A/N: I know!! I'm soooo sorry!!! I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Our First (Very Late) Prenatal Visit and Ron Freaks Out
"You're-but-how? - Baby-? Harry-? -You?" Ron said incoherently as he stared at me then at Harry and then back to me.
"Right," I drawled.
"Hermione? You all right?" Harry asked gently. Hermione was smiling and. close to tears.
"Oh Harry, Draco," she sniffed. Then she did the oddest thing, she hugged me. "You're going to be daddies."
"Yeah, I-I guess we are," Harry said as she hugged him.
"Ah. I really hate to interrupt this but Harry, we do have an appointment." I really did hate to interrupt that, it was so sweet and it was the first real warmth that she had really shown me.
"Oh yeah," Harry said as Hermione let go of him and put her arms around Ron's neck, who was still babbling.
"Draco? -baby-Draco-Harry-baby-possible?" He babbled.
"Oh Ron, isn't it wonderful?" She asked as she hugged her boyfriend.
"We'll talk to you guys later," Harry called to them.
"Bye!" Hermione called happily.
"That was different," I trailed off as we made our way to the hospital wing.
"Yeah, but it's a relief," Harry replied. He let out a relieved breath. "I thought, at the very least, Ron would freak out and Hermione would ask for reading material."
I laughed. "That's what I thought. Did you see the look on Ron's face? It was priceless!"
"Yeah," Harry laughed.
* * *
We walked into the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey nowhere in sight. I took a seat on the nearest bed and folded my legs to the best of my ability. Once I had grown tired of trying to keep that position, I laid back. My stomach was noticeable lying down.
"Harry!" I exclaimed. He whipped around from the window he was looking out of.
"What's wrong?" He asked alarmed. I giggled.
"Nothing's wrong. Just look," I smoothed my shirt down over my stomach. Harry smiled.
"I can still hardly believe it, even with you showing," he said happily. That's when Madam Pomfrey came in.
"Hello boys!" She said cheerfully as she began to move about the infirmary, setting things down and tidying a bed to my left. I made to get up. "Oh no, dear! Don't get up. Where you are is just fine."
"I'm okay with that," I said as I fell back to the bed.
"Did you have a good holiday?" She asked casually as she fluffed the pillows of the bed she had just tidied.
"Yes, we did thanks," Harry said kindly.
"Good, because while you two were having fun I was taking an intensive course on how to monitor a pregnancy with magic! Never in all my years here have we had a pregnancy in Hogwarts!" She snapped straightening up.
"Surely, you must have had some!" I countered.
"None. We had a couple leave pregnant but not a single girl ever had her baby while still attending Hogwarts!" She said shrilly.
"Number 1, I'm not a girl. Number 2, there's a first time for everything. I'm a trail blazer for teenage pregnancy at Hogwarts," I smiled sweetly.
"That's not funny. Do not even joke about that!" she said flustered.
"Okay, okay, I won't," I replied with a smirk to the ceiling.
"Anyway, let's get this started then, shall we?" She said as she went into her office.
I glanced at Harry, who had since then sat down on the end of the bed, he caught my glance and smiled.
Madam Pomfrey returned with something that looked like something a mad scientist's bubbling, portable lab on a cart.
"What is that?" I asked sitting up.
"It's." She trailed off looking at the cart. "Umm. Actually, it really doesn't have a name."
"Okay, what does it do?" I asked slowly as I looked at the bubbling beakers of odd coloured liquid.
"Well, it will test a variety of things in your blood, including magic," she replied.
"And why do we need to do that?" I asked.
"To make sure you don't need supplements and that the baby's okay," she replied as she put another pillow behind me and fluffed it. "Lay back, dear." She started stirring some of the beakers and flasks. "Honestly, if you'd have told me that the two of you would be parents together, I'd have called you deranged."
Harry laughed. "Yes, fate does have a fucked up sense of humour, doesn't it?" That hurt.
"That it does, Mr. Potter. That it does," she smiled. I glared at the both of them.
"What?" Harry asked obviously not knowing what he did.
"Bite me," I snapped. Madam Pomfrey left again. Harry leaned over and took my hand but I pulled it from his grip. "Don't touch me."
"Draco, what's wrong? What did I do?" He asked concerned.
"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you." I replied simply with my chin raised in an arrogantly.
"Okay, Draco, roll up your sleeve and give me your arm," Madam Pomfrey said as she came back into the room. She was carrying a needle.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, eyeing the needle.
"I need to take some blood," she replied.
"What?" I nearly shrieked that.
I'm terrified of needles and it's really the only thing I'm afraid of. When I was about 5 years old, I was so terrified I nearly knocked the Mediwizard into oblivion with the magic that was scared out of me. Poor man retired naught three days later.
"I need to take some blood," she repeated.
"Why? I mean isn't there a magical way to take blood which doesn't involve stabbing me with a sharp metal thing?" I asked panicked.
"No, I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but there are some things that are better done the muggle way," she replied as she rubbed a cotton ball dipped in alcohol on my arm.
I held out my other arm to Harry and pleaded with my eyes for him to forget my previous remark about not touching me and come and hug me. He did. He sat beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I put my head in the crook of his neck.
"Okay, one, two, three." And when she said three, she shoved the needle into my arm.
I gasped sharply and scrunched my eyes shut. A few tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes and fell onto Harry's shirt. He tightened his grip on my waist in a comforting way.
"Almost done, Draco," Madam Pomfrey cooed comfortingly and about two minutes later I felt the needle slide out of my skin.
* * *
"Okay, everything's fine with the baby," Madam Pomfrey said as she wrote it down on a clipboard.
"That's great." I said from where I was resting on the bed.
"Are you sure everything's fine?" Harry asked seriously.
"How could she not be sure, Harry? She took enough blood from me for a vampire to live off of for a month!" I replied a little bitterly, but at least my baby was fine.
"Well, it's necessary and you lived didn't you?"
"I suppose." I sat up. "When do I get an. an. umm. ulter-."
"An ultrasound," Harry finished for me.
"Yes, one of those," I yawned confirming what he said.
"Well, you should get one soon. We could have done it tonight but you're tired and I don't think you should over exert yourself, besides there's a few things I'd like to go over with you then, okay? I'll get the screen from St. Mungo's for you sometime next week. I'll let you know."
"Okay," I said getting up. "See you then."
"Bye," she said as I grabbed Harry's hand and left the wing.
* * *
I spotted them before Harry did. They both were sitting in front of our door. Hermione looked terribly worried as we came closer. I did not like the way Ron was keeping his hands folded together. His knuckles were white and his hands were shaking.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Harry said cautiously. Ron was practically emanating rage. He was about to open his mouth when Hermione slapped a hand over it.
"You better go inside and sit down before he starts," she said hurriedly.
Harry nodded seriously. "Solaris Lunaris." We went inside. I sat down in one of our overstuffed armchairs and Harry sat beside me on the arm.
Hermione brought Ron in cautiously. She was careful to keep her hand over his mouth as she sat him down in a chair. She was whispering for him to keep calm. She sat down beside him, still with her hand over his mouth. Slowly, she took her hand off his mouth and he exploded.
"What the HELL were you thinking! Okay, I can deal with you liking him. I can even deal with you thinking you love him. but this. This is too much! And it's all for a. sodding. Malfoy!"
Oh, I was pissed. "How dare-!"
"You stay out of this! You've caused enough damage. Tell me Malfoy, are you happy now? You've got what you wanted. Not only have you made the previous years of his life hell, you've also managed to screw up the rest of his life as well!"
"Oh, so you're blaming this entirely on me are you?" I said dangerously. "I didn't make Harry sleep with me. I didn't make him shove his-"
"Shut up! I do not need to know what the process entails, you harlot!" He shouted. My lip trembled. I couldn't believe he had called me a Harlot. I spiralled from severely pissed to crying in a matter of second (that seemed to be my thing during that particular pregnancy).
I shut my mouth and looked down at my hands, as tears gathered in my eyes. I stood up as my tears fell onto my hands and walked to mine and Harry's bedroom. The other three were dead silent as I made my retreat.
The door shut behind me with a soft click. I walked slowly to the bed and crawled onto it. I hugged a pillow to my chest and cried.
As I did so, my mind began to fill with doubts and dread. Maybe he didn't really love me. Maybe. Maybe he just asked me to marry him because of the legendary Gryffindor honour. What if he just pitied me.? Had I really ruined his life.?
~*~
Disclaimer: You know who I own, you know who Rowling owns. You also know that I am making no money whatsoever from this story. Why on earth would you want to sue for nothing more than a pen? A/N: Hello Everyone!! I'm so so so so so sorry that this took soo long! It would have taken even longer had Dani not come to the rescue! A big thanks to her! She wrote what Ron said in his freak out for me! : ) Thanks soooo much Dani, luv you! : ) Also, thanks to SBBO for giving me the idea about Madam Pomfrey taking the course over the break. Luv ya too girl! Umm. Sorry for the cliffie. I'll try to be quicker with my next update! WOOHOO!! 311 reviews for my tiny unworthy story! Thank you everyone!! I'm glad you're all enjoying this!! : )! Niawen Kowannen! Luv Gia.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Our First (Very Late) Prenatal Visit and Ron Freaks Out
"You're-but-how? - Baby-? Harry-? -You?" Ron said incoherently as he stared at me then at Harry and then back to me.
"Right," I drawled.
"Hermione? You all right?" Harry asked gently. Hermione was smiling and. close to tears.
"Oh Harry, Draco," she sniffed. Then she did the oddest thing, she hugged me. "You're going to be daddies."
"Yeah, I-I guess we are," Harry said as she hugged him.
"Ah. I really hate to interrupt this but Harry, we do have an appointment." I really did hate to interrupt that, it was so sweet and it was the first real warmth that she had really shown me.
"Oh yeah," Harry said as Hermione let go of him and put her arms around Ron's neck, who was still babbling.
"Draco? -baby-Draco-Harry-baby-possible?" He babbled.
"Oh Ron, isn't it wonderful?" She asked as she hugged her boyfriend.
"We'll talk to you guys later," Harry called to them.
"Bye!" Hermione called happily.
"That was different," I trailed off as we made our way to the hospital wing.
"Yeah, but it's a relief," Harry replied. He let out a relieved breath. "I thought, at the very least, Ron would freak out and Hermione would ask for reading material."
I laughed. "That's what I thought. Did you see the look on Ron's face? It was priceless!"
"Yeah," Harry laughed.
* * *
We walked into the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey nowhere in sight. I took a seat on the nearest bed and folded my legs to the best of my ability. Once I had grown tired of trying to keep that position, I laid back. My stomach was noticeable lying down.
"Harry!" I exclaimed. He whipped around from the window he was looking out of.
"What's wrong?" He asked alarmed. I giggled.
"Nothing's wrong. Just look," I smoothed my shirt down over my stomach. Harry smiled.
"I can still hardly believe it, even with you showing," he said happily. That's when Madam Pomfrey came in.
"Hello boys!" She said cheerfully as she began to move about the infirmary, setting things down and tidying a bed to my left. I made to get up. "Oh no, dear! Don't get up. Where you are is just fine."
"I'm okay with that," I said as I fell back to the bed.
"Did you have a good holiday?" She asked casually as she fluffed the pillows of the bed she had just tidied.
"Yes, we did thanks," Harry said kindly.
"Good, because while you two were having fun I was taking an intensive course on how to monitor a pregnancy with magic! Never in all my years here have we had a pregnancy in Hogwarts!" She snapped straightening up.
"Surely, you must have had some!" I countered.
"None. We had a couple leave pregnant but not a single girl ever had her baby while still attending Hogwarts!" She said shrilly.
"Number 1, I'm not a girl. Number 2, there's a first time for everything. I'm a trail blazer for teenage pregnancy at Hogwarts," I smiled sweetly.
"That's not funny. Do not even joke about that!" she said flustered.
"Okay, okay, I won't," I replied with a smirk to the ceiling.
"Anyway, let's get this started then, shall we?" She said as she went into her office.
I glanced at Harry, who had since then sat down on the end of the bed, he caught my glance and smiled.
Madam Pomfrey returned with something that looked like something a mad scientist's bubbling, portable lab on a cart.
"What is that?" I asked sitting up.
"It's." She trailed off looking at the cart. "Umm. Actually, it really doesn't have a name."
"Okay, what does it do?" I asked slowly as I looked at the bubbling beakers of odd coloured liquid.
"Well, it will test a variety of things in your blood, including magic," she replied.
"And why do we need to do that?" I asked.
"To make sure you don't need supplements and that the baby's okay," she replied as she put another pillow behind me and fluffed it. "Lay back, dear." She started stirring some of the beakers and flasks. "Honestly, if you'd have told me that the two of you would be parents together, I'd have called you deranged."
Harry laughed. "Yes, fate does have a fucked up sense of humour, doesn't it?" That hurt.
"That it does, Mr. Potter. That it does," she smiled. I glared at the both of them.
"What?" Harry asked obviously not knowing what he did.
"Bite me," I snapped. Madam Pomfrey left again. Harry leaned over and took my hand but I pulled it from his grip. "Don't touch me."
"Draco, what's wrong? What did I do?" He asked concerned.
"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you." I replied simply with my chin raised in an arrogantly.
"Okay, Draco, roll up your sleeve and give me your arm," Madam Pomfrey said as she came back into the room. She was carrying a needle.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, eyeing the needle.
"I need to take some blood," she replied.
"What?" I nearly shrieked that.
I'm terrified of needles and it's really the only thing I'm afraid of. When I was about 5 years old, I was so terrified I nearly knocked the Mediwizard into oblivion with the magic that was scared out of me. Poor man retired naught three days later.
"I need to take some blood," she repeated.
"Why? I mean isn't there a magical way to take blood which doesn't involve stabbing me with a sharp metal thing?" I asked panicked.
"No, I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but there are some things that are better done the muggle way," she replied as she rubbed a cotton ball dipped in alcohol on my arm.
I held out my other arm to Harry and pleaded with my eyes for him to forget my previous remark about not touching me and come and hug me. He did. He sat beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I put my head in the crook of his neck.
"Okay, one, two, three." And when she said three, she shoved the needle into my arm.
I gasped sharply and scrunched my eyes shut. A few tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes and fell onto Harry's shirt. He tightened his grip on my waist in a comforting way.
"Almost done, Draco," Madam Pomfrey cooed comfortingly and about two minutes later I felt the needle slide out of my skin.
* * *
"Okay, everything's fine with the baby," Madam Pomfrey said as she wrote it down on a clipboard.
"That's great." I said from where I was resting on the bed.
"Are you sure everything's fine?" Harry asked seriously.
"How could she not be sure, Harry? She took enough blood from me for a vampire to live off of for a month!" I replied a little bitterly, but at least my baby was fine.
"Well, it's necessary and you lived didn't you?"
"I suppose." I sat up. "When do I get an. an. umm. ulter-."
"An ultrasound," Harry finished for me.
"Yes, one of those," I yawned confirming what he said.
"Well, you should get one soon. We could have done it tonight but you're tired and I don't think you should over exert yourself, besides there's a few things I'd like to go over with you then, okay? I'll get the screen from St. Mungo's for you sometime next week. I'll let you know."
"Okay," I said getting up. "See you then."
"Bye," she said as I grabbed Harry's hand and left the wing.
* * *
I spotted them before Harry did. They both were sitting in front of our door. Hermione looked terribly worried as we came closer. I did not like the way Ron was keeping his hands folded together. His knuckles were white and his hands were shaking.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Harry said cautiously. Ron was practically emanating rage. He was about to open his mouth when Hermione slapped a hand over it.
"You better go inside and sit down before he starts," she said hurriedly.
Harry nodded seriously. "Solaris Lunaris." We went inside. I sat down in one of our overstuffed armchairs and Harry sat beside me on the arm.
Hermione brought Ron in cautiously. She was careful to keep her hand over his mouth as she sat him down in a chair. She was whispering for him to keep calm. She sat down beside him, still with her hand over his mouth. Slowly, she took her hand off his mouth and he exploded.
"What the HELL were you thinking! Okay, I can deal with you liking him. I can even deal with you thinking you love him. but this. This is too much! And it's all for a. sodding. Malfoy!"
Oh, I was pissed. "How dare-!"
"You stay out of this! You've caused enough damage. Tell me Malfoy, are you happy now? You've got what you wanted. Not only have you made the previous years of his life hell, you've also managed to screw up the rest of his life as well!"
"Oh, so you're blaming this entirely on me are you?" I said dangerously. "I didn't make Harry sleep with me. I didn't make him shove his-"
"Shut up! I do not need to know what the process entails, you harlot!" He shouted. My lip trembled. I couldn't believe he had called me a Harlot. I spiralled from severely pissed to crying in a matter of second (that seemed to be my thing during that particular pregnancy).
I shut my mouth and looked down at my hands, as tears gathered in my eyes. I stood up as my tears fell onto my hands and walked to mine and Harry's bedroom. The other three were dead silent as I made my retreat.
The door shut behind me with a soft click. I walked slowly to the bed and crawled onto it. I hugged a pillow to my chest and cried.
As I did so, my mind began to fill with doubts and dread. Maybe he didn't really love me. Maybe. Maybe he just asked me to marry him because of the legendary Gryffindor honour. What if he just pitied me.? Had I really ruined his life.?
~*~
Disclaimer: You know who I own, you know who Rowling owns. You also know that I am making no money whatsoever from this story. Why on earth would you want to sue for nothing more than a pen? A/N: Hello Everyone!! I'm so so so so so sorry that this took soo long! It would have taken even longer had Dani not come to the rescue! A big thanks to her! She wrote what Ron said in his freak out for me! : ) Thanks soooo much Dani, luv you! : ) Also, thanks to SBBO for giving me the idea about Madam Pomfrey taking the course over the break. Luv ya too girl! Umm. Sorry for the cliffie. I'll try to be quicker with my next update! WOOHOO!! 311 reviews for my tiny unworthy story! Thank you everyone!! I'm glad you're all enjoying this!! : )! Niawen Kowannen! Luv Gia.