Draco swiftly pocketed his wand as Astoria crumpled to the floor.
He stared breathlessly down at the unconscious body of his wife- no, that bitch, and wondered briefly if he should tie her up.
Before he could come to a decision, a wailing sound drifted down from upstairs and it took him a moment to realise what, or even who, it was.
Scorpius.
Sprinting up the stairs, he grabbed his son from his cot, soothing him as best he could whilst he frantically tried to straighten his thoughts.
Jack and Blaire were in immediate danger, and he needed to act quick before midnight struck.
But he couldn't leave Scorpius, and there was no way he was going to allow Astoria near him ever again. She couldn't even be trusted to look after a dog.
Speaking of...
Collecting as much of Scorpius's essentials as he could carry, Draco ran into the garden and whistled for Orion, Apparating the three of them to Malfoy Manor.
If his mother was shocked to see her son turning up in the middle of the night armed with a baby, a nappy bag and a dog, then she hid it well.
"I've no time to explain," Draco said as he hurriedly thrust his son into his mother's arms. "Take them to the treehouse and wait for me there. I'll be back as soon as I can. And whatever you do, don't let anyone else in."
He looked down at his watch. Half eleven.
Time was of the essence.
******
"I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS!"
"Yes you can, Hermione!" I insisted fiercely as I sat between her legs on the floor next to the sofa.
I had sent Ron, who had been on the verge of fainting, into my room to check on Jack; hoping he was somehow sleeping through all of this drama.
"He's still fast asleep and I've put a Silencing charm on the room." Ron said shakily as he nervously reappeared. "Shall I get Mum now?"
"Yes!" I urged, as I glanced down anxiously at Hermione who began to moo through yet another contraction.
Due to my own pregnancy and simple boredom, I had busied myself studying the midwifery journals that Kingsley had managed to procure; and from what I knew, I could tell that Rose's head was only moments away from popping out and saying 'hi'.
"I love you Hermione Granger!" Ron called back just before he disappeared out the door.
"I love you too, Ronald Weasley," Hermione replied weakly.
As soon as the door closed behind him, tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die and lose the baby."
"No, you're not," I said firmly, forcing her to look at me. "Seven weeks early of a very sketchy due date is fine. It probably just means that we were way out in estimating it. Now listen to me, I'm going to get you through it. I know the pain is unbearable and it makes you think for sure that you must be dying, but guess what? That's normal. Remember when I had Jack? I asked you to kill me with the kitchen knife. Remember?"
Hermione nodded as tears continued to roll down her cheeks. "I'm sorry I told you off for being a drama queen."
"It's cool, I get it," I grinned, grasping her hand tightly in mine; her face beginning to screw up as another contraction consumed her.
Fuck, I thought as she almost broke the bones in my fingers, Ron had better hurry.
*****

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