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My Angel	By : bronzbarista Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: OK guys! So this is a bit of what you've been waiting for. I'm a little unsure of this chapter so please please please read and review!

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The jolt of being yanked out of his subconscious along with Hermione was not unlike using a port key, except when he came out of it he flew off the hospital bed and slammed into a wall. With a groan Draco sat up and held his head. A mediwitch assigned to check on him opened the door, “Mr. Malfoy?! What happened? Are you alright?”

Draco heard Hermione’s yell and struggled to his feet, “Out of my way woman.” He nudged the medi witch aside and ran headlong down the corridor, his bare fleet slapping against the tile. When he skid around the corner at the end of the hall he saw the sign for the Intensive Care waiting room. He slid around yet another corner and stopped. Standing in the middle of the hallway opposite him was Hermione. She had one hand against a wall to support her, and her legs were shaking with the effort of standing. Her eyes were slightly glazed and wild as she looked at the medi witches who stood facing off with her, as if it were a duel.

Draco took two steps forward and Hermione swung her head and her eyes met his. In that instant he could see the dawn of the realization that it was all real. He knew that she remembered the dream, and what he had told her. His heart studdered as he watched her amber eyes glisten with tears, “Hermione…I need you to calm down…” People had left the waiting room to see what the commotion was about. He could hear their whispers, and knew that even now someone was probably calling the Daily Prophet to report that the Gryffindor Princess was awake.

Draco turned to Madame Alexander who stood watching Hermione and Draco, “Madame I need you to call Mr. Potter this very instant. Let him know that Ms. Granger has woken up, and then have him get a hold of the Daily Prophet and proceed to threaten their owner, editor, and every scum sucking writer that should any word of this leak Draco Malfoy will personally pay a house call to rectify their misinformation.” He ground out the words and caught several people who had begun to retreat to floo the paper halt their motions. “I also need for you to move your assistants here. I’m sure I can handle Ms. Granger myself. I’ll get her situated, but while I do that I need for you to contact Healer Tennyson and Healer Nalpin. They will want to know that she is awake, and will no doubt want a full account of what happened.” The entire time he spoke his eyes never left hermione’s.

Madame Alexander nodded and grabbed a hold of the arms of her two co-workers and pulled them back, “Ophelia I need for you to floo Healer Tennyson, Livvy floo Healer Nalpin, and inform them of Ms. Granger’s change. I’ll get a hold of Mr. Potter as well as security and lock down this section of the halls. Come now ladies.” The three medi witches walked away, Draco watching them until they were gone. He shot looks at the people around them and with a flick of his hand he slammed shut the double doors that would seal the hall.

He rushed to Hermione, who had begun to slide down the wall, and swept her up into his arms. She looked up at him and pressed her face to his neck. He felt the warm moisture of tears sliding down his neck to his chest, and kissed her forehead, “Shhhh love…it’s going to be ok.”

He walked her into the room and climbed up into her bed and lay with her in his arms. He stroked her soft curly hair, whispering soothing words, and letting her cry it out.

Hermione’s body shook with the silent sobs as she let go of the bare sliver of control she had maintained since waking up. Seeing Draco in the hallway, meeting his eyes, had brought everything crashing back in on her. All the walls that had previously been up, and protecting her mind from the events leading her to this, came crashing down. In just seconds the memories flooded her mind, and she broke. Her hands clung to his shoulders, curling around them as she sobbed.

Draco began rubbing up and down her back and pressed his cheek to her forehead. When Madame Alexander stuck her head in to check on them Draco looked at her and held up his hand to ask for more time. The older woman nodded and backed out of the room, closing the door softly. Draco tucked hermione’s hair behind her ears and brushed the tears on her cheeks away gently, “Hermione…love, come on. I know that all of this is…scary…but I need you to take some deep breaths ok? The healers will be here soon to check on you. They’ll want to know that all your parts and pieces are where they should be and functioning correctly.” He smiled a little when she turned her face up to him. She felt like such a child for laying coddled in his arms bawling like a toddler, but she just couldn’t help it. Nodding a little she sniffled and sat up, “Draco…” her voice was rough and scratchy and she tried clearing it. “water,” she rasped out and sat up completely. She watched as draco poured water from the pitcher by her bed into a cup and handed it to her.

“The medi witches kept us all quite thoroughly hydrated while you were out,” he grinned at her and passed her the cup, “Here you are love.”

Hermine tookt he cup gratefully and gulped down the water, handing it back to him, he poured again and again, as she drained each cup. Finally having enough she merely wrapped her fingers around the cup and held it in her lap. “Draco…I….we….I don’t…” she looked at him, as he watched her patiently, “Orion…” her eyes eyes began to water and Draco sighed.

“I think that we should let the healers check you over, then I promise to answer all your questions.”

Suddenly the door burst open and Harry Potter stood in the doorway, “Hermione…” her name escaped his lips with a rush of air and he walked over and gathered her into his arms, “Oh gods Hermione its so good to see you awake. You had us worried for a while there.” He pulled back to look at her and smiled genuinely.

Hermione blinked at him and then she smiled softly at him, “it’s good to see you too Harry.” She took a deep shuddering breath and then looked at Draco again, unsure of how he’d react to Harry. Draco merely looked at Harry and nodded, “Glad you got the message Potter. I hope you’ve taken care of the prophet?” One blonde eyebrow arched in question and he kept his fingers just touching Hermione’s arm.

Harry rolled his eyes a little and let go of Hermione and sat down, “What do you take me for Draco a first year? Of course I took care of the Prophet,” he chuckled a little, “should have heard the abject fear in the Editor In Chief’s voice when I explained that if he didn’t hold all stories involving Hermione and you that the one and only Draco Malfoy would pay him a house call.” He laughed again and shook his head, “Mate, I’ll never understand how you can strike such fear in the hearts of men.”

Draco shrugged nonchalantly and gathered Hermione to him so she could lay against his chest and still see Harry. “I’m not sure either. I mean, you hex one guys bollocks off for talking foul about your girl and suddenly it’s like you’re the reincarnation of Voldy Moldy Pants.”

Hermione watched the exchange between what appeared to be former enemies, and shook her head a little, “How…?” Harry merely smiled at her, “We’ll explain later ‘Mione. For now, I believe the Healers are here,” he turned to look at the door when it opened and a rookie auror named Phillips let in both Healer Tennyson and Healer Nalpin. Harry stood and kissed Hermione on the top of the head, “Rest up ‘Mione, I’ve got to go handle some assignments and fill in the rest of the family. I’ll see you later.”

Both of the healers stepped out of the way as Harry walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Hermione eyed the healers warily and looked to draco, who shifted and slid out of the bed. He sat in the chair vacated by Harry, and Hermione shifted and sat up a little. She looked sadly at Draco, who grabbed her hand and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, “it’s ok Hermione…they just need to check you over.”

Hermione nodded and looked over at the two healers. Healer Tennyson was the first one to approach Hermione. “Ms. Granger for now I merely want to run some diagnostics to insure everything is in working order. Then I’ll let Healer Nalpin take over. Is that ok?” Hermione nodded a little and waited as Healer Tennyson waved his wand over her. An image of her internal body appeared above her, and using his wand, the healer turned it this way and that. With a flick of his wand the image disappeared, “Alright Ms. Granger, you’re a bit dehydrated and your muscles have atrophied a bit from lack of use, but other than that you appear to be in good health. I’m going to order you up some food and a pepper up potion, and let Healer Nalpin talk to you.” He turned and walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Healer Nalpin pulled another chair across the room closer to Hermione’s bed and sat down. “Ms. Granger my name is Nathanial Nalpin, I’m a psychologist on staff here at St. Mungo’s.” He smiled gently at her and extended his hand. Hermione took the hand tentatively and shook it, “Nice to meet you sir, but, to be truthful, I’d really rather rest…”

Healer Nalpin nodded, “Yes yes of course, I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Now I’ve discussed a few things with Mr. Malfoy, but I’d like to ask you how you’re feeling? I understand that you’re going to be a bit confused, and Mr. Malfoy I’m sure will help fill in the details, but are you experiencing any residual memory blocks? Do you feel disconnected in anyway?”

Hermione blinked and looked down at her hand in draco’s and then up to his eyes. She took a deep breath and looked at Healer Nalpin, “I feel…overwhelmed to be honest. I feel a little fuzzy, like there are things that aren’t connecting, but I feel perfectly grounded to this world. When I woke up I could only remember seeing the picture Draco showed me, the one of him and our son. Then when I saw him…I looked into his eyes and it was like locks turning in my head. The memories….they just rushed in….” Her eyes teared up and she swiped at her eyes with her hand. Healeer Nalpin made some notes on his parchment and nodded, “Ms. Granger can you tell me what it was like to be trapped where you were? Were you able to hear any voices from people talking to you? Did you have any concept of your pregnant condition while you were out?”

Draco looked at the healer and then to Hermione who was crying more freely now, her hand shaking in his. He squeezed her hand, “Love, I’m going to talk to healer Nalpin for a second then I’ll be right back ok? I’ll send in the food Healer Tennyson promised.”

Hermione nodded and sank down into the bed watching him walk out with the healer. Healer Nalpin looked at Draco, and seeing the storm gathering in the young man’s eyes he stood, “Perhaps I’ll talk to you when you’re feeling a bit more yourself Ms. Granger. I’m glad you’ve rejoined our world.” He stood and walked out of the room. Draco stood and kissed hermione’s forehead and followed the healer out of the room. He took a last glance at her and closed the door behind him, and eyed the older man before him and spoke before the healer could, “Whatever course of treatment you want to recommend after this, I’ll talk to her about it. But for right now I want to give her some space. She’s about to have to come to terms with a hell of a whole lot and she doesn’t need you coming in there and stirring her up. I’ll send you an owl and you may send me your recommendations then.” Leaving no room for argument he turned and walked back into the room.

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The next morning saw Draco sleeping in the chair beside Hermione’s bed, his head pillowed on his arms that were folded on the edge of her bed. Hermione had woken an hour again, unable to sleep for much longer, especially with the medi witches poking their heads in every half hour. Healer Tennyson had indeed sent her in some food, a light broth and some crackers, as well as what seemed to be gallons of water. The pepper up potion had served to put color in her cheeks once again, but it also chased away the groggy haze that she’d felt since she’d woken. Watching Draco sleep Hermione took a deep breath and then sighed softly. Her mind was restless, turning over question after question. Though she had begun to remember more of what had happened prior to the battle, the last thing she remembered was draco’s eyes when she was cursed. Then it was darkness until she woke up. Pieces and parts of the dream world she had lived in stuck with her, but gratefully she couldn’t remember much of it.

She closed her eyes and could vividly see the picture Draco had shown her. She saw the giggling little boy with Draco’s eyes, and platinum hair, but her curls and smile. Her heart thundered at the thought of meeting the little boy…her son. He would be, 3…no 4. That’s right Draco had told her it had been almost 5 years, which actually meant he would be turning 5 soon. Orion, Draco had told her his name was Orion. She thought the name fitting and smiled to herself.

“I do so hope it’s a naughty thought of me that’s making you smile,” a voice made husky from sleep, drawled, causing Hermione to jump a little and open her eyes and look at Draco. Her cheeks reddened a little at being caught unaware, and then more so at the look in his eyes. He’d always been able to disarm her with those eyes, especially when they had turned quicksilver with the hunger she knew he felt. “Actually…um…I was thinking about Orion,” she shifted so she was sitting up a little more.

Draco yawned and sat up stretching his arms over his head. He sighed and relaxed into the chair, “Ah I see, well he does occupy my thoughts quite a bit as well,” he smiled softly at her and picked up her hands and kissed her knuckles.

“Draco…will you tell me about him? I mean surely he must have wondered where his mum was? Did you tell him what happened? Does he like flying, or reading, or playing outside? Does he even know who I am?”

Her voice broke on the last question and Draco squeezed her hands. “Hermione of course he knows who you are. During the day, while I’m at work, he stays with Ginny, Molly, or Luna; he has since he was a year old. When I started leaving him with them I told them to bring him to see you as much as possible, but to explain that you were ‘napping.’ Then on weekends we would come up here to visit you. He’s learning to read right now,” Draco smiled fondly and Hermione chewed her bottom lip, “so now when he comes to visit you he brings his book, it’s this muggle thing Harry bought him called “Are you My Mother?” Draco chuckled and shook his head, “So he comes up here and he sits in this chair and reads, but he generally loses the story about halfway through and starts making it all up. I swear he’s got an imagination to shame even those muggle cinema things.”

Hermione smiled as Draco talked about Orion, and silent tears tracked down her face, “Draco when can I…I mean…I want to see him…”

Draco nodded, “I know love, but I’ll make a deal with you. I want to get you settled, make sure everything checks out completely, and then I promise you on my soul that you’ll see him. Until then,” he reached into the overnight bag he had packed previously and pulled out three silver picture frames. In one was the picture he had conjured in the dream, in the second was a picture of Orion running around the yard with a cape and toy wand, and in the third he was sitting beside a sleeping Hermione reading his book.

Hermione choked back a sob as she looked at the pictures, “Oh Draco…Draco he’s beautiful.”

Two weeks later Hermione lay asleep in her bed in the room Draco had prepared for her in his house. He knew that, despite the events in the dream, and her returning memories, that sharing a bed would be pushing things. Her room shared a sitting room with his, and was done up in turquoise with warm chocolate accents here and there. The large four poster bed was surround by gauzy blue curtains, and a pair of glass French doors opened onto a large terrace that held a large wicker chair, and table.

She had remained at st. Mungo’s for a week after waking up, being examined and watched over. Draco had taken time off from work, and divided his days between Hermione at the hospital and Orion at home. Once Healer Tennyson had cleared her to be discharged she had readily agreed to moving in with Draco. Even though she still felt a bit awkward around him, she knew her heart, and her heart told her what her brain still had trouble remembering on occasion; she loved him. Wanting to give her a little bit of adjustment to the new house he had asked Molly to keep Orion for a few days.

Hermione stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes. She could have sworn that she heard a noise. She remained still and darted her eyes to the terrace doors, which remained closed. She checked the window on the far wall, closed as well. Mentally shrugging she turned over to check the clock, and bit back a scream. Barely making it above the edge of the bed were a pair of big grey eyes that blinked owlishly at her, and a mop of curly platinum blonde hair. Hermione swallowed the scream and the corners of her mouth lifted. She scooted closer to the edge and sat up on her elbow looking over the edge, “Well hello there.”

Orion looked at her silently and chewed his bottom lip. He wore red footie pajamas that had lions all over them, and was carrying a thin book with worn edges, and a stuffed hippogriff, and was standing on top of a small wooden step stool. She couldn’t help but grin at that. Not only was he wearing Gryffindor themed PJ’s but he was carrying a stuffed Hippogriff…a creature Draco had loathed since third year. The sound of his soft voice caused her to stifle the giggle that wanted to bubble up. “Hi…” he whispered to her. Hermione tilted her head a little, “why are you whispering?” She whispered back to him.

“Dad says I’m not supposed to come in here,” his whispered in answer. “He told me if I did that I’d be in big trouble.” He nodded his little head emphatically with a very serious expression on his young face. Hermione tried not to laugh and bit her cheek, pretending to think, “Well I think that I can convince him to forgive you. Do you want to come up here with me?”

Orion looked behind him at the bedroom door which stood a little ajar, obviously that was how he’d come in, and then looked at Hermione and nodded. He scrambled up onto the bed immediately sitting against her side. Hermione looked down at the little boy and smiled softly, “Do you…Do you know who I am?”

He turned his head up to her and broke into a smile, giggling, “of course I know who you are silly…you’re my mum.” He grinned at her, “Dad said that you were taking a nap….you sure did sleep an awful lot. Then he said that you woke up and wanted to see me real bad, but you didn’t feel so good. I was supposed to leave you alone but….but…”

Hermione touched his hair and smiled encouragingly, “But what dear?”

“Well…I brought my book and I wanted to read it to you…” he toyed with the edges of the cover of the little book.

She tilted her head to read the title and smiled at it, then looked at him and nodded, “I’d love it if you’d read to me.”

His face once again split into a grin and he opened the book up, and began reading slowly. He stumbled over a few of the words and Hermione helped him sound them out. Her focus entirely on the little boy beside her, she didn’t notice the tall blonde man standing at the door into the sitting room watching them, a soft smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

Neither of them had thought to wonder how the little boy had managed to get into the house. He was, after all, supposed to be staying with Molly Weasley...
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