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Chapter X. Don't Ever Touch Me Again

//25th April 9:31 p.m.

Not much to write tonight. I have been feeling a bit odd today, small pains in my back, so I decided to turn in early. Madame Pomfrey checked me yesterday and said it could be any time now. I'm a little nervous, but nothing like Harry. He's a complete wreck! Every time I make the slightest noise he is right there, asking me if I'm o.k., do I need anything, should he get my bags, and my favorite, "is your thing still there, or are you a girl yet?"

Yeah, that one really helps.

Still, I can't help but feel it won't be long now.//

//26th April 2:39 a.m.

Draco couldn't sleep no matter what position he was in. His back was really starting to hurt now, and getting worse. Plus he really had to pee. As usual, he thought. It seemed he had spent at least three-fourths of the last month in the bathroom. He slid out of bed, trying not to wake Harry, and walked quietly across the floor. Once in the bathroom, he pulled the pajama bottoms down, and stopped cold.

"It's gone," Draco whispered. "I...I.."

Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought, "O.k., so this is why I have been hurting tonight and I need to remain calm and wake Harry and we will go to the hospital and Madame Pomfrey will come and everything will be alright," but what came out was:



Harry bolted upright, throwing the covers hither and yond, falling onto the floor as he reached for his glasses. He quickly scrambled to his feet and headed to the bathroom.

"ARE YOU OK?" He yelled. "WHAT'S WRONG?"

Draco stood in the middle of the bathroom, pajamas on the floor.

"I..I... think," he stammered, "I'm in labor."

"Now?" Harry croaked.

Draco looked at his open-mouthed, wide-eyed boyfriend.

"Well, I was, but I think I'll put it off till next week. YES, now. I think we need OW!"

Harry ran forward to catch Draco before he fell.

"Dra, are you alright? Talk to me."

"Yes, hurts...I think it's getting worse." Draco clung to Harry as he tried to stand back up. "We need to go..."

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Harry felt something warm on his legs.

"O.k, that's not good." Draco stated.

"What, what just happened?" Harry cried.

"My water broke."'

"Oh, gods" was Harry's soft reply.

Five minutes later Harry had Draco dressed and suitcase in hand, ready to go down the stairs. He knew he had to use the fireplace to alert Madame Pomfrey, and she would meet them at the hospital.

"Ready, Dra?" Harry asked as he held to the blonde.

"Yeah, I...ARGH"

"Draco?! What happened?"

Draco gritted the word through his teeth. "Contraction."

Harry waited until Draco righted himself again.

"Let's go, sweetie," Harry urged. "I think we need to get to the hospital as soon as we can."

They had barely made it to the end of the stairs when Draco stopped again, clutching his stomach.

"Harry!" He cried. "Get Madame Pomfrey. NOW!"

Harry scrambled for the floo powder, tossing it into the grate. "Madame Pomfrey's chamber, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Harry got onto his knees and stuck his head into the green flames now dancing in the fireplace.

"Madame Pomfrey! Are you there?! It's Harry. Draco's in labor!"

In a moment Poppy appeared in front of her own fireplace, still in nightclothes and dressing gown.

"Harry?" she asked. "Were is Draco now?"

"He's on the couch." Harry replied. "And he's in a lot of pain. The contractions seem to be awfully close together."

"I see, " Poppy stated. "Harry, I need you to check to see how much Draco has dilated."

Harry leaned forward a bit more. "How much he's what?"

"Dilated, Harry. I need you to check where the baby will come out, and see how much it has opened."

"Oh, Merlin..." Harry whispered."Ok, hold on...."

Harry wrestled Draco out of the same pajamas he had wrestled on him a few minutes earlier, and helped him to lay down on the couch. A minute later he was back at the fireplace.

"I'm not really sure, Madame Pomfrey, but I don't think it normally looks like that."

"Harry, I don't think Draco is going to make it to the hospital. I am coming there. Make sure Draco is comfortable and I will get my medical bag."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry stated.

Draco clutched his stomach and leaned up from the couch. "Harry!"

"I'm coming, Dra!" He yelled. Harry scrambled over to the couch, still on his knees.

"Do you need anything, are you comfortable, do you...."

"I would like," Draco half growled, "something to cover with, and something to take away this pain!"

Harry leaned back and stood up. "Right, o.k....cover...cover..." he searched around the living room and found a blue throw. "Here you go, sweetie, let me..."

"FUCK!" Draco yelled as the next contraction hit. "HARRY!"

Harry dropped the throw and looked from the couch to the fireplace and back again. "Dra...oh, man, ok...I'm here, it's ok. Madame Pomfrey will be here soon, she said you won't make it to the hospital, so she's coming here and it will be alright, and..."

"Harry," Draco breathed.

"Yes, love?"

"Give me the damn throw and get me something for pain!"

Harry's eyes widened. He wasn't quite sure what to do now, but he really wished... "Madame Pomfrey!" Harry yelled as Poppy stepped through the fireplace. Harry all but ran to get her, pulling her toward the cursing blond on the couch.

"He's in a lot of pain. Can you give him something?" Oh, please, give him something, Harry thought.

Poppy examined Draco before addressing Harry. "No, I'm sorry, he's too far along now, and it wouldn't be good for the baby."

Draco yelled louder at the next contraction, cursing everyone and anyone he ever knew.

"Harry," Madame Pomfrey coached. "You need to help Draco. He is almost fully dilated, and it won't be long now."

"What do I need to do?" Harry asked nervously.

"Get some pillows to prop him up with, and some towels."

"Right!" Harry exclaimed as he ran back up the stairs. Even though he was in the bathroom upstairs when it hit, Harry heard the next contraction loud and clear.


"Oh, man," Harry shook his head. "That ain't good."

Harry brought the pillows and the towels to the couch, unsure of what he should do next.

"Madame Pomfrey? Is this normal?" Harry asked.

She smiled at him as she propped Draco up with the pillows. "Yes, Harry, this is normal. I wouldn't take anything Draco says right now to heart. He is in horrible pain, and you are the obvious target for that anger. He will forget all about it when the baby is born."

"Ok," Harry stammered. "What should I do now?"

"Help him breathe, like we talked about before. Take one of the towels and run some cool water on it for his face."

Harry did as he was told, kneeling beside the moaning blond.

"It's ok, sweetie," Harry whispered. "It will be over soon. Breathe like we practiced, remember? In and out, in and out...AIEEE!"

Madame Pomfrey looked up to find not one, but TWO men in a lot of pain. In the midst of one of the worst contractions yet, Draco had reached out and grabbed the...well, the source of his predicament.


"Draco," Poppy smiled. "let Harry go, that's it, come on...,"

Slowly Draco relaxed his grip, leaving Harry to collapse on the floor.

"Sorry," Poppy stated, "should have warned you to watch for that."

"Does that happen often?" Harry squeaked.

"All the time," she smiled.

One hour later, Harry was sitting behind Draco on the couch, his legs on either side, having replaced the pillows with himself to help the tired blond push.

"Harry..." Draco breathed. "I can't do this, I can't..."

"Yes, you can, Dra...come on, sweetie, one more push, come on...."

Madame Pomfrey looked up over the throw. "He's right, Draco, come on, big push, almost there...."

Draco gritted his teeth and leaned forward, Harry leaning against him....until..

A small cry broke the silence, a cry growing louder as Madame Pomfrey wrapped the towel around the newborn.

Harry and Draco leaned forward, mesmerized by the sound of the tiny child, their child, whlie Poppy tied off and cut the cord.

"Gentlemen," she smiled as she lay the little one on Draco's chest. "Congratulations. You have a beautiful baby girl."

Later that morning, Harry walked into Draco's room at the hospital. "How ya doing?" He smiled as he sat down on the corner of the bed.

"Good. Sore, but good." Draco grinned. "She's gorgeous, isn't she Harry?"

"Yes, she is. Course, she looks a lot like you, so she has to, right?"

Draco laughed. "She looks just as much like you, especially with that raven hair."

"But she's got those silver-blue eyes of yours, you know. You know we will have to kill a few boyfriends to set an example to the others when she starts dating."

Draco smiled broadly. "True....Oh, and by the way, Harry, those things I said to you while I was in labor? I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it, I was just...."

"Out of your mind in pain?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. And sorry about, you know..."

"Oh, yeah, it's ok, I don't think you did any permanent damage." Harry laughed.

"That reminds me.." Draco trailed off as he pulled the covers up a bit. "Yep, it's back. Just wanted to make sure."

Harry grinned and shook his head.



"Do you know what I was thinking before you came in?"


"What day is it?" Draco asked.

Harry thought for a moment. "It's the 26th of April..."

Suddenly it hit him. One year ago they had fallen from the top of the Astronomy Tower.

"I was going to end my life that day," Draco whispered. "And you saved me. Now there is a new life in the world, because of us, because we saved each other."

Harry leaned forward to slide his hand down Draco's cheek. "I love you so much," he said softly. "And I love the daughter you gave me."

"I love you too," Draco smiled as Harry kissed him gently.

"Ahem." A nurse pushed a small bassinet into the room. "Would you like to feed your daughter?"

"Definately!" Draco exclaimed. "Although we may need a little help to begin with."

"She's a beautiful baby," the nurse continued."Do you have a name yet?"

"Yes,we do," Harry answered. He took the baby from the nurse and sat back down on the bed with Draco.

"Welcome to the world, Ivy Rose Malfoy-Potter," he smiled. "This is your mum, and I'm your dad. And we will always love you."

The End