A/N: To all my reviewers – I thank you. For all the critics – thank you. For all the support throughout the story and the great things many of you had to say, thank you. Look, in the future, for a possible sequel – I will keep my page updated with details if you want to find out more about that. So, for now, I give you the epilogue of Beds are Burning.
Thanks.
January 13th
Hermione groaned as the pain got worse. "Draco, hurry," Hermione moaned, "Hurry!" She yelled as one agonizing contraction ran through her.
"I'm going! I'm going!" Draco panicked. He was driving their car – something he rarely did. He tried to go over what Hermione had taught him in his head as his pregnant wife screamed in the back.
"NOT FAST ENOUGH," Hermione screamed and watched as Draco slowly sped up, "FASTER, DAMNIT! I AM NOT HAVING THIS BABY IN THE BACK OF OUR CAR!"
This isn't helping matters, Hermione, my darling, Draco bit his lip. Remember Draco that, at the end of this there will be a beautiful new member of the Malfoy family. Remember that! He sped up more and more, building a little more confidence as Hermione had stopped yelling and now was doing the breathing exercises that they had learned in class.
"In…" Hermione said, breathing in, to calm herself, "And out…" Phew! Draco smiled and looked in the rear view mirror to see Hermione glaring back at him. Draco gulped.
"Hi sweetie, are you alright back there?"
"Do I look alright?" Hermione said through gritted teeth.
"You look beautiful, as always," Draco said, sweet talking her.
"JUST DRIVE!" Hermione said as she started to do the breathing exercises again through little yelps of pain.
Hermione was ready to blow with fury as they finally reached the hospital. To make matters worse than Draco's slow, pitiful driving skills, traffic was track backed towards the hospital – a huge accident on the bridge ahead has just occurred; you must find another route, was what they were told by a police office. It had taken them another half an hour to reach the hospital.
"About God damn time!" She yelled at Draco from the back.
"Sorry, dear!" Draco said as he got out, "I'll be back with a wheelchair and a nurse," And perhaps a sedative to calm the raving lunatic in the back of my car, please! Draco had finally come accustomed to the muggle world and handled himself nicely with most situations.
Accept driving.
And pregnant wives.
"Hello there. I'm sorry to interrupt your most important phone call but my wife, my lovely, beautiful, pregnant wife is having our baby – in the back of my car, I suppose you could say. A little help?" Draco wanted to pelt out to the little, dweeby nurse behind the desk, who had, not once – but twice, told him to "Find assistance elsewhere, sir."
Excuse me?
Wife is having baby!
Draco wanted to scream but was unable as he saw his very pregnant wife waddling to the hospital doors. Shit! He ran out and helped her walk.
"What are you doing?" Draco said, panicked.
"Well… what do you think? I'm not going to have our baby in the backseat of a bloody car! I want service and I want it now. I can't put this on hold Draco!" Tell the nurse over there that. He thought as the nurse hung up the phone and looked up to see Hermione. She gave Draco an apologetic look and rushed over.
"Here, miss," She said, giving Hermione a wheelchair. "This way," She motioned for Draco to push Hermione as she led the way. Hermione once again was breathing herself to death.
"And out…" Phew! Draco rolled his eyes and smiled as he pushed a little faster to keep up with the speeding nurse!
"I'll take it from here, sir," The nurse came and literally pushed Draco out of the way and led Hermione into a room. Draco followed but someone reached out and grabbed him, it was Albus Dumbledore.
"Mr Malfoy! Hello," He said, "Congratulations!"
"Oh, thank you, sir." Draco felt a little uneasy that Dumbledore had shown up in a muggle hospital wearing deep purple robes and his pointy hat. "Sir?" Draco whispered, "Aren't you a little over-dressed?" He said, hoping no one would hear what he was saying.
"Mr Malfoy, I find that muggles believe what I wear to be amusing. And that, I must say, amuses me. No worries, Draco, everyone thinks I'm some barmy old man." His crooked nose twitched as he smiled at Draco. "I am sorry to say I have to cut this short! And once again, Draco, congratulations. Keep Hermione and baby well." He walked down the empty hall and vanished with a pop.
He walked through the door that Hermione had disappeared through he noticed that it led to a small hallway with a number of doors on each side. Shit, he thought. He walked quickly down the hall and noticed two doors said 'Delivery Room' on them. He walked into the first one and spotted a woman with doctors around her. He ran to the bed and looked at Hermione whose face was distorted with pain.
"Here it comes," the doctor said. "One more push!"
Draco went to watch the baby come out. "MARC! Marc get back here right now!" The woman on the bed was saying.
"Hermione?"
"I am not Hermione," the woman said, clenching her teeth and pushing one last time. "GET OUT!"
Shit! Draco turned and ran out of the room. He was panicking – what if Hermione already had their baby!
He headed for the second "Delivery room" and opened the door.
"WHERE WERE YOU?"
That sounds more like it! Draco ran up to Hermione and kissed her, "Sorry sweetie! Dumbledore stopped by and held it me up!"
Hermione gave him that 'why thank you for leaving me' look and went back to talking to the nurse, "How much longer do I have to put up with these pains?" She asked.
"Until the baby is born I'm afraid."
"And when will that be?" Didn't Hermione read all these books on pregnancy and birth?
"When you are fully dilated," the nurse responded and proceeded to prop Hermione's legs up and go under her gown. "You are at seven centimetres as we speak. Give it time Mrs Malfoy," the nurse left Hermione's legs up and walked away.
"Draco!" Hermione demanded, "could you get me a glass of water please?"
"Yes of course dear."
"I love you Draco," Hermione said and leaned up to kiss him.
19 hours later…
January 14th
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Hermione screamed and squeezed Draco's hand as hard as she could. So this is child birth: beautiful thing isn't it? All my fault? Grand!
"Hermione, you can do this, just push," The doctor coaxed Hermione. "Just a little more, come on. One more push, that's it, one more!"
Draco couldn't even feel when Hermione let go of his hand it was that numb. He didn't realize he was crying so hard from the pain because he just … didn't care. There in the doctor's arms was his new baby…
"It's a girl," The doctor said, smiling. Draco watched as the doctor handed his new daughter to a nurse who took her away.
"Where is she going?" Draco said, alarmed.
"Just to go get cleaned up for you two. No worries! Congratulations Mrs and Mr Malfoy." The doctor walked away. Draco looked down at his wife; you could see the exhaustion in her eyes. He bent over and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you," Hermione smiled and closed her eyes. She was thinking of all the names she had wanted to name a baby girl. Lindsay, Victoria, Sofia, Andrea, Emily… nice, good old names. But none of them made her go 'WOW, that's it!'
Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Draco who waited patiently as the nurses fussed over their new-borne, making sure she was beautiful.
As if they cared.
All the wanted was to hold their new baby in their arms, to bask the child in love.
"Draco," Hermione motioned towards the nurse who was ready to give away the new baby to the happy parents. Draco took the little girl in his arms and felt tears spring up in his eyes; with the baby in his arms he could not brush them away.
"Beautiful," Draco said, looking at Hermione, who was anxiously waiting her turn. "Here," Giving the baby to Hermione.
Hermione looked down dotingly to her new daughter. "Do we have a name yet?" The nurse asked them.
"No, not quite," Hermione said, looking at Draco. The nurse left and Draco sat down beside Hermione. "So, any ideas?" She asked.
"One, but I don't know if you'll like it," Draco said, almost too shy for his usual self.
"Maybe I will…" Hermione said, looking down at her baby, who was being as silent as a mouse.
"Well, Lily. I just … like it," Draco smiled as Hermione face seemed to light up.
"Draco… I love it," Hermione looked down, "Lily Grace Malfoy," She looked up hopefully at Draco. Grace was her grandmother's name and fit in with the name quite well.
"Perfect," Draco kissed Hermione and then Lily.
"Okay you can open your eyes," Draco said as he led Hermione. In Hermione's arms was there 1 month old baby, Lily.
Hermione opened her eyes and gasped! She was standing in front of a three-story, Victorian styled mansion! The land was so vast you could barely see the neighbouring houses but instead a load of green and a small matching barn in the distance.
"Hermione?" Draco looked at her, apprehensively. "Do you like it?"
Hermione spun around, grinning, "I LOVE IT!" She hugged Draco so hard that Lily started crying! Draco took her from Hermione and comforted her. Lily had turned into a Daddy's girl.
"You want to go look inside?"
"YES!"
They ventured through the house, picked out Lily's room and even went to look in the barn. "Lily could get a pony!" Hermione exclaimed, excited.
"I suppose so!" Draco looked at Lily, who was sleeping in his arms. It was hard to imagine her old enough to ride a horse.
They walked back to their car and watched as the gate closed behind them. Draco had already placed a sign on it to show the neighbourhood who lived there, "The Malfoy Family," it read. Hermione looked at Draco and Lily and smiled. Her life was good, great even.
She walked over to her husband and her new baby and stood with them… looking ahead to her new future home which would hold so many new memories. She felt Draco's arm wrap around her shoulder and smiled, "I love you," she whispered.
The end... officially.
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