Something In The Way She Moves

Chapter 17: Accidents Happen







Draco cringed as the sound of retching came from the other side of the bathroom door. He knocked lightly and got a moan in reply.





“Are you alright?” He asked.





“No, I’m dying.” She groaned as her stomach heaved again.





“Are you sick?” He knew it was a stupid question, of course she was sick, she was vomiting her guts up.





“I think the shellfish was bad.” She cried.





“No, I had it too and I’m not sick.” He said. “I’m coming in.” He turned the knob and pushed the door open slightly. She was pale and sweating as she knelt on the floor in front of the commode.





“I’m dying.” She whined.





“You aren’t dying, sweetheart.” Draco said softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up and I will take you to the healer.”





“So he can officially tell me I am dying.” She moaned. Draco ran her a bath and helped her to her feet. She brushed her teeth, gagging as she brushed her back teeth. She removed her pajamas and climbed into the hot, fragrant water Draco had prepared for her, sighing as she sank shoulder deep in its warmth.





“You aren’t very good at being sick are you?” He asked, dipping a washcloth into the water and wiping her face.





“No.” She yawned. “I’m so tired.”





“Just relax, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He said, bathing her gently. She lay in the water and let him tend to her, his touch light and careful. He washed her hair and then helped her from the tub, drying her with a large, fluffy towel before helping her dress.





He made an appointment with his family’s private healer who fit them in easily. He was planning to leave when he got her settled in the examination room but she begged him to stay since she didn’t know the man who was going to be checking her out.





Healer Grant came into the room, his clothing slightly mussed and his spectacles sitting a bit crookedly on his nose.





“Alright then. Ms. Granger is it?” He asked, sitting down in a rolling chair and scooting closer to them. “What seems to be the problem?”





“She’s sick, Grant, why the hell else would she be here?” Draco snapped. The man was an old family friend and a great healer, even if he was a bit disorganized.





“Calm down, Mister Malfoy, I meant her symptoms.” The older man said as he withdrew a pad and quill from his pocket.





“Oh…well I’ve been really tired and nauseous for a few days and this morning I vomited for what seemed like hours.” She said. “I haven’t got much of an appetite either, everything I eat seems to upset my stomach.”





“When was your last bleed, Ms. Granger?” He asked. Hermione furrowed her brow and searched her memory.





“It was before Halloween but it was really light, it only lasted two days.” She said.





So….lets see, Halloween was about seven weeks ago….are you sexually active?”







“What does that have to do with anything?” Draco asked. “It’s her stomach that’s sick not her…woman parts!”





“Oh. My. God.” Hermione said, the blood rushing from her head and making her dizzy.





“Take it easy, Ms. Granger.” The healer said, getting to his feet when he saw her pale and begin to sway. “Take deep breaths and lay back.” He said, guiding her to lie back on the table.





Draco began to panic and reached for her hand. She was so pale already, he didn’t think it was possible for her to be any paler yet there she was, so white she was almost transparent.





“Let’s just confirm the suspicions before you get yourself all worked up.” The healer said, smiling kindly at her. He pushed her shirt up and unfastened her jeans before pressing the tip of his wand against her stomach just below her navel. The tip glowed blue and he made an odd clucking sound with his tongue.





“What? Why the clucking? What’s wrong with her?” Draco asked, looking between Hermione and the healer.





“You should have been more careful, Ms. Granger.” The healer said gently.





“I…I thought we were.” She said, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.





“Okay, I am bloody well confused, will someone please tell me what is going on here.” Draco was frightened by their cryptic tones.





“I’ll just give you a moment to talk while I gather some things to do a more thorough exam.” Healer Grant said as he stepped out of the room.





“Hermione, sweetheart, is it serious?” He asked, kissing her fingers.





“Well…yes. But I’m not sick, Draco.” She said. “I’m pregnant.”





“Fuck all! Are you joking?” She jumped, startled when he yelled. He looked crazed, his eyes wide and his mouth open.





“No…are you going to be okay?” She asked when he stood and began pacing, his breaths coming fast and erratically.





“Me? Okay? You’re pregnant.” He said, raking his hands through his hair and causing it to stick out all over his head. “A baby…my baby…I got you pregnant.” He barked an odd sound that she couldn’t quite distinguish.





“Draco….you need to calm down and breathe.” She said, worried now.





“Breathe? Right…breathe….baby…babies breathe.” He mumbled. “Babies need parents…I’m the parent…father…I’m the father.” His face was flushing and he was breaking out in a sweat as he paced the short distance between walls. Hermione sat on the edge of the exam table and watched him, not sure what to do. “I got her pregnant…going to have a baby…need a house…cot…trust fund…school fund…baby…”







His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he crumpled to the floor. Hermione gasped and hopped down from the table to kneel beside him, pulling his head into her lap. She called for the healer and tapped his cheeks lightly.





“Draco!” She called his name. The healer came in and knelt beside her, taking Draco’s wrist between his fingers. “He started pacing and rambling then suddenly he hit the floor!”





“He probably hyperventilated. No doubt he was just as shocked as you are, and knowing his father he is entitled to a certain degree of panic.” The healer said. “And you are unmarried.”





“That doesn’t concern anyone but us.” Hermione frowned. “Right now I am worried about Draco.”





“I’m fine.” He said, opening his eyes slowly to smile up at her. “Hey, Granger.”







“Hey, Malfoy. You scared me half to death.” She said, running her fingertips over his brow. “Are you going to be alright?”





“Yeah…just wasn’t expecting…you to be expecting.” He said on a chuckle. He said up slowly and shook his head as he took deep even breaths.





“You aren’t the only one.” She said, frowning in his direction.





“What’s that look for? I didn’t do it on purpose!” He said. “Don’t blame me, you were there too.”





“Do you make a habit of impregnating witches? You careless, prat!” She shoved away from him and climbed back onto the exam table.





“No, you are the first.” He said.





“And if you want to keep your…baby maker…I had better be the only.” She said.





“Well, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to make sure mother and child are doing well and then the two of you can continue this later. Somewhere else.” Healer Grant interrupted.





Hermione laid back and the healer began poking and prodding at her belly with his fingertips. He withdrew his wand and pressed it to her tummy and began casting the spells that would tell him how she and the baby were doing.





“Well, everything appears to be going normally.” He said. He muttered something quietly and the room was suddenly filled with a soft, rhythmic whooshing noise. “As you can hear, the baby has a very strong heartbeat.”





“That…that’s our baby?” Draco’s eyes lit up and Hermione was surprised to see him so excited.





“Yes, Mr. Malfoy. All seems to be well with mother and child. Your due date is June 30th but that is just an estimation, babies have a way of coming when they feel good and ready. I would say you conceived sometime in mid to late September. I am surprised that you didn’t realize something was amiss sooner but some women do not present symptoms early on.” He said, helping Hermione to sit up. “I will give you some literature to read and some prenatal potions to help replenish what the baby will take from you. You should come see me again in about a month; you can make an appointment on your way out. Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy, Ms.Granger.”





The room was silent as a tomb when he left. Hermione looked up to find Draco standing beside her, a slow smile spreading across his lips before he started laughing.





“What is so darned funny?” She asked.





“I don’t know, but I suddenly feel like a god.” He laughed.





“You are certainly arrogant enough.” She said. “You have proven your virility, congratulations.” She said.





“Thanks! I’m quite excited now that it’s sunk in.” He said. “I knocked you up, Granger.”





“I’m glad you are so happy, you twit.” She said shaking her head. “This isn’t a joke, Malfoy, I am carrying a child, a real live person who will come into this world and depend on us for everything. EVERYTHING.”





Draco pulled her into his arms, kissing her lips lightly.





“I know it isn’t a joke, believe me, I nearly had a heart attack at first. But when I caught my breath I realized that this is amazing. You are going to have my child, how wonderful is that?” He whispered. “You are bloody brilliant.”





“Why, because I was caught up in you to the point I was careless and ended up pregnant?”





“No, but that is flattering.” He laughed. “It’s because I know that my child will be incredible simply because you are its mother.”





“What a sweet thing to say.” She said, tears welling in her eyes.





“It’s the truth. This isn’t a bad thing, Hermione. It’s wonderful. You’ll see.” He said, his future suddenly opening wide before him and filled with possibilities. “Let me take you home so you can lie down. I have something I need to take care of.”





“What? Do you want me to come with you?” She asked.





“No, I want you to lie down and rest. It’s a surprise anyhow.” He said, kissing her nose. “I love you.”





“I love you too.”









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After they left the healer’s office Draco took Hermione back to his flat and tucked her into his bed. He left her there, sleeping soundly with Studly curled up next to her. He was gone for quite sometime and returned close to dinner time to find her sitting on the sofa reading.





“You’ve been gone nearly all day.” She said softly. I was beginning to worry that you had run away.” He knelt down on the floor beside her and realized that he was wearing dress robes beneath his cloak.





“I wouldn’t run away with out my dog.” He smirked. “I need you to come with me, Luv; I have a surprise for you.”





“Draco, why are you wearing dress robes?” He took her hand and pulled her up from the sofa. “Wait…I need my shoes and cloak.”





“No you don’t.” He smiled. “All I need is you.” He patted the dog on the head then wrapped his arms tight around her. With a nauseating sensation and a loud crack they vanished from his living room and reappeared in a lavish hotel suite.





“Where are we?” She asked, looking around. She noticed two women, identical twins, dressed all in black standing in the sitting are. “Who are they?”





“They are going to help you get ready.” He said, his constant smiling was making her nervous.





“Ready for what? Draco, what is going on here?” She asked again.





“Just trust me, let them help you get ready and I will be back shortly to get you.” He nudged her chin with his fist and kissed her softly. “I love you.”





He nodded at the women and left her alone with them. She learned that their names were Kelly and Kara just before they stripped her and shoved her into the shower. Neither of them was willing to tell her what was going on as they styled her hair and made her up. They kept smiling and telling her how lucky she was, though. Which only confused her more. What was happening and why was it such a secret?





Kara…or maybe it was Kelly, she couldn’t keep them straight, walked into the room carrying a large silver garment bag with Malkin Original’s scrawled across the bottom. A silver bra and matching underwear were laid out on the bed alongside a pair of silvery silk stockings. She was given privacy to change into them and then the girls were back, carrying an ivory velvet gown and netted petticoat.





“Oh! That gown is…Oh my.” Hermione said breathlessly as she stared at the incredible garment.





“Mr. Malfoy paid a small fortune for the gown, he was very specific about what he wanted and Madame Malkin herself worked almost non stop to have it ready for tonight.” Kara (or Kelly) said.





They helped her into the petticoat that tied at her waist, and then gingerly slid the velvet gown over her head. It was fitted at the bodice and sleeves with a wide, ballet neckline. It was snug to the waist where a ruby satin sash was tied in a bow at the back before falling into a wide, flowing skirt that nearly brushed the floor. A matching satin ruby headband was placed in her hair that now curled perfectly down her back.





She stepped into velvet slippers and the “girls” laid a matching velvet cloak lined in ruby satin over her shoulders. No sooner had they tied the bow at her throat then Draco returned. He stopped in the doorway and she could see him swallow hard.





“You look amazing.” His voice cracked when he said the words.





“Thank you…are you going to fill me in?” She asked, aware that Kara and Kelly had left them alone.





“You and I are going to be married, Hermione.” He said softly.





“Married? What…tonight?” She asked, suddenly feeling like an idiot not to have considered that her gown was a wedding dress.





“That’s where I have been all day, planning our wedding.” He said.





“Oh, Draco, you don’t have to marry be because of the baby…” She gasped when he slid to his knees before her.





“I’m not.” He said, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a small white box. “I was going to give this to you on Christmas, but I couldn’t wait.” He opened the box and she began to cry. Nestled in white satin was a large, oval shaped diamond in a platinum setting with a matching diamond wedding band. “I was just going to give you the diamond for Christmas, I bought the band today.”





“What…why?”





“Because I love you and once the shock wore off this morning I realized that I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to marry you.” He said softly, taking her hand and sliding the diamond ring onto her finger.





“So you aren’t just trying to do the right thing because I’m pregnant? You were going to ask me anyhow?” She sniffed, thankful that they had used magical cosmetics so that her face wouldn’t run.





“I was going to ask you anyhow.” He said. “Though I won’t deny that I prefer to be married before our child is born so I won’t lie and say that it didn’t factor in to my decision to move things more quickly.”







“So you decided to just surprise me with a wedding?” She asked, stunned.







“I wanted to suggest we elope but I figured you would want something a little more special than a quickie marriage at Gretna Green.” He smiled. “We are still at Gretna Green but it’s no quickie.”







“Draco, are you…do you really want this?” She was completely overwhelmed and concerned that it was just another impulsive decision they were making.







“Oh, I am very sure, Hermione. I want this very much.” He said, looking up at her. “And I really want you to tell me that you are going to marry me so I can get off of the floor, my knee hurts.”





“Oh god! I…yes…yes I will marry you.” She laughed as he stood, groaning and bending over to rub his knee. She couldn’t believe she was going to do it. She was going to marry Draco Malfoy and she was going to have his child. “Draco, do you think we will ever plan anything or will our whole lives be one spontaneous decision after another?”







“Planning takes all of the fun out of it.” He smirked. “I like what we have, Luv, its exciting and impulsive and bloody perfect.”





“So we are getting married?”







“We are getting married.” He said, squeezing her fingers.







He led her out of the room and down to the lobby of the hotel then out onto the snow covered veranda. Candles flickered inside glass lanterns as the snow fell lightly around them. A minister stood beneath an arch covered in red poinsettias, smiling as they approached. Draco cast a warming charm around them as they listened to the minister talk about the sanctity of marriage.





Neither was paying very close attention to the words, they were staring at each other with huge smiles on their faces, completely amazed by what they were doing. It was almost surreal as they recited their vows and slid their matching bands onto each others fingers. When the minister pronounced them man and wife they began laughing, smiling through the kiss that sealed their vows.





“So…Mrs. Malfoy…would you care to join me for dinner?” He asked.







“Absolutely, Mr. Malfoy.” She said, sliding her hand through his bent arm and allowing her husband to escort her to dinner.













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So you guys were poking in the right direction…baby and elopement…..