Chapter 1:
Draco Malfoy jumped at the door banging. He grabbed his wand, menacingly staring across his apartment. It was unlisted, how the hell did anyone know he was here?
He heard a slump of a body against the door and threw it open, seeing none other than Hermione Granger slumped against it. Of course she would know where he lived.
She looked up at him, fear in her weary eyes. "It's coming".
He looked down at her in shock and seeing that she was bloody well along a pregnancy. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside.
"Where the hell have you been?" he hissed, setting her down on the sofa and waving his wand to double check the wards. Intact. Nobody had seen her for three years after the Battle of Hogwarts.
He looked back at her. She was perched on the edge of the sofa, head down, clutching its arm, breathing hard.
"Wait — you mean your baby's coming?"
She looked up at him in pain, seething through her teeth. "No shit Sherlock" and winced again.
"It's three minutes apart now and..." she sticks her hands down her pants, "ten centimetres. Now's your time to shine Malfoy."
He gaped at her, almost spluttering, "I don't have medical equipment on hand Granger," he runs his hand over his hair, pacing. "Shite this is going to be messy."
"Sorry about what's going to happen to your carpet, Malfoy, but I couldn't exactly go to the hospital." She spat out, eyes scrunched closed as she slowly leaned back into the sofa, sweat beading across her brow.
Yes, she was on the "Britain's Most Wanted" list, and any public appearance, in labor or not, would result in her immediate incarceration.
He kneeled before her, taking her hand in his, "no Granger, I mean it's going to hurt a fuck ton for you. I don't have any potions here."
She shrugged, eyes still closed. "Worth a shot." She squeezed his hand as another contraction seized her.
"Breath in, slowly Granger, and breath out. You're going to get through this."
She doubted she could even stay conscious, the pain near blinding.
She gave a small nod, exhaling, setting Malfoy in motion. He transfigured his armchair into a stool, his coffee table into a crib, and the sofa into a something with stirrups. Towels and a bedsheet for her privacy were Accio'd.
"Okay Granger, strip."
She cracked a weak grin at him, "Thought you'd never ask."
The birth was long and difficult. Although Malfoy had performed whatever pain spells he could, the magic of this birth was too powerful to be subsided.
Hermione had refused to cry out during the contractions, but as soon as she felt the head emerge, she knew that she would've preferred to have suffered through Bellatrix's handiwork ten times over.
"Granger, stay awake, you're so close." Malfoy glanced up at her from the stool in front of her, watching as her sodden face lulled back into the pillows.
A croaked whisper, "I can't, I can't do this." More tears emerge. She had been the smartest and the bravest of the Golden Trio, but this would take her out. It was too much.
He moved one bloody hand to her ankle. "Look Granger, you've lost a lot of blood. I can't do much about that without a blood replenishing potion. The sooner you push this kid out, the sooner I can floo back to my office to get some."
She raised her head weakly and looked at him. He met her gaze firmly. "Unless you want to bleed out on this sofa, goddamnit Granger, you will push."
She clutched the bedsheet that was draped around her midsection and waited for his signal.
"Now."
And she let out a scream that curdled Malfoy's blood.
The baby hadn't cried as he entered the world, nor the few minutes after. Malfoy took him to the station he had set up, and for the moments the child was out of her sight, Hermione felt her hear break over and over.
Then she heard the cry.
"It's a boy."
A quick scourgify and towel wrap later, he was in his mother's arms, and Hermione's tears sprang afresh.
"He's so tiny", she cried, holding him close.
Malfoy delivered the placenta, finished sewing the tears she had suffered, took off his glasses (yes, hardy har, he needed glasses like Saint Potter) and pulled her legs out of the stirrups to lay them gently on the stool he'd transfigured back into a cushioned seat. He felt her shake, a clear sign that she was too weak to do about anything.
"Granger," he sounded deathly serious, "I'm going to my office, do not move." He picked up a glass of something brown and gave it to her. "Finish this, all of it, before I get back. You're in terrible shape."
"Gee thanks."
His heart fluttered, she was going to be alright.
She shakily took the glass, putting it to her lips.
"I won't be long. Don't move." He repeated. And with that, he stepped into the floo.
"Blood-replenishing, pain be-gone, Dreamless Sleep Drought..." Malfoy muttered to himself as he grabbed the vials he kept at his office at St Mungo's. He shoved them into his pockets, grabbing samples of formula his nurse had forgotten to sort through on his way back. Granger had looked like she hadn't eaten in a week, he doubted she could produce milk.
He called out the name of his home, and as he stepped out of the floo, he noticed that Hermione Granger was gone.