Yeah all the things that you are
Beautifully broken,
Luna's eyes flew open. She scrambles out of bed, running for the door. She nearly trips over her discarded dressing gown in the hazy candlelight. The thud her feet make wakes Draco, who calls her name. Luna ignores him, tripping down the hall into the bathroom. She makes it to the toilet, thankfully, in time. She grips the cool porcelain and vomits.
Draco is by her side, holding her hair away from her face. He rubs her back in small circles, trying to calm her as her small body shakes. "Breathe, Luna," he reminds her.
She's forgotten how to breathe. All she can think about is how sick she feels. She feels as though her entire organs are going to come out of her throat with every heave she gives. She moans, feeling as though the worst of it is over. She collapses back against the wall, letting her head hit against the plaster.
"Are you okay?" Draco asks, crouching next to her and smoothing her hair away from her face.
Luna shakes her head. "What's wrong with me?" She implores.
"I don't know," Draco admits. "I could do the spells they taught me to find out."
"Please do," Luna insists. The sooner she knows why she feels so wretched, the sooner she can get about fixing it. She's not used to feeling this ill, this devoid of energy.
Draco reaches for his wand, muttering incantations he'd learned. With every spell uttered, he would pause, and wait. Luna never saw what he was waiting for, but he would sigh with disappointment and try again. She watches as, in the glow from the overhead bathroom lights, he pales.
"Draco?" She pursues weakly, "what is it?"
"I think I know what's happened," he says softly, and casts a final spell to be sure. Her quick eyes catch it as he pales even further, his fair skin becoming whiter than the sheets they had been lying on.
"What?"
"Luna," Draco's eyes are wide and she's beginning to feel scared. Is something seriously wrong with her? Why couldn't he just come out and say it? "I think you're –"
"Am I dying?" Luna blurts, unable to hold back after his constant hesitations.
"No, no," Draco is quick to assure her. "I think you're pregnant."
Luna slides to the floor, curling into Draco's lap. They had been careful – so careful. Both of them knew they weren't ready for a baby yet. They were still just children themselves, they didn't know how to be parents. She didn't know how it had happened, how they had ended up here, in their bathroom with a baby on the way. She touches her stomach – still flat, still unnoticeable – and wonders how she didn't know she had a child in there.
"What do we do?" Draco whispers.
"We love them," Luna replies. "What else could we possibly do, Draco?"
His cool fingers touch her temples. "Nothing, of course. We'll go to St. Mungo's in the morning, get them to perform a more extensive test. I just want to be one hundred percent sure."
Luna nods in consent. She keeps her arms wrapped around herself as Draco carries her back to bed. A baby. There was a life inside of her; a tiny life that already depended on her and loved her. She wonders who the baby will be, and who it will look like. She wonders how they existed without her realizing they were here.
Draco rests her on the mattress.
"I'm scared," she says suddenly, her words seeming huge in the semi-darkness of the room.
"It's all right to be scared," he comforts. "But you're right – all we can do is love this baby. And we will love them, Luna, prepared for them or not."
She takes comfort from his words. He's right. It doesn't matter if she's scared. Everyone – planned baby or not – is probably scared when they think or know they're going to be parents. She takes a deep breath, snuggling into Draco.
It will all be all right.
Alive in my heart
And know
That you are everything
"Hmm." An elderly Healer snaps her fingers, strong hand pressing into Luna's abdomen. It's still flat, still looking as though there is no baby, like last night was all a dream.
"What do you think?" Luna asks anxiously.
"I think you should drink this," she puts a glass in Luna's hand, "and you stay still for fifteen minutes. And then I will come back and tell you if you're going to have a baby or not."
Luna nods, dutifully slurping the liquid the nurse handed her. She kicks off her shoes and settles back against the pillows, trying to make herself comfortable. The salve the nurse had put on her began to itch a little and she resists the urge to scratch at it. She relaxes, closing her eyes. Draco's standing by the window and she can hear the squeak of his shoes as he struggles not to fidget.
"How can you look so calm?" He asks.
Luna smiles. "What will be will be. It's something my mother used to say. I think there's no use in being worried over something that I can't change. I'm scared at the unknown; what will be if this baby is real, but I'm ready to accept it."
Draco comes to sit next to her. She feels the tremor of nerves in his fingers. She squeezes his hand, trying to project calmness over him.
"Would a baby be so bad?"
"It's not that a baby would be bad, Luna. We're just so very young."
"All the better to understand a young person, I should think," Luna counters.
Draco smiles. "Yes, I suppose you could see it that way."
The Healer bustles back in. She wipes the salve off of Luna's skin and casts a spell. She studies the results – Draco craning over the woman's shoulder to see if he can also read them. Luna watches their faces and patiently waits.
"Pregnant," the Healer pronounces. "About seven weeks, I should think."
Luna grins. Draco looks faint.
"Congratulations," the Healer adds. "I'll schedule your future appointments now, if you wish, Luna."
She nods and soon she's got the next nine months of appointments waiting for her – her and the baby. The Healer exits and Luna stands up. Draco hasn't moved since the announcement.
"How are you feeling?" Luna asks, kissing his cheek.
"Overwhelmed," Draco admits with an eyebrow raise.
"You'll get used to it," Luna says but she's not entirely sure this is true. She's feeling overwhelmed as well, and she thinks that it might just get worse as their baby's due date approaches in late November.
"I should hope so." He sits her down on his knee. "How are you feeling?"
"Excited," she picks the most prominent emotion. "Undeniably excited!" She jumps up, hauling Draco to his feet.
"Where are we going?" He asks as she skips out of St. Mungo's.
"To Daddy's," Luna explains with a grin. "I know that you're supposed to wait until you're in the 'safe zone' to tell people but I want to tell our parents." She squeezes him, and he cannot deny her.
He apparates to Xenophilius'. The fuzzy haired man is outside of his home, butterfly net in hand as he swings wildly for the treetops. Draco watches him and hopes Luna doesn't ask what he's doing.
"Daddy!" Luna calls, bouncing toward him.
"Luna, darling! What a lovely surprise!" Xenophilius embraces her and she clings back. "How are you?"
"Doing great," Luna exclaims, leaning back onto the heels of her feet.
Xenophilius cocks his head to the side, studying his only child. "Luna," he says slowly, almost in a warning tone.
"Yes?" She answers, twining a strand of hair around her index finger.
Xenophilius also looks to his son-in-law, whose hand is on Luna's waist. They look fine as a couple (not that he was worried they were unhappy in their marriage; it was one of the best matches he'd ever seen), but there was something off with the boy as well.
"Is there something you need to tell me?" He finishes.
"Well," Luna says, large eyes focusing on the clouds above them before coming back down to look at her father. "I was at St. Mungo's this morning."
"Why?"
"The Healer says I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant!" Xenophilius repeats with a cry. "Oh! A grandbaby!"
He grabs both Draco and Luna into a hug, struggling to get his arms around the both of them at once. "Congratulations!"
"Thank you, Daddy!" Luna says, kissing his cheek.
"Thanks," Draco returns, still dazed from the news about Luna's new condition.
"When will we meet this baby?"
"Healer said late November," Luna answers. "She says that she'll be able to give us a more exact date as I progress."
"I'm extremely excited for you both!" Xenophilius crows. "Have you spoken to Lucius and Narcissa yet?"
Draco shakes his head. "We were going after visiting with you."
"Well then, by all means, go!" Xenophilius gives a shooing motion with his hand. "Get right to that!"
"Love you, Daddy!"
"Love you too! Shall we plan on all of us having dinner together later in the week?" Xenophilius references Lucius and Narcissa.
"Yes!" Luna laughs. "That would be wonderful!"
Her laugh continues to echo though they had apparated away.
Let your heart sing and tonight
"Draco, Luna," Narcissa greets warmly, hugging her son and then her daughter-in-law. "We weren't expecting you."
"We were in their neighborhood. Is Father home?"
"Yes, he's in his study." Narcissa nods. "Why don't you two go to the kitchen and help yourselves to tea while I go get him?"
"Tea sounds lovely," Luna agrees quickly. She allows Draco to lead her to the kitchens since she still does not know her way around the large, and rather intimidating, Malfoy Manor as well as she would like.
A friendly house elf has tea waiting for them when they step into the kitchens.
"Thank you!" Luna beams and even Draco manages a smile for the family servant.
They take seats in the sitting room just off the kitchen. It's cozy and intimate, perfect for the upcoming conversation. Draco leans his arms around her shoulders, anchoring her to him as they both sip at their steaming drinks.
Lucius and Narcissa enter with their own drinks, taking a seat on the couch opposite the younger couple. Lucius places a hand on Narcissa's knee and she covers his hand with her own, her fingers falling into the spaces between his.
"So how are things?" Narcissa begins, breaking the silence.
"Things are good," Draco answers, meeting his father's eyes. Lucius stares back into the eyes that echo his own.
"Hmm. If I may," the older man says, "the two of you don't usually indulge in random social calls."
Luna did, just not to Lucius. She was prone to showing up at the doors of friends without noticing, flouncing in with laughter.
"Not that we dislike seeing you," Narcissa adds, Lucius' words feeling almost harsh.
"He's right," Luna sighs. "We did come for a reason."
"What reason would that be?" Lucius asks, eyebrows coming together.
"We went to a Healer this morning," Draco begins. "Luna is pregnant."
"Goodness!" Narcissa breaths, hand coming up to cover her mouth. "Oh, honey!"
Lucius eyes seemed to warm.
"It'll be born in November," Luna reveals, anticipating their next question.
"This is . . . unexpected." Lucius smirks. "I'm incredibly happy for you both."
Narcissa swats his upper arm. "We're happy for you and for us. Our first grandchild, Lucius!"
She stands, Draco and Luna echoing her stance. She hugs them both, before passing them into the arms of Lucius. Luna hugs her father-in-law enthusiastically, even though he's stiff, even when embracing his own son.
"Update us every time you know something new!" Narcissa urges as she bids them goodbye.
"Of course we will!" Luna assures her. "And Daddy says we'll have dinner soon!"
"I can't wait!" Narcissa grins.
Luna waves goodbye, sharing her sentiments.
I don't own anything recognizable. Thanks to my beta: Noble6. The song is All That You Are by Goo Goo Dolls.
~TLL~