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Chapter 21 : A Trip To St. Mungo's
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“Draco! Where is he?!” Hermione asked, frantically looking around and noticing her boyfriend was not present.
Ron just looked at his feet and Harry spoke first, “Well, erm, we went with Kingsley Shacklebolt to Azkaban to try and figure out how the four of those Death Eaters escaped and…”the girls both gasped loudly when Harry paused…
“Did they take him?!?” Hermione screamed, clutching her hands to her face. Ron snorted at her and shook his head, “I wish.” Hermione gave Ron a horrible death glare.
“No, he went to talk to his father, Lucius in his cell and they talked for a few minutes so we left them alone, I urged him to go and talk to him. Then suddenly I heard a lot of yelling from Lucius and I ran to see what it was-“
“Go on!” Hermione yelled at him.
“And he was strangling Draco after breaking his nose, I am guessing Draco said something harshly to him and it must have hacked Lucius off, I am not sure! But he was trying to kill his own son!”
Hermione looked terrified and her eyes were huge, “Is he okay?!”
“He’s at St. Mungo’s, Kingsley brought him there and we just left, he’s fine, but they won’t let you in now so let us all just go to sleep and go to see him in the morning,” Harry stated, snogging Ginny after he finished speaking, feeling stressed from their prison visit.
Hermione was so relieved that Draco was okay. She was very tempted to leave to St. Mungo’s tonight but decided not to because she was very tired. And she knew the Healers really would turn her away like Harry said. So after saying goodnight to everyone she was off to bed. Her energy seemed to be gone in her twenty-second week of pregnancy and she was getting more tired by the day it seemed. She drifted off to sleep.
The next morning came quickly, Hermione opened her eyes and gasped, Ron was sitting on the opposite couch staring at her.
“Ron, you scared me what are you looking at?!” Hermione asked him with an annoyed tone, sitting up and looking at him.
“Just looking at you, okay? I was engaged and due to be married to you, is it wrong to look at you?” He asked in a quiet, relaxed voice.
Hermione just rolled her eyes at him and stood up, luckily her nausea was gone now but hunger seemed to take place. She immediately walked to the fridge and tried to find something to eat. She grabbed cereal and then got it ready, sitting at the kitchen table feeling awkward, this was the first time she had spent the night in the same house as Ron since they broke up. And they were alone, no one was up yet.
Ron’s feelings were hurt because she used to let him look at her all the time. Damnit, I have to get over her, I need to realize we’re over, he thought to himself, just looking blankly out the window, shaking his head.
It was a sunny morning, only about eight. Hermione could hear Harry getting out of the shower in the nearest bathroom, and to her relief, he entered the kitchen just a few moments later.
“Ron, are you okay?” He asked his best friend who was still staring.
“Yes, I’m fine, have no choice but to be,” He answered getting up and glancing at Hermione, who was looking back at him with sad eyes.
He then said, “I’ll be waiting for you outside Harry so we can go to work.” And he was gone from the house. Harry shortly joined him.
Hermione was supposed to go in for her one day of this week, but she decided to take it off to be with Draco, besides, she was still thinking about her job offer from Mr. Weasley which she was going to decline most likely because of wanting to finish her pregnancy.
She finished her cereal and went to her bedroom to get ready. She didn’t know what to wear; her pants were all too tight now, all but her sweat pants. Her little baby bump stuck out in between her pelvis and she could no longer see her feet. Feeling agitated, she just chose her sweat pants and a t-shirt to wear. She braided her hair to the right side where it rested lightly on her shoulder, and she was ready to go see Draco.
She entered the kitchen after going down the stairs and Ginny was now up feeding James.
“Hi! Off to work?” Ginny asked, smiling at her friend.
“Like this? No, to see Draco,” Hermione answered, gesturing at her clothes.
“Oh, yes, I forgot, well, have a good day then,” Ginny said, “Soon you will be too big to apparate by the way, that’s why I have the car because I stopped apparating at about twenty-five weeks, and you can use it when you need it.”
Hermione smiled at her friend, said “Thanks” and walked outside into the driveway and apparated.
St. Mungo’s looked just like what she remembered it looking like in her fifth year of Hogwarts when they came to visit Arthur Weasley after Nagini’s attack.
It was brightly colored, and the people in there had bright robes as well. Seeing her pregnant belly, some of the Healers looked at her with concern that she was there for herself as she walked toward the front desk.
“May I help you? Do you need our assistance?” A lady asked with square-like spectacles and curly blonde hair, who was sitting at the desk with a quill and parchment.
“No, ma’am, I’m here to see Draco Malfoy, he arrived last night.” The Healers around her sighed in relief; babies are like a mystery to Healers sometimes, of course accept for the Healers who are specially trained for it.
“Oh, well in that case... he’s up on the second floor, in room 208,” the woman answered looking at her documents at Draco’s name.
“Your name madam?” She asked Hermione.
“Uh, Hermione Granger,” she hesitated to say. Some of the visitors around her started to whisper things like “Death Eater” “Potter’s friend” “Pregnant with his child or Weasley’s?” and other various things.
Hermione ignored the people and got on an elevator, she was so used to it by now. She arrived on the second floor, and walked to Draco’s room. To her horror, Narcissa Malfoy was there with him by his bedside, Hermione did not feel like seeing her right now. But when did she ever?
The woman turned around, “Oh, Granger, how nice to see you.” Hermione just smiled and nodded, and walked to Draco’s side grabbing his hand.
“You’re okay, aren’t you?” She asked him.
Draco smiled back at her, “Yes, I’m fine, getting out in a little while.”
“Yes, I’m taking him home in just a bit they are working on his discharge,” Narcissa piped in, making Draco look at her.
“Piss off about it mum, she’s my girlfriend, I can go home with her if she likes,” Draco said, his voice quivering. His neck was still swollen with bruises from his father choking him.
“Daddy didn’t mean to hurt you I’m sure Draco,” She suddenly said, looking at her son’s swollen nose and neck.
“Sure he didn’t, he didn’t all the others times either according to you,” Draco said sarcastically, “I told him off and told him about me and Hermione and basically that I didn’t care for him because of how he treated us.”
Narcissa made a sound and shook her head and then glared at Hermione but then suddenly softened when she looked at Hermione’s mid-section.
“My grand-child is getting bigger,” Narcissa said changing the subject quickly, staring at Hermione’s baby bump now and smiling to Hermione’s surprise.
“Yes, about twenty-two weeks now,” Hermione smiled back, putting a hand on her belly.
Draco motioned for her to come near him, she did and he put his hand on Hermione’s belly as well.
“My baby,” He whispered, smiling very big.
“Yes Draco, our baby,” Hermione repeated, grabbing his hand.
And she gasped, as she felt a movement inside her for the first time when both of their hands rested on her stomach.
“Oh my God!” Hermione screamed out.
Draco sat up, worried, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?!”
“The baby moved! I think that’s what it was!” Hermione said, her eyes wide with excitement.
Draco smiled and leaned in to kiss her belly. Hermione couldn’t help but keep smiling with happiness of what she had right now, in this moment. She stroked his cheek as he sat back up, still with his hand on her stomach.
Narcissa smiled at the moment her son and his girlfriend shared, she started to see why Draco was fighting so hard for her and for his baby, she thought about when she was pregnant with Draco, Lucius never affectionately touched her stomach like that. This made her proud of the man her son is.
Maybe she should let go of her old feelings and judgments as well, after all the war is over and the other Death Eaters are most likely not coming back from Azkaban. Now she was a grand-mother, her very first grand-child will be here soon.
Hermione remembered her appointment the next day; they will get to find out the gender.
She looked up at Narcissa, “Would you like to come and see what the baby is tomorrow? It is at a Muggle OB/GYN but Draco went before. It didn’t bother him much.” Narcissa looked at Draco, her face looked like Hermione just asked her to jump off of a bridge. Draco nodded at his mum and she hesitated.
“Y-yes, I’ll come with you,” Narcissa said in a whisper, her face red with stress as she thought of what Lucius would say to her if he found out.
Hermione could not believe she just asked Narcissa Malfoy to accompany her at a muggle doctor’s office, but what was not changing now that the war was really over and Voldemort really gone.
“Good,” Hermione squeaked awkwardly, then sat beside Draco and smiled at him again.
Draco looked at Hermione in a no way kind of way with big eyes. Hermione giggled, and Narcissa was looking at her again.
“Granger, y-you aren’t so bad for my son,” Narcissa got out, sounding like she said something she was keeping a secret.
Hermione looked at Draco’s mum with a shocked face, he did the same, “Thank you Mrs. Malfoy, I appreciate that. You are a good mother, I hope I can be somewhat like you to this baby.”
Narcissa smiled, “Thank you.”
Things really were changing around the wizarding world. Narcissa Malfoy was going with them to a muggle doctor’s office, Hermione was with Draco Malfoy, an ex-Death Eater and having a child with him, something Hermione never would have foreseen, Ron was out of her life and they were on bad terms, after the war everything changed for better and for worse.
A very large Healer with a toothbrush mustache and a goofy toothed smile walked into the room and introduced himself as Draco’s Healer, Troy Whitehert. He explained that Draco had nothing wrong with him anymore and that they had fixed everything the previous evening but he put some paste on the bruises to heal them.
He told them that they could leave after making Draco sign a lot of papers and congratulating them on their baby after telling them that Draco could not apparate for a week or so.
Hermione and Narcissa helped get Draco’s things together, and Narcissa kept a distance from Hermione, still feeling awkward and wrong about what she had said to her.
They walked out of the hospital and Narcissa said her goodbyes and promised to meet them in the morning deciding to let him go with Hermione, Hermione wanted Draco to come home with her for the evening.
It was only around two when they got a Taxi and by three they were walking up the driveway of Ginny and Harry’s.
The baby, now that it had started to move, kept moving every now and then, surprising Hermione every time.
Ginny was excited at the news that Hermione could feel kicking now and Ginny felt her stomach and felt a weak kick; she got excited and jumped up and down.
Ginny and Hermione together cooked spaghetti while Draco entertained baby James on the Potter’s living room floor.
About an hour later like every night around six, Ron and Harry had arrived at the house. Hermione somewhat wished Ron wouldn’t come over because he made things awkward and the tension between him and Draco stressed her out every time. But Ron seemed to be in an okay mood and even greeted Hermione, but of course didn’t acknowledge Draco, which irritated Hermione but how much more could she ask for?
Everyone ate the dinner and told the girls that they enjoyed it, Ron then said he was going to visit Lavender and left and Ginny told Harry to put James to bed. Ginny then washed the dishes as Hermione and Draco sat on the couch, Draco cuddled her to him.
“I hate hospitals, I am glad I got out. Father barely hurt me anyway,” Draco stated.
“It looked like he got you good,” Hermione said, grinning at her boyfriend trying to cover up how badly his father hurt him by strangling him.
Ginny and Harry went to bed not too long after Harry finally got James to sleep, and Draco and Hermione got into bed as well.
Draco was so fascinated by the baby kicking and him being able to feel it sometimes with his hand, he started to even talk to Hermione’s baby bump.
Hermione then proclaimed she wanted to sleep and Draco and her rolled over, cuddled, and went to bed with her rubbing her tummy, excited about finding out what the little bundle of joy was the next afternoon.
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