Warning: There is an M rating for a reason. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: Dear Future Husband, Megan Trainor
Lyric of choice: "Even if I was wrong. (You know I am never wrong.) Why disagree? Why disagree?/ Even when I am acting crazy, tell me everything is all right."

Grammarly is my Beta: 7-17

Charmed To You

Chapter 34
Oh, Hermione…

Hermione waddled her way down the hall glaring after her husband. "Draco! You're not listening to me! I am going to go crazy if I don't get out of this house!"

Draco turned around and glared at her before he moved into his new study and picked up his outer robes which were really a heavy cloak. "You're being dramatic, dear wife, and the answer is still the same even with all the theatrics. I can't take you to lunch today. I have to meet with the French Minister of Magic in twenty minutes. I told you he sent a port key."

Hermione groaned and sank down into one of the large plush chairs that faced her husband's desk. "Well, I am just going to go by myself," she said firmly.

Draco looked up his eyes hard. "No."

Hermione groaned and shoved herself up. "You don't get to tell ME no, Draco Malfoy, I am not your child!"

He grunted as he looked through the papers on his desk. "No, but you are carrying my child."

She snorted. "Our child."

He waved his hand ignoring her. "So I am sure you will find that I do have some say in this," he moved the papers around frowning. "Now where in the bloody hell did my notes go from the meeting yesterday?"

Hermione sighed and moved forward helping him look for the notes. "Draco, I can meet Pansy for lunch, we will stay in Diagon Alley, and we would be perfectly safe."

Draco gave a soft grunt opening and closing drawers. "You're two weeks away from giving birth; I don't want you wandering around Diagon Alley."

She blew out a frustrated breath. "I could use the walk!"

Draco looked up and glared at her. "You walk five miles a day around this bloody house! You don't need a walk, you are just being obstinant because I can't go to lunch with you."

Hermione smirked. "Possibly," and then she played her ace and gave him a pleading look that had gotten her pretty much anything she wanted lately. "Please, Draco, I am dying of boredom here with your parents gone."

It took about thirty seconds before he caved and relented. "You may go to the Burrow and I will pick you up from there when my business is attended to in France. No apparating, use the floo network." This was said in a stern no nonsense manner and she nodded.

"Absolutely."

And then she rushed forward to hug him and kiss his neck. "Thank you!"

Draco held her away from him his face half exasperated and half amused. "Merlin, you will drive me to drink. Send Niffy-"

She waved him off. "Yes, yes, if I go into labor she will take me to St. Mungos and come get you. I know, I know."

Draco's eyes narrowed at her and he looked at his watch. "Dammit, maybe I should just forget this-"

Hermione placed her hands over his mouth and frowned at him. "Draco, between the ring, the bond, and Niffy, I will be fine. You will know if anything is wrong."

Draco sighed. "You won't let Niffy follow you anymore and the ring doesn't work as well a full continent away."

Hermione shrugged. "Well, welcome to how every other husband has to survive impending fatherhood, Draco Malfoy. You've been cheating."

Draco grimaced and leaned down to kiss her. "You won't reconsider about an elf tailing you?"

She glared at him. "Absolutely not"

Draco sighed and then nodded reaching down to pick up a paper weight on his desk. "Right, I will be back late, eat dinner at the Burrow with Molly, I trust her to know what to do if something happens."

Hermione nodded smiling at him. "Have a good meeting, don't forget to tell them-" she shrugged and then grinned widely. "Well, you know how I feel about all this."

Draco smirked and watched his time piece. "Yes, I do. Be safe."

And then he was gone and Hermione rushed off to get dressed to go visit the Burrow. It was a beautiful day outside and she hadn't been out on her own in almost two whole weeks!

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When she got to the Burrow, however, it was to find everyone gone. Hermione walked around curiously and then frowned. "That's really odd," she said carefully.

She couldn't imagine where everyone was but she didn't really feel like sitting around the Burrow waiting for them to return. Hermione paused however on the edge of the fireplace as she was about to head home. She really didn't want to go back home, Ginny was in meetings today so she couldn't go visit her, and she really did want to see Pansy. She had promised Draco she would stay at the Burrow so she hesitated for a moment before she shrugged; well what he didn't know wouldn't hurt her and she was sure that she could show up for dinner later and he wouldn't be the wiser.

Nodding at her good plan she decided to pop in on Pansy. Besides, she could invite Pansy out to lunch so she could eat! Nodding at her plan she rubbed her belly and tossed in the floo powder.

She spun in the fireplace at the back of Pansy's store. "Pansy! Pansy are you-"

Whatever she was about to say was lost as a large man jumped out and hit her upside the head. She fainted at the same time as she felt him move her back into the fire. And in true Gryffindor spirit, Hermione wasn't afraid, she was angry!

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When Hermione came to she was lying on her side and she sat up blinking and looking around.

"Hermione! Are you okay!"

Hermione whipped her head around and then groaned pushing herself up. "Pansy?"

"Yes, yes I am over here, against the wall."

Hermione blinked and then let out a gasp of outrage. Pansy was chained to a wall and looked like she had been beaten. "What has happened to you?"

Pansy snorted. "My mother hired goons to kidnap me. She is trying to force me to marry Theo Nott."

Hermione shook her head. "But she can't, I mean you can't, you two would lose everything and could never have children!"

Pansy nodded. "Yes, I know. My mother, however, is apparently convinced she can work something out with the Ministry and is planning to marry us in Italy, we have relatives on their Wizengamot."

Hermione pushed herself up and rubbed her belly looking around. "Where are we?"

Pansy sighed. "Nott's family vault, in their dungeons."

Hermione snorted. "Theo did this?"

Pansy shook her head her face sad. "No, I haven't seen him. Currently, they are having a minor conniption that you are here with me."

Hermione stood up and took stock of her surroundings. It was a windowless room with only one door, stone walls, chains and nothing else in the room. She rubbed her belly absently. Her head was sore but she didn't think it was too bad.

"Why are they upset that they have me?"

She needed to keep Pansy talking while she figured this out. She wasn't afraid, she could just summon Niffy, but she was ever the curious lion. She wanted to know what on earth her captors had planned before she and Pansy made their escape. And, she was mad, and when Hermione was this mad, someone was going to pay.

Pansy was panting softly in pain and shifting her leg which looked broken.

Hermione rushed over to her. "Pansy you're hurt! What did they do to you?"

Pansy grunted her face going red with anger and pain. "Beat me, like Muggles, the brutes. I fought back but I had left my wand on my desk. You don't have yours on you, do you? Not that you can use it in here anyway but it might be handy if they move you."

Hermione shook her head. "It was in my purse, did they take it?"

Pansy sighed. "No, so it must still be at the shop where they grabbed you. You startled them, probably saved my life truthfully."

Hermione frowned as she watched Pansy shift uncomfortably. "Well, this has been fun but you need medical attention," Hermione said softly and then in a louder voice she said. "Niffy!"

There was a loud pop and Niffy was there, smiling at first until she took in her surroundings and then she started shaking.

Hermione smiled at her kindly. "It's okay Niffy. Miss Parkinson and I were kidnapped. Can you please take us out of here?"

Niffy, however, was wringing her hands. "Oh no, young mistress. Niffy cannot. Niffy is not allowed to take anyone but herself through these walls, they has dark magic."

Hermione frowned. "Well can you please bring Draco-"

Niffy shook her head. "No, the walls, Niffy cannot."

Pansy let out a small grunt of pain and said softly. "The walls are enchanted with dark magic, Hermione. The elves can come in and out, but they can't take any object or people."

Hermione frowned in concentration. "Oh, well, that's going to make things a little more complicated."

Pansy gave her a wane smile. "We are at the Nott's summer home, in Wales. Draco will know where it is and if he can get Theo Nott, maybe he can talk some sense into-" but she gave a gasping breath and then moaned in pain going a bit pale.

Hermione sank down onto her knees, for the first time afraid. "Pansy?"

Pansy sighed. "Just, let the elf tell-"

Hermione turned and saw Niffy give a terrified nod, hesitate for a moment and then disapparated.

Hermione reached down to grip her friend's hand. "Draco will figure it out Pansy, try not to worry."

But while Hermione had no doubt that Draco would come for them, as she watched her friend struggling to breathe she started to worry that he might not be in time, and at the same time that she worried about her hurt friend the soft contractions that had bothered her all day turned sharp enough to make her gasp.

And that's when her anger turned to terror.

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Somewhere in France:

Draco's ring burned with Hermione's terror just as Niffy popped up on top of the table, tears rolling down her face.

"Young master, the mistress."

Draco stood up uncaring that ten wizards were staring at the house elf in shock. "Where is she? St. Mungos?"

Niffy shook her head and took deep gasping breaths. "Niffy went to her, dark magic," the elf was shaking now and rocking back and forth. "Niffy could not take her out of the place, it's a cold dark room and Miss Parkinson is very hurt."

Draco's heart dropped as he stared at the elf in disbelief. "What? What do you mean a dark room? Where the HELL IS SHE?"

The French minister was standing up working to understand what was going on. "Does she mean Mrs. Malfoy?" He asked his tone full of anger.

Niffy continued to rock and then said. "Nott, she is at the Nott summer house, in the vault in dungeons with Miss Parkinson. The old Parkinson bitch kidnapped them and put them there. Niffy cannot take you there and cannot take my mistress out."

Draco's eyes narrowed and he went utterly still. "Niffy, Hilda Parkinson has kidnapped my wife? My pregnant wife is being held in a vault at the Nott's summer home?"

Niffy nodded and Draco felt anger such as he had never known flow through his veins. He was grabbing his wand to apparate immediately to his wife using the blood oath when Niffy grabbed his arm.

"No young master, she is in a dark place. You couldn't break her out; you must get to her from the outside. No magic can be wielded there."

The French minister was yelling around him at his aides. "Draco! You will need help, we have fifteen here, but we will have to-"

Draco nodded and turned to Niffy. "Go and find Potter and Weasley and let them know what has happened, tell them to bring every Auror they can," Draco paused and then said. "Get Gregory Goyle as well and take him to the others. Have them meet us there in-" he looked at the minister who was still yelling in French. "When do we attack?"

The minister frowned at him and said. "An hour?"

Draco nodded and looked at Niffy. "An hour from now."

Niffy nodded but Draco grabbed her small frame. "I want Theodore Nott, Niffy. I want him brought right to me. Do you understand?"

Niffy took a deep breath and then nodded and said softly. "But the mistress?"

Draco sighed as his heart was constricted in his chest. "Can you perform magic in the room they are in?"

The elf shook her head sadly as Draco nodded. "She will be fine, Niffy. Her protections from her ring will protect her."

Niffy gave a loud wail and then was gone; off he knew to do his bidding.

The minister looked up. "Where will we need the port key to go?"

Draco thought trying to remember where the Nott's summer residence was. "Wales, someone get me a map!"

There was scrambling and then Draco was rolling out parchment and everyone was speaking at once.

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Back in the Vault:

Hermione was starting to worry. She had thought for sure that Draco would have come by now. She knew he could, she looked around the room in trepidation and kept soothing Pansy who was sweating and very pale, her breathing was shallow now. Where was Draco? She knew his ring would be burning with her impatience and fear. She worked on keeping her own breathing calm. She had a very compelling reason to not upset herself. About five minutes after Niffy had left, Hermione had started having steady sharp contractions. She hadn't said anything to Pansy. Instead, she had tried to keep count between them and stay calm. Her water hadn't broken yet, she had time.

Pansy opened her eyes and said. "You're in labor aren't you?"

Hermione looked down in shock. "How did you know?"

Pansy gave a soft smile and closed her eyes. "You are grabbing my hand about every ten minutes as if your life depends on it. Has your water broke?"

Hermione huffed and then said slowly. "No, and they are seventeen minutes apart now, actually. "

Pansy sighed. "How long do you think we have been here?"

Hermione snorted and shifted again. "Two hours I think, but I have been having pains all day. It's why I didn't want to be left alone when Draco went to France this afternoon. The pains had stopped though before I decided to go to lunch with you."

Pansy shook her head. "Drake is going to throttle you, Hermione. I know he told you to not wander around anymore. He has to be worried sick."

Hermione made a face but nodded. "Oh, he is going to be very mad."

They looked up as it sounded like something exploded above them. Hermione sighed and then winced before she said very clearly and loudly. "Niffy!"

The elf took a moment but then appeared looking shaken again to be in the room.

Hermione smiled at her. "Niffy, please tell Draco my contractions are about fifteen minutes apart and my water just broke."

She kept her tone calm but she knew she was starting to lose her own sanity. This baby was coming, and her husband had better get here to help her!

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Somewhere in Wales:

Draco was in a rage. The bloody French Ministry was ready to storm the stupid house, but the bastards at his Ministry were trying to negotiate. He was pacing as his ring burned with irritation and anger. He snorted; it would figure that his pregnant wife would be annoyed he was taking so long to get her.

Niffy had brought him, Theo, a half hour ago, the man had looked shocked and terrified to be surrounded by two Ministers and about ten Aurors as well as all the French Ministry officials who had been in the meeting when Niffy has shown up. He had immediately moved to help negotiate the release of Hermione and Pansy and it had been revealed that Theo had not had a clue that his family had involved themselves in this mess with Mrs. Parkinson. Draco fiddled with his wand as his blood started to boil. Then his ring burned, and it wasn't with annoyance. It was with terror. He stood up just as Niffy appeared looking terrified herself.

"Master Draco! Master Draco! The baby, the baby is coming."

Draco roared with rage and turned to see Potter rushing forward. "What? Is she having the baby? Right now?"

Draco didn't hesitate he closed his eyes and thought of his wife, in seconds he was inside a dark room.

"Oh thank Merlin!" Hermione said looking up at him her eyes wide with fear. "My water just broke and I think Pansy has passed out. Check her, Draco, please."

Draco was torn between screaming at his wife and yelling in fear, but when he realized that she was absolutely not going to calm down until Pansy was dealt with, and also realized that it was simply beyond his ability to let go of his panting wife as she had another contraction he yelled. "Niffy!"

The elf appeared and then fell. "Master called?"

Hermione yelled out in pain and then hit Draco hard. Fear gripped him and he knew it was hers. "Stop calling her here, it hurts her!"

Draco closed his eyes and said slowly. "I am sorry Niffy. Pansy has fainted, can you check her and let the others know that they HAVE to come and get us, immediately. Let Potter know her water has broken."

Niffy nodded, swayed a bit and said bravely. "Niffy is fine, mistress, Niffy is strong."

The elf rushed over to Pansy and muttered before she nodded and then popped away again.

Draco sighed in relief. "She's okay, Hermione, if something was dreadfully wrong we would have heard a wail, I am sure."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded looking up at her husband. "Draco, I don't want to have a baby on the floor, can you, conjure a bed or something?"

Draco snorted and gripped her hand leaning forward to kiss her forehead his heart racing. "No love, I can't. I can't do magic in here, it's why I didn't show up immediately. I can't leave and my wand is useless."

Hermione moaned and then opened her eyes and they blazed with anger. "Then WHY did you show up now! How do we get out of here?"

Draco snorted. "You called for me sweetheart, so I came. Don't worry, Potter is out there, I am sure he is about to do something daring and rash."

She sighed and then made a face as another pain gripped her belly. "You mean like you just did? Showing up here unable to use magic to help me?"

Draco grunted and moved to sit behind her, bracing his back against the wall so that she was leaning on his chest and his hands were around her middle.

"How far apart are they now? Are you timing them?"

Hermione nodded. "Four minutes, the last one was around four minutes. They started coming so fast after my water broke, I don't understand it."

Draco nodded and struggled to remember the Muggle birth classes she had forced him to take, damn was he grateful now. He rubbed set his hand on her belly and then let out a hiss as he felt it tighten under him. Hermione gripped his other hand and did the weird breathing she had learned.

"Oh, this one is stronger."

Draco felt his heart sink. She was in a dirty cold vault, no healer, no water even, and in labor.

"My skirts are all wet," she complained.

Draco grunted and sat up, taking off his outer robes (thankful he had worn them that day) and lifting her so that she could sit on that and not her wet skirts. Then he sighed and took down her wet knickers. She seemed to be lost in thought, counting he supposed. He checked his watch and then threw her sopping wet knickers to the side. He didn't see blood at least, that was good.

They stayed like that for three more contractions before Pansy started moaning and Draco looked over to see his ex-lover looking at him with wide astonished eyes. "How on earth?"

Draco snorted. "The French did a blood oath with our binding without telling our Ministry. I would have been here sooner except now I am stuck here and can't perform any magic in the blasted room!"

Hermione was panting into his neck, crying softly, that contraction had really worn her out.

Pansy tried to shift. "Turn her so I can see; if the baby is coming you need to know."

Draco hesitated and then sighed, shifting them so that they were closer to Pansy.

"How hurt are you?" Draco asked watching as Pansy moved carefully so that she was able to grasp Hermione's knees.

She gave him a long look. "Not much worse than I used to be every break, Draco. Granted it was two of them instead of just my dear father."

Draco shook his head feeling guilt wash through him. "Pansy-"

She held up her head and gave him a long angry stare. "Leave it, Draco. If you can stay focused here that would be lovely, I think I can see the crown of your heirs head!"

Draco went into a state of shock. "What!" He yelled loudly.

Pansy snickered and smirked letting him know she was kidding and he glared at her but as another contraction hit Hermione he finally lost his patience with the idiots above "Niffy, tell those idiots the baby is almost here!" He yelled knowing the elf could hear him, and woe be on whoever stood in Niffy's way after hearing that.

Pansy snorted delicately. "Well, I am sure the whole castle heard that."

Draco grunted shifting Hermione who was moaning softly. "Good, they are bloody going to die a slow and painful death when I get a hold of them. Who locks a pregnant woman up?"

Pansy closed her eyes in shame. "My mother does, and you are welcome to strangle her for me. I would but my leg is broken."

Draco heaved a large sigh and then said. "Hermione, honey. Do you need to push?"

Hermione let out a terrified yell. "I don't want to have this baby on the floor, Draco Malfoy you fix this!"

Pansy laughed. "She sure has a lot of faith in you."

Draco grunted and yelled. "Dammit, Hilda Parkinson if my mothers' grandchild is born on this floor she will boil you alive!"

Pansy snickered but then gasped as the door to the vault was thrown open and she saw her mother standing there looking absolutely horrified. "Draco! What on earth."

He glared at the older witch and said menacingly. "Shut up, Hilda. Get to a floo and tell St. Mungos to get a Healer here right now."

Draco stood up and then picked up Hermione. "And get your daughter off the floor and to a healer as well you stupid-"

Hermione moaned. "Draco!"

Hilda didn't even raise her wand as Draco pushed her aside looking around.

"Draco, I want to go home," Hermione whimpered pitifully.

Hilda was still standing there looking horrified.

"Honey the baby is about two minutes from arriving."

Hermione yelled. "Niffy! I want to go home!"

The elf was there instantly took one look at her mistress and rushed forward; before Draco could object she apparated them to their bedroom.

Draco groaned in disgust. "For Merlin sakes get my mother! Get the healer!"

Hermione hit him. "Stop telling her what to do!"

But Niffy was already gone and within a minute a flustered healer who looked to have been having a cup of tea was standing in the room and then before the healer had time to really take stock of her surroundings his parents were there as well, with Niffy hurriedly telling them what had happened, sobbing the whole time.

The healer, finally seeing Hermione as she cried out in pain with a contraction, threw down her cup and rushed forward. "What on earth?"

Draco tried to get Hermione to calm down but Hermione wouldn't settle. "Pansy! Someone has to check on her!"

Draco looked to his father who had obviously gotten the rest of the story out of the now wailing Niffy. He nodded letting his son know that he would take care of the situation and went to the floo, throwing in powder and saying very clearly. "Nott, summer residence, lower dungeons."

When he was gone Draco snorted. "Idiots didn't even change the floo so my father couldn't get in when they kidnapped my wife. We should have sent Niffy to get him first and just had him go and get them out," he turned to his wife shushing her and trying to calm her down. "Be easy, Father went to go take care of it. Hopefully, he won't Avada the lot of them."

Hermione instantly calmed and then let out a small wail as another contraction hit her, they were coming one on top of the other, and Draco watched as the Healer yelled for Niffy to get her everything she would need.

His mother finally walked over her face covered in angry red blotches, Draco had honestly never seen her this upset. "How long has she been on a cold stone floor in labor?" She hissed angrily.

Draco groaned moving to cradle Hermione better as the Healer encouraged her to pant through the pain. "Can we talk about this later?" Draco said in a biting voice as his usually calm and gentle wife screamed and gripped his hand so hard he was sure she broke it.

Narcissa Malfoy found a bit of a smile and then got to work helping the flustered healer who obviously had not expected to be kidnapped by a house elf and put to work on delivering a baby in the middle of her tea break.

His mother waved her wand and removed Hermione's soaked and dirty garments. With another wave of her wand, a clean sheet covered Hermione and finally, she conjured a basin of water and set about bathing Hermione's forehead and chest, talking to her soothingly as the healer worked.

Draco buried his head in his wife's hair; he had never anticipated even being in the room for the birth of his eventual heir; after of course, he had finally decided he wanted to have one. Yet here he was, holding his wife as tight as he could trying to give her all of his strength. She was shaking, crying, and screaming out in pain alternatively.

"Isn't this almost over?" He said glaring at the healer who was shaking her head at something.

"No," the healer said giving him a stern look before she went back to work.

His mother chuckled. "It shouldn't be long Draco; we can see the crown of his head."

Hermione was panting, trying not to push as the healer instructed. "It. Might. Be. A. Girl!"

Draco chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "We shall see, love, we shall see."

Notes:
Boy or Girl?
We shall see!

Cjean