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Finding Peace	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18556 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione sucked in a breath at the sharp pain that woke her from a dead sleep. Last night’s turn must have been brutal. She shifted again and winced. Merlin she had to pee. Malfoy’s arm clamped down over her waist the second she tried to move and she whimpered.
“I have to use the loo,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
He sighed and let her go. “Sorry. Reaction.”
She nodded, though his eyes were closed and he couldn’t see it, and painfully rose to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly as she waddled uncoordinatedly into the loo. At 38 weeks, she felt like a blimp most of the time. And the little bugger shifting around inside her loved kicking her in the bladder every chance he got. She barely made it to the loo in time and breathed a sigh of relief when she was able to rest on the toilet seat.
Another sharp pain hit her and she blushed in embarrassment when her bowels released. She hadn’t been mindful enough to shut the door. She and Malfoy might be pack and lovers but she did have manners. There wasn’t anything for it now though. At least she’d made it to the loo.
When she was finished, she cleaned up and started to make the painful journey back to bed. It would be nice to have another lie down now that she’d woken up from the turn. She was so tired all the time now, this pregnancy having taken so much out of her. Turns were the worst though. The cracking and popping of bones and the pain coupled with the baby shifting inside her, still healthy but contorted as her body reshaped itself, was enough to make her faint. They made sure to keep a close eye on his vitals but there wasn’t much they could do while they were wolves.
She leaned against the kitchen table to catch her breath. The shack was looking different these days. They took a port key at least once a week to a tiny wizarding town on the tip of New Zealand called M�kutu K�inga. The town had wonderful stores where they picked up a handmade crib and supplies for the new baby. They still weren’t sure what they were going to do with him, but they had to be prepared.
They’d found a midwife in the little village willing to help out a werewolf couple, though she was understandably leery of body fluids. The old matron’s son had been afflicted with lycanthropy when he was a teenager as well and she was sympathetic to their plight. Hermione suspected she felt a little guilty, too. She’d told them that the village practically forced her to abandon her son after he got too close to hurting some of the villagers on a full moon. He died of wounds sustained in battle on a full moon. She also approved of their living far away from human population, something her son had never managed.
But that still hadn’t been enough preparation so they’d swallowed their fear and written to Snape asking for advice. They’d used a non-descript communal post owl provided by the owl service in the village. It had taken a few weeks to get a response. Snape still hadn’t found a way to brew the wolfsbane to keep them sane during turns. What wasn’t expected was that he’d encouraged them to stay away. They weren’t the only Weres that Greyback had made. There was another small pack made up of two or three Death Eaters, young teens that were in captivity during the war, and some small children. They had been driven crazy by both the Death Eaters tortures and the turns with no one to guide them, and were deliberately attacking people. The Ministry had decreed that all Weres be destroyed on sight, regardless of who they were.
Hermione shuddered and picked up the last letter they’d received from Snape. The pack had almost been completely decimated along with every Were in Europe. Harry had successfully won a plea against killing Teddy but it still wasn’t safe for them. He’d asked them again to reveal their true location, which they had refused every time. They wanted his advice, not his involvement in their mess. They knew he’d tracked them to New Zealand but no further. Not even their midwife knew where they lived. They trusted Snape with their lives but he’d had enough to deal with without thrusting a baby on him.
Another sharp pain made her gasp and double over. A sudden gush of fluid bathed her legs and a good portion of the floor. Impossible. She’d just gone to the loo. She blinked back tears and tried to walk over and get her wand to clean up the mess when another pain overtook her. It felt like her entire stomach cramped up and more fluid trickled down her legs. She whimpered, her mind too foggy to piece together what was happening.
“Mione?” Malfoy muttered sleepily. “S’wrong?”
She whimpered again, curling in on herself in embarrassment and a little fear. Had the turn injured the baby? She felt along her stomach. It was as round as ever and the baby was still moving around. That had to be a good sign, right? Oh, she needed light, damn it. It was pitch black in the shelter, which would be fine since she could see in the dark, but it wasn’t conducive to telling colors.
“Granger,” Malfoy called, stumbling out of bed and lighting his wand. “What is wrong?”
“I dunno,” she whispered, squinting in the meager light to see that the fluid wasn’t red.
“You’re all wet,” Malfoy said, his eyebrows furrowed. “What happened?”
She shrugged helplessly. “I had to pee and then I cramped up but I was fine, just had to do more than pee. Then I came in here and had to take a breather and there was a sharp pain in my back and then I guess I peed all over myself. Then I cramped up when I tried to move to get my wand and I peed again.”
Malfoy made his wand brighter and his eyes widened. “I don’t think that’s urine. Smell.”
Hermione could have smacked herself. Of course she could have smelled it herself. She really hated the first day after the turn. She turned into even more of an idiot than the pregnancy was making her. The switch from wolf to human confused the brain sometimes. She sniffed and then froze. That was definitely not urine or blood. Cramps. Pains in the back. Gushing fluids.
“Shit. I think my water broke.”
“Fuck,” Malfoy hissed and went tearing across the room, albeit a little jerkily. “We’ve got to get you to Amelia.”
Hermione nodded and tried to move across the room to help but was hindered by another cramp. “Shit.”
“Are you okay?” Malfoy called, running across the room to help her to the floor.
“Contraction,” she hissed. “Have to breathe.”
“Right,” he panted. “In and out, nice and slow. Come on. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”
She followed his gentle coaching and was able to breathe through the brief but painful contraction. “They’re coming really close together, aren’t they?”
“Haven’t been timing,” Malfoy said with a frown. “But we can’t afford to stay here much longer. I don’t know what port keying will do so close to delivery and I don’t dare bring Amelia here.”
He was right. The poor midwife wouldn’t be able to handle the harsh temperatures that the island offered and there was no telling how long her labor would be. Besides, the full moon was past. They weren’t a danger to anyone for a while.
“Get my wand,” she said, panting slightly from the pain. “I’ll get myself ready while you gather our things.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, go.”
Malfoy summoned her for her and took off, packing a change of clothes for all of them, including the baby. She quickly cleaned herself and the floor and magically dressed herself in a loose fitting cotton shirt that belonged to Malfoy. It came to her knees. Aware that she’d continue to leak fluid until the baby was born, she found an old pair of joggers that she’d nearly destroyed by working on the shack and cast a charm to vanish any more fluid that should come. Then she stuffed her feet into a pair of trainers and waited on the floor until Malfoy was finished. It took him only a few more minutes before he was at her side with the port key.
“Go ahead, put your hand on it,” Malfoy ordered. “I’ll hold you just in case.”
She nodded and grabbed the little clay teapot. Malfoy threw their knapsack over his shoulder and put her in his lap before wrapping his arms around her and then holding her hands on top of the teapot. He spoke the activation word and held on for dear life as they were whisked away. She screamed as another contraction hit her, taking away her ability to think. Malfoy kept his arms around her, refusing to let go until they landed on solid ground.
“Come on, love,” Malfoy said sadly as he picked her up and ran to the midwife. “Just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.”
Amelia nearly upended her tea when Malfoy came crashing through the front door of the midwife’s cottage. “Good heavens. What is the meaning of this?”
“She’s in labor,” Malfoy panted. “Sorry Amelia, but her water is already broken and last night was the full moon.”
Amelia paled and motioned them into the back room. “Yes of course. Bring her in here and put her in a gown. I’ll just need to wash up and grab my gloves.”
Malfoy carried her into the back room that Amelia normally saw patients in. It had a comfy twin bed that was already covered in plastic and protective spells. There was an adjoining loo and a small sitting area. A crib sat ready in the corner and there was a cabinet full of potions. They’d become very familiar with this room in the past months. He sat her on the bed and flicked his wand to change her clothes.
“Now then,” Amelia said as she rushed into the room and snapped her gloves on. “When did the contractions start?”
“Um… when I woke up. I… maybe twenty minutes ago?” Hermione said helplessly. Time didn’t hold much meaning anymore. “I had a sharp pain and I had to use the loo. After I finished, I had to take a break while walking across the room and then all this fluid gushed out.”
Amelia nodded. “Yes, definitely your waters. Now, just raise your knees and spread your legs and we’ll check your progress. That’s it.”
Hermione turned her head away from the midwife as she began poking and prodding around in her nether regions. This felt wholly wrong but she knew she couldn’t do this alone as she wanted. Malfoy walked over and sat beside her head, holding her hand for support. They’d talked about this moment extensively since they’d decided to keep the baby. The wolf side of her would want to be completely alone but she had to face the fact that the human side of her needed help. He would stay with her and help her fight her urges until they were safely back home.
“Oh, this is going to be quick,” Amelia said gravely. “If I had to guess, I’d say you went into labor during the turn.”
“Does that mean the baby is definitely infected?” Hermione asked in fear.
She’d done extensive research since deciding to keep the baby. Since the disease was transferred only during the full moon, that meant that whatever it was lay dormant and wasn’t transferrable to the baby. But if she went into labor during the turn, something could have crossed the placenta to the baby.
“I don’t know, love,” Amelia said sadly. “But after he’s out and we’ve made sure he’s healthy, we can go to some remote location and cast the spell.”
They nodded and Hermione lay back. Amelia took her gloves off and went to wash up in the loo. One thing they had found out was that there was a spell that could detect lycanthropy. Snape had written to tell them about its development. The problem was that it sent out a tracer if there was a positive result. They could be tracked if they used it and the Ministry had been using it to identify werewolves for euthanasia. The good thing was that they still had to create a port key to get to their intended target which gave them a few minutes of headway.
“I packed four additional port keys,” Malfoy announced. “I thought we could board a cruise liner to cast the spell. Being in the water will hinder pinpointing the location. The trace won’t tell them who exactly cast it so they’ll waste time casting discreetly to find a werewolf that won’t be there. By the time they check everyone, the magic of our port key should have dissipated enough that they can’t track us.”
“And if it hasn’t?” Amelia asked.
“The first port key is to take you to France. I purchased it from a travel agent. I said you needed a break and we wished to pay for a vacation for you but I didn’t trust them to make sure you landed safely.”
“But I can’t go to France!” Amelia protested.
“That is where your daughter Penny is, is it not?” Malfoy asked, a small smirk on his face.
“Well… yes.”
“She’ll be waiting for you. I took the liberty of contacting her a few weeks ago. You need a break, Amelia. And since you won’t accept our galleons in return for your care, this was all I could think of. I’ve sent Penny some money for provisions. The second port key will return you here. Everyone in town knows that we’ve sent you on a trip and they are ecstatic. The third port key will send Granger, the baby, and I to Bali, Indonesia. The fourth will take us to Sydney, Australia. I purchased a standing port key months ago under an alias. They won’t be able to trace it back to anyone because Bali is notorious for not logging magical travelers.”
“And from there I am assuming you’ll take your illegal port key home?” Amelia said, still dumbfounded by their plans.
“Yes,” Malfoy said simply.
Hermione almost chuckled at Amelia’s shocked and pleased expression but another pain rocked her body. It was time to have a baby.
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“One more big push, honey,” Amelia coaxed.
“Too tired,” Hermione panted.
Her hair was wringing wet with sweat. She couldn’t catch her breath. The pain was excruciating. The regular numbing spells didn’t work well on her, probably the result of the lycanthropy. Amelia had already had to help the baby turn once, its shoulders getting hung up for some reason. She’d never wanted to kill Malfoy more in her life for getting her into this situation. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it because he was being so perfect, allowing her to crush his hand during contractions, wiping her down with a cold cloth in between, and feeding her ice chips when she was parched.
“You can do this,” Malfoy said softly. “You’ve been through so much worse and you survived it. You can do this.”
“I can see the head,” Amelia cooed.
“Come on, love,” Malfoy whispered. “You’re just a push away from meeting our son.”
Hermione sucked in a breath when the contraction hit her and pushed with everything she had, screaming as she neared her breaking point.
“That’s the head!” Amelia cried and frantically started cleaning its airway with her wand. “One more big push sweetheart and you’ll have it.”
Tears flowed from her cheeks as she gathered the last of her strength and pushed with all her might. It felt like she was being ripped in half and then the pain disappeared. A loud cry split the air.
“It’s a boy,” Amelia called. “Oh, it’s a beautiful boy. Draco, would you care to sever the cord?”
Hermione sobbed as she watched Malfoy cut the cord with his wand. Amelia cleaned the squalling bundle of pink and placed him on her chest. She clutched him to her chest and cried harder. He was beautiful, ten fingers, ten toes, and a head full of downy blond curls. Another contraction hit her and she had to gasp at the power.
“Time to deliver the placenta, sweetheart,” Amelia said softly, taking the baby and handing him to Malfoy. “Draco, please clean him up and dress him while I do this.”
Hermione was shocked to see tears falling freely from Malfoy’s eyes as he cradled their son close to his chest. He wore a look of awe and total love and it completely soothed any fears she had about him being able to accept the baby. He’d be a good father. She couldn’t think about it anymore as another contraction hit her. There was plenty of time for that later.
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“What are we going to call him?” Malfoy asked as he stroked his son’s hair while he nursed.
“I know you want to call him Scorpius,” she started, smiling as Malfoy absently nodded at their two day old son. “But I want his middle name to be Phoenix.”
“Why Phoenix?”
“Think about it. They are born from their own ashes.”
He smiled. “Renewal. I like it. Scorpius Phoenix.”
“What about his last name?” Hermione asked quietly.
He frowned. “Well, he can’t be a Malfoy. Hell, I’m not even a Malfoy.”
“I don’t want him to be a Granger,” she said, a tear sliding down her face. “There’s nothing but shame and regret there.”
“We should make a new last name.”
She frowned. “But he should have the same name as one of his parents.”
He smiled. “Then I’ll take the name too. I’m technically not a Malfoy anymore and I don’t want to be a Black. You can take it if you want as well.”
“I would,” she whispered. “But what would we call ourselves?”
“How about Ilkay?” Amelia asked as she plodded into the room.
“That’s pretty,” Hermione said as she gently pulled a now sleeping Scorpius away from her breast and over her shoulder to burp. “What does it mean?”
“New Moon,” Amelia said quietly. She checked little Scorpius and his mother with a few spells.
“It’s perfect,” Malfoy said. “Draco, Hermione, and Scorpius Ilkay.”
“The family of new beginnings,” Amelia said with a smile. “It fits you well.”
“I’ll have to stop calling you Granger,” Malfoy said with a smirk.
“Likewise, Malfoy.”
“Oh come now,” Amelia huffed. “You are lovers and now you are parents. Would your first names go amiss? They are very beautiful and unique.”
They shrugged. What harm could it do?
“Well don’t you both jump in at the same time,” Amelia said with a chuckle. “I’d say that both mum and babe are whole and healthy. Port key trips should be fine. I’d wait a few months before apparating just to make sure that everything is as it should be. And, you shouldn’t go into heat again for at least three or four months, but try to pay close attention to the signs. We’ll start you on a potion once your milk supply has evened out. Now, do you have all of your things?”
“Yes, yes,” Malfoy said with a wave of his hand. “Everything is taken care of. The question is… are you packed?
Amelia blushed and shrugged. “I suppose I am.”
“Ready for your vacation?” Hermione asked.
“I… I don’t know,” Amelia said. “I haven’t been able to afford one in ages. But I’m looking forward to it.”
“We’ll leave in the morning,” Malfoy announced.
He laughed as Amelia rushed out of the room to make last minute preparations. Then he settled in beside his mate and his son. Hermione smiled at him and snuggled into his side. She decided that this was as close to peace as she was ever going to get. The trip would start worries anew but for now, she could just bask in the glow of absolute calm.
“Congratulations.”
Hermione almost leapt off the bed in fright when the baritone voice filled the room. Snape entered cautiously, despite the fact that Malfoy had bounded off the bed and was now crouched in attach position in front of the bed and snarling.
“What are you doing here?” Malfoy growled. “Vampires can’t enter unless invited.”
Snape narrowed his eyes. “And werewolves turn as close to humans as possible so they can eat them.”
Malfoy snarled and shook his head. “We told you to stay away.”
Snape smirked and leaned against the wall. “I bring news.”

AN: M�kutu K�inga means Magic Home in Maori. Cause I'm sooo original. One more chapter after this I think. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I enjoy every single one. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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