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The Marriage Contract	By : SweetHoney Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18442 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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This vacation was turning out to be a nightmare. Hermione thought as she folded the wet cloth and placed it over Draco's forehead. She had seen the signs of the fever coming and warned him to stop working and rest. Did he listen to her? No. Now he was bedridden.

"Draco? Can you hear me?" asked Hermione, lightly shaking him.

Draco opened his eyes and responded with a groan.

"It's time for your potion."

"Noooo..." he groaned even louder.

Hermione stuffed an extra pillow underneath his head to place him in a more comfortable position to drink his potion. "Its good for you." she coaxed.

"It tastes like dragon dung."

"How do you know that? Have you tasted dragon dung?"

Draco glared daggers at her. "Of course not. It was a figure of speech."

"Drink your potion." Hermione insisted. "If you drink it really fast you won't taste the flavor."

"Is that true?"

"Yes,"

Draco supposed that if she wasn't stuttering than it must be true. Giving in, he took the glass vial and drank the potion. "Disgusting!" he coughed.

"That's because you didn't drink fast enough." stated Hermione, handing him a glass of water.

Draco accepted the water, wondering if what Hermione said was true. He gulped a mouth full to erase the lingering taste of the bitter potion. Hermione removed the wet cloth from his forehead and put it back on the bowl of water. Draco's entire body shivered from her simple touch and hoped she didn't noticed that.

He cleared his throat. "How's mother?"

"Better," replied Hermione. "She's eating the meals I left for her."

"Has the doctor arrived yet?" asked Draco.

Narcissa wasn't getting worse but she wasn't getting better either. It worried Hermione. She had contacted her superiors at St. Mungos about Narciss's condition and they recommended a highly praised American psychiatrist by the name of Anastasia Brockington to her. Hermione told Draco about the doctor and asked his permission to contact her and he agreed. Together, they spoke to Anastasia on the phone. Anastasia said she would come see Narcissa for herself to evaluate her and see if she could do anything.

"Any minute now."

When they called Anastasia, she was in the States addressing her personal affairs and promised to be there as soon as she could.

"Master," said house elf, aparating near the corner of Draco's bed, "guest here. Waiting downstairs."

Draco nodded and push the covers off himself but Hermione stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going? You are in no condition to entertain gues-" Hermione's sentence was cut short when she saw the determination in Draco's face.

"She is the only one that can save my mother."

Hermione understood and didn't press the issue. She excused herself to see to the doctor and allowed him time to get dress. When she went downstairs, Hermione was stunned by the sight of the gorgeous woman in black robes. Anastasia had glittering blue eyes and smooth ivory skin, her black hair pulled back into a French twist.

"You must be Hermione Granger." said Anastasia in an American accent, extending a hand to Hermione.

"Yes, and Draco is upstairs. He'll be down in a moment." Hermione took her hand and shook it before directing her to the drawing room to sit.

"Thank you for coming here doctor. We really appreciate it." said Hermione.

"Please, call me Anna and don't thank me so early. I have not seen Mrs. Malfoy's condition, yet and I don't know if I could help her."

Hermione didn't allow Anna's words to discourage her. She and Draco had done their research on Anna before calling her. Her credentials were excellent. They really believe she could cure Narcissa. What Hermione found odd was how young Anna looked. She looked as if she was in her early twenties. She must be a genius to have accomplished so much at such a young age.

"Sorry I'm late." said Draco as he entered the room looking as impeccable as ever.

Hermione felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the sight of him. While he was bedridden he was pale as a ghost and drowning in sweat, it was easy for her to see him as any other patient. But now that he had fixed his hair and bathed, looking like his old self. It made her shy and nervous. They hadn't spoken about what had happened between them because of Draco's fever and Narcissa's mental health. It was as if it never happened.

Anna stood up to shake Draco's hand. "I'm Anna, pleasure to meet you in person."

"Thank you for coming. I know how busy you are." said Draco. He led both woman upstairs to his mother's room. He opened the door slightly to allow Anna to peek inside.

Anna stuck her head to looked inside for less than five seconds and pulled back out. She suggested they return to the drawing room.

"She is suffering from a purely mental related illness. The trauma she'd received from the fall has nothing to do with it." said Anna.

"You got all that from one look?" asked Hermione. Anna truly was as skilled as they said she was.

"Yes," replied Anna, "and also you're expecting."

Hermione stiffened at what she just said.

"I'm sorry," said Hermione, "could you repeat yourself? I thought you said that I'm expecting?"

"No," Anna shook her head, "well...you are expecting." she said to Hermione, "but it seems Draco is expecting also." she turned to Draco, who had fainted in his chair from hearing her words.

"Draco!" Hermione rushed to him.

Anna slowly stood up and went to the two. She knelt beside them and touched Draco's stomach. "Oh...my apologies. He's not pregnant, but you certainly are." she said, her palms flat on Hermione's stomach.

"What?" gasped Hermione, tears welling her eyes. "I'm pregnant?"

Anna lightly squeezed Hermione's belly over her robes and released her. "I'd say you're about eight weeks."

"I'm pregnant?" Hermione repeated, not believing what Anna was telling her. "How do you know?"

"It's a gift. I have many friends who were pregnant. Being around their kind for so long, I could call it on sight." Anna explained, "You are pregnant but you didn't show physical signs. Draco on the other hand certainly has the pregnancy glow and fatigue. Tell me, Hermione, did you and Draco have sex using a magical sex toy, or spells?"

Hermione blushed at her question.

"It's crucial that you tell me. Draco's life could be in danger."

Hermione opened and closed her mouth. She took a deep breath and spoke, "That night I touched something an-and I remember feeling cold all over. It was so cold. I threw myself at Draco."

"What was the cold object that you touched?"

Hermione shook her head. All this time she was too distracted by all that's happened to remember. She forgot all about that box she touched.

"The box was empty."

Hermione and Anna turned to Draco, who had awoken while they were talking.

"I found nothing wrong with it." he said.

"Show me the box." said Anna.

When Draco stood up, Hermione pulled him back down.

"No, I'll go get it. You stay here."

Draco agreed and told Hermione where to find it. While she was gone, Anna examined Draco and cleared him with a clean bill of health.

"I heard about your father. I'm sorry for your lost."

Draco pulled the collar of this robes lose to dull the tightness there, but it wasn't helping.

"The murders have not been capture yet. Therefore I would like to extent my expertise."

Draco arched a brow to this.

"I can help you find the murders."

"So...aside from being a psychiatrist you're private investigator as well?" asked Draco.

"Mercenary is a better term for what I do." said Anna.

"You're a mercenary?" said Draco, now wondering if calling her was the right decision. He was questioning if he could leave his mother in her hands after what she had revealed to him.

"Don't worry about your mother. I am qualified to to treat her. I promise you she will return to her former self in not time. As for my other career. I had to pay my way somehow."

"I understand...but why did you um...chose that path? Why are you still there?" Draco curiously asked her. It was personal, but felt the need to know her reasons before allowing her to stay and care for his mother.

An indescribable look crossed Anna's face and disappeared as soon as it came. "I had a difficult childhood. The world was harsh. I had to make discussions quick. I suppose I could never leave that profession. It was what keep me alive. Provided for me."

Moved, Draco agreed to speak to her about his father later, for now they had other matters that needed their attention. When Hermione returned with the box, she handed it to Anna to examine.

"It's been bewitched." Anna stated the obvious, trying her best not to smile.

"What type of curse?" Hermione asked in concern.

"Is it harmful to the baby?" asked Draco.

"The ultimate female revenge. While Hermione is carrying your child. You -" she said to Draco - "will suffering all of the signs and symptoms of her pregnancy."

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How do you like my little twist? I was laughing to myself when that idea popped in my head.
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