A/N: Thanks for all the positive feedback. here is the NEXT chapter!!
I don't own it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST ANOTHER DAY
The Next few months passed in a blur for Hermione and Draco. Hermione had accepted her film offer and was ready for motherhood. Everything was ready for the birth.
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Labor started on May 5th at sun rise. Hermione stayed in bed and Draco frantically called for the midwife.
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Hermione's bedroom was a huge sweeping room overlooking the creek below. The ceilings were a good 14 feet above the giant bed where she lay, in labor. The walls had traditional Turn of the century wall coverings. Hermione was studying a spot on the wall where a fly sat as Draco silently entered the room.
"I called for the mid wife," He said, sounding as Sauvé as ever, "I expect she'll be here shortly." Hermione turned to him as he walked over with a damp cloth for her forehead. "She said you were strong and she didn't seem too concerned." Hermione raised her eyebrow as Draco started to wipe her fore head.
"Stupid bitch. Doesn't she know who I am??" Draco chuckled silently.
"There is nothing I will miss more from this Pregnancy more then your ability to act like Scarlett O'Hara" He chuckled a little as she gave him a cynical look.
Just then there was a knock on the door and a little squat looking women entered saying a million things at the same time.
"OK darling'," she half muttered in her high pitched voice. "When did this start??"
"At Day Brake" Hermione answered annoyed at the women's lateness.
"Al rightly now, lets see, yes, FATHER!!! WHERES THE FATHER??? AH here he is!!!" She pointed at Draco who was hiding in the corner, "YOU! OUT, sit in the hall and twiddle your thumbs for a bit, yes. alright."
Draco silently left. as he was closing the door he could hear the women say. "Let's do this birth!"
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Draco sat in the hall with his ear to the door, listening to the love of his life delivering the child they had created together. It was a thrill to think that in a little bit he would be a father. HIM! Who would have thought it?? Not him, that's for sure.
At noon the birth was still going on, Draco stilled poised at the door. Winkles, the house elf, slowly approached him from behind.
"Sir, your lunch is ready, are you going to eat it sir??" Draco was listening intently, it sounded like Hermione was having a contraction.
"Nah Winkles, I wanna be here when it happens."
"Sir, that may be a little, birthing a baby is tough hard work, poor Hermione will be tired out by the time that child is born." Draco took his attention off the door for a second.
"I know Winkles, but it's worth it.
"What ever Master wants" Winkles trotted off and Draco turned back to the door.
~~~~~~~~~~
By ten O' clock that evening there was still no sound of a child coming out of the room. Winkles had just returned again. Draco was slumped against the door still listening. He had a 5 O clock shadow on his face.
"No word yet sir?" Winkles asked hesitantly from behind him.
"No, but I'm not hungry. I'm sure it won't be soon now. It can't be" Draco said with little hope actually in his voice.
"Do you want Winkles to bring master a pillow so he can properly rest??"
"Sure winkles"
~~~~~~~~~
It wasn't long before Winkles returned with the blanket and a glass of warm milk for Draco. And after that it wasn't long before Draco drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~
Draco was rudely awakened at 4 am by the door he was laying against started moving.
The mid wife had exited. She turned to him with a saddened look on her face. He knew something was wrong.
"I did everything." She couldn't bring herself to look at Draco who looked as though he had been punched in the face.
"Hermione's. she's. not." Draco couldn't even find words his grief was so over whelming. The mid wife started to cry.
"No she's fine. it's just." She handed him a little pouch of blankets she'd been holding and started to sob more. "Hermione doesn't know yet. I thought it best to tell her after she was rested and in sound mind." She started to walk down the hall crying.
Draco looked at the blankets. Inside was a little baby, not breathing, not crying. Dead.
Draco held his dead child to his chest and slumped against the wall in tears.
~~~~~
END!!!
O GOD! It killed me to write that. I'm gonna cry.
A/N: I'm on vacay next week for a week and a half, so don't expect an update for a bit.
XOXO
lilp
I don't own it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST ANOTHER DAY
The Next few months passed in a blur for Hermione and Draco. Hermione had accepted her film offer and was ready for motherhood. Everything was ready for the birth.
~~~~~~~
Labor started on May 5th at sun rise. Hermione stayed in bed and Draco frantically called for the midwife.
~~~~~
Hermione's bedroom was a huge sweeping room overlooking the creek below. The ceilings were a good 14 feet above the giant bed where she lay, in labor. The walls had traditional Turn of the century wall coverings. Hermione was studying a spot on the wall where a fly sat as Draco silently entered the room.
"I called for the mid wife," He said, sounding as Sauvé as ever, "I expect she'll be here shortly." Hermione turned to him as he walked over with a damp cloth for her forehead. "She said you were strong and she didn't seem too concerned." Hermione raised her eyebrow as Draco started to wipe her fore head.
"Stupid bitch. Doesn't she know who I am??" Draco chuckled silently.
"There is nothing I will miss more from this Pregnancy more then your ability to act like Scarlett O'Hara" He chuckled a little as she gave him a cynical look.
Just then there was a knock on the door and a little squat looking women entered saying a million things at the same time.
"OK darling'," she half muttered in her high pitched voice. "When did this start??"
"At Day Brake" Hermione answered annoyed at the women's lateness.
"Al rightly now, lets see, yes, FATHER!!! WHERES THE FATHER??? AH here he is!!!" She pointed at Draco who was hiding in the corner, "YOU! OUT, sit in the hall and twiddle your thumbs for a bit, yes. alright."
Draco silently left. as he was closing the door he could hear the women say. "Let's do this birth!"
~~~~~~~~
Draco sat in the hall with his ear to the door, listening to the love of his life delivering the child they had created together. It was a thrill to think that in a little bit he would be a father. HIM! Who would have thought it?? Not him, that's for sure.
At noon the birth was still going on, Draco stilled poised at the door. Winkles, the house elf, slowly approached him from behind.
"Sir, your lunch is ready, are you going to eat it sir??" Draco was listening intently, it sounded like Hermione was having a contraction.
"Nah Winkles, I wanna be here when it happens."
"Sir, that may be a little, birthing a baby is tough hard work, poor Hermione will be tired out by the time that child is born." Draco took his attention off the door for a second.
"I know Winkles, but it's worth it.
"What ever Master wants" Winkles trotted off and Draco turned back to the door.
~~~~~~~~~~
By ten O' clock that evening there was still no sound of a child coming out of the room. Winkles had just returned again. Draco was slumped against the door still listening. He had a 5 O clock shadow on his face.
"No word yet sir?" Winkles asked hesitantly from behind him.
"No, but I'm not hungry. I'm sure it won't be soon now. It can't be" Draco said with little hope actually in his voice.
"Do you want Winkles to bring master a pillow so he can properly rest??"
"Sure winkles"
~~~~~~~~~
It wasn't long before Winkles returned with the blanket and a glass of warm milk for Draco. And after that it wasn't long before Draco drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~
Draco was rudely awakened at 4 am by the door he was laying against started moving.
The mid wife had exited. She turned to him with a saddened look on her face. He knew something was wrong.
"I did everything." She couldn't bring herself to look at Draco who looked as though he had been punched in the face.
"Hermione's. she's. not." Draco couldn't even find words his grief was so over whelming. The mid wife started to cry.
"No she's fine. it's just." She handed him a little pouch of blankets she'd been holding and started to sob more. "Hermione doesn't know yet. I thought it best to tell her after she was rested and in sound mind." She started to walk down the hall crying.
Draco looked at the blankets. Inside was a little baby, not breathing, not crying. Dead.
Draco held his dead child to his chest and slumped against the wall in tears.
~~~~~
END!!!
O GOD! It killed me to write that. I'm gonna cry.
A/N: I'm on vacay next week for a week and a half, so don't expect an update for a bit.
XOXO
lilp
