Our Little Ray of Sunshine
Request: Hey, could you do a dramione oneshot where all the characters are still in hogwarts, Hermione is pregnant with Dracos’ baby and she has trouble giving birth. Could you include some Ron Bashing but maybe Ginny and Harry are friends with Draco cause they know how supportive he’s been? Does this make sense? Hope so, anyway than you! - Anon
Warnings: near death experience, Ron!Bashing, Teen Pregnancy, This does NOT follow canon.
Pairing: Draco x Hermione
A/N: I hope you liked :) I really loved writing this, if you have any requests then go ahead and send them in, or you can just ask me any question in general, I’d love to answer :)
Draco came bounding through the door, his clothes thrown on and hair worse than a birds nest. He had on a t-shirt brandishing the name of the world famous band, ‘A Bludger to the Head’, grey sweatpants and an odd pair of socks. All he knew was that Hermione had been admitted to St Mungo’s; that something awful had occurred; that he hadn’t been there to help her and that for the first time in his life he was well and truly afraid.
“What’s he doing here?” Ron bellowed, arms waving in the air and face turning a deep shade of red at the arrival of Draco.
Draco ignored the cries of fury coming from Rons direction, as he rushed over to Ginny, grabbing her by the shoulders and looking her straight in the eyes.
“Gin! I came here as soon as I heard, what’s happening? What’s wrong with ‘Mione? Is she alright?” Draco asked, rattling out question after question, his nerves showing as he got more frantic.
Ginny noticed the real fear etched onto his face, this sight alone terrified her. In the past year of them being friends she had never seen him this frightened, sure there were times when he was a little scared but at the moment the expression on his face scared Ginny more than anything.
Ginny didn’t know what to say, everything had happened so quickly. She was trying to remember what they’d been told just moments before, her mind couldn’t process it all. All Ginny knew was that something was happening to Hermione and the Baby, none of them knew what it was but from the way Harry had been thrown out and with how many healers kept rushing into the room and not coming back out it had to be serious, she couldn’t lose her best friend she just couldn’t, she wouldn’t let it happen.
“Gin? Are you okay? What’s happening?” Draco asked, his voice had calmed down a tad and he was staring into Ginnys eyes, Ginny had to look away, she couldn’t bare to see the fear swimming in those grey orbs.
“Draco … It’s … It’s the baby” Ginny managed to stutter out, she was on the brink of tears, only allowing them to fall when she saw Dracos’ whole body tense up.
“The baby? What about it? Ginny, I swear if you don’t tell me right now …” Draco bit out angrily, about to take all of his pent up anger and frustration out on Ginny.
However, he never got to finish his sentence because somebody had come up behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down,
“Draco, calm down okay? Just sit down and we’ll explain everything. I promise.“
As Draco spun around he saw that it was Neville who had spoken to him, he nodded stiffly before pulling a chair over and reluctantly taking a seat.
“Remember what’s happening is hard on all of us …” Neville told him.
Draco now had Ginny sat next to him, squeezing his hand tightly in support, Neville and Harry stood behind him, each with a hand on his shoulders and Luna was sat cross-legged at his feet a hand on his knee. He had to fight back a tear as he looked at the people surrounding him, they were the only people who gave him a chance when he started dating Hermione, they were the only people who didn’t throw insults or leave him when they found out he’d gotten Hermione pregnant at only 17.
“Hermione went into premature labour about half an hour ago, she seemed off all day so this morning me and Ginny brought her over here to get checked up.” Harry began.
“Why did no-one tell me?” Draco interrupted.
“She told us not to worry you because it probably wasn’t anything major. She said, well she thought, she still had 1 month left before the baby was due but it seems we were all wrong.” Ginny told him, squeezing his hand a little harder so that he knew she was there for him.
“Anyway, me and Gin were in there when all of the monitors began to beep, they were going crazy, ‘Mione just looked at me and told he to get you before she passed out and at least a dozen healers ran into the room. They insisted we leave so they could help her, we’ve been waiting to hear something for the last 20 minutes but nobody has come out.” Harry said, fighting back the tears building in his eyes.
Draco couldn’t move, something bad was happening and he couldn’t be in there to support her, anger was bubbling up inside and he knew that pretty soon he was going to blow. How could they all just be sat here? Why aren’t they trying to find out what’s wrong with her?
Neville had placed a hand on the back of his chair and was trying to get him to respond to whatever it was they had just asked him,
“Draco, we know it’s hard to hear all of this but just say something mate, anything,” Neville asked worriedly.
Just as Draco was about to answer a healer shuffled out of Hermiones room and made his way over to the group of Weasleys and co.
“Is … is she alright?” Draco managed to choke out, looking at the doctor, pleading that everything was okay and that they could all go home happy and healthy.
“I’m so sorry, the baby’s placenta was blocking the way out so we had to do an emergency c-section, your little girl barely made it out alive.” The doctor informed them.
Draco just stared at the doctor in shock, his mouth wide open. He had a little girl. Draco couldn’t believe it, he was a father and to a beautiful little girl no doubt, but what about Hermione?
“Can I see her?” Draco asked, referring to his daughter.
“I’m afraid we have had to put her in intensive care, you will be able to see her tomorrow morning,” The doctor replied.
“You said you were sorry” Draco began, “that doesn’t mean Hermione’s …” He couldn’t find the courage to say the word but the doctor looked at him sympathetically and sighed.
“No, she’s not dead but we don’t think she’ll be strong enough to survive the night, after we got your little girl out Miss Granger began to haemorrhage, she’s lost so much blood and if we tried to give her a blood replenishing potion then there is a high chance that her body will reject any new blood because of the quantity we would be replenishing her with. If her body did reject the blood then her body would go into shock and shut down. We’re keeping her on some drips in the hope she can recover quickly so we can give her a blood replenishing potion but she’s so weak that her body may not heal in time” The doctor informed them sadly, Draco was about to ask something when the Doctor interrupted him.
“ - and before you ask I’m afraid nobody can go in and see her not unless she recovers completely.“
Everyone stared at the doctor in shock, a blanket of silence enveloping the group.
Draco couldn’t take it any more he had to see her, he wasn’t going to let this man tell him what to do, he had to keep his promise, he had to be with her no matter what.
Draco began to rise and was storming towards the door when two pairs of arms grabbed him and held him in place.
Draco began thrashing around desperately trying to get them to free him so he could be with Hermione but they were having none of it. Draco hadn’t even realised he was fighting back until Harry whispered in his ear.
“Draco stop fighting us, it’s not going to do any good. We all want to see her but we can’t okay, just calm down, please. The healers know what they’re doing, everything is going to be okay.” Harry reassured him.
“NO, EVERYTHING IS NOT GOING TO BE OKAY! HERMIONE IS DYING IN THERE AND I AM GOING TO SEE HER. I WON’T LET HER DIE THINKING I DON’T CARE, I WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN.” Draco shrieked, trying his hardest to break free of the grips Neville and Harry had on him.
The healer who was watching this began to slip towards the door and before retreating into the room replied,
“I’m so sorry Mr Malfoy but you nor anyone else can see her it would just make her worse, I’m sorry.” and with that he was gone.
“NO! NO! LET ME IN! LET ME SEE HER, I NEED TO SEE HER PLEASE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I CAN’T LEAVE HER … I … I promised.” Draco cried. Harry and Neville had let go of him, as he crumpled on to the floor, head in his hands muttering frantically to himself.
“I promised her she wouldn’t have to do this alone … please … I love her don’t do this … don’t do this … please … please … I can’t let her die … I can’t let her die … I need her,”
Tears were running freely down his face and all the adults in the room were staring at him with regret and sadness plastered on their faces.
This boy, the boy they had tried to drive away, the boy they had accused of not caring, was sat in the middle of the floor on a ward at St Mungo’s praying for Hermione’s life. He didn’t care that all the patients on the ward were staring at him thinking him a mad man, all he cared about was Hermione, as long as she was okay nothing in the world mattered. It was then they realised this boy actually did love Hermione and would do anything for her, probably even die for her and they’d treated him like he was nothing.
…
Draco had stayed in the same position for almost 3 hours, the rest of the Weasleys, Neville, Ginny and Luna were all asleep on the chairs in the waiting room, not wanting to leave Hermione.
Draco looked up, his tear-stained face making his eyes puffy and skin red and blotchy, he caught sight of Ron and growled quietly.
Ron never did agree with Hermione and his relationship, he shouldn’t be here, not after what he did to Hermione. Friends don’t give up on each other because of who they love.
Draco wasn’t really one to talk though, most of his friends had abandoned him, the only friend from Slytherin that he had left, apart from those he had made in Harry, Luna, Nevile and Ginny, was Blaise.
“You alright mate?” Harry asked, walking over to Draco and sitting beside him. Draco hadn’t realised he was awake, he nodded silently, sniffing as he did, Harry handed him a handkerchief, which he took gratefully.
“I can’t lose her Harry, I just can’t,” Draco told him helplessly, staring longingly at Hermiones hospital door.
“She’ll pull through, she’s Hermione, she’s never failed anything.” said Harry, placing a soothing hand on Dracos shoulder.
“I sure hope so,” Draco whispered, before he fell asleep on the floor of the waiting room.
…
“Draco! Wake up,”
“What?” Draco said blearily, rubbing his eyes and looking up into the teary eyes of one Ginevra Weasley.
“She’s alright,” Ginny cried.
“She? Who - Hermione?” Draco said in sudden realisation, forgetting where he was and what was happening.
“Yes, she’s okay. She pulled through,” Ginny told him, tears of happiness running down her face.
“She’s alright?” Draco said in astonishment, tears falling from his eyes as well. Ginny nodded.
“Can I see her?” He asked urgently.
“Doctor said we could go and see her, we waited so you could be the first one.” Ginny replied.
As soon as he got confirmation Draco bolted for Hermiones hospital room door. He opened the door to find Hermione propped up on a pillow, her skin waxy and pale and hair clinging to her face.
“Hey there beautiful,” Draco whispered tentatively, reaching out to take her hand, finally feeling whole now that his hand was back in hers again.
“Hey there Dragon,” Hermione smiled weakly, brushing her thumb along his knuckles.
“I thought I’d lost you,” Draco whispered, burying his face in her shoulder.
“You’ll never lose me Draco,” Hermione assured him, kissing him lightly on the forehead.
The moment was interrupted by a nurse walking into the room, carrying a bundle of blankets in her arms.
“I have someone who wants to meet her mummy and daddy,” The nurse chirped, handing the most beautiful baby girl to Hermione, who had tears already dripping off her chin at the mention of her daughter.
“She’s beautiful,” Hermione said, reaching out to stroke the platinum blonde hair out of her baby girls face.
“The most precious thing in the world,” Draco agreed, a single tear escaping as his daughter reached out and took a hold of his pinky finger. “What shall we call her?” Draco asked.
“How about Cassiopeia,” Hermione suggested.
“It’s perfect,” Draco told her.
“We did good, didn’t we,” She said, never taking her eyes off Cassies little form.
“We sure did,” Draco agreed, “She’s our little ray of sunshine, our special little Cassiopeia.”