Comas, Babies, and Everything in Between
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter whatsoever.
Chapter 1: It's Here!
"Push, Hermione, push! You can do it! Just a bit more, now…There!" a man cried, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
She pushed one last time and the baby came out. "Draco," she said softly. "He's beautiful." And fell back with a slump.
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For a moment, Draco gazed at Hermione and the baby. Then, a "Mr. Malfoy?" from one of the nurses and he was sitting in a cramped wooden chair perhaps made for a child.
"Mr. Malfoy," (those words again) a female Healer said. "Your fiancée, Miss Granger, has fallen into a coma. She is in a critical condition, and cannot be seen just yet.
"What! But, our wedding was set for next Saturday!" Draco exclaimed. "Oh, this cannot be happening, not now!"
The Healer silenced him with her hand. "Mr. Malfoy, there is nothing we can do to wake her up. We cannot change the past! What's happened has happened. Now, Mr. Malfoy, if you please, a nurse is waiting outside with your son. He still needs to be named." She paused. "What shall it be?"
Draco's answer was automatic. "Draco Demetrius Malfoy, Jr."
The Healer nodded and wrote something down on an official looking document. "Good. Very well, then, there you go."
Draco left the room, glad to be out of the chair, and received his son from the nurse waiting outside.
As he was leaving St. Mungo's, he noticed a door that was slightly open. Holding Draco Jr., he pushed on the door. A small table, a chair, and private bathroom were all in the room, and on the bed was…Hermione.
Draco pulled the chair next to the bed, sat on it with Draco Jr. on his lap, and cried.