Dance Lessons
Plot: Draco's daughter, hates her mother, and Draco and his wife fight all the time. Draco's daughter can't stand it anymore and decides she needs to be with a real mother who will love her, she may just get her wish when she decides to take dance lessons. (DMHG)
Disclaimer: I am not J.K.ROWLING, nor do I plan on being her. I own the plot, and I own Draco's daughter, Jade Malfoy, Laura Potter, Dustin Weasley and Rebecca Gibson!
Recap:
"Their not stupid, it's a profession of something you couldn't possibly understand. A patient could have very well have died and all because you couldn't possibly answer the phone."
"But it wasn't so it doesn't really matter than does it?"
"You're so heartless."
With that, she couldn't look back and apparated to St. Mungos to do her job, saving people's lives. It was obviously something Viktor could care less about. She forgot about the kettle that was still brewing. She wanted to forget about the heartless man Viktor Krum she so called a fiancé. She needed to do a job and that was all that mattered at the moment.
Chapter 21: Reunion of Some Sort
When Hermione reached St. Mungos, a rush of healers were bursting through the halls in a hurry. Hermione hurried up to the floor that would lead her to the maternity ward. She normally never had to work there, on occasion she would supervise and assist in operations concerning the unborn. Only lately she'd been stuck down on two floors below with the injured patients who used backfired spells. She couldn't help but feel slightly sympathetic towards those people.
Once she reached the main floor, pulled on her hospital robes and went to find Ms. Jefferson. It only took a minute to find her, considering she was pacing with a clip board in her hand, looking worried.
"Ms. Jefferson, are you alright?" Hermione asked concerned.
"Oh my goodness, Ms. Granger don't scare me like that!"
"Sorry." She said half-heartily.
"I was so worried that no one would show up."
"What seems to be the problem Ms. Jefferson?"
"Mr. Delmonte has gone off on vacation and I can't seem to get a hold of any other doctors."
"Alright, but what did you need me for?"
"Well as one of the best healers as part of our staff at St. Mungos I need you to deliver a baby."
"A baby? Um, I don't think I can do that Ms. Jefferson." Hermione said worriedly.
"Well why not, you're qualified to do it are you not?"
"Well, um yes I am-"
"Well then good, it's all settled, the patient is under heavy medication right now, we had to sedate her because of the increasing pain. She should be ready to deliver within the hour."
"But Ms. Jefferson, I've only assisted in the procedure, I mean I've never done it all by myself. Wouldn't one of the other healers from this particulary ward be more suitable to help you?"
"Ms. Granger," taking hold of her shoulder. "I chose you because I believe that you can do it. You've saved millions of lives and that's not even complimenting you. I know you can do this, I have faith in you. Will you please just do me this one favor?"
There was a long pause, could she really do it? "Alright, I'll do it."
"Good, please proceed to room A314."
Hermione followed the hallway that would lead her to the room and the parents to be where she'd be delivering their baby. Could she possibly be ruining someone's life by doing this birth. She had assisted and knew all the steps but she'd never done it herself and was quite scared. Usually she was very poised and confident about doing her job, but this was something different. This was also something she'd never experience- labour essentially which she sometimes would be greatful. The women she helped in the delivery room, would scream in agony. It wasn't something she exactly wanted to be in the position of.
Once she reached the door, her heart practically stopped. She definitely didn't want to go through with it now, for she'd be delivering Harry Potter and Ginny Potter's son or daughter. That gave her enough reason to walk away without Ms. Jefferson noticing. She couldn't face the truth those years ago, and she wasn't prepared now. This wasn't the right time or place to tell them or to see them for all those years gone. She had promised herself, and she was afraid. But if she did run, it'd be a mistake she'd regret. Ms. Jefferson was counting on her to deliver a baby and there was simply no one else to do the job but her. It was a sign that she really had been pulling this for far too long. She missed her friends and she'd have to face the truth sooner or later.
Hermione didn't exactly know what she was afraid of anymore, rejection? The loss of her four best friends for nine years carried a weight on her shoulders like no other. She wanted to see them, talk to them, but was it enough for them for forgive her for all the years she didn't contact them?
"Ms. Granger, is something the matter?"
Hermione looked up to face Ms. Jefferson, it was too late to back out now. "No, nothing's wrong."
"Please hurry in. The patient has been requiring a doctor for some time and it seems you're the only one."
"Ms. Jefferson are you sure there's no one else-"
"No, there isn't." She said firmly.
Hermione shook her head, and almost regretted agreeing to do this, but she knew she had too. She briskly walking into the room, closing the door. The utensils were set up in the back of the room, so her back was facing the couple.
Ginny was groggilly waking up from the anestetic the healers had previously injected into her back. They had to keep her still in order for them to find a doctor who would be able to continue with the procedure. Harry sat next to the bed, holding his wife's hand, scared for her and his son's or daughter's life.
"It's okay Gin, they'll find a healer to deliver our baby." He said reassuringly.
"Harry, why.. why is it even possible that it had to be 'our' doctor that went on vacation?"
"I couldn't answer that Ginny. The hospital is doing their best they can."
"They bloody hell will if I had to say anything about it!"
Hermione couldn't help but chuckle, they didn't know she was in the room, but she knew Ginny Weasley's- Potter temper like no other. She couldn't help but miss it too. All the utensils were present, she just needed to check whether or not if Ginny was ready to deliver her baby. Putting on the rubber gloves and the face mask, she was prepared and without a doubt, Harry and both Ginny wouldn't recognize her through this outfit.
"Are we ready Mr. And Mrs. Potter?" She asked in a professional voice.
Harry finally took notice of the healer in the room, why hadn't he noticed her there before, he wasn't quite sure. He just nodded his head, and let the healer do what she had to do. He'd already been through this before with Laura, and he still didn't like the feeling being in the hospital again. Ginny was already in a fit as it is and he knew if he made one word, he'd have his ear screamed off. He took hold of Ginny's hand as she knew what was going to happen but didn't want it to happen.
"Mrs. Potter, I'm going to have to ask you to lift up your legs for me, do you think you can do that?" Hermione asked.
Ginny nodded her head, and with the effort that she had left, she pulled herself up so Hermione could put the sheet overtop where the baby would arrive. Hermione checked her vitals, and noticed she was ready to push.
"Looks like you're ready, on a count of three, I want you to start pushing, can you do that for me Mrs. Potter?"
Within the next few minutes, Hermione managed perfectly to get the baby safe and sound out of Ginny's womb. With enough screaming and insults towards Harry, the baby let out an earling scream, but it was good to know it was a healthy and that was all that truly mattered.
"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Potter, you have a baby boy." Hermione took off her gloves and wipe the baby clean from the blood and handed her to Ginny so she could hold her son for the first time."
"Harry, he looks just like you." Ginny whispered.
"I know, just hope he doesn't grow up like me." Said Harry.
"Oh don't worry, he won't."
"Did we have any names picked out?" Ginny asked him.
"Well you were stubborn enough to not find out the gender till it was born so we never really decided," he said. "But I kind of like the name Christopher."
"Christopher Potter, has a nice ring to it doesn't it?" Ginny asked amusingly.
"What about middle names?"
"I was thinking about the name Shaun, or Joshua but I don't really know."
"Well we don't really have to decide right away. I'm just going to step out to see if the Weasley's are here yet."
"Alright." Ginny said and she layed back down into the bed with her new born baby in her arms.
Hermione was still in the room as Harry stepped out, how was she going to get out of the room without both Harry or Ginny seeing her, nevermind the fact that the Weasley family would also be outside the hall. There wasn't a way out and even if she could get out, she knew that Ms. Jefferson also wanted to talk to her.
With the mask still present on her face, Hermione turned around. "Mrs. Potter?"
"Yes?"
"I just need to run some tests on your son, it should only take a minute or two, would that be alright?"
"Oh yes, of course." Ginny said, "It was just like this with my other daughter, but she's all grown up now."
"I see."
Hermione took hold of the baby and started to do her tests, the weight of the baby, the blood pressure, and all other essentials that were involved within the test. She was slightly distracted when Ginny asked her another question.
"I've never seen you before, are you one of the new healers?"
"Uh, oh um no I'm not. I've been working here for the last two years. I just don't normally work in the maternity ward. I've only assisted the deliveries, I've never actually done it before until today." Hermione wasn't sure if she should have admitted that, it was the truth and it wasn't like Ginny would know who it was within that sentence.
"So this was your first time then?"
"Um yes."
"Well I'd say you did a better job that half of these healers working on this floor any day."
"Oh wow, thank you." Hermione finished the test, and handed Ginny back her baby to hold once again.
Harry walked back into the room not a minute later. "Your mum and father want to see you Gin, do you want me to tell them to come in?"
"Yes, sure."
Hermione was about to leave the room undetected till her whole entire cover was blown with one simple question.
"Ms. Granger?"
Ms. Jefferson was back in the room, and Harry and Ginny were both in ear shot, and they weren't mistaken as to the name they just heard.
"Ms. Granger, Hermione, are you alright?" Her face paled and she was trapped.
"I uh, I'm fine. I should get going now anyway."
"Yes, umm well thank you for your help, and I'll more than likely see you tomorrow at work then."
"Yes, I'll be here at 8 tomorrow morning."
She was to leave the room and never come back, but then she wasn't able to move. A hand had grabbed her wrist and she turned to face the person slowly.
"Hermione? Is that really you?"
She couldn't lie to her friends anymore, she couldn't lie period. They caught her and it was finally time she told them. She was going to regret it, and she knew it but she couldn't exactly stop things from happening. "Harry, uh I, I should be going now."
"No, you've been gone from our lives for nine years Hermione, and I think we have the right to know why. We searched for you, and yet it seemed like you just didn't want to be found. Why Hermione, why would you leave us like that and not even try and keep in contact?"
Hermione felt tears prickle her skin, the mask was finally taken off so Harry and Ginny could see her fully after nine years. She didn't think she had changed much over the years, but with the shocked face that Ginny still had plastered on her face told her otherwise.
"Hermione, you can tell us the truth, where were you?" Ginny asked.
"Gin, Harry said you would tell us whether or not you wanted to see mum and dad, but he never showed up, what's taking so lo-ong?" Ron stopped as he saw who was standing there. "Hermione?"
Hermione, in the next few minutes was wrapped into a hug she knew she missed. Ron, Harry and Ginny- her best friends and they missed her. She had missed them for the longest time. She had to tell them the truth.
"I've been in America for the last seven years." She told them once Ron had let go of her relunctantly. She told them the exact same story as she did to Blaise and Draco, she couldn't lie and she couldn't possibly deny anything that had happened. Thinking back to how this all happened, was she truly foolish enough to leave her friends behind because she was being selfish? That's how she truly saw it anyway.
After the explanation of sorts, the room had gone quiet. Hermione wanted to run, now that her best friends knew the truth, was there really a point in staying. But she couldn't leave now, her friends wouldn't leave her knowing she'd been living in the wizarding world for the past two years. She knew somehow they must recent her, hate her even for doing what she did to them. That was probably why no one had said anything since.
"Why would you think we hated you Hermione?" Harry asked, "I mean, we're your best friends and that everything we go through, we do it together. We're supposed to tell each other everything."
"I know, I'm sorry. I don't really know what I can say. I've disappeared from your lives and I don't really think I can live without you in my life either. I've missed you guys and there are days when I wished I hadn't run. But it's not like I can go back into the past and erase what I did."
"We know that Hermione, we just wished you would have told us sooner." Ron commented.
"So you're not mad, angry, upset at me for deserting you? Never contacting you? Me, Hermione not being the courageous Gryffindor I thought I was?"
"We could never stay mad at you Hermione, we're just so glad that you're back." Ginny said, "Now come here and give me a hug!"
Hermione did just that, with the tears continuing to poor down her face. She was finally back where she belonged. With her best friends who would love her no matter what she did or the consequences that would lay ahead. They were in for the long road, with every adventure, they would stand tall and face whatever came forth. She still had a lot of truth to tell them but she thought better of it too wait. Now that she had her friends back, she would stay in contact and visit frequently. She didn't care, she had needed her friends for all those years but what she didn't know was how much she needed them until now. When it all came down to the truth, her friends really mattered to her, they were like part of her family. Another sibling that she could trust with her life.
Within the next half hour, she was swept back into the lives of the Potter's and Weasley's. She told them she was a healer at St. Mungos and a Dance teacher- not to mention Laura's dance teacher. They accepted that, they actually hadn't said a word about it but were just glad that she was back. Hermione caught up with each of the Weasley's briefly learning about the life she missed for over nine years. She also told them she was engaged at the moment and would be getting married within the next three weeks, and she was planning on changing some guests and including them.
Hermione also knew that she couldn't possibly invite the entire Weasley family as much as she wanted too, Viktor would not allow it. She wanted them at this wedding, she, Hermione Granger was finally getting married. Hermione wanted her best friends there, even if they weren't included she at least wanted them attending. She could only persuade Viktor as much as she could without bending their relationship, for Viktor was a stubborn man. As much as she wanted to stay at the St. Mungos, she had to head back but she sincerly promised that she would be over at the Burrow on the Friday of this week, which was only in three days.
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A night out in town with Viktor Krum wasn't like any other. She had finally convinced him that they needed to go out and do something together. After their fight of the day before, it was finally resolved that Viktor would take part in their wedding plans. From much persuading from Hermione of course. They arrived at a familiar restaurant, where they were seated immediately. Due to the fact that Viktor was famous and he had made reservations previously.
"So why did you bring me here Viktor? We always come here!"
"Well I figured since we're getting married in three weeks that we'd relax for a few hours and not worry about the wedding or work for that matter."
"I guess, but it just seemed odd that you wanted to go out tonight."
"Let's not discuss this, let's just order."
"Alright," She took a glance at the menu, "I guess I'd have fettachini alfredo."
"Sounds good, steak with mash potatoes and a firewhiskey." He told the waiter.
The waiter wimpered off and into the kitchen to give the orders. "Do you think you should be drinking tonight, we did drive here." Hermione commented.
"Don't you vorry about it. I can control my liquor."
The dinner went surprisingly easy enough, they didn't talk much as Hermione wanted too. Viktor wasn't much in a plesant mood and she wanted to know why. Ever since he brought her to the restaurant, he was practically ignoring her, and being plainly rude to all the employees.
"What's wrong Viktor?"
"Nothing's wrong, why would you ask such a question?"
"Well we haven't talked since we sat down, and you've been a fouly mood all day and I want to know why?"
"Well we're in a restaurent, I can't exactly talk and eat at the same time now can I?"
"Well yes, but you could have tried to make a bit of conversation." Hermione commented.
"So you're going to blame all of this on me then? What's your excuse then, you haven't either said a word, so don't start jumping to conclusions and assuming things."
"I, I didn't really know how to talk to you when you're being rude and ignoring me all day. You practically dragged me here."
"I asked you to come, and you agreed, I don't recall dragging you to this restaurant."
"This conversation is pointless. What I had wanted to talk to you about is the wedding."
"Did I not say that we weren't going to be talking about that tonight."
"Yes, but this is important, it's about the guestlist."
"What about it, 200 guests seem find to me, I don't think we need to add any more than that."
"I know," Hermione said, "But I've decided on my bride's maids and I want two of my other friends to attend the wedding as well."
"And who might they be?" Viktor asked.
"Well as you already know Rebecca is my maid of honor, and I wanted my best friends Ginny and Lavender to be my bridemaids."
"You woulddn't happen to be talking about Ginny Potter and Lavender Weasley would you?"
"Why yes I am, does that bother you? They're my best friends Viktor and they've been apart of my life since I was 11 years old."
"Fine, they can be apart of the wedding." He said, in a slighly angrier mood than before. "Anyone else I should know about?"
"Yes, Harry and Ron will be attending as well."
Viktor clenched his jaw, he did not want them there at his wedding. They would ruin everything and he knew it. They were her best friends and everything he built to get to this point was going to crash into smitherings if he let them come to his wedding. But if he said no, then Hermione would refuse to marry him and he simply could not have that happen. No matter how much he hated part of the Golden Trio, he couldn't let his plan be ruined by them either.
"Fine, if you really want them there!"
"Thank you." Hermione said sweetly, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
They order a chocolate piece of cake to share to finish off the evening before heading back to their flat. But the waiter who they had had previously when ordering dinner, wasn't exactly stable, and Hermione could tell that it wasn't exactly his best day working. In fact he looked brand new and was just out of training. Hermione felt bad for the waiter, only she couldn't do much about the situation.
Without a second glance, the waiter who had been walking at a slow pace not to drop anything, he had Viktor's and Hermione's cake in one hand. Whereas a plate of spaghetti and some beef with green peppers in the other. His shoelaces came undone, and he stimuliously tripped over his own foot and the food went flying out of his hands. Within the next five minutes Hermione was drenched in what she assumed was a mix of different foods. She thought she would be mad, angry at the waiter but she couldn't help but find the situation hilarious. She burst out laughing, and she was sure the other guests in the restaurant probably thought her insane.
Viktor was steaming mad, considering he was covered in pasta sauce, but it wasn't as bad as Hermione. He had been wearing an expensive new suit he previously bought only a week ago, and it was now forever ruined thanks to that 'stupid' waiter who couldn't seem to walk properly. Not only was their dessert ruined but some of the other guest's supper as well. He started yelling at the waiter with his thick bulgarian accent and starting speaking different languages instead of his english- which he was still getting used too.
Hermione finally stopped laughing and looked at her new dress, she honestly could care less about it, sure she paid for it, but she also knew she was going to where that dress once and then it'd be stuck in her closet for the next five months. She didn't like to dress up and she wasn't into fashion or makeup. She was old fashioned kind of girl and she had stuck to that typical style all her life. Just because she was with Viktor now didn't mean she wanted to change her clothes just to make him happy. She could make her own choices as well.
"Viktor, seriously calm down. You're giving him a fright. It's his first time working here- give him a break."
Viktor just glared at her, and took a napkin from the table and starting wiping his face whereas still angry with how this night turned out. "Well I think we've had enough for one night, we''ll pay and head back home, now!"
"Alright, I just need to use the loo for a moment and then we'll leave."
Hermione took her time trying to calm herself down. This was a night she probably wouldn't forget. She'd been practically humiliated in front of everyone. Viktor was being a right selfish bastard tonight, and it bugged her that he still hadn't told her why. Weren't they supposed to tell each other everything no matter how much it hurt the person? Obviously not in this relationship it wasn't. She needed to recollect herself and stay positive that this marriage would work out for the better.
Author's Notes: I hope you guys aren't disappointed by the chapter. I had no idea how this was going to work, since Hermione would finally be meeting with Harry, Ron and Ginny for over nine years and I hope you liked the chapter. I had envisioned the dinner in my head and had to write it down, thought I don't think it turned out the way I had imagined but then again half the things I write don't turn out the way I wanted them too.
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