Baby Yours Chapter 9
hey guys here is the next chapter and I hope that you like it. I had really bad writer's block and have just been so busy that this chapter took ages to write. Anyway I hope that this chapter is good enough even though it is quite short and not what I think you guys might be expecting. I also have a question to ask. Milena's name has a story behind it as i have described very briefly and so i was wondering if you readers would ever be interested in the actual story of Milena, Godric and Salazar. If so i can start writing it and posting it up as a separate story. If not then don't worry but please tell me what you think and then whatever the majority will prefer can happen. It's only if people want to hear that story. I'm going to try and update as soon as I can but I will be extremely busy since everything seems to want to happen in September. I will also try and start up some of my old stories as well so if you want to vote on which one you would like to be continued then let me know.
Anyway i hope that you all have a lovely September and enjoy this chapter.
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"She's so beautiful isn't she Draco? absolutely perfect in every way." Hermione cooed as she held her daughter's hand through the hole in the glass. It was two days after Hermione had woken and ever since had spent every waking moment by her daughters side or with Daniel who was extremely pleased that his mother had returned. Draco was sitting in the rocking chair slowly going back and forth watching the woman he loved gazing over their little bundle of joy. Daniel was at school and so wasn't able to be with them however when Draco picked him up from school they apparated straight into the St Mungo's lobby to see his mother and sister. Miss Rose he realized wasn't at work however when he asked his mother what she had said Narcissa had reassured him that Charlotte was perfectly safe and healthy and would be back to work by the end of the week.
"Draco did you hear what I said?" Hermione asked. Draco jolted out of his reverie to see the brown orbs stare back at him. The expression of shock on his face made her giggle. she leant over and kissed his cheek.
" I guess that was a no. I was saying how perfect our little girl is."
" Yes she is isn't she? Just like you" Hermione playfully swatted Draco's arm in protest about his remark however he knew that deep down she had cherished it because she was feeling loved again.
"When do you think we can take her home? I wish we were all back home, all 4 of us together"
" I'm not sure darling but I hope the same thing. I think Milena will have to stay here for a while as well as you. You had an operation and lost a lot of blood. They will probably want to keep an eye on both of you for a little while. " Hermione sighed. She wanted so much to be home, back in the beautiful house that Draco had given them. She wanted to be with her son, play with him, watch him. She craved to wake up with the sun on her face that came in through the window while she snuggled in Draco's strong arms. She didn't want o be in this hospital that was slowly becoming increasingly suffocating. She knew that the two little rooms she mainly occupied herself in, intensive care and her own room where heaven compared to what she had just been through with those Dearhearts, though she just couldn't face it anymore. The beeping of the machines around her haunted her mind and the images of the wires as well as her face whenever she looked in the mirror made her want to vomit in disgust. She wanted to get away so badly and yet she couldn't. She was sick. She as Draco and Theo had told her had had an operation, it was still amazing that she was even alive after the amount of blood she lost. Her daughter was sick. She hated to see Daniel with a cold let alone her daughter who had jaundice, couldn't breath wholly on her own and was so small that she was about the length of a 30 cm ruler.
Hermione held back the tears as the amount of emotion flooded her. She wasn't allowed to go home yet. She wasn't allowed to lead the normal life she craved.
"Draco I'm going to just get my cardigan from my room stay here and hold Mila's hand. I want her to know that someone is always here for her. "
Draco was immediately up like a shot. He would do anything for Hermione whether it was jump in front of a bus or just get her cardigan.
"Hermione darling let me get it. I don't mind."
Hermione shook her head and slowly started to get up from her wheelchair heavily leaning on the metal pole which contained her IV drip and blood bag. Draco immediately came to her aid and helped her before she stumbled.
"Mia I insist you really shouldn't be going and getting it."
"Draco please. I need to walk a little, my legs otherwise wont be able to take the strain later on. I'll only be a moment. I might get a cup of tea. Would you like one?" Hermione replied softly but determined.
"All right then Mia and no thank you I'll have one later. If you need me though I don't mind coming with you."
"Its all right. Stay here with Milena. She'll start crying if one of us isn't here." She kissed Draco's cheek as she gripped the pole with all of her might. Draco hastily went to open the doors for her and she made a quick thank you before leaving.
The silence of the corridor was sweet music to her ears after the amount of beeping noises and crying that came with the neonatal intensive care. She slowly started to make her way down the whitewashed corridor taking a deep breath at each step. Her small feet felt like heavy weights as she stumbled down however she wasn't going to give up and call for Draco. She was going to do this on her own, she was strong enough. She and been through worse in the last couple of weeks. Hermione allowed the tears flow and the emotion sweep over her as she took every step. She wanted to go home, she wanted to throw those murderous Dearhearts of their pedestal and make them feel her pain. The pain of every wound, every humiliation. She hadn't told Draco yet that she couldn't remember some things. How some of her memories were now just a hazy image because they had been the moments that had brought her peace and happiness as she was tortured repeatedly. She wouldn't or felt that she couldn't tell him. It would bring him so much pain to think that she could really only remember him fully as the slytherin who didn't speak to her much in her seventh year. The only memories she had left that was of them being happy and together as a true couple was the night she had spent with him at the falcon and the memory of waking up to him snuggled in his side at the new house, Draco breathing soundly beside her. She couldn't remember most of her childhood anymore, well her early years at least but she knew that there was a glimmer of hope that they would all return over time.
Hermione's throat was sore when she came to the door of her room from trying to hold in the sobs. She didn't the nurses and healers coming to her aid. She wanted to just get everything out. Her thick knitted cream cardigan was by the door which she picked up quickly and slipped it on. She hadn't been lying when she had said she was cold. The hospital seemed to be always the same temperature,a chill that was almost like a dementor was about to fling open the doors. She sighed as she slowly began to warm up and she carried on walking.
She passed the nurses station, through the doors and down some more corridors until she came into the main lobby and waiting room. It was bustling and no one really took any notice of her as she made her way over to a vacant seat to rest her weary legs.
"I'm only 21 and yet I feel like I'm 92. What is happening to me?" she muttered to herself as she eased herself into the chair. It wasn't as uncomfortable as it looked and she quickly wrapped the cardigan around her. She didn't notice the man sitting next to her until she heard his voice.
"Hermione Granger is that you what are you doing here?" Hermione looked up to see a person who she never thought she would see again. It was Oliver Wood. She hadn't seen him for years. She had remembered that he had graduated a couple of years before her.
"Oliver Wood. My I didn't think I would ever see you again! How are you?" Hermione replied wiping some tears away trying to smile.
"Hey what's wrong? I didn't think I would ever see you cry. What are you here anyway?" he said as happily as he could too. They both seemed to have problems and yet were trying to act as cheerful as possibly to hide them. Griffindors were supposed to be since as brave and strong, not emotional messes.
" Oh Oliver don't worry it's extremely complicated. I don't think you would understand"
"I have all day try me. Say aren't you and that William Dearheart going out? I didn't know that you followed his cause" Hermione cringed and Oliver leaned back a bit before putting an arm around her. Something was distressing her.
" No, I'm not, I just had to make it look like I was. He was the cause of why I'm here."
"Oh I'm sorry Mione I really am. Why did you have to pretend?" Hermione sighed and continued to tell him the story of what had occurred. Well, what she could remember. She told her heart and soul about her action in the war, how she was raped and had Daniel, where she had been for the last 4 years as well as meeting Draco.
"You know I always thought that you and him would get together. Every time you guys argued it looked like you two were either going to kill each other or jump each other any moment. Most people saw that except Harry, Ron and of course you and Draco. We all used to have bets on how long it would take for you guys to get together in some way, it was the only house unity we ever had. I didn't know you had a son, I bet he's as clever as you" Hermione chuckled wiping a tear.
" Yes, I think he probably more so."
"No one can beat you Hermione. Anyway what happened after that?"
"Well, after Draco and I got together the Dearhearts killed my parents as well as my sister and so I gave myself to them rather than this stupid necklace which apparently according to the legend is like the deathly hallows. So I turned myself in to them and became William's pawn in whatever he wanted which was to use me as a political trophy to hoard in the masses for his new scheme which when you look at it is bullshit. Everyone wanted to join if a war hero had he said. We had made a deal you see which was that I was do what he wanted and then I could see my son and Draco again for a couple of days each month. So I went to functions etc and then one day I think I don't know but I think I saw Daniel and Draco while William was making a speech and I met Draco that night. It was the first time I had seen him in months. I didn't tell him then that I was pregnant with his baby because I didn't want to make it even more difficult especially if I never came back. "
" I understand if I was him and you had told me I would have taken you away then and would have died if I had known that another man who didn't deserve you was bringing my child up." Oliver replied seriously but smiling.
"Yes, well William after a couple of days after that night sent me a message of how I wasn't allowed to see Daniel and Draco for several years and I snapped. That wasn't part of the deal. William and I then had a fight and I may have thrown some furniture at him I think and then he snapped and tortured me. I for some stupid reason let it slip that I was pregnant and ever since then I was kept in a cell at some mansion somewhere locked up. They all frequently tortured me and I'm surprised that I didn't lose the baby to be honest. It was awful. It was worse than being tortured and raped during the war. The only thing I could think about was seeing Daniel, Draco and all of my friends again. I became delirious. They imperioed me when they wanted me to come out in public and they healed my wounds or placed glamours on them I think. I cant remember exactly anymore. The days just merged into one large mess. " the tears started to fall again. He rubbed her back a little.
"I remember one day sitting in my cell and suddenly one of the little girls of Julius Deaheart opened the door, threw me some clothes and undid the chains. She was so small but she looked into my eyes which were full of pain. I don't know why she showed compassion but now I took my chance I remember running but then everything blacks out and I waked up here. I have a daughter and I'm safe with Draco and Daniel." Hermione was choking now on the sobs. The sudden realization of everything had hit her. She was safe again. Oliver didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure whether they were tears of sadness or happiness. He let the woman before him cry out and he slowly rubbed her back. He wasn't sure why she was telling him all of this. His wife had said that he was always a good listener but he had never believed her. Hermione soon composed herself.
"Is your little girl ok though? She is healthy?"
"Yes, she is. She's tiny and there were a couple of complications however the healers say that she will be healthy and will live."
"What's her name? if you don't mind me asking?"
"Milena Persphone" Hermione sniffled " Merlin its cold in here" Hermione wrapped the cardigan as close as she probably could to her body.
" I know it is and trust you to name your daughter after the first Griffindor who loved a Slytherin who also happened to be the only Malfoy in our house. Are you hoping she'll be a lioness like you?"
"How did you know that? I don't even think that Draco knows that. I don't know about the house thing we will have to wait and see. "
" Quidditch wasn't my only hobby you know. I read a little."
"Well, everyone knew that you were smart Oliver and extremely good at Quidditch..." Hermione wiped her nose and gave a watery smile. "Anyway why are you here mister superstar at quidditch aren't you supposed to be on tour with England right now?"
Oliver's smile faltered and Hermione looked heartbroken. He paused for a couple of minutes and placed his head in his hands taking a couple of deep breaths.
"Oliver you don't have to tell me if you don't want to" Oliver shook his head
"I'll have to soon anyway Hermione so I better start now." Hermione nodded and waited for him to talk.
"My wife Alice died a couple of hours ago while giving birth to our newborn son Michael and I don't know whether he's going to make it either. He's in surgery at the moment so I'm waiting to see if he's ok. The doctors said that he most likely wont" Oliver wiped his stray tear. Hermione couldn't hold back hers and she hugged him and held him tight.
"I'm sorry Oliver how selfish of me to place all of my problems on your when you have just experienced the heartbreak that I know I couldn't bear with. She's in a better place though and will be looking down on you and Michael who I'm certain will be all right. He will be strong and healthy and will play quidditch just like his father."
Oliver gave a croaky chuckle and they let go of each other. Hermione didn't know what else to say. Her situation was really never as bad as that. Yes she had been tortured but then she had known all along that her family was safe. Her daughter was healthy and here in front of her was Oliver Wood who had just lost everything, his wife and possibly his son while she was crying over not being able to stand a hospital, not being able to remember a couple of short lived memories that when you looked at the big picture did not mean as much as losing the person you loved and the son you had always wanted. They were both in the same boat when it came to hardship in life and yet Hermione still felt guilty and horrible for not seeing the tear stains on Oliver's face, the tiredness painted on his worn face and the utter despair and heart break in his eyes.
"You know Oliver maybe Milena and Michael should get today for a play date sometime in the future."
"Yes, that would be nice"
"Well, i better go now Draco will be wondering where I am. It was lovely to see you even though in not great circumstances."
"Yes, goodbye Hermione. I hope that life turns out better for you."
"The same goes to you Oliver. The same goes to you" Hermione ghosted her lips against hip cheek and grabbed onto the metal pole again. She had moved ad couple of steps before she saw Ginny walk in with Daniel and Jamie. They were talking animatedly and Daniel seemed excited about something.
"Daniel" she called and she watched the little boy turn around and his smile grow bigger and bigger. Ginny turned as well and her face lit up. She hadn't seen Hermione yet since she had left.
Oliver gazed over the scene from his chair. Daniel ran up to Hermione who gathered him up in his arms they were both laughing and talking and Hermione's tears had stained her face a moment ago had disappeared. Ginny and Hermione were then hugging, the redhead crying before they all started to walk towards the doors. He didn't notice Hermione turn back to smile at him and give a short wave because the shadow of a nurse had come to step before him.
"Mr Wood" the nurse said softly. Oliver looked up expecting the worst to tumble out of her mouth.
"Michael survived the surgery. He's going to be all right" Oliver was speechless and he could feel the hot droplets fall from his eyes. Hermione had been right and he had never been so happy in his life. His son was alive.
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