Goodbye Little Angel | Dramione ✔

| Little Flower |

September 28 2006

Hermione hastily wiped the few tears rolling down her cheeks away as she stared at the monitor, looking at the little life growing inside her.

Her husband clutched her hand tightly in his own, as he, too, fought to keep his emotions at bay.

After six years of continuous struggle for a child, the Malfoys were finally expecting a little bundle of joy in four months, around Christmas time. It had taken them six years to break an Ancient curse on the Malfoys, that prevented them from having children with anyone who wasn't a pureblood.

It was in April that Charlie Weasley had come to give them the news they both longed to hear.

"Hermione!" Charlie yelled as he made his way through the never ending halls of Malfoy Manor.

"Charlie? Is that you?" Hermione stepped out of her bedroom, her husband close behind.

Charlie flashed her the most genuine smile she'd ever seen, and that's when the couple had known. The curse had been lifted.

"We've managed to break it, Hermione. But please keep in mind that it was very Ancient magic. It's impossible for us to be hundred percent sure, but as far as our research goes, you'll be able to conceive a child now" he explained once they were seated in the drawing room.

That night was the first time Hermione had seen her husband cry.

"Draco," she whispered his name.

Draco Malfoy turned his head to look at his wife, his eyes shinning with the emotion he felt.

Hermione shook her head, another tear escaping her eyes.

Draco huffed a laugh and wiped her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. "That's our child, Hermione" he whispered, afraid that the moment might shatter.

"Our child," she whispered back.

The two stared at the monitor until the healer asked them to leave.

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December 26 2006

"You're doing brilliant, Mrs Malfoy," the midwife encouraged.

Hermione scrunched her eyes shut as she prepared herself for the excruciating pain. "Ahh," she moaned in pain as another wave of contractions hit. Her lower back felt like it would snap in half any moment.

Draco held her hand, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, encouraging her.

"We're so near, Hermione. So, so near" he said. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead even though it was snowing outside. He couldn't wait to finally meet the little human he had grown to love so much. He couldn't wait to feel the tiny feet that he had felt through his wife's belly. He couldn't wait to love and cherish his little princess.

Yes, it was a girl.

"You're so near, Mrs Malfoy. Now, only push when healer Rachel asks you to." The midwife guided.

Hermione bit her lower lip, tearing through the skin. "I...I can't do this, Draco" she wailed.

Draco smoothed his sweaty palm over her ice-cold cheek. "Its going to be alright, Hermione. You're doing great. We're almost there. Almost there" he whispered, clumsily kissing her forehead.

She held onto his hand as the healer asked her to push on the count of three.

"One..- relax, Mrs Malfoy, Two...- I can see blond hair!, and Three. Push!"