Forbidden Love (A Dramione fanfic)

Chapter 23 -early

*this is the pervious chapter told from Hermione's pov*

The excitement of the day was now coming to me. I eat breakfast as quickly as I can so that I have time to shower and get ready in order to look my best for Draco. We arranged to meet at eleven, and it was now 10:35. It will take about ten minutes to walk down so I only have 15 minutes before I have to leave. I don't remember making this much of an effort to look nice since the yule ball of 1994. Most people have already gone but Draco won't be there yet so I take my time

At 10:49, I go to leave when suddenly a wave of pain is unleashed from my stomach. A scream from my mouth as I fall onto all fours. Two people come over to me, though I Don't see who they are. The realisation that the baby is coming prematurely sweeps over me. Before I know it, I am being taken to the hospital wing, though, I'm only there for a couple of minutes before I am being rushed to st. Mungo's in an ambulance. In the ambulance are the two people who took me to the hospital wing earlier, who I know recognise as Ginny and Professor McGonagall. I have barely spoken to Ginny in months, but now is not the time to feel bad about it as the labor pain is so bad that I can hardly breath.

The drive from school only takes a couple of minutes, and when we arrived I'm shown shown straight to a bed, where I am told to push, but the only thing I'm thinking about is Draco.

"Where's - Draco" I ask to whoever's there

"He's not here" a voice says

"I - need - Draco" I say through the pain "get - Draco. He's - in madam - Puddifoot's - waiting - for me"

I'm crying now, but still he doesn't come. The thing I want most right now is for him to hold my hand or lie next to me. The contractions feel absolutely horrible, but I know that they must be done. After about an hour, the baby's head begins to come out, then it's arms, then it's legs. It's a boy! Both my son and I are crying, as I hold him in my arms, I'm crying so much that I don't even think about how small he is compared to most new-borns.

"He'll need to be put on an incubator" says the healer

"Oh, okay" I say, still crying "what's wrong with him?"

"Due to him being premature, he isn't strong enough to fight on his own so he'll need help until he's decent size"

I'm deeply saddened by the fact that my baby is fighting for his life and my boyfriend still hasn't shown up, however after a while I fall asleep.

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