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Chapter Two: A Close Call and a New Surprise


Hermione sat on the bed of her rented room in the Inn in Hogsmeade. Her heart was aching after what she had just done. It took all her will power not to apparate right back to the house and tell Draco she was sorry for leaving. She flopped backwards on the bed and stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with everything that was going on in her life. She had just started to drift off to sleep laying there when she heard the soft sound of people Apparating outside her room.

Shooting her eyes open at the sound, she quickly and silently reached for her wand when suddenly the door to her room was blasted from it’s frame and three Death Eaters entered. Hermione jumped to her feet on the other side of the bed opposite from the door and pointed her wand at the intruders. The three Death Eaters began firing curses in her direction, with her ducking and dodging as many as possible. Finally, one connected with her in the chest as she was dodging another and she was blasted into the wall behind her, her head connecting with the stone wall with a sickening crack, knocking her half unconscious. As she faded in and out of alertness, she saw a glimpse of one of her attackers standing over her pointing their wands at her chest and muttering a spell that she didn’t quite hear. Her eyes widened for a moment before the curse struck her and her world went black.

Draco arrived at the Inn that Hermione had designated in her letter and before he could walk into the lobby he heard a loud commotion of blasting curses coming from down the hall. Rushing down the hall towards the sounds, he reached the room just in time to see a Death Eater leaning over Hermione’s motionless body and a flash of purple light stream from the Death Eater’s wand into Hermione’s chest. As he watched, the Death Eater turned towards the door where Draco was standing and gave him an evil laugh before Apparating along with the other two that Draco didn’t even notice were standing to the side. Immediately, Draco rushed forward to the now unconscious Hermione laying limply on the floor of the room. He kneeled down beside her and gently lifted her into his arms, her head flopping backwards limply.

“Hermione, come on baby…wake up sweetheart…please…” Draco pleaded with her in his arms, one hand gently pushing the hair from her face.

He felt the tears swelling up behind his eyes as he noticed the small puddle of blood from where her head was laying just a moment ago on the floor. He smacked her cheek slightly as he pleaded with her to wake up.

“ ‘Mione, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t been so stupid…” Draco mumbled clutching her closer to his chest when he was interrupted by a soft voice.

“Draco? Draco I’m sorry. I love you…” Hermione whispered softly, her eyes opening slightly before she collapsed once again into his arms and lost consciousness.

Draco wrapped her closer to him again and allowed a few stray tears to fall from his eyes as he apparated to the St. Mungo’s waiting room. Rushing past the crowd of witches and wizards waiting he forced his way to the greeter.

“Please, she needs to see a Healer NOW!” Draco roared to the greeter witch who looked up and seeing the woman laying limply in his arms immediately sent a message to the closest Healer. After only a few seconds, a tall, brown haired man with a small scar on his chin came bursting through the waiting room doors and rushed over to where Draco was still standing.

“What happened to her?” the Healer asked as he pulled Draco down the corridor swiftly.

“I don’t really know. I found her in her hotel room with someone standing over her. There was a small flash of purple light and then the attackers apparated out. She’s been unconscious for the past fifteen minutes only waking up once for like a few seconds. Please, is she going to be alright?” Draco rambled on to the Healer as he was ushered into a private room and instructed to lay Hermione on the clean white bed. The Healer went through all the regular information, like her age, name etcetera and then ushered Draco out to the hallway.

Draco paced up and down the corridor for the next hour watching the Healers rush in and out of Hermione’s room hurriedly. He was growing impatient because no one would tell him what was going on. He thought about going to the floo room and contacting Ron but he couldn’t risk leaving the hallway in case something happened. Finally after another hour of pacing back and forth and harassing impatient Healers as to her condition, the main Healer (the one that met him in the waiting room) came out of the room to talk to him.

“Mr. Malfoy?” Healer McKibbon asked, coming up to Draco in the hallway.

Draco stopped his pacing and rushed over to where the Healer had just come out of the room. He could tell that Draco had been crying because his pale face was all reddened.

“Miss Granger is going to be just fine. The curse that struck her was a very dark and dangerous one. It should have killed her almost instantly but luckily the baby saved her.” Healer McKibbon told him. Draco stared at the Healer awestruck for a moment.

“The ba-baby?” Draco asked stuttering. “What baby?”

“Miss Granger is almost two months pregnant with a little girl. I can assume from your reaction that you were unaware Mr. Malfoy?” the Healer responded. Draco nodded, still in shock.

“Well then I suppose congratulations are in order then. Of course, I’m assuming that you are the father no?” Draco nodded silently again, still not quite grasping what the Healer was telling him.

“Well Miss Granger will need a lot of bed rest for the next couple weeks so be sure that she stays off of her feet. She should be able to go home tomorrow.” The Healer walked away leaving Draco staring dumbfounded after him.

After a moment, he walked slowly through the door to Hermione’s room. She was lying peacefully on the white bed in the corner of the room, her luscious golden-brown locks splayed out on the pillow around her head. Her eyes were still closed and there was a small scar (about an inch long line) on the side of her head by her left eye. Draco’s eyes lingered down to her small waist and as he thought about the little life growing inside her. He sat down by her bedside and took her small hand in his, using his other hand to gently brush her hair out of her angelic face.

“ ‘Mione, baby, I’m so sorry.” He whispered to her sleeping form and felt her hand tighten on his slightly.

Taking the hand that just brushed her hair away, he gently placed the hand on her slim stomach, a small smile playing on his lips. He sat there, just holding her hand and rubbing her stomach softly until darkness filled the room slightly and the scone lights around the room lit softly. He had just laid his head down on the bed by her arm when he heard her faint whisper.

“Draco?” she asked softly, her voice still raspy slightly from the long sleep and the tiring battle she had lost with the Death Eaters just hours before. Draco jumped at her voice slightly.

“Yes, sweetheart, I’m here.” Draco replied, squeezing her hand tightly.

“I’m sorry. I never should have left.” Hermione’s eyes fluttered open slightly and she looked into his deep ice-blue ones that were full of love and concern.

“It’s alright baby. You were right, I was being selfish. I just didn’t want to think about you leaving me behind. Please forgive me Hermione.” Draco said, just as quietly as she was speaking.

“When can I come home?” She asked, a small, weak smile forming on her pale lips.

“They said you could leave tomorrow probably. You really scared us there for awhile. They weren’t sure you were going to survive but the Healer said that the…the um…baby saved you.” Draco answered. Hermione’s eyes shot open at the last part of his comment.

“Baby? You mean…? Oh my god.” Hermione sputtered. “You mean we’re having a baby? How did I not know?”

“I don’t know sweetheart but the Healer said that you were almost two months along. And he also said that it was a…a little girl.” Draco told her, his smile broadening at the thought of him being a father.

“Oh my god, Draco. What are we going to do with a baby!?” Hermione suddenly shrieked. “We’re too young! I’m too young to be a mother! Oh gods, how could this have happened? I’ve always been so careful.”

“Don’t, ‘Mione. Be happy, this is a happy thing. It doesn’t matter that we’re young, all that matters is that you and our daughter are safe.” Draco said, trying to comfort her obvious fears.

“Safe? That’s great Draco but for how long? You cant have possibly forgotten already that Voldemort is still after me! Do you think it was just a coincidence the Death Eaters were attacking me tonight? We cant keep this baby, I cant put my own child in that kind of danger!!” Hermione quickly sputtered, jerking up in her hospital bed and wincing slightly in pain at the sudden movement.

“Baby, lets not talk about this right now alright? I almost lost you tonight and right now all I want to do is hold you okay? Just lie back down and rest and we’ll discuss this when we get home….you are coming home right?” Draco said, trying to calm her down again.

Hermione obliged, nodding her head slightly to answer his question and lying back down on the bed, closing her eyes once again. Draco stroked her forehead and hair and listened as her breathing deepened signaling that she had finally fallen back asleep. Leaning his forehead down on the bed beside her arm again, he closed his eyes once more and was quickly engulfed by sleep.

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