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To Be Loved	By : elexma Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry and Ron frown at Hermione as she pauses on her way to the Headmaster’s office. “What’s wrong ‘Mione?” Ron asks. She smiles and shakes her head as she continues to the stairwell in front of them. “When are you planning to sit your NEWTs?” he inquires.
“I’m actually on my way to talk to Professor Dumbledore about that now,” she replies and glances over her shoulder. She reaches for the stair railing and gasps when her fingers miss the rail and her foot slips from the step. Harry and Ron watch in horror as she tumbles down the flight of stairs.
They both take the steps two and three at a time to reach her crumpled form. Harry brushes her hair from her face then his gaze snaps to Ron when he sucks in a breath. “She’s bleeding! Get a professor. Ron. RON! Get a professor!” he barks. “Hold on Hermione, we’re getting help,” he murmurs and grasps her hand as Ron takes off at a run.
“Move! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!” Professor Snape snarls. The students part for him as he slides to a stop and drops to his knees. “Potter, let Pomfrey know I’m on my way,” he orders. Harry takes off to do his bidding as he carefully levitates Hermione to the Infirmary.
Charlie looks up as he steps out of his classroom and gasps. “What happened?” he demands and moves over to Professor Snape. He studies her face then looks at her belly. His brow furrows and he stumbles at seeing the blood steadily dripping from her skirt hem. He snaps his gaze to Harry when they enter the Infirmary. “Go find Draco,” he says. Harry frowns at him then nods and leaves the Infirmary.
Pomfrey leads them to the private room so Crawford begins running diagnostic spells as Professor Snape settles her on the bed. “Severus, please escort Charles out,” she requests.
“Like hell I’m leaving. What’s wrong with her?” he demands.
Crawford shakes her head then glares at him. “I’m trying to save your daughter’s life Charles! I need everyone out except for Poppy!” she growls while summoning vials. Pomfrey moves about the room then casts a spell on Hermione that removes her clothing. Everyone’s eyes widen at the livid bruises covering her belly. She stirs then whimpers before crying out in pain and attempting to curl into herself.
Draco bursts into the room, panting. “Where is she? What happened?” he demands. Charlie grabs him when he moves to dart over to the bed.
“Stay back so they can work. She’s losing the baby,” Charlie murmurs. Draco’s gaze swings to his as tears spring to his eyes. “They’re trying to save her. To save them both,” he continues and guides the younger man from the room. They lean heavily against the wall outside of the room as Harry and Ron eye them. “What happened?” Charlie asks.
Ron clears his throat and shrugs. “She was on her way to talk to Dumbledore about her NEWTs. I guess she took a misstep and couldn’t grab the railing in time. She fell,” he explains. Harry nods solemnly. “We got to her as quickly as we could.”
They listen as Hermione continues sobbing in pain then start when the door snaps open and Crawford motions to Charlie. “Charles, get in here. Your daughter’s coming,” she says quietly. He nods then motions to Draco so they both enter the room. Draco stops in his tracks at the sight of the blood.
“Why is she bleeding?” he asks softly while Charlies guides him to her side.
“She’s bleeding because the placenta was ripped from the uterine wall during the tumble. It’s dangerous for a witch to fall even a short amount, let alone down an entire flight of stairs,” Crawford says. “She’s losing blood too fast for us to magically repair anything so we had to induce labor,” she continues as Charlie takes Hermione’s other hand.
Draco presses his lips to her temple as she cries. “Please save my baby,” she begs. Crawford nods as she casts a spell, causing the bed to shift and remake itself. She guides Hermione’s feet into the stirrups and carefully pats her knee.
“We’re trying sweetie,” she replies then blinks when Hermione cries out. “Induction shouldn’t be going this fast,” she says and quickly motions to Pomfrey. The other woman gasps and immediately summons a towel. “You’re going to have to push for me sweetheart. She’s right here,” Crawford murmurs.
Hermione nods then grips Charlie and Draco’s hands. “That’s it baby. You can do this,” Charlie whispers against her ear. She screams in pain as she bears down on the pressure in her abdomen. Crawford counts out the contraction then nods at her as she rests. “You’re doing great, baby,” Charlie murmurs.
Another contraction hits so Hermione grits her teeth and pushes again. “That’s an awful lot of blonde hair!” Crawford exclaims as she quickly spells the mucus out of the baby’s nose and throat. “One more and her shoulders will be out!” Charlie and Draco look at each other then Draco smirks so Charlie snorts. Hermione bears down with another contraction so the baby slips from her into Crawford’s waiting arms. “Definitely a little girl,” she says and begins cleaning her.
“Why isn’t she crying? What’s wrong with her?” Hermione demands. Crawford lays the little girl in her arms and shakes her head.
“Nothing. She’s perfect. Bruised and twelve weeks early but she’s perfect. Just quiet,” the woman responds.
Charlie strokes the baby’s hair and frowns. “Of course you would be blonde,” he mutters then grins and pulls Hermione into a kiss. Draco smirks at him again when he releases her so he glares. “Don’t be too proud of yourself,” he sneers.
Pomfrey smiles at the three. “What shall you name her?” she inquires.
“Alora,” the three say in unison.
-x-
Draco looks up from snuggling with Alora when an owl pecks on the window. “Bloody bird,” he hisses and stands. The baby sucks on her dummy as he carries her over to open the window. “Can’t imagine what Father could possible want,” he mumbles. The owl swoops in and drops a parcel on the table before hooting in annoyance and leaving just as quickly. He moves over to the bassinet and lays Alora in it while eyeing the delivery.
Hermione enters the room and smiles at him. “How is she? Did she give you any fuss?” she asks and peers down at the tiny girl.
“Father sent something. I’m about to open it. Would you like to see as well?” he replies and picks up the parcel. She nods and watches as he unties the string and turns the letter in his hands. “For my darling Alora. Grandfather Lucius,” he reads. Charlie enters the room as Draco opens the box and chuckles. He pulls a stuffed unicorn toy out and shows it to Hermione. “Trying to win her over already,” he mutters then lays the toy in the bassinet with the girl.
“Thing’s as big as she is!” Charlie chuckles. Hermione nods then scoops the baby up when she fusses. “Time to eat?” he asks. She nods in return as she unbuttons her blouse and settles on the couch. “So, when do I get to put a baby in you?” he teases.
Hermione levels a glare at him. “Alora and I are still bruised. She’s only a week old. Healer Crawford said that neither one of you can touch me until I’m AT LEAST six weeks postpartum,” she says. He chuckles and strokes her hair from her face.
“I’m just kidding baby,” he replies. She huffs at him as he settles next to her. He watches as Alora nurses contentedly. “Thank Merlin for Harry and Ron’s quick thinking. I can’t imagine what would have happened I they hadn’t been there to help,” he murmurs. She nods then leans against Draco when he sits next to her and drapes an arm across the back of the couch. “Mum and Dad are looking forward to meeting her tonight,” Charlie states.
Draco pats his shoulder before turning his attention back to Alora. “I just can’t get over how tiny she is. Barely a kilogram but she’s still perfect,” he whispers against Hermione’s temple before pressing a kiss to it. “Father is still demanding to see her as well. We can’t let him know that Molly and Arthur met her before he did,” he says and flicks his gaze to Charlie. The man nods.
A knock on the door draws their attention so Hermione nods to it. “Go ahead and open it. I’m covered,” she says when Draco drapes a light blanket over the nursing baby. Charlie stands and moves over to the door. “Harry! Ron!” Hermione exclaims when they step through the opened door with Ginny in tow. “Thank you so much for everything you did. I don’t know how I missed the step.”
Harry grins at her then flicks his gaze between the two men. “So… want to tell me when you married him?” he inquires and jerks his chin at Draco. All four men turn toward her so she blushes.
Hermione shifts Alora to her shoulder to burp her. “How did you know?” she returns.
Ron glares at Charlie when the man punches his shoulder. “He was bonded to us Christmas Eve morning.”
“So you were already married when you came to the Burrow? And you DIDN’T tell Mum? She’s going to be livid!” Ginny says. Charlie shrugs then quickly takes Alora when Hermione motions for him. “Merlin, she’s tiny!” she exclaims. She watches as Charlie carries her over to the others and holds her for them to see. “They said she’s healthy right? Even though she was so early?”
“Are you ready? We’re all Flooing to the Burrow,” Charlie says.
-x-o-x-
“Give me that baby!” Molly exclaims as soon as Charlie steps out of the Floo. He chuckles and relinquishes his hold. She hums as she sways with the infant in her arms. Arthur moves over to her and smiles down at the tiny girl when she blinks up at them. “Hello lovey, I’m your grandmum! Yes I am! I love you so much, you beautiful little angel,” Molly coos.
Fred and George turn suspicious eyes on Draco. “Why is she blonde?” George asks.
Hermione clears her throat so everyone looks at her. “Draco, Charlie, and I are a Triad. Alora is biologically Draco’s but is loved just the same by Charlie,” she says sternly. The twins hold their hands up in a placating gesture. “Draco and my bonding happened Christmas Eve morning, before we come to visit. We didn’t inform anyone so that Mister and Missus Malfoy could know first.”
Charlie settles on the couch and pulls Hermione into his lap. Alora squeaks then whimpers and squirms. Molly lays her in Draco’s arms when he moves over to her. She smiles fondly as he snuggles the baby to his chest and makes shushing noises against her forehead. “There now. Daddy’s got you,” he murmurs. She settles into sleep so he smiles at everyone.
“Can I hold her?” Ginny asks.
Hermione bites her lip then shakes her head slightly. “Since she’s so new we want to limit the number of people to who she’s passed. We’re going to Malfoy Manor after here. I don’t want to get her worked up. Come to our rooms tomorrow and you can hold her then,” she says. Ginny nods.
“Come on then, lunch time,” Molly says and claps her hands. They all move to the kitchen and crowd around the table. “It’s so nice to have you join the family, Draco,” she says as she watches Charlie make a plate and set it in front of Draco. He smiles and nods then looks to Hermione when she reaches for Alora.
“Eat. I can wait,” she says. He frowns at her so she smiles at him. “I’m fine. I promise,” she murmurs.
-x-o-x-
Draco frowns when he steps out of the Floo. “Father? Mother?” he calls. The doors to the drawing room open and Lucius steps out. His eyes fall on Hermione and Alora so he moves over to them.
“Alora?” he inquires. Hermione nods and allows the man to take the baby. She watches in fascination as he carefully cradles her in his arms and smiles gently down at her. “My darling Alora,” he murmurs softly and strokes a finger along her cheek. “How is she doing? Did the Healers say anything is wrong with her since she was born so early?” he demands.
“They said she’s perfectly healthy, sir,” she replies.
Lucius snorts at her so she blinks. “My name is Lucius,” he states pointedly. Her eyes widen then she nods in understanding. “Come,” he says and offers his arm. She glances at Draco then takes the offered appendage. They walk upstairs and along a long corridor to a room. Lucius opens the door and leads her in so she gasps.
Narcissa turns from placing an identical unicorn plush in a bright white crib. “Do you like it?” she asks. Hermione stares around at the pale pink walls and white furniture. She moves over to the crib and studies the prancing unicorns on the mobile.
“I love it! You didn’t have to do this!” she says and pulls Narcissa into a hug. The older woman hums at her.
“Alora is my granddaughter. I want the best for her,” she murmurs. Hermione turns to watch as Lucius settles in the glider chair and summons a storybook from the bookshelf. The book floats in front of him and the pages turn as he reads softly to Alora. Hermione moves to pull a lock of hair from the baby’s fist so Lucius shakes his head at her slightly while continuing to read. Alora watches Lucius for a few minutes before stretching and dozing off.
Draco presses a kiss to Narcissa’s cheek, so she pulls him into a hug. “Thank you, Mother,” he mumbles. They pull back and she wipes at the tears in her eyes. Charlie wraps an arm around Hermione as they all watch Lucius continue to read to the sleeping baby.
-x-o-x-
Hermione smiles at Kingsley when she enters the Headmaster’s office. “Kings!” she exclaims and quickly moves over to him. He chuckles and carefully hugs her before taking Alora’s hand in his.
“She’s beautiful, just like her mum,” he says then grins when the baby curls her fingers around his thumb. Hermione allows him to carefully take her and hold her in his arms.
Professor Dumbledore smiles down at the baby then turns his attention to Hermione. “Are you ready for your NEWTs results?” he inquires. She nods and settles in the chair that he motions her to. “Given that you had already birthed, you were allowed extra time in the event Alora needed nursed,” he starts. Hermione blinks at him and frowns so he looks at her over the rim of his spectacles. “Not that you even needed the full amount of original time allotted,” he chuckles to her sheepish grin.
“Sorry Professor,” she whispers. He shakes his head and picks up a piece of parchment.
“No worries dear. I do wish you had taken the extra time though as it made Professor McGonagall a little embarrassed for suggesting you might need it. As such, you have passed with the highest scores the school has seen since my own time as a student,” he says calmly and holds the parchment out to her. She takes it with a shaking hand and stares at the column of ‘O’s.
She looks up with tears in her eyes then stands. “May I hug you?” she asks softly. Professor Dumbledore nods so she latches on his robes and squeezes him tightly. “Thank you so much, Professor! What does this mean for me now? What do I do?”
Kingsley and Professor Dumbledore glance at each other so she frowns. She watches as Kingsley shifts Alora to his shoulder and offers her a rolled parchment. “Now you get to enjoy motherhood, unless of course, you would be willing to do this?” Kingsley says and nods at the parchment. Hermione unrolls the parchment and gasps at the application for Minister’s assistant. “I could use a mind like yours. You can even work by owl,” he murmurs then chuckles when Alora suddenly coos.
Hermione takes the baby and grins down at her. “How old is she now?” Professor Dumbledore asks.
“Three and a half weeks. Healer Crawford said she would look like a newborn until well after her original due date,” she murmurs then nuzzles Alora’s cheek. “Such a good baby,” she whispers. A knock sounds on the door so Professor Dumbledore waves it open. Professor Snape enters and nods to Hermione when she looks up. “Thank you, Professor. You helped save my baby’s life,” she says.
He peers down at Alora then looks back at Hermione’s face. “You’re welcome Missus Weasley-Malfoy,” he replies before turning his attention to Professor Dumbledore. Hermione picks up the parchments and nods to the men as she takes her leave.
Draco grins at her as she takes the last step off the staircase. He gathers her in his arms and kisses her soundly so she whimpers at him. “Not yet love,” he purrs teasingly making her huff in annoyance at him.
“I’ve decided I don’t care what the Healer said. One of you is going to fuck me. NOW,” Hermione states as soon as Draco holds their door open for her. Charlie’s eyebrows shoot up and he looks at Draco over her shoulder. She moves over to him and settles in his lap after passing Alora off to Draco. “Please Charlie,” she whimpers and nuzzles his throat.
“Baby, the Healer said—” he falls silent when she sinks her teeth into his pulse point at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He growls and quickly pins her to the couch so she squeals.
Draco carries Alora to the bedroom and lays her in the bassinet. “You better move your fun to the bedroom, where it’s more comfortable,” he calls out to them. He rolls his eyes as he listens to the giggling become moaning.
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