Six Months Later
Hermione was so pregnant she couldn't see her feet anymore. Draco had to help her put on her shoes and get around the house. She'd taken leave from work at the Ministry of Magic and Draco had just been promoted, which was great because it paid twice as much and they were able to move to a bigger place with a room for the new baby.
She stood all day in the nursery, flicking her wand about and trying every color and pattern she could think of on the wall. Eventually she decided on mint green stripes and almost-red furnishings. The perfect blend of subdued Slytherin and Gryffindor.
"Lovely," said Hermione to herself. She turned and found Draco standing the door.. It was October and he had a light orange scarf tied around his next and stuffed into his grey wool suit coat. He smirked as he pulled something magically out of his jacket pocket with his wand. It was an adorable stuff red and green dragon that matched Hermione's decorations perfectly.
"Looks wonderful, darling." Draco grinned as he walked into the nursery and placed the dragon into the baby's crib.
"Aw," said Hermione. "It's like a cuddly, fuzzy little Draco."
"What'd you call me?" Draco growled and rushed over to Hermione, biting at her neck and tickling her with his lips. "Am I cuddly now?"
Hermione giggled. "I meant the- Ah," she gasped. "Ah, Draco."
"Yes," he said breathily, still nibbling at her neck and collarbone.
"I think my water just broke," said Hermione. She was calm. How could she be calm?
Draco drew back from her, his mouth wide open. His hands flew out to Hermione's stomach. "Sit down. Sit down." He aimed he toward a chair. "No stand up. Sit down. Oh, I don't know," Draco rushed his words. Well, Draco wasn't calm that was for sure.
"How about I sit down while you owl St. Mungo's that we are on our way?" Hermione said calmly then she screamed as she had a contraction.
Draco nodded wildly. "Uh, okay." He raced to the desk and fumbled around like a crazy person looking for a pen and paper. He was absolutely adorable. Then she had another ripping, painful contraction and suddenly she found him a little less attractive.
"Got it!" shouted Draco as he scribbled on a piece of parchment. He whistled for their owl which came flapping in from the bedroom. He tied to the note to its leg.
"Hurry," said Draco to the owl. "How are you doing? Are you okay? What am I saying you're not okay! You're having a baby! Oh my! We're having a baby. I'm going to be a father." Draco collapsed onto the couch.
"Honey, sweetie, I love you, but we need to get to St. Mungo's." Hermione's voice was quiet as she held her hand to her stomach, waiting for another contraction.
"Oh, right. Oh my gosh!" Draco threw his hand to his head and leapt off the couch. "What are you doing sitting around?"
Draco was totally out-of-control behavior. It was the sweetest thing she'd ever seen. At least she was calm enough for both of them. Fate knew what it was doing when it put them together.
Draco said, "Accio overnight bag" and Hermione's bag zoomed to his hand. Draco almost tumbled over as he caught it.
They raced out of their house and to the nearest floo system. Hermione couldn't apparate to St. Mungo's in her condition. When they walked inside the hospital, Draco shouted "Accio wheelchair!" Unfortunately, the nearest wheelchair was occupied by an old guy who landed squarely on his back as the chair was whisked away from him and landed under Hermione. She plopped down with a gasp as she had another contraction.
"Sorry," she shouted to the old man as Draco wheeled her like a mad man through the halls.
"Out of the way, pregnant lady coming through!" he yelled. Hermione wasn't so sure how she felt about her presence being announced in such an obvious manner, but there was no stopping Draco. He was an expectant father on a mission.
The healer came sliding around the corner. "What is going on here? Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. We received your owl. Come on."
The healer and few nurses wheeled Hermione into the delivery room. They cast a few pain relief charms over Hermione as Draco paced nervously against the back wall.
"Did you owl your mother? My parents?" asked Hermione. "And Harry and Ginny?" Hermione wanted Narcissa and her parents there after the birth and she thought the Potters should be present as well as they were the baby's godparents.
"No. No. No. Was I supposed to? There's too much for me to do. Do I have to do everything?" Draco threw his hand to his head. "What are you doing?"
"I'm actually having the baby. You're just having an insane, though thoroughly entertaining meltdown."
Draco took a deep breath. "Sorry. I'll have the receptionist owl them."
"Thank you," said Hermione.
Draco left and returned quickly at about the same time the healer came in and said they were ready to start the delivery. Draco held Hermione's hand as she brought their child into the world. When the doctor placed their baby boy into Hermione's hands, more joy than she'd ever experience swelled inside her. A tear fell from her eyes as she kissed her son on the forehead. She lifted the boy to Draco who lovingly cradled his new son.
"Do you have a name?" asked the doctor.
Hermione and Draco smiled at each other. She loved Draco with her whole heart and would would for the rest of her life. There was no doubt about that.
"Lucius," said Hermione. "Lucius Harry Malfoy."