An Unexpected Turn of Events

Warning: This scene gets kind of graphic. More medical stuff than horrible images. I hope you all like long chapters, because this is a really long chapter.

Draco paced back and forth through the hall outside of the operating room. It had been seven years since he had even thought of Hermione Granger, much less wanted to see her. And of all places, she had shown up, obviously very pregnant and nearly beaten to death, in his trash incinerator.

‘Jesus Hermione. You always seem to get yourself in more trouble than you’re worth.’ Draco thought as he tried to remember back to the last time he had seen her. Suddenly, memories of their long lost affair came flooding back to him.

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He lit a dark cigar with his wand and leaned back against the pillows. He smirked to himself as he listened to the panting from the body lying beside him. Her smooth skin glowed a bluish colour under the silver of the moon and the green and silver bed hangings of the dormitory, and she still had her wrists bound to the left poster of the bed where he had tied them only three hours before. He looked over at her. She was radiant in this light. Her long brown hair was matted and tangled with sweat and her brown eyes were glossed over. Her body continued to contract with orgasm even though he hadn’t touch her in minutes.

Draco smirked again over his obvious talent at fucking the un-fuckable women and looked down at his own body. He was drenched in sweat from head to toe. He was covered from his cutaways down with the sheet and every muscle in his body felt like he had just run it through an intense work-out regimen. ‘God, I’m good!’ He thought to himself. For several minutes, he smoked his cigar to the glorious sounds of his mistress panting. Finally, she found her voice.

“Draco…can you untie me?” Her husky voice choked with her heavy breathing, but she was conscious of the fact that she was still bound. He looked at her again. She was gazing up at him with her honey brown eyes, her chest heaving with her every breath. He watched her breasts rise and fall. She was covered from the waist down, but her perky breasts and perfect white skin was fully exposed to his every desire. He waved his wand and she pulled her wrists down and rubbed them gently. She hadn’t been hurt, but the movement was an odd feeling after she had been bound for hours, at the mercy of her arch enemy’s every will, desire and touch.

“So. How do you feel Ms. Granger?” Draco’s question was basically scripted. She always answered the same exact way. After the first time he had brought her back to his room, Draco had started to make screwing Granger a weekly part of his work-out schedule. Every third night or so, Hermione would meet him outside of the Syltherin quarters and Draco would take her back to his room underneath his invisibility cloak. It was easier for her to come to his bed than for him to go to hers. After all, the other guys never questioned when their was a girl screaming from Draco’s bed at night. In the Gryffindor tower, perfect virgin Granger probably never had any male suitors come and screw her like he did. Plus Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle were all aware that he was fucking the enemy.

“Well Malfoy. I never knew sleeping with the enemy could feel so good.”

These sexual encounters continued. At first it wasn’t such a big deal. So what if Draco was cheating on whatever girlfriend he held as a cover for the week, it was expected. All of that changed however, when Ron kissed Hermione for the very first time. Before he realized, his fuck buddy was now caught up in two relationships. A mental and supportive one with the red-haired Weasel and the physical and sexual one she hid. But the physical relationship got complicated when Ron wanted to take their relationship farther.

Draco remember one night when he was studying in the Room of Requirement like he did on occasion when he suddenly heard a girl sobbing. When he turned he could see Hermione trying to regain her composure as she walked toward him. He stood up, prepared for something he really didn’t want to hear. After all, Hermione was only good for one thing for him. Or so he thought.

“Granger?”

“Draco. I need a fix.” Hermione’s voice was stiff, but she kept her face down and pulled her sleeves down. Draco knew something bad had just happened. He lifted her chin up to look at him with his left hand and that’s where he saw it. Across her face was a thick handprint and her right eye was black. He reached down and looked at the wrists she had just tried to conceal. Around her wrists were rope marks. She cried again and pulled away from him.

“Please Malfoy. I just need a fix. I wouldn’t be asking you in broad daylight if I didn’t really need it.” Draco couldn’t believe what he was actually hearing.

“He beat you didn’t he?” Draco’s voice was cold, calm and steady, but he almost faltered watching her shake. It was obvious that she didn’t want to tell him what had happened, but he wasn’t going to have sex with her until he knew why she needed it.

“Malfoy, it isn’t any of your business. But I am. What we have is business. I’ll fucking pay you, just please…do me?”

“Listen Granger. I don’t like you. I don’t have feelings for you and I am not your friend. But I am not going to have sex with you until I know what just happened to you.”

Hermione shook violently and turned away. She tried to regain her composure, but it didn’t work. So she finally broke down and walked toward the exit. There was something she really didn’t want him to know. After she left, Draco ducked under his invisibility cloak and followed her. She got out of the corridor and ran out toward the quidditch field. Ginny was out their watching Harry practice and that was who she was going to find.

Ginny and Hermione walked into the girls bathroom and that was where Draco heard the entire conversation.

“I don’t know what to do Ginny. What I am about to tell you is going to be really hard because…”

“It is about Ron, isn’t it?”

Hermione nodded.

“Hermione. I know blood is supposed to go deeper than water. But you are my best friend and no matter what he did. I need to know why you are avoiding your boyfriend.”

Hermione leaned against the sinks and bit her bottom lip gently. After a decent while she went off into the story.

“Ginny. What I am about to tell you is really going to be hard. Understand. I need you to really listen to me. Some of it is about your brother. I love you. Promise me you won’t freak out?”

“Yes Mione. I promise.” After a deep breath, Hermione began.

“Do you remember when Ron first kissed me and we became a couple? Well, after a while, Ron wanted to take our relationship to the next level. I told him no. Ginny…I wasn’t ready for a…” Hermione lowered her voice so much, Draco had to lean farther forward than he would have liked to hear her,

“…sexual relationship.” Her voice gained a little strength after she said it, but she still whispered. “He agreed to wait until I was ready, but every day he asked me if I wanted to…and I always told him, not yet. Until today…”

Draco watched as Hermione pulled out her wand and undid a concealing charm she had used to cover the marks on her body. She hadn’t done that in front of him. Ginny’s face went pale, paler than it already was. She reached out, horrified and touched the handprint on Hermione’s face.

“Mione…what happened!? What did Ron do to you?” Hermione cringed and rolled up her sleeves so Ginny could see the rope marks.

“He told me he had a picnic set up down by the lake where no one could see us. He said he wanted to talk to me about something involving Harry and Voldemort and he made a meal for us. I thought he was being so sweet and understanding, I didn’t even notice when he slipped my wand out of my pocket. The next thing I knew, he had thrown me to the ground and was tying my hands behind my back. He told me…he said he loved me and that this was only going to hurt a little.”

Hermione was breaking down into uncontrollable sobs. Even Draco, who normally felt nothing for a woman, was fighting the urge to take her into his arms and calm her. Her cries made him feel something he had never experienced before. Compassion. Ginny pulled Hermione toward her and embraced her gently, but nodded at her to continue the story. Horrified as she was, Hermione needed to say everything before Ginny freaked out and went after her own brother for revenge. Ginny, was a very sensible, compassionate and vengeful witch.

“Ginny. He started to…he started to.” But the words wouldn’t come. Hermione cried even louder. “And then when I tried to fight him off of me, he hit me! He called me a stupid bitch and told me to hold still. Ginny! It was horrible. Everything hurt. I felt so disgusting and used and violated. And then he just left me there, smirking. He said ‘Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?’ And then he tried to kiss me, but I pulled away. That’s when he…” Hermione pointed to the handprint across her face.

“Mione, you need to tell someone about this! Tell Harry!” But Hermione shook her head violently.

“NO! Ginny, Ron is Harry’s best friend. I’m only the third person. He would believe Ron over me. Ron’s probably already told Harry how he scored with me. If I tell him it was rape, he would just laugh and say I was over-reacting.”

“Hermione, I don’t think Harry would…”

“You don’t know Harry like I know him Ginny. Trust me. When it comes to Ron, I’m the odd woman out.” And with that Ginny held Hermione while she sobbed for a while.

Draco suppressed his urge to say something and curled tighter under the invisibility cloak. Draco seethed in anger. Ron Weasley had done this. Even though Granger didn’t mean anything to him, the fact that she, as a girl, had been raped and beaten by her boyfriend made Draco that much more desperate to annihilate the Weasel. After all, hadn’t his father taught him never to hit a lady. Even Lucius had taught Draco that lesson when he had hit a little witch girl on the playground. After a good thrashing, the lesson was clear. Men never hit women. Ever. Under any circumstance. Hexing was a different matter, but never physical violence.

“Hermione. I’m going to go tell Professor McGonagall about this. An adult needs to know. I can‘t believe you lost your virginity by rape.” Ginny fumed and started to walk towards the bathroom door and Hermione didn’t stop her. But her next statement would.

“I didn’t lose my virginity to Ron.” Ginny stopped dead in her tracks. She turned to look at her best friend and search her face for some kind of an explanation.

“WHO!” Ginny cried a little bit louder than she had originally intended.

“…Promise you won’t freak out?”

“Hermione you didn’t…”

“Please Ginny…promise me you won’t freak out!” Ginny took a deep breath and nodded, seating herself on a sink in case Hermione told her what she already was thinking.

“I promise. Now who was it?”

“…Draco Malfoy.”

Hearing her say his name was like a general yelling attention to a soldier. Draco looked at Hermione and searched her face for some kind of emotion. He found it immediately. Under the red handprint, Hermione was blushing a crimson colour almost as vivid as the Weasley girl’s hair. Ginny, obviously in shock, stared at Hermione. The two girls finally broke the silence with a crazed sort of high pitched giggle.

“Oh my God! Hermione Granger?! I thought it would be Harry? How!! You slept with the God of Slytherin?!” The mixture of horror, awe and excitement made Draco a little confused. The God of Slytherin? Did all the girls in Gryffindor call him that?

“Yeah…the very same.” Ginny was suddenly on her feet, almost jumping with excitement.

“Is he as good as everyone says he is?!” Hermione and Draco were both dumbfounded. “Is he really almost nine inches long and thick as a black guy?”

By this point, Hermione was laughing so hard she couldn’t speak and Draco, under the cover of his cloak, was blushing so hard he didn’t know if he wanted to hear this conversation. However, curiosity got the better of him. Finally, Hermione regained the miracle of speech.

“Wow, way to be blunt Ginny.”

“I want to know! Dean Thomas said he saw Draco in the locker rooms and it made him feel a little small. So is it true?!”

“Yeah, it’s true. It’s impressive and true.” Ginny was awestruck.

“What was it like?”

Hermione looked at her for a second and thought about it.

“Well, to be honest, it is fantastic. Can you keep a secret?”

“If it is about Draco Malfoy, of course!”

“I guess we both had a little too much to drink one night and the next thing I knew, I was naked in Draco’s bed. After that, we kind of, just, started fucking around.”

“Wait…you’ve done him more than once?!” Again Ginny’s eyes grew to almost four times their size and Hermione laughed again.

“Every third or fourth night for three months. After Ron raped me. I went and found him and asked him if he would do me.”

“YOU WHAT! WHY?!”

“Because it hurt so bad when Ron did it. I felt like I was being ripped in two. Every time he touched me it hurt and after a while I was in so much pain I couldn’t breathe.”

“Why would you want to go have sex after you had just gotten raped?”

“…Because it doesn’t hurt when Draco touches me. When he ties me up, he doesn’t use ropes and he doesn’t hurt me. He is gentle and sensual. Other times he is ferocious and passionate. But every time, it goes on for hours and afterward I feel like every bit of stress has been lifted from my body. I thought, maybe, the pain might go away if he gave me a round of amazing sex. It might make me forget about what Ron did to me and help me be able to go back to him.”

That comment horrified Draco. She was still going to go back to him. After that, Draco was sure he had to intervene.

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Draco continued to pace outside the hall. Ron had abused her back then, no doubt he was the one who had beat her this time. Draco couldn’t stand the fact that she had ended up going back to him. But the past is the past. After the war ended, He had gone to a finishing school in France and she and the Weasel had gotten married. Since then, Draco hadn’t even thought about Hermione Granger.

But here she was. Suddenly one of the apprentice healers came out of the operating room. He was pale as a ghost and pulled his mask down so he could talk with Draco. From the look on his face, it didn’t seem like this was going to be very good news.

“Don’t skim around the bush Dr. Johnson. Is she going to make it or not?” Draco’s comment was very blunt, and the healer was slightly taken aback by the cold nature of the comment.

“She has a ruptured spleen, a burst appendix and several other major internal organ injuries. It is so bad, we can’t tell whether there are seven or eight ribs that are cracked. The issue is, she is only 32 weeks along and the babies are losing oxygen fast. We are going to have to take them out now if there is going to be any chance for them.”

“And Hermione?”

“Either way, the damage to her body is so severe, we don’t know whether she is going to make it or not. But baby A, the boy, has wrapped the cord around his neck and the placenta is nearly severed. He is the worst. Baby B…we can’t even see her under the massive amount of internal bleeding. So far, they both have heart beats. But without an emergency C section…they might…”

“Take them out. I’m coming in. If she dies, I am claiming them. I won’t let those children fall into the hands of her husband. He is the one who did this to her.” Draco was firm and unwavering on that issue. He had almost watched his son die. He wasn’t about to let any other child suffer.

“Alright then. Scrub in and come to the right side.”

And with that, the twelve hour surgery began.

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Draco stood beside the head doctor and observed the damage. Hermione lay across the operating table, unconscious and on a respirator. They had peeled back the skin over her entire midsection and she reminded Draco of the pigs and cats that they had to dissect in medical school. Her heart rate was uneven and the sixteen doctors were trying to cauterize the wounds. At least enough to keep her from bleeding into her abdomen.

“Alright. The procedure will begin as such. We will remove Baby A, whose placenta has officially been severed. He has an irregular heart rate. The prenatal cardiologist will take him and section A will work on Baby A.” The A section of healers and doctors nodded and stood near the incubator labeled, BABY A.

“Section B will be standing nearby. One we remove Baby B, she will be taken with section B and they will check her vitals again. So far, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with her, but at this stage of development, I am worried about her lungs.” Section B nodded.

“Sections C and D will be assisting me with the appendectomy and the removal of the spleen and part of her liver. Ms. Granger is in an induced coma so her heart rate should be steady, however, Section E, you will be on hand to complete the blood transfusions and repair and cardiological damage that has occurred that we haven’t noticed yet. Respiratory team and endocrinologists are on staff in Sections F,G, and H. They are here for whatever is going to happen. Healers 1,3,5 and 7 will be holding back the ribs and skin flaps and Healers 2,4 and 6 will be watching those vitals at all times. Are there any questions?”

When no one asked any questions, the Head Doctor, Dr. Lorenzo, picked up his instruments and looked down at Hermione.

“Alright then. Good luck team. Let’s fix this woman up right.”

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The surgical team worked quickly. It had been thirty-five minutes since they had begun the surgery and everything seemed to be going alright. Baby A however. Was not as agreeable as the doctors had hoped and his situation was becoming more and more dire every minute he stayed inside the womb. Hermione had developed preeclampsia and every moment counted. The surgeons worked to remove the umbilical cord from around the infant’s neck and some of the other surgical team searched frantically with the camera to find the placental breech and try and cauterize it before Hermione bled out and killed all three of them. After a grueling hour and twenty minutes, Baby A came out. His heart was fading quickly and he wasn’t breathing. He had turned an awful shade of purple. Draco watched as the surgeon handed the baby to the prenatal cardiologist and followed them with his eyes as they rushed him to the incubator and hooked him up to several machines. The beeping noise Draco heard next, terrified him. Hermione’s heart rate had spiked.

“She’s going into cardiac arrest. I need a crash team, stat.” Draco turned away as he listened to the sounds of the crash cart being pushed near Hermione. The doctors yelled clear and he could hear the jolt of Hermione’s body hitting the table. It took them five shocks to resuscitate her. Finally, the familiar beeping noise returned. However, now Baby B was at a greater risk of having the cardiopulmonary resuscitation causing injury to her little body.

“Alright, Baby B. Get her out of there!” The doctors rushed to cut and cauterize the cord and remove the placenta from Baby B’s body. It took them seven minutes to do this, but twenty-three minutes after her brother, Baby B came out. Draco watched in awe as the little girl, who was larger than her brother, was carried away toward the incubator with her label on it. The healers worked on her for several minutes, pulling fluids out of her nose and throat and checking her heart. Suddenly, a familiar sound echoed through Draco Malfoy’s ears. After three minutes of being cleaned off, Baby B let out a heart wrenching scream and started to wiggled about, as much as a newborn could. The nurses smiled and examined her carefully.

“Is she ok?” Draco asked, rushing toward the incubator. She was so small and fragile looking, but she had a gentle brush of dark red hair and barely weighed five pounds. Draco was overwhelmed with emotion as he looked on the baby.

“She is fine. Are you ok?” The head of the B section healers looked at Draco and smiled when she saw the look in his eyes. The worst was over and it looked like Hermione’s daughter was going to be alright for now.

However, Hermione was getting worse.

“SHE’S SEIZING!” The yell of the doctor forced Draco to turn his head, just in time to see Hermione’s body, wracked with horrible shaking. He watched as they poured drug after drug into her Iv’s and tried to calm her body. The surgical team was worried.

For hours, Hermione’s body was wracked with seizures and heart failure. They had removed her spleen, appendix, one of her kidneys, part of her liver and they were suturing fractures in her skull and repairing the damage done to her rib cage. Surgery continued late into the evening, but Draco stood beside Hermione and watched, and waited. Finally, after sixteen hours, Hermione was in stable condition, bandaged and stitched up and in an induced coma to aid in her healing. Draco, as well as all of the other surgeons, were exhausted.

“What do you think her chances are going to be?” Draco asked Dr. Lorenzo as they walked down the hallway. He shook his head lightly.

“Listen. I don’t know how that girl is even still alive after all of this. I will be damned if she makes it through the night. Mr. Malfoy, you gotta understand, If she lives through tonight, she may never wake up. And even if she does…I don’t know how everything will work out. She could be a vegetable.”

“So, what should we do?”

“Well, someone has to sign the twins’ birth certificates. They have no name, or parent signatures…”

“I’ll sign it.” Draco was very set on this, but Dr. Lorenzo wasn’t so sure.

“Draco. If she dies…”

“If she dies, then I want to take care of the babies. I will pick their names if she doesn’t wake up within a week. But for now. Malfoy. And I will sign it.”

And with that, the two men went down to the hall of records so that Draco Malfoy could sign the twins’ birth certificates. It was the least he could do. He couldn’t save Hermione, but he was damn sure going to save her children.

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Hermione sat on a windowsill in the girl’s bathroom. She had just watched Ginny leave and had locked the bathroom door behind her. At this moment she was staring blankly out the window at the quid ditch field in the distance. Ron was out there. Even from this distance she could see his flaming red hair flying with the wind. She hated him.

It wasn’t enough that he had raped her. He had beaten her, and slapped her. And with everything he had hurt her more than she had ever thought she could be hurt. He had gotten on top of her and forcefully taken her body, covering her clothes with semen and then kissing her like it was just another date. The sound of the zipper of his pants still rang out in her ears and she couldn’t remember the last time she had cried that hard. Everything in her body hurt. She couldn’t stand even thinking about what he had done to her. She covered her breasts with her arms and leaned backwards, closing her eyes. For a moment, the silence made her feel almost like she was safe.

“It isn’t your fault Hermione.” She fell off the ledge and scrambled to her feet, brandishing her wand like a sword and staring out into the bathroom.

“WHO ARE YOU!” Hermione’s voice was shaking with terror. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” Draco took off the invisibility cloak, exposing his muscle shirt and tight black jeans. His hair was well done and slicked back and his posture was perfect.

“It’s just me Hermione.” Draco held up both his hands to prove that he didn’t have his wand. She released.

“Draco. What are you…how?”

“I followed you and Ginny. I wanted to know what happened to you.” Hermione flushed and turned away.

“Why do you care? I’m just your sex partner. I mean nothing to you.” Her voice was sharp and he could hear the sadness in her voice. He walked closer to her.

“I do care. I care about you.” Draco tugged Hermione gently by the upper arm to turn her around and she flinched a bit. But Draco would not let her lose. He pulled her very close and looked into her eyes.

“Draco…I…”

“Shhh.” He put his fingers against her lips and hugged her body very close to his. He could feel her shiver against him, but she did not fight it. She just let him hold her.

Draco felt her body against him and smiled. For the very first time, he was holding a woman because he wanted to help her. He wanted to care for her. This feeling was more extreme than Draco had ever experienced before. He pulled her tight and brushed his fingers through her hair as he held her. After a while, she put her left hand around the back of his toned shoulder and snaked her other arm across his chest.

“Draco…I…” But again he shushed her.

With the gentle lift of his fingers to her chin, he tilted her face up to look at him. His cool gray eyes met her honey colored ones. She took a harsh intake of breath as he bent toward her. He was gentle. He pulled her face close to his and touched her lips with his, ever so gently. She closed her eyes as he deepened the kiss. Together, his breath lifted against hers and she felt weak at her knees. Everything around her disappeared and Hermione and Draco stood in the middle of the bathroom sharing a kiss that would leave both of them breathless. It was a moment that Draco would never forget.