Chapter 9 : Final Goodbyes
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Hermione sat on the bed, with her legs dangling over the side, as she waited for her healer to return with the results. She had been throwing up almost every day now and feeling more tired than usual. And although she hated to admit when she was sick, she had finally decided to suck it up and go see her healer, hoping whatever illness she had could be easily treated with medicine.
The door finally opened and her healer walked in, holding her file. “Well, we figured out what is wrong with you,” he smiled over at her.
“And?” she nervously asked, biting on her lower lip.
“And you’re pregnant.”
“What?” she exclaimed, as a wide smile crossed over her face.
He laughed, before directing her to lie down on the bed, which she did. He ran his wand across her stomach and nodded, before looking down at her. “It looks like you’re about three weeks along, too,” he informed her.
“Th…three?” she suddenly whispered, as memories of what she did three weeks ago entered her mind. “Are you sure?”
He again laughed, as he wrote in her file. “Wands never lie,” he stated.
She paced in her bedroom, worriedly biting her fingernail. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Sadly, she knew it had to be Draco’s, seeing as how Ron didn’t return home until about two weeks ago. She had been thinking about it all day long and unfortunately, was only able to come up with one simple, yet not so simple, solution.
She heard a light tap on her window and quickly opened it, allowing the familiar brown bird to enter. She untied the piece of parchment from its leg and hurriedly moved toward the bed, forgetting her worries for the moment, as she smiled down at his letter.
Astoria just left to see another one of those musicals. Thankfully, one of her girlfriends went with her, since I was too tired to go. I worked a double at the hospital today. You know, if I didn’t love my job, then I don’t know what I would do.
I miss you terribly, by the way. I know it’s only been three days since we last wrote to each other, but it’s not the same. I miss your scent, your smile, and just holding you in my arms. I know we agreed to never ask the inevitable question, but I just can’t do it anymore. I want to see you again, Hermione. Please say you’ll meet me.
She allowed the tears to roll down her cheeks, as she read his letter. Life had become so complicated for her now, and all she wanted to do was run away from it. She already hated herself for cheating on Ron, but now she hated herself even more for the fact that she was contemplating the idea about meeting Draco again.
She grabbed her quill and a blank piece of parchment, before writing her response.
I miss you, too. You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to ask the question. And now that it has finally been asked, I cannot hold it in any longer. So yes, I will meet you. Ron is gone, again, on another one of his missions. I’m not sure when he’ll be back, so if you want to meet soon, then tell me where and when, and I’ll be there.
She tied the letter to his owl’s leg and watched as the bird flew out the window, to deliver her response. She felt a shiver run up her spine, knowing what she was doing was wrong. She truly hated herself for this. But not only did she want to see Draco again, she also wanted to see him when she told him about the other news, seeing as how that’s not something she would have liked to state in a letter.
About ten minutes later, she looked up from her book, spotting Draco’s owl entering her still open window. She was surprised to see a response from him so quickly, knowing they live far apart from each other. The owl flew onto her bed, extending her leg out for Hermione’s retrieval. Hermione took a deep breath, before slowly opening the letter.
They were both lying on their sides, as he held the back of her body close to his bare chest. She was gently gliding her fingers along his arm that was wrapped around her, causing his body to shiver in excitement. Neither wanted to move from the other’s grasp, enjoying the comfort they both possessed.
After about ten more minutes of silence, Hermione finally decided it was time to tell him her news. “Draco, there’s something I have to tell you,” she nervously began.
“What is it, love?” he asked, kissing the nape of her neck.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.
His breath hitched, as he slowly leaned away, releasing his hold on her. He licked his lips and sighed, while staring up at the ceiling. “Congratulations,” he quietly said, feeling his chest tighten.
Hermione bit her lower lip, before rolling over on her other side to stare at him. “You too,” she murmured
He snapped his head in her direction, eyes opened wide in shock. “What?”
“It’s yours, Draco.”
“Are you sure? I mean it’s possible it could be Weasley’s, right?”
She shook her head. “The healer said I’m three weeks along,” she explained. “Ron didn’t return home, until a week after you and I…well, you know.”
“Oh man,” he frantically started, as he ran his hand through his hair. “Oh hell.”
“There is an option.”
He quickly rolled on his side, fretfully staring at her. “Hermione, no. Please don’t-”
“No, I would never do that,” she assured him, while placing her hand on his.
“So, what? Are you thinking adoption?”
“Sort of,” she sheepishly responded.
“Have you ever heard of Surrogatium Adopto?”
“Where a witch magically implants her baby into another witch?” he incredulously asked, seeing her nod in response. “Could you really do that? I mean, give your baby up to another woman and see her raising your child?”
“I don’t see any other choice,” she responded.
“Why not just tell Weasley the baby is his, then?”
“I couldn’t do that to you,” she expressed. “Besides, what if the baby came out with blue eyes and blonde hair? That would look a bit conspicuous, don’t you think?”
“I…I don’t know if I can see my baby being raised by another family, Hermione,” he finally stressed.
“Well, that’s where I was thinking…” she hesitated, licking her lips, before continuing on. “How would you feel about Astoria being the other woman?”
He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, not sure if he heard her correctly. “What?”
“Well, I know you two have been trying for a while now,” Hermione began.
“Yeah, but, Hermione, I can’t raise this child as our own, knowing it’s really yours,” he protested.
“It’s either that, or telling our spouses the truth about our affair,” she argued.
Draco opened his mouth to respond, but quickly shut it. He knew he couldn’t tell his wife about this. If she were to know of his infidelity, then she would definitely make his life miserable for years to come. Marrying a Malfoy only strengthened the power she already held as a Greengrass. There was no way he could tell her this. Not when her family could easily hurt him, in more ways than one. If only pure-bloods were allowed to divorce.
He closed his eyes and sighed, sadly realizing this was their only choice and that he and Hermione would never be together. “You’re sure you want to do this?” he softly asked.
“I’m sure,” she whispered.
He looked over at her and frowned, seeing the sadness in her eyes. He pulled her toward him, giving her a tight squeeze. “Our baby will have a good life, Hermione, don’t you worry,” he softly stated.
“I know,” she quietly remarked.
He eyed her a little longer, noticing the agonizing torment on her face, and frowned. “This is it, isn’t it?”
She sighed, as she gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. “We just can’t do this anymore, Draco,” she stated. “We have to stop this. It isn’t fair to our spouses, and it isn’t fair to us.”
“You know if I could, I would divorce her in a second to be with you,” he said, hugging her closer.
“I know,” she nodded.
“I love you, Hermione,” he softly said, before giving her a light kiss on her lips.
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
“So when do you want to do this?” he sighed, pulling back from her, knowing this was for the best, even though he really didn’t want to do it.
“Now is as good as time as any,” she replied.
“You realize that I’m jeopardizing my entire career right now, with performing this spell without her consent.”
“Nobody but you and I will know,” Hermione sighed. “Your wife will just be happy to finally have the baby she’s always wanted.”
He nodded, as he rolled off the bed, grabbing his wand off the dresser. He stood over the bed, staring down at her beautiful face. He smiled, as he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “Would it be okay to find out the sex of the baby, before doing this? I really would like to share this with you,” he whispered.
“Isn’t it a little too early for that?” she questioned.
“Well, I know things are still moving around in there and everything, but the magic should be able to pick up on it,” he replied.
“Okay,” she said, smiling up at him.
He moved his wand over her belly and smiled, when he saw the tip of his wand glow pink. He saw Hermione’s eyes glisten with tears and slowly leaned down, giving her another chaste kiss on her lips. “Hermione, you can still back out of this, you know,” he quietly said.
“Take good care of our daughter, Draco,” she whispered, before closing her eyes, waiting for him to perform the spell.
Draco sighed, as he moved his wand over her belly once more, whispering, “Surrogatium Adopto.” He then closed his eyes, focusing all of his attention on his wife, before concluding the spell with, “Impregno.”
Hermione hurried to the loo, clutching her stomach tightly. It had been a little over two weeks now, since the baby left her, so there was no way this could still be the usual morning sickness she felt before. She decided she would go see a healer later, wanting to make sure she wasn’t coming down with anything.
About an hour later, she set out to see her new healer, hoping everything was okay. Unfortunately, she had to see a different healer now, since her old one knew about her pregnancy and would probably question what happen.
She stared at the pictures around the room, feeling a little flustered. She hated waiting and just wanted to know what was wrong. Finally, her healer came in.
“Well, Mrs. Weasley, it seems like you’re pregnant,” he smiled over at her.
She stared in shock at the man before her, not sure if she really heard him. “Preg… pregnant?” she stammered.
He nodded, “It would seem so.”
“But how?” she exclaimed.
He furrowed his eyebrows, staring at her in confusion. “Do I really need to tell you how?”
She blushed, realizing how that sounded. “No, I mean...” she paused, a smile forming on her face. “Pregnant?”
“There’s that smile I was waiting for,” he laughed, as he laid her on the table. “Now, let’s see how far along you are.”
He scanned his wand over her belly, while nodding. She fearfully stared up at him, not sure what she was going to find out. She knew Draco had done the spell correctly, but a little part of her wondered if perhaps it never took.
“Hmm,” the healer began, while he continued to move the wand over her. “It seems you’re about two weeks along,” he finally acknowledged.
She quickly did the math in her head, realizing the numbers didn’t match up. And since she was already pregnant when they slept together the last time, she knew it couldn’t be his. She suddenly beamed, knowing this baby surely was Ron’s.
She jumped up in excitement, kissing her healer’s cheek, before rushing out of the room. She couldn’t wait to tell Ron the news.
The healer chuckled at her little display of affection, before suddenly frowning when he looked at her chart. “Wait a minute, that can’t be right,” he nervously mumbled, afraid if someone were to know about his miscalculation, he would be fired.
He shook his head and quickly erased the marks in her file, needing to hide his little blunder with the baby’s age. He couldn’t believe he had missed something so big, while performing the tests. “Oh well,” he sighed. “It’s only a few weeks off. No real harm done.”
Hermione was lying on the bed, while Ron sat beside her, holding her hand. They couldn’t help smiling at one another, anxious to find out the sex of their baby. Hermione had wanted to find out when she first knew she was pregnant, but it was a bit harder to convince Ron. He wanted to be surprised by the outcome, which is why it took several months before Hermione was finally able to convince her husband to do this.
“So what are you hoping for?” Hermione asked.
Ron shook his head and smiled, “I don’t care.”
“A boy?” she smiled.
Ron blushed, as he held her hand tighter. “Well, that is every father’s dream, but honestly, if it’s a girl, I’ll be happy, too.”
She nodded, “Me too.”
Healer Stranton finally entered the room, smiling at the married couple. “Ready to find out the sex?” he questioned.
Hermione squeezed Ron’s hand and nodded, “We are.”
The healer moved closer to his patient, lifting his wand over her protruding belly. Ron stared intently at the glowing wand, still amazed this was actually happening. When Hermione told him she was pregnant, he was so shocked that he actually passed out from the news. Now that they were sitting here, about to know the sex of their baby, he couldn’t be happier.
The wand suddenly glowed pink, causing Hermione to suddenly tear. Ron quickly moved toward her, kissing her on her lips. “A girl. Hermione, we’re having a girl,” he happily expressed.
She nodded, as she wiped some tears away. She couldn’t believe it. She was having a girl. First she lost one, but now she was given the gift of having another one. She spoke to whatever gods there were, thanking them for giving her this second chance.
After the healer finished checking to see the health of the baby, Hermione and Ron left the room, walking hand in hand, down the corridor of St. Mungo’s. Hermione suddenly froze, when she saw the back of a man, with platinum blonde hair, standing a few feet away.
She took a big gulp, realizing how long it has been since they last talked to each other. Ron furrowed his eyebrows at her, not sure why she had stopped. “Hermione, are you okay?” he asked.
Right when he spoke her name, the man’s head jerked up, before slowly turning around. He stared at her for a moment, before his eyes shifted down her body, noticing her belly sticking out. He took a deep breath and put on a smile, before making his way over.
Hermione stiffened a little in her stance, when she saw him walking toward them. She held Ron’s hand tighter, as he finally stopped in front of them.
“Weasleys,” he acknowledged.
“Malfoy,” Ron bit out, tightening his grasp around his wife’s hand. “What are you doing here?”
Draco glanced over at Hermione and cleared his throat, before smirking over at Ron. “Well, if you must know, I work here.”
“I thought you and your family moved,” he remarked.
“We did,” he nodded, before looking over at Hermione again. “But my wife wanted to move back here to be with her family, after she found out she was pregnant.”
Hermione nervously swallowed, as she gazed into his sparkling blue eyes. “Congratulations,” she quietly said.
He nodded, looking down at her belly once more. “To you both as well.”
Ron protectively pulled Hermione closer to his side, as he kept his eyes narrowed on Draco. “We have to get going,” he explained, as he began walking away from him.
Hermione followed, taking one last look in her former lover’s direction. He kept his eyes on her, as she moved away from him. He licked his lips, shaking his head, and then turned back around, walking in the opposite direction.
Hermione sighed, as she faced forward, keeping up with her husband’s pace. She couldn’t believe he was back. At least when he was away, she didn’t have to be reminded of everything that she has done.
She suddenly shivered at the thought, feeling her husband’s arm wrap around her. “He didn’t upset you, did he?” he angrily asked, keeping his arm tight around her.
“No, I’m okay,” she lied, knowing she was far from it.
Ron hurried inside St. Mungo’s, dragging Hermione behind him. As soon as he reached the counter, he began panting, as he tried to speak. “My wife…she’s…her…”
“My water broke,” Hermione informed the woman behind the counter, placing a calming hand on her husband’s shoulder, while she began her breathing techniques.
The woman smiled at the couple, not unfamiliar with this type of scene. Fathers usually always seem to be more nervous than the mothers who are actually giving birth. She directed a healer’s assistant over, explaining the situation.
Hermione followed the assistant to an empty room, holding Ron’s hand as he nervously followed behind.
Once Hermione was settled on the bed, the assistant left, leaving the married couple alone.
“I’m so glad I was able to get back in time,” Ron began, as he brushed his hand through her hair. “How are you feeling?”
Hermione closed her eyes from the gentle touch, feeling a little uncomfortable at the pain growing below. “As can be expected, I guess,” she answered, taking in a deep breath, before releasing it, after feeling a sharp pain suddenly attack.
“Everyone has been called and should be arriving soon,” Ron continued, realizing it was best to keep the conversation going, so he could distract her from the pain she was feeling.
She nodded, glad that the pain has subsided for now. “That’s good,” she answered. “It probably won’t be for a while anyway, seeing as how the contractions are still far apart.”
At this, the door to their room opened, where the same assistant who had led them to the room appeared. She had a slight frown on her face, as she stared at the couple. “We put a call into Healer Stranton,” she informed.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked, noticing the grim look on the assistant’s face.
“Well, he’s…he’s sort of out of town at the moment,” she nervously began.
“But he’ll be back in time to deliver my baby, right?” Hermione frantically asked.
She bit on her lower lip, as she glanced between the two. “He’s working on getting another portkey,” she responded. “His other one wasn’t to be ready for another few hours.”
“What if he can’t get here in time?” Hermione continued to worry.
“We have other healers here to help, Mrs. Weasley, don’t worry,” she explained. “Healer Stranton said he would get here as soon as he can. You know, you’re still a few weeks early, according to your file.”
“Well, I guess she really wanted out,” Hermione screamed, feeling another contraction hit.
Ron shuddered at the sound of his wife’s scream, feeling so helpless. He anxiously stared over at the assistant. “Can you do anything for the pain?”
“We can give her a sedative potion, if she prefers,” she suggested.
“No, I want to do this naturally,” Hermione expressed.
“Are you mad?” Ron suddenly exclaimed.
The assistant lightly chuckled, before leaving the room, informing Hermione that if she wishes to change her mind, then to let her know.
Hermione fearfully turned toward her husband, shaking her head. “This baby is coming now, Ron,” she breathed. “I can feel it.”
“But you said the contractions were too far apart for that,” he gulped.
“Well, I guess I lied,” she then shrilled, as another contraction came.
The assistant hurried back in, after hearing Hermione’s scream, checking to make sure she was okay. She checked below, noticing she was getting more dilated. She paled, as she looked up at her. “This baby’s coming now,” she stated.
“I told you,” Hermione snapped at Ron.
“I didn’t say I didn’t believe you,” Ron argued.
“Are you seriously going to pick a fight with me now?”
“I’m not fighting with you,” he frantically responded, turning to look at the assistant, hoping for some support.
“Mrs. Weasley, I’m going to find you a healer,” the assistant explained, ignoring Ron’s request for sympathy.
She nodded, as she closed her eyes tightly, feeling another round of pain. “Oh, I truly hate you, Ron Weasley!” she screamed out.
His eyes widened, as he stared mournfully at his wife. He then felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see the assistant behind him. “They all say that,” she assured him. “Just continue talking to her.”
He nervously swallowed, as he returned his attention to his wife. He grabbed her hand, kissing it softly. “Hermione, it’ll be okay,” he soothingly began.
“You did this to me,” she growled up at him.
“I’ll go get Healer Malfoy,” the assistant suddenly said, as she turned to leave.
“What?” Ron exclaimed, turning to look at the assistant.
“He’s the healer on call tonight,” she explained. “Fortunately, he’s already here. His wife is in labor, too,” she smiled.
“No,” Ron snapped. “I don’t want him coming anywhere near my wife.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Weasley, but he’s the only one we have right now,” she tried again, as she moved toward Hermione’s bed, noticing her pains were getting much stronger.
She shook her head, noticing she was almost completely dilated. She knew they couldn’t wait much longer. “I can’t leave her right now,” she said. “Go and ask one of the other assistants to call him.”
“But there has to be someone else. Anybody else,” Ron stressed, not budging from Hermione’s side.
“Ronald Bilius Weasley!” Hermione suddenly screamed out, as she felt another contraction coming. “Get Malfoy here NOW!”
That was enough for him, as Ron sped out of the room, searching for Malfoy. He ran down the halls, feeling very flustered. He knew he had to put his differences aside for now, knowing his wife needed care.
As he tried looking for another assistant, he spotted platinum blonde hair exit one of the rooms down the hall. He hurried forward, forgetting his animosity toward him for the moment. “Malfoy!” he called out, seeing the blonde head turn toward him.
Ron had finally approached him now, panting heavily from the run he just endured. “Hermione,” he wheezed, lowering himself a little to catch his breath. “In labor…her healer…not here yet,” he continued panting.
“How far apart are they?” Draco quickly asked.
“Three…maybe two,” he answered, finally catching his breath, as he looked up at him.
Draco hurried down the corridor, toward Hermione’s room, with Ron in tow. As soon as he entered the room, he could hear her agonizing screams. He ran toward her bed, moving his wand across her body to see where the baby was positioned.
“Get this baby out of me!” she screamed up at Draco.
He frowned, as he quickly moved toward the front of her bed, a bit nervous. He wasn’t sure why, considering he has delivered many babies before, though not with anyone he still had intimate feelings for. Although in just a short time, he’ll be delivering his wife’s baby, too.
He took a deep breath, as he tried to recollect his thoughts. He glanced up at her, noticing her husband near her head, whispering comforting words to help ease her pain. Her eyes were shut tightly, as sweat ran down her face. Even in this state, she still looked beautiful to him.
He shook those thoughts out of his head, as he moved toward the assistant, asking the status of mother and baby. He could hear Hermione’s cries, noticing the contractions were lasting longer now.
After the assistant informed him of the stats and left, he moved back toward the front of Hermione’s bed and placed a comforting hand on her legs. She opened her eyes and stared over at him, not sure what he was going to do. He gave her a reassuring smile, as he directed her to prop her legs up.
Without any embarrassment, she quickly lifted her legs, closing her eyes when she felt another round of pain hit. “Malfoy, it hurts so much,” she cried out.
“I know, Gran…uh, Weas…um, Hermione,” he sputtered, as he nervously swallowed. “Everything will be fine,” he tried to comfort her. “You’re completely dilated now, so you’re going to have to start pushing on the next contraction, okay?”
She nodded, as she gripped Ron’s hand tighter. Ron paled from the force she was using on his hand, but remained quiet. He knew better than to complain about the pain, seeing as how she was undeniably in more pain than he could ever dream.
“You’re doing great, Hermione,” Ron comforted her, kissing the top of her sweaty head.
“Healer Malfoy,” a voice called out, causing the three to look over at the woman in the doorway.
“I’m in the middle of something, Maria,” Draco sighed.
“I understand that, but your wife- ” she began.
“Tell her I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he ordered.
“But she’s completely dilated, sir,” she anxiously continued. “She needs to push.”
He paled, as he stared up at Hermione. It would just be his luck that they were having their babies at the same time. What was he to do? How could he deliver both babies at once?
“Healer Stranton just arrived,” Maria answered his unasked question, before the named man pushed passed her and over toward Hermione’s bed.
“I’ve got this, Healer Malfoy,” he said, as he lowered himself between Hermione’s legs. “Go to your wife.”
Draco hesitated at first, as he looked over at Hermione. She was grunting in pain, as she squeezed Ron’s hand. He could see the man’s hand turning white and smiled inwardly at the thought of how much pain he was under.
“Bloody hell, here comes another one,” Hermione cried out.
“Okay, Mrs. Weasley, you need to push,” Healer Stranton advised.
Draco hurried out the door, running toward his wife’s room, hearing her screams as soon as he entered. He moved to the front of her bed and kneeled down, prepping her for their baby’s arrival.
“Where the bloody hell have you been?” she screamed at him.
He ignored her question, hearing his mother-in-law speak comforting words to her daughter. He took a deep breath, as he looked up at his wife. “Astoria, you have to push for me, okay?”
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, as she held onto her mother’s hand. Draco lowered himself once more between her legs, shaking his head. “Nothing’s happening, Astoria. You have to push,” he ordered.
“I am pushing!” she screamed.
“I know, but you have to push harder,” he continued.
“Easy for you to say, you…you…man!” she spat.
He took a deep breath, suddenly wondering how Hermione was doing. He still couldn’t believe that both of them were here at the same time, delivering their babies. It just didn’t really make any sense, seeing as how Astoria was further along than Hermione.
He sighed, remembering the night when he cast the spell on his wife. They both knew it was for the best, but it still saddened him to know that his wife was giving birth to his and Hermione’s baby girl. He just wished it could have been different.
“You’re doing great, Astoria,” he encouraged his wife. “I see the baby’s head.”
Astoria screamed one last time, before the baby finally came out, crying in Draco’s arms, a few seconds later. He smiled down at his daughter, before widening his eyes in surprise. He nervously gulped, as he looked up at his wife.
She weakly smiled at him, glad the pain was over and she had a new baby in her life. “Well?” she softly asked, wanting to have been surprised about the sex of their new baby.
“It’s…a boy,” he whispered, as tears threatened to fall.
Hermione was cradling her daughter in her arms, smiling down at her. She was absolutely breathtaking. She was a little shocked to see blue instead of brown eyes, but her healer had told her that all babies are usually born with lighter color eyes, before they turn darker. Thankfully, that put her mind more at ease, even though she knew there was no way this little girl could be Draco’s.
She heard a light tap on the door and straightened herself up, noticing it begin to open. She nervously swallowed, as she saw the man she was just thinking about poke his head in.
“I saw Weasley out in the waiting area, talking to his family,” Draco began. “Mind if I come in?"
She shook her head, seeing him open the door a little wider so he could enter. He closed the door behind him, as he made his way closer to her bed. "How are you doing?"
She smiled, as she glanced back down at her daughter. “Wonderful,” she answered, before looking back up at him. “Thank you for earlier, by the way. And sorry if I said anything mean to you.”
He lightly chuckled, finally standing beside her bed. “I think Weasley is the one you'll need to apologize to,” he commented.
“Yeah, I already did,” she blushed, as she stared at her daughter once more.
He looked down at the baby in her arms and took a deep breath, knowing he had to tell her. “Hermione, I need to tell you something.”
She quickly looked up, hearing the hesitation in his voice. Her eyes suddenly widened, remembering that Astoria was in labor, too. “Is she okay?” she asked, knowing he understood whom she was talking about.
He nodded, “Our baby is fine. Ten fingers and ten toes.”
She released the breath she was holding, glad to know everything was okay. “I’m glad,” she said, before smiling up at him. “Congratulations, daddy. So what did you name her?”
He chewed on his lower lip, as he fearfully stared at her. “Hermione…our baby…well, you see…” he paused, not sure how he could say it.
“Draco, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“We had a boy,” he finally blurted out.
Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise, not sure if she heard him correctly. “Wait, what?”
“We had a boy,” he repeated.
“But…but how can that be? We did a test,” she explained. “It glowed pink.”
He gulped, “I know.”
“So then…how…” she trailed off, feeling a bit lightheaded.
Draco stared down at the baby in her arms, feeling his whole body tense. Hermione stared between him and her daughter, feeling her heart thump rapidly.
“The spell,” she gasped. “It didn’t work, did it? It was just a coincidence that Astoria got pregnant at the same time, wasn’t it?”
He glanced over toward the door, making sure no one was there, before answering. “Hermione, I performed the spell correctly.”
“Then how could she have given birth to a boy?”
“Because I performed the spell on the wrong baby,” he finally said.
She furrowed her eyebrows, as she stared at him in confusion. “What?”
He glanced down at the little girl in her arms, before returning his attention to Hermione. “It’s the only thing that makes sense,” he continued. “Especially knowing that you both gave birth at the same exact time.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head, as the tears started to form in her eyes, before staring back down at her baby. “It can’t be. They told me she was two weeks along.”
“I checked your chart,” he continued. “Apparently, your healer miscalculated a few dates. And instead of fixing it, he just erased the previous calculation and redid it to the one he had told you.”
“Why would he do that?” she cried.
“Most likely because he was afraid he would lose you as a patient and get fired somehow,” he seethed, as he tightly clenched his fists. “Which he most certainly will, once I report him.”
“Draco, what are we going to do?” she tearfully asked.
He shook his head, as he glanced down at the sleeping baby in her arms. “I don’t know, Hermione,” he whispered, feeling a few tears roll down his face. “I don’t want to separate them.”
“Well, it’s a little late for that,” she suddenly snapped.
“Why are you snapping at me?”
“How could you not know I was carrying twins when you performed that spell? You’re a healer, for Merlin’s sake! Why didn’t you check?” she began to rant.
“Don’t you dare blame this all on me,” he spat. “You were the one who wanted to do this in the first place, not me. I put my job on the line for you. I could even go to Azkaban for this.”
She was about to retort, when she suddenly closed her mouth, hearing his last few words go through her head. Tears began to fall again, as she glanced away from him, shaking her head. “Nobody can know about this, Draco,” she whispered. “Nobody.”
He sighed, as he sat down on her bed, gazing down at their daughter. “I know,” he conceded.
They avoided eye contact, as they sat in silence for a few more minutes, replaying everything in their head. As much as they didn’t want this to happen, they knew it was the only way to keep Draco out of Azkaban, as well as keep their affair hidden from their spouses.
“Astoria wants to move away again,” Draco finally said, breaking the silence.
Hermione stared down at her daughter, taking a deep breath, before looking up at Draco. “That’s probably for the best,” she sighed.
“I can send you letters and pictures-” he started, but then stopped, when he saw her shaking her head.
“That would be too hard for me, Draco,” she whispered.
He nodded, understanding her sorrow. “Me too,” he confessed.
“And hopefully by the time they go to school-” she paused, realizing the other dilemma they would be facing.
“Eleven years is a long time,” he explained to her. “I don’t think we need to worry about them finding out. Especially when they’ll be raised without knowing who the other even is.”
“I guess you’re right,” she reluctantly admitted, staring down at her daughter. “Her name is Rose,” she then said, wanting him to know at least one thing about his daughter, before he left.
“His name is Scorpius.”
“Another constellation name?” she smiled up at him.
“Guess it’s the Black side of me,” he laughed, thinking of other Black family members that were named after constellations and stars.
Suddenly, the door opened and Ron entered. He stopped, narrowing his eyes in Draco's direction, before taking in a deep breath, and moving further inside.
“Malfoy,” he acknowledged with a nod.
Draco quickly stood up from the bed, staring over at him. “Weasley,” he replied. “Congratulations.”
“You too,” he said, trying his best to keep civil.
“Thanks,” he said, clearing his throat, before looking over at Hermione one last time. “I better go,” he told her.
She nodded, holding her daughter a bit tighter. “Good luck with everything,” she whispered, quickly glancing over at her husband, before returning her attention to Draco. “And thank you again for helping us before,” she added, wanting Ron to believe that was why he had come in the first place, to check up on her.
Draco nodded, as he made his way closer to the door. He took in one last deep breath, before turning to face her, needing to see her one last time. “Goodbye Granger,” he said.
“Goodbye Malfoy,” she answered, feeling her eyes water. See you in eleven years, she then sighed to herself.