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1912 Present meet Past UNDER CONSTRUCTION	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: SOME OF THE EVENTS PORTRAYED ARE BASED OFF OF REAL FACTS AND PEOPLE. I do NOT own any Harry Potter characters.That right goes to the AMAZING J.K. Rowling. I do own some of the made up people and places you will encounter.

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This is the last chapter before the epilogue guys! I am happy and sad at the same time that this story is coming to an end. You have all given me so much hope in writing, just by reading, commenting, and liking this story. I want to thank you all for keeping up with me and taking the time out of your day to entertain my first Fanfiction. I can’t even begin to tell you how much you all mean to me.

@saxman66- Lol if my fiance would allow it I totally would invite you. Thanks to you and a few others but mainly you and your ideas, you have helped me grow my story to be more than I thought it ever could be. But I am sure many pictures will be posted on my Facebook and I will defintely send out a link to show everyone lol. Unfortunately though, we are not honeymooning in Bora Bora. I only picked that location because I wanted different than Paris that every other Dramione FF I've read has done. We though, are going to Disney World!

Chapter 41- The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Seven Months Later
Tuesday December 25^th, 2001 01:33pm
Christmas at the Burrow, was not something Draco had ever thought he would attend; let alone his parents attend as well. He was used to the small gathering between himself and his parents on Christmas day; that, or the large extravagant parties his mother like to hold in the Great Hall of Malfoy Manor. However, the atmosphere of the large family gathering made him feel comfort. He enjoyed the warm chaos surrounding him. It felt like what a home, should feel like.
Over the past seven months, Draco and Hermione learned the difference of each tingle when the other showed an emotion. It was a rough ride with Draco’s emotions being tenfold to hers, and her pregnancy hormones making her feelings flip flop all over the place; but they managed to figure it out.
He and Mr. Greengrass had also developed a new line of muggle technology like Hermione had suggested all those months ago. Malfoy Incorporation, expanded and grew, much more than he had expected. Apparently, cell phones and televisions being charmed to work in the wizarding world, was something every magical being wanted and needed. It was faster to spread news through the community and talk to one another instantly, without waiting for days for a reply.
Owls were still used though, for most post and in Hogwarts, where cell phones where not permitted. But televisions became most popular after July of that year, when places like the Daily Prophet, began creating their own news channels for the magical world.
Unfortunately, the news that broadcasted around the entire world, only a few months after their wedding, on September 11^th, 2001; was a day Draco and his friends would remember for the rest of their lives as they stood in front of the television in his flat.
He was happy he didn’t have to experience the terror attack that happened to the World Trade Centers in Lower Manhattan, New York City. Surviving a sinking ship was one thing. Surviving two towers collapsing after being hit by full passenger planes, was another. After that day, he made sure the stones were far apart from each other. He had one sent to South America and the other hidden in Russia somewhere. He didn’t want his child or anyone else to be thrown back in time, to have that day, be their trial.
Malfoy Inc. had sent previsions and staff to help with the aftermath, especially for the magical community affected by the attack. It had led his company to be seen by the world and people from different countries, started investing in him. It wasn’t what he wanted. He just wanted to help. So, he created a few charities, similar to the Red Cross, to help out in any and all disasters around the world.
Today though, was not a day for remembering sadness; it was a day for joy. Draco stood up from the couch he was sitting on in the middle of the crowded living room. Molly Weasley was hectically running around trying to get food and drinks together and looked to need some help. His mother was setting up a table with appetizers as his father, surprisingly, was talking and laughing with Arthur Weasley.
Draco walked to the kitchen where Molly was struggling to balance glasses on a tray.
“Here.” He stated reaching in and taking the tray from her and setting it on the counter.
“Oh, bless your heart, dear. Thank you.” she replied as she took in a breath.
“It’s no problem at all, Mrs. Weasley. I am happy to help.” He smiled “Would you mind if I helped you in here? Hermione is upstairs with Ginny looking at baby clothes since they are both expecting and I kind of still feel a little out of place with everyone in there.” he looked to the room where Harry, Ron, George, and the rest of the Weasley clan stood talking with their significant others.
Molly let off a frown as he placed his hands in his pockets.
“Draco dear, they accept you, you know?”
“I know…I just…can I help you in here, please?”
“Are you okay?” she asked wiping her hands on a dish towel.
“Yeah.” He shrugged.
“You’re lying. I am a mother of six…five, boys;” her face saddened and she lowered her head but quickly perked back up and looked at him. “I know when a male is lying…You can talk to me.”
Draco let out a sigh as he leaned back on the counter.
“I just…Only Potter really understand what I am going through and he’s busy right now. I don’t want to interrupt him.”
“You’re worried.” It was more of a statement then a question “Are you still having nightmares?” she asked while removing the glasses from the tray and placing them in the sink before charming the dishes to clean themselves.
“No.” he replied letting out a breath “But what if I get a nightmare while rocking my child to sleep and I fall asleep with them? What if I hurt my child or even Hermione because of my emotions?”
“That my dear boy, is just called being a parent.” She smiled turning to face him and leaned back on the counter near the sink. “Every new parent is scared when it comes to their child. Trust me, when I had Bill, I basically lost my mind. I charmed everything in the house with cushions making it hard for anyone to get around. I even went as far to think the air he was breathing was going to kill him in some way.” she chuckled “You have learned to control your emotional magic and you are not having nightmares anymore. You are worrying…because you are a father and that is what fathers do.”
He looked at Molly the whole time she spoke. Every word she was saying made sense to him and calmed him slightly.
“Do you want to know my opinion?” she continued as she began wiping the counter.
He nodded his head like he was child looking for help.
“I think…that you are going to make a great father, and you have plenty of people who can and will help you every step of the way. You are not alone in this Draco. You never will be.” She smiled her famous mother smile she was so famous for.
“Thank you Mrs. Weasley…I really needed to hear that.” he half- smiled.
“Oh come here!” she exclaimed waving her arms to give him a hug.
He leaned into her and instantly felt safe; like all his worries just melted away.
‘If she can raise seven children, then he can certainly handle one.’
“Mum, are the cookies ready yet?” Ron shouted from the living room.
Molly scuffed and shook her head.
“Boys!” she chuckled and picked up a large tray of various cookies.
“I can take them.” Draco offered.
“That would be lovely dear, thank you.”
He smiled before taking the tray and began walking over to the group that was laughing at a joke George just told.
“Hey Malfoy!” George exclaimed “Where have you been hiding at? You missed a great joke mate.”
“Please don’t repeat it again.” Angelina chuckled. “I am sure Malfoy does not want to hear it.”
“Hear what?” Draco asked with interest.
“My fiancé here, thinks that it’s is funny to joke about the time you were turned into a ferret by fake Professor Moody.” She nudge George as if she wanted to be mad while the rest of the group looked at Draco in worry; waiting to see his reaction.
“Oh,” Draco began “Well…I’m a little upset it’s not my animagus form. It would be good animal to get into tight spaces.” he chuckled slightly in embarrassment when everyone just looked at him in shock.
Draco had realized when he first started dating Hermione, that it was good to sometimes laugh at himself. It meant that others couldn’t use it against him and it made him feel less angry at the world. It had been years since that awful transformation, but looking back on it now, he could see how it would be funny.
“Bloody hell! I didn’t even think about that!” George claimed slapping a hand to his forehead and everyone began to relax.
“You could probably make a toffee or something to turn people into small animals temporarily, for your joke shop.” Draco suggested. “I mean you already have the extendable ears; why not add small rodents or something too?” He shrugged.
George looked at Draco like he had sprung flowers from his ears.
“You Malfoy, are a bloody genius…Come, walk with me, let’s talk business.” George stated with mischief in his smile and wrapped an arm around Draco.
“At least leave the cookies!” Ron called out as they walked away.
Draco turned back around with a friendly smirk and set the tray down on the table before turning back to George. But as he took a few steps forward, he suddenly got a panic tingle in his chest.
It was light at first and he shrugged it off to Hermione worrying about the baby again; but the tingle suddenly got stronger. It was strong enough to make him hunch over and grab the back of a chair for support.
“Whoa, you okay Malfoy?” George asked resting a hand on his back and leaned over to look at him.
Draco tried to nod his head yes, but as the tingle grew, the harder it was for him to breathe. He began to fall over but George caught him and eased him to the floor. The rest of the room got quiet and looked at him with worry as they began to crowd around him.
“Draco!” Narcissa called out, rushing over to him. “Draco what’s wrong son? What is it?”
“I…I don’t know. Something is wrong with Hermione. She is panicking…I need to get to her.”
Ron and Harry’s eyes widen and they began to rush to stairs to check on her; but they were stopped by a very wide eyed, six month pregnant, Ginny.
“We need to get to St. Mungo’s!” she exclaimed breathing heavy “Hermione’s water broke!”
“What?” Everyone in the room said at once as their eyes snapped to the stairs.
Draco began to panic on the floor as he looked up at the red head in shock. He thought he was ready for this day but now that the day had come; he was far from it.
He rushed to stand up, with the help of George and ran to the stairs. Ginny began to run back up with Draco following close behind. He still felt a now light, tingling in his chest when he burst through the door to see Hermione sitting on Ginny’s bed in a soft blue dress and a puddle of water on the floor below her.
He looked her up and down before moving quickly to her side. Harry and Ron ran into the room with panic stricken faces, to help carry Hermione down the stairs and into the floo. Harry grabbed her right arm as Draco grabbed her left and began to lift her.
She let out a loud cry as a contraction hit her hard and almost fell to the floor. Draco and Harry caught her and started walking her to the door, as Hermione held on to her belly. Ron ran out of the room and down the hall, only to come back a few seconds later, with a cold wet cloth. He began patting Hermione’s forehead and neck as they slowly walked down out of the room.
Hermione let out another painful cry and held her stomach and she hunched over when they were about a quarter of the way from the stairs.
“Something is not right.” Ginny exclaimed.
Draco’s head snapped back to her in fear and panic.
“What do you mean something is not right?” he demanded “You can’t just say that when my wife is going into labor!”
“I’m sorry Draco, but her contractions, they shouldn’t be that close together! We don’t have time to get her to the hospital; that baby is coming sooner rather than later!”
Draco’s’ eyes widened and he looked down at his bent over wife, who was now trying to breathe, before looking up at Harry.
“We either need to get her down stairs to the living room or we need to get her back into the bedroom, which is now further away.” Harry suggested.
“Living room is closer.” Ron chimed in “Come on, it’s only a few steps.”
The group began to descend the stairs as the people, already below them, hustled around getting things ready for the trip to the hospital.
“Change of plans!” Ginny called out from behind Hermione, halfway down the stairs.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at her in confusion.
“Baby is coming now. We don’t have time to floo. We need pillows and blankets and clean water!” she commanded.
“Ze baby, come now?” Fleur asked smiling as everyone around her began creating a makeshift bed on the floor in front of the couch. “Oh zis is so exciting!” she clapped her hands and began walking towards Hermione. “Come, I will ‘elp you.” she waved her hand, motioning them to follow her.
Draco raised a brow, wondering just how much Fleur Delacour-Weasley actually knew about delivering babies; but, they followed her anyway.
Harry and Draco helped sit Hermione down on the fort of blankets and pillows and leaned her back against the couch. She was already sweating and breathing heavily as another contraction hit her.
“Ze men must leave ze room please.” Fleur stated as she motioned the men out of the room. “Zat includes you as well.” She pointed her head at Harry, Ron and Draco.
They stood to leave but Hermione reached out her hand and grabbed Draco’s sleeve.
“Draco…” she muttered quietly.
Draco looked at his wife’s pleading eyes and instantly went back to her side. He wasn’t going to leave her; not when she needed him the most right now. He removed his jacket and set it on the couch. Rolling up his sleeves, he held on to her left hand with both of his and kissed her temple.
“Right.” Mrs. Weasley began as she marched into the room with two buckets of water and a stack of towels hovering behind her. “I have called for Healer Francis but I am afraid he probably won’t make it here in time. He is in another country on holiday and is trying to get a port key back. So, Ginny, Angelina, you each hold up a leg; Draco I need you to get behind Hermione. Narcissa, take this rag and begin blotting Hermione’s neck and chest; keep her cool. Quickly now!” She ordered setting the buckets down.
The group maneuvered around to place themselves where Molly had told them to go. Molly held Hermione’s right hand in hers as Narcissa began blotting her head and neck. Draco held on to her left hand and she leaned back onto him.
“You got this little cub.” He whispered with comfort in her ear and kissed her head. “Just breathe.”
She nodded her head as she inhaled through her noise and slowly out through her mouth. But another contraction hit and she yelled out.
“You are almost zere ‘ermione. I need you to push.” Fleur stated rather calmly, as she washed her hands in one of the buckets.
“Hermione shook her head no as the sweat dribbled down her face. Fleur looked at her worryingly with a frown.
“You ‘ave to push.”
“I can’t.” Hermione stated through her breaths “It’ hurts.” She cried.
Fleur looked up to Draco and he knew he had to do something. He leaned down and kissed Hermione’s ear before he began to whisper.
“You need to push Hermione. Come on, love. Push for me.”
She shook her head again and looked at Fleur ; pleading with her to make the pain go away.
“I know it hurts little one, but our baby needs you to do this. You have to push, okay? Squeeze my hand; I don’t care if you have to break it just do what you need to, okay? I am right here…I have you; I promise. I am right here with you.” he whispered softly to her.
She nodded her head in acceptance and let out a scream as she began to push. Ginny and Angelina had to reposition themselves to hold Hermione’s legs up when she pushed against them and Draco had to hold back a wince as she squeezed the ever loving life, out of his hand.
But he didn’t care. He would do whatever it took to keep his wife comfortable. Even fight through the pain of a few broken fingers.
After about an hour of pushing; Hermione seemed to have given up. The atmosphere in the room was riddled with fear and Hermione was drenched in sweat; breathing heavily as her head rested on Draco’s neck.
The head of their baby was out but a shoulder appeared to be stuck, and all the pushing she was doing, was getting them nowhere. They needed to act fast; so Fleur, who apparently was trained to be a midwife, switched places with Molly and started pressing on Hermione’s belly, just above her pelvic bone.
“Push ‘ermione!” she called out.
Draco watched with worry as she pressed firmly down before looking back at the baby.
She pushed again and Draco’s mind began to swim in panic when Fleur’s face fell as she looked back again.
“Again…Push!” she exclaimed as she tried pressing above Hermione’s pelvis, one more time.
Hermione let out a cry as she tried to push as hard as she could. Their baby popped out from the stuck position and into Molly’s ready hands. Molly quickly grabbed a towel and began covering the child before grabbing her wand and spelling the fluids away from its mouth and nose. However, no noise came from the tiny infant in her arms.
“Why is there no crying? Why is my baby not crying?” Hermione asked frantically.
Draco began shushing her calmly and rocked her back and forth; trying to sooth not only his wife, but himself as well.
The room was quiet as Fleur took the baby from Molly’s arms and covered its mouth and noise with hers. She let out a few breaths but the child did not move. She tried again and again, but still, nothing.
A single tear began to trickle down Draco’s cheek as everyone watched the scene unfold.
A light whimper was suddenly heard before a full out cry of an infant echoed in the room. Everyone let out the breaths they were holding as Fleur smiled brightly at the two happy parents.
“Congratulations!” She exclaimed “It’s a boy!”
The room erupted in cheers as Fleur handed their baby over to Hermione’s outstretched hands.
Draco looked down at his son with joy not only on his face, but in his heart as well.
“We have a Christmas baby.” Hermione stated proudly with a wide smile as she gently touched the noise of their son.
“Merry Christmas, Hermione.” Draco whispered with a smile in her ear.
“We still have to get ze placenta out but in ze mean time,” She held up a pair of muggle surgical scissors “Draco, would you like to do ze honor?”
He took the scissors in his hand but was unsure of what he was supposed to do. He turned the shears in his fingers with confusion and looked up at Molly.
“You are supposed to cut the cord, dear.” She smiled.
“Oh.” He chuckled.
Fleur had already pitched the cord and showed him where to cut. He snipped the cord and instantly felt excitement fill his chest. His own thrill, mixed with Hermione’s.
He handed the shears back to Fleur when Healer Francis floo’d into the room.
“I am so sorry I am lat-oh goodness me!” he placed a hand on his chest when he saw the group of women, plus Draco, huddled around the baby in Hermione’s arms. “Would you look at that!” he smiled kindly.
He stepped forward and Molly moved out of the way so he could check Hermione over.
“So,” he began setting his bag down, putting on some gloves, and kneeling to the floor. “I am just going to check you over and see how everything went. I am to assume you had a midwife on call?”
“Well,” Hermione began still grinning from ear to ear “Fleur apparently was trained and helped deliver our baby. I guess you could say she was on call.” She looked proudly up at Fleur, who looked like she was about to start crying with happiness.
“Good, good. I would like to talk with you afterwards to get the full details.” He stated as he began looking Hermione over. “…It looks like you still need to deliver the placenta but we can do that in a few minutes. Then I want to get you St. Mungo’s to have you and your baby properly looked over.”
“Okay.” Hermione stated sweetly.
“How long will they both be there?” Draco asked finally looking away from his newborn son.
“Oh, I’d say about…two hours, tops. As long as everything checks out okay; but everything so far to me looks good.” He smiled at him. “So, have you guys thought of a name yet?” he asked raising a brow with interest.
Hermione looked up to Draco who looked down on her and kissed her forehead.
“We haven’t decided yet. We were waiting to until the baby was born before we picked. But I was thinkin-”
“Scorpius.” Hermione quickly cut in.
Draco looked at his wife in shock and confusion.
‘She told him she hated that name only a few weeks ago. Why did she all of sudden change her mind?’
“Love, you said-”
“I know what I said, but you absolutely love the name and it is tradition to have the Malfoy children named after constellations…” She cut in again “You were there for me Draco, when I needed you the most. You didn’t have to stay but you did, and you helped me through the whole thing. You didn’t back out when you found out I was pregnant and you stayed with me the whole time. You even planned a whole wedding that catered to everything I ever dreamed of and I never thanked you for it…I want you to have everything you ever wanted as well. I want to name our child Scorpius and I want to give him the full name you picked out. It is the least I could do for you. Plus I have grown to actually like the name.”
“Hermione you don’t have to do that for me. You and our child…you are both enough to make me the happiest man in the world. I don’t need a name to make me happy.”
“I want to do it because I love you.” she smiled up at him.
He paused for a moment, looking over his wife to make sure that she was absolutely certain. When she gave no doubt that the decision she made was one she really wanted, he kissed her wet forehead.
“Scorpius?” he asked again with a smile growing on his face.
She nodded her head and bit her bottom lip before replying to him.
“Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.”
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