079 When?
Title: A Lack of Planning Leads to Surprises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: LuciusxNarcissa
Prompt: 079.When?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,017
Author's Note: This one was also written a long time ago and I just found it. I think I like it quite a bit for something so old. It fits in with my theme of Pregnant Narcissa-dom. :D
Malfoys never had to wait in waiting rooms; after all, they basically funded the hospital.
Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy entered St. Mungo’s on a windy October day. Leaves had blown into the lobby from the Muggle World entrance and they crunched as the two made their way around the throng of people at the information desk and into one of the many branching hallways. Mediwitches and wizards bustled past them in coral hospital robes, looking much like autumn leaves themselves. Narcissa held her husband’s hand tightly, looking nervous.
“Cissa,” Lucius said softly, comforting his wife. “I’m sure you’re fine. You’re looking an incredible amount better even now.”
“I feel worse,” she insisted.
“That’s because you have been telling yourself that you’re terribly ill,” Lucius chuckled without truly meaning to and Narcissa looked at him angrily, dropping her hand from his. Lucius rolled his eyes and followed her silently as she quickened her pace ever so slightly.
General Practitioner Harding had her office near the back of the hospital past the majority of the calamity. As they had been expected, they were allowed to go straight to her office. Narcissa knocked lightly on the door and it opened just a moment later.
“Ah, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, come in.” Ms. Harding held open the door, allowing them entrance, and then closed it firmly. “What seems to be the problem?”
Narcissa looked at Lucius for assurance before speaking, “I’ve been throwing up a lot and have been very tired the last two weeks or so.”
“I see,” Harding nodded. “Any other symptoms?”
“Yes. I’ve been terribly dizzy and it’s been almost like PMS for the two weeks,” Narcissa thought for a minute before adding. “And I’ve missed my period.”
“Aha,” Harding smiled. “Well, I am pretty sure I can help you, Mrs. Malfoy. Just let me do a few small tests.”
Within thirty minutes, the statement that Malfoys did not wait in waiting rooms was struck invalid. Narcissa and Lucius sat near the door to the offices, Narcissa linking her hand with her husband’s. She stared nervously at the ceiling, her blue eyes glassy. Lucius looked around at the people in the waiting room, scrutinizing them, judging them, and trying to figure out why they might be there. A man sitting across the room with his wife was holding a large bucket in his lap. Every half-minute or so he would sneeze and something would fall into the bucket. Lucius curled his lip in disgust and then Narcissa pulled his eyes away.
“What if I’m really, really sick, Luce?” she said in a very small voice that was very unlike her. “What if I can’t ever have children?”
Lucius sighed sadly and kissed his wife on the forehead, “Don’t you worry, my sweet. Harding is very skilled in womens’ health. If there is a problem, I have confidence that she can diagnose it. There are potions out there that can fix anything.”
Two large tears seeped from beneath Narcissa’s closed lids and she buried her head in Lucius’s shoulder. His hand came up and stroked her hair as he stared blankly into space.
“Narcissa Malfoy,” a young nurse called out from the doorway. Narcissa and Lucius leaped to their feet immediately and followed her back to Harding’s office. The door opened and Harding was already sitting there with a parchment folder and a pleasant smile.
“Have a seat, please,” Harding indicated the chairs before her desk. “Your results are back, Mrs. Malfoy, and I can honestly say we did find something.”
Narcissa grabbed her husband’s arm for support, “Please… just tell me. Will I be able to have children?”
“I think you’ve already proven your ability,” Harding smiled and took the papers from within the envelope. The Malfoys looked at her with a look of confusion.
“You don’t mean she’s pregnant…” Lucius said with an air of disbelief.
“That is exactly what I mean,” Harding slid the papers towards him and he grabbed them with a jeweled hand, looking closer.
Narcissa’s previous feeling of trepidation transformed immediately to stunned elation, “I’m going to have a baby?”
Narcissa hugged Lucius tightly and he returned it, though still somewhat shaken, “Well… thank you, Ms. Harding… for all your help…”
Lucius and Narcissa walked back through the mess of people in the hospital with a different attitude. Narcissa was glowing with excitement and Lucius still wasn’t sure how to process the information. He was going to be a father much earlier than they had anticipated or planned. He and Narcissa had decided to wait until they were thirty to have their son and because they had become pregnant without planning or potions… he couldn’t even be sure if it was going to be a son.
“Narcissa,” he said with concern in his voice. “I can’t believe we let this happen.”
“Lucius! How dare you,” Narcissa spat angrily. “This is something beautiful and joyous. You are taking all of the good out of this situation.”
“Seriously,” he said, a bit more firmly this time. “We needed to take all of the steps to make sure we were going to birth an heir. What if the baby is a girl?”
Narcissa bit her lip. She hadn’t thought of this right off the bat. In marrying into the Malfoy family, it was a given that she needed to produce an heir to the Malfoy legacy. Because they hadn’t taken the necessary potions to insure it was, indeed, a male, there was a great amount of uncertainty of whether or not she would be able to keep the baby at all.
“Precious, we must not keep our hopes up,” Lucius said sadly. “We can’t keep the baby if it’s female… we’ve talked about this.”
Narcissa’s eyes began to fill with tears again and she struggled to keep them back, “Yes, Lucius. I am aware of that… I just didn’t think this would ever happen. I only hope it’s a male.”
“And I as well, Narcissa,” he said as Narcissa dissolved into tears and flung herself into Lucius’s arms right in the middle of the hospital hallway.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: LuciusxNarcissa
Prompt: 079.When?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,017
Author's Note: This one was also written a long time ago and I just found it. I think I like it quite a bit for something so old. It fits in with my theme of Pregnant Narcissa-dom. :D
Malfoys never had to wait in waiting rooms; after all, they basically funded the hospital.
Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy entered St. Mungo’s on a windy October day. Leaves had blown into the lobby from the Muggle World entrance and they crunched as the two made their way around the throng of people at the information desk and into one of the many branching hallways. Mediwitches and wizards bustled past them in coral hospital robes, looking much like autumn leaves themselves. Narcissa held her husband’s hand tightly, looking nervous.
“Cissa,” Lucius said softly, comforting his wife. “I’m sure you’re fine. You’re looking an incredible amount better even now.”
“I feel worse,” she insisted.
“That’s because you have been telling yourself that you’re terribly ill,” Lucius chuckled without truly meaning to and Narcissa looked at him angrily, dropping her hand from his. Lucius rolled his eyes and followed her silently as she quickened her pace ever so slightly.
General Practitioner Harding had her office near the back of the hospital past the majority of the calamity. As they had been expected, they were allowed to go straight to her office. Narcissa knocked lightly on the door and it opened just a moment later.
“Ah, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, come in.” Ms. Harding held open the door, allowing them entrance, and then closed it firmly. “What seems to be the problem?”
Narcissa looked at Lucius for assurance before speaking, “I’ve been throwing up a lot and have been very tired the last two weeks or so.”
“I see,” Harding nodded. “Any other symptoms?”
“Yes. I’ve been terribly dizzy and it’s been almost like PMS for the two weeks,” Narcissa thought for a minute before adding. “And I’ve missed my period.”
“Aha,” Harding smiled. “Well, I am pretty sure I can help you, Mrs. Malfoy. Just let me do a few small tests.”
Within thirty minutes, the statement that Malfoys did not wait in waiting rooms was struck invalid. Narcissa and Lucius sat near the door to the offices, Narcissa linking her hand with her husband’s. She stared nervously at the ceiling, her blue eyes glassy. Lucius looked around at the people in the waiting room, scrutinizing them, judging them, and trying to figure out why they might be there. A man sitting across the room with his wife was holding a large bucket in his lap. Every half-minute or so he would sneeze and something would fall into the bucket. Lucius curled his lip in disgust and then Narcissa pulled his eyes away.
“What if I’m really, really sick, Luce?” she said in a very small voice that was very unlike her. “What if I can’t ever have children?”
Lucius sighed sadly and kissed his wife on the forehead, “Don’t you worry, my sweet. Harding is very skilled in womens’ health. If there is a problem, I have confidence that she can diagnose it. There are potions out there that can fix anything.”
Two large tears seeped from beneath Narcissa’s closed lids and she buried her head in Lucius’s shoulder. His hand came up and stroked her hair as he stared blankly into space.
“Narcissa Malfoy,” a young nurse called out from the doorway. Narcissa and Lucius leaped to their feet immediately and followed her back to Harding’s office. The door opened and Harding was already sitting there with a parchment folder and a pleasant smile.
“Have a seat, please,” Harding indicated the chairs before her desk. “Your results are back, Mrs. Malfoy, and I can honestly say we did find something.”
Narcissa grabbed her husband’s arm for support, “Please… just tell me. Will I be able to have children?”
“I think you’ve already proven your ability,” Harding smiled and took the papers from within the envelope. The Malfoys looked at her with a look of confusion.
“You don’t mean she’s pregnant…” Lucius said with an air of disbelief.
“That is exactly what I mean,” Harding slid the papers towards him and he grabbed them with a jeweled hand, looking closer.
Narcissa’s previous feeling of trepidation transformed immediately to stunned elation, “I’m going to have a baby?”
Narcissa hugged Lucius tightly and he returned it, though still somewhat shaken, “Well… thank you, Ms. Harding… for all your help…”
Lucius and Narcissa walked back through the mess of people in the hospital with a different attitude. Narcissa was glowing with excitement and Lucius still wasn’t sure how to process the information. He was going to be a father much earlier than they had anticipated or planned. He and Narcissa had decided to wait until they were thirty to have their son and because they had become pregnant without planning or potions… he couldn’t even be sure if it was going to be a son.
“Narcissa,” he said with concern in his voice. “I can’t believe we let this happen.”
“Lucius! How dare you,” Narcissa spat angrily. “This is something beautiful and joyous. You are taking all of the good out of this situation.”
“Seriously,” he said, a bit more firmly this time. “We needed to take all of the steps to make sure we were going to birth an heir. What if the baby is a girl?”
Narcissa bit her lip. She hadn’t thought of this right off the bat. In marrying into the Malfoy family, it was a given that she needed to produce an heir to the Malfoy legacy. Because they hadn’t taken the necessary potions to insure it was, indeed, a male, there was a great amount of uncertainty of whether or not she would be able to keep the baby at all.
“Precious, we must not keep our hopes up,” Lucius said sadly. “We can’t keep the baby if it’s female… we’ve talked about this.”
Narcissa’s eyes began to fill with tears again and she struggled to keep them back, “Yes, Lucius. I am aware of that… I just didn’t think this would ever happen. I only hope it’s a male.”
“And I as well, Narcissa,” he said as Narcissa dissolved into tears and flung herself into Lucius’s arms right in the middle of the hospital hallway.