Arranged Marriage

Chapter fourteen

Disclaimer: all characters are from the Harry Potter Universe and belong to JK Rowling. 

Hermione's view 

As I rest my eyes that night my mind goes blank as I am unable to think about anything. I feel exhausted mentally and physically. I get some sort of sleep that night but not as much as I wish. I wake up in Draco's arms and he is still asleep. I watch his face looking soft almost child-like. It brings tears to my eyes as I imagine what our son would have looked at. Either light blond almost white hair like Draco's or brown wavy hair like mine. I continue thinking about how our child will look and Draco begins to stir. "Good morning sunshine," Draco says to me with a smile on his face, "why are you staring at me?" "I was just thinking as you know about our son, and what he may have looked like", I say trying not to cry too much at the thought. "I will go ask the healer now and tell him we are ready to leave," Draco says standing up and leaving the room. 

A few moments later Draco comes back with the healer. "Let me check everything is okay and they we need to fill out some paperwork for your realise," the healer informs us. The healer walks over to me and checks my blood as well as my stomach where the wound is before magically checking to see if the tear on my womb is still attached. "Your stitching is looking good; I need you to be on bed rest when you arrive home for a week and at the end of the week, I need you to come in to have another check over. The wound on your womb is intact still," the healer asked. "Am I ready to leave then?" I say ready to leave. "Yes, I will leave you to change before you head back home," the healer says, "I will see you in a week's time". The healer then leaves the room so I can put my destroyed dress on and my heels. I grab Draco's hand and we head out of the room and to the floo. 

As we arrive in Malfoy Manor, I feel nauseous and run straight for the bathroom. As I get to the bathroom, I throw up from flooing back to the Manor. I hear Draco rush in after me, "Hermione, are you okay?" "Yes, I just felt nauseous from flooing back", I say looking up from the toilet. He bends down to rub my back before I sit back from the toilet bowl. He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. "I love you, so much," Draco says pulling me closer. "I love you too, but we should really get up and change before we go see your mother," I say. I get up slowly and move to the wardrobe to put on a dress that doesn't have blood on it or a big hole in the front. I find a pair of leggings and a large shirt as I want to feel comfortable. I leave my hair out and head to the library as I wish to be alone. 

Draco's view 

After I help Hermione up off the floor, I grab some clothing and have a shower. After I get out of the shower I move into the bedroom and find Hermione wasn't there. I try to search my thoughts for Hermione's and find she is reading something. This means she is in the library. I go to find her but when I get there the door is locked. I try opening it but Hermione has put spells on it so I could not open it. I try moving into my mind to ask Hermione if I can come into the library. She shuts me out letting me know she needs some space, so I head to find my mother. 

I walk around the Manor looking around for my mother and find her in the garden under the Gazebo having tea. "Mother, we have arrived home," I say walking over to her. "That is excellent darling, where is Hermione though?" she asks. "She is having some alone time; everything has been really tough on her right now. We found out she had a tear in her stomach and womb. She was also pregnant with our son, and he did not make it as she lost so much blood, however Hermione and I are now bonded for life as she would have died otherwise", I say with tears in my eyes. My mother sits there in shock before moving over to me and hugging me. "I am so sorry dear. Just give Hermione some time, she may need to be alone for a while, but she will come around, she loves you very much. It is always hard for a mother to lose their child and she was attacked so she is both mentally and physically unwell at the minute," my mother says. I nod and she pulls away. 

The next few days Hermione stays in the library during the day but coming to our room at night, crying and holding on tight to me. We don't speak for a few days before she finally says, "I am sorry, I just have been through a lot and I'm sorry for shutting you out. I love you so much". The next few days we spend time together in the garden, going on walks, reading in the library, and holding each other during the night.