep. I love you.” He told her as he scooped up his school bag and headed from the room.

Draco closed her eyes and couldn’t help but grimace a little as her son kicked her hard. “Oh please let Mummy sleep,” she begged, shifting to ease the aches that plagued her now.

She was so ready to not be pregnant anymore, and stay that way for some while preferably, even if she wasn’t quite so convinced she was ready to be a parent. Draco had no doubts that Harry would be an amazing father to their son but she had never believed she would make a good father before the accident, let alone a good mother.

Draco yawned and stretched, trying to ease the tension in her back which did help somewhat, so she turned over onto her other side, closed her eyes and let herself back into a deep sleep.

-#-

Draco was vaguely aware, when she woke up, that her sleep had not been particularly restful but her attention was more on the dampness she was sitting in. She felt embarrassed that she had wet the bed; presumably their son had kicked her bladder one too many times and she was extremely glad that Harry was still in lessons. She threw the covers off herself and manoeuvred herself to put her feet on the floor, as she sat on the edge of their bed almost wanting to sob as she felt more wetness on her legs.

She had just tried to stand when a tightness spread through her abdomen and the shock of it left her feeling winded; as it eased off a few moments later, it suddenly occurred to her that perhaps she hadn’t wet the bed but rather that her waters had broken, like Madam Pomfrey had warned her about.

She ran her hand over her hardened belly and took a few breaths to calm the panic that was threatening. She had no idea what time it was so and therefore no idea how long it would be until Harry was back from classes; it was likely he would check on her at lunch but that could be hours away for all she knew; not that it mattered dreadfully, Sirius would hear her if she yelled for him and Dobby would come if summoned.

“It’s okay; I am going to be okay,” Draco muttered to herself getting to her feet, not least because sitting on the damp bed sheets was most unpleasant.

She made her way slowly across the room but by the time she reached the doorway another contraction was upon her and all remaining doubt that she was in labour was gone. Her fingers gripped the doorframe as she slowly lowered herself to the floor, rocking back and forward on her knees to ease the pain; breathing through it as best she could.

“Dobby,” she called out when the contraction faded.

It was odd the contrast between how fuzzy her mind felt while they were happening and the clarity that she had in between; and right now that clarity was telling her she needed Harry. There was a moment where she really wished her mother was there but that passed quickly when she remembered that the woman was doing her very best to replace her, feeling almost maliciously victorious that Narcissa would have to suffer the pain of birth to do so.

There was a pop and Draco was suddenly aware that she was still on her knees clinging to the doorframe as she turned to see the large familiar eyes of the house elf.

“Is Draco Potter be needing Dobby?” the elf asked with a smile.

“Yes, get Harry. He is in class, but I really need him to come here right now,” Draco instructed, and sighed in relief as Dobby vanished, the knowledge that Harry would be there soon easing the anxieties that were building.

Harry would fix this, Harry would make everything better. Draco moved to all fours, rocking back and forwards gently in time with her breathing, as the next contraction hit.

-#-

Harry was sitting in potions and was completely failing to hide his boredom. Professor Snape had been telling them about some theory or other to do with directional stirring and the implications for properties of the brew; whatever it was, Harry’s mind was elsewhere with Draco and he was regretting not having just bunked off lessons and gotten back into bed with his wife.

“Potter; what would be the impact of reversing the direction of the stirring have on an Antidote to Common Poisons?” Snape barked out, knowing full well that it was unlikely that he would be able to answer.

“Err...” Harry said, his eyes wide with mild panic, certain he had just earned himself a detention and was probably going to have to beg Snape to move it to another night so as not to ruin Draco’s birthday.

“No?” Snape sneered, looking quite pleased with the lack of answer, “How about on a Befuddlement Draught?”

“Err...” Harry said again, feeling particularly stupid and trying his best to ignore the muffled laughs coming from the Slytherin side of the room.

“Ten points from Gryffindor for not paying attention in class and you will see me after,” Snape told him, before turning back to the board and changing what was written there with a wave of his wand.

Harry was just trying to find the section in his book that he was supposed to be following when the very sudden appearance of Dobby on his desk made him, and many students around him jump.

“Mr Harry Potter, Sir, Mrs Draco Potter is be needing you,” Dobby said quickly.

Harry, of course didn’t need to be told twice and was already on his feet and heading for the door, Snape however had different ideas and with a swish of his wand, the door to the potions classroom swung shut.

“You do not have permission to leave class early; on the contrary in fact, I am pretty sure I told you to stay later,” Snape snarled as he walked around his desk, heading towards Harry with a furious expression on his face, until there was barely a foot between them. “You are not...” Snape said in a deadly whisper, “...doing a very good job of showing your appreciation for my agreement to teach both you and your wife potions in my free time.”

“I am sorry, Sir, but Dobby says Draco needs me. You can give me all the detentions and take all the house points that you like, but I still have to go to her,” Harry told him clearly.

“Go!” Snape more or less yelled; his annoyance obvious, though Harry could tell it was tempered somewhat by his concern for Draco, as the potion master practically stormed back to his desk.

Harry didn’t wait for the man to change his mind and quickly ran from the room, towards his and Draco’s rooms, only vaguely aware of Snape’s angry tones being directed at his classmates. It didn’t take him long to reach the portrait covering the entrance to their quarters and he was practically pulling the doorway open before the picture had a chance to process that he had given the correct password.

“Draco?” Harry called out, panic resonating in his voice; he was sure Draco would never have sent Dobby to get him unless she was in real need. “Draco...?” He called again, making his way over to their bedroom.

“Harry?” Sirius appeared in the doorway apparently having just been having a shower if his still damp hair was anything to go by.

Harry however didn’t stop to speak to his godfather, trusting the man to follow as he pushed open the door to his and Draco’s bedroom.

Draco was breathing deeply and seemed to be incredibly focused; she was knelt, with her knees spread slightly, just inside the door as she rocked herself in time with her breathing, a hand pressed firmly against the top of her baby bump. Harry dropped to his knees behind her, shuffling so that his legs were either side of her hips.

“Draco; it’s okay, Love, I am right here,” Harry assured her, rubbing a hand against her lower back as it had been recommended in several of the books Hermione had insisted he read; Draco however seemed oblivious to his presence and Sirius seemed to be too stunned to say, let alone do, anything.

"Sirius... Get Madam Pomfrey!" Harry ordered softly, fairly sure he shouldn't pull Draco out of her almost trance like focus.

"Pomfrey... right..." Sirius agreed vaguely, still staring at the young girl breathing her way through a contraction.

"Sirius!" Harry said more firmly, when the man showed no signs of moving.

"Pomfrey, yes!" He agreed, coming back to himself and rushing off, hopefully in search of the nurse.

"Harry?" Draco look over her shoulder curiously at her husband who was seated on the floor behind her; her relief obvious she leaned back against him. "It hurts," she told him.

"I know, Love, when did it start?" He asked calmly, running a hand though her hair.

Draco looked thoughtful, "I am not sure exactly, but my waters had already broken when I woke up. Time all feels a bit... fuzzy." She explained, "But I called Dobby pretty quickly, to get you, so can't be very long."

"Do you want to move?" He asked cautiously, knowing how volatile his wife could be at the best of times let alone when in labour, even if it was the early stages.

"No, not yet," she told him. "I could do without the damp pyjamas though," she said looking down at her lap with a look of disgust.

Harry offered an arm for Draco to lean on so she could move up onto her knees, allowing for her bottoms to be pulled down to her knees; he was surprised how calm she seemed and wondered just how long that would last. Realising just how tricky it was going to be to remove them completely whilst still on the floor, Harry helped her to her feet.

"I still feel gross," she told him, leaning on his shoulders as he helped her step out of them completely.

"A bath?" Harry suggested.

Draco smiled, "Yes," she agreed emphatically.

Harry let go of Draco to gather a small pile of towels, a blanket, thinking Draco would likely not want to get dressed again after, and a pair of pyjamas, just in case she did. Draco had already made her way to the bathroom and was perched on the close toilet seat by the time Harry was done.

He had just entered the bathroom when Draco moaned in discomfort, one hand reaching out for him in desperation which Harry took quickly, the other bracing herself on the rim of the bath; her bottom lip pulled between her teeth for a moment before she seemed to remember to breathe through it.

As Draco eased back out of her contraction induced haze, Harry began running a warm bath before helping Draco out of the pyjama top she was still wearing.

"Join me?" Draco asked, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

"Of course I will, if you want me too," Harry assured her, with a kiss to her temple as he helped her to her feet.

Draco nodded as she climbed into their large bath; Harry quickly undressed and slid in behind her so that she could lean back against his chest. She sighed as something about the bath eased the tension in her.

"Harry? Draco?" Sirius' voice called out in almost panic.

"We are fine, we are in here," Harry called back, though he had left the door to the bathroom only pulled to rather than closed, "Don't come in though, we are in the bath."

Draco giggled at that, turning her head to the side such that her ear was over his heart.

"Draco? How are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey's voice asked from the other side of the door.

"It hurts but I think I'm okay," Draco told her hesitantly. "The bath is helping," she added after a few seconds.

"That's good, can I come in a check how you are?" The nurse asked, "I assure you it is nothing I haven't seen before," she tried to joke.

Draco however was not amused and her whole body tensed as she gave Harry a pleading look that he had no trouble reading. He knew that Draco still had her insecurities about her female body and while she had no doubts how much Harry loved it, she was not ready, by a long shot, to let anyone else see it.

"No, Draco just told you she is fine! I think we would both rather you stayed out there," Harry told the nurse firmly, as he looked into his wife's eyes, promising wordlessly that he was on her side.

Draco was just starting to relax again when the next contraction hit, making her cry out and grip onto Harry's hands when he offered them, her head tipped back and pressing hard against his chest.

"Let me know when the contraction ends," The nurse instructed.

When Draco's head jerked towards where the sound had come from, Harry wanted to curse her for distracted his wife from her intense focus; but when the tension eased from Draco's body and the contraction seemed to be over Harry told Pomfrey as much.

"Just under forty five seconds," the nurse informed them, "How far apart are they?"

"Four, maybe five minutes," Harry guessed, to be honest he didn't really care how long they were taking, he just wanted to focus on Draco and help her through it.

He had to remind himself that the nurse was there for the same reason and so perhaps her questions had good reasons behind them; otherwise he would start yelling at the woman in a manner not really appropriate from a student.

"Okay, the labour is definitely progressing quickly; Draco I really do need to check..."

"Fuck off!" Draco yelled, panic in her voice; she REALLY didn't want the nurse, or anyone who wasn't Harry, anywhere near her at the moment.

"Draco!" Sirius exclaimed and they heard what sounded like him jumping to his feet.

"No, it is okay, Sirius," Madam Pomfrey assured the man, "Well if you aren't going to let me near you, I need some information."

Silence. They waited and it was only another thirty seconds of so before Draco nodded.

"What do you need us to do?" Harry enquired.

"I need to know that the baby is in the right position. Where did he kick you last, Draco?" She asked.

"Up near my ribs." Draco told her, "Is that okay?" She asked, sounding worried.

"Yes, yes, that is good, Draco." The nurse assured him. "Next I want you to..."

But they didn't find out what she wanted them to do, because another contraction started, making Draco cry out. Harry was vaguely aware of the nurse calling out instructions for him to give to Draco but to be honest he wasn't listening, instead focusing on rubbing circles on his wife's lower back.

"SHUT UP!" Draco yelled suddenly and both she and Harry were glad when the nurse fell into silence and the only sound left was heavy focused breathing.

Madam Pomfrey was right, the labour did seem to be progressing quickly and each contraction seemed to be becoming more intense; after maybe half an hour the water began to cool and Harry grabbed his wand to cast a warming charm but Draco placed a hand on his wrist to stop him.

"I think..." She said, clearly having trouble concentrating, "I think I want to get out."

"You sure?" He asked, "I thought the water was helping."

"It was, but I can't move around," Draco explained, "I need to move, Harry."

"Okay, Love," he agreed, careful to support her as he climbed out from behind her.

The tight pain hit her again and she automatically shifted herself to her knees, with grace that was surprising; she knelt sideways in the water, hands almost as white as the bath where she was gripping the rim so tightly.

"It hurts, Harry, make it stop," she pleaded and the sad sound almost broke his heart.

"I can't, Draco; I would in a second if I could, but you know I can't."

"You're supposed to make this better," she told him.

"I can give you a mild pain potion," Madam Pomfrey offered, actually making them both jump as her silence had allowed them to forget about her presence on the other side of the door.

Draco nodded at that idea.

"Draco would like that," Harry relayed to the nurse, who sounded like she was digging though a lot of glass vials to find the one she was looking for.

Harry helped Draco out of the bath and dried her off with a towel as she sat on the toilet seat again. Draco tensed when they heard the portrait door to their room open and close again.

"Is she okay?" They heard Hermione's voice ask, she sounded out of breath as though she had ran there and Harry was delighted to notice that Draco relaxed again at the sound.

"She's in labour," Sirius told her.

"She seems to be doing fine from what we can tell but I can't help because she won't let anyone other than Harry near her..."

"Her body knows what to do though, right? That's what all the books say," Hermione interrupted. "Is that a pain potion?" she asked, indicating the vial in Madam Pomfrey's hand.

"Yes it is and while that is true..." The nurse tried again, but Hermione's focus was on the bathroom containing Harry and Draco.

"Draco, it's Hermione," She called through the door, "will you let me come in with this vial for you?"

There was silence and Harry knew better than to push his wife into a decision, so instead pulled out the blanket and wrapped it around her.

"Yeah, okay," Draco consented, "JUST you," she added quickly.

"Just me," Hermione agreed.

Harry suddenly realised that he was still completely naked and so, not really wanting his best friend to see that much of him, he hurriedly pulled on the pyjama trousers he had picked up for Draco, not caring that they were a bit on the small side; it was only just in time as Hermione opened the door only enough to get into the bathroom, whilst maintaining the privacy of the young couple inside. She handed over the small vial of pale blue potion to Harry, who helped Draco down it.

-#-

"Shouldn't you be in there helping?" Ron snarled at the nurse, as they heard Draco cry out from in the bathroom.

"She already said Draco wouldn't let her in," Blaise scolded, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him over to the sofa. "Draco has Hermione and Harry with her, and Madam Pomfrey is right here if she needs her."

"I guess it isn't all that surprising, given how much she has been through, in the last year, that she doesn't want anyone near her at a time like this," Madam Pomfrey told them, though she didn't look particularly happy about it as she paced the room. "We will have to trust her instincts to guide her through this."

Sirius was still sitting with his back against the wall, next to the door, clearly worried about the young couple inside, whom he considered his family; He managed a small smile when they heard Draco telling Hermione to be quiet or get out.

"You boys probably should go get some lunch and go to your afternoon lessons, this could take a few hours." The nurse said to Blaise and Ron.

"She's my best friend..." Blaise exclaimed.

"And there is nothing you can do to help her at the moment," Sirius pointed out, "It is probably best with as few of us here as possible anyway. I hardly think that Draco would want either of you to see her during this."

"You can't seriously expect us to go back to class and pretend like nothing is happening while our friend is here giving birth?" Ron asked, clearly unimpressed by that idea.

Blaise smiled, quite sure that Ron hadn't even realised that he had called Draco his friend, but it was very touching to see him so defensive of her; sure they had been nice to each other in recent months but for Ron to openly admit it was something else all together.

"You can stay here if you like, Ron, but you have to promise to keep out of the way," Sirius told him, getting up and joining the two boys on the sofa.

"Well we might as well get some studying done while we wait," Blaise suggested, getting out a text book and throwing Ron's book bag to him.

"Great idea," Ron said sarcastically.

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Review responses:

Delia Cerrano - Pansy is far from done, but she isn't stupid, she knows how limited her options are at the moment. Yeah, Draco is feeling more hurt than she wants to admit about Narcissa's choice. Tehe, I have plans for the future of the Malfoy family as well as the Potter one that will all become clear in time.

Luminari_lilium - Well Narcissa didn't even really warn Draco, Snape sort of accidentally did; Draco had been doing her very best not to think about the future of the Malfoys because it would be just too painful; she knows Narcissa is trying to help, but is still feeling too hurt to really understand that at the moment.

Gruffard - Narcissa is a little bit blind to Lucius in my opinion, she believes he is only acting this way towards Draco to "save" their family and so she thinks she is protecting Draco, but you are right, this isn't going to be enough to appease Lucius forever. Yes baby does have a name. (mother's day is in March in the UK, but thanks anyways)

Nari-chan - Sirius is going to be pretty essential to them in raising this baby, whilst continuing with their education; though I think they are all for a bit of a rude awakening (literally) when they having to actually start taking care of the little one. At least it is nearly the end of term now though. Tehe, yeah, Dumbledore is really nice in this story, I normally write him at least a little bit manipulative but he is just really lovely in this one.

ChaosLady - Indeed, I love Sirius in this story, he is becoming such a family guy.
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