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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 22
Dumbledore rapidly made his way towards the infirmary, startling young students in the corridors, and entering the exact moment Poppy created the incision into the bottom of Draco's swollen stomach. He was greeted with a sharp cry as he stepped into the curtain walled room and clasped his hands in a way Professor McGonagall would.
Draco gasped and gripped the girl's hand that still sat beside him devotedly. "Where's Harry?" he managed to breathe out as his body was enveloped in the pain of another contraction. His legs were instinctively spread apart, the view of the incision and the small opening of the birth canal visible.
"I want to ask you to try not to focus on Mr. Potter. You need your energy and willpower for your child." He stepped closer to Draco's side, opposite Hermione and gently placed his hand on the young laboring boy's shoulder.
"But I need to know!" he cried as tears continued to flow out of misery, pain and heartbreak for his love. His lips trembled and his body sweat, his hand gripping Hermione's constantly, his bright blue eyes emanating love and concern for Harry. "I have to know," he murmured as he felt his body tiring.
The Headmaster lightly massaged the shoulder he was grasping and lowered his voice. "Harry is on a battlefield with the Death Eaters." He heard a soft gasp from Hermione and watched as Draco reached his free hand to his face and covered his eyes. "I have instructed Professor Snape to assist him and I am here to protect you from Voldemort."
The Slytherin nodded meekly as he held his head in his hand and groaned as another contraction hit him.
Ron had been sitting in the library, away from Draco laboring, wondering where his best friend had been transported to. He was utterly confused and sat in the section on Transfiguration, his eyes barely able to concentrate on the words he scanned in the random book he selected. His silence was broken as he heard the rumble of two people entering the library. Oddly, Ron had been the only one in there. Supposedly, every student had been directed to their house. Curious, he peaked through an opening in the bookcase to see Professor Snape and a familiar looking blonde woman standing beside each other, speaking in harsh whispers. He listened intently. "That boy is on that hill suffering I'm sure, and we have to go aid him!" Snape snapped, pointing his crooked finger in a westward direction. "I was instructed directly from Dumbledore to do so, and you are coming with me."
"You're right, Severus," the woman noted, "It's our duty."
Ron caught the vision of the gorgeous blonde pull a wand from her cloak and leaned forward to hastily kiss the foul lips of his Potions professor. His mouth dropped open in surprise a hea heard a soft masculine moan emit from the snogging couple. Snape was snogging a woman! As soon as Snape and his woman friend refrained from their repulsive act and exited the library, Ron bolted from his position and headed towards the infirmary to tell Hermione.
A squeak was all that could be heard from the ragged breathing boy on the ground, barely on his scraped and cut hands and knees. The cruciatus curse was lifted again for the fourth time and it allowed him to rest slightly before he was aga again with the unbearable pain. All he could hear was the raspy voice of Voldemort behind him and the cackling of his followers. His sweaty, raven hair clung to his grimy forehead, rubbing against the burning scar.
It was as if out of nowhere, a man with a billowing black cape and a leather clad blonde woman raced up the hill, wands raised, their faces showing determination as unthinkable curses and hexes flew through the, now, night sky. One Death Eater after another fell to the ground in spasms of suffering as Harry now recognized Snape and Mrs. Malfoy defending him. His effects from the cruciatus curse began wearing off as his strength returned and his mind focused on returning to Draco. Harry stond mnd made his way to the hexing blonde woman, spitting a few curses of his own as he neared her. "Has he given birth yet?" he hollered over the ruckus. "Not yet but he's in labor. You need to go, Harry!" she exclaimed firmly before leveling a Death Eater prepared to eliminate them. She caught him nod from the corner of her eye and soon felt the back of Snape against hers as they eradicated the remaining few persistent Death Eaters. Snape pointed in the direction to his left and Narcissa noticed five of them huddled together in a magical bind, terrified of what he might do to them.
Snape reached a hand around and grabbed hold of Narcissa's, squeezing it tenderly. "Voldemort is gone," he mentioned, "but apparation is unable to be performed on Hogwart's grounds." Narcissa lightly massaged Snape's hand with her thumb and thought aloud. "But he might have a portkey to..." She was not permitted to finish as she was dragged off towards the school.
He wasn't prepared for the sight he would be greeted with as Ron stepped through a crack in the curtain wall. Instantly, he gagged and nearly passed out as he saw Draco from an angle he never expected to see. As Hermione dragged him to a seat beside the bed, he forced his lunch to remain down. The image of spread legs and a pink-fleshed hole flashed through his head as Hermione fanned him with her hands.
"Damn, weasel!" Draco growled through gritted teeth as his contractions were nearing two minutes apart. He rolled his eyes as Madam Pomfrey entered the room and peered down to measure him.
"Five centimeters. You are well on your way," she affirmed.
She motioned towards the blanket at the foot of the bed but Draco nodded his head horizontally as he felt Hermione take a break from fanning the weasel by wiping his forehead with a cool cloth. He turned his head towards the flushed Weasley. "Now, what was the purpose of barging in here?"
"I saw Snape and a blonde woman snogging in the library!" Ron regained composure as he recalled the frightful piece of evidence he saw and grinned rather devilishly. "Can you imagine!"
Hermione noticed Draco's confused expression and wiped his forehead once more as he grimaced silently due to a contraction. "What's wrong, Draco?"
"That blonde," he started and groaned as a stronger contraction struck him, "was my mother." Suddenly, he tried to sit up further and grasped his stomach as his eyes slid closed.
"Oh, Merlin, is the ferret ready to have the baby?" Ron asked in a sickened manner as he covered his mouth as if he was going to vomit any second.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Hermione yelled and felt Draco grab her hand once more and grunted, panted and spread his legs further apart.
She entered hastily and switched on the magically-powered muggle machines and measured Draco again. "Eight centimeters. It will not be long now," she comforted. Quickly, she pulled out the cool clear gel she used to look at the baby before and applied it to Draco's stomach.
He was practically naked now as the shirt he wore was opened, his pale body coated in glistening sweat. Hermione continued to wipe his head and chest with the cool cloth as Madam Pomfrey pulled out the disk shaped object and moved it over his stomach. "There," she pointed to the monitor, "is the baby." She heard Hermione "aww' and moved it slightly. "I am afraid, Mr. Malfoy, that we need to wait a while longer. The baby is not turned correctly."
He squinted his eyes as he felt a contraction and opened them again as soon as the pain ebbed. "Well, turn it around! I can't deal with this much longer." He glanced at Hermione, at the sick weasel, and back at the medi-witch. "What happens if it doesn't turn around?" he asked softly.
She pulled a small navy blanket from under the bed and laid it across Draco's stomach. "Then, I'm afraid the baby would die." There were gasps heard throughout the room and before she could exit, the Headmaster stepped in.
"I have good and bad news at the moment." He peered over his glasses at the laboring boy and his friends beside him. "I have been informed that Harry is alive along with his assistants Professor Snape and Mrs. Malfoy."
Draco shifted uncomfortably in his bed as Hermione held his hand as she had been doing for hours. "And Voldemort?"
"He has disappeared, safely unfortunately. You are still not safe."
The Slytherin sighed and grasped his stomach as he felt an unusual pressure. "Oh shit," he mumbled. "The baby is starting to come through."
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