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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Blinded Chapter 31
Draco and Hermione’s hands intertwined as they walked to Ginny’s hospital room. Everything around them seemed to disappear as they soaked in the life-changing news they’d heard. Even though this was unplanned, it was one of the best things that had happened to them in the past year.

As they neared Ginny’s hospital door they both slowed to a stop. Their eyes met in a mixture of excitement and trepidation before Draco knocked on the door and pushed it open.

Harry looked up anxiously at them, while Ginny showed no signs of knowing why they were there, but smiled as her friends walked through the door.

“Back again for more baby cuddles? I really don’t blame you. Isn’t she the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” Ginny held Lily up as she cooed at the baby who looked at her with wide-open eyes.

Draco and Hermione looked at each other with surprise. Harry hadn’t blabbed to his wife about their possible pregnancy after all. Hermione knew it was very rare when Harry didn’t share something with Ginny, especially if it was something as big as this. Ginny could coax any secret out of the man she loved because she innately knew when he was hiding something.

Neither Draco nor Hermione showed much emotion as they quietly pulled up chairs next to the bed. With little Lily snug in her mother’s arms, Hermione couldn’t help but stare at the baby being held so lovingly by her mum. She felt kind of faint thinking that in about 34 weeks that would be her lying there, holding their new baby. Hermione’s lips trembled with emotion and Draco embraced her seeing that her feelings were sitting on the surface and ready to bubble over. Draco seemed to be reading her mind, as his large hand covered her smaller one and gently stroked her fingers.

“So…what brings you two here today?” Harry asked woodenly trying not to smile too big so Ginny wouldn’t catch on that something was up, but he wasn’t doing a very good job of acting nonchalant. Hermione wished that Harry hadn’t sounded like he was reading from a script, because his suspicious wife now glared at him with narrowed eyes.

“Ok, I’m one of the smart Weasleys…” Ginny started to say but was interrupted by her husband.

“Ginny Weasley…Potter, remember?” Harry kissed her, which only made her annoyed.

“Now stop that Mr. Potter. Every time you do that I end up with one of these.” She held up Lily to show her father. “As I was saying, I’m one of the smarter Weasleys’ and I can tell you are bursting to tell us something.”

Hermione almost bounced in her seat and smiled at her friends and nodded her head like she was three years old. “I’m going to have a…a baby,” she declared breathlessly.

Harry grinned, while Ginny screamed with excitement, and which in turn made Lily start to cry. Draco sat stunned at the chaos done by a few words spoken by a Gryffindor. Granted it was the response of the Gryffindors that had contributed to the bedlam, but this one time it didn’t seem to bother Draco at all.

“We are going to get married.” Hermione couldn’t stop smiling like a loon.

Suddenly her smile fell as she realized what she had just said. “Oh, my Gods! I’m going to have a baby and we’re getting married?” She looked at Draco liked she’d suddenly seen Snape in a pair of pink bloomers and nothing else.

The tears came quickly and Draco knew what to do, “It’s OK, it will all be fine.” He held her to him and let her cry on his chest as he rubbed calming circles on her back.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh, “Welcome back to the world of having a hormonal, pregnant woman by your side.” The dirty looks given to him by Ginny and Hermione stopped his laughter as he cleared his throat and looked down at the floor.

Hermione’s lips pressed together as she stood up, “I think I want to go home now.” She wiped her eyes, brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, and left the room like she was in a trance.

“Bye Potters. We’ll be in touch.” Draco waved to the couple and grinned as Ginny smacked Harry for what he’d said, “I can’t believe you said that. You made one of your best friends cry!”

“Ow! I was just joking…stop hitting me,” Harry said, as Draco slipped out of the room. Funny how that made him feel very, very happy.
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Draco found Hermione in Scorpius’s bedroom. She sat on his bed holding the boy in her arms. Her hand smoothed through his curly locks as a few tears still slid down her face. Mipsy stood guard silently by the bed watching over them.

“Master Draco, may I leave the room now?” The house-elf had fully obeyed his orders and stayed with Scorpius until he’d returned.

“Yes, Mipsy, you may return to your other duties. Thank you.” The elf nodded and popped out of the room.

Draco climbed onto the bed, his hands reaching out to hold the hand of his son and the woman he loved. Could life get any better than this? His own thoughts frightened him, because every time his life seemed to be going well, then something else happened to royally screw things up.

“Hi, Papa. What’s wrong with Herminee?” Scorpius asked as he stayed snuggled up with his soon to be new mum. Draco was amazed that his son sensed that he needed to stay right there and let his Herminee hold him.

“Son, we have something that we wanted to ask you,” Draco said. Hermione looked up at him with curiosity.

“Would you like to be a big brother?” Draco asked.

“No Papa, I don’t think so,” Scorp said.

Draco looked at Hermione with concern, who looked like she was ready to hurl at the moment. This wasn’t going well so far and he needed to figure out what his son was feeling.

“Why not Scorp?” Draco held his breath as he waited for an answer.

“Cause I don’t know what a big brother is,” Scorpius answered his father truthfully as he shrugged his shoulders in innocence.

Hermione let loose a sob that quickly turned into boisterous laughter. “Oh brother. A brother is…” she doubled over from laughing so hard. Now Draco was concerned that she was losing it after a long, stressful day.

Scorpius turned to her with his face screwed up in concentration, “What’s so funny?”

“Mate, you know James and Albus Potter, right?” Scorpius nodded his head. Draco started, “Well, they are in a family together, and their father and mum live with them. So, the boys are what we call brothers.”

“Is baby Lily a brother too?”

“No, she’s what people call a sister because she’s a girl. But James and Albus are her brothers.”

Scorp sat there on the bed looking at Draco, his finger started tapping at his lip. This only made the adults laugh since this was a habit that Hermione often did while thinking.

“So which one do we get?” Scorp finally asked. “Do we get to choose?”

“We don’t know for sure mate, but we’ll be happy with either a boy or a girl. Just like I was thrilled that you were a boy when you were born.” Draco said.

Scorpius sat silently for a few minutes thinking hard, “Will I have to share my toys with it?”

Draco tried to hold back his grin, not wanting his son to think he wasn’t taking him seriously. Hermione came to his rescue.

“That would be a nice thing to do. You may like having someone to play with Scorpius.” Hermione said. Draco knew that he'd always wanted a sibling and had talked to Hermione about siblings, and how she’d also wanted at least one too. The adults both knew this, but convincing a toddler about the benefits of having a sibling would be another thing.

Both Draco and Hermione sat waiting patiently for Scorpius’s reply. Finally, the boy folded his arms in front and sighed. “I will try to be a big brother, but don’t get mad at me if I don’t like it.”

The surprisingly grown-up answer stunned them for a minute, but then Draco said, “We appreciate that son.” Hermione winked at him and leaned down to kiss Scorp on his cheek.

“Come here Scorp. Herminee needs a chance to rest some more so I need to carry her to bed.” Draco reached out for his son and pulled him close, but he stopped short when he looked at his son’s arm.

“Hermione, what happened to Scorpius’s arm?” Draco pointed down at the boy’s left arm.

“What do you mean? I don’t think anything happened to him, and Mipsy said everything was fine when we were gone.” She quickly took hold of the boy’s arm and gasped. “I didn’t see that earlier because he had his arm against my side.” Her worried look mirrored his own.

Draco stared at the large circle on his son’s left arm that resembled a bruise. As he looked even closer, he realized that it looked more like a tattoo than a bruise. The oddly shaped circle had black lines that seemed to be bleeding out of the circle.

“Hermione, look! It seems to be getting bigger even as we sit here.” Draco’s heart started pounding even harder and he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Scorpius, did you do something to your arm while we were gone? Maybe Mipsy didn’t see you.” Her panicked voice sounded harsh, as she asked the boy who didn’t seem too concerned with what was happening to his arm.

The boy shook his head, “No, Herminee, I just sat here and read my books and Mipsy brought me food. Oops, I shouldn’t have eaten in my room. Sorry, Papa.” He shyly looked up at his father.

Draco seemed as if he hadn’t even heard his son admit to breaking rules about eating in his room. He also didn’t acknowledge the apology from his son either. All he could see was that his son was scarred with what looked like the Dark Mark that still resided on his left arm. It couldn’t have anything to do with Death Eaters and Voldemort, could it? It had been many years since Harry Potter had defeated the snake-like bastard.

Draco jumped up and walked out of the room as he tried to organize his thoughts. He couldn’t let Hermione or Scorpius see how worried he was. He needed to take his son to a healer to look at the mark.

“Draco, you’re scaring me. What do you think this is? You don’t think…?” she stopped her question mid-sentence and watched as Draco continued pacing the hallway.

He stopped and looked up at her, “You tell me what you think this is? You’re an intelligent woman and I want to see if we’re thinking the same thing.”

Hermione stepped closer to him and grabbed his hands, “It appears to me to resemble the…Dark Mark.” Her eyes tried not to look down at his arm where his sleeves on his dress shirt were rolled up halfway.

Draco stood looking into her eyes waiting for her to say more. He couldn’t hide the agony that was swelling up inside of him.

“What if the MacAteers have something to do with this? That is the exact place on his arm where the knife nicked him the night Connell was in his room.” Hermione stood frozen for a moment in thought.

Draco’s eyes lit up, “Do we know if the other children were also cut by the knife found in their rooms?”

Hermione went running off into the other room, with Draco sprinting after her. He found her rummaging through her satchel throwing files left and right onto the sofa. The woman seemed a bit crazed as she flipped through papers that were flying through the air as she searched.

Finally, she screamed out, “Aha! I found it!” Hermione held up a paper and shoved it into Draco’s hands.

His eyes examined the words, then he looked up sternly, “This report from Harry’s office says that every child had a small cut on their left forearm that was not life-threatening so no healer was needed to treat it.”

“It’s true. That night I just put a plaster on it with a healing gel. He didn’t even complain about it hurting either.” Hermione tried hard to think back to that night and remember if there was some detail she was forgetting.

“We need to let Harry know about this.” Draco hurried down the hallway to Scorpius’s room. He came back holding the boy who now was asleep, curled up in his blanket. “Are you up to going back to St Mungo's?”

“Yes, let’s go now. Maybe Harry is still there with Ginny. I know Molly was staying with the boys until Ginny is released to go home.”

Draco stepped to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder, “Be right behind me?”

“Yes, go now. I’ll be right there,” she said.

Draco hoped that they would find some answers tonight that would have nothing to do with the MacAteers. Deep inside, a part of him knew that this hope would probably only be wishful thinking.
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Hermione flooed to St Mungo's and stepped out of the fireplace to find chaos abounding. In the waiting area were the parents and all of the previously kidnapped children. The parents were yelling for help as their children were held in their arms. The overwhelmed staff did their best to calm the crowd, but it didn’t seem to be helping.

She went towards Draco as another frantic parent came hurrying in screaming about the bruise on their child’s arm that hadn’t been there a few hours before.

Harry came rushing towards them, “What’s going on Hermione? I heard a healer talking about the panic happening down here.” He looked around the room and then his brow furrowed in recognition.

“Shite. What are all of MacAteer’s kidnapping victims and their parents doing here at St Mungo's?”

“Come here Harry and look at Scorp’s arm.” She walked over to Draco and lifted up her soon to be son’s arm showing Harry the mark.

Harry studied the mark and then he looked up at Draco’s exposed arm. “Yes, Potter. We’ve already come to the same conclusion that you have. The mark on all of the children’s arms is on the same spot where the megalomaniac marked his Death Eaters”

“How long has it been there?” Harry asked still examining the large bruise that looked as if it were still weeping ink.

“We just noticed when we came home from the hospital,” Hermione answered him. “It wasn’t there earlier when we left for my appointment.”
“What about the others? Have you had a chance to talk to them?”

“No, we just got here, I would say around the same time as the other parents.”

“Hermione, I can’t get Scorp to wake up. I tried moving him around a bit to see if it hurt and he won’t wake up,” Draco said in a panic.

She quickly looked around the room and noticed the rest of the children were also looking as if they were also asleep. Not one of them was stirring as their parents were speaking loudly and trying to get the healers to come and look at their child.

The earlier bright and vibrant child now lay pale and sickly in Draco’s arms. This couldn’t be happening. How could the day go from utter happiness to sheer terror in a matter of a few hours?

Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw Ron enter the room along with a team of Aurors. Each one branched off to individual parents as they questioned them about their child. Healers soon came and led each set of parents and children off to a room to be examined, with the Auror tailing along.

Harry came with them as a healer led them to a nearby room. Draco reluctantly laid Scorpius down on an examining table but didn’t leave his side, only holding his hand; his eyes willing him to wake up. Hermione didn’t recognize some of the intense spells being used to determine what was on Scorp’s arm. Another healer was trying her best to revive Scorpius but was having no results from her efforts. Hermione’s eyes met Harry’s as they watched Draco brushing his hand through his son’s hair. The hopelessness welled up inside of her as she watched the man she loved suffering. Seeing Draco’s son once again in a life-threatening situation struck at her heart.

“This is so unusual,” the healer said. “It appears to be rapidly spreading as I’ve seen in a live virus.”

Draco, paler than normal, grimaced as if Voldemort had just walked through the door. “What did you say? Live virus? There is something replicating itself in all of our children?”

“No, this isn’t a live virus that you’d find out in the Muggle world. This is all magical; very dark magic.” The Healer kept waving his wand around as he continued through a series of magical tests. The mark on Scorpius’s arm appeared to be growing larger as time went by.

“How are you going to stop this? What is it doing to my son?” Draco’s voice rose as he stared at the Healer.

Silence followed Draco’s question as the Healer tried to hide his unease. Finally, the man guided Draco to a chair next to where Scorpius silently lay.

“I’m going to be honest with you Mr. Malfoy. We’re not really sure what we’re dealing with in this situation.”

Hermione moved towards Draco and stood by his side. “So, where do we go from here?”

The Healer gave a big sigh then spoke, “We go to the Department of Mysteries.”
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