The Assistant ✔️

74- Naughty to Nice

"Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this."
- William Shakespeare

(Some of the muggle devises in this chapter are not of real life, I've made them up to suit the story line)

Trixy was sat on a table, her legs dangling over.
She had frizzy light purple hair that strained out in different directions towards the sky.
Her face was quite pointed and narrow, cheeks bones dented, jaw bones creasing against her skull.
Her eyes where light green, and she had thin maroon lips, a thick layer of black eyeshadow against her eyelids and a large streak of eyeliner pointing from her eyes.
She wore a dark blue cloak, that hung loosely over her shoulders, underneath was a black jumper, with a large white skull stitched on the front.
She had stained thick work jeans on, and a pair of heavy jet black goth boots that weighed her feet down.

"You would've thought an Auror would have worn something more.. professional,"she commented, eyeing Hermione who wore a pale pink hoodie,some light blue jeans, and little plump slip on's.

Hermione winced, feeling another huge pain straining her body, and held up her wand, her arm shaking with excruciating pain.
".. You would've thought a Deatheater would've worn something a little more 'death destruction' than stroppy teenage goth"

Trixy chuckled, shaking her head, her hair fluttering, and she noticed as Hermione clutched terribly at her stomach, clenching her jaw and holding back tears that threatened to spill.

"So why did they bring a bitch who was just about to pop to come and find me?"she raised an eyebrow.

"They didn't.."she paused, letting out a groan of frustrated pain. "I.. I wanted to come"
Trixy laughed harder, looking down, her legs swinging.

Hermione fell to the ground, the pain coming more quickly than expected, and she cried, her face scrunching together as the pain grew more and more excruciating.

"Wow, how lucky am I? That baby's gonna kill you so I don't have to" Trixy cackled, her legs swinging faster.

Hermione groaned, feeling very very fed up and snapped, her patience leaving the room.
"Will you shut up for gods sake! I'm having a fucking baby don't you understand!"she screamed.

Trixy starred wide eyed at the witch on the floor, her mouth agape, before bursting into laughter, wiping her eyes furiously.
"Alright Granger, keep your panties on!"she laughed.

Hermione stuck up her middle finger, and grabbed hold of the table, pulling herself up before shakily stepping out of the warehouse, and falling into the street.

Trixy gasped, running after her and helping her up, before realising what she was doing and threw her back down again.

"Ah GOD!"Hermione bellowed, lying in the pavement, her breathing rising.

Trixy grinned, before calling for a taxi, which came, and a dusty old bugger arrived, a misted beard tangled against his chin.

"Hospital!"she said, clearly, the man furrowed his eyebrows and farted his eyes to Hermione who looked heavily pregnant and screaming to the heavens.

He nodded, as Trixy threw Hermione into the back, and sat down next to her, handing the old man in the front some money.

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When Trixy shoved Hermione through the double doors of the hospital, Hermione groaned loudly, cursing.
"For Fucks Sake! Stop that will you I'm having a bloody baby! I'm not a fucking ball you can throw around!"

The doctors whisked her through to the emergency room, and hooked her up to the monitors.
"And, who are you?"Asked a Doctor in a thick polish accent when she heard Hermione yelp.

"Trixy.. a beloved friend of Hermione's"she grinned, her pearly whites shining.

"FRIEND MY ARSE!"Screamed Hermione, who was fully draped in a thick layer of sweat, a blue and white dotted hospital gown across her body.
"YOU NEED TO CALL DRAAAAAACCOOOOO!!"

Trixy shrugged, after sending a patronus to Draco, a grin on her face, and sat down next to Hermione's beside, slipping her hand into Hermione's, and placed some ice chips against her burning forehead.

Hermione let out a horrifying scream, her face scrunched up, tears streaming down her face, her limbs shook, as the doctor crouched down and pushed open her legs.

The blood drained from Hermione's skin, as she screamed and yelled and cried bloody murder to the gods, her flesh pasty and drenched in tears and cold sweat, and the baby hadn't even reached the other side at all.

"Czekaj.. coś jest nie tak.."Called the Doctor, who was crouched in front of Hermione's legs, and placed his gloved hand against her thighs, where a thick layer of dark red blood was splattered from her core.
He placed a strange electronic base against her stomach, which it made a noise, and a small picture appeared of the baby, which no one could see except the doctor.

The nurses and other doctors all huddled together, mumbling and whispering.

Trixy raised a confused eyebrow, sucking in a breath, and looking over towards Hermione who was breathing heavily, her eyes wide, and she held back a scream of pain that rushed through her abdomen.

"What's.. what's wrong?"she asked in a high pitched wail, her voice trembling with emotion.

The doctor whispered in the nurses ear, and the nurse stepped up, placing a hand on Hermione's belly, her eyes sad and solemn.

".. We don't know why this happens.. but it's natural, and it happens to many many babies when they don't get the oxygen they need.
I'm so sorry, we tried everything.. but the baby.. has passed away"

Hermione stared at the nurse, her face emotionless, her eyes glassy and lifeless, and she stayed in that position for quite some time.

Draco stormed in, through the hospital and into the exact room Hermione was in, his face frantic, but also stern.

"What hap..."he began, but noticed Hermione expression as she stared into space, and was grabbed on the arm by a nurse.

"Sir, your the husband right?"she whispered.

"Yes"

"Right.. your wife has had some complications during labour, and the baby had run out of oxygen when the sack burst, and it has passed away.. there was nothing we could do".

Realisation passed Draco's features, and tears pricked at his eyes, but he sighed, and turned away, running a hand through his hair, and walking towards Hermione's drained figure.

Trixy stood up, her expression saddened, and she sniffled, wiping her eyes, her mascara smudging.

"Hermione.."he whispered, his eyebrows furrowed, and he sat down on the bed in front of her, placing a hand against her stomach.
"We can try again.."he murmured, looking into her eyes.

Hermione gave him a disgusted glare, and slapped him across the face before getting up on shaky legs, and falling, her knees buckling.
The bed was stained in a mass of blood, as it covered the bottom of the blue and white dotted hospital gown that was draped around Hermione.

She began to cry, sobbing on the floor, hugging herself tightly, the belly bump bulging.
She screamed into her hands, crying and yelling.

Draco kneeled down onto the floor, his cheek a deep red from the slap, and tried to comfort her, but she pushed him away, and slid against the floor, lying her head on the mattress.