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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 23
Notes: I know the baby could live if turned the wrong way, but he's a guy and there are more risks, right? ..makes the story exciting..lol
The last chapter of this story will be chapter 25 or an epilogue sort of. so I know you're going to die until the next chapter is completed. I really did drag this birth out didn't I? lol
The brave Gryffindor approached the school entranceway wearily, barely unable to move his limbs enough to get him to the infirmary, his eyesight still slightly blurry from the pain of the cruciatus curse that was flung at him four too many times. To his amazement, he had walked away from that Death field with only scrapes, cuts, and bruises. His right hand was stinging so severely, it pained him further to grasp his wand. Pausing momentarily to lean against a cool wall and breathe, his thoughts instantly settled on Draco. He had to get to him soon before the baby was born. He just had to.
Mustering up all the energy he had left, he half dragged himself through the empty corridors and at the sound of a shuffle, he halted and caught the image of a shadowy figure floating down the hall, but continued on his way as the figure disappeared.
The infirmary was in absolute chaos as medi-witches scrambled around, searching through medical book after medical book, looking for anything to stop the birth of the baby.
Draco's heart was pounding furiously in his soaking wet chest as he lightly heard the ruckus outside his curtain room. His only help at the moment was the faithful eyes and tender touches of Hermione as she continued to cool him with the cloth and hold his hand, muttering comforting words. He looked up into her almond eyes and gave her a weak smile. "Thank you, Hermione," he whispered as he felt the ever increasing pressure.
"Your welcome," she whispered back, a solitary tear drifting down her cheek. She knew he would have wiped it away if a strong contraction hadn't taken him by surprise and forced him to scream.
"Fuck!" he cursed, causing Madam Pomfrey to instantly peer under the navy blanket across his stomach.
She frowned and dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. As she measured him, her frown only increased with Draco's hollers from the pressure and pain. "You're at ten centimeters," she spoke miserably.
"That's good isn't it?" Hermione inquired, her eyebrows perked.
Madam Pomfrey created the image of the baby on the monitor once more and continued to hold the object on Draco's stomach. "The baby still hasn't turned around. Look," she pointed with a trembling hand, it's feet are starting to push down the birth canal. That is the pressure Mr. Malfoy is feeling."
Ron had been silent for several minutes, his hands clamped over his mouth, his face flushed from nausea. But as he looked at Draco, laying on the bed, helpless except for screaming insults and cursing, he actually felt bad for the boy. He brought his hands down slowly and stood from his chair. "The baby is going to die?" he asked meekly.
The medi-witch nodded slowly as Draco groaned with another contraction and beat the bed with his empty hand in a fist. "It appears so, unless a miracle occurs."
The red-headed boy moved closer to the hospital bed, beside his girlfriend and glanced down at the laboring boy. He locked gazes with him as Draco opened his distressing eyes. "I want to apologize, Draco, for the way I've treated you and I honestly feel for you now. I know this must be a painful thing for you, with all the screaming and all, and if something," he swallowed, "bad does happen, I am here for you." He reached out and smoothed the boy's platinum locks.
Draco perked an eyebrow quickly but sighed as the realization of Ron's forgiveness and caring struck him. "Forgiven and thank you." He barely got the acknowledgment out of his mouth before he was groaning and grunting with the pain, biting his lower lip, drawing blood.
Professor Snape and Mrs. Malfoy finally reached the school, hand in hand, prepared to search the castle for the Dark Lord. Corridors later, they paused as they heard careful footsteps approaching. But before they could part and draw their wands, the Headmaster turned the corner and gazed at them both.
"Voldemort is in the school," he stated clearly.
"Albus, we know." Snape snapped, he mouth turning into a cold sneer. "He could be anywhere at this very moment. Why aren't you with Draco?"
The Headmaster's eyes twinkled as a small smile crossed his lips. "Harry should be arriving in any second."
At first, he thought he was dreaming, his mind playing tricks on him due to the immense pain and weariness. But, he felt his heart flutter again as a soft, desperate plea of his name was called from inside the infirmary, outside his curtain walls. "Draco?" came the masculine voice, followed by panting and groans of it's own. As he opened his squinting eyes, he heard the rough rustle of the curtain and in came an angel dressed in a soil covered school uniform, one of his lenses cracked and a wide goofy smile lingering on his face.
Harry entered slowly, taking in the view of his love spread eagle, prepared to give birth on the hospital bed, his best friends standing beside him devotedly and Madam Pomfrey smiling with tears in her eyes. He approached Draco's side and wiped back the sweaty blonde hair with his dirty hand. "How are you?"
Draco smiled lightly before ripping his hand from Hermione's grasp and using both arms pulled Harry down upon his chest, squeezing him and crying into his love's shoulder. "What kind of question is that?" he softly mumbled in between sobs.
"I don't know, Draco," Harry murmured back as he felt Draco squeeze him extra tight and groan into his neck. Draco's hand drifted into his matted black mass atop his head and tugged sharply only for an instant and relaxed again.
"There is something you need to know," the Slytherin spoke as he reluctantly pushed Harry out of the embrace. His azure eyes instantly watered and squinted with another contraction, the highly uncomfortable pressure increasing.
Harry grabbed hold of Draco's left hand as he saw Hermione reach for Draco's right. He worriedly glanced from Draco to Madam Pomfrey to Draco again. "Well, what is it?"
The Slytherin never had a chance as he screamed and cursed as an even stronger contraction struck him. Panting, he threw his head back and closed his eyes.
"The baby isn't turned correctly," Poppy mentioned as she moved the disk over the swell of Draco's stomach and checked the opening for any sign of the baby. "If the baby doesn't turn very soon, I'm afraid the baby will die during the childbirth."
The usually brave Gryffindor felt faint as he caressed the side of Draco's extremely flushed face. "Tell me it's not true," he mumbled as he leaned down and rest his head against the thudding in Draco's chest. "Please, tell me it's not true."
Draco felt the weight of Harry's head and leaned his own against it. "It's true, love." He felt Harry's cold hands move over the firm skin of his stomach and sighed as the comforting action did it's purpose. Kissing the top of Harry's head, he felt a calming feeling as the hand on his stomach moved more and while the contractions never slowed or decreased in pain, the pressure did and he felt an odd painful movement within him. Opening his eyes, he looked to Madam Pomfrey and to the Gryffindors to his right. Each one of them had a relieved smile crossing their lips as Harry muttered "please turn, baby" to his stomach and caressed the tight skin.
Hermione squeezed Draco's hand as she glanced at the monitor. "Look," she pointed with her free hand, "the baby turned!"
Narcissa continued to zoom through the corridors, her robe whipping in the air, her blonde hair flowing easily while her accomplis was gasping, desperately trying to keep up with her, his hair resembling Potter's from the grease and wind combined. "Keep up, Severus!"
"Never," he gasped, "thought you would be," he panted, "able to run so fast and for so long." He gripped his sides as the blonde slowed her steps allowing Snape to near her. She stopped abruptly, peering through the darkness of the corridors.
Snape desperately searched the eery hallways, his trembling and sweating hand reaching towards Narcissa.
They stepped closer together and hushed their breathing as a shadowy figure entered a door just down the hall.
"That's the infirmary, isn't it?" Narcissa took a sharp breath as she worriedly looked at Snape. "He's going to hurt my baby!"
The Gryffindor trio was celebrating the turning of the baby and were prepared for the proper birth. Harry was at Draco's side, squeezing his left hand proudly, cooing at him, telling him he was beautiful while Draco spat insult after insult, even towards himself as the contractions became harsher than before and the excruciatingly painful pressure increased. Hermione stood on Draco's right as she had before, grasping his other hand, her face showing nothing but excitement. Her red-haired boyfriend, however, was seated uncomfortably in the chair behind her, one hand covering his mouth as before, the other holding his head as he felt the wooziness before fainting.
"I hear footsteps," Hermione spoke, "I bet it is Dumbledore."
"Professor Dumbledore," Harry called loudly, "the baby is almost here."
But there was no calm yet excited response back and the trio looked to each other aaco aco grunted and squeezed his azure eyes tighter each time.
Harry released Draco's hand and stepped towards the curtain, prepared to pull it back. "Dumbledore?" he asked softly. Slowly, he pulled the curtain away and gasps filled the small room as terror overtook his heart and his scar flamed like a fire from hell.
"It is good to see you again," the monster hissed. "And good to see Mr. Malfoy at a time like this."
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