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Chapter Ten- In which Narcissa Plots and Kicks the Bucket
Months later, Hermione lay in the hospital screaming in pain. Draco had fainted during the first signs of pain, but he had woken up just in time to hold her hand for the last push. She had been in labor for 24 hours, and now as she cuddled the tiny baby, Prudence, she knew it had all been worth while. Draco was staring down at them in amazement, and Hermione could feel his heart beating so hard that it might burst.
"Prudence meet your daddy."
When she placed the tiny bundle in his arms he felt like he might collapse. He was a father, and this was his baby girl. It wasn't long before the infant quieted in his arms, and he felt himself tense up. //Don't worry Draco, the baby is breathing, I can hear it.// He was so nervous that he had to sit down before his knees gave out.
"Our baby!" he said in amazement. "Prue Malfoy . . . hehe sounds a bit off doesn't it. Still she looks prudent enough. She knows when to give mum a break."
Hermione smiled up at him. He would be a wonderful father, and whatever Prune's Grandfather had done to him, it would be fixed when he raised their child. 'Now I just have to worry about Narcissa, she went to Azkaban today to visit Lucius. That can't possibly be a good sign.'
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What with the baby in the house Narcissa insisted on helping plan the wedding. That too was suspicious, but with all the happiness she was experiencing Hermione could not help putting away her misgivings. If Narcissa wanted to prove no ill will why not? Together they designed and Narcissa began shelling out loads of money.
"My dear girl we cannot give you a pauper's wedding! You are a Malfoy woman now, you will have to act and spend like one."
The week before the wedding Narcissa convinced Hermione to go to a special spa far from the manor. Draco agreed to take care of his baby while she indulged herself for once, and was gladdened that his mother joined her. The wedding plans were making him woozy. He would rather deal with a screaming baby.
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For two days he had no word from either of them, but one night as he slept peacefully he felt the tension being relieved. Hermione was on top of him and he didn't have much time to think before he was blasted into nirvana. They went at it for hours, with her sipping something periodically. //What is that?// he wondered. She glanced down at him nervously before settling herself over him again.
"I just haven't really be in the mood after Prue and well, I found this in one of the books I was readying. It gives me a lot of energy."
Draco watched her finish him off and didn't think to argue. If she needed a pick-up after giving birth, well he wouldn't say anything about it. It had sounded quite stressing, and one thing Hermione did best was fret.
"Just lay back Malfoy and let me take care of you." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco never mentioned that night to Hermione when she came home the day before the wedding. He knew he had not been dreaming, and he knew that Hermione had stopped calling him Malfoy since sixth year, especially when they made love. That night however they had not made love, she had been so intent on getting him to burst inside her, it seemed like her only purpose for the intercourse. He also realized that the night before she had left for the trip they had discussed waiting for their second child. None of it made sense, and it stood to reason that they had both been tricked. As soon as they were married he would buy a manor of their own and he would leave Narcissa behind.
He ran through the lists of potions she could have used and why. Polyjuice Potion was obviously used to disguise a girl who was clearly seeking his sperm. 'But why? Why would someone go through all the trouble to get themselves pregnant with my baby' he wondered. He had spent the whole afternoon brooding in the library before his mother's word began to ring in his ears. 'She will never allow you to continue the Malfoy Legacy.' Narcissa Malfoy had found a way to continue with the Malfoy Legacy whether he liked it or not. 'Pansy . . . Pansy Parkinson. She picked you to carry my child.' The child that would be a deatheater as was family tradition.
"Malfoy you are going to be late to your own wedding if you do not hurry. Hermione might think you deceived her."
He whirled around at his mother's mirth-filled voice. So she knew he had figured it out by now.
"How could you do this to me, to Hermione, to your grandchild! You harlot! The week before my wedding!"
Narcissa smirked as she spread her hands wide.
"But my dear boy I didn't do this. It was you who slept with Pansy! And I am thinking of my grandchild, in fact my grandchildren! Pansy is your true wife, it is she that carries your true heirs and the true heirs to the Malfoy fortune."
Draco pointed the wand at her heart, his anger raging beyond all bounds. She had succeeded in destroying his wedding day, he would not allow her to destroy his family. He hated her, hated the mirth in her evil eyes, hated ever protecting her from his father, but hated her most for trying to destroy every second of happiness he had ever felt.
"I will not let you destroy my family! Avada Kedavara!"
The light from her eyes were gone, snuffed out as it were. It was odd but he felt relieved. He could stop running now, he could live a normal life, and he had done what he needed to for Harry Potter's cause. Harry couldn't destroy all the Malfoy's as he would have like, but it wasn't a problem anymore. Lucius Malfoy was in Azkaban, Narcissa Malfoy could no longer plot to get Lucius out and bring the new Dark Lord to power, and he, Draco Malfoy, was healed by the power of Hermione's love. Everything was perfect, he found his wedding day not ruined at all, he felt blithe.
"Harry Potter, you can truly rest now, it is all over."
Fixing his slightly disheveled hair Draco made sure to close the door of the library before walking out into the gardens. A lifetime of happiness was awaiting him, and he would not keep it or his bride, waiting any longer. //Isn't it a beautiful day Draco?//
"It certainly is Hermione, it certainly is."
//And there will be many more days such as this one, my love.//
Chapter Ten- In which Narcissa Plots and Kicks the Bucket
Months later, Hermione lay in the hospital screaming in pain. Draco had fainted during the first signs of pain, but he had woken up just in time to hold her hand for the last push. She had been in labor for 24 hours, and now as she cuddled the tiny baby, Prudence, she knew it had all been worth while. Draco was staring down at them in amazement, and Hermione could feel his heart beating so hard that it might burst.
"Prudence meet your daddy."
When she placed the tiny bundle in his arms he felt like he might collapse. He was a father, and this was his baby girl. It wasn't long before the infant quieted in his arms, and he felt himself tense up. //Don't worry Draco, the baby is breathing, I can hear it.// He was so nervous that he had to sit down before his knees gave out.
"Our baby!" he said in amazement. "Prue Malfoy . . . hehe sounds a bit off doesn't it. Still she looks prudent enough. She knows when to give mum a break."
Hermione smiled up at him. He would be a wonderful father, and whatever Prune's Grandfather had done to him, it would be fixed when he raised their child. 'Now I just have to worry about Narcissa, she went to Azkaban today to visit Lucius. That can't possibly be a good sign.'
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What with the baby in the house Narcissa insisted on helping plan the wedding. That too was suspicious, but with all the happiness she was experiencing Hermione could not help putting away her misgivings. If Narcissa wanted to prove no ill will why not? Together they designed and Narcissa began shelling out loads of money.
"My dear girl we cannot give you a pauper's wedding! You are a Malfoy woman now, you will have to act and spend like one."
The week before the wedding Narcissa convinced Hermione to go to a special spa far from the manor. Draco agreed to take care of his baby while she indulged herself for once, and was gladdened that his mother joined her. The wedding plans were making him woozy. He would rather deal with a screaming baby.
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For two days he had no word from either of them, but one night as he slept peacefully he felt the tension being relieved. Hermione was on top of him and he didn't have much time to think before he was blasted into nirvana. They went at it for hours, with her sipping something periodically. //What is that?// he wondered. She glanced down at him nervously before settling herself over him again.
"I just haven't really be in the mood after Prue and well, I found this in one of the books I was readying. It gives me a lot of energy."
Draco watched her finish him off and didn't think to argue. If she needed a pick-up after giving birth, well he wouldn't say anything about it. It had sounded quite stressing, and one thing Hermione did best was fret.
"Just lay back Malfoy and let me take care of you." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco never mentioned that night to Hermione when she came home the day before the wedding. He knew he had not been dreaming, and he knew that Hermione had stopped calling him Malfoy since sixth year, especially when they made love. That night however they had not made love, she had been so intent on getting him to burst inside her, it seemed like her only purpose for the intercourse. He also realized that the night before she had left for the trip they had discussed waiting for their second child. None of it made sense, and it stood to reason that they had both been tricked. As soon as they were married he would buy a manor of their own and he would leave Narcissa behind.
He ran through the lists of potions she could have used and why. Polyjuice Potion was obviously used to disguise a girl who was clearly seeking his sperm. 'But why? Why would someone go through all the trouble to get themselves pregnant with my baby' he wondered. He had spent the whole afternoon brooding in the library before his mother's word began to ring in his ears. 'She will never allow you to continue the Malfoy Legacy.' Narcissa Malfoy had found a way to continue with the Malfoy Legacy whether he liked it or not. 'Pansy . . . Pansy Parkinson. She picked you to carry my child.' The child that would be a deatheater as was family tradition.
"Malfoy you are going to be late to your own wedding if you do not hurry. Hermione might think you deceived her."
He whirled around at his mother's mirth-filled voice. So she knew he had figured it out by now.
"How could you do this to me, to Hermione, to your grandchild! You harlot! The week before my wedding!"
Narcissa smirked as she spread her hands wide.
"But my dear boy I didn't do this. It was you who slept with Pansy! And I am thinking of my grandchild, in fact my grandchildren! Pansy is your true wife, it is she that carries your true heirs and the true heirs to the Malfoy fortune."
Draco pointed the wand at her heart, his anger raging beyond all bounds. She had succeeded in destroying his wedding day, he would not allow her to destroy his family. He hated her, hated the mirth in her evil eyes, hated ever protecting her from his father, but hated her most for trying to destroy every second of happiness he had ever felt.
"I will not let you destroy my family! Avada Kedavara!"
The light from her eyes were gone, snuffed out as it were. It was odd but he felt relieved. He could stop running now, he could live a normal life, and he had done what he needed to for Harry Potter's cause. Harry couldn't destroy all the Malfoy's as he would have like, but it wasn't a problem anymore. Lucius Malfoy was in Azkaban, Narcissa Malfoy could no longer plot to get Lucius out and bring the new Dark Lord to power, and he, Draco Malfoy, was healed by the power of Hermione's love. Everything was perfect, he found his wedding day not ruined at all, he felt blithe.
"Harry Potter, you can truly rest now, it is all over."
Fixing his slightly disheveled hair Draco made sure to close the door of the library before walking out into the gardens. A lifetime of happiness was awaiting him, and he would not keep it or his bride, waiting any longer. //Isn't it a beautiful day Draco?//
"It certainly is Hermione, it certainly is."
//And there will be many more days such as this one, my love.//