I'm Not Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: Refer to chapter One
Chapter Fourteen- The Battle
A few weeks past and Danielle was definitely at bursting point. It was a late spring evening, around seven. Danielle was in her dormitory, quietly reading Hogwarts: A History. Suddenly, someone or something tapped at the window. After a sigh, she struggled to get back up. After a few tries, she got up and opened the window to see Draco on his broom. "Danielle!" he cried. "Who else? And why are you on a broom?" asked Danielle, so happy to see Draco. "No other way to get to Hogwarts undetected." Replied Draco, cheekily.
They hugged until they both were out of breath from the other's tightness. Suddenly, Danielle felt a something wet run down her legs; she slowly backed away from Draco. "Draco… My waters… broke…" she said slowly and awkwardly. "Oh no, err, sit down." Draco replied as he quickly pulled a chair to her. "Are you alright?"
"I'm … okay. Could you get… Harry?" Danielle gasped, breathing in between the words.
Draco ran out, heading to Harry's dormitory. Meanwhile, Danielle cursed in her head, Gees,Mrs. Weasley wasn't kidding when she said it was painful.
"What's wrong, Danielle?" asked Harry as he ran in to her room.
"My waters… broke… The Battle… starting… Trelawney's prediction…"
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"Harry," Danielle gasped as she was lifted into a wheelchair, holding her two boys' hands tightly, "Be … careful and finish … him off, quick. It's killing … already."
Draco followed the healers into the hospital ward and left Harry to himself to The Battle. 'I need to kill Voldemort for Danielle, me and everyone.' He thought as he left the room to Dumbledore.
Harry reported to Dumbledore's office and told him that The Battle is starting. He peeked into the window and saw wizards and witches flying around on their broomstick casting the Dark Mark.
Back in the Hospital Ward, Danielle was in pain, sweat starting to show on her forehead,
"Draco, you can go to …The Battle. I'll be fine." She breathed at Draco. A 'thank you' look appeared on his face as he bent down to kiss Danielle. Just as he exited the ward, Mrs Weasley appeared with a sharp crack. A proud smile appeared on her face as she saw her almost-daughter in labour of her very first child.
"Thank you, Mrs Weasley … for coming." Danielle gasped in a whisper as Molly protectively grasped Danielle's hand as any mother would to see her daughter in pain.
"Now now, my darling, Harry probably hasn't fired his first spell at 'him' so calm down." Molly whispered, softly and soothingly as she patted Danielle's clenched hand.
The clocks struck eleven and you could hear the awful voice of Voldemort offering to take Harry and nothing else would be harmed. The two women covered their ears to the screech of Voldemort and noise of the great battle taking place right below their very feet. Danielle's face winced horribly as her pain grew.
Around half-past eleven, Draco returned to Danielle.
"Danielle, most of the Death Eaters are dead, except from those who cowered and fled. So the rest is up to Potter." Said Draco, coming to Danielle's side. From then, many injured heroes retreated to the Hospital Ward to treat their minor wounds, not horrible enough to treat with her precious Tulipany.
Soon the clocks pointed just past twelve. Danielle felt her contractions worsening by the second. 'Oh Harry.' Danielle thought, 'keep fighting.' Soon Danielle was practically screaming and breaking Draco hand. After a few minutes of pushing and yelling her head off, a beautiful baby boy was born and all the patients were cheering and celebrating.
Just as Devan was being oh-so-carefully passed around to be cooed at, Harry staggered in with a deep wound across his chest. Danielle quickly pushed her way through the thick crowd to Harry side. "Harry!" she whispered, white as ghost, "Come!"
Draco helped Danielle lay Harry on a bed. Tears formed in Danielle glossy black eyes, the silver tears dropped onto Harry's wounded body.
As Danielle wiped her tears as Madam Pomfrey did a few healing spells, Danielle's skinny elbow brushed against her breast pocket containing the bottle of Tulipany.
Slowly, she reached into the pocket and opened the bottle. Poppy stared at her in curiosity until she realised that it was Tulipany and gasped in wonder of how Danielle had gotten her hands on this kind of cure.
Danielle, shakily poured a few drops of the bluish liquid into Harry's deep wound which was bleeding heavily even to any of Madam Pomfrey's spells. Immediately, Harry began to react positively to the cure, his wound began to close up and colour flowed back into his cheek. "Oh Harry!" Danielle exclaimed as Harry sat up.
Again everyone had been watching the trio and they cheered. Draco suddenly led Danielle by hand to the middle of the large crowd and bent one knee to the floor. Danielle quickly found Devan and cradled him lovingly.
"Danielle, you're the love of my life and I'm sure that I'm yours. I hope this isn't too sudden and quick but … Will you marry me?"
YES! Yes, of course, Draco!"