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Three Conditions	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48512 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the HP universe. JK Rowling does. I just borrow her toys and put them back in reletively decent shape when I'm through. I make no money doing this, which is why I work two jobs.

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Hermione shook as she entered the hut. It sat exactly where Snape said it would, though it was in good condition for having been abandoned for at least a century. The women of the tribe had actually encouraged her to make the journey there, even packing some food for the trip. Harry had been taken to the elders that morning after nearly fainting at breakfast. He was in bad shape, which was why it was so important that she tell Malfoy today.
Snape had been correct. It was a lot less frightening to tell him from another continent than it would have been face to face. At least he couldn’t hex her through the mirror. He’d almost looked relieved when she contacted him before it was replaced with a sexy smile. She felt a pang in her nether region at that smile. After all these months of fear and dread, she still wanted him. What was wrong with her?
“I knew you’d come back eventually,” he purred.
She swallowed and looked at the ceiling of the hut for help. Of course, it couldn’t help her at all. But it allowed her to regain her control. And it had made the smile slide off those sensual lips.
“I didn’t contact you for a quick fuck,” she said firmly, though her voice cracked.
He frowned, looking angry. “What then?”
“There’s no easy way to say this,” she said softly, trying to figure out a way to break it to him gently.
“Then you’d best spit it out,” he snapped. “I don’t enjoy having my time wasted.
That got her. She huffed. “I’m pregnant you great stupid git. And it’s yours.”
Malfoy’s mouth was agog for far longer than was appropriate, but she figured she’d allow him the indignity. After all, it was quite a shock for her as well. And she hadn’t seen the man in five months. He might be doing mental arithmancy. Then again, his brain could have just come to a halt. Either way, she waited him out.
“Are you sure it’s mine,” he’d finally whispered after several minutes.
She huffed. “What kind of slut do you think I am?”
“Thought you were mine,” he murmured, obviously not expecting her to hear it. But then he cleared his throat and stared her down. “How am I to know who all you’ve slept with?”
She rolled her eyes. “There’s only been you. Happy now? Ego all stroked? Can we move on?”
He shook his head, eyes moving side to side so fast she was afraid that they might strain. “But we haven’t seen each other in five months.”
“So glad you noticed,” she muttered.
He narrowed his eyes. “Point the mirror at your stomach, sideways if you’d please.”
She gulped and did as he asked, cringing when he started cursing in English, French, and Latin successively. When she brought the mirror back up, he was nearly as red as Ron got when he was embarrassed.
“WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?” he exploded. “YOU’RE WAY MORE THAN FIVE FUCKING MONTHS PREGNANT.” He dissolved into more cursing.
Angry tears sprung to her eyes. “Never!” she screeched. “And I’m sorry I told you now.”
He stopped his tirade, looking at her in disbelief. “Then why tell me at all?”
“Look,” she snapped. “I had to tell you, okay? And now I have. Don’t worry though. I’ll take care of him. No one will ever know. Your precious reputation will be safe.”
“Him,” he whispered. “It’s a boy?”
She dashed the tears from her eyes and nodded. Malfoy ran his hand through his hair, obviously pacing back and forth in some sort of library. The kaleidoscope of colorful book spines passing by was making her a little nauseous. He finally stopped and looked at her, his face twisting into a grimace of anger and misery.
“You thought I’d want you to abort him. Or kill him.”
Her lip quivered but she wouldn’t lie. She nodded her head and watched as Malfoy crumpled into a chair. He shook his head, tears starting to form in those beautiful grey eyes.
“I thought you trusted me.”
She shook her head sadly. “There is a huge difference between trusting you to keep your mouth shut about fucking you in an alcove and trusting that you’d given up your prejudices enough to allow a half-blood Malfoy. And a bastard at that.”
Malfoy snorted. “You should know that I don’t give a flying fuck about your blood status.” He sighed. “But I can’t say that Father will be thrilled.”
Fear seized her heart. “Will… are…”
“I won’t tell him,” Malfoy said. “Not yet. There’s too much to discuss.”
“Discuss?” she asked in confusion. “What is there to discuss?”
“I’ll not abandon my son, Granger,” Malfoy said firmly. “And as Merlin as my witness, you won’t keep him from me either. We need to talk this out.”
“Now’s not the best time,” she hedged. “Maybe in a few months.”
Malfoy growled. “How far along are you right now?”
“S-seven months,” she whispered.
Malfoy blinked. “The first night?”
She nodded.
“Fuck me,” he breathed.
“I did. That’s why we’re in this mess,” she snapped.
He laughed and then shook his head. “Oh, I have missed you, Granger. Where in the fuck are you anyway? No one knows where you disappeared to. Your flat is empty. Your friends and parents think you’ve gone on holiday but they don’t know where.”
“How do you know that?” she growled.
Malfoy quirked a brow. “Because I contacted them when I couldn’t find you after a month of looking. They never mentioned you being pregnant.”
“They don’t know,” she said quietly.
“Merlin, woman. Who does know?”
“Harry,” she whispered, cringing at the string of curses that brought on. “He knows all about us, Malfoy. And before you start, he’s been harping on me about telling you, too.”
Malfoy snorted. “Can’t say I’d ever thought I’d see the day Saint Potter was on my side.”
She shook her head. She refused to get into a long distance discussion with Malfoy regarding Harry’s feelings about family. Since he’d grown up without his parents, he thought Hermione was selfish to try and deprive her son of his. She couldn’t say she didn’t agree. Wouldn’t Harry be proud of her now? Harry. She blinked back tears at the thought. She hoped beyond hope that he gained the elders’ trust tonight. Not even Snape could help them there.
“You okay, Granger?”
She nodded quickly. “Yes, fine.”
“Then answer the question.”
“What question?”
“Where. Are. You?”
“Oh,” she said, biting her lip. “Um, I really meant it earlier. Now is not the best time. Can it wait?”
“I’m not waiting until my son is born to talk to you, Granger. Now you tell me where you are, or I swear to Merlin I’ll use a blood locating spell and find you.”
She blinked in shock at the serious look on his face. He’d definitely perform the illegal spell if she refused to cooperate. She couldn’t afford for him to do that. Her stomach would light up like a Christmas tree and the villagers would have her killed. She took a deep breath and prepared for another round of Malfoy’s rather extended vocabulary.
“You can’t do that. You’ll get me and your son killed.”
Malfoy’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Where. In. The. Fuck. Are. You?”
She sighed. “Gabon, Africa.”
“WHAT? WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE?”
Hermione let him continue for several minutes before whistling so he’d stop. “If you’d shut up long enough to let me explain….”
Malfoy crossed his arms. “This better be good.”
She took a deep breath to center herself. “I’m with Harry.”
“I gathered that,” Malfoy snapped. “You two disappeared at the same time. And apparently Potter neglected to tell his muggle boyfriend that he was going on a long holiday.”
“How is Henry?”
Malfoy frowned. “How the fuck should I know? I heard that from the Weasley girl.”
“You talked to Ginny?”
Malfoy shook his head. “She was talking to Longbottom in the Leaky about scarhead and how worried everyone was, said his muggle boyfriend was hurt but had decided to move on. Well, more like yapping at the top of her lungs. I’m surprised it wasn’t in the Prophet. Every witch and wizard in a thirty kilometer radious probably heard her. Said no one had heard from him in weeks.”
“I promised Harry I wouldn’t tell anyone. But then again, I promised you the same thing.”
“And,” Malfoy drawled.
She took another deep breath and blew it out. “Harry’s dying.”
Malfoy frowned. “And this is what, some sort of farewell tour?”
She shook her head. “No. We’ve come here in search of a cure.”
“What’s wrong with Potter?”
“Cancer,” she whispered. “Rare. It’s a magically mutated muggle one.”
Malfoy sighed and nodded, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry, Granger. But surely you know that it’s pretty hopeless.”
“There’s one way,” she said. “And that’s why we’re here. The Fang tribe has sentient healers that can help. But they are hiding within the tribe. The tribe doesn’t know that they are actually practicing magic instead of working miracles in the elders’ names. They will kill sorcerers so we have to be very careful. We’re trying to gain trust so we can find the hiding healer and plead for their help.”
“But you’d need more than that.”
“I know,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “There’s a potion series. It will target the cancer and eradicate it. But you need a sentient healer to heal the damage as the treatment is given. It’s a long shot but I’m not going to give up on him yet.”
“Granger,” Malfoy said slowly. “I’ve only heard of one potion like that, a series given in succession. It was invented by Severus Snape. And no one knows how it’s made.”
“I do,” she whispered.
“Where. Exactly. Are. You?”
She sighed. “In the nearest Fang tribe from Libreville Leon M'ba International Airport. Harry and I are staying in the village with the tribe. You should know, we’re pretending to be married. It’s for the baby’s safety. Anyway, Harry has told them that his brother will marry me if he dies.”
“Potter doesn’t have a brother.”
She smiled. “He’s tall with white blond hair and eyes the color of storm clouds. A complete opposite to Harry in every way.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
She trembled as she walked into town. She needed a few things if they were going to continue with the healing and she couldn’t get them at the village. Besides, she needed time to clear her head. Between Snape’s visit last night and her conversation with Malfoy, there wasn’t room for any more surprises.
If everything worked like she hoped it would, Harry would be well in a few months. She’d be a new mother and Malfoy… Malfoy would be a proper father. If she were honest with herself, she was still a little scared that he might try to hurt her and the baby. But she trusted Snape. The man had nearly died saving them. He wouldn’t lead her astray now.
That was another thing she was burning up with curiously about. How had Snape survived Nagini’s attack? She couldn’t see his neck last night. She could barely see anything at all, but she’d never forget his black eyes… or that voice. It had occurred to her to ask, but she was too terrified that he’d turn in anger and refuse to help. It was also why she hadn’t apologized for her previous behavior. The conversation with Dumbledore was not forgotten. That’s why she had settled for letting him know that she was glad he had survived.
Snape seemed much different now, mellower, at peace maybe. Then again, why wouldn’t he be? The man that had killed his best friend and first love was dead. He’d protected her son to his death, or close to it, and the war was over. His tasks were finished. No more teaching dunderheads. But then why did he want to take her on as an apprentice? Didn’t he hate teaching? He certainly didn’t act like he enjoyed it, except when he was teaching DADA. Then again, did she really know him at all? It was too late to back out now anyway. And she wouldn’t if she could so the point was moot.
“He knows then?”
She jumped and spun, just managing not to pull her wand on her old Professor. How he had snuck up behind her in the little shop was a mystery. But she was glad he was there nevertheless. Still, wasn’t he supposed to be with the elders?
“You’re at least a little more awake now,” Snape continued, breezing past her and plucking a jar of crystals off the shelf beside her. “So, the answer?”
“H-he knows,” she said softly. “H-he said he’ll be here in an hour. Well, forty minutes now.”
Snape hummed. “It’s just as well. The child will need someone to sustain it when you ultimately pass out from exertion.”
“Can he do that?” she asked.
“He’s the father,” Snape said absentmindedly as he scanned another shelf full of shells for tourists. “That’s part and parcel.”
“Then explain single mothers.”
“Normally exhausted.”
She blinked in understanding. “That’s why you wanted me to tell him.”
“He deserves to know,” Snape said sternly.
She rolled her eyes and handed him a tiny jar of cocoa butter. “You never have just one reason to do anything.”
He smirked and accepted the jar. “He’s my godson, Miss Granger. I shouldn’t need another reason.”
“And will you be telling this beloved godson that you are not, in fact, dead?”
“He will find out soon enough,” Snape said quietly. “If you are to apprentice, someone will need to watch the child during lessons. I assume it will be him.”
“I’ll not allow house elves to raise my child,” she hissed.
“I said him, not his elves,” Snape drawled.
She huffed. “You’re bloody impossible, you know that?”
“Best get used to it,” Snape purred. “We’ll be together for a very long time.”
She sighed and shook her head. “Are you going to purchase these or should I?”
“I will. You will purchase a container of coconut milk and drink it on the way back to the tribe. They’ll be worried about you.”
She nodded and bade her goodbye, her stomach in knots as she tried to drink the milk and nibble on some of the fruit the women had given her. She just hoped everything worked out. Several lives depended on it.

AN: Now the pieces are coming together. Think the puzzle will solve itself so quickly? :) As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I feel like a kid in a candy store every time I get one. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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