The room was frighteningly white. Items were beeping, and colourful vines were attached to his arms. His heart started to race. Draco assumed he was in some annoying version of Heaven—wait, was this Hell, he thought. He was shaken from the thought as heard an all too familiar voice, and recognized the delicious smell of eggs. Nope, definitely not Hell.
"I just hate that he might miss the birth," the woman's voice said.
Draco looked at the woman who was, in reality, his wife, squinting his eyes, "Gods, you two are talking as if I am on my deathbed or something," his voice was a bit strained and he felt weak, his stomach panging with hunger. Suddenly the sound of ceramic shattering as it hit the floor of the room caused him to flinch.
"You're awake…" Hermione said quietly, tears beginning to form. She sniffled, "I've missed you so much." The woman stood to move to her husband, pulling his head closer to her. She wrapped her hands around his cheek, "I love you so much, Draco Malfoy."
A smile began to form at the ends of his lips as he stared back into those amber coloured eyes. She had accepted him for who he is, "I love you too, sweetheart," he said. Hermione kissed his forehead and looked back at a second wizard who had just cleared his throat.
Theo stood from his seat with a cheeky grin as Draco noticed his presence. "I'll go get the good doctor," the brunette man said.
Draco sat up, taking in every ounce of energy that he could. "Wait! You're dead," he called dumbly.
Theo turned and looked quietly at his mate. Both men had clenched jaws, their eyes meeting for the first time in too long. They had tears of their own forming, but didn't want to be the first to let them drop. Hermione watched between the two in mere curiousity.
The standing wizard moved forward to the man sitting. He lowered himself to the edge of the mattress and turned to the blonde. Draco reached his hand out for Theo to take it. Theo willingly clasped it with his own, and pulled him into a hug.
Hermione's eyes widened with confusion through her tears. These two had hardly ever shown any type of appreciation toward one another, unless one were to classify calling each other 'arsehole' and 'git' a sort of warm compliment. However, near death experiences and magical comatose dreams can make ones' mind think differently.
"I thought you were dead, brother," Draco stated weakly.
"I thought I was too, but I'm not. It's so good to see you, but if we are ever in that type of situation again, don't you dare bind me!" Theodore retorted, as if testing a theory.
Draco stifled a laugh and without missing a beat, replied, "Not in your wildest dreams, mate! Just don't you dare ever kiss my girlfriend again, or I'll kill you myself."
"We've been over this a million times, Draco! She kissed me!" Theo exclaimed, breaking their embrace and jabbing a finger at Hermione, before pointing a curious look at the blonde man.
"I did what?!" Hermione broke into their conversation, "What is going on?" the witch asked still staring, flabbergasted. The wizards cleared their throats, and crossed their arms, as if what had just happened, indeed didn't.
"Uhh, yeah…uh." Theo looked at Draco, Draco eyed him back, "nothing," they both answered together. Theo knew she wouldn't believe him if he tried to explain that they shared a dream-like experience, and Draco was embarrassed that she knew the two friends has discussed that awful kiss and the fact that he was jealous.
Mister Nott cracked a smirk, "Something about 'it was like kissing my brother' was said. Honestly woman, you must be really mad for this one," he said gesturing to Draco, "Because I've got a tongue like Drooble's—and sister or not, you should have felt something."
"And just how would you know that you have a 'tongue like Drooble's'?" she inquired, eyes bulging.
"A bloke hears things about himself," Theo shrugged.
"Right." Hermione nodded, "Theo, I'll go get the doctor. For both of you."
"Yes, of course!" Nott patted his mate's leg, and gave him a crooked smirk, "Then I can ask Draco about what he was doing for so long at Honey's."
Hermione looked at him with a sneer, "What?" she whispered, "You know what, nevermind, I don't even want to know," and with that she disappeared from the room.
"Really, Nott?" Draco moaned.
"What? You were there! In the dream!—Wait, did you dream-cheat on Hermione because I totally dream-cheated on Matti!—Oh and if you say yes, know I'll still hit you, because morals."
"Dream? I was not dreaming, and I would never cheat on Hermione," Draco stated plainly, "Did the Healer happen to check your noggin?", he finished, tapping his temple with a finger.
"Yes, dream! We were in some muggle..aeromobile crash! We were each in a coma, which I fought my way out of first, may I add," Theo concluded pompously.
"Still not doing anything for me, mate." Draco shrugged.
"Oh I said the wrong word! What was it…Oh! Automobile!" he announced tapping his palm to his forehead. "My apologies!"
"What are you talking about? I was at Honey's, you nutter. I must have collapsed. I've been out for awhile, eh? Hermione is so pregnant now!"
"So you were at Honey's!" Theo accused with a waggle of his brows, "But really," his voice dropped to a whisper, "Don't let Granger Danger hear you say how big she's gotten. She didn't quite like when I asked her if there were two in there," he shuddered.
Draco slapped the other wizard's arm.
"Okay, okay!" Theo began, "On a serious note, mate…that was all a dream, none of it really happened," he dismissed. He reached for Draco's left hand, lifting it to the man's face, revealing a white-gold wedding band, "And she's not your girlfriend anymore, mate; she's your wife. From what I gather, the memories in your precious phial were true. Which means I actually did give that fabulous speech at your wedding—Sorry, I'm rambling—We should regain our true memories over time."
Just then Hermione reappeared and neither she nor Theo caught the shocked look on Draco's face nor his now pallid colouring.
"Miss Bettine will join us shortly," she said.
"Right!" Theo announced, "Well I'm going to hunt for a spot of tea. I'll leave you lot alone, but only on the premise that there be no rumpy pumpy." Hermione only rolled her eyes. Theodore cast the couple a devilish look and disappeared shouting casually over his shoulder, "Granger Danger, that eye-roll acknowledged my terms."
Due to his leaving, Hermione now had a space beside Draco on the rickety bed. She sat down, taking the wizard's hands into her own.
"Hermione, love—we've got to keep you safe," he pleaded, suddenly regaining the ability to speak, his eyes searching the room.
"What are you talking about?" she asked hesitantly, his tone worrying her.
"Bellatrix! I just feel like she might try to hurt you, since I guess I didn't fight on their side."
Hermione's mouth fell open. She wasn't sure what to say; she was hoping that he had not lost his memory completely. He obviously knew that she was his wife and hadn't panicked over the sight of her pregnancy. He knew his friendship with Theo.
"Draco, Bellatrix has been dead for a little over a month now," she stated calmly, looking at her husband with concern.
He raised his brows in surprise, "Are you certain?"
Moving her fringe aside, she licked her lips, and swallowed thickly, "Um, Draco, love," she began. She wasn't sure how to tell him this. Although she knew the ire he felt for the blasted woman and the happiness he radiated in when she was confirmed dead, she also knew that with his mind not in the right state, things could most definitely take a turn for the worse.
He stared at the woman before him with sorrow in his eyes; desperation even. "Draco, do you know what you do for work?" she continued.
He nodded promptly, "Yes; absolutely nothing. I haven't even finished Hogwarts, but I'm thinking I might be a Healer once day."
Sighing, shaking her head, "Draco we finished Hogwarts. We went back together. But, you? A healer? I say this with lots of love…but you hate people."
"That's not true! I like you," he began airily, "And Matti, and Honey, and even sometimes Theo! And lets not forget this little one," he said stroking Hermione's quaking abdomen.
"I'm sorry, you're correct." Hermione stated, drenched in sarcasm, "That was quite the argument. You like a whole five people, Draco." The pregnant witch smiled, before sighing and grasping his hand tightly, "Love, you're an Auror. You're the one who…" she shifted in her seat, giving Draco a reassuring squeeze, "You killed Bellatrix."
"No, my mother did. She blasted her to bits, you were there." Draco sputtered, panicking.
"No. Draco, that was you." Hermione said softly. "You tracked her yourself after your Father traded the intel to the Ministry to try and get out of Azkaban earlier. Harry was there, not me. He watched you do it. That's why we went to my parents' house for Christmas Eve. I could finally leave the flat again," she said, before her voice lowering to a whisper, "but look at where that got us."
Like a weight being lifted from Draco's shoulders, he sighed heavily, "Thank Merlin! I wouldn't have it any other way. The bitch had it coming for her. I'm just grateful for you and the baby being safe."
Relieved to have such a reaction from her husband, she let loose of her grip just as Matti entered the room sporting a bit of a new look.
"Mister Malfoy," she stated plainly, with a smile.
"Matti?" his grey eyes glimmered from the hospital lights. The pretty witch stood before him with a smile of her own, "You're not working at Honey's?"
"Vhy would I be working at Honey's, Draco? I guess it seems to be the consensus around here," she paused, "Is it the new glasses? Mister Walters next door seems to theenk I've got that sexy librarian look goin' on," she inquired cheekily, sliding the spectacles down her nose and giving him a wink.
From the doorway, Theo choked a bit on the tea he seemed to have found and quickly fled their view, presumably to find this 'Mister Walters' fellow and give him a talking-to.
"I would tell him 'arold is eighty-five, but I rather like 'ow feisty he gets," Matti winked and then she began her examination.
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The doctor left Draco's room to find her fiancé, just to be certain he wasn't terrorizing the old man. What she found thoroughly disturbed her. She had entered the room and when she didn't find Theo, nor Mister Walters in his bed, she traveled down a small hall to the toilet. Harold had his head bowed into the washbasin and Theo was standing behind him, his hands massaging the old muggle's wet hair.
Matti, grasping the doorframe to quell her laughter, loudly cleared her throat from the hallway.
"Not right now, Matilda!" Theo dismissed.
Matti cringed at the use of her given name.
"What? If you get to call me 'Teddy Bear', it's only fair," he reasoned.
"Right. Well, as Mister Walters's physician, I think I deserve to know what you're doing to my patient," she demanded playfully.
"What does it look like? The sweet ol' chap said he liked my hair so I'm showing him how I wash and condition, of course!"
"Of course, 'ow silly of me," she giggled. "Just come fetch me when you two are finished," she said, before hurrying off to tell what she witnessed to Hermione and Draco. Draco, she thought. They were both back.
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"Alright! You're doing great, 'Mione! Give us one good push!" Matti commanded, standing at the foot of Hermione's hospital bed, assisting the Mediwitch that the pregnant witch had chosen at the last minute for a birth at St. Mungo's. The lot of them had had enough of muggle hospitals.
Hermione was squeezing one of Draco's hands, and one of Theo's with her other. Sweat was pouring from her face; her heart pounded right through her chest.
"That's it, 'Mione! I see the crown!" Matti smiled, absentmindedly stroking her own tiny bump, and with one final push, a baby with bubble-gum pink hair was born and placed into the arms of the new mummy.
"Ahh, she's a Metamorphamagus," the Mediwitch smiled.
"Like Tonks." Hermione said to Draco, "She'll be delighted to see you carried that trait on."
"She's beautiful, just like her mother," he replied, kissing his wife on her head.
Theodore raised his hand to his head, "I think I need to sit dow—."
"Urgh," Hermione cringed, "Theo don't even think about it, take the baby," she demanded.
"Why? What's wrong?" he asked as he moved forward grabbing the bundle of pink, when suddenly Hermione started to scream.
Matti moved fast back to the edge of the hospital bed.
"What the hell is going on?!" Draco cried as Hermione grabbed tighter onto his hand.
"There's got to be another baby in there! So take my damned hand Draco Malfoy and shut up!" she pushed.
"What!" Just as he turned to ask Matti what was to happen next, she was already holding another baby, with pale blond hair. "It's a boy." she stated calmly, handing him over to his father. Draco held the bundle of blue and watched as his hair turned to a turquoise colour.
Hermione smiled, as Draco looked down at her. Theo stood on the other side, holding the baby girl.
Draco bent down and kissed his wife's drenched head, "Thank you, Hermione."
Theo smirked at his mate with a raised brow, "Five turns should do it, eh?"
Draco nodded and chuckled, "Thank the Gods for those five turns."
Hermione and Matti traded confused glances and shrugged, making their minds up to just ignore the silly talk between the two wizards.
"So what are we naming them?" Theo proposed.
"We?" Draco asked, "You've got your own to name in seven odd months!"
"But I'm the godfather," Theo stated simply.
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A/N: So a couple of you are said that you're confused! We didn't intend for that to happen! If you're still confused, let us know and we will clear it up for you when we post the epilogue (YES, THERE IS AN EPILOGUE)!
Ugh! We know, we are so sad that our first little baby is almost finished. However, we are writing on a new story! If you're a Wandlorian this goes out mainly to you lot. *whispers* Now, it won't be posted until we have a lot done with it BUT if you want to know WHAT REALLY happened with Voldemort, stay tuned. That's all you get to know for now. (Insert evil laughs here.)
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