The appointment was pretty simple. Hermione went in had her vitals checked, and the technician was chatty with Draco. She flipped her hair several times before prepping Hermione which only made the woman tense. The man couldn't see, he listened to the sounds from the machine as the flirty tech prodded and poked Hermione.
"So, you aren't from America then?" Sarah, the ultrasound tech asked Draco.
Hermione hemmed. "We both are from London," she said a bit firm.
Draco leaned down and kissed Hermione's forehead. "Yes, we are," he replied tenderly.
Sarah bristled a bit as she focused on the screen. "Well, looks like you are looking good, Miss Granger," Sarah declared with a forced smile.
"I have been warming her to the idea of Mrs. Malfoy, but she told me that I needed to make a proper proposal," Draco growled, and the technician laughed.
"Well, she has a point, Mr. Malfoy," Sarah responded and pulled her tool from Hermione's body. "The doctor will be in momentarily. I am sure the nurse went over the procedure and what is going to happen. Good luck and I will see you in a week!" she said while taking off her gloves.
Hermione exhaled and rested her head on the bed. "Now, for the waiting," she sighed, and Draco grabbed the chair nearby where he set his cane.
He sat down, his face next to hers and he stroked her hair. "Do you comprehend how proud I am of you?" He asked in a hushed tone.
"No, but you can show me later," she murmured.
The doctor soon came in and the procedure started officially. It went well for the most part and nothing significantly different that what was explained. A female assistant came in to help him and Hermione was put through the discomfort of poking and prodding before it was through. The assistant was running a machine over her abdomen and frowned suddenly.
"Doctor, I think you need to take a look at this," the woman said, and it made Hermione look up over her gown.
The specialist, Dr. Martez, glanced at the screen that faced away from Hermione. The woman watched the doctor's face turn from quizzical to shock. He looked down at the assistant and then at Hermione.
"We are going to take a few more ultrasounds, and then we will talk in my office, alright, Miss Granger?" Dr. Martez declared. "I am going to get the paperwork together. I will see you in my office. Everything looks healthy," he said evasively and left the room.
"He sounded nervous," Draco declared with a frown.
"I swear to god if he put the wrong sample inside me I am going to force him to get poked by an ultrasound rod," she growled, and the assistant giggled.
"You know, I wouldn't think that would hurt as much as a rough tussle with me, love," Draco teased, making Hermione scoff.
"Draco, I will push it into your dark recesses and twist it about roughly and see how you like it," Hermione snickered. "Plus the woman doing it was up for it with you if I have ever seen it."
Draco laughed hard and sighed. "I didn't notice. I was too worried about you," he replied with a bright smile.
"Don't be a prat; I know you noticed it," Hermione sighed and he groaned loudly.
"Granger, I am here supporting you put a baby in your belly, and you are telling me some tech girl is trying for my trousers," He mumbled, and the assistant laughed.
"Well, Miss Granger, we have all the pictures, and the Doctor will see you shortly if you want to get dressed," she told them and left swiftly.
Draco tilted his head back and frowned. "Are they all acting weird?"
Hermione sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Can you imagine the money your cousin put into this?" she asked, and Draco snorted.
"Some ungodly amount I am sure," Draco responded, and Hermione sat up with a moan.
"I am already so sore I just want to sleep," Hermione voiced while climbing off the table.
She got her clothes situated and swiveled her hips with a grimace. It wasn't even technically started yet and she felt exhausted. Draco took his cane in hand and took her arm as they left the room. Making their way to Dr. Martez's office, Hermione noted the door was cracked as they approached.
"No, of course, I understand completely. I will, of course, take full responsibility. I have a colleague in London who would be more than happy to assist." Dr. Martez murmured, and Hermione knocked. "Come in Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy," he called out.
Hermione walked into the room with Draco and shut the door behind them. The specialist was still on the phone as they sat down together across from him. Someone was speaking pretty firmly on the other end of the muffled speech Draco could hear.
"Of course. I will inform them in detail. I promise you, this is not our usual standard." The doctor declared nodding and his face was pinched. "Yes, I have all the documentation and will fax it to you as soon as I am done with them. Most certainly. I thank you for being so understanding by the mishap. Yes, thank you, Mr. Black. We will keep in touch, goodbye."
Draco frowned and folded his arm across his chest. "What did my cousin want?" he asked sharply as the sound of the phone being connected to its holder sounded.
Dr. Martez frowned and exhaled before turning to them entirely. "Miss Granger, there was a rather large error on our part today. Science is not fully guaranteed at times, and sometimes human's have yet to catch up to proficient tools to catch vital details," the doctor started to explain, and the woman paled.
"Please tell me I am not going to lose my baby," she whispered, and Draco squeezed her hand.
"The implantation went amazingly well. That is not the situation at hand. Our first set of ultrasounds didn't tell show us what he had missed until it was too late. You already had an egg fertilized in your uterus. Near three weeks by the look of the ultrasounds," he sighed heavily and handed her black and white pictures.
Hermione frowned and glanced at the two little black circles. "What?" she asked with wide eyes.
"What?" Draco spat with a frown.
The doctor nodded and pointed at the pictures. "This shows the second egg. We only placed one embryo in the implantation. By the look of it, it was naturally conceived prior to your visit, and we missed it on the scans."
"Granger, tell me what he is saying in stupid language because I am not following," Draco growled, now irritated he couldn't see the pictures.
"Draco," Hermione gasped. "He is saying you got me pregnant before we got here," she breathed, and her face paled. "You are telling me I am having two babies by two different people?" She questioned now feeling very faint.
"Wait, what?" Draco choked, and his cane dropped loudly on the floor. "I can't have children, there is no way," he said as his eyebrows ran to his hairline.
Dr. Martez made a scrunched face and exhaled. "Well, it is not unheard of to have this happen when preparing to conceive through IVF. I am truly sorry that we did not catch the error before implantation took place." He finished, and Hermione gulped.
"Are they in danger? Is something going to happen to my babies?" she asked, now more concerned than she was leading up to the procedure.
"Minimal as any other fraternal twins, but there will be a bit of change to your health agenda and needs. I will have my colleague in Britain be involved in the process most certainly."
Draco scrubbed his face and huffed. "You are telling me she is having my baby too?" he asked, still trying to wrap his head around it.
"Well, if you are exclusively seeing each other, I would assume so, Mr. Malfoy," Dr. Martez murmured, distinctly uncomfortable by the bluntness of the question.
Hermione squeezed Draco's hand tightly. "Draco, I am having two babies… I think I am going to hyperventilate." She exhaled, and he snapped from his bewilderment.
"Deep breaths, Granger. We will get back to the hotel and get you in bed," he murmured, and the doctor gave them a sympathetic gaze.
"You have our sincerest apologies for not giving you the proper preparation for such a surprise."
Hermione sighed and waved him off. "Regulus will take care of the paperwork. I just want to go lay down. Can I go now?" she asked politely, and Dr. Martez nodded.
"I will see you again for your appointment next week. Dr. Firenze will receive my updates regularly, alright?"
Hermione nodded and sighed. "Thank you. Draco, let's go." She murmured, and the confused man nodded.
They left the office, and Hermione was quieter than he could stand as they were riding back to the hotel.
O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O
The woman was stretched out on the large bed and Draco pulled away from her once he heard her breathing deepen after their last lapse in conversation. He pulled out his phone and stepped out into the living room. He shut the bedroom door and exhaled slowly before finding the sofa with his cane. He plopped down and scrubbed his face before pressing the large button.
It chimed, and he swallowed. "Call mother," he murmured.
The phone beeped and started ringing as it connected the call. "Draco? Is everything alright?" She asked and groaned. "It is nearly midnight, darling."
"Mother, I don't know what to do," he huffed, and she was deadly silent.
"What did you do to her, Draco?" she asked accusingly.
Draco groaned. "I didn't do anything. The appointment went well. The doctor did not catch something right away," he paused, and Narcissa sighed.
"What happened? You are troubled, and you would not be calling me this late if you weren't upset."
"I am not upset; I am confused. I should be worried, but I am actually happy. Mother, Hermione was pregnant before she got to the doctor's appointment; with my child," he finished, and his mother jostled the phone causing it to crackle.
"What?"
"They didn't catch it before they finish the procedure and now she has both of them nestled in her. I think I should be upset and worried for her, but I am not. I am hopeful," Draco murmured and bit his lip. "I don't want her to think I tricked her into this."
Narcissa was silent a moment or two. "Draco, was she upset?"
"No, she was just as stunned as I was. Neither of us were planning on such a thing. You have seen my medical records; the possibilities were so low I never thought it would happen," he declared and pushed down a laugh.
"Well," she said. "Where is she?"
"Sleeping. I think she needed to decompress."
"You need to call Harry Potter, Draco. If you both are going to be out there for two weeks, he needs to be able to talk to her. I have a feeling she is going to hide her feelings from you." Narcissa declared, and the man exhaled.
"I know, but what if he gets angry? I cannot stand the idea of disappointing her and causing her more stress." He confessed, and he felt the emotion building in his chest.
"I love you, son, but you need to tell her closest family."
"Alright, mother. I will do that now," he murmured, and she made a soothing sound.
"I love you, Draco. Congratulations, I am so happy that you are giving me a grandchild," he could tell she was trying not to cry.
"I love you too. I will call you at a more reasonable hour tomorrow," Draco declared.
"Good night, try to sleep." They ended the call and Draco set the phone on his chest and covered his face.
He psyched himself up and groaned, pressing the center button to hear it ping. "Call Potter," he ordered, and the phone dialed.
Draco pressed the phone to his cheek and heard the connection. "What's wrong? Draco, is she okay? She didn't call, we are dizzy," Ginny shouted from afar on the phone.
"Draco, how did it go?" Harry's voice chimed into the phone.
Draco launched into the day's events and explained in very intricate detail how the procedure went. Harry must have put him on speaker phone because Ginny was gasping and murmuring in the background. When he got to the part in the office, Ginny nearly squealed from shock and Harry cleared his voice.
"You are telling me that she is carrying your child too?" He asked.
"Yes, unless you know of anyone else she slept with near three weeks ago?" Draco asked, almost worried she had a fling with Charlie.
Ginny laughed. "No, Malfoy, she only has been shagging you. I know because she brags about it. I am quite sure you broke our friend."
"So you are telling me you hijacked her pregnancy?" Harry inquired, and Draco snorted.
"Potter, if I knew I could have kids do you really think I would have been so liberal about our excursions before such an important appointment?"
"He does have a point, Harry. I don't think either of them would have planned for this," Ginny agreed.
"How is she, Draco?" Harry questioned gently.
Draco sighed and covered his face. "As expected she came home and has been asleep on and off for the last two hours. I will be ordering dinner soon so she doesn't have to leave the room if she doesn't want to," he paused and huffed. "Harry, I am worried. One baby was scaring her and now with two… I don't know if she will let me be the strong one. I am concerned she will seal me off from her feelings because she is worried she might lose my child. I heard it in her voice today. She is scared of losing me because of this. I don't know how to make her feel differently."
Ginny and Harry were mumbling back and forth. Draco could imagine he covered the phone so he would only hear the muffling. They had a conversation, and then Harry cleared his throat.
"Okay, Draco. We are flying out tomorrow after we drop of the kids with Molly. I won't say why we have to go out there, but I will say it is important. Molly always said she doesn't mind watching the kids for us for emergencies. Make sure you don't tell her until we show up. I don't want her to panic."
Draco felt hurt by their swift action. "I can take care of her, Potter," he mumbled into the phone.
"Draco, we aren't coming out for her, we are coming out there for you. If you love her, you need to let us help you help her. Welcome to the family," Harry retorted with a small chuckle at the end.
"Me?"
"Yes, Malfoy, you need to let us support you, prat. If she isn't going to talk to you, she is going to need a woman's perspective and Harry is going with me to support you, twit." Ginny replied, and he could almost hear her roll her eyes.
"You don't have to do this," Draco pouted.
"Too late, I just bought the tickets. Expect us by dinner tomorrow. Email me the hotel information," Harry replied, causing Draco to groan.
"I always wanted to see New York," Ginny mused.
"Okay," Draco said a bit stiffly.
"Hey, Draco," Harry started with a light tone.
"Yes?" Draco muttered as he scowled.
"Congratulations, mate. You are going to be a dad," Harry responded with a chipper tone.
"See you tomorrow, Potters," he sighed, and they echoed his farewell before he hung up the phone.
Draco rested on the couch and thought deeply. So many things pounded on his brain. Then like a tidal wave it occurred to him. He was going to be a father. He was going to have a child he was connected to on a genetic level past cousin. Draco Malfoy was going to have a child… That brought tears to his eyes and he choked on the happy overwhelming emotion.
He was so overcome with the feelings that he sorted himself only enough to find his way back to the bedroom. The man found his destination, climbing on the bed to hold the woman who brought him such a gift. Draco wasn't sure if it was going to happen… so many things could happen in months… but for now, she gave him hope. He pulled her to him gently and tucked himself against her, kissing her hair.
She stirred enough to sigh, "I love you, Draco," Hermione breathed through sleep.
He nodded. "I most certainly love you," he whispered. "You are the greatest gift of my life, Hermione." He said tenderly.
She sighed lightly and pulled his arm closer to her. "Mine too. Mm, I don't want to wake up but I am hungry," she declared and he laughed.
"I will call room service shortly, alright?" he asked and she made a sound of agreement.
"Thank you for taking care of me," she exhaled and he felt her slack lightly.
Hermione was soon snoozing again, but Draco waited just a tad longer than he should have to get up. He wanted to relish this. This woman gave him the entire world… how could he not want to provide her with the same?
Their night was filled with food, snoozing and the telly keeping them company in between soft kisses. He knew when tomorrow came, things would be real and he wasn't sure how she would feel about him...