Chapter 37

Draco lay in the hospital bed his arms folding a thunderous look on his face. His mother had recently left the private room, (he had been given a private room due trying to stop infection getting into her stab wound). She had given him the bad news that his fiancé Harry and herself had gotten into a rather bad fight and he had thrown her out without him there to calm the tensions.

He huffed why did he feel like the only adult in all of this! Harry had not turned up to explain what was going on or why he even considering a throwing a woman out of the house they were willing to give her. This wasn't usually Harry normal action something must have happened.

The healer came bustling into the room carrying his chart. She was shocked to see him sitting up in bed. The healer greeted him,
"Good afternoon Mr Malfoy, How are you feeling?"
Draco ignored the greeting and asked,
"Can I have my discharge papers? I have things I need to do, two days here is more than enough."
The haler turned around to face Draco fully and all cheeriness out of her voice and replied,
"You are going nowhere Mr Malfoy by the look of these results."
This news didn't make Draco feel any better. He needed to get to Harry and find out for himself what had happened while he had been away.
Draco jumped out of bed and answered,
"I am perfectly ok, Me and the child just need time to recover and I'll come back soon as the need to deliver the baby."

The healer looked at him as he legs started to wobble and had had to sot down the chair next to the bed immediately. The healer told him,
"You are not well enough to go yet, You need time to heal. You have lost weight since becoming pregnant."
Draco answered,
"I don't try and lose weight, I just struggle to eat at some meals."
Healer sighed and replied,
"The only food your child had access to is the food you are eating, If you are skipping meals it means your child does not have access to food they need regular to develop. Are you still smoking?"
Draco snapped,
"That none of your business."
The healer retorted,
"It is while you are pregnant. I know you have been told in the very few anti natal classes you have bothered to attend that smoking can cause you to go into labour early, bleeding and the placenta could break away from the foetus. The baby can develop breathing issues such as asthma and cause the child to be small and underweight."

Draco sighed he knew all of this but with so much going on lately trying to find time to use the toilet was difficult with all the drama that was happening for him and Harry, plus trying to study for a potions master degree.
The healer carriage on,
"If you do not start looking after yourself better you will be staying in hospital for the remainder of your pregnancy and a chance you may lose access to your child."
Draco grey eyes opened as wide as dinner plates with shook as he exploded,
"You are unable to do such a thing, I am not seen as any harm to my child!"
The healer slammed the notes down onto the table and put her hands on her hips. Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes. This witch thought she was Mrs Weasley and Hermione Weasley rolled into one. He already had two of them to deal with this healer could do one.
"not feeding you child is neglect. Refusing to eat and keeping your child from access of food they need can also be classed as neglect!"
Draco shot back,
"My baby will be perfectly happy and healthy when she is born. You better change you tone, or I'll be reporting you before I leave."
The healer picked up her notes again and answered,
"I'll happily get someone to send you a report file up. Everything I have said will be backed up by the law and medical fact, you need to think about your child health instead of yourself."

She walked out of the room without a backwards glance. Draco jumped back into the bed and moaned in frustration. He liked nothing better then to have grabbed that bitch's hair and pulled with all his strength but he been taught to be better than that. This healer clearly either had a problem with ex death eaters or the Malfoy family. His father had pissed a lot pf families off over the years. There would be no way he allowed anyone to take this baby away from him.

Harry sat alone at the kitchen table bottle of whiskey in his hand as tears rolled down his face. He had really fucked it up today. He had cut off contact with Ginny something he should have done a while ago. He had kicked Draco's mother out of the house they were going to give her until Teddy was of age, giving her plenty years to get back on her feet.

Harry had gone straight to the flat Draco had in Birmingham to get no answer and no one inside. Narcissa and her bags were nowhere to be seen. He had returned home to ask kreacher about her where abouts. He didn't know Harry became angry and shouted for him to get out of his sight.

Harry sat the kitchen table and summoned a bottle of whiskey. He opened the bottle and put a small amount into a small glass and brought it level with his lips as his hand started to shake. The smell of the whiskey hit his nostrils. He had ruined everything he lost Narcissa and Draco was going to kill him or possibly leave him and not even Ginny would take him back.

He let the liquid slip down his throat and the warm feeling slip down his throat and then another and another. Soon half the bottle of disappears as he began to cry. He had broken Draco's biggest rule that he never touch alcohol again.

The fire burnt green and Hermione appeared on the hearth. She looked around to find Harry wipes his years away. She approached him and crouched next to him.
She asked gently,
"Harry, what's happened?"
Harry shook he felt like he would have a panic attack. Hermione comforted him with her words as she hugged him.

Harry slowly calmed down as he explained how he got to sitting at the table crying and slurring his words with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. Hermione gasped at the fight between himself and Narcissa and his and Ginny fight. He stood outside Draco's ward for 15 minutes he couldn't go in. he couldn't handle how angry Draco would be.

Hermione sighed and replied,
"Harry, I thought we got past the point that drink doesn't help your problems."
Harry sniffed and answered,
"I know it doesn't I just need something to numb for today."
Hermione asked,
"Please give me the bottle Harry, you had enough to put a sailor to sleep."
Harry sighed and gave Hermione the bottle who quietly made her way over to the sink and tipped the rest of the contents down the sink. Harry wept into his hand and mumbled over and over again,
"What am I going to do?"
Hermione was by his side again answered,
"You going to go to bed and sleep it off. Draco doesn't need to see you this state, Narcissa would have sent word by now. You need sleep this off then shower. Tomorrow you need to apologise to Draco, I will send him a letter saying you feel too unwell today and will see him tomorrow without fail."

Hermione helped Harry stand and up the stairs. She never realised how much muscle weighed untill that night when Harry had almost passed out on her shoulder. With one last heave he landed on the bed and she covered him with a blanket.

She fire called Ron immediately to come home she needed to go and see Draco personally a letter wouldn't cover this. She also needed to pick Rosie up from the burrow, this was going to be along night she thought to herself. How could all of this come crashing down in one night? She would like nothing more than a hug from her mom but her mother barley recognised her anymore.