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For The Sake Of A Name	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 52498 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: I present to you all, chapter 22, enjoy.

I have got the first half of chapter 23 written but it is far from finished and I am definitely going to need some time to work on it, so there is likely not to be an update next week but I promise I will be back the week after and I am going to use this time to get a good grip on the story so that we don’t have to have more breaks like this.

A big thank you to AchillesTheGeek for all their help with this chapter (and the previous one).

Warnings and disclaimers apply as always.

Previously:

"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.

-#-

Draco was kneeling on the bathroom floor, towels under her knees to stop the pain from the hard stone surface; Harry and Hermione were on either side of her, each offering a hand for her to squeeze tightly.

Hermione was impressed; Draco seemed to be going into her own head and doing a great job of trusting her instincts to guide her. Hermione had quickly learned that Draco wanted quiet; even talking to Harry in a hushed voice seemed to pull her out of her mental place.

It had probably been several hours since Harry had left potions, and it felt even longer. It was a lot more difficult than Hermione had anticipated; having to watch Draco in pain and being unable to do anything about it. She had no idea how Harry was standing it given that he obviously loved her very much. Perhaps it hadn't even occurred to him not to be the strong rock Draco needed; and wasn't that just so Harry!

"Bedroom..." Draco said breathlessly, as the contraction eased.

"You want to go to our bedroom?" Harry asked her for confirmation.

Draco gave a jerky nod and used Harry’s shoulder to try and get to her feet; Hermione grabbed her other elbow to help, when it was clear how difficult it was. Though Draco seemed quite oblivious to her own nakedness, Hermione wrapped a blanket around the petite blonde; she might not have been concerned at that moment but Hermione was pretty sure she would be mortified later about being seen naked by Sirius, Blaise, Ron, and probably even Madam Pomfrey.

Hermione thought it was likely Draco would be pretty embarrassed at even Hermione seeming her in such a state of undress and so Hermione was determined to protect her modesty as best she could. Hermione went to the door and opened it just a crack.

"Madam Pomfrey, Sirius, guys; can you all move into Sirius' room or the spare room for a few minutes?" Hermione requested.

"Is everything okay?" Blaise asked anxiously.

"Yes, yes, fine;" Hermione assured him, "Draco just wants to move to their bedroom and well..."

"We will stay over..." Ron started.

"Ron...!" Hermione interrupted sternly.

"Come on," Sirius insisted, pulling Ron and Blaise to their feet and leading them into the spare room, the nurse following hesitantly, close behind.

Once the door closed behind them Hermione turned back to Draco.

"The living room is empty," she promised. "Can you walk?"

Draco was still breathing deeply and regularly, but didn't seem to be having a contraction at the moment; it was apparently taking longer than normal for her usual sharp mind to process information, but after a few more seconds Draco nodded hesitantly.

Hermione pulled the door open and for a moment Draco looked quite alarmed at the sight of the room.

"It is just you, me and Hermione," Harry assured her calmly, "There is no one out there, we are just going to walk straight into the bedroom; but if you need to stop at any point, that is fine too."

Draco nodded again and pulled the blanket more tightly around her shoulders; with a hand on her belly, walked slowly out of the bathroom, into their living room. She looked around as though expecting to have been lied to and for the others to be there, waiting to jump out or something; but of course there was no-one and, after maybe thirty seconds, Draco headed for their bedroom door.

Harry and Hermione were no more than a step behind her, willing to let her walk while able, but wanting to be there to help at a second’s notice.

Draco reached out and put her hand flat on the wall to brace herself as a contraction started. A groan escaped her lips and Harry was quickly in front of her offering a hand for her to grasp, which she took without hesitation; Hermione rubbed circles on her back as she had seen Harry doing before.

Harry winced as her grip tightened painfully, crushing his fingers, but he said nothing, fairly sure that it was nothing compared to what Draco was going through. She was bent over slightly but she seemed as though she was going to manage to stand through it and a minute or so later the contraction passed and they were able to make it the rest of the way to the bedroom.

Draco dropped the blanket as she went to the bed, pulling a pillow onto the floor and kneeling on it; she rested her head on the side of the mattress and started rocking herself with a sob as yet another contraction hit her.

"Can I come in?" Madam Pomfrey's voice asked from the living room.

"No!" Harry and Draco called out in annoyance.

"Do you want me to leave?" Hermione asked softly.

"Please, no, don't leave me," Draco begged, holding out a hand which Hermione took quickly as she dropped to her knees next to Draco.

"I will be here as long as you want me to be," Hermione promised, looking up to smile at an almost teary looking Harry.

"We really need to know how you are progressing, Draco," the nurse tried again.

Harry huffed impatiently and took a calming breath as he headed over to the door, which Hermione had closed behind them, and pulled it open just a crack.

"How do we do that?" he demanded, "Because there is no way that she is letting you see, let alone touch her."

The nurse sighed, "You need to feel how much her cervix has dilated."

"Err... what?" Harry asked.

"Okay, you need to use your fingers, and you need to do a vaginal exam," Madam Pomfrey told the rather unsure looking teen. "You need to tell me how many fingers you can fit in her cervix."

"Err... right..." Harry closed the door and moved back over to kneel next to Draco. "Love..."

"I heard," Draco told him. "Just do it already."

Harry reached around and tried to be a quick as possible when he saw how tightly Draco was gripping the covers on their bed in one hand and Hermione's hand in the other.

"All done, love," He told her, kissing her temple.

He could hear Draco breathing, groaning and gasping her way through another contraction, as he walked back to the door.

"Just over two fingers," he told the nurse, his attention still mostly on his wife.

"Okay, that is about one and a half inches, maybe two; she needs to get to four," Madam Pomfrey told him, "But she is progressing well."

"Please tell me that I don't have to do that again," Harry pleaded, "It was obviously pretty uncomfortable for her."

"Not for a while, no," the nurse gave him a smile.

-#-

The next couple of hours dragged, with Draco switching between walking around, kneeling by the bed and getting down on all fours. Hermione and Harry were always at her side offering a hand or two for her to crush; frequently giving her small back rubs in somewhat futile attempts to ease her suffering.

Madam Pomfrey allowed her a further two pain potions which seemed to help but as Draco wasn't allowing her to monitor her progress the nurse wouldn't give her anything stronger, saying that they needed Draco to be able to feel everything to let her instincts guide her.

"I can't," Draco cried, grasping onto Harry's arm.

"You are doing, love," he told her.

"I can't, I'm so tired," she insisted.

"Do you want to lie down for a bit?" Harry asked.

"I can't," she sobbed again.

"Yes, you can," he said; picking her up bridal style; he lay her on her side on the bed and curled up next to her, face to face.

Harry ran a hand over her hair, which was damp with sweat, pushing away from her eyes.

"Could you get a damp flannel?" he asked Hermione, who seemed more than a little glad for an excuse to not have to watch the rather too intimate scene on the bed in front of her.

She took care to open the bedroom door as little as possible and had to stop to explain herself to the others as she went through the living room, but she returned a few minutes later and hovered near the door as Draco breathed her way through another contraction.

"Here," she said, handing the damp cloth to Harry, who cast a quick cooling charm on it before using it to mop his wife's forehead, nape and chest.

The petite blonde sighed happily, apparently finding a little relief from the action and it seemed she was managing to actually take a small nap; Harry and Hermione shared a slightly amused expression, but remained silent not wanting to risk disturbing whatever rest she was managing to get.

Hermione summoned a small pile of towels and blankets, making herself a comfortable spot to sit on against the wall near the door; that way she could stay in the room and allow Draco as least a modicum of privacy. She was able to hear when Draco’s breathing changed and Hermione could only assume she was having another contraction.

"She barely even woke," Harry told Hermione over his shoulder in not much over a whisper, the amazement obvious in his voice.

Draco managed to nap on and off for around twenty minutes before the most recent potion seemed to wear off and the pain increased enough to pull her out of her sleepy haze; she actually made Harry jump when she quite suddenly pulled away from him. She slid off the edge of the bed to squat next to it; crying out as unbelievable tightness and pain pulled through her abdomen.

Hermione watched as Harry grabbed a potion vial as he followed her down to the floor but Draco pulled away from him as he offered it to her; groaning in agitation when he tried to rub her back as he had been doing before.

"No..." she grumbled, arching her back away from his hand and resting her forehead on the covers.

Harry raised his hands in surrender, "I will be just over here," he promised, moving to lean against the nearby wall.

It was slightly strange for the two thirds of the Gryffindor trio sitting unable to do anything more than watch and listen to Draco struggle through what was probably her fourth hour of labour since waking up.

Occasionally, Madam Pomfrey would enquire as to her progress and how she was managing; she seemed quite frustrated that she was refusing the pain relief and even more worried when Harry refused to check how dilated she was.

"She doesn't want me touching her back," Harry had growled at the nurse, when Hermione waved him over to hear Madam Pomfrey's suggestion, "let alone anywhere else. You can forget it!" he told her, pushing the door shut in her face and going back to sit near Draco. He couldn't even bring himself to feel guilty for his rudeness.

Twice more, in the next half an hour, Harry attempted to offer potions, another bath and even just his hand to crush, but Draco sternly told him to shut up and fuck off. However it was only ten minutes after the second time that she held out a hand to Harry.

"I have to push, Harry, I have to," she tried to explain, sounding honestly quite desperate and panicked.

"Trust yourself," Hermione prompted her; as Harry moved back to Draco's side, taking her proffered hand.

"Push whenever you want to, Love," Harry instructed softly, wincing when her grip tightened enough to crush his fingers painfully together.

He looked up to see Hermione glance at his hand and bite her lower lip in an obvious attempt not to laugh at his suffering. Draco's loud cry caught their attention and it was obvious she was doing exactly as they had suggested and was trusting her body’s desire to push.

"Is she okay?" Madam Pomfrey's voice called out and Hermione looked about ready to hex the woman.

"Fine!" Hermione insisted, her voice tense as she forced herself not to insult the nurse.

"Is she feeling the need to push?" The nurse asked, "If so tell her to go ahead and..."

"Yes, and we know!" Hermione yelled at the closed door.

"Okay, good but..."

Hermione stormed to the door and pulled it open a crack, till Madam Pomfrey's face came into view. "With ALL due respect Madam Pomfrey, please just stop."

"I am just trying..."

"I know," Hermione assured her, "I really do know, but right now Draco needs me and Harry to focus on her; we will tell you the second anything doesn't seem completely fine. Okay?"

The nurse nodded, obviously not the least bit happy about how the whole situation was going but resigned to it and Hermione closed the door; turning back to Draco who was crushing Harry's hand with all her might as her whole body tensed and she cried out again.

"I am NEVER going to forgive you for this." Draco told Harry as she tried to catch her breath, sweat covering her forehead and back.

"I know, Love," Harry said, his voice full of admiration for his young wife.

"And if you think this kid is ever having a brother or sister you have another think coming," she said, even managing to look up long enough to glare at him.

"That will always be your choice," he promised, and the slightly amused smile he gave Hermione let her know that he was pretty sure Draco would change her mind on that one eventually.

Hermione picked up the flannel they had used earlier and used a few charms to make it damp and cool again; she wiped Draco’s upper back and neck with it. The blonde sighed at the relief it brought her, tipping her head back which allowed Hermione to run it over her forehead.

"Thank you," Draco gasped out.

After ten minutes or so Draco reached down between her legs and seemed on the verge of panic when she could feel the top of her son's head.

"You damned well better catch him," she told Harry warningly.

Harry looked slightly alarmed at that and moved to sit more behind her, his right hand still in her vice-like grip. "I am right here," he promised, as he reached under her, his hand meeting the one she had there as they cradled their son's head in their hands.

Hermione suddenly felt particularly awkward and so moved back to her seat near the door but she couldn't help but look over at the pair of them when Draco almost screamed her way through the next big push.

"His head, Draco, his head's out," Harry told her, placing a kiss on her temple; not that she had needed that information, she could feel their baby's head resting in her and Harry's hands. It was strange and somewhat unnerving, but it did feel right that at that moment it was just the three of them; it was her, Harry and the little baby boy they were about to bring into the world.

She released Harry's other hand and gripped onto the bed covers instead, as she pushed again; she felt the pressure suddenly ease off when her son's body came free from hers, straight into the protective arms of his father.

"You did it, Draco," Harry breathed out in awe, his eyes fixed on the baby he was holding.

It was a few seconds but then the small somewhat pink and wrinkly form of their son opened his mouth and started to cry, weakly to start with but he seemed to quickly get the hang of it. Harry placed him carefully on the floor between Draco's legs and then eased her back so that she was sitting in his arms, their son in front of her, so she could see him for the first time.

She looked like she was about to cry when between then they lifted him up and placed him against her chest.

"Hey Orion," she said softly, running her fingers over the tiny amount of pale fluff on the top of his head.

They had finally chosen the name a few weeks before after much debate; Draco wanting him to have a traditional Black family name like she had and Harry wanting to name him for the people they loved, so as Sirius' middle name, Orion was one they both had been able to agree on. Draco had actually liked the name so much she had eventually agreed to allow James as a middle name.

"Orion?" Hermione asked.

"Orion James Potter," Harry told her, his grin now permanently in place. "Shouldn't we cut the cord or something?" he asked, clearly feeling unsure, now that his entire focus wasn't on getting Draco through her labour.

"Draco," Hermione asked hesitantly, "can I let Madam Pomfrey in now?"

Draco looked up as if suddenly noticing Hermione's presence in the room for the first time and flushed bright red as she realised she was completely naked and had been for the last few hours.

"Err... maybe you could get me a blanket first." Draco suggested.

Hermione gave her a reassuring smile as she picked up one of the blankets she had been sitting on before, cast a simple warming charm on it and wrapped it around Draco's front, taking care not to put it over baby Orion's head. It was almost instinct that made Draco lift his small body and help him latch onto her breast, again it took a few moments for him to figure it out but once he did so, he fed with vigour.

"So strange," Draco said softly, as she leaned back further into Harry's arms and while Harry had to agree with her assessment of the situation, he also thought it might the most amazing thing he had ever seen.

Madam Pomfrey had thankfully gotten the message that Draco didn't want her touching her and so kept a short way away from them as she did a couple of diagnostic spells on both Draco and Orion.

"You both seem well," she assured them when she was done and she talked Harry through cutting and clamping the cord and even managed to force herself, with obvious effort, to stay on the other side of the room when Draco delivered the afterbirth about ten minutes later.

-#-

Harry couldn't stop smiling; Draco was fast asleep, getting some much needed rest, curled up with her head against his hip as he sat against the headboard of their bed; Orion was in his bassinette next to their bed within arm's reach of Harry.

"He is so tiny." Ron said, looking quite scared to even touch the sleeping baby who was less than two hours old.

"Well he is Draco and Harry's son, what did you expect." Blaise teased.

"Hey..." Harry said indignantly, but he was still smiling.

"He is kind of cute though," Ron admitted.

"Kind of...?" Harry managed to look offended at that.

"Yeah, well he is kind of pink and wrinkly," Blaise added with an analytical look at Orion.

"He's a baby," Harry pointed out, "he is a few hours old, give him a chance."

"One hell of a birthday present though," Sirius said with a chuckle as he came back into the room, having been to see the nurse out.

"That is going to be fun in years to come with Orion and Draco sharing the same birthday," Blaise said with a grin.

"Oh, Merlin's beard," Harry said, looking slightly worried, "what do you bet Orion takes after his mother and wants to be spoilt rotten?"

Blaise and Sirius laughed.

"Well you can't say you didn't bring this upon yourself," Ron told him with a shrug.

"Thanks for that, Ron," Harry told him sarcastically.

"He looks like Draco, don't you think?" Hermione asked softly as she crouched down next to the bassinette and ran a single finger over Orion's little cheek.

"Urg, now I am regretting calling him cute," Ron groaned.

"Oh but look at him," Hermione cooed, "he is so very cute."

"Thank you, Hermione," Harry said proudly, smiling down at his baby boy.

"Come on you lot," Sirius told them. "Let’s give them some space before you wake one of them up."

Blaise and Ron let themselves be herded out of the room but Hermione seemed reluctant to take her eyes off the tiny little baby wrapped up warm.

"Hermione...?" Harry said softly, both kind of touched and amused by how besotted his best friend was over Orion.

"Sorry, I am going," she told him, but she still didn't look away from the bassinette, "I never really anticipated how attached I would feel to him having been here for his birth."

"Hermione," Harry said as he held out a hand to her, which she took loosely in her own, "Thank you; for being here, for being so great, for obviously caring about both Orion and Draco and for not letting today be weird," he added with a chuckle.

"No problem," she told him with a grin, getting to her feet, pressing a kiss to Orion's forehead and then Harry's, "Love you, get some sleep," she instructed him.

He grinned at her, "Yes, mother," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Shush you," Hermione said, half laughing, as she left the bedroom.

-#-

Harry woke up to a growing cry and Draco was waking up next to him; the sound cut him to the core but it took him a few seconds to work out where the sound was coming from. When he did, it hit him like a bludger to the gut that he was a father and that the sound was his son crying, his and Draco's son.

"I'll get him," he whispered, to his wife; slipping out of their bed and sweeping Orion up into his arms.

Draco was already sitting up in bed with her arms out to take him, as Harry climbed back in next to her; Orion quickly became quiet, choosing to feed greedily instead.

"Apparently he was hungry," Draco said with an adoring smile.

"So it would seem," Harry agreed, cuddling up close with his young family. "Can't believe we actually made him."

"Hey, I did all the hard work," Draco pointed out with a teasing glare.

"That you did, Love," Harry agreed, "That you did."

"Guess you did pretty great too," she conceded after a few moments, during which they watched him feed.

"Thanks," Harry said, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on her lips, "We make a great team; if someone had told me this was our future, I would never have believed them."

"No kidding," Draco said, looking quite stunned by the thought, "not exactly the life I had planned."

Harry looked sad for a moment, "Do you regret it?" he asked.

"No," she told him, "it is strange and I do sometimes wonder about the 'what-ifs', but I couldn't give you up now, let alone Orion."

"That's good to know," Harry forced a smile, "I couldn't give you up either; not you, and not Orion," he promised, "You two are my world; you know that, right?"

"I know that," she assured him, "and as soon as he is old enough to understand, Orion will too."

"I love you, Draco," Harry said and all the powerful emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him were written all over his face. "Even when you drive me crazy, I still love you."

Draco reached up with the hand that wasn't occupied holding Orion and wiped the tear away from Harry's cheek. "I love you too, you stupid Gryffindor; now stop being such a girl and take your son and change his nappy; he stinks."

Harry couldn't help it, he laughed; his cheeks hurt from smiling so wide and his heart ached with love and he couldn't help but hope that he hurt like that every day for the rest of his life.

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Review responses:

Delia Cerrano – Tehe, well there you go, a boy. ^_^ No Snape isn’t an honorary grandfather in this story, more a family friend. (Don’t worry I get confused between all the stories I read too)

Nari-chan – He definitely looks more like Draco and yeah, Orion and Draco share a birthday now :D

ChaosLady – Madam Pomfrey was there in case of an emergency, but Draco needed it to be only Harry there at that moment, because she trusts that she and their son will be completely safe with him, she would have struggled to feel safe giving birth with others interfering.

Gruffard – I felt so mean splitting the birth scene in two but there were two reasons for this; one, the chapter was just too long compared to all the others and two, I wanted it to feel like the birth was taking a long time, which birth does (though granted not a whole week, like I made you wait ;) ) Yeah, I have mostly known people who were very calm about their pregnancies and birth, or relatively at least, and I have read a LOT of birth reports, and the home births with little interference seem to be the most easy going and empowering. Glad you were able to relate to Sirius. ^_^ Yep, grew up in Surrey.
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