Hi, its me again, and I wanted to thank my lone reviewer and say that I put this up today just for you! I kept telling myself, "Got to update for them…" So yes, I am updating. And the rest of you. Review and I will do something for you. I will put you in my favorites, um, join your forums (I have one!) read and review your goddam stories (sounding like holden Caulfield from Catcher in the Rye, aren't I?) but please review! Okay, thanks to litluver1313 wow i am so sorry if i spelled that wrong, and i am so lame if i did. But thanks so much, I'm glad to know it keeps you on the edge, no one has told me that before and it really helps me write the story. Can you guys tell me if you think it is too busy? or if its boring, I'd like to know anything. or if the last scene was really gross. Anything. Okay, okay, this is gonna be a long chapter!
Ginny rolled off the bed with a thud. 'Damnit, I don't want Rita fucking Skeeter saying anything about this! Damnit! Fuck fuck fuck! Harry's going to fucking kill my ass!'
Pansy seemed to be thinking along the same lines. She looked at Rita and saw her smirking and talking to herself very very quietly. "Obliviate!" Pansy yelled, hitting the woman next to her with the powerful spell.
Rita staggered, but stood up straight and glared at Pansy. "I wasn't going to do anything about Ms. Weasley's affair."
Pansy gasped. "You... You aren't affected?"
Rita was still glaring at Pansy, and Ginny came out of behind the bed, fully dressed in her purple cordouroy miniskirt and white button-up blouse with green pinstripes. Pansy gave her a death glare and Ginny noticed her green bra hanging on the bed post of the hospital bed. Draco grinned, still naked, but partly covered by the white sheets the bed was made with. "Yes, I learned how to avoid that spell years ago. Many people tend to use that against a star reporter." Rita said, emphasizing the word "star reporteer" while smirking devilishly at Ginny and Draco's awkward moment.
Ginny grabbed her bra and turned around to put it on. Draco stared at her. Pansy stood, dumbfounded on who to attack first.
"Sorry Draco, honey, but our meeting was cut short. I believe I shall be going now." Ginny walked over to Draco and kissed him on the cheek, reaching up, but Draco grabbed her back down for another long kiss. "When will I see you again?" He put his hand on the skin her shirt was revealing above her low hanging miniskirt.
"You arsehole! You whore! You bastard! You bitch!" Pansy said, running towards the kissing pair.
"When I figure out where your house is." Ginny said, reaching up.
"Well, that won't be necessary, considering I know exactly where your house is."
Ginny smiled, pushing Pansy out of her face."Then visit me soon, baby."
With that last sentence, Ginny apparated back to her seven-story flat, the place Harry had been only last night.
Harry wasn't... inexperienced... He just didn't know how to keep up with the crazy stuff Ginny did all the time. And Cho was crazy. But he liked it. It wasn't planned, as if she was suddenly a sex genius and thought up a new position, she was just very smooth about everything.
"Do you like this?" Cho looked up at him from his length.
Harry was in the mood now. "Maybe." He pulled her up on top of him.She giggled, on top of his chest. She wrapped her legs around his head, putting her feminine lips next to his actual ones. He kissed her. She giggled. She was very wet, and he started licking her, and sucking on the sensitive skin on her thigh. She moaned, and pushed her body closer to his mouth, giving him room to lick inside of her. Harry did, and she arched her back.
She pulled her body back. She was straddling his hips, looked so sexy. Her long black hair whipped all over her body, covering the dragon in several areas. Her hair was so long it tickled his stomach.
"I'm sorry." She moaned, "But you're tongue is nowhere long enough."
She shoved his length into her, making them both moan loudly. "Harry!" She screamed, when he thrust into her (he was very good with this.) and she thrust back, harder, and he thrust back, harder, until soon, they climaxed, came undone, and fell asleep together.
Hermione sighed, almost as tired as the pregnant woman, "Push, honey!" She yelled as the blonde pushed, screaming, "Oh, Gods, I am too old!" Hermione felt herself pushing as if she were the one who was pregnant, and when she felt the pain, she blushed, embarrassed to have felt so emotional at births as common as this womans.
"No, honey, push! it's okay!" Hermione actually thought the woman was too old, but as a Birth Healer, she was not supposed to say that.
The baby was finally out. A beautiful baby girl, with blonde hair and grey eyes. The baby was silent. Hermione muttered a wandless spell and made the cord disappear. She picked up the baby and went to show it to the mother, but the woman wasn't breathing. The assistant Healer grabbed the baby and rushed her out of the room.
Hermione quickly went into Life Healer. Her badge automatically changed. Hermione muttered another spell, seeing how much energy te woman had left. Hermione's eyes widened.
'-1 minutes?' Hermione gasped. The woman had actually died giving birth. Hermione's eyes watered. This was the first time. But to be a woman she knew the son of so well.
Hermione banished the body, sending it to the labs. She walked outside to the Healer's desk, and said to the secretary, "Narcissa Malfoy, dead, giving birth to Bella Malfoy. Baby survived, in emergency adoption center."
The witch raised her eyebrows. "You mean you aren't taking this baby?"
Hermione looked back at her. She remembered the baby's solemn face, as if she had known her mother were to die. Hermione wanted children... But she also wanted a husband.
"Okay, keep the baby here, I'll take care of her for a couple of days. I guess I'll have to pay a visit to the famous Mr. Malfoy."
Hermione grinned at getting to see Lucius again. 'Damnit! I'm not supposed to feel this way!'
Hermione was surprised to learn that Lucius was not at Azkaban. He was in her own St. Mungos!
'Why?' thought Hermione, looking at the list of check ins. She speed read them, surprising herself by seeing more than a hundred familiar names. 'At least Harry's name isn't on here' she thought. Then she speed read it again, making sure. "Honey, can I help you?" the witch at the counter asked loudly, obviously nosy as to why Hermione was lifting papers in the air and expanding the whites of her eyes.
"Yes, er, can you tell me where Mr. Malfoy's room is?" Hermione asked, holding Bella close to her chest.
"Lucius Malfoy?" The witch asked, bored again.
"Yes."
"Room 607, and if you intend on permanently checking him out, you need a signed signature from a special Healer, alright? Gods, we've had so many "fans" trying to release him. But he might be crazy, and we can't just let him go free, ok?" The witch lectured Hermione.
"Yes." Hermione rolled her eyes at the witch, who obviously didn't realize who she was, and that she majored the whole hospital. There was no one who she couldn't heal.
Hermione walked down the hall slowly, looking in most of the doors. Even though everyone was assigned their own room, almost no one stayed in their own room. They visited each other often.
In room 604, Hermione stopped when she saw Pansy, Rita and Draco in the same room together. Pansy was screaming at Draco, whom Hermione noted with a blush, was naked, and Rita was laughing hard. Draco looked like he was going to fall asleep. Pansy hit him with a stupefy and he yawned, surprising Hermione. 'He must be very magically cabable!'
Pansy saw Hermione in the doorway and screamed at her, "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU WHORE!!!!!"
Hermione left quickly, not wanting the baby to get hurt, but two doors away, Pansy could still be heard, saying, "HAVE YOU BEEN WITH HER AS WELL??? YOU BASTARD!!!"
Hermione walked into room 607, knocking softly on the door.
She saw Lucius Malfoy sit up in his rather large bed. "How may I help you, Madam?"
She noted his toned muscles and pale skin against his bleach blonde hair. He was obviously wearing no shirt.
"May I sit?" She asked shyly, pointing to the end of his bed. He was rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, of course."
"Mr. Malfoy, I have horrible news." He seemed awake now.
"Your wife, Narcissa Malfoy, is..." Hermione started crying softly, remembering how emotional she had gotten during the birth, and how Lucius wasn't there, and how the woman regretted the baby and broke down. She felt horrible, breaking down before the baby, who hadn't cried at all yet, she just sat there, looking solemn.
"Dead, isn't she?" He whispered, his face falling. Hermione thought she saw his face get whiter.
"Yes, she is." Hermione said, biting her lip. She felt Lucius holding her, and she held him and the baby, who started crying with the three of them. Hermione felt comforted in Lucius' arms, and all she wanted was to hold him and give him strength right now.
I am pretty sure you guys know that there is alot going on right now, but there is going to be more very soon. I don't think it's bad, it sounds really good in my head (maybe i should get a room in the hospital!) so please continue reading my story. I hate endings, and hate ending fanfic, because we are merely making up for the real thing, giving predictions and pointing out parrellells. i know i spelled that wrong, but i dont care! lol, well, bye for now! god, im tired after that.