Hermione was dragged by her wrist through the grass and away from the burrow when she felt the familiar feeling of apparating. She screamed and her eyes were stained red with tears as the pain in her stomach grew worse. As time dragged on, Hermione became more apparent to the fact that her baby would be born within the hour. A half hour later, Hermione was thrown into a room and it was still too dark to make out her surroundings. She was sprawled out on a cold marble floor and voices whispered around her as she screamed and wailed in pain. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This was all over, her life of torture and constant fear of being killed in the name of dark magic. Her baby would be born directly into a world of hate, if she survived this group of criminals. A man with a raspy voice came to her side and sat her up, holding her still as she cried.
"Quiet, mudblood." The voice snapped, Hermione only screamed louder. The pain was beyond anything anyone could ever think of.
"I- want- DRACO!" She yelled, hyperventilating loudly.
"You want to live then you better shut that mouth of yours and have this baby." The voice demanded. Hermione ripped away from the man and three other pairs of arms restrained her. She was trying to break free but a small voice muttered a spell and her limbs were tied down. She screamed and cried as the hands touched her and the voices rose over her screams as if she wasn't even there. An hour later and Hermione was breathless, unable to scream anymore. All of her strength was gone.
"Sir, she's dying." A voice echoed as Hermione slipped in and out of conciousness.
"Do it now, then. She's not strong enough." The obvious leader sighed, and another charm was muttered. A burning pain erupted from Hermione's stomach and it only increased, it felt like someone was running an open flame up her stomach and it was so infuriating to have to bare this torture. She looked up and saw a large cut running down her protruding stomach where the three men were basically ripping her stomach open. She wimpered, unable to move as she lie there helpless, the sensation of warm blood running from her open laceration. Minutes passed and Hermione tasted blood. Her body was being destroyed on the cold tile floor of some unknown location and she was helpless. She drifted to a half sleeping state but was abruptly woken by a cry. A small wimper that sounded like the most beautiful music ever composed rang gently through her ears. All faith had been restored in her, she was no longer in pain. She felt something more. Her eyes were wide open as her pupils darted around the now dimly lit room where she saw a scruffy chinned man holding a squirming infant in his arms. It was her baby, her daughter, her reason to fight. Hermione's stomach was wide open but none of that seemed to matter. She squirmed hard but the bindings were so tight, but something in the core of her soul felt warm and a shimmering gold beam erupted from all over her body and elecricuted the men so hard that it took them off of their feet. The three men bounced unconcious to the back wall, her baby gripped in the leader's embrace. The ropes burned off as the golden light burned brighter than ever and the open wound healed itself, leaving nothing in its place, not even a scar. She shot up and grabbed her wand that she had dropped on her way in and tighed up two of the men. She went over to the leader and picked up her daughter. A beautiful girl, with barely visible golden hair and piercing icy blue eyes that took her breath away. Her daughter's cheeks were pink and she smiled a toothless grin up at her new mom. Hermione's eyes poured tears as she held her reason. She was no more than seven pounds and was more than astonishing. Hermione muttered the familiar spell and the last unconcious criminal was tighed up. She stumbled back against the wall and stared at her creation for a long time, so long that she didn't even notice the sunlight pour into the room when Ron, Harry, and Draco burst through the door. They first noticed the men tighed up and went over to them. The baby cooed and it made the three boys jump, but when Draco turned around and layed eyes on his daughter, his whole expression changed. Tears shimmered in his clear as the sky grey eyes and his mouth hung open with a huge smile. His eyebrows prodded up into a suprised yet happy beyond anything expression. He ran over to Hermione and kissed her as passionately as ever. He shakily held out his arms and Hermione gave him his little girl. The way she fit in his arms was like destiny. Like the mold of her small body was identical to that of his arms. A teardrop ran down Draco's cheek.
"She's the most beautiful thing in the world, Hermione Jean Malfoy." He said breathlessly.
"She's all ours, Draco." Hermione beamed. Ron and Harry walked over to Hermione and the baby, eyes wide. Ron hugged Hermione for dear life and Harry smiled at the baby.
"She's undoubtfully your girl, mate." Harry laughed. Draco chuckled.
"I know she is, she always will be." Draco smiled. Harry and Ron apparated with the criminals to Azkaban and Hermione, Draco and their daughter apparated to St. Mungo's. Draco owled the whole group to meet them there and within the hour, Hermione and her daughter were deemed healthy and ready to check out.
"Draco, the veela thing. It healed me. I felt a connection to her and I just... Healed." She told him as they toted their daughter to the hospital lobby.
"It's a gift, beautiful." He smiled, kissing the top of her head. In the lobby, Mrs. Weasley, Arthur, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Ginny all stood with anxious expressions.
"Hermione dear! Oh you poor baby!" Molly cried, hugging Hermione. She smiled at the infant, "GIve me the dear, I have an outfit and a fresh diaper for her." Mrs. Weasley giggled as Hermione handed her over.
"Blimey 'Mione!" Ginny cried as she hugged her best friend tightly.
"I'm fine Gin." Hermione laughed. Everyone surrounded the baby as she sported a light pink onesie with the printing of a fluttering butterfly on the front. She cooed and hypnotized the group with her blue eyes.
"What's her name!" Angelina gushed. Draco and Hermione both looked at eachother and smirked.
"Evania Cristyne Malfoy." The couple said in unison as their daughter cooed lightly in the background.
A/N: D'awww 3
