Baby of Mine

Plot: 'Malfoy, I'm pregnant.' 'Well then I feel sorry for the bloke that knocked you up.' 'You're the father.' The two ex-students get into a little bit of a mess after a Ministry party, and have to deal with the consequences.

Disclaimer: I don't own J.K. Rowling, or the characters.

Previously: She felt her stomach and noticed the absence of the budge. The baby she had carried for the last six months was no longer there. It was in that last thought she broke down and cried, her heart breaking as she wept.

Chapter Twenty: Stay With Me

It must have been a few hours since she last woke up and she wished now she could fall into an endless sleep. She didn't want to live through this nightmare. The consequences and struggle she went through just to keep her baby and it was all for nought. What was she going to do now? She fought hard and long just to keep this baby and now she didn't know how she was going to handle the loss of her child. Would Draco still want to be together now that there was no child keeping them together? Could she even go back to the cottage?

The extensive damage that left her in a coma for two months had made her wonder what had happened, where was everyone now? Why had no one had come to visit her? Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She looked up to see Ginny Weasley at the door, nervously. It felt so long since she's seen her best friend, it felt like an eternity.

"Ginny," She gasped.

"Hermione, we all thought you wouldn't wake up. How are you?"

"I don't know…" Hermione said hesitantly. "What happened?"

"Harry, Ron and Draco were sent on a false trace which led them to finally capture Greyback. Draco finally found you and stunned Lucius, in just enough time to get you to St. Mungos."

"Is he alright? Harry? Ron?"

"They're all fine. Lucius is locked up in Azkaban and is awaiting the kiss. He's not getting another trial this time."

"Good." Hermione agreed. After the torture she endured she hoped Lucius Malfoy wouldn't see the light of day again. "Where are they now?"

"Around, I'm not sure. I just wanted to make sure you're all right. The healer just told us you woke up." Ginny said. "I don't think the others know you're awake yet."

It was all it took for Hermione to break down and starting sobbing, she couldn't control her emotions. Ginny came forward and wrapped her arms around her, muttering words she couldn't quite comprehend in her state.

"I've been in a coma for two months Ginny." She said in between her tears.

"I know." She stated.

"What…what happened to my baby?" Hermione asked. She had wanted to know the moment she had woken up. The baby she had tried to protect and failed to save.

"Hasn't the healer told you?" Ginny asked.

Hermione looked curiously at her friend. "What do you mean?"

"When they brought you in, there was so much blood. We weren't sure if you would survive the night Hermione." Ginny stated with nervousness.

"Ginny, be honest with me. Is my baby dead?" Her eyes were closed, waiting for the inevitable truth that could possibly break her.

"No."

She didn't know what she was supposed to think after a confession like that. "What do you mean my baby isn't dead?"

"Are you able to leave this room?" Ginny asked.

Caught off guard by the question, she wasn't sure. Her legs were in immense pain and she could barely move, now that the pain potion they must have dosed her with was starting wear off. She looked down to see deep scars in both her legs, some still barely healing. When she had woken the first time, she hadn't had time to look at her injuries. "I don't know."

Images from her memories from that night Lucius had attacked her came in suddenly before she blacked out. She could still feel the amount of pain and suffering she endured, she never wanted to go through that pain again.

Ginny soon took off out of the room in search for nurse, she assumed before she could even blink. She wasn't sure if she was prepared for wherever Ginny was going to send her. She couldn't imagine her baby surviving after all the pain she went through, nevertheless after Ginny revealed that she had almost survived the night. She was going to deny all possibility; Ginny must have been trying to prevent the inevitable, delay the truth. She knew her best friend was just trying to be a good friend, lying to her.

Not long enough to process her friend's words, Ginny came back with a wheelchair. She had no idea St. Mungos used muggle vehicles at hospitals but with magic anything was possible.

"Hop on, Hermione."

"I don't think I can move Ginny." Hermione stated. "I don't think my legs can support me."

"That's why I've brought re-enforcements."

Before Hermione could say or do anything, she was being picked up and put into the chair. She turned to see who had managed to lift her, surprised to see her best friend.

"Harry!" She exclaimed.

"I'm really glad you're okay Hermione."

She pulled him in a tight hug, enjoying the warmth from him. She didn't think she would ever see him again.

"I need to breathe, Hermione." He stated, gently letting her go. "Come on, we've got to get going."

Hermione didn't say anything, unsure of where her friends were taking her. She hadn't been to St. Mungos too many times throughout her time as an Auror. During her visits for pregnancy, she was on a completely different floor but she wasn't sure where she was exactly now. Her friends seemed to know where they were going, directing her in the right direction.

They turned down numerous corridors until they reached the elevator. All three went inside as Ginny pushed the button to go down one level below them. She had no idea where she was or where they were going, she didn't know if she was ready. Hermione was still disoriented from being in a coma for two months, how had her friends not gone insane with worry.

She worried about Draco, why wasn't he here? Did he visit her at all while she was in the hospital? Had he moved on? She didn't know if she could handle that.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see. We're almost there." Harry said.

They turned down one more corridors and reached a room full of babies. Some had their own rooms and some placed together with multiple babies. Hermione reached the glass, looking at all the beautiful babies, wondering if there was a slight chance that one of them was hers.

Harry pulled Hermione's wheelchair into the room, turning left from the room full of babies into a room with one baby inside. A machine was linked and beeping rapidly, controlling the baby's heartbeat, she assumed.

"This Hermione is your son." Harry stated.

She stared in awe; she couldn't quite believe she had a son. He survived her struggle even after everything she went through.

"I have a son, he's alive!" She exclaimed, tear pouring down her face with happiness. Through the heartache of the thought of loosing her baby, not knowing whether or not it was he or a she, as she had wanted to be surprised.

"Now that you're awake, he just needs a name." A new voice said. Hermione turned slowly as she was still seated in the wheelchair to look at the man she had come to love in the time she had found out she was pregnant.

"Draco." She stated, so happy to see him, to see that he was okay. She had her friends, her family. She was surprised to see him there, watching over their son. They had spent months arguing over names and gender of their baby. Now he was finally here; miracles really did seem too happen.

"He's been waiting awhile to meet his mum." He said, walking slowly to their son.

"Can I hold him?" She asked hesitantly.

"I'll have to check with the healer, as your still in recovery." He said. He closed the gap between them for a small kiss on her lips. "I've missed you, Granger." He whispered before disappearing behind the door to go in search of a healer.

With that tiny kiss she received, she knew he had waited for her, he hadn't moved on. He'd been by her side and their son's the whole time. She waited with her friends for a bit before a healer returned, quickly to remove wires from her son, who was still attached the machine beeping.

"Now you will have to be careful, he's still hooked up the incubator because he was born premature, he's a fighter though." The healer said, with a smile on his face.

"How long does he have to stay here?" Hermione asked, safely and carefully holding her son for the first time. She looked at his finely blonde hair, his ten fingers and toes. She noticed he had her nose, though he looked just like Draco.

"Well, he's starting to breathe on his own, which is very good thing. So he will likely be able to go home in about a week or so." She looked at her son; she never wanted to let him go. She would hold him forever, if that meant protecting him from the world.

She was then unsure when she could leave St. Mungo's. She still felt very weak and her legs felt like they were burning. She knew the pain potion given to her earlier while in her coma had worn off. She brushed off her pain, intent to ignore it for as long as she could. She was content to stare at her son for as long as possible.

"How long will I be in St. Mungos for?" She asked, curious.

"Well with the extant of your injuries as well as internal bleeding. Now that you're awake the healing can be done faster. However…" The healer trailed off.

"Your legs suffered tremendous amount of damage, you will likely never be able to walk again. We have given you numerous potions to help heal them but there's only so much we can do when you've been subjected to cursed knives."

"Cursed knives?" She asked, "He was only using a muggle knife." Hermione stated, she remembered this as much when the knife first struck her leg.

"When you were brought in, as we had examined you we found out that they were injected with very dark magic. If you had been brought to a muggle hospital they would have likely amputated both your legs."

She sat there in shock, not being able to walk again was devastating but she would prove the healer wrong. She was a fighter and she would be determined to be able to walk. She would pull through this, through the pain.

"It's okay, Hermione." Draco said, putting a hand on her back, trying to comfort her. "We'll get through this."

Hermione noticed her friends had disappeared and the healer had gone back to helping his other patients for the time being. They were alone for the first time in two months. "So when is this little guy's birthday?" She asked. She didn't even know what month/day they were now.

"October 24th, he was born four pounds and nine inches. He was so tiny, he looks a lot like me but he has your nose."

"I noticed, I guess you were right."

"Is Hermione Granger admitting she was wrong about something?" He said, with a laugh.

"I was so sure he was going to be a girl. What should we name him?"

"Well I've always liked the name, Scorpius."

Author's Notes: I'm sooo sorry that I haven't updated in forever. I completely hate having writer's block and I will continue to try and update as much as possible. There's not much left of the story, likely a couple of chapters or so. I hope you're not too disappointed with this chapter as I'd left a nice cliff hanger last time.