Chapter 15 Surprise, Surprise
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"A peacock who sits on his tail is just another turkey."
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Draco and Hermione burst into the infirmary breathing heavily and smiling.
"Oh, goodness, are you alright, dears?" Madame Pomfrey questioned rushing towards them, "It's not the baby, right?"
"No!" Hermione gasped, "Nothing like that."
"Then what is it?" She asked trying to get Hermione to calm down a bit and sit on one of the beds. Draco helped Hermione sit down also after noticing the trouble Madame Pomfrey was having.
"I-I talked to Draco," She giggled, "and we decided we want to know the sex of the baby." Hermione gave a thousand watt smile and looked up at the older woman with a gleam in her shining eyes.
"Oh," Madame Pomfrey sighed, "your going to make a wonderful mother, dear." Hermione blushed but her smile never dimmed. "Well, let me just finish with the other patients and I'll be back."
"I'm so nervous." Hermione bit her lip to keep all her giddiness fro getting out.
"What is your problem tonight?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow as she all but bounced from the bed.
"I'm going to find out if I have a son or daughter." Draco gave an incredulous look. "Fine, blame it on hormones."
"I thought those made you emotional, not scary." She hit him then fell back against the bed and folded her arms across her chest.
"How long is Madame Pomfrey going to be?"
"Awhile. She's got three students. I'm guessing a broken arm, bloody nose, and oh, headache." Draco replied peaking around the curtain that surrounded the bed.
"Ugh." Hermione got antsy again and started wriggling around.
"Would you stop?" Draco asked after a while glaring at his wife.
"Sorry, I think I need to take a walk." Hermione jumped off the bed and waved to Madame Pomfrey as she walked out the door.
"I think you need a calming potion." Draco muttered following her out. They must have walked around the whole school in silence Hermione occasionally skipping before returning to a now empty infirmary.
"I've been waiting for you." Madame Pomfrey smiled at the pair. Hermione smiled back and sat down on the bed she was sitting on before.
"Now, lie back, child." The woman instructed and Hermione did as she was told. The mediwitch lifted up Hermione's shirt and examined her stomach. She listened for a heart beat for mother and child then nodded her head. She grabbed her wand from her office then returned telling the younger woman to stay still. With the tip of her wand pointed at Hermione's stomach, she whispered a spell. A light blue spark jumped from her wand to the teenager's skin.
Hermione gasped slightly as she felt a burst of cool air hit her body. Madame Pomfrey seemed to expect her reaction and spoke without taking her eyes off her wand, "Don't let the cold get to you, dear, that just means it's working."
Hermione nodded and suddenly, it felt like she was in water. She could feel the cool waves pass through her body. Her stomach started to glow; a soft green first, then, a pale yellow color. Madame Pomfrey said one more spell and her stomach lost it's color again.
"Look at you fingertip, dear, hurry before it fades." The woman instructed. Hermione was surprised to see her fingertip glowing red. She smiled reminded of a movie she saw as a child with her parents (E.T.).
"It's red." Hermione told the mediwitch.
She nodded, "It should be red or dark green." She looked up towards the expectant teens in front of her, "Congratulations on your daughter."
"I'm having a girl," Hermione shouted her eyes gleaming again; she turned towards her husband, "we're having a girl."
"I heard." Draco hugged her and kissed her forehead.
"Maybe you two should get home. Much to discuss and this lady needs some rest." Madame Pomfrey babbled as she shooed them out of the hospital wing. She looked worried and kept checking the clock.
"Are you alright, Madame Pomfrey?" Draco asked helping his wife get out of bed.
"What? Oh, of course, I'm fine." She replied unconvincingly.
"You don't seem fine." Hermione commented straightening out her clothes. She looked at the clock, too, and was surprised to see it was just past 12:30 in the morning.
"Hurry, children," She whispered, "get out."
Hermione wrinkled her face in confusion and was about to speak when the doors burst open. Severus stood there looking bloody and limping in pain. Hermione gasped and rushed to her father's side.
"What are you doing here?" He hissed leaning on her for support as she helped him to a bed in back.
"What happened to you?" Hermione asked ignoring his question completely.
"Death Eater meeting." Madame Pomfrey replied simply as she tended to his wounds. "This is the worst it's been this year."
"Does this happen often?"
"Every Sunday night. He's usually gone by ten and back by one but he was called a bit early tonight. Now, go rest in your rooms. It won't do any good to worry when he'll just be better by tomorrow and I don't want you distracting me while I'm trying to concentrate."
Hermione allowed Draco to drag her out of the infirmary to their rooms before she broke out in tears. Draco wrapped his arms around her and they collapsed onto the couch.
"Mum was right," she sobbed into his chest, "maybe I won't have that much time."
Hermione eventually cried herself to sleep and Draco carried her to bed. He had a feeling she wouldn't be going to classes tomorrow; she needed a break from the stress and seeing her father bloody and bruised didn't help
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update but I started a new story and I couldn't really decide what I wanted to do with this chapter. Sorry if it's short but, I wrote as much as I could. Thanks.
Hazydaze
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"A peacock who sits on his tail is just another turkey."
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Draco and Hermione burst into the infirmary breathing heavily and smiling.
"Oh, goodness, are you alright, dears?" Madame Pomfrey questioned rushing towards them, "It's not the baby, right?"
"No!" Hermione gasped, "Nothing like that."
"Then what is it?" She asked trying to get Hermione to calm down a bit and sit on one of the beds. Draco helped Hermione sit down also after noticing the trouble Madame Pomfrey was having.
"I-I talked to Draco," She giggled, "and we decided we want to know the sex of the baby." Hermione gave a thousand watt smile and looked up at the older woman with a gleam in her shining eyes.
"Oh," Madame Pomfrey sighed, "your going to make a wonderful mother, dear." Hermione blushed but her smile never dimmed. "Well, let me just finish with the other patients and I'll be back."
"I'm so nervous." Hermione bit her lip to keep all her giddiness fro getting out.
"What is your problem tonight?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow as she all but bounced from the bed.
"I'm going to find out if I have a son or daughter." Draco gave an incredulous look. "Fine, blame it on hormones."
"I thought those made you emotional, not scary." She hit him then fell back against the bed and folded her arms across her chest.
"How long is Madame Pomfrey going to be?"
"Awhile. She's got three students. I'm guessing a broken arm, bloody nose, and oh, headache." Draco replied peaking around the curtain that surrounded the bed.
"Ugh." Hermione got antsy again and started wriggling around.
"Would you stop?" Draco asked after a while glaring at his wife.
"Sorry, I think I need to take a walk." Hermione jumped off the bed and waved to Madame Pomfrey as she walked out the door.
"I think you need a calming potion." Draco muttered following her out. They must have walked around the whole school in silence Hermione occasionally skipping before returning to a now empty infirmary.
"I've been waiting for you." Madame Pomfrey smiled at the pair. Hermione smiled back and sat down on the bed she was sitting on before.
"Now, lie back, child." The woman instructed and Hermione did as she was told. The mediwitch lifted up Hermione's shirt and examined her stomach. She listened for a heart beat for mother and child then nodded her head. She grabbed her wand from her office then returned telling the younger woman to stay still. With the tip of her wand pointed at Hermione's stomach, she whispered a spell. A light blue spark jumped from her wand to the teenager's skin.
Hermione gasped slightly as she felt a burst of cool air hit her body. Madame Pomfrey seemed to expect her reaction and spoke without taking her eyes off her wand, "Don't let the cold get to you, dear, that just means it's working."
Hermione nodded and suddenly, it felt like she was in water. She could feel the cool waves pass through her body. Her stomach started to glow; a soft green first, then, a pale yellow color. Madame Pomfrey said one more spell and her stomach lost it's color again.
"Look at you fingertip, dear, hurry before it fades." The woman instructed. Hermione was surprised to see her fingertip glowing red. She smiled reminded of a movie she saw as a child with her parents (E.T.).
"It's red." Hermione told the mediwitch.
She nodded, "It should be red or dark green." She looked up towards the expectant teens in front of her, "Congratulations on your daughter."
"I'm having a girl," Hermione shouted her eyes gleaming again; she turned towards her husband, "we're having a girl."
"I heard." Draco hugged her and kissed her forehead.
"Maybe you two should get home. Much to discuss and this lady needs some rest." Madame Pomfrey babbled as she shooed them out of the hospital wing. She looked worried and kept checking the clock.
"Are you alright, Madame Pomfrey?" Draco asked helping his wife get out of bed.
"What? Oh, of course, I'm fine." She replied unconvincingly.
"You don't seem fine." Hermione commented straightening out her clothes. She looked at the clock, too, and was surprised to see it was just past 12:30 in the morning.
"Hurry, children," She whispered, "get out."
Hermione wrinkled her face in confusion and was about to speak when the doors burst open. Severus stood there looking bloody and limping in pain. Hermione gasped and rushed to her father's side.
"What are you doing here?" He hissed leaning on her for support as she helped him to a bed in back.
"What happened to you?" Hermione asked ignoring his question completely.
"Death Eater meeting." Madame Pomfrey replied simply as she tended to his wounds. "This is the worst it's been this year."
"Does this happen often?"
"Every Sunday night. He's usually gone by ten and back by one but he was called a bit early tonight. Now, go rest in your rooms. It won't do any good to worry when he'll just be better by tomorrow and I don't want you distracting me while I'm trying to concentrate."
Hermione allowed Draco to drag her out of the infirmary to their rooms before she broke out in tears. Draco wrapped his arms around her and they collapsed onto the couch.
"Mum was right," she sobbed into his chest, "maybe I won't have that much time."
Hermione eventually cried herself to sleep and Draco carried her to bed. He had a feeling she wouldn't be going to classes tomorrow; she needed a break from the stress and seeing her father bloody and bruised didn't help
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update but I started a new story and I couldn't really decide what I wanted to do with this chapter. Sorry if it's short but, I wrote as much as I could. Thanks.
Hazydaze