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My Best Enemy's Baby	By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 51681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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HarryGinny4eva: "Right before Lucius can aim the 'abortio' curse at Hermione, HarryGinny4eva breaks through all the wards on Malfoy Manor and apparates directly into Lucius's study, charges at the man and pummels him into a pile of goo before quickly apparating away again, leaving behind a very shocked Draco and Hermione as they wonder 'WTF just happened???'"

Ok, on with the story....

Chapter Eight

...“No.” Lucius said, “I can’t. But I can do this” He took out his wand, pointed it at Hermione and hissed “Abortio.”...

“NO!!” Draco shouted and tried to push Hermione out of the way as he jumped in front of Lucius to try and stop the curse from hitting her. He wasn’t quite quick enough; Hermione gasped and stumbled backwards as it hit her in the side of the stomach. She choked on a sob as she felt the trickles of blood running down her thighs “YOU BASTARD!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!” She shrieked at Lucius in between sobs hugging her arms around her stomach.

Draco looked stunned for a moment then suddenly he snapped back into action, grabbing Hermione as he hissed at his father “How could you?” then he apparated Hermione and himself straight to St. Mungo’s emergency ward.

A team of medi-witches surrounded them as they appeared and they rushed a sobbing Hermione off to an emergency room, while they questioned Draco about what had just happened.

After he had explained the circumstances he was left by himself in waiting room, pacing restlessly.

He didn’t quite know why he was so upset; he hadn’t planned the baby after all, and he didn’t even love the child’s mother, sure he liked her, in fact, he liked Hermione a lot, but he wouldn’t go as far as calling it love, not even close, not yet, anyway. He knew he had every reason to be upset and angry, his father had just tried to kill, - or had killed, his mind added, but he forced the thought away- his unborn child, but he wasn’t just upset and angry he was furious and he felt as though he had been stabbed in the heart, a heart that he hadn’t even known existed until he had seen Hermione’s t-shirt pulled taut over her lightly swollen belly just yesterday. Yesterday? He thought, shocked; it seemed as though he had known for much longer than two days, and he hadn’t even known for quite that long even.

He was having a hard time controlling himself so that he didn’t either, a) Apparate back home and murder his father, or b) have a complete breakdown right there in the waiting room. The problems with those two scenarios were that; he didn’t want to leave the hospital in case someone came out with news, and also, he didn’t want to end up in Azkaban, he added that as a second thought. The problem with the other option was that he still had his pride and a reputation uphold, Malfoy’s did not cry, especially not in public, no matter what had happened. He held himself together and continued pacing; even though he could tell that he was getting on the nerves of the other people sitting there patiently, while he stormed around the room in a rage.

Oh god, he thought, he hadn’t even known about this child for two days what would he feel like after it was born? - If it was born, he corrected in his mind - what about after being a father for two years, or six years, or a lifetime? ‘Don’t think about that, Draco’. He scolded himself as he started to imagine playing with the child, watching him or her grow, learn to read, fly their first broom. Draco felt an unusual prickling sensation behind his eyes and decided that he needed something to keep his mind of his thoughts; and so he stormed off to find someone who could tell him what was going on, and why it was taking so long.

He marched up the help desk and demanded to talk to someone who knew what was happening with Hermione and the baby.

The receptionist smiled at him calmly and said to him, “She won’t be long now Mr. Malfoy, I’m sure someone will come out in a moment to speak to you.”

“I don’t want to wait a moment; I want to speak to someone now!!” Draco almost stamped his foot, but managed to stop himself just in time, getting away with only a small leg twitch. Just as he finished his sentence a door opened further down the hallway and a young doctor came out and walked towards him, his facial expression bleak his mouth set in a grimace. Draco’s heart plummeted and he became shaky, the receptionist summoned a chair behind him and he sank into it without thanks.

“I have some good news and some bad news.” The doctor said earnestly, Draco just stared at him wishing he would just hurry up and tell him exactly what had happened.

“Miss Granger will be fine, there has been no lasting spell damage and she will be able to mother children in the future if she chooses.” The doctor paused and Draco, while happy that Hermione was fine, was devastated at the loss of his child, the child that he hadn’t ever had the chance to get to know.

The doctor spoke again his tone even more serious now “I am happy to say that one of the babies is fine and is in a stable condition, but I am so sorry Mr. Malfoy, the other was hit with the brunt of the curse and was killed almost instantly. It was extremely lucky that the curse only hit her in the side and not the front or else both children would likely have shared the same fate.”

Wait. What? Draco thought to himself his eyes snapped up, but before he could open his mouth he saw Hermione walk up from behind the doctor.

“We were going to have twins, Draco.” She said; her voice choked.

Draco was stunned, twins? Now he not only hadn’t known about the lost child for two days, he hadn’t known about it until it was already gone, and he was still in a mess about it. He had thought was only having one child, and he was only having one child, surely you shouldn’t be able to feel so upset over losing something, someone, that you didn’t even know existed? “Should you be out of bed Hermione?” he asked his voice shaky, concerned that she was still hurt.

She shook her head, “I’m fine” but the look in her eyes said that she was not fine, not at heart.

Draco stood and gathered her in his arms. “I’m sorry” he whispered into her hair, “I’m so, so, sorry!” Draco’s voice was strained, he was still holding his grief in and he could feel his throat ache with the strain of not letting the emotions show, although he was pretty sure he wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping them off his face.

Hermione’s sobs lessened and she whispered to him, “It was a boy.” And she burst into tears all over again. Despite what she had said to Lucius about the gender of the child; she had always wanted a little boy.

“And, and this one?” Draco asked his hand rubbing Hermione’s stomach.

“A girl” She smiled at the thought of their baby, if possible, she felt even more love for the child inside her now that she knew what it felt like to lose one.

“I want to go home” She cried, her weak voice muffled by Draco’s chest.

Draco led Hermione to a chair in the waiting room and he went to sign the paperwork. After that was done they made their way slowly, arms around each other to the floo area and lined up to use one of the fireplaces. When they were next in line Draco asked nervously, “Hermione, do you think that it would be ok if I stayed with you? At the Weasley’s” He grimaced at his own suggestion, and he explained “I don’t want to see my father right now, I don’t think I would be able to not try to kill him, and likely I would fail and then I would be the one who ended up dead.” He said this last bit in a sneer; as though the only reason he wasn’t going to go home and duel his father was because of the risk that he himself would be harmed.”Well?” He prodded, “can I?” He took a deep breath and held it, waiting for her response.

“I’d like that” Hermione said slowly and sincerely, looking up at him. “But I don’t know what everyone else will say.” She bit her lip. “We can ask. They probably won’t say no after we tell them everything” Hermione was suddenly extremely tired, she hadn’t eaten much all day and a lot had happened. Just the thought of having to explain everything to her friends when she got back to The Burrow made her grimace, she was glad that Draco would be there to help her.

She turned to the fireplace and went first; she didn’t think it would be a great idea for Draco to step into the Weasley’s home before she had warned them of his visit.

She turned to look at Draco again before shouting “The Burrow” and stepping into the bright green flames.

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