I wanna grow old with you Chapter 4: In faith we trust, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter Two

In Faith We Trust

At the end of my first trimester I had my first ultra scan at St Mungos. The nurse informed me that the baby and I were both fine and finally my symptoms would now subside somewhat. This meant they were now like a normal pregnant woman in her first trimester.

"You should get some parenting classes before you prepare to give birth it can be quite a shock if you don't and could be a lot harder on you. I presume this is your first child?" The nurse handed me some pamphlets to go through and I reminded myself to throw them in the bin when I next saw one.

Being raised in a catholic family abortion was out of the question but now I began to have big doubts. I was scared of giving birth and I knew I would have to do it alone. I knew I could never tell my family of the baby I was sure I was giving away. I had begun to despise the little growing creature in my stomach. I felt almost like I had up and gotten a gun to shoot a house elf myself. I felt angry at the thought I would have to endure to give this child life, the physical and emotional pain that would tear me to pieces. The sacrifice I would have to pay for my mistake.

I made my way out to reception throwing the pamphlets in the nearest bin I could find, making my way via floo back to my room at Hogwarts.

I landed with a horrible bump out of the chimney in my room. I bumped my head on the way out and cursed the damn thing for being in the way. I made my way to my bed and decided to lie down as my head had suddenly begun to spin. I was feeling sick again but did not really feel like moving too much. There was a knock at my door and Harry popped his head in.

"Harry I'm feeling sick." I warned him, if he came in and got sick not my fault. He came in holding a bucket in his hand and a medical mask over his mouth along with surgical gloves covering his hands.

"I came prepared. Pretty bad what you've got isn't it?" I took the bucket graciously as possible and nodded my head.

"Stomach Flu," he cringed at the diagnosis. Not a very nice one.

"Been going on and been pretty violent for a while hasn't it." I nodded once again. Was he trying to say something? Was my game up? I hoped not. I just nodded again.

"I better go or I might catch your stomach flu." that sounded like he didn't believe me. I felt a sudden tug in my stomach and my nausea was worse. I threw up violently into the bucket supplied to me via Harry. He gave the contents a disgusted look and paled. Harry was sensitive to vomit and if he saw someone else throw up he wanted to be sick himself. He left promptly leaving me although with a bad taste in my mouth, smiling at my knowledge on how to get rid of my best friend. I felt a sharp tugging in my stomach as I sat up and picked up my toothbrush and toothpaste off the bedside tale banishing the horrible taste from my mouth. I spat into the bucket and got up to empty it.

I was in the bathroom after emptying the bucket into the toilet and flushing it, when I noticed the blood trailing down my leg, I felt my legs weaken below me before they gave way and I landed with a sickening thud on the floor. Tears stung my eyes as I clutched my stomach now cramping violently and I cringed hoping it would stop but even more frightened that I would lose the child I had never wanted right up until this moment. It was then that I realized how much this child really meant to me, and though the father would never know of the child's existence and the child would never know of her existence it would always be loved no matter what and that was what was important. She prayed for the child's life. In between cramps she crawled over to her bedside table and took her rosary beads in her hands praying like she had never prayed before.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen." She really wanted to curse the mother Mary when she saw who had been sent to her rescue. "Anyone but him," she looked at her ceiling hoping the mother Mary would send her someone else. I shut my eyes for two minutes hoping he would be someone else when I opened them, nope no luck. He was by my side asking what happened in a flash of blond hair and ferret features.

"You're bleeding!" great observation dumb ass. I nodded weakly, if I wanted to get some help without having anyone see what was going on. If I was seen in this state someone would figure out what was going on with me and then it would pointless trying to hide what happened, not only that my reputation would be ruined!"

"Get Pomfrey and Dumbledore," I bit out at him in my terrible pain and he was gone before I reopened my eyes. He was back faster than I expected kneeling beside me, he rolled his eyes at my rosary and took my hand holding the beads.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven; hallowed by Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen," he surprised me with that.

"Malfoy I'm catholic," I protested weakly. He opened one blue eye and looked at me quizzically before shutting it again and continuing.

"That's a bit rich coming from you mouth," I wanted to laugh at the words coming from his mouth what would Malfoy know about having a good temperament and personality?

"Since when have you been religious?" I was in pain this was no time to debate religion with Malfoy, where the fuck was Pomfrey when I needed her!

"I was raised a Christian, now shut up you need to save your energy," as soon as he said that I really began to feel weaker and my eyes drooped slightly before he shook me softly bringing me back to consciousness, "Stay with me Granger," he insisted.

"Since when have you cared if I lived or died?" I asked trying to be annoying but seeing as I was so weak I was very quiet and he ignored my comment before returning to his prayers and I whispered mine.

"Our Father." "Hail Mary." "Who art in Heaven." "Full of grace." "Hallowed by Thy name." "The Lord is with you." "Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven." "Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb." "Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses." "Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of god." "As we forgive those who trespass against us." "Pray for us sinners now" "and lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen" "and at the hour of our death. Amen."

Every few minutes he would check my pulse and look worrying at the door his brow creased in concern. This really surprised me as I had not expected him to handle the situation like this at all.

"Malfoy," I croaked up at him.

"What is it? Are you cold?" he picked me up from the floor and placed me softly on the bed wrapping me up in blankets. I shook my head smiling. I wasn't cold but at least I was comfortable.

"Please can you not tell anyone about this" I asked him really worried that he would simply go and tell everyone in the school what had happened. As I said if the school found out about this my reputation would be ruined because someone would figure out what was wrong with me. He gave me a sly smile before nodding his head.

"Your secrets safe with me," he sent me a sincere smile which made my blood run cold. There was no malice that was what concerned the most really. There was nothing to indicate his betrayal. But why would he do this and what did he mean by secret. Did he mean it simply as in he would not tell anyone he found me bleeding on the floor or did he know the real cause of my illness. I hoped dreadfully that it was the former and not the latter he was making reference to when he said secret.

"Why are you doing this," I asked next.

"You always are full of questions aren't you? It's because it's my civil duty of care to look after someone who is sick. I'm studying first aid, but I've only just started so I can't help much." I wanted to laugh in his face, Malfoy? First Aid? Oh my goodness that would be too good to be true, but then again if I did laugh in his face then he could go and tell the whole school what he knew which I hoped to be very little. I nodded my head at him and lay back in my bed.

This was how Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey found us, Malfoy on the edge of my bed checking my pulse which was beginning to steady now and myself wrapped in blankets covered in sticky horrible blood. As soon as he saw help had arrived Malfoy looked at me and I nodded indicating I wanted him to leave and he did so. Not before Dumbledore gave him a knowing smile and shaking his hand for such a job well done.

It turned out that the bleeding had been a side effect of the potion given to me, but I was assured that it would not happen again. The bleeding was a sign that the child and mother were perfectly healthy and would remain so throughout the pregnancy. I smiled my thanks to Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey before they left. I put my rosary beads on my bed side table examining the small indents they had left on my hand before saying a little prayer and going to sleep.

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