Don't Take the Girl
Vanilla Twist
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the recognizable characters. I don't own the song either.
Author's Note: Draco is incredibly out of character in this chapter, but hey, you would be too under the circumstances. Another thank you to my reviewers, I love your feedback! Slytherin-girl TF lover, sweet as candy321, OnELoVeFORyooh, grin, GinnyDragon54, liz, me! and KCLL. You guys are the best! Your reviews made me feel all warm and mushy inside!
'Same old boy, same sweet girl,
Five years down the road.
There's gonna be a little one
And she says its time to go
Doctor says the baby's fine
But you have to leave.
Cause his momma's fading fast.
And Johnny hit his knees.'
Part Three: Spring 2003
Draco Malfoy sat before the fire in his study, deep in thought. The years had gone on and Pansy had gone from an annoying little girl to an okay friend to the woman he was forced into marrying. The thing that disturbed Draco the most in these thoughts was that, unlike in the beginning, he was happy to married to the pug-faced blonde. He might even care for her, if he was capable of caring.
Now she lay asleep in their bedroom, heavily pregnant with his first heir. Pregnancy had been an adventure for sure. Draco groaned to himself remembering the runs to Hogwarts in the middle of the night to get her some of that treacle tart the baby wanted. He remembered how whiny and annoying she had been, standing before the mirror when she had begun to show.
"I'm getting so fat!" she had wailed, turning to him. "How could you stand to look at me?"
"I close my eyes," he had smirked.
Draco learned that night that the bed in the guest room was no where near as comfortable as the one he shared with his wife.
He recalled the way she had worshipped the chamber pot for three months in the beginning. He nearly lost his own breakfast listening to her gagging in there.
Draco sat, staring into the fire wondering how he'd put up with Pansy for so long. It had been four years since the wedding and he'd be willing to say that he might…
"Draco?" a small voice spoke behind him tremulously. "Little Malfoy wants out. NOW!"
He jumped to his feet and crossed to her briskly. She stood clutching her stomach in pain wearing a traveling cloak over her dressing gown and holding a suitcase.
"Please," she winced in pain. "Please hurry."
Draco grabbed her suitcase and pushed her towards the fire anxiously, His face ashen and eyes wild.
"The floo powder Draco!" she yelled into his ear. "Don't just throw us in the fire!"
He reached up and grabbed a handful, tossing it into the flames.
"Saint Mungo's!" he yelled, holding Pansy and her suitcase tightly.
The couple whirled around in the flames in silence other than a few gasps of pain from Pansy every few minutes. What felt like an eternity later they landed in the hearth at Mungo's Maternity Ward.
The hospital was busy and bustling; Draco pulled Pansy's hand and led her to the desk and the nurse behind it.
"How may I help you?" she asked kindly.
"Wife…Baby….NOW…" Draco breathed out nervously.
"Agh!" Pansy grunted, crushing her husband's hand in hers. "Get this baby out of me now? Please!"
Instantly nurses surrounded the couple, tugging Pansy down into a chair.
"Its okay dearie!" One chirped, taking her vitals. "Now when did the contractions start?"
They wheeled Pansy down the halls and Draco followed in shock. He followed them as far as the door before he was stopped.
"Get these on!" a matronly nurse snapped, tossing a sterile hospital robe at him.
He changed quickly and entered the clean room, hearing Pansy's scream.
"Draco!" she cried and he rushed to her side.
Her face was contorted with pain and she was screaming.
"It's okay Mrs. Malfoy," a mediwizard was saying to her. "It's all right. Let's get this baby now? Okay?"
Pansy nodded, her face was covered in sweat and her eyes were terrified. Draco leaned forward and kissed her brow tenderly.
"You're going to have to push for me," the mediwizard was saying. "Ready Pansy? Push!"
Pansy screamed and her face twisted in pain. Pansy pushed and pushed, crying the whole time. Draco's chest heaved painfully.
"Stop!" the mediwizard cried out suddenly. "Pansy, whatever you do, don't push!"
"What's wrong?" Draco found his voice. "What's going on?"
"The baby turned a little, Mr. Malfoy," the doctor grunted absorbed in the task at hand. "Not fully, I just have to turn him back a bit. Hang in there Pansy!"
Pansy was sobbing uncontrollably and her eyes were full of raw pain and fear.
"Okay, ready to push for me again love?" the mediwizard asked.
Pansy nodded and pushed with all she could, squeezing Draco's hand.
"One more!" the wizard said. "One more."
Pansy pushed again there was a loud cry. The nurses rushed to clean up the new baby Malfoy. Draco stared at the nurses as they worked on his baby, their son.
"I love you Draco," Pansy sighed, tears streaming down her face. "Take care of our son." She squeezed his hand weakly and her breathing became even more labored.
"Don't talk like that," Draco answered back harshly. "Don't you dare start Pansy! Damn it I'll hex you. Don't you dare die on me."
The machine they had hooked the new mother began beeping wildly.
The mediwizard rushed over and began checking vitals.
"Pansy!" he said sharply. "Pansy, stay with us!"
The nurses sprung to action and two other mediwizards came running into the room. Draco stood, watching them crowd around his wife in absolute terror.
"Mr. Malfoy?" the matronly nurse said. "Come with me dear."
"No," he murmured, angrily.
"Mr. Malfoy," a mediwitch came over to him. "Your baby is fine, but you have to leave now. We need to take care of your wife."
He left the room in a daze and allowed the nurse to lead him to a waiting area. He sat and waited for anything to happen. He did the only thing he could think to do at the moment; he fell to his knees.
"God?" he whispered unsurely. "It's me, Draco Malfoy. Do you remember me? I know that I'm not the best guy in the world, but I love her."
He sat quietly for a bit as if awaiting an answer.
"Don't let her die," he commanded. "Take me instead! Don't take her."
His eyes clouded over with tears and stared blankly at the wall.
"Take me out of this world, God please," he began to cry, throwing all appearances to Hell. "Don't take the girl."
