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“Are you really in this much of state, because of my dog breath brother?” Ginny questioned, as she barged open Hermione’s bedroom door.

“I’m not in any state.” Hermione mumbled into her pillow, “I’m just having some me time.”

Ginny scoffed, as she flicked her wand at the curtains, they instantly opened, causing Hermione to hiss, at the sudden intrusion of daylight. 

“Get up, get dressed and get to work.” Ginny  instructed, “it’s been two weeks, they’ve assigned Greg as your temporary replacement, yesterday I had to report on a bloody food challenge, he deemed newsworthy!”

Since the wizarding world had been introduced to the idea of televisions, they also developed their own version of the news. 

Ginny Weasley, famous witch news reporter for WWN (wizarding world news), and her researcher Hermione Granger, bringing stories of interest, to every witch, wizard and magical creatures home. 

“I’m sure it was just fine.” Hermione attempted to pull her duvet over her head, before Ginny ripped it off. 

“I have the worst heartburn, I feel like I ate a bloody cow, they made me do it!” Ginny screeched, “please don’t make me do todays story, please.” 

Hermione sat up in her bed, “what’s he found?” 

“An underground witch’s fight club.” She scowled, “I’m not doing that.” 

“That sounds interesting. I’m sure you and Goyle are getting on fine, he’s just as qualified.” Hermione pulled her duvet around her. 

“Hermione, light of my life, angel eyes, I love you, and if you loved me, you’d get your skinny arse up, put on a brave fucking face and come back to work with me!” Ginny begged. “I’ve gave you space, I’ve done everything you’ve asked, now move it!” 

Hermione sighed, knowing full well she was right, she couldn’t hide in her flat forever.

“Firstly, thank you for calling me skinny, the compliment is noted and secondly, I just want to stay in this bed forever.”

“Break ups suck, they do, but your Hermione Granger, no wait…your Hermione mother fucking danger.” Ginny smirked at her joke, “you’re going to put on your tightest skirt, your highest heels and you’re going to walk into our office, like the bad bitch you are.” 

Hermione rolled her eyes, as she got out of bed, muttering something about the bossy ginger in her bedroom.

“Whilst you’re in the shower, I’m opening some windows in this place, it’s like you festered away for two weeks..” Ginny called to her.

Hermione smiled at her, “fine, but you’re buying lunch.” 

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Hermione held onto Ginny’s hand, as they walked to their office space.
Greg immediately stood up from Hermione’s desk, shocked at her return.

“You’re back!” He stated, “I didn’t know.”

“Neither did I.” Hermione smiled, “until someone begged me this morning.”

“Well, I’ve found something you might be interested in, there announcing the England team players, for the Quidditch World Cup today, big press conference. I managed to score us a couple of seats in the press box!” Greg told them.

“Goyle that’s actually brilliant!” Ginny smiled, “I’m impressed, so much better than underground woman’s jelly fighting!”

“Jelly fighting?” Hermione frowned, “you said…”

“..I honestly tried to block it out.” Ginny cut her off, “have you got access for Dean to bring the camera?” She turned her attention back to Greg.

“It’s all sorted, i managed to pull a few strings. I’m really needing to impress Matthews, he said I could hopefully make this transfer permanent, work with both of you.” Greg looked between the two woman.

“Well I’m impressed.” Hermione took a seat in her chair, frowning when she realised it wasn’t how she left it. “Goyle.” She snapped at him, “it took me months to get this chair right.”

Greg laughed, “sorry Granger, but Gin we should get going, I might be able to score us an interview with some of the team.” 

“Okay, who are you, and what have you done with Greg?” Ginny joked. “You coming Hermione?”

“I’ll stay here, let Greg have his moment, I need to organise my desk, especially if we’re going to be having another one in here soon, I’ll speak to Matthew’s.” She smiled at Greg. 

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Hermione scowled at the photo on her desk, it was herself and Ron, even though their break up was inevitable, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. 

Ron dropped the phrase ‘I think we should see other people.’ Completely out of the blue, he didn’t want to break up, he just wanted to ‘see other people’, have a break from commitment, he thought since they’d been together since they was 17, they could open up their relationship. 

Hermione was shocked, one moment they were talking engagement rings at The Burrow, the next Ron wanted to chase some short skirted witches. 

When Hermione point blank refused to open up their relationship, Ron left. 

“I didn’t expect to see you back!” Hermione was pulled out of her thoughts, by Lavender’s voice.

“I am back.” She smiled at her, “can I help you?”

“We go live in an hour, I’m here to do Ginnys hair and make up.” Lavender placed her bag on Ginnys desk.

“She’s still out with Greg.” Hermione still had hold of the photo, on a whim she threw it in the bin, next to her desk.

“So, the rumours are true then, you really broke up?” Lavender asked.

“We have.” Hermione sighed, “for the best really.” 

Lavender nodded, as she took a seat at Ginnys desk, “I not pry, but I’m here if you want to talk, we’re both in the same club now.”

“And what clubs that?” Hermione wondered.

“The we got dumped by Ronald Weasley, even though we should of ended it months before, club.” Lavender winked, as Hermione let out a loud laugh.

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“I’m absolutely wonderstruck.” Ginny gushed, as Hermione and Lavender followed her to the News set. “Greg really pulled it off.”

They reached the news anchors desk, Hermione placed the script down, as Ginny took a seat, Lavender started smoothing down Ginnys hair.

“Glad it went well, did he manage to get an interview?” Hermione asked, “the reports ready to air tomorrow night. I didn’t see it.”

Ginny shook her head, “no, not today, Gregs pulling strings to try and get us a studio interview, it’s looking quite promising.” 

Ginny picked up the pile of papers Hermione put on her desk, she quickly flipped through them. “He did score us tickets to the exclusive party the England’s team sponsors are throwing tonight, you and me, dressed a little slutty, in a room full of quidditch players, what do you say? It’ll cure your broken heart.” 

“I say, we’re live in 20 seconds..” Hermione moved out of the way, pulling Lavender with her.

“C’mon, live a little, exclusive club..”

“..15..”

“Dancing and drinking..”

“10”

“Just think of all the work Greg put in, 

“Fine.” Hermione pouted, as Lavender laughed at the pair. 

“Good evening, I’m Ginny Weasley and you’re watching WWN…” Ginny put on her fakest smile, as she stared into the camera.

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Walking into the bar, that the party was being held at, with Ginny. Hermione didn’t know what to expect. There was a strict no camera and no on duty press rule.

“Did you see who made the team?” Hermione asked Ginny, “I’ve not really kept up with the quidditch leagues for awhile.”

“Actually, I did, Greg’s quite close with a few of them, he’s also close with the agent of a the players too.” Ginny told her, as she guided her to the bar. “So obviously we’ll be getting an exclusive.”

“Speaking of Greg, I spoke to Matthews, he thinks Greg will be perfect addition for us.” Hermione leaned on the bar, pulling at her dress, that Ginny practically forced her to wear.

“Stop touching it.” Ginny smacked her hand away, “and I suppose he’s done a good job with this.” Ginny gestured around, “the teams up there.” She nodded at the VIP area. 

“How fancy.” Hermione rolled her eyes. 

“C’mon buttercup, let loose.” Ginny grinned, signalling the bartender, “4 shots of your strongest liquor, and two glasses of your house red.” 

“Thank you.” Hermione called after the bartender, scowling at Ginny for forgetting her manners. 

The bartender came back with the drinks, instantly Ginny took both shots, not pulling any face, like she was shotting water. “Drink up, we need to find Greg.” 

Hermione winced as the first shot burned her throat, coughing and spluttering, “it’s like pure petrol.” 

“Get drinking.” She pointed to the last shot, to which Hermione reluctantly drank. “Oh I see him.” Ginny waves over at Greg approaching them.

“Hermione!” Greg smiles, as he greats them,  “you got me promoted!” 

“Yeah, we think you deserve it.” Hermione pulled him in for a hug. 

“Food challenges aside, what you pulled off today for us, absolutely incredible.” Ginny patted his shoulder.

“C’mon my two new work buddies, I’ll introduce you to the team.” Greg grabbed both their hands, as he lead them to the VIP area.
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The VIP area was less crowded than the main floor, the seating was more private and it was guarded by security.

When Greg told the security his name, he smiled, and opened the barrier for them to pass.

“How do you know the team?” Hermione questioned, her hand gripping tight on her glass of wine.

“You kinda know some of the guys too.” Greg smirked, “we went to school together.”

“School?” Hermione was confused, as she looked over at Ginny, who burst out laughing. 

“Sorry babes, I should have told you, Blaise Zabani is the new England captain.” Ginny grinned.

“Blaise, as in the guy who ditched you in the middle of the night, the guy you’ve been strung up on since we were kids?” Hermione frowned.

“He didn’t ditch me, he had early practice, we saw each other a few times since, just work got in the way.” Ginny clarified.

“Wait you dated Blaise?” Greg asked.

“I wouldn’t say we ever dated, just had mind blowing…”

“…okay!” Hermione interrupted her, “we get it.”

“Is this why he was so adamant that you came tonight?” Greg questioned Ginny.

“Might be.” She raised her eyebrows, as she took a sip of her wine.

Hermione pointed to an empty booth, “we might as well get settled, it’s going to be a long night.” She rolled her eyes.

Greg slid in first, Hermione sat next to him, whilst Ginny stood at the front of the table. “Your celebrating a promotion, your celebrating a break up. Get up and get dancing.” She tried to give a pep talk.

“Ron never -“

“Ah.” Ginny cut her off, “no mention of that dogs arse tonight.” 

“What actually happened?” Greg turned to Hermione, “there’s so many rumours going round.”

“He wanted to see other people, and still be with me.” Hermione took a drink of her wine.

“He cheated?”

“No, he wanted an excuse to cheat, an open relationship, if you will.” 

“So, you’re still together?” Greg frowned.

“Yes, I’m moping around, whilst he’s out fucking some skirt with legs, compromising.” Hermione scoffed, “no we’re not.” She clarified.

“Good, you don’t deserve that.” Greg told her. 

“Thank you.” Hermione sighed, “I wasted years, just you know holding on to hope.”

“Well I’m glad you got out, you’ll find someone.” Greg clicked his beer bottle on Hermione’s glass. 

“What’s your love life like?” Ginny asked Greg, she was still standing, trying not to make it obvious she was scanning the room.
“I’ve been seeing Tracey Davis, you two remember her?”

“The one that used to follow Pansy and Daphne, like she was there little lap dog?” Ginny blurted out.

“Can’t say I have fond memories of her.” Hermione frowned.

Greg shook his head, “she changed, I know it’s cliche, but she’s different now, but she’s good, she’s in Italy this weekend, has dreams to work in the fashion industry.” He blushed as he talked about her. 

“Well I’m glad you’re happy.” Hermione smiled at him.

Ginny grabbed Hermione’s arm, pulling her up, “right we’re dancing.” Hermione looked in the direction, to where Ginnys eyes were, Blaise was talking to a waitress. “You too Goyle.” She gave him a look, that said he didn’t have a choice.

On the dance floor, Hermione was in her element, she didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the atmosphere or the company, but she hadn’t laughed like this in a long time. 

Ginny had been reunited with Blaise, rolling her eyes, as she spotted them kissing in private booth. Hermione was left on the dance floor, as Greg excused himself to the restroom. 

Hermione was swaying her hips to the music, in the middle of the crowd. 
“Well well, Grangers grew up.” The all too familiar voice, caught her attention.

“Malfoy?” She scowled.

“One and only.” He joked, as he stepped closer to her. 

“What are you doing here?” Hermione questioned, the couple dancing by her accidentally pushed into her, causing her to bump into him.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He smirked, “a party for my team.”

“You’re on the England team?” Hermione was genuinely shocked.

“I am, I play chaser. Blaise is captain.” He told her.

“Congratulations I guess.” She bit her lip, “I was invited, I work for WWN.” 

“You’re one of them that work with Goyle?” 

Hermione nodded her head, “he’s good.”

Malfoy nodded, “he is, thanks for getting him that promotion, he deserves to be happy.”

“He does.” Hermione was pushed into again, Malfoy reached up and caught her.

“You want to get a drink? Go somewhere and talk?” Malfoy asked, as Hermione raised her eyebrows, she quickly nodded to disguise her shock. 

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Malfoy led her to a little booth, as he went to the bar, passing her a glass of red wine, as he sat next to her.

“Your hair grew.” Hermione stated, as she took a sip of the wine.

“It did.” Draco laughed.

“Looks good, better than gel you used to use.” Hermione pulled a face.

“Noted, you don’t like gel.” He smirked. “So what made you come tonight.”

“Who.” She corrected, “who made me come.” 

“Well, I know who’d like to make you..” He raised an eyebrow.

Hermione slapped his chest, as she caught onto his joke, “Ginny forced me out, I’ve been kind of a recluse for a couple of weeks.”

“Why was that?”

“Ron and I, we broke up.”

“You two were still together?” He questioned, “I didn’t think you’d last a year.”

“It’s complicated.” Hermione sighed.

“Why?” 

“He wanted to have a break before we got married, he wanted to…”

“Shag anyone that would let him?” Draco filled in her sentence.

“Exactly, I said no, and he left.” Hermione drank the rest of her wine.

“What an idiot.” Draco smiled, as he lifted his arm, behind the back of her. 

“He is.” She noticed he’d moved closer to her, the smell of his aftershave, became intoxicating to her.

“You certainly have grown up, Granger.” Malfoy looked her up and down, as he took a sip of his drink.

Hermione watched his tongue lick his bottom lip, and her breath hitched. 

“So have you.” She smiled.

“Would you care to dance?” He nodded to the dance floor, “or do you want to come straight back to my hotel?”

“You’re so sure of yourself.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well, I always get what I want, and I want you.” He winked.

“Let’s dance.” She teased, taking his hand as he lead them to the dance floor.

His hands went straight to hips, turning her, so her back was pushed up against his chest. 

She grind back against him, smirking at his reaction, he gripped her waist tighter.

“Naughty witch.” He whispered in her ear. 

“Hmm.” She smirked, grinding back again.

“Really making me work, to get you under me, huh?” He asked, placing a kiss against her neck. His teeth nipping at her skin.

Hermione bit down on her lip, to stop from moaning out, she wasn’t going to give him any satisfaction, of how he was making her feel…yet.

“Think you can just click your fingers, and I’ll undress for you?” She questioned.

He grinned, his hand infront of her. She watched as he clicked his fingers. 

Suddenly she felt her underwear disappear. She turned in his arms, unsure if she was turned on, or full on anger. 

His hands gripped her arse, squeezing it hard.

She lunged forward, her lips against his. She could taste the cinnamon in his mouth, from his drink, as their tongues battled for dominance.

She knew he’d eventually get the upper hand, but she wasn’t going down without a fight.

His hand moved to her hair, wrapping her curls round her hand, as he pulled her head back.

Breaking the kiss, his eyes were dark, she definitely felt like his prey, with the way he was looking at her. 

“Are you going to come back with me now, or am I going to have to drag you?” 

Hermione nodded, gripping on to his hand, “take me.”

“Good girl.”

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Dracos hotel room, was ridiculously fancy. Hermione couldn’t remember the last time she stayed in a hotel.

Draco thew her down on the bed, climbing over her.

He’d already removed her dress, leaving her naked, whist he was still fully clothed.

“Always knew you’d be under me, one day.” He smirked, “gods I’m going to have you screaming.”

Hermione gasped out, feeling his lips on her neck.

She closed her eyes, enjoying every moment of his lips working their way over her body.
She gently tugged at his hair, as moved.

“Fucking beautiful.” She heard him mumble as his kissed down her thighs.

“Please.” Hermione scrunched her eyes closed, “please.”

“Look at the golden girl, begging for me.” Draco smirked, sitting up on his knees, “Fuck me Granger, you’re soaked.”

Hermione brought both her hands to cover her eyes. Cheeks blushing in embarrassment, it had been awhile since she had been touched like this, and of course it was Draco sodding Malfoy to get this reaction out of her.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s fucking hot, sexy as fuck.” He practically growled, as his tongue licked against her clit.

His arms locked round her thighs, holding her in place.

“Fuck..” was all she could say, as her fingers brushed through his hair. 

“Taste so sweet. Could eat you out every day.” He told her, “want you to finish on my tongue.” 

Hermione nodded her head frantically, as she could feel her orgasm building. One hand grabbed the sheets, the other still tangled in his hair.

“Can you do that baby?” Draco questioned, his eyes watching her, whilst he sucked against her clit.

“Yes.” Hermione cried. 

She screamed out, as she saw stars, the intensity of her orgasm, she lay panting against the pillows, hair sprawled out, cheeks flushed.

“So stunning.” Draco was back on his knees, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning down at her.

He nudged her thighs to part, so he could get between them.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard now, you’ll forget yourself.” He warned her, as he stripped off his shirt. 

Hermione’s eyes went wide, he was gorgeous, his muscles which she wanted to trace with her tongue, the old scars that covered his chest. She reached up to trace a finger over one.

“They don’t hurt anymore.” He saw the concern in her eyes.

“Good.” She smiled, “now fuck me.”

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The bright light of the morning sun, caused Hermione to reluctantly wake up. 

It took a second to remember where she was, she wasn’t in her flat, she was in Draco Malfoys hotel room.

She sat up in the bed, sheet covering her naked body.

She glanced down next to her, he wasn’t there.

“Fuck.” She whispered, “fuck.” 

Hermione frowned, as she looked around the hotel room, he wasn’t here. He’d ditched her.

She checked the time, the bastard only woke her up a couple of hours ago, to go again, and now he disappears.

She felt shame, as she reached for her dress on the floor next to the bed. 

She needed to get out of here, as quickly as possible, he’d actually ditched her, no note, nothing. 

She slipped on her heals and black blazer caught her eye, his black blazer. She laughed as she took it. It was cold out, and he obviously didn’t care much to remember it. 

She took one quick glance around the room, before heading back to her flat.  Not wanting to remember this night again.

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It had been four weeks, since the night Draco had ditched her, in his hotel. She’d even clarified with Ginny that the team didn’t have early practice the next day, after her night with Blaise.

She’d told no one, of her night with Draco. 

Greg’s desk had been added to their office. Hermione felt the pressure of her job, relax a bit, now she was working along side another researcher. 

Hermione was tapping away on her computer, when Ginny stormed into their office. She threw her bag by her desk, sighing out loudly.

“Well, let’s add to the weather report Hurricane Ginny is in action.” Greg laughed from his desk.

“Ugh.” Ginny groaned.

“What’s up babe?” Hermione questioned.

Ginny gave a small glance over to Greg, “Blaise was spotted out on a double date last night.”

“Oh I heard about that, the gossip pages are going nuts.” Greg looked up from his desk, “apparently Blaise and Pansy are back on, and Dracos been spotted with a leggy blonde.”

Hermione involuntarily rolled her eyes, at the mention of his name.

“It’s ridiculous, two nights ago he was in my bed, begging for me.” Ginny scrunched her face up.

“Ugh what a joke.” Hermione scowled.

“Blaise has always been like this, he can’t handle his feelings at all.” Greg had pulled up, the online prophet report, on the two quidditch players double date.

Ginny nodded at Hermione, to go and stand behind Greg’s desk, as they looked over the article.

“Since Rita Skeeter has got online, she’s been worse.” Ginny stated, as they scrolled the photos.

Blaise with his arm draped around Pansy, one of him shielding her eyes from the camera flashes.

Hermione felt sick, as the photos of Draco, with a beautiful blonde woman, hooked on his arm, came on the screen.

“I’ve never known Draco to get photographed, with another woman. She was at the conference a few weeks ago.” Greg told them.

“At least he’s consistent with his women.” Ginny sighed. “They are a beautiful couple.”

Hermione screwed her nose up, more shame filled her, not only had he ditched her, after quite literally fucking her til she forget herself, he was also in a relationship. That bastard.

** TW - emetophobia **

“Er Hermione, are you okay?” Greg asked, “you’ve gone a little pale.”

Hermione shook her head, as she could feel bile rising. 

“She’s gonna be sick.” Ginny panicked, looking around the office. “Bin, bin!” She pointed at the rubbish bin, under his desk.

“No, I’ve just cleaned this.” Greg shook his head.

Hermione held her hand to her mouth.

“Well it’s either that, or over you?” Ginny panicked.

Greg rolled his eyes, passing Hermione the bin. 

Hermione took it, just in time as bile reached her throat.

Both Ginny and Greg, looked disgusted at their colleague. 

“Sorry I’ve not been well, for a bit now.” Hermione clenched to the bin, as she took a seat at her desk. 

“You don’t say.” Greg reached for his wand, emptying the content of the bin, and opening the windows in their shared office. “Keep it.” Greg sighed, as Hermione tried to offer the bin back.
** 

Greg and Hermione were walking behind Ginny, as they were heading to the studio. 

Lavender was rushing around, fluffing Ginny’s hair up. 

“I need to show more of my tits.” Ginny told them, as she adjusted her top. “I know damn well he’ll be watching, if he’s going to fuck around with Pansy, he can see what he’s missing.” 

Hermione and Greg smirked to each other, at Ginny’s demand.

Lavender nodded at Ginny, as she flung her big make up bag, in the direction of Hermione. 

She caught it. The rough material of the bag, caused her to wince as it brushed against her chest. “Ow.”

“It’s literally a bag of brushes.” Lavender shrugged, guiding Ginny to sit at the news anchor desk. 

“It still hurt, maybe I’m sensitive.” Hermione passed the bag to Greg, who looked at her confused.

Hermione didn’t pay much attention, the worst smell she ever experienced, filled the room. “What the hell is that?” She held her nose.

Lavender, Ginny and Greg, all looked at each other confused.

“That smell.” She elaborated, “I’m going to be…”

“No!” Greg shook his head, “not again!” 

“I can’t help it!” Hermione cried out. “How are you not reacting like me? The smell is rancid.”

“I can smell bleach.” Lavender frowned.

“I’ve got to go!” Hermione ran in the direction of the women’s bathroom, leaving the three, confused.

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Hermione regained her composure, clutching the sink in the women’s bathroom. 

Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked ill. 

As she was taking deep breaths, the door burst open. Ginny and Lavender stared at her.

“Are you okay?” Lavender was the first to talk.

Hermione shook her head, “I think it’s just stress, a lot’s happened lately. I’m so tired, and because I’m tired I’m getting sick, and because I’m sick, my body just aches.” 

Ginny raised an eyebrow, as if she’d connected the dots, “when was your last period?”

Hermione shrugged, “they’ve been irregular since I was a teen.”

Lavenders eyes widened at why Ginny asked. 

“I don’t want to over step, but you’re my best friend. I think you’re pregnant.” Ginny walked over to her, placing an arm around her shoulder.

“No, you have to have..to get..” the words fell from her mouth, as dread flooded her body.

Not only had he fucked her, whilst in a relationship, the bastard had knocked her up too.

“Is it Ron’s?” Ginny asked.

Hermione shook her head, “no he was always so careful, we never..without…you know.” Her hands started to shake, as Lavender reached out to grab one.

“Who did you go home with, the night of the Quidditch party?” Ginny asked.

Hermione shook her head, “you don’t even know I’m pregnant yet, I could just be..sick.” Hermione knew, she just didn’t want to believe it.

“I know the charm, I had a few scares at school.” Lavender pulled her wand out, “do you want me to?”

Hermione’s eyes went wide, as she clutched each witches hand. “I’m not ready.”

Ginny laughed, “babe, I think you need to be, so you have a choice of what you want to do.”

Hermione’s eyes filled with tears at her words.

“You’ll have both of our support, whatever you decide to do, what ever the charm shows.” Ginny squeezed her hand, as Lavender nodded along.

“Do it.” Hermione closed her eyes, as Lavender cast the charm.

She opened them, at the loud gasps. A bright white light was glowing from her stomach. 

“You are definitely pregnant, around four weeks, I’d say.” Lavender told her. 

“Fuck..” Ginny gasped. “You’re pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant.” Hermione whispered.

“You’re having baby.” Lavender smiled.

“I’m having a baby.” Hermione’s throat went dry.

“With who?” Ginny asked.

“Not now.” Hermione bit her lip, as she shook her head, a couple of tears escaping from her eyes

Lavender pulled her into hug, gesturing for Ginny to join in. 

The three girls clung to each other, as Hermione silently cried.

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Hermione took a couple of days, to process the information. In reality she spent the first day in bed, crying to herself, the second day she was a bit more productive, she’d started to accept she was having a baby. Still kinda not wanting it to be her reality.

“Hey.” Ginny smiled, as Hermione walked into their office. “How you feeling?”

Hermione looked over at Greg, who was concentrating on his computer screen.

Ginny shook her head, as if to tell her he doesn’t know. 

“I’m better, I have an appointment this afternoon.” Hermione told her, as she sat at her desk. 

“I’ll come with you.” Ginny stated, not giving her any choice.

“Thank you.” Hermione nodded, switching her computer on.

“Oh Hermione you’re back!” Greg stated, “I’m so mad at you.”

“At me?” She questioned.

“Yeah my stomach has been dodgy for days.” Greg sighed, rubbing his belly.

“Maybe it’s the fact you ate your body weight in barbecue ribs a couple of nights ago.” Ginny sighed, “see what you leave me with, when you go away.” She scowled at Hermione.

Greg laughed, standing up from his desk, “well I’m about to get in your good diary’s again..”

“..it’s good books, but go on.” Hermione corrected him.

“I’ve been speaking with Theo, he’s the official agent for the Quidditch team, we’ve landed an exclusive interview with some of the players, they play their first game on Sunday.” Greg smiled.

“Which players?” Ginny asked.

“Not Blaise, don’t worry. I believe Theo said Wood, Mclaggen and Draco.” Greg smiled, pleased with himself. “Were to get all the exclusives.”

Hermione closed her eyes at the sound of Dracos name. 

“Excellent Greg.” Ginny fist bumped him. “Are they coming to the studio?”

“Yes, they’ll be here Thursday, for a live interview.” Greg told her.

“You fucking brilliant man.” Ginny smiled. “Ain’t he good mione?”

“Just..fantastic.” Hermione sighed, “so damn fantastic.” 

The day drug on and on, as her appointment grew closer. Greg was basking in the praise of securing WWN with the exclusives for the England quidditch team, 

Hermione must of heard Dracos name, a million times, from wizards saying he was their secret weapon at winning this championship, to witch’s talking about how dreamy he is, as they all filtered in and out their shared office, to congratulate Greg.

“You ready Mione?” Ginny stood from her desk.

“I guess.” Hermione shrugged on her coat, as the bid farewell to Greg.

“I know you’ve got a lot going on, but at least congratulate him, next time you see him. Your face has been sour since he announced it.” Ginny told her friend.

“I am happy for him, he did good.” Hermione rolled her eyes. 

“Who’s your appointment with, do we know them?” Ginny asked, as they walked into the antenatal department of St Mungos. 

“I don’t know.” Hermione walked over to the receptionist. “Granger at three thirty.” 

“Just take a seat through those doors.” The receptionist pointed, “the healers are running a tad late.”

“Thank you.” Hermione smiled, at the elderly witch. “Come on.” She grabbed Ginny’s arm, as she lead her to the waiting area.

The waiting room, was full of couple, all showing different emotions. One was beaming with joy, whilst another looked pale and panicked. 

Ginny and Hermione took a seat, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. 

Ginny’s eyes went wide, at the posters on the wall. “Oh heavens Mione, you’re going to be massive!” She gasped.

A mad huff came from next to her, a heavily pregnant witch scowling at her. 

“Sorry.” Ginny blushed, “not you, you look good. Couldn’t even tell you was pregnant.”

“Stop.” Hermione grabbed hold of Ginny’s wrist, as the pregnant witch next to her walked away.

“Hormonal bitches.” Ginny shrugged. 

“Please, let me get through this appointment, let me have the next few moments to pretend it isn’t happening.” 

“But it is happening Mione, in a few months you’ll be having a little shit machine, that screams, and shits and sucks on your nipples til they bleed, your life will never be the same.” Ginny told her, as a loud cry came from the couple sat opposite to them. 

“Thanks for the reassurance.” Hermione smiled at the couple that Ginny scared. 

“I’m trying to be realistic for you. It’s going to be hard, and I know Lav and I will do as much as we can, but you’ll be a single mum.” Ginny held her hand, “you need to tell the father.”

Hermione shook her head, “I’d rather not.” 

“At least tell me.” Ginny squeezed her hand.

“Nope.”

“Miss Granger.” A healer called her name, both witches turned to face him.

A tall, handsome man stood with a clipboard, brown curls swept off his face, a neatly shaven beard.

“Woah.” Ginny blushed.

“Come on.” Hermione stood, walking over to him, Ginny followed.

“Hi, I’m Healer Hanson.” He shook pointed Hermione to the hospital bed for her to sit on.

“Yes you are.” Ginny whispered.

“Hanson.” Hermione rolled her eyes to her friend. 

“Hi, I’m Ginny, Ginny Weasley from WWN.” Ginny held her hand out to the healer.

“Oh, I’m sorry I’ve heard of that, but I don’t own a TV.” The healer shook her hand, “but If you’re the star. I’m sure I’m might have to invested in one.” 

“Oh for fuck sake.” Hermione rolled her eyes, before letting her head fall back against the pillow on the bed. 

“Okay, Miss Granger..” Healer Hanson turned his attention to her, “you did a pregnancy charm, and it told you, you pregnant. Correct?”

Hermione nodded, as Ginny took a seat next to Hermione.

“Well it’s rare pregnancy charms give a false reading, but we can run an official scan to check.” The Healer suggested, as he waved his wand, the lights flicked off.  “If you wouldn’t mind..” he gestured to lift her top up. 

Hermione closed her eyes, as Healer Hanson, ran his wand over her stomach. A bright white light appeared, this time with a bunch of numbers.

“You are in fact pregnant Miss Granger.” He smiled, “you’re around 4 weeks and 3 days.” 

Hermione felt tears in her eyes, she couldn’t pretend anymore. 

“Due date is looking like 13th March, and you’ve got quite a strong magical signature here.” He gestured to the yellow tinge within the white light. “We may need some information, from dad too.”

Hermione frowned at him.

“I’m assuming dad is in the picture?” The Healer asked.

“You assumed incorrect, she won’t even tell me, we’re just a couple of single witches.” Ginny grinned.

“Oh, that might complicate things, we have to make sure dad has all his health records on hand, in case any problems occur. Magical pregnancies are a tad more complicated.” The healer told her. 

“What kinda things do you need to know?” Hermione asked.

“I’m assuming he’s wizard.”

Hermione nodded to him.

“Just basic health information, if his parents had him vaccinated, if he’s ever had any contagious diseases, if he’s been around a lot of dark magic. It all plays into effect.” Healer Hanson told her, “I can get a list if that’s anything.”

“Please.” Hermione held her stomach, she felt protective now. She knew she wanted to raise this baby, she’d make damn well sure they was kept healthy.

“Are you going to tell the father now?” Ginny asked.

“I don’t know how.” Hermione whispered, as Healer Hanson came back with a folder of leaflets.

The two witches left the appointment, walking through St Mungos, she was clutching the folder to her chest. 

Hermione had decided to arrange a Muggle antenatal appointment, she knew they’d offer her a scan, maybe it would feel more real, if she actually saw the baby growing in her. 

“Weasley!” A voice called to Ginny, causing both witches to freeze, thanking all the gods they was out of the antenatal section.

“Wood!” Ginny grinned, as the wizard pulled her into a hug.

“I’m sorry I missed you the other day, I had to get home.” Oliver apologised, as he put Ginny down.

“Oh nonsense, Mr England Quidditch player.” She knocked against his chest, “we’ve got you representing the fellow lions.”

“Don’t forget McClaggen!” Oliver reminded.

“Well he was an arsehole last time I saw him, so I’m just classing you.” She smirked.

“He is a fucking dick, even the snakes in the team are better behaved.” Oliver laughed, “well some of them.”

Hermione clutched her folder tightly to her chest, Oliver smiled over to her, before she caught his eye on the folder.

“Oh Mione, congratulations!” Oliver pulled her into a hug. “You and Ron must be thrilled.”

“Oh no.” Hermione shook her head.

“Hermione’s not pregnant, nor is she with Ron.” Ginny shrugged off his suggestion, “it’s for a story.” 

“Oh. Sorry.” Oliver smiled at her, “I ran into Ron, a few days ago, didn’t say anything. Spoke like you were still a couple.” 

“We broke up weeks ago.” Hermione shrugged.

“Oh.” Oliver looked over at Ginny. 

“Yeah. It’s been eventful.” Ginny laughed out, “but work keeps us busy.”

“Yes, you have us for an interview tomorrow right?” Oliver asked.

“We do, and we can’t wait.” Ginny smiled at him.

“Right, it’s been wonderful to catch up, I’ve got to go for treatment on my knees, I’ll see you both tomorrow.” Oliver smiled at the two women, “good luck with your…story.”

“Thank you.” Hermione nodded, before walking off. 

Back in the office, Hermione threw the folder on her desk. 

Ginny had rushed to find Lavender to dress her for tonight’s broadcast. 

Hermione looked through some of the questions that needed answering about the child’s father, how the fuck was she going to find this out? Maybe she should tell him, he’s about to be a father, well he didn’t have to be a father, he just needed to be a decent human and answer questions on his health. Decent and Draco didn’t tend to go in the same sentence. 

A wave of nausea hit, as Greg walked past her. 

“I’m starting to think it’s me, that’s making you sick.” Greg frowned.

“It’s not you, at all.” Hermione sat back in her chair, closing her eyes, “I’m sorry I didn’t say this earlier, well done for all you’ve done with the quidditch team.” 

“You know I’d take the praise more seriously, if you wasn’t slumped in your chair.” He laughed. Eyes gazing to the leaflets and Information on her desk. “Hermione are you pregnant?” 

Hermione’s eyes shot open, as she looked up at him. 

“You are, aren’t you?” Greg asked.

Hermione nodded slowly.

“Oh fuck, but your…you..oh..” Greg practically rushed next to her, dropping down on one knee. “Marry me, Hermione.”

Greg grabbed her hand, “I’m serious, I’ll take care of you both. I’m not letting you go back to Weasley.” 

“Oh sweet Greg, you are so kind, what about Tracey?” Hermione cupped his cheek with her hand.

Realisation hit him, “fuck, I forgot about Tracey for a second.”

“Greg I’m okay, but the thought was so beautiful.” Hermione kissed his cheek.

“I’ll kill him you know. Weasley will begging for forgiveness.” Greg told her.

“It’s not Ron’s.” Hermione told him, “I’ve not told the dad yet.” 

“You have to, magical pregnancies need both parents, it’s so draining for the pregnant witch.” Greg told her. 

“I’m aware.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “It was one stupid night.”

Ginny and Lavender both walked into the shared office space.

“He knows.” Hermione told them, as they looked at Greg.

“Tell her she needs to tell the father.” Greg told them.

“We’ve tried, we don’t even know who he is.” Ginny held up her hands.

“Just tell us, we won’t judge you.” Lavender stated.

“It can’t be worse than dating Ron, for what 8 years.” Ginny smirked.

“Is it Harry?” Greg asked, catching Ginny’s attention.

Hermione shook her head, “no, he’s on some undercover mission in America.” 

“Is it Neville?” Lavender questioned, “he’s always had a soft spot for you.”

“No.” She shook her head.

“Babe, is it McClaggen? he was at that party.” Ginny frowned.

“Oh no. I’d never.” Hermione shook her head.

“Wait.” Greg held his hands up, “it was that Quidditch event right. I saw you dancing with someone, who did I see you dancing with?” Greg closed his eyes and clicked his fingers. “Oh god.” 

“It’s like we’re being edged.” Ginny whispered to Lavender.

“Fuck off Hermione, no!” Greg’s eyes went wide.

“I know!” Hermione stood from her desk.

“Who?” Ginny looked between the pair.

“Oh no.” Greg panicked.

“I don’t know what to do.” Hermione cried.

“You have to tell him, you have to!” Greg shook his head.

“Someone tell me, please.” Ginny shouted.

Greg looked over at Hermione. 

Hermione nodded her head, “the father is Draco. Draco Malfoy is the father of my baby.”

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Ginny paced the office, back and forth. 

Greg sat next to Hermione at her desk. Whilst Lavender stood by the door. Her make up bag draped over her shoulder.

“Okay we can do this.” Ginny nodded, “if you’re not going to tell him, maybe we can slip some of these..” she held the leaflets up,
“Into our questions.”

“That’s not actually a bad idea.” Greg stated, “promote healthy lifestyle, and all.” 

“You need to tell him.” Lavender stated.

“He’s seeing someone, it’ll just add more stress to me.” Hermione shrugged. 

“Okay I tell you what, we’re going down to welcome them in a minute, if he acknowledges you, you have to tell him.” Ginny suggested, stopping pacing.

“Fine.” Hermione scowled.

“Draco always wanted a family.” Greg told them, “he never thought he’d get the opportunity.” 

“We won’t be a family.” Hermione shook her head. “I doubt he’ll even care.” 

“Right bring it in.” Ginny waved her arms, “hands in.” 

Lavender and Greg smirked, as they placed their hands on top of Ginny’s.

“Fine.” Hermione rolled her eyes, placing her hand on top of everyone’s.

“Let’s do this.” Ginny smiled, “baby granger on Three. One, two, three.”

“Baby Granger.”

“Baby Malfoy.”

“Nope.”

They broke hands, as they headed down to the studio. 

Hermione was fiddling with her dress, the whole way down. 

“I can try and sneak some of Dracos hair, run our own tests, if that can work?” Lavender whispered sensing her nerves.

“We could try.” Hermione smiled. 

“McClaggen doesn’t want his pixie powder scandal brought up.” Greg told Ginny, as she sat at her desk.

They were bringing in chairs, and sorting out lighting for the guests. Hermione stood behind Ginny, next to Greg, as Draco, Oliver and Cormac came walking out.

“Hey, it’s like we only saw each other yesterday.” Oliver laughed, as he waved to Ginny and Hermione. “We bumped into each other at St Mungos.” He told his team mates.

Dracos eyes flicked to Hermione, she caught him smirk, before she broke eye contact.

“That definitely counts.” Greg whispered. 

Hermione rolled her eyes, she knew he was right. 

“So we want to promote a healthy lifestyle.” Ginny said to the three of them, as Lavender fussed with Cormacs hair.

“What do you mean?” Oliver questioned.

“Oh nothing intrusive, just general questions about vaccinations, about any hereditary conditions, that kinda thing.” Ginny shrugged.

“It’s a little intrusive, don’t you think?” Draco frowned.

“Not at all mate, we asked Lockhart last week if he was circumcised.” Greg shrugged.

“Well we didn’t ask him, he voluntarily gave that information.” Hermione corrected Greg.

“He then described his piercing in full detail.” Greg recalled.

“He then showed us. When the cameras were off.” Ginny shuddered. 

“So I hardly think a few questions on your health aren’t that bad.” Greg grinned.

“Are we showing our cock piercings?” Cormac asked, only catching half the conversation. “I could show you mine if you want Granger, have my barbell tickling your tonsils.” 

Dracos eyes snapped to Hermione, to sense her reaction. Relief ran through his face, when he could tell she was appalled. 

“Don’t make me sick.” Hermione gagged.

“Come on baby, you’re single, I’m single, it’s inevitable.” Cormac winked at her.

“Your face, my fist, it’s inevitable.” Hermione rolled her eyes, leaving the sheet of questions for Ginny, before walking off the set, to stand at the sides. 

She felt Dracos eyes follow her off the set.

“Guess you’re telling him.” Lavender joined her. 

“Guess I am.” Hermione rested her head on lavender’s shoulder, as she watched Ginny open the programme.

“Well if it isn’t Miss Hermione Granger.” Theo walked over to her and Lavender.

“Hey Theo, it’s been awhile.” Hermione shook his hand.

“That it has my dear.” Theo kept hold of Hermione’s hand, as he bent down to kiss it. 

“You tease.” She joked with him.

“Oh how I’ve missed you, heard you ditched that Ginger.” Theo raised his eyebrows at her.

“He ditched me, but..”

“Fool.” Theo laughed.

Hermione nodded, looking behind him, as she watched Ginny introduce the Quidditch players.

“Didn’t have you pegged as a quidditch fan.” Theo stated, as he followed her gaze.

“Oh I’m not I’m just..” she was cut off, as Lavender knocked into her, as she turned to look at Lavender, she caught glimpse of the leggy blonde, Draco had been spotted out with, approaching them. 

“Hello.” The tall blonde smiled at Hermione. “I was told this was a closed set, no fans.”

Hermione frowned at her.

“Hi.” Lavender spoke, “she’s head researcher, I’m hair and make up.” 

“Yeah, doesn’t matter you’re not supposed to be here.” The blonde frowned.

“They work here, they work with Greg. It’s fine.” Theo rolled his eyes at the woman. 

“Drake will be pissed if they ask for an autograph.” The blonde shrugged.

“Draco, will be perfectly fine seeing as they know him.” Theo sighed. “This is Hermione, and Lavender, we was in the same year.” 

“Oh.” The blonde went a little red. 

“Sorry, didn’t catch your name.” Hermione scowled. 

“It’s Sinnamon.” She smirked, pouting her lips.

“Come again.” Hermione frowned.

“Cinnamon, with an S.” she huffed.

“Oh cinnamons, how unique.” Hermione smiled.

“Lovely to meet you.” Lavender bit her lip, to hide her laugh.

“Ugh, I’m going over there.” Sinnamon snapped.

“See you later cinnamons.” Lavender called to her.

“Have a good day cinnamons.” Hermione grinned.

The three watched, as she stormed off, her heels clicking. 

“Gods, I can’t stand that woman, that was magical.” Theo laughed out. 

“Sinnamon, what is she a dog?” Hermione questioned.

“I forgot how catty you are, when you don’t like someone.” Theo laughed.

“She just demanded i be removed from my job!” Hermione shook her head. 

“Cinnamons, why have I not thought of that?” Theo chuckled to himself. “I missed you, do you want to grab a drink later, have a catch up?”

Hermione was about to agree, before Lavender knocked into her again, “you have that really important thing you need to do.” She raised her eyebrows.

“Oh.” Hermione sighed, “I’m actually busy, but I’d love to rearrange.” 

“Definitely, we’ll be in touch quite regularly I guess, I’m assuming you’ll be at the game on Sunday, stick with me and I’ll be sure to get you autographs from the whole team.” Theo joked.

“I’ll be at the game, with work, all professional.” Hermione grinned. 

“Well maybe afterwards, we could make it not professional.” Theo winked. “I must dash, but I’ll be seeing you Sunday.”

“See you.” Hermione waved after him.

Hermione turned to look at Lavender.

“What?” She asked.

“Why are you flirting with Theo?” Lavender questioned, folding her arms over her chest. 

“I wasn’t flirting. We were friendly during our eighth year, we’re just catching up.” Hermione frowned.

“Gods you’re naive when it comes to dating.” Lavender rolled her eyes, “he was openly flirting with you, and you were entertaining it.”

“Was I?”

“Oh babe.” Lavender sighed, “let’s just focus on telling a certain someone, your news.” 

The two witches stood together, as they watched Ginny start her interview.

“Welcome back, we’re now joined by three of our Englands Quidditch Team, we’ve got Oliver Wood, Cormac McLaggen and Draco Malfoy.” Ginny smiled.

“Glad to be here.” Oliver nodded.

“How did you feel when you got the call, saying you made the team?” Ginny asked.

“I was absolutely ecstatic!” Cormac told her, “it’s a higher high, than when i used to get off my tits on pixie powder.” 

“Right..er.. okay.” Ginny frowned, “Oliver, Draco.. save me.”

“I was thrilled to ask play. It really feels like an achievement.” Oliver smiled.

“It was good, yeah.” Draco agreed, he eyes found Hermione, standing watching him.

“So who was the first person you told?” Ginny shuffled the papers on her desk.

“The witch I was balls deep in.” Cormac winked, leaning forward picking up his glass of water.

“What is wrong with you, seriously?” Ginny hissed, her eyes pleading with Draco or Oliver to answer. 

“I told my aunt.” Draco answered her, “she’s been my biggest supporter throughout my career.” 

“Your aunt?” Ginny questioned.

“Andromeda.” Draco replied, “she practically took me in at 17, been with me ever since.” 

“How sweet.” Ginny smiled at him.

“I told my Quidditch coach, Puddlemore are beside themselve, knowing they have us two in the team.” Oliver knocked into Draco, who nodded.

“Good good, speaking of families, do any of you have any hereditary diseases?” Ginny looked at her paper work.

The three looked between each other. 

“Not that I know of.” Draco frowned.

“No.” Oliver shook his head.

“Draco, any heart problems?” Ginny sighed, knowing she was doing a bad job at hiding the questions.

“No, everything is..fine.” Draco frowned, as he looked over at Hermione, how had turned a lovely shade of red. 

“Okay, so in the last two months, give or take, have you been exposed to dark magic?” Ginny coughed, as Hermione covered her face.

“Listen lady, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but the cops cleared me on all charges.” Cormac frowned.

“Sorry about the question.” Ginny shuffled her paperwork, “there’s an entire gaggle of fans outside, how does your loved ones deal with the attention?”

“I thrive on the attention, I love it, I had a woman want her tits signing this morning, it’s fantastic.” Cormac grinned.

“My wife is quite trusting in me.” Oliver smiled.

“You’re missing out.” Cormac shook his head.

“Draco?” Ginny asked.

“Oh, i tend to keep all my relationships private. I find that best. I’ve never been one for attention.” Draco said, causing Ginny to burst out laughing.

“You forget I knew you as a kid.” Ginny rolled her eyes.

Causing Draco to throw his head back laughing. “Fair.”

Hermione watched as cinnamon with an s, stormed over to the camera man, and director, demanding to cut the interview.

Ginny was left confused at the woman’s actions, as she quickly ended the interview. 
After wishing them luck for Sundays game, she stood up, taking off her mic, she walked over to Hermione, pulling her into a hug.

“I did the best I could.” She whispered.

“It’s fine.” Hermione told her, as she hugged her back, “I’m going to have to tell him.” 

“It might put cinnamon with an S, in her place.” Lavender giggled.

“Her name’s cinnamon, what is she a poor quality stripper.” Ginny frowned. 

Hermione looked to where Draco was sat, he’d now disappeared, she’d missed her chance.

“Do you want me to come back to yours?”
Ginny asked.

Hermione shook her head, “no, I need to be on my own, I need to nip back to the office to get my bag.”

“Okay beautiful.” Ginny kissed her head.

“Tell Matthew’s I’ll be late tomorrow, I need to tell him too, he’s not going to take it well.” Hermione sighed, “I’ve got that scan in the morning.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Ginny asked.

“No.” She shook her head, “you get home.” 

“Yes mummy.” Ginny winked, “oh that was weird.”

Hermione laughed, as she watched Ginny and Lavender leave. 

Heading back to her office, it wasn’t unusual the work space was empty, most people left before the last broadcast.

All she needed from her office was her bag, she could be home in less than ten minutes. 

Walking into her office she stopped. Draco was sat in her chair.

“Oh.” Her throat went dry, “are you lost?”

Draco smirked as he stood up, “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, I think Greg’s gone home.” 

“I’m not here to see Greg.” He walked over to her.

“No?”

“No.” He smiled. “I believe you need to tell me something.” 

Relief flooded her face, “oh your blazer, i do have it, I’ll bring it to Greg to give you.”

Draco shook his head, “I didn’t know you had my blazer.” 

“Oh.”

“So. I’ve just had the most interesting interview, wanting to know if I’d been around dark magic recently, wanting to know if my family has any hereditary diseases, it got me thinking why does one need to know that kind of information.” Her looked down at her.

“Well, you see..” he put his hand up to stop her talking.

Draco clicked his fingers, and a leaflet flew from Hermione’s desk, to his hand.

“Introduction to your first trimester.”  He read the title, “you’re pregnant.”

Hermione couldn’t look at him, instead she looked down, nodding her head.

“Is it mine?” He asked.

Again she nodded her head, looking at the floor.

“Oh.” Draco clutched the leaflet, sitting on her desk, “oh.”

Hermione took a deep breath, looking over at him. “You don’t have to be involved, at all.”

“No.” Draco said, still in a trance. “No.”

“No?”

“Yes, no.”

“Yes?”

“What. No!”

“Huh?” Hermione frowned, confusing herself.

“You don’t get to make the decision, that you don’t want me involved.” He snapped, “you don’t get to do that.”

“So you want to be involved?” She questioned.

Draco nodded his head, “I’m not a prick, I’m not going to run off.” 

“Oh. I thought..”

“You thought you’d hide it from me, then you found out you need the father for support, with a magical pregnancy?” Draco questioned. 

“I’ve never done this before, I only found out at the start of the week, I’m not doing well, I feel sick all the time, everywhere hurts, like really hurts, I’m so tired. I’m so emotional. I don’t know what to do.” Hermione cried, letting her fears and anxiety she’d been feeling, win. “I’m so scared.”

Draco walked towards, placing a hand cautiously on her shoulder. “I’m scared too.”

Hermione nodded, “I’m going for a scan tomorrow morning, would you like to come?”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a muggle appointment, you get to see the baby.” Hermione explained.

“Like actually see the baby?” He questioned.

Hermione nodded, “I’m about 4 weeks and 5 days, maybe. So it’s still early, so it’s an internal one.” 

“I’d like to come.” He smiled.

“Yeah, I can give you the address and meet you…”

“I’ll pick you up.” Draco told her, “add me to your floo.”

“Really?” Hermione asked.

“Yes. Just tell me the time and I’ll be there.” 

Hermione nodded, “be at mine for nine.” 

“We can go for coffee, after if you like.” Draco suggested.

Hermione scrunched her face up.

“Oh not..”

“No, I can’t drink coffee.” She tapped her belly, “I can’t drink a lot of things. The only thing I’m able to keep down, is water.”

“Well I’ll have coffee and you have a water.” He grinned.

“Okay.”

“So tomorrow, nine, at yours.” He told her.

“I’ll be waiting.” She smiled.

“Good.” He grinned, nodding at her, as he left her office.

She watched him leave, before grabbing her bag. She was fucked.

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It was 8.55am, and Hermione was pacing in front of the floo. 

She’d been up all night with ‘morning sickness.’ She was wearing leggings and baggy jumper. Nothing felt comfortable on her anymore. Her entire body ached.

Her floo came to life, causing Hermione to stop her pacing.

Draco stood in front of her, holding a little purple box.

“Hi.” She smiled, part of her thought he wasn’t going to show.

“Hey.” He gave a quick glance around, before holding the box out to her, “my aunt sends these.”

“You told your aunt?” Hermione questioned.

“I had to, I had to talk to someone. She told me, to tell you ginger biscuits help with morning sickness, she made these from scratch.” Hermione took the box off him.

“Where was she last night?” Hermione joked.

“Why?” Draco asked.

“I tend to get my sickness all day. Nights are worse.” 

“Oh.” Draco shifted on his feet, “do you need me to help you, with that?”

“I think I’ve got it handled.” She awkwardly laughed.

“I mean like, do you need me here for when that happens?” He asked. “I can be.” 

Hermione frowned, confused.

“I want to be part of this baby’s life.” Draco stated, “which means I want to be part of everything.”

Hermione felt tears come to her eyes.

“I was wrong to snap at you yesterday, when I said it wasn’t your choice, it is, you’re growing our baby.” Draco told her, “my aunt wants you to come for tea. She said she misses you.”

“I miss her too.” Hermione nodded. “It just shocked me, I’d played the scenario out a hundred times in my head, and each time you walked away.”

“Then you don’t know me.” Draco stated. It was true, she didn’t know him, not really. 

“No, I don’t.” Hermione agreed.

“Maybe you’d like to get to know me?” He asked.

“Well you are going to be the father of our baby.” she smiled.

“I am.” He smiled, “are you going to the game on Sunday, with WWN?”

“I am.”

“Maybe after, we could grab dinner?” He asked.

“Oh I think, I might have accidentally agreed to go on a date, with Theo.” Hermione blushed.

“A date? With Theo?” 

“Apparently I can’t read when people are flirting with me, Lavender thinks it’s a date, I thought I was being friendly.” Hermione shrugged, “nothing is set in stone.”

“Excellent, we can go to this new restaurant that’s opened up.” Draco smirked.

“Oh can we?” She questioned, “what happened to letting me make decisions?”

“I’m still learning.” He smiled. 

“Ah, guess you need more practice then?” 

“I do.”
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As they walked into the antenatal clinic, in the muggle health centre, Draco was looking around taking everything in.

They walked up to the receptionist. “Hi, I have an appointment, at half nine, it’s Hermione Granger.”

The middle aged woman frowned at her, slowing sliding on her reading glasses, as she looked at the computer.

“What time did you say?” She snapped.

“Half 9.” Hermione told her, tapping her fingers against the desk.

“Hmm, i see you have an appointment at 9.35, not 9.30.” The receptionist smirked.

“Oh. Well.” Hermione cheeks started to blush, feeling embarrassed from the receptionist being pedantic.

“Need to be more accurate, love.” The receptionist called to her, as she checked her in. “Over there, seats.” The receptionist had just given up, with explaining.

“Well who pissed in her porridge?” Draco mumbled, as they sat next to each other.

Hermione laughed, “you find the receptionists are a little mean.” 

“It shouldn’t feel like a battle to actually be seen by a professional.” Draco stated.

They sat in silence for a few moments, Hermione kept glancing over at Draco, he was watching a mother, with her newborn baby.

“It’s mad to think we’ll have one of them soon.” Draco nodded to the direction of the woman.

“Madness.” Hermione felt her heart squeeze, at how well he was taking this.

“I’ve ordered some books, mainly about pregnancy and the first stage of parenting, I’m trying to get prepared.” Draco told her.

“I’ve not even thought of that, I told you last night, and you’ve done all this.” Hermione shook her head at him.

“I had to, I was really panicking.” Draco admitted. “My aunt was worried.”

“See, i shouldn’t have said anything, you’ve got your matches coming up soon.” Hermione told him.

“Fuck them, this is more important.” Draco told her.

“No, don’t you say that, you’ve worked hard for where you are, don’t balls it up.” Hermione warned him. “Start researching after the cup. Is that a deal?”

“Deal.” Malfoy said reluctantly. “But I still want to be involved, I want you at every game.”

“What will cinnamon with an s, say?” Hermione rolled her eyes.

Draco frowned at her question, “it’s none of her concern, who I invite, who I spend time with..”

“It seemed to be her concern, when she tried to have me removed yesterday.” Hermione sighed, her eyes focused on the posters on the walls, instead of the intensity Draco was staring at her.

“I didn’t know that, she shouldn’t have done that.” Draco shook his head, as he slowly placed his hand on her thigh.

“I completely understand, it’s just..” 

“Miss Granger.” A man’s voice interrupted them, as they both turned to look.

Hermione laughed, the muggle maternity doctor, looked the twin of Healer Hanson.

“Hello, I’m Dr Ranson..” 

Hermione laughed to herself, as they walked into the room.

“I’ll just leave the room a second, whilst you undress. There’s a sheet to put over you.” Dr Ranson told her, pointing to the hospital bed.

Hermione nodded, as she dropped her bag on the chair.

“What’s happening?” Draco looked confused, as to why Hermione was taking off her shoes.

“Would you turn around.” She gestured with her hands.

“Why? I don’t? Do I have to strip too?” Draco questioned.

“No.” Hermione scowled at him. “Just me, now would you please.” She gestured for him to turn around.

“Fine.” Draco sighed, turning his back to her. 

“Thank you.” Hermione quickly rid herself of her leggings and underwear, before sliding on the bed, placing the sheet over the tops of her legs. “Okay, I’m decent.” 

Draco turned around, finally taking notice of the bed. “What the hell are those?” He pointed to the stirrups.

“If he can’t get a good angle, when my legs are like this.” She gestured to her bent knees, “then he would request me to use them.” 

“Where exactly is the doctor looking?” Draco asked.

“Where do you think?” Hermione asked him.

Before he could answer, Dr Ranson walked back in, “good you’re ready.” 

The doctor wheeled a stool next to Hermione, as he switched the machine on. “So from my files, it’s looks as if you’re around 5 weeks..is there a reason you requested an early scan?” 

Hermione nodded, feeling Dracos eyes on her, “I had a little damage to my…my womb when I was a teen, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” 

Dracos head tilted, his eyes darkened.

“I saw in your file, i understand your concern, i believe the scar tissue must of healed nicely, but I’m happy to do this, for your peace of mind.” Dr Ranson smiled at her. 

Dracos eyes went wide, as he watched the doctor put on gloves…

“What is that?” Draco asked, as he watched the doctors apply gel to the internal scan equipment.

“I call this my wand.” The doctor chuckled.

“Can’t see you preforming many spells with that.” Dracos mumbled, causing Hermione to glare at him.

“Because your wife is…”

Hermione cut the doctor off, “no, no, no, no, no, definitely not, no.” 

“Okay, because Miss Granger is still quite early, it’s easier to get a reading..if we look inside.” Dr Ranson told him, as he wheeled his chair infront of Hermione. 

“So that’s going..” Draco felt a little sick.

“Yes son, would you mind just lifting up dear.” He spoke to Hermione, as he began the internal scan. “Just watch the screen.”

Hermione turned to look at the screen.

“Ah this was an easy one.” Dr Ranson chuckled, “found it.”

Hermione saw a small white bean, on the screen,  “is that?”

“That’s your baby.” The Doctor smiled.

Hermione turned to look at Draco, he was transfix on the screen, his arms folded over his chest, as if he was restraining himself from reaching out to her.

She caught his eye, and smiled to him. Holding her hand out, he immediately took it, moving closer to her. 

“That’s our baby.” He whispered.

“Would you like some pictures?” Dr Ranson asked.

“Yes.” They both said at the same time, turning to each other and laughing.

“Makes it more real now.” Hermione stated looking at the screen.

Draco squeezed her hand, “it does.” 

Chapter Text

Hermione looked down at the scan photo, sitting at a table by the window, as Draco got their drinks.

Running her finger over the tiny white spot, that was her baby. Their baby. 

“Are you sure you just want water?” Draco questioned, placing a bottle in front of her.

Hermione nodded, taking the bottle and opening it, “I can’t drink coffee, because of the caffeine, and everything else just comes back up.” She shrugged.

“Well you need to eat, so I’ve got you some toast. My aunt also said toast is good for you.” Draco took a seat opposite her.

“It’s strange you being nice, especially after…” 

“After you up and left?” He finished her sentence.

Hermione frowned, “no you was the one that ditched me, in your hotel room.” She corrected.

“Why would I ditch you, I’m my hotel room?” He asked, “I’d gone to get us some breakfast, came back and you was gone.”

“No, your hotel room was practically empty.” She fought back.

“I travel light.” He shrugged.

“But you were gone..”

“I’d gone to this little bakery, to get us pastries and coffee.” He told her.

“You really went to get breakfast, you didn’t ditch me?” She asked.

“Really.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“So you thought I’d ran out on you?” 

Draco nodded, as he sipped his coffee.

“Ah, we’re idiots.” She laughed.

“I had such a good night.” He admitted, “why would I want to leave?”

“So did i, I was a little upset to see you gone.” She bit her lip.

“I was upset to see you gone, I had to eat two apple pastries, my trainer wasn’t pleased with me.” He joked. 

Hermione blushed as she laughed.

Draco reached across the table, he held her hand. Both smiling as their fingers interlocked. 

“Wait.” She pulled her hand away, “you’re with..”

She was interrupted by his phone ringing.

“Sorry I’ve got to get this, it’s Sinnamon.” He stood from the table, walking away to answer his phone.

“Of course.” She whispered, placing the scan photo back in her bag.

Hermione thanked the waitress, that brought her toast over. 

Taking a small bite, she glanced out the window, jumping in surprise at the man  staring back at her. “Ron.” She whispered. 

How much had he saw? Her holding hands with Draco? The scan photo? Her heart started beating, as he made his way into the little cafe. 

“Hermione, what are you doing?” Ron snapped, “I heard from Dean you had been missing a lot of work.” He stood over her, at the table.

“Oh it’s okay, I had a medical appointment. They’re aware.”  She shrugged.

“I heard you was struggling with our break up, but I didn’t think you was this bad.” He gestured to her appearance, “you look like you’ve not slept in days.” 

“Ron, I’m just not very well right now, it’s nothing to do with you.” She pushed her plate of toast away from her, looking over Ron’s shoulder, Draco was still on the phone. 

“You need to pull it together Mione, if you’re acting like this, I may never come back to you.” Ron told her.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“We’re on a break, a few months of freedom, before we marry.” He smiled.

“No, we broke up.. I didn’t want to open our relationship up, so you left.” She shook her head.

“Come on, it’s Ron and Hermione, Hermione and Ron, we’re ment to be, we just needed some time apart to realise it.” He smiled at her. “I do miss you, but I’m enjoying finding myself.”

“No. We broke up, we’re never getting back together.” 

“Keep telling yourself that. You’ll see.” He winked at her, before he turned to leave.

Hermione looked over at Draco, he was still on the phone, but had caught a glimpse at Ron.

“Everything okay?” Draco asked, sitting back in his seat.

Hermione sighed loudly, “I don’t understand him, I don’t understand men.” 

“Go on.” 

Hermione sat up in her seat, “fine, you asked for this, this is aimed at you too, how can you have be in a relationship with someone, and then want to fuck around, but then are able to go back to them, knowing what you’ve done.” 

Draco looked confused, “how is that me?” 

“Cinnamons?” 

“What about her?” Draco asked.

“Shes your girlfriend.” Hermione stated.

“She damn well isn’t.” Draco looked offended.

“But..” 

“She’s my assistant, not even by choice, my mother hired her to keep me inline, I think she promised her talk of a marriage agreement, after her contract ends, but I could never, will never..” Draco told Hermione. “She just rang to talk about the portkey to Scotland tonight.” 

Hermione blushed, “oh.”

“I think we need to be more honest with each other, and possibly talk more.” Draco smiled.

“So you aren’t seeing anyone?” Hermione asked him.

“Not since our night together.” He took a drink of his coffee. Hermione watched intently as he licked the foam from his lips.

“Good to know.” She bit her lip. 

“I’m assuming you’re single, unless you’ve unknowingly agreed to anymore dates with my friends..” Draco laughed.

“Yeah. I’m single.” She smiled.

“Good to know.” 

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After not taking no for an answer. Draco walked her to the WWN building, he explained he was in Scotland tonight, preparing for the first game on Sunday. 

He kissed her cheek, as he said goodbye, and that he’d see her on Sunday.

Hermione walked to her desk, like she was floating. 

“Uh oh, something’s up with Hermione.” Greg called out, causing Ginny to look up. 

“Fuck. She’s happy.” Ginny looked over at Greg. 

“I’m happy.” She smiled.

“What happened?” Ginny asked her.

“Draco came with me, to the scan.” 

“Woah. Back up.” Ginny stood from her desk. “When did this happen?”

Greg had also stood, walking next to Ginny, looking down at Hermione.

“He was in here last night, he figured it out.” Hermione shrugged. 

“I knew I wasn’t as discreet as I thought.” Ginny sighed, “so what happened?”

“I told him, he didn’t have to be involved, he snapped and said I wasn’t allowed to make that decision, he wants to be involved as he can. He seems okay.” Hermione switched her computer on, “oh, look at this..” 

Hermione reached into her bag, pulling out the scan photos.

“What’s that?” Greg looked confused, picking up the photo to inspect it.

“My baby.” Hermione told him. “That white little blob.”

“Yeah..” Greg squinted his eyes.

“That’s my baby.”

“That’s it?” Greg looked at her, “with Dracos massive head I thought it would be bigger than that.”

“Oh shush.” Hermione ignored him, passing the photo to Ginny.

“I can’t believe you’re having a baby.” Ginny smiled, “what’s he say about his girlfriend?”

“He doesn’t have one.” Hermione announced, putting the scan photo safely back in her bag, “it was a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding or not, that spice girl, has her eyes set on Draco, look how jealous she got when I made him laugh.” Ginny returned to her desk.

“Yeah, she wanted Lavender and I removed from set.” Hermione recalled.

“From what I’ve heard, this Sinnamon is not afraid to play dirty, according to Blaise, her and Pansy have extremely violent arguments.” Greg told the girls.

“Oh you spoke to Blaise huh?” Ginny asked. “How’s that arsehole doing?”

“He’s okay, stressed about the World Cup.” Greg looked over at Hermione. 

“Well I’m not going to be his stress relief anymore, no way, not at all.” Ginny declared, as she stormed out the office. 

“What’s the bet she’s back in his bed Sunday night?” Greg asked Hermione, who was just about to follow Ginny.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not betting that.” Hermione frowned. “It’s fucking obvious.” 

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Sunday came, Hermione, Ginny, Greg and Tracey were seated in the England team’s box. 

“Greg has told me so much about his work sisters.” Tracey smiled at Ginny and Hermione.

“We love working with him.” Hermione smiled at Tracey.

“We really do, brought a new dynamic to us.” Ginny squeezed Greg’s cheek. 

As they were talking, more people entered the box, Hermione felt nervous, she’d not seen or heard from Draco, since he dropped her off at work after the scan.  Did he still want to see her after the game? 

“Heard you’re ditching me.” Theo winked, as he took a seat next to Hermione. 

“Oh sorry about that.” Hermione bit her lip, “apparently I wasn’t aware you was… I wasn’t..” 

“It’s fine.” Theo chuckled, “I had to try, turns out Draco got his claim in on you first.” Theo’s eyes traced down to her stomach.

“He told you?” Hermione gasped.

“He’s so happy, we haven’t ever seen him like this, it’s quite unsettling, he hasn’t called me ‘dick’ for two days.” Theo shuddered, “we’re in uncharted waters, with a happy Draco.” 

“Does everyone know?” Hermione looked around, the crowd started cheering, as the Quidditch players flew on to the pitch.

“Just Blaise and I, he told us not to tell anyone, and since you’re the one that’s actually knocked up, I’d come and sit with you, incase it slipped out.” Theo smiled.

“Sorry about our date.” Hermione laughed. 

“Ah it’s fine.” Theo shrugged, “I just want to get my name in, to be his godfather.” He pointed at her belly.

“You think it’s a boy?” Hermione asked.

“You don’t?” 

“I haven’t really thought about it, I just want the baby to be healthy.” She placed a hand on her stomach.

“Nah, it’s a boy. It’s a sense I’m getting.” Theo laughed.

Hermione caught sight of Draco flying past, he was next to Oliver. They were waiting for the whistle to blow. She watched him tapped his uniform, just over his heart. 

“He’s not nervous at all.” Theo noticed.

“Is he usually?” Hermione asked, “the last time I saw him play, was…school.” 

“Not really, this time it’s different though.” Theo said, “I’m going to get drinks, you want anything?” 

“Just a water.” Hermione smiled.

“Got it.” 

Hermione turned her head to listen in on Ginny and Greg’s conversation, they was talking about the last Quidditch World Cup, Tracey tried to keep up with the conversation, but she wasn’t really interested.

The whistle blew, and both teams started flying around. Cheers and chants were echoing all around the stadium. 

Hermione was lost in atmosphere.

“Thank you so much for this exclusive.” The shrill voice of Rita Skeeter came from behind her.

Hermione turned her head slightly, to see Rita and Cinnamon with an s, sit down behind her. 

“Oh it’s no problem, Miss Skeeter, Drake doesn’t usually like his personal life broadcast.” Cinnamon with an s laughed, “I’ll be changing that soon.”

“I can’t believe you got Narcissa Malfoy’s approval.” Rita gasped, “she’s usually so hard to impress.”

“It didn’t take much really, she got me this job.” Cinnamon with an s, informed her.

“I can’t say when the official announcement will happen, but not long after this cup.” Hermione watched Cinnamon with an s, wiggle her ring finger, and both witches squealed. “You’ll have the first exclusive.”

“What lies you pushing now cinnamon bun?” Theo rolled his eyes, as he sat next to Hermione. 

Hermione didn’t turn her head, she didn’t want the witches to know she’d been listening.

“Shut your mouth.” Cinnamon with an s snapped.

“Unfortunately, as head of PR I can safely say any gossip you want to publish about the team, we will sue, it will make your gossip blog, less credible.” Theo smiled at Rita.

“I hate you.” Cinnamon squealed at Theo, before storming off, Rita following her.

“All she wants is attention, She wants her name published next to Dracos.” Theo told Hermione, “we’re stuck with her, she’s awful at her job, she’s just a hindrance, Blaise and Draco took her to meet with Pansy a few nights ago, tried to convince her to switch careers, she was having none of it.” 

Hermione just nodded along.

“To make matters worse, she’s got her polished claws into Narcissa, even Draco doesn’t have that much interaction with his mother anymore.” Theo rolled his eyes.

“She doesn’t like me.” Hermione told him.

“She doesn’t like any female getting close to Draco.” Theo told her, “she’s paid to be his assistant, arrange portkeys, arrange bills and finances, basically help keep everything organised in this whirlwind, instead she arranges with news outlets and photographers.”

“Sounds like she’d be perfect for McClaggen.” Hermione laughed.

“Oh he’s trying.” Theo chuckled, “relentlessly.”

Hermione smirked, as she turned to watch the game. Next to her Ginny and Greg were calling out insults to the other team.

Hermione excused herself, to head to the restroom, a wave of nausea was starting to hit. She needed a moment.

Upon returning, she decided to stand at the back of the seats, it looked too crowded to fight through. 

She turned her attention to the game, just in time to see Draco score. She smiled, clapping her hands together, as she watched his teammates fly round him, his hand was patting over his chest again.

“I’m so proud of him.” Hermione felt someone move closer to her. 

Turning her head, she smiled, “Andromeda!”

“I missed you darling.” She pulled her into a hug. 

“I missed you too, I’d been meaning to write, but life just got in the way.” Hermione told her, as Andromeda grabbed her hand. “Harry’s still undercover in America, last time we spoke, he wanted to take Teddy to a muggle basketball game, he thinks he’d enjoy it.” 

“He probably would.” Andromeda smiled, her eyes glancing over her, biting her lip.

“Draco told me, he told you.” Hermione laughed, rolling her eyes, as the older witch pulled her into another hug.

“How are you? How you coping? What did your parents say? Oh this is wonderful.” 

“Well, I’m sick all the time, everywhere hurts, i think I’m okay, and they don’t know yet. I only found out a week or so ago, it’s been a busy week.” Hermione felt at ease with the woman, “I didn’t know you and Draco were close.”

“Oh honey, after the trials, I started writing to him, it was my attempt to reach out, right my sister’s wrongs, heavens know what kind of nonsense he grew up believing. I took him in, after he finished his last year, gave him the support he needed, now look at him.” Andromeda clapped her hands, “Teddy absolutely adores him.” She pointed to the eight year old, down at the front of the box seat, screaming loudly.

“I’m seeing a really different side to him this week.” Hermione told her, “it’s surprised me, I thought he’d not want anything to do with this.” She held her stomach.

“Don’t tell him I told you, but he cried when he told me.” Andromeda chuckled. “It was sweet, we had a big talk about how you must be feeling, about the future, he really is all in.” 

Hermione had a sudden realisation, “what about his parents?”

Andromeda rolled her eyes, “my sister is set in her ways, living a lonely life in that awful manor.”

“I heard she wants Draco married..”

“Don’t even.” Andromeda held her hands up, “Draco loves his mother, i understand that completely, one of her conditions for him to have this life.” She gestured out with her hands, “to hire an assistant, help him prioritise his life, and finances, I thought maybe this was her way of helping, no it’s attempting to set him up, to carry on the Malfoy legacy.” 

Hermione paled at the thought, she was carrying his child, his legacy.

“Don’t worry dear, she can’t do anything to you, she has no wand, no connections.” Andromeda comforted her, “Draco barely visits her anymore, after the stunt she played with Sinnamon.” 

“I’ve met her, she’s a character.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I personally think Narcissa hired her, to spy on her son.”

“What about his father?” Hermione asked.

Andromeda let out a laugh, “oh dear, Lucius was stripped of his wand, his magic..he’s well he’s handled it better than Narcissa.” 

“What does that mean?” Hermione questioned.

“I don’t want to ruin the surprise of you finding out.” Andromeda laughed. 

“THE SNITCH IS CAUGHT, TEAM ENGLAND WIN.” 

Andromeda and Hermione both cheered, and then turned to hug each other. 

“Don’t be a stranger, please come and visit.” Andromeda told her.

“I’ll write to you.” Hermione smiled, “promise.” 

Andromeda nodded, before going to find Teddy in the crowd. 

Hermione looked around, everyone was so happy, she caught glimpse at Draco, he was smiling, his hand holding over his heart. 

“There you are!” Theo sighed, as he hooked her arm through his, “I’ve told Ginny i’ve got you.” 

“Were we going?” She questioned.

“Well seeing as I’m no longer taking you for a drink, I’m escorting you to your baby daddy.” He teased.

The pair headed to the teams locker room, Hermione pulled back on Theo’s arm.

“Are you sure I can go in here?” Hermione questioned him.

“It’s just Blaise and Draco, the rest of the team have gone to see their families.” Theo shrugged, “Blaise’s mum is in Italy, and well you’re carrying Dracos.”

“Hmm.” Hermione bit her lip.

Theo opened the door to the locker room.  “Knock knock, I’ve brought a guest, so you have about 30 seconds to cover yourselves.”

They turned the corner, Draco and Blaise were smiling, still in their Quidditch uniforms.”

“Granger!” Blaise called, spotting her first, “heard you’re up the duff.”

“You heard right.” Hermione smiled,Draco and her locked eyes.

“Before you get all, whatever it is you’re doing, is Gin here?” Blaise asked.

“She is, but she saw the photos of you with Pansy, she’s not happy.” Hermione warned.

“Fuck sake.” Blaise rolled his eyes, “I’m going to shower, see you later man.” Blaise slapped Draco on his shoulder before walking away.

Hermione bit her lip, as she felt Draco look her up and down.

“Don’t do that.” Draco told her.

“Sorry.” She whispered, “you were really good.” 

“I have a new kinda luck, I think.” He tapped his chest again.

“I noticed you doing that..” as she was talking, Draco reached into the inside pocket, on his uniform, he smiled as he pulled out the scan photo. 

Hermione felt her heart burst, at what he’d done. 

“I never knew I could love something so much, that I’ve not even seen yet.” He told her. 

“Ain’t that sweet.” Theo grinned, still standing next to them.

“Forgot you were still here.” Draco turned to face him.

“I’m offended, I used to be your everything.”
Theo dramatically gasped.

“Uhm, if you give me twenty minutes, I’d still like to take you to dinner.” Draco blushed nervously, as he turned to Hermione.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” Hermione smiled.

“See how it is.” Theo rolled his eyes laughing, “second a pretty girl comes along, it’s bye bye Theo.”

“Would you mind.” Draco gestured with his eyes for him to leave.

“I don’t know if I like this you. Call me a dick, a bastard, call me something.” Theo shook his head.

“I’ll meet you, in twenty minutes.” Draco ignored Theo, looking at Hermione.

“I’ll take her to the bar.” Theo smiled, “I’ll get my drink with you after all.” 

Hermione smiled at Draco, before taking Theo’s hand. 

——————————————————————

Before she knew it, Draco had whisked her to a small, little restaurant. He held her chair out for her to sit down.

“I’m surprised you’re not out with the guys celebrating. I saw McClaggen in the bar, he was already tipsy.” Hermione laughed, taking the menu, from the waiter.

Draco shook his head, “it was the first game, nothing to celebrate yet, plus I’d rather spend my time, getting to know you better.”

“Is that right?” Hermione blushed, using the menu to hide her cheeks.

Draco nodded, “we spent a night together, and now we’re having a baby, I’d like to explore, what we could be.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione questioned, watching as he poured her a glass of water, from the jug on the table.

“If we work well together, I’d like to date you, get to know you more, if it doesn’t work at least we could say we tried.” Draco told her.

“We take it slow.” Hermione warned him, “I know I’m pregnant, are we’ve already…but we take it slow.” 

“You set the pace, just give me a chance.” Draco placed his hand on top of Hermione’s, “please.” 

Hermione nodded, biting her lip.

“Stop doing that.” Draco told her. 

Chapter Text

Cheering erupted around Hermione, as she stood with Ginny and Greg in the Victory Tavern, a new wizarding sports bar. They had just broadcast cast the latest Quidditch game.

Ginny and Greg knocked their beer bottles together, as they screamed out.

Hermione placed her hand on her 9 week baby bump. “He did it.” She whispered.

“They made it to the finals!” Ginny screamed. “My boy did it!” 

“Your boy?” Hermione questioned, taking a sip of her Lemon mocktail. 

That was something that came unexpected, a craving for lemon, and sour things.

“Well, it’s.. shut up.” Ginny huffed, going back to hi fiving the wizards in the bar.

Hermione shook her head, as she laughed at her friend. 

Draco was due home later tonight, and he planned to meet her at her flat. 

The last four weeks, Draco had been all over the place, playing matches, training, press, but each night, he’d call her until she fell asleep. 

Draco was back for a week, before the big final in London. They had planned to take some time together, to tell each other parents. 

Their relationship was still moving slowly, still learning more about each other, but so far the highlight of her day, was Dracos phone call to her, each night.

“I’m going to head home.” Hermione shouted to Greg, over the chanting wizards, and Ginny.

“Do you need me to walk you?” Greg yelled.

Hermione shook her head, but Greg ignored her. 

He grabbed her jacket, hooking it over his arm, he guided her out the bar.

“I actually wanted to talk to you.” Greg said, as the began the walk to Hermione’s flat.

“Oh, yeah.” Hermione turned to face him.

“My little sister is coming for a visit, she’s on summer break before her last year at Hogwarts.” Greg started to tell her.

“And?”

“And she wants to meet you, discuss your career, and research projects you’ve done, she’s really smart.” Greg smiled, as he talked about his sister, “she’s good, she’s a Ravenclaw.”

“I’d be more than happy.” Hermione told him. 

“Great, she’ll be in our office Friday.” 

“That’s fine, I’ll find out my old notes, I’m sure she’ll find them interesting. It might be nice to discuss my original research, without Ginny’s eyes glazing over.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I’m sure she will love it, I went for lunch at our mother’s last week, and it came up how close we’d gotten, it also got my mother pressuring Tracey to get pregnant.” Greg shuddered, “I’m not ready for mini Greg’s yet.”

“I don’t think anyone will ever be ready for a Mini Greg.” Hermione teased, knocking her shoulder into him.

“That’s not what Tracey says.” Greg winked.

Hermione chucked, “oh I love you.” 

“Well unfortunately you got knocked up, by my friend, so we can never have a chance.” Greg joked, “also, please don’t tell him I proposed to you, I’ve grown to like my face the way it is.”

“I not, still that was sweet of you.” Hermione told him. “Will you make sure Ginny gets home okay?” 

“Of course, we’re hitting up a couple of bars before we call it a night.” Greg told her, as they arrived at the steps leading up to Hermione’s flat.

“Well this is where I bid you good night.” He kissed her cheek.

“Good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She called out to him, as he headed back to Ginny.

By the time Hermione had walked into her flat, and hung her jacket up. Her Floo came to life.

She rushed to it, just as Draco stepped out the flames.

“That was quick.” She grinned, finally seeing him, after talking to him over the phone, for the last 4 weeks. 

“Hey.” He smiled, “I had to see you, straight away. Porkey’d right after the game to the UK office, then floo’d here.” 

“You didn’t have to, you could have celebrated with your team.” She played with the hem of her skirt. 

“There’s only one person I wanted to celebrate with.” He smiled at her.

“Well, Greg and Ginny are drinking Diagon Alley, out of their beers, I’ve just left them at the tavern.” Hermione told him, 

There was still distance between them, Hermione felt her cheeks heat, under his gaze. She brushed her top down, which caused Draco to look to her stomach, a small bump was there. 

“Can I?” He took a few steps towards her.

Hermione was confused at what he was asking, before realising he wanted to touch her belly. 

“Oh I think this is part bump, part bloat.” She joked, “but sure.”

The moment she agreed, Dracos hand rested over her stomach. “When do you start to feel movements?” 

“I think I’ll be able to before you could feel it.” Hermione looked at him, as he crouched down to his knees. 

“I can’t believe you have a baby growing in there.” He whispered, “my baby.” 

“It’s pretty crazy huh?” Hermione felt tears come in her eyes, as she watched him.

“You know at nine weeks, the baby is about the size of a strawberry.” Draco looked up at her. “They also have eyelids, and a little mouth.”

“You’ve been reading the baby books.” Hermione felt a tear leave her eye.

Draco nodded. “Are you still craving lemon?” 

“Very much so, Greg couldn’t be around me when I ate one like an orange earlier.” She laughed.

“Then tomorrow, I’ll fill your kitchen with Lemons.” Draco stood, now he was taller than her. It took him a couple of little hesitant moves, but he pulled Hermione in for a hug. 

Hermione responded by locking her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. 

“My aunt is insisting we have dinner round hers tomorrow.” Draco told her. 

“I’d like that.” 

“Good, because I already agreed.” 

———————————————————————

After an awkward moment, saying goodnight, Draco slept in Hermione’s spare room, the room that would eventually be the nursery.

Hermione woke in the middle of the night with morning sickness, her worry at waking Draco vanished, when he appeared with a glass of water, and started rubbing her back. 

When the sickness passed, Draco made her promise to get him, if she needed him.

When she awoke, Draco was in the kitchen, he’d been out and brought her an Apple pastry, she smiled when she saw it. 

She told him to make himself at home, whilst she was at work, she’d be back in time to go Andromedas together.

Hermione walked into her shared office, smiling as she sipped a bottle of water.

“Do you think she looks freshly shagged?” Lavender laughed, from behind Ginny.

“Post orgasmic bliss, I’d say.” Ginny teased.

“If I got shagged that good, it left me glowing, I’d be happy too.” Lavender stuck her tongue out.

“Glow?” Hermione frowned, “this isn’t a glow, it’s sweat, you try throwing up all night, you’d be glowing too.” 

“So, no post orgasm bliss huh?” Ginny asked.

“We’re not like that, we’re taking it slow.” Hermione told them, as she sat behind her desk.

“Taking it slow, you’ve spoke on the phone every night, for four weeks, he’s into you, you’re into him. It’s time to be…in each other.” Ginny giggled, with Lavender. 

“You two are children.” Hermione scowled at the pair of witches.

Their office door burst open, Greg came running in, “Matthew’s is calling a meeting, all staff are to attend.” 

Hermione sighed, standing back up from her desk. 

“Wonder what he wants?” Lavender asked, as she walked out with them.

Harrison Matthew’s, was a small man, he always wore brightly coloured ties, that would match his choice of glasses, today he’d opted for Turquoise.

“Hermione dear, how you feeling?” Harrison called out to her, as she walked in.

Hermione blushed, feeling all eyes on her. “I’m okay, I need to speak to you later, is that okay?” 

“Of course dear, I’ll make time after the meeting.” He smiled, gesturing her to sit down. 

Hermione took a seat next to Lavender, and Ginny. 

“Okay team, I’ve called you all in, as I’ve heard from reliable intel, Skeeters started her own news report broadcast.” Matthew’s frowned.

“That dirty little beetle.” Ginny mumbled.

“This means I need new ideas, fresh ideas, I know Rita prides herself getting exclusives, but that’s not what we’re abou.” Matthew’s shook his head.

“We can find stories on real life people, actual interesting stories.” Dean offered. He was standing at the back of the room, his camera equipment at his feet, “Rita is all about gossip and scandal, like who the Greengrass sisters are shagging, or who that blonde is, that’s always around Malfoy.”

Hermione felt herself tense up. Ginny squeezed her thigh. 

“I’m not expecting answers today. I’m just pre warning you, Skeeter is our new competition.” Matthew’s told everyone. 

“In the muggle world, they have different channels, with different news broadcasts, it’s quite normal.” Hermione informed everyone. “I wouldn’t worry.”

“Thank you Hermione.” Matthew’s smiled to her. “I just think we need a bit of a shake up.”

“Why don’t we make the last broadcast, like the morning show?” Someone offered.

“I like that.” Matthew’s clicked his fingers, “Ginny, darling, how do you feel about a co host. Oh I can see it now, I want it, I need it.” 

Ginny looked between Greg and Hermione, “huh?”

“Right guys, you’ve got work to do.” Matthew’s stood clapping his hand. “Hermione, you wanted to see me?”

Hermione stood quickly, “yes sir.” 

“Good luck.” Ginny squeezed her arm.

“Love ya babe.” Lavender whispered.

Hemrione waited for everyone to clear out, before walking over to her boss.

“Sit.” He pointed to the chair next to him.

Hermione took a deep breath, “I’ve been meaning to tell you, I’ve just been quite busy.” 

“I heard you and that Weasley fella split, I’m sorry you wasn’t coping well.” Matthew’s gave her a sympathetic smile.

“No, it’s not that. I’m over that, I’m.. you see.. I’m with child.” Hermione sighed. 

“You’re pregnant?”

“9 weeks.”

“Oh, who’s the father?” Matthew’s asked, “wait I don’t do gossip I’m sorry.”

“It’s Draco, Draco Malfoy.”

“Fuck a duck.” Matthew’s gasped out. “Fuck a fucking duck.” He then burst into laughter, grinning wildly.

Hermione frowned at his reaction. 

“Yes, miss buggy isn’t going to get this exclusive.” Matthew’s grinned. 

“I wasn’t ever going to talk to Rita about this.” Hermione put her hand on her stomach protectively.

“Good, that’s what I hoped.” Matthew’s smiled, “but, are you well, is everything okay?” 

Hermione nodded, “I don’t have another appointment for a few weeks, but I feel fine in myself.” 

“Good, good, now I’ll let you get back to work.” Matthew’s dismissed her.

Hermione made her way, back to her office. Ginny and Greg were preparing to leave, Dean was waiting for them.

“Bloody food challenges.” Ginny mumbled, as she passed her, “I’ll call you later.”

“Don’t know why she’s upset, she’s about to get free ice cream.” Greg rolled his eyes.

“Oh if they have any lemon flavour, would you get me some?” Hermione called to them, as they left.

It became an unspoken agreement, that Greg would accompany Ginny on all the field work they did, especially seeing as Hermione was in the early weeks of pregnancy. They felt safer knowing she was in the office.

Hermione was sat at her desk, Greg had brought some lemon drop sweets for her, which Hermione was working her way through.

When Ginny and Greg arrived back, Ginny looked ill. 

“I refuse to do another one of these stupid challengers, Matthew’s is ridiculous for signing off on these.” Ginny flopped down at her desk.

“Guess it didn’t go well.” Hermione hid her smile.

“Oh it went fantastic.” Greg grinned, shrugging off his coat, revealing the ice cream shops merch. “I forgot your ice cream.”

“Forgot, more like ate it.” Ginny snitched on him. “I need to have a lay down.” Ginny rubbed her stomach.

“Hey, I’m the pregnant one, you’re just sick on ice cream.” Hermione laughed. 

After Hermione watched Ginny present the news, she quickly made her way home. Having left Draco unattended in her flat, she was worried what chaos he would have caused. 

Walking into her flat, she could hear her shower running. 

“Draco?” She called out, looking around everything was were she left it, apart from the huge display of lemons, left in her kitchen. “Draco!”

The shower stopped, Hermione looked down the hallway. 

Draco emerged from her bathroom, a small towel wrapped loosely around his waist, strands of his blonde wet hair, fallen over his face. 

Hermione felt her body heat, gods he was attractive. She let her eyes linger over his chest, and down to his legs. 

“Hey.” He smiled to her, “hope you don’t mind, but I went for a quick gym session. I needed to shower.”

“No. No, not at all.” She tried her best to keep eye contact with him, not let her eyes linger down. 

“I’ll get ready and then we can head over to my aunts?” Draco questioned, Hermione had gave up trying not to stare at Dracos body. 

“Sure, I’ll be waiting here.” Hermione blushed.

“Won’t be long.” 

She watched him walk into the spare room, memories flooding of her nails digging into his back. Hermione closed her eyes, before groaning out, it was going to be difficult to take their relationship slow. 

———————————————————————

“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, honestly.” Hermione told Andromeda.

“Oh shush, It’s no trouble.” Andromeda shook her head.

She had made dinner, of grilled salmon and vegetables, apparently it was good pregnancy food. She’d also baked a lemon cake for dessert.

Teddy was scowling, as he was picking at the vegetables on his plate.

“I wanted chips.” The boy sulked.

“So did I.” Draco whispered to him.

“Ah you two can’t team up on me anymore.” Andromeda grinned, holding Hermione’s hand. 

“I still wanted Chips.” Teddy rolled his eyes.

Draco was sat across from Hermione, next to Teddy, every so often she’d glance over at him, and catch his eye. It felt easy, it felt right. 

“So what’s your plans for this week?” Andromeda asked, pouring everyone a glass of water.

“Well I’m going to working from home, for a few days.” Hermione told her, “I’m not very good in the field at the moment, following Ginny around, for different stories, I’m doing a lot of online work. I’ve got to go into the office on Friday, Greg wants me to meet his sister.”

“Geri or Georgia?” Draco asked.

“The youngest one, the one that’s on summer break.” 

“Gilly.” Andromeda and Draco both said together.

“He’s got a lot of sisters then?” Hermione asked.

“His mother re married when Greg was young, his father refused to give her custody, then after the whole…” Andromeda pulled a face, “his mother took him back in, it’s what he needed growing up, not his father.” 

“He’s a different person, he deserves happiness in his life.” Draco said. 

“He’s been excellent with me, and the job. You know when I first found out I was pregnant, and I was panicking, he proposed to me.” Hermione took a sip of water.

“He what now?” Draco frowned. “Did he know I was the father?”

“No, he thought it was Ron.” Hermione shook her head, placing her glass down.

“Draco, dear.” Andromeda warned him, “everything worked out well in the end.” 

Draco sighed, before nodding his head, “it did.”

“So, I hear you’re telling your parents this week.” Andromeda changed the subject.

“I am, I’m not looking forward to it at all.” Hermione winced.

“I’ve also got intouch with father, we’re going to visit him tomorrow.” Draco said, Hermione went wide eyed, she had no idea he was even in touch with Lucius.

“Does she know?” Andromeda asked him.

Draco shook his head, “it’ll be a shock.” 

“I can’t wait for you to find out.” Andromeda laughed. 

“Find out what?” Hermione looked between the two of them. 

“It’ll be fine.” Draco told her, “he’s expecting us around noon. Is that okay for you?”

Hermione nodded, “he’s not going to… hurt me?”

“No, he wouldn’t even dream it.” Andromeda reassured her.

“My parents are separated, surprisingly my father took to muggle life, more than my mother did.” Draco stood, collecting the empty plates of the table. 

“He took to it surprisingly well.” Andromeda stood too, passing more plates for Draco to take to the kitchen. “You done Teddy?”

The little boy rolled his eyes, “obviously.”

“Enough snark young man.” Andromeda sighed, “or we won’t go to the final on Sunday.”

“But, Nan!” The boy plead.

“Look what I’m dealing with.” Andromeda smirked at Hermione.

“How you’re coping with two dramatic males, is beyond me. You deserve a medal.” Hermione laughed.

“Hey!” Draco shouted from the kitchen, “I heard that.”

The two witches laughed, as Draco walked back in, holding two cups of tea, and a glass of water.

Andromeda suggested they sit in the conservatory, so Teddy could have some quiet time. 

Draco sat next to Hermione, he placed his arm round the back of her, she found herself leaning more into him.

“I have to say, of all witches, Draco has brought back, I like you the most.” His aunt smirked, whilst taking a sip of tea.

“All the witches..” Draco rolled his eyes, “let me clarify, when my father left the manor, any marriage contact he arranged had dissolved, so I was flooded with witches inviting themselves round.”

“Remember that one that turned up in a wedding dress?” Andromeda laughed.

“I don’t think it was a wedding dress, but it was an eventful few months, when they realised I didn’t want to be in that world anymore, it all stopped.” Draco told her. “I kinda put off dating, and focused on Quidditch and training.”

Hermione nodded, “well it paid off.” She bit her lip, turning to face him, her eyes flicked down his body.

Draco shook his head, eyes dark, as if he was telling her off for biting her lip. 

———————————————————————

Hermione closed her eyes as she slowly traced her fingers down her body, to her underwear.

She could feel his lips sucking at her neck, as her nails dug into his back. 

She bit her lip, to stop making any noise, as she started rubbing slow circles around her clit. 

She’d been aching, since she saw Draco leave her shower earlier, it got more and more intense, as the night went on. 

The way he held her hand on the way home, the way his aftershave lingered, the way he looked at her. It was driving her crazy.

Dracos hand wrapped around her throat, as he thrust into her. “So good baby. You feel like heaven.” 

She locked her legs around his waist, arching her back off the bed. “My good girl.”

Hermione was practically crying at how much she needed this release. Moved her fingers faster, squeezing her eyes shut, as the memories of their night together flashed before her eyes.

“That’s it baby, that’s it.” Draco told her, as she rocked her hips. His hands squeezing into her thighs. Her head flung back in pleasure. “So fucking beautiful, will never forget the image of you riding me.”

Hermione brought her knees up, as she started to rock against her hand. Pleasure was building, it was torture that the man she was craving, was sleeping in the next room.

His hands grabbed her hair, pulling it tight so her back was against his chest. 
Her cheeks were flushed, and voice was cracked, from screaming. She had tears streaming down her face, he felt so good. 

“Scream for me golden girl, fucking scream.” Placing bruising kisses to her lips, his hand still gripping her hair.

Hermione forgot herself, crying out as she came, “fuck.” She whispered, at the intensity of her orgasm. 

“Hermione are you okay?” Draco came flying through her door, “I heard you scream.”

It took a second, but he quickly assessed what he walked in on. Hermione flustered, the bedsheets kicked to the floor. 

“Get out.” Hermione cried, before covering her face in embarrassment.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I thought, oh.” Draco stuttered.

“Out.” Hermione said into her hands, lying back in her bed.

“See you in the morning.” Draco told her before shutting her door.

Chapter Text

It took all the courage Hermione could find, to walk out her bedroom, the next morning.

She found Draco in her kitchen.

“Morning.” He looked up, “I brought some lemon tea yesterday, would you like some?” 

“If that’s okay?” 

“Of course it is.” He smiled at her, as he put her kettle on.

“Listen.”
“About..”
They both spoke at the same time, both laughing.

“I’m sorry I should have knocked.” Draco told her. 

“Yes.” Hermione laughed, “but I understand why. I’m just having a lot of intense feelings right now.” 

“Yeah?” 

“It doesn’t help, you’re walking around like a bloody Greek god..” Hermione blushed.

“So last night was my fault?” He smirked, passing her the lemon tea.

“Shut up.” She blushed, “we’re taking it slow.” 

“Slow.” Draco repeated, as he nodded his head. “Right get ready, we’re going on a bit of a journey today. I’m kinda hoping you have a car.” 

“I do actually, it’s an a garage round the corner.”

“Good because I read this morning, you can’t use portkeys when you’re pregnant, and my father lives amongst muggles now.” Draco was backing a bag, full of different snacks for the trip.

“I guess I’ll bring the car around.” Hermione took a sip of her lemon tea, before grabbing her keys.

Draco nodded, as he continued to pack the bag.

“What the fuck is that?” Draco frowned, standing on the steps that lead to Hermione’s flat.

“My car.” Hermione told him.

“Where’s the roof?” Draco looked at her.

“It’s a convertible Mini Cooper.” Hermione huffed. “It was Harry’s.”

“Potter drove this?” Draco frowned, “makes sense.”

“Are you going to get in, or not?” Hermione snapped.

Draco chuckled, as he walked towards the passenger side.

“So, where we going?” Hermione asked, setting up her sat nav.

“Bluebell creek.” Draco told her, as he took over putting in the postcode.

“Never heard of it.” Hermione shrugged.

“It’s kinda off the grid. He’s a different man.” Draco warned her, “really different.”

“From the way you and your aunt are talking, you’re making it seem like he’s got a new family and he works at 9-5.” Hermione started to drive, following the sat nav.

“Well, he’s not changed that much.” Draco rolled his eyes.

They’d been driving for about half an hour, Hermione was humming to the radio. Draco watch eating an apple from his bag of snacks.

“So.” Draco finally spoke, “what were you thinking about?” 

“Are you really asking me that?”
Hermione questioned.

“I am, I can tell you that I’ve thought of you, if that’s anything.” He winked.

“I might of replayed our night together.” Hermione was thankful she was focusing on driving, otherwise if she looked at him, she would melt. 

“I do that too!” Draco told her, “your pretty moans, gods Granger, it’s all I’ve thought about.” 

“Stop.” Hermione told him. “I can’t loose myself, just yet.” 

“Yet?” Draco questioned, “hmm, I can work with that.” 

Hermione reached for her sunglasses, putting them on, trying to gain some control of the situation. He wouldn’t be able to read her expression. 

They drove in a comfortable silence for another half an hour. 

“I think we’re here.” Hermione frowned, as she pulled into a car park, in the middle of a wooded area.

“We are.” Draco sighed.

Hermione pressed a button, so the roof of the car came back up, as she looked around. It was just woods.

“We’ve got a little walk.” Draco told Hermione, as he got out the mini, and stretched his legs.

Draco held his hand out to her, which she took. 

“My father is rather into spirituality.” Draco told her, “he lives in a little colony, it’s technically a nudist colony, but I’ve made him promise to wear clothes today.”

Hermione swallowed a laugh, no way could she imagine Lucius Malfoy, living in a spiritualist, nudist colony.  

Yet she was wrong, standing before her was a tall man, with long blonde hair, half of it taken back into a bun, the other half down his shoulders.

Hermione noticed that he was wearing a bright blue silk dressing robe. He had an array of crystal necklaces on, as well as beaded bracelets, he was also barefoot.

“My son. My essence, the very life I created!” Lucius raised his arms, “you’ve come to see me.”

“Hello father.” Draco blushed.

“Your call sounded urgent, is everything okay, your mother is she well?” Lucius questioned, as he walked over to Draco.

“Still the same snooty bitch.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Now, now, let’s not do that.” Lucius warned.

Hermione was shocked, when he pulled Draco in for a hug. 

“My boy.” Lucius grinned wildly, before kissing his forehead.

Hermione didn’t recall ever witnessing Lucius smile, let alone show Draco any affection. 

“I thought I told you to wear clothes.” Draco sighed, as his father finally let go of him.

“What is this?” Lucius pulled at his silk robe.

“That’s not clothes, I’ve just had something rub against me, I wish wouldn’t have.” 

“Don’t be so prude Draco.” Lucius tutted, “being naked is perfectly natural, the most natural thing on earth, how else are we to connect with the universe if we have barriers on our bodies?”

Draco gave Hermione a look that said ‘I’m sorry for him.’ 

“Well father, could we perhaps go inside, you remember Hermione right?” Draco nodded to her.

Lucius turned to face her, he smiled taking a deep breath, “I asked my spirt guides, for a chance at forgiveness every day, and here you are. Miss Granger.” Lucius walked over to her, before she had chance to react, he pulled her into a hug. 

“Wow, you were right about feeling everything.” She whispered to Draco. 

“Miss Granger, please before we carry on.” He removed a necklace, “Black Tourmaline, it provides the body with protection.” He passed her the crystal necklace, “my former life, I don’t know who that person was, i don’t remember fully my life before, but out here I was born again, this is the me that I’ve been searching for. I want to apologise, all the harm I’ve ever caused you.” 

Hermione nodded, “thank you, sir. It may take awhile to fully heal, but I can see you’re no longer that man.”

“Thank you miss Granger.” Lucius smiled at her. “Follow me.” 

Lucius led them into a little wooden shack. 
Cushions on the floor, that was used as seats, the overwhelming smell of sage.

“Sit right there, my lovelies.” Lucius pointed to a couple of large pillows, as he sat opposite them.

“So why are you here?” Lucius questioned.

“We have some news.” Draco started to say.

“I didn’t realise there was a ‘we.’ Lucius grinned, looking between the pair.

Hermione and Draco looked at each other, deciding it’s best to just come out and say it.

“I’m pregnant.” Hermione told him.

“I’m the father.” Draco added.

Lucius gasped, smiling, tilting his head back, reaching both arms above his head, “how wonderful!”

Draco closed his eyes in embarrassment.

“You have the miracle of life, growing in your womb!” Lucius turned his attention to Hermione. “We must celebrate.” Lucius quickly stood, flashing himself as his dressing robe became open.

“Jupiter, Strawberry!” Lucius clapped his hands, as two, very naked, women walked into the room. 

Jupiter was tall, and slim, her long hair in braids, she was wearing the same amount of crystal beads as Lucius. 

Strawberry was smaller, but looked older, she had red frizzy hair, and freckles that covered her body.

“We must celebrate, let the others know, get the bonfire started, my son has shared his essence of life!” Lucius clapped his hands, and the two women left.

“Now son, please share with me, what position you found the most enjoyable, when creating life, I must say as I’ve gotten older, I prefer when the woman is on top, my knees just aren’t what they used to be.” Lucius looked over at Draco, “nevermind, we’ll talk later, I must prepare the afternoon festivities, you two stay right here.”

Hermione and Draco watched Lucius run off.

“Sometimes I miss the man that signed me up for a mad man’s deadly cult, as a teenager.” Draco whispered.

“He’s.. he’s..”

“Mad? Different? Fucking bonkers?” Draco tried to fill in her sentence.

“Sweet.”

“Sweet?” Draco questioned, “the man just asked what sex position I find enjoyable, we once went years without speaking, and now he’s asking me this?” 

Hermione laughed tapping his leg, “are Jupiter and Strawberry your new step mummies?”

“Witch.” Draco frowned.

“This is brilliant.” Hermione laughed.

A while later, Hermione was out of her depths, as she sat next to a bonfire, around twelve men and women, of different sizes, ages and shapes, all naked, were chanting as they danced round.

Lucius was sat on a rug, his robe now off, Jupiter and Strawberry both cuddled into him.

“When can we go?” Draco questioned Hermione.

“I don’t know, they’ve done this for us.” Hermione looked over Lucius, now Strawberry was feeding him grapes. 

“Draco!” Lucius called to his son, waving him over.

“We’re being summoned.”
He grabbed Hermione’s hand, walking over to his father.

“Would you give me a moment.” Lucius looked to Strawberry and Jupiter, both nodded, before smiling at Draco as they walked away.

“Sit down.” Lucius gestured to the rug he was sat on.

“I don’t think I want to.” Draco mumbled, before Hermione pulled him down with her.

“We haven’t had chance to talk, since you told me your news. I’m absolutely thrilled for you. The universe is magical, which is ironic I know.” Hermione thought Lucius’s face would be hurting, with how much she’d seen him smiling today. “I’d love nothing more than to be part of your pregnancy journey, I’m quite good at herbal and crystal healing. I don’t want to brag either but I’ve delivered two babies here.”

“I’ll have to think about it, I might have complications.” Hermione’s hand went to her stomach, where all them years ago, he witnessed her hit with the spell that caused her damage.

Lucius had the same realisation, he reached forward grabbing both of her hands, “I will make this right, I’ll come and visit you, I’ll sage your home, we can chant together.” 

“Will you be wearing clothes?” Draco questioned.

“If it’s a necessity, then yes.” Lucius sighed, “I don’t understand how you’re so prude when it comes to naked bodies, I seem to remember walking in you, young master Nott and Young master Blaise, all with your trousers down, comparing yourselves…”

“I was 11..” Draco interrupted him.

“You was all 15, don’t lie, you only have yourself to fool.” Lucius shook his head.

Hermione bit her hand to stop from laughing.

“Well, right now I’d appreciate if you wasn’t naked in front of the mother of my child, your grandchild.” 

Lucius suddenly froze, his eyes watering, “I’m going to be a pappy.”

“Is he crying?” Hermione whispered.

“He does this sometimes.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Comfort him.” Hermione told him.

“He’s naked.” Draco protested, before admitting defeat, carefully going to hug his father. 

“I’m going to be a pappy, I’ll be the best pappy in the whole world.” Lucius told him.

“I’m sure you will.”

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The bag of snacks were left untouched, as Draco and Hermione drove back in silence.

Hermione couldn’t believe how much Lucius had changed, even if Andromeda had told her of Lucius new outlook on life, she wouldn’t have believed her. 

Draco was biting his lip, unsure what to say. A million thoughts going through his head.

“Out with it, you’re thinking too loud.” Hermione finally said.

“Are we still okay?” Draco turned to look at her.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” 

“That fruit loop I have for a father.” Draco stated, “he wants to be your birthing partner, I’m glad you nipped that in the bud.”

“I do have complications Draco.” Hermione told him, “I have scaring” 

“The doctor said..” 

“The muggle doctor, in reality we don’t know the whole picture, it was dark magic used, so I’m being cautious with everything.” Hermione told him. 

“Who was it?” Draco asked.

“Why does it matter? It was years ago.” Hermione gripped the steering wheel.

“Please tell me.” 

“Dolohov.” She sighed.

Draco frowned, she could see his hands tensing as he grabbed his legs. 

“Can we change the subject?” Hermione asked, “I don’t particularly want to relive that..”

“Sure.” Draco smiled, “tell me about your parents..”

“Ahh, about them, I’ve arranged for them to come for dinner tomorrow. Were not as close as we once was, but…” 

“But they’re better than my crazy of a father?” 

“Maybe.” Hermione laughed. “Maybe not.”

———————————————————————

Back at her flat, Hermione threw her keys on the counter. 

Draco had gone for a late training session.

She made herself a lemon tea, that Draco had brought her. It had been an eventful day.

She heard a tapping on her window, it was Ron’s owl.

“Hey, I’m sorry I don’t have anything for you.” She spoke to the owl, what huffed back at her, before dropping the letter.

Mione, 

I want to invite you to Ginnys surprise birthday party, it’s at the Burrow next month, please invite all your work colleagues and anyone else she might want. 

I miss you, and maybe we could talk at the party? 

Yours always,
Ron 

Hermione discarded the letter.  She’d reply another time. She knew exactly how that conversation would go. 

Ginny had already been talking about having a quiet birthday in, but was sure she’d love a big party, she’d get round to sharing the invite, when she was back at work. 

“Hey!” Draco called out, as he walked through her Floo, “I showered at the gym tonight, didn’t want you to have any unpure thoughts.” He teased.

“Joke all you want, I’m not ashamed, there’s nothing wrong with releasing tension, every once in a while.” She huffed.

“Releasing tension? Is that what you’re calling it?” Draco laughed.

Hermione squinted her eyes at him.

“Okay, well I’m sleeping right next door, if you want to release tension together?” He winked.

Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach, no she had to push through, take it slow, get to know each other, he had a massive game on Sunday, she couldn’t complicate his head. 

She saw his eyes look at Ron’s letter.

“Oh, Ginny’s having a surprise party next month.” She told him.

“Oh. Sounds nice.”

“Not really.” Hermione scrunched her face up, “would you like to..perhaps come with me?”

“Be your date?” Draco asked.

Hermione blushed at the idea of Draco being her date, “if you want it to be.”
She tried to play it cool.

“I’d love to be.” He smiled.

“Good.”

“Right.” Draco stood, “I’ve got an early training session.” He walked over to her, kissing the side of her head, “I’ll be back here in time to help with dinner prep.” 

“Goodnight Draco!” She called to him.

“Goodnight Granger, dont forget silencing charms, I know I won’t!” He waved, as he walked to his room.

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“Why is she here?” Draco looked over at Ginny, sipping tea in a chair, in the corner of the room.

“Because my parents actually like her.” Hermione was running around her flat, fluffing cushions, lighting candles, making sure everything was in its place.

“Plus, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Ginny grinned. 

“I don’t appreciate that look Ginny, please would you just stand up until they come.” Hermione was stressed.

“You met my father yesterday, trust me, the worst is over.” Draco put his hands on both of her shoulders, “calm down.”

“No you don’t understand, my mother classes Ginny as the daughter she wishes she’d had.” Hermione nodded to her friend, “I’m about to tell her I’m pregnant, not married, still living in this tiny little flat, it’s not going to go well.” 

“I’m sure they’ll be fine, parents love me. Pansys mother used to regular request me to accompany her to tea.” Draco bragged. 

“Is this when you was at hogwarts?” Ginny asked.

“Yes, Pansy and I used to date, you don’t remember?” Draco frowned.

“It’s a bit odd that a forty year old woman would request the company of a 15 year old boy.” Ginny looked disgusted.

“I’m just good with parents, trust me.” Draco scowled, “I need you to introduce me, proper sell me. Yeah?”

“You want me to sing a little song too?” Ginny questioned.

“like you can sing.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Stop!” Hermione shouted. “Please I’m so nervous.”

A knocking came from her front door. “Oh fuck. Okay.”

Hermione opened her door, to great her parents. Taking both their jackets she lead them through to her living room, whilst she headed off to the kitchen, to finish dinner.

“Oh Ginny dear!” Hermione’s mother Jean, beamed when she saw her.

“Hey, we’ve missed you.” David smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Is this your fella?” David nodded at Draco, “we wish Hermione would meet someone decent, instead of that tosser, you call a brother.”

“David.” Jean swatted his arm, “he might be here.”

Draco and Ginny looked at each other.

“Like I’d date you.” Ginny gagged.

“The feelings rather mutual.” Draco agreed.

Hermione ran into the living room, “please come and take a seat, Dinners ready.”

“What no wine?” Jean asked, “this isn’t how you great guests.” 

“And honestly Hermione, would it kill you to hoover?” David questioned.

Ginny and Draco shared a look, as they made their way to the dining table.

Hermione’s hands were shaking, as she took a seat next to Draco, she’d brought dinner out, her parents were starting to eat.

“Calm down.” Draco placed a hand on her thigh. “It’ll be fine.”

Hermione gave him a small smile.

“So where is Ron tonight?” Jean asked.

“I told you, he broke up with me.” Hermione reminded her.

“Oh I remember, darling you need to start taking better care of yourself, if you can’t keep someone interested… you’ll never find a husband.” Jean told her, as she sipped on a glass of wine.

“Actually mum, I want to introduce you to someone, this is Draco..” Hermione started to say.

“Oh Christ!” David exclaimed, “is he your new boyfriend, that’s hysterical, how much is she paying you?”

“Excuse me?” Draco asked.

“Our little Mione, wouldn’t be in your league, you must work for an agency or something, I’ve read about male escorts, I never thought I’d meet one.” Jean smiled at Draco.

Ginny burst out laughing, the idea of Draco being a paid male escort.

“I’d appreciate you not to call him that.” Hermione frowned.

“Actually we have some news.” Draco took charge of the conversation, “we’re going slow, but we’re having a baby.” Draco interlocked hands with Hermione.

“I’m sorry.” David’s eyes flashed between the two. 

“Oh I like wine.” Ginny tried to break the tension. “Red or white, it’s lovely.”

“You’re pregnant, as in having a baby, with a man you barely know?” Jean asked.

“Well we kinda went to school together..” Hermione tried to reason with her mum.

“And were you friends?” David asked.

“Er no.” Hermione looked down.

“Potatoes are fantastic aren’t they?” Ginny questioned.

“Listen, even though the nature of this pregnancy was a shock, I’m one hundred percent in this, your daughter is so passionate, so incredibly good, I’m lucky she’s letting me be involved.” Draco squeezed her hand.

“Listen son, if she’s trapped you, just say, I’m sure we can work out an agreement.” David got his wallet out.

“Can you have red wine with chicken?” Ginny wondered.

“Sir, I’m crazy about your daughter. I don’t need your money.” Draco told him.

“You’re really pregnant?” Jean looked at Hermione.

“I am, and I’m happy.” Hermione smiled.

“So you knocked my daughter up, but you’re not going to marry her?” David stared at Draco.

“Daddy!” Hermione gasped.

“Well, it’s going to be so hard, but you have our support, isn’t that right David.” Jean knocked her shoulder into him.

“Hmm, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” David looked at Draco, pointing his knife at him.

———————————————————————

“Well that was fucking dreadful.” Ginny exclaimed, flopping down on the sofa, the moment Hermione’s parents left.

“I think my back is sweating.” Draco admitted, “he’s fucking scary.”

“Tell me about it.” Ginny agreed.

“How is it, the only parent that’s looking forward to this, is your father?” Hermione turned to look at Draco.

“I know.” Draco sighed.

“Right I’m off!” Ginny stood up, “Blaise is at mine, and I’m needed.” 

“Thought you hated him.” Hermione raised her eyebrow.

“I’m a woman, I have needs, you know..” Ginny laughed.

“Actually..” 

“Shut it!” She pointed at Draco, who laughed.

“Okay you’re cute.” Ginny teased, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Greg said his sister is still wanting to talk.” 

“I’m aware, I’m looking forward to having a conversation with someone who actually appreciates what work I do.” Hermione teased.

“Whatever, I’m just the face.” Ginny pouted her lips, before heading to the floo.

Draco walked behind the seat, Hermione was sitting in, he started rub her shoulders. 

“Sorry it didn’t go great.” Draco sighed.

“Don’t worry, at least they know.” Hermione smiled, closing her eyes, at the feeling of his hands on her.

“True, it’ll be fine, worst comes to worst my father can help out with the baby. You think they make little baby crystal bracelets?” He tried to joke.

“I’m sure he’s making one right now.”
Hermione still had the crystal necklace he gave her on.

“You’re really tense you know?” Draco questioned, as he rubbed deeper into her shoulders.

“I’m aware.” She sighed out, as his fingers worked wonders on her neck. 

“You still coming on Sunday? I kinda need you there.” Draco asked.

“You need me?”

“Yeah, I’ve had the scan photo with me at every game, Sunday it’s the final, I need you both with me.” 

“Then I’ll be there, but if cinnamon with an s says anything, she’ll get my shoe at her head.” Hermione warned him.

“Pregnancy is really making you attractive.” Draco teased.

Something had changed between the pair, they were a lot more comfortable in each other’s presence. 

“I’m at training all day tomorrow, and then a press conference, I think we’re all staying together on Saturday.” Draco told her.

“Thats understandable, you do what’s best for you.” Hermione smiled, as Draco stopped massaging her, she stood up to face him.

“I just want to say, as well these few days, I’ve really enjoyed them…” Draco started to blush as he stumbled his words.

Hermione cut him off, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for being here.” She smiled at him. “Goodnight Draco.” 

———————————————————————

Draco had left for training, by the time she awoke, a little disappointed in seeing the kitchen empty. 

He left a note, telling her he’d be back later, next to a cup of lemon tea, he’d made for her. 

She smiled at the gesture, as she got ready for work.

When she made it to the office, Greg was already there, he informed her Ginny was running late.

“My sister will be here soon.” Greg told her, “she’s really insistent on seeing you.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Hermione smiled, switching her computer on, and getting a lemon out of her bag.

“That is just criminal.” Greg gagged, as he watched her peel open the lemon.

“The baby needs it.” Hermione pouted, as took a bite of the lemon.

“Ugh.” Greg screwed his nose up.

“Oi, I watched you eat oysters the other day.” Ginny came strutting into the office, hair bouncing as she walked.

“That’s different..” Greg tried to justify.

“Shes growing a baby, be nice.” Ginny warned him.

Hermione smirked at him, before returning to her lemon. 

“So guys.” Ginny clapped her hands together, “it’s the last show before the big final on Sunday, I’ve got Dean down at the training ground, getting exclusive footage, team interviews, I’ve got Puddlemere and The Cannons coach’s coming in for a live interview later, Blaise might be popping in for a pre recorded interview too, if he gets time.” Ginny blushed.

“Are you going to the press conference later?” Hermione asked.

“Deans going.” Ginny frowned, “he was already with the team today, anyways.”

“Dont forget, Cormac said we can run a competition to win a date with him.” Greg reminded them, which caused Ginny to roll her eyes.

“Unfortunately that will gain us some views.”
Ginny tutted. 

“I’ll run it by Matthew’s.” Greg told them, “I’m going to get my sister from the reception too.” 

———————————————————————

Gilly was the complete opposite of Greg, Hermione had to look twice, when she saw her.

She was small framed, blonde hair braided down her back, black rectangle glasses. She was walked into the office behind Greg.

“Guys this is Gilly.”

“Hi, nice to meet you!” Hermione stood shaking her hand. 

Gilly smiled, as she shook her hand.

“Hi, welcome to this madness.” Ginny gestured her arms around, “come on Greg, we need to prep the studio.”

“That’s fine, we can let these two swots chat.” Greg poked Gilly in her ribs, teasing her, before leaving.

As the door shut, Hermione got out all her paperwork. “So Gilly, what type of research are you wanting to get into, I did a summer apprenticeship with a wonderful Potioneer in France, the summer after leaving school, we was looking into the differences in muggle medicine, and potions, it was really fascinating. I’m currently working with News and current events, I know it’s a big career change, but it gets me home at reasonable hour every night.” 

Gilly shook her head, looking towards the closed door, “I don’t actually care about any of that, I’ve heard you’re pregnant, I am too, and I need help.”

“Oh…no.” Hermione mumbled. 

Hermione panicked, taking Gilly out the office for more privacy, she took her back to her flat. 

“Okay, let me think.” Hermione started pacing back and forth. “How old are you?”

“Sixteen.” Gilly frowned, “age has nothing to do with it, I want this baby, it’s my choice.”

“I know.” Hermione held her hands up. “I’m not taking this away from you.”

“Good.”

“How far along are you?” Hermione asked.

“Around 9 weeks.”

“Same as me, oh fuck you’re going to be pregnant, at Hogwarts.” Hermione gasped.

“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on going back.”

“You’ve got to go back, you have to, ah, who’s the father?” Hermione asked.

Gilly shook her head, “you’ll tell Greg, and I’m not ready for that yet.”

“You have to tell him, you have to tell someone.” Hermione warned her.

“I have, I’ve told you. Please just keep this a secret for a few weeks, just write to me, tell me what I need to do.” Gilly pleaded.

“Fine, but I’m denying I ever knew, if it comes out.” Hermione sat on the sofa, next to her.

“Thank you, I just don’t know what I’m feeling now, it’s a lot.” Gilly turned to face her.

“I have some books, I can give you.” Hermione told her.

“Please.” Gilly nodded, “please can we write and help me work the courage in telling Greg and my parents.”

Hermione nodded, “you have a month.” 

“A month?” Gilly gasped.

“That’s when you start showing.” Hermione warned her.

“Fuck.” Gilly shook her head.

Gilly was just leaving, when Draco floo’d to her flat.

“Was that Greg’s sister?” Draco asked, causing Hermione to jump.

“Yes, it’s been an eventful afternoon.” Hermione ran a hand through her hair.

“Did you to nerds out nerd each other?” Draco joked.

“Is it really wise to cause the woman growing your child a nerd?” Hermione turned to face him.

“Well, we’re not at the stage yet, where you’ll let me call you what I want to.” Draco winked.

“I can’t tell if that was supposed to be sweet or dirty.” Hermione squinted her eyes at him.

“Take it however you want, baby.” He teased. “So, how’d it go?”

“You need to promise me, you won’t tell Greg, I mean it.” She pointed at him. “Can you do that?”

Draco nodded.

“She’s pregnant.”

“Pregnant, she’s sixteen!” Draco gasped, “who did it, I’ll kill him.”

“Calm down.” She placed a hand on his chest. “She won’t tell me, she’s so sure she wants to keep the baby.”

“Well she’s an idiot.” Draco snapped, “she’s ruining her life.”

“Excuse me?” Hermione felt offended at his words.

“Yes, a baby is going to ruin everything.” Draco told her.

“Oh, okay, that’s how you really feel, has this whole thing been an act?” Hermione asked, as she pushed on his chest.

“What?” Draco looked confused at her reaction, “with her?”

“With us, have I ruined your life?” She asked him.

“No, no, NO!” He shouted, “with us it’s different, she’s a sixteen year old kid, with us, we have each other, we have careers, money, it’s different.” Draco defended himself.

“I’m sorry.” Hermione started to cry, “I don’t know why I’m crying.. I thought that..”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight.

———————————————————————

The game was tense, it had been eighty minutes and France were playing dirty.

Hermione sat with her eyes covered, after a player had almost knocked Draco off his broom.

“He’s fine.” Theo laughed, wrapping an arm around her.

“Darling, you’d hate to see how they play at Puddlemere.” Andromeda chucked, “on his last game, he had a broken arm.”

“Oh great.” Hermione sighed.

“It’s fine, he’s used to it, he’s playing good.” Theo told her. 

“I can’t watch this.” Hermione sat with both her hands over her eyes.

Hermione could hear Teddy chanting for Draco, she smiled, a vision came to her in a few years, their child would be doing the same. 

“You care for him, don’t you?” Andromeda asked.

Hermione nodded.

“Tell him, he’s so unsure you know.” Andromeda told her, “I know it’s scary and you want to take it slow, but sometimes it’s worth the risk.”

“All day at training. He was talking about you, ‘if Granger would show up, she invited me as a date to girl Weasleys birthday, that has to be something?’ It’s driving us mad, please put him out his misery.” Theo mimicked Draco. 

Hermione felt happy, he was talking about her, to his friends. 

“AND ITS ALL OVER ENGLAND CATCH THE SNITCH!”

Andromeda and Theo both screamed, as well as all the crowd. 

She looks down and sees Ginny jumping up and down with her brother, George. 
Greg had pulled Tracey in for a kiss. Theo had Teddy on his shoulders, as they watched the team celebrate. 

Within moments, the team arrive in the family box, family members flood to them, congratulating them. 

Hermione spots Draco, as he’s walking over to her. 

She could feel her heart flutter, with how he’s looking at her.

“You came.” He said, eyes looking over her, blushing when he realises she’s wearing a basic quidditch jersey.

“I said I would.” She blushed.

“And she’s been a nervous bloody wreck.”
Theo appeared next to them, “panicking everytime the other team came close to you.”

“Theo.” Andromeda shook her head, as she pulled him away from them.

“But..” Theo tried to put up a fight, as he was dragged away.

“Worried for me, huh Granger?” Draco smirked. 

“No.” Hermione shook her head, “I’m just concerned, if anything happened, the baby won’t have a father.” Hermione tried to act nonchalant.

“Oh.” Draco looked a little sad, “I guess I’ll see you…”

“Wait.” Hermione grabbed his jersey with both hands, pulling him to her, before pushing her lips down on his.

Draco smiled, as he kissed back. His hands holding onto her waist, as his took control of the kiss. 

Hermione felt herself getting lost in the moment, his hands on her, his lips, this man could kiss.

“Eeeeee!” The pair broke apart, seeing all eyes on them, Theo was giddy with excitement.

“Well..” Hermione whispered to him.

“Well?”

“Maybe I was a little worried about you.”
She blushed.

Chapter Text

Hermione sat in the muggle health centre, she was attempting to read a magazine, that was laying around. 

The seat next to her was empty, he promised he’d be here. 

Hermione was aware he was going through rigorous tests and training, for the upcoming Quidditch Championship, and after his success in the World Cup, Puddlemere United were working him twice as hard. 

Hermione was around thirteen weeks, and Dr Ranson had arranged for growth scan. She was technically in the ‘safe zone’ as she was going into her second trimester.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Draco sighed, as he took a seat next to her. 

“Where have you been?” She hissed, closing the magazine on her lap.

“Pissy receptionist wouldn’t let me in.” He held his hands up, “I’ve come straight from training.” 

“I’m sorry for snapping, I was just panicking, and nervous.” She apologised, “I didn’t think you’d make it.”

“I told you I’d be here, and I am. Even old bat receptionists, with god complex’s can’t stop me.”

Hermione chucked, as she rested her head on his shoulder. 

Since she took all her courage, and kissed him after his team won the World Cup, they still hadn’t defined what their relationship was. He’d stay with her, on his days off, they’d go for lunch at local restaurants, Draco would bring baked goods, that is aunt would make her, and they’d spend their nights cuddled together, but they hadn’t gone any further than kissing, and it was driving Hermione insane. 

“Oh I’ve got something to ask you..” Draco started to say.

“Miss Granger!” Dr Ranson called.

“Tell me after?” Hermione questioned, as he helped her up.

Draco nodded, before following the doctor through to his room.

“I’m setting up appointments with a midwife for you.” Dr Ranson spoke, “I’m aware of the private clinic you’re under, but i think you’d appreciate it, they’ll be able to sign you up to different classes.”

“Thank you.” Hermione smiled, as she lay on the bed.

“I’ve prepared myself this time.” Draco smirked.

“Ah I remember son, you wasn’t a big fan of my wand.” The doctor teased, “unfortunately I won’t be getting that out today, it’s just a standard scan.” 

Draco frowned, as he looked over at Hermione.

“Roll your top up, Miss Granger.” 

Hermione rolled her top up, as the Dr squirted some gel on her lower abdomen. “It’s cold.” He warned.

“If you both would like to watch the screen.” He pointed to the computer, next to Hermione’s head.

Hermione flinched, as he pressed down hard on her stomach, she instantly grabbed Dracos hand. 

“There the little bugger is.” Dr Ranson laughed.

“Oh my”

“God!” 

“That’s our baby.” Draco lent down, placing a kiss into Hermione hair. 

“They grew!” Hermione grinned. 

“That little flicker.” The doctor pointed at the screen, “that’s the heartbeat.”

Hermione turned her head, to look at Draco, he was mesmerised. 

“I’ll get some pictures printed out.” Dr Ranson told them, “everything appears to growing okay, if you do have any questions, please ask.” 

“I think we’re okay.” Hermione smiled at him.

“I will say, since you’re entering your second trimester, you will most likely be experiencing a bit of pain, your body is growing and changing, it’s completely normal.” Dr Ranson informed her.

“You’re going to be unbearable now, aren’t you?” She rolled her eyes, as she looked over at Draco.

“Oh even more so.” Draco smirked.

“What did you want to tell me?” Hermione asked him.

“There’s a gala coming up, all the Quddich team are going, I was wondering if you wanted to come…with me?”

Hermione grinned, “nodding her head.”

“It’s not for a couple of months.”

“I’d love to come.”

After saying goodbye, parting with a kiss, Hermione headed back to the office, whilst Draco headed back to Dorset, to continue his training.

Lavender was prepping with Ginny, for the live show. They were having a relationship and sex expert in the studio, to discuss her new book.

Greg was missing the interview, as he had a dinner to attend with his family, Hermione hoped Gilly was going to tell him tonight, she promised once she had, she’d attend a scan with her. 

“So what does the baby look like?” Ginny asked from her desk. “Is it all pointy and flipping you off?” 

Hermione huffed at her, “no, they’re perfect.” She got out the new photo, showing it the girls.

Lavender squealed when she saw the photo, “how amazing.”

“Definitely Malfoys kid, look at the size of the head.” Ginny joked.

“My baby is perfectly proportioned.” She held a hand over her bump, as if she was protecting it.

“I know, I just joke.” Ginny rolled her eyes. 

“Ginny is just nervous, this relationship expert will make her feel bad over her ‘situationship’ with Blaise.” Lavender chuckled, using her wand to straighten Ginny’s hair. 

“What ‘situationship’ you just answer his call, when he’s lonely.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“It’s like I’m under his spell, I know he fucks around, all Quidditch players care about is sex and status.” Ginny sighed.

Hermione frowned at her, she hadn’t told anyone that Draco refused to go further than kissing her.

“They’re so pent up with adrenaline, they’ll fuck the first thing they can.” Ginny continued to say, “it’s like I’m fighting to be that first thing.”

“Have you told him how you feel?” Lavender asked.

“Don’t be stupid.” 

“It might be different, if you acknowledge that you have feelings?” Hermione asked, mainly to tell herself, that there was nothing wrong with the way Draco and her’s relationship was progressing.

“I doubt it, Blaise told me even Oliver had a wondering eye this tournament, Oliver Wood, the man that’s had the happiest marriage I’ve ever known!” Ginny placed her head in her hands, leaning on her desk.

Hermione and Lavender both looked at each other.

“I asked if he wanted to do something for my birthday at the weekend, but he said no.” 

Hermione bit her lip, she knew he said no, because he was already going to her surprise birthday party. 

“It might not mean anything, I’ve had to pass on going for cocktails with you and Lavender.” Hermione tried to reason with her,  Lavender was the ploy to distract her, and get her to the Burrow. 

“You’re pregnant, that’s a perfect good enough reason.” Ginny shook her head, “plus I’ve noticed your ankles are starting to swell if you stand up too long, and your clothes are getting a bit tighter.” 

“Alright, let’s not pick on the pregnant lady.” Hermione frowned, pulling at her top.

“Sorry, I’ll be better once this interview is over.” Ginny stood, Lavender tripping back behind her. “Let’s get this over with.”

Walking into the studio, it had been turned pink, with little glistening hearts floated around. 

The relationship, and sex expert, Velma Parks, sat being fussed over, by her entourage. 

She was dressed head to toe in red, bright red lipstick, red glasses, red high heels.

The strong smell of perfume, made Hermione’s stomach turn.

She watched as Ginny and Lavender, went to introduce themselves.

“Where do you find these people?” Dean questioned Hermione, as he was setting up the cameras.

“This one wasn’t us, surprisingly.” Hermione rolled her eyes, “Matthew’s thought we’d get a better interview.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Dean laughed. “I feel like we’ve not spoken in ages.”

“Well, you’re my ex’s best friend.” Hermione shrugged.

“Ahh, he misses you, you know.” Dean told her.

“I don’t care.” Hermione rolled her eyes, she liked Dean, she really did, but his loyalty to Ron, was questionable. “He broke up with me, because I didn’t want to open up our relationship.”

“Can you blame him?” Dean questioned, “you guys have been together since you were teens, it’s only natural to want to explore, before you settle down.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.” Hermione seethed, “that’s not how love works, that’s not how relationships work, if you want to explore, then you’re not right for each other.” 

“Oh naive Hermione.” Dean chuckled, “come to the pub with us after work, it’s been ages and I’ll buy you a glass of Merlot.” 

“I can’t drink, idiot.” Hermione snapped, remembering not everyone knew she was pregnant. “I’m on a detox, but I’ve already got plans with Lavender and Ginny.”

That was true, she was meeting them at the Leaky after this interview.

“Oh, well, will you be at Ginnys surprise party?” Dean whispered, his eyes flicking over to her, making sure she hadn’t heard.

“I’ll be there.” She told him, interrupted by the camera buzzing.

“Right I’ve got to fix this.” Dean pointed to the device. “I hate technology.”

Hermione huffed, as she went to stand by the side of the stage. 

Hermione watched, as Ginny introduced Velma, smiling brightly at the cameras.

“So, you seem to be the expert on all things love?” Ginny questioned, shuffling the papers in front of her.

“I’d say so, I work with a lot of couples. I started writing books because I don’t want people to think love is complicated.” Velma sat up straight, answering like she’d prepped for these questions.

“I personally think love and relationships are complicated.” Ginny stated.

“Oh tosh to that.” Velma laughed, “the only time I’ve ever known a relationship to grow complicated, is during pregnancy.”

This caught Hermione’s attention.

“When pregnancy is involved, it’s a magical time, you’re bringing life into the world, but sometimes for men, they completely loose their sex drives, which causes infidelity, they still adore their partner, but no longer find her attractive.” Velma told Ginny, like she actually believed the words she was saying. “I’ve had to work with lots of couples to help bring back that spark.

Hermione’s mind started to spiral, he didn’t want to sleep with her, because he didn’t find her attractive. They only had one night together, what if they never had this spark.

Ginny shook her head at what Velma was saying, “I don’t know if i believe that, my parents had 7 children and they are so in love. Still.”

“Hmm.” Velma turned her nose up, “sometimes people are different, but let me get back on track, my book is basically advice on all kinds of relationships problems, I personally believe if you’re ment to be as a couple, you can work through anything.”

“I believe that too, we put out that you’d be joining us, and we have a few viewer questions, would that be okay?” Ginny asked.

“Go ahead.” Velma waved her hand, as if to say hurry up.

“Okay, oh this is from an anonymous witch, she’s seeing a Quidditch player, they hook up often, but he won’t commit, he’s been spotted out with other witches, but always goes back to her, is she wasting her time?” Ginny bit her lip.

“Oh that poor girl, I think it’s time she needs to have the dreaded conversation, if he doesn’t want to commit, or label them, leave. It’s not worth the heartbreak. In my younger days I’d of suggested to be petty back, give him a taste of his own medicine, show up with a date, to somewhere he’d be.” Velma laughed, “but I’m too old for to suggest such petty games.” 

“Interesting.” Ginny nodded. “Okay, another one, I’m hopelessly in love with the man I work for, I’m close with his family member who’s filling my head with promises of how we’d be together, is he playing hard to get? How would I get him? Please help.”

“Oh the standard work place crush, I bet that goes on a lot here.” Velma laughed looking around at the crew, “so, you need to lay your cards down, and by that I mean I big gesture, something he can’t say no to, I once worked with a women that wore nothing but a trench coat, to a man house she was hopelessly in love with, and it damn well worked.” 

“So you’re suggesting seduction?” Ginny chuckled. 

“Well, if she’s close with his family, he must have some feelings?” Velma questioned, “maybe she just needs to be the one that gives them the push.”

“But remember folks, check your workplace polices on relationships.” Ginny winked at the camera. “Okay last one, I want my ex back. We broke up, but I made a terrible mistake.”

Velma laughed, “again, if you’re meant to be, you’re meant to be, grand gestures, always work.” Velma nodded at the camera.

Hermione had heard enough, how this woman was classed as an expert was beyond her. 

She looked over at Lavender, who also rolled her eyes, as if she could hear what she was thinking. 

“What absolute rubbish.” Ginny shook her head, as she joined Lavender and Hermione, at their table in the Leaky.

“We had to get out the studio.” Lavender stated, “I was sure Hermione was going to hex her off the face of the earth.”

“All her advice, was basically the woman needs to put out more, needs to be the one that try’s harder, she sounded just like my mother.” Hermione took a sip of her orange juice. 

“Be glad you left, she went on a ten minute explanation about how a man’s needs matter more than a woman’s, I had to cut her off.” Ginny took a drink of the wine, that Lavender had ready for her.

“This is why I’m single.” Lavender stated, “I’m really done with relationships, we can’t all be as lucky as Hermione.” 

Hermione’s eyes went wide, as she started to cough.

“What?” Ginny questioned, “you and Malfoy, it’s sickening.”

“Yeah, about that..”

Lavender and Ginny leaned in closer to her.

“He won’t touch me.” Hermione played with her paper straw.

“What?” Lavender questioned.

“I saw the kiss, it was electric.” Ginny laughed.

“That’s all we do, just kiss.” Hermione sighed, “I think logically it’s him still wanting to take it slow, but fuck me, it’s frustrating.”

Lavender and Ginny looked at each other.

“What?”

“You’re in your second trimester, aren’t you?” Lavender laughed, “when Parvati, was in her second trimester, she was so…twirly, and bare in mind she was carrying twins, so she had twice the hormones running through her, just a light breeze would set her off.” 

“I remember that.” Ginny laughed. “If Dracos being a gentleman, and doesn’t want to…help you, you don’t need him.”

“I’m not comfortable sleeping with another man, whilst I have, whatever this is, with Draco.” Hermione told them.

“You need a rose.” Lavender winked.

“Oh you so need a rose.” Ginny grinned.

“What the hell is a rose?” Hermione asked.

“I will send you one, it’s only the most magical sex toy, when you was off sulking about Ron, we had the woman that created them, on the show, it’s in the shape of rose, hence the name, changed my life.” Ginny told her.

“I think she left some, I might have a few boxed up in my closet at work.” Lavender tried to recall, “I’ll send you one.”

“Can’t wait.” Hermione blushed, as she took a sip of her orange juice.

As the girls were talking, Pansy Parkinson walked in, her tight black dress, long legs, and perfect hair, caught the attention of every wizard in the pub. 

“Granger.” Pansy called to her.

Hermione’s eyes went wide, she hadn’t ever spoken more than five words to the witch. 

“Parkinson.” Hermione addressed her.

“The guys at your office, said you’d be here.” Pansy folded her arms. “Dracos had an accident, and he’s asking for you.”

“What?” Hermione stood up quickly, Pansy gaze locked on her small bump.

“Oh my.” Pansy grinned, “now I know why he’s asking for you.” 

“Is he okay?” Hermione pulled her cardigan over her front.

“He’s in hospital, back in Dorset. There was a small accident at a training session.” Pansy told her. 

“What happened?” Hermione asked. 

“I’m not a bloody messenger, are you coming with me, or not?” Pansy huffed. 

“Yes, yes of course.” 

Lavender and Ginny both squeezed her hands, telling her to be in touch.

Hermione had to jog to keep up with Pansys steps. 

“What happened? Is he okay?” Hermione shouted to her.

“Give me your hand, I’m going to apparate us.” Pansy ignored her questions.

“I don’t know if I can, I think I’m…” Hermione held her stomach.

“Just pass me your fucking hand Granger.” Pansy sighed.

Hermione reluctantly held Pansys hand, and before she knew it, she was on a the grounds of a small hospital.

Before Hermione could get her balance, Pansy was already strutting ahead, “keep up Granger.” 

Hermione didn’t say anything, she just followed Pansy around the hospital. 

It was obviously a private hospital, the size and quality of the rooms, put St Mungos to shame.

“There was an accident, whilst in training, He fell, a few bruised ribs, a broken arm and a concussion.” Pansy slowed down her pace, “apparently he was asking for you, since he got here, it wasn’t until Theo, Blaise and I came, did they realise he wanted you.” Pansy told her. “He’s added you as his next of kin, you know.”

“I didn’t know.” Hermione sighed with relief knowing he’d been asking for her.

As they walked down the corridor, Theo and Blaise, were sat on some chairs drinking coffee out of a machine. 

“You got her then!”Blaise stood, giving Pansy a hug.

“He’s going to be okay, Mione.” Doctors are just running some spell work on his ribs.” Theo told Hermione pulling her into a hug. 

“Are you sure?” Hermione asked him.

“We’ve been out here for half an hour, when we left he was fine. I promise.” Theo kissed her head.

“So, neither of you were going to tell me about that.” Pansy gestured to Hermione’s stomach.

“It’s not our place to say.” Blaise shrugged, as Pansy hit him in the ribs.

“I don’t like not knowing.” Pansy sulked.

“So what happened, I know he fell, but..” Hermione asked the pair.

“I’ve just sighed on for Puddlemere, we was having an intense training session, even Oliver complained their working Draco too hard, it was just an accident, these things happen.” Blaise told her, “last championship, I dislocated both my knees.” 

“Don’t worry Granger, Dracos had worse, he can handle it.” Pansy smiled, looking at her worried expression.

Theo spotted the medi witch, who had sent them out his room earlier, she explained he was okay, still a bit concussed, but healing nicely.

Hermione clutched to Theo’s hand, as they all walked to his room.

Blaise knocked on, announcing they were here.

When they walked in, Sinnamon was standing over Draco, holding an ice pack over his head, softly stroking his chin. 

Hermione’s heart sank, jealousy fuelled her veins, at the sight. 

“No, no.” Draco was shaking his head.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Sinnomon kept saying.

“Not my min.” Draco shook his head.

“Oi.” Pansy shouted, causing Sinnomen and Draco to turn to face them. 

“My min!” Dracos eyes went wide, as he smiled at Hermione. 

“What are you doing here Cinnamons?” Theo questioned, smirking that he used Hermione’s joke. 

“Drakey is hurt.” She pouted, “he’s asked for me.”

“No.” Draco shook his head.

“I was there, I witnessed it.” Sinnamon put her hands on her hips.

“Well you’ll witness my heel implanted up your arse, if you don’t get the hell out.” Pansy squared up to her. 

“Why don’t you make yourself useful, file Dracos sick note, do something that will actually help.” Theo sighed, “and I swear to the gods, if the dung beetle gets wind of this, I’ll personally make your life hell.” Theo told her.

Sinnamon frowned at them all, her eyes looked over Hermione. “I was worried about him.” 

“We all are.” Blaise told her. 

Sinnamon stood with her arms folded, as they approached Dracos bed.

“Min..” he mumbled, reaching out for Hermione’s hand. “My Min.”

“Are you okay.” Hemione held his hand.

Draco nodded his head, “I just hurt.”

“He’s still concussed.” Theo smirked, “ask him whatever you like, he’ll answer, it’s hilarious.” 

Draco turned his head to scowl at Theo. 

“Right now we know he’s okay, we’ll leave you with him.” Pansy told Hermione, “come on Sinnamon you’ve got your job to do.” 

Sinnamon sighed loudly, before following Pansy out the hospital room.

“You’ll be okay? Call us if you need us, yeah?” Theo asked Hermione, before ruffling Dracos hair.

“Hey.” Draco sulked, quickly straightening his hair back.

“Ask him about his hair.” Blaise winked at Hermione, before pulling Theo away.

Hermione took her cardigan off, placing it on the chair.

“You had me worried.” She told him.

“I’m sorry..” he looked sad, attempting to pull the covers on his hospital bed back.

“No, stay in bed.” She told him, slowly pushing him back. 

“My min.” He whispered, grabbing her arm. “Mine.”

“Do you want me to lay with you.” She smiled to him.

Draco nodded his head.

Hermione got in the bed, next him, he instantly put his head on her chest, “I miss you all the time.” He muttered.

“Really?” She blushed.

Draco nodded his head, “want to be yours, you’re mine already.”

“But you don’t want to touch me.” She whispered.

Draco shook his head, “scared too, scared it’ll all be over and you’ll leave.”

Hermione closed her eyes, she started to run her fingers through his hair. “I won’t leave you.” She promised.

She felt Draco press a kiss to her chest. “I think you’re just faking this concussion, so you get a little attention.”

“Everywhere hurts, you’ll have to nurse me better.” He mumbled.

“You’re faking.” She joked, “so Blaise said to ask about your hair, let me guess you secretly dye it!”

“Witch!” Draco attempted to pinch her, but didn’t have the energy, “you said you didn’t like gel, so no longer wear gel.” He whispered, his eyes closing, as she stroked his hair.

“You’re special, Draco Malfoy.” She told him, as he fell asleep on his chest. One hand placed on her stomach. 

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Draco had been discharged from hospital the next day, his concussion had gone, his arm had been healed, and his rib pain was easing, he just had to take it easy for a couple of weeks. 

Hermione was in shock, when they first arrived at Dracos flat, on the Jurassic coast. The floor to ceiling windows gave a spectacular view of the sea. 

The huge leather corner sofa, in the middle of his open plan, kitchen/living room, gave Hermione so much jealousy. 

Draco spent the next day in bed, sleeping off the pain potions, whilst Hermione enjoyed the huge walk in bath, she spent time out on his balcony, sipping fruit tea, before laying in bed next to him, in the comfiest bed she’d ever been in.

Hermione woke up early, she headed to the kitchen, so she could make Draco breakfast.

“I wondered where you went.” Draco walked barefoot to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

She gulped at the site of him, grey joggers hung low on his hips. Damn these pregnancy hormones. His bruises were healing nicely, on his ribs.

“Why do we never spend time here?” Hermione asked, “we’re always at my tiny little flat.” Hermione started cutting up strawberries.

“I like your little flat, it’s homely.” Draco smirked, taking a strawberry, before sitting at the breakfast bar, opposite her.

“This place could be.” She suggested.

“If you want to spend time here, we can do. I believe the floo is already connected, I just tend to stay with Andromeda, and you. Theo and Blaise sometimes bring their dates back here.” Draco told her, sneaking another strawberry.

“Those are for your pancakes.” She frowned, batting his hand. 

“I’d much rather eat them off you.” He teased.

“Don’t.” Hermione’s hand started to shake, as she went back to cutting up strawberries.

“Why?”

“The amount of hormones I’ve got racing through me right now.” Hermione closed her eyes, “it’s taking all I have, you need to heal.”

“Hermione.” He whispered, “I remember what I said, when I was out of it.” Dracos eyes went dark as he looked at her, “I want you, so bad, I was just scared I’d over step and scare you off.” 

Hermione shook her head, her cheeks blushing. “I won’t leave, I’m okay with this.” She pointed between them. “When Pansy came to get me, I thought the worst, I was panicking, and then when I saw Sinnomen, with you, I felt so jealous and possessive over you. Feelings I properly shouldn’t have yet.”

“I like that you feel like that.” Draco smiled, watching her dish up their breakfasts.

“So, I hear you have some time off.” Hermione sat next to him, at the breakfast bar.

“Two weeks I believe.” Draco smiled at her.

“I’ve got to go back to work tomorrow, and then it’s Ginnys party, you don’t have to come, If you don’t feel up to it.” 

“I’ll be there, I not miss the chance to see Blaise all panicked and love struck around her.” Draco grinned, “you know he had sent over ten different outfit choices for Ginny birthday, Theo’s trying to convince him to turn up a bow tie.” 

“Ginny thinks he’s not interested.” Hermione frowned.

“Blaise thinks Ginny isn’t interested.” Draco shrugged.

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It was the night of Ginnys surprise party. Draco had come back to Hermione’s flat, spending all his time off with her.

“Blaise and Theo will be here soon.” Draco called to Hermione.

Hermione was staring at herself in the mirror. She chosen to wear one of her favourite little black dresses, it had little straps, and was tight to her body. 

“Did you hear me?” Draco appeared at the door, “oh wow.”

He walked over to her wrapping his arms around her, so his hands rested on her small bump.

“You look so beautiful.” He kissed her cheek.

“I feel bloated, and…”

“You’re having a baby.” He interrupted her. 

“No one knows yet, and I want to keep it that way, it’s Ginny’s night and the focus should be about her.” Hermione rested her head, against his shoulder. 

Draco winced a little, as she leaned on him.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Just a little sore, I’ll be fine.” He smiled. 

The sound of the flop activating, caused them to move away from each other.

“That will be Blaise and Theo.” Draco told Hermione.

“Ah, I’ll just get my jacket, and then we can go.”

Draco watched as Hermione opened her wardrobe, pulling out an oversized blazer.

“Is that the one you stole of mine?” He questioned, as he watched her put it on.

“Stole, borrowed, kept. It’s all the same.” She shrugged, pulling her hair out the collar, “let’s go.”

“Lead the way.” Draco followed her out her bedroom.

When they made it to the Burrow, Molly had charmed fairy lights all around the gardens, it looked beautiful, all of Ginny’s friends and family were there.

“Welcome to the most stressful party my mother’s ever thrown.” George gave Hermione, as side way hug, as he passed her a glass of red wine. 

“Well the works all paid off.” Hermione told him.

“This was all Bill and me, I’m not letting anyone else take credit for this.” George told her, “Mother was in charge of catering, dad was in change of the music and the bar, hense the fancy cocktails..” George pointed at Theo, who was holding half a coconut, drinking out a green sparkling straw, “and Ron, he was in charge of guests.” 

“Woah, hold on a second, he messaged me to invite all her work friends.” Hermione frowned, “that little…”

“You’re not even together and he’s got you doing his chores.” George laughed. “Although you invited people he wouldn’t even think of.” George nodded to Theo, Blaise and Draco. 

The three were now all holding, different extravagant cocktails, Dracos was blue, and had a tiny green umbrella in, Blaise’s was pink and has a pink flamingo stirrer and Theo was still drinking his way through the coconut concoction.

“Ginny and Blaise are close.” Hermione told him, widening her eyes, hoping he’d understand.

“Oh. OH. Okay.” George screwed up his face, “that’s my little sister.”

“Well they became close last month, when WWN got the media partnership for quidditch.” Hermione told him, “they’re actually lovely.”

“They’re be lovelier if I didn’t know Zabini was hooking up with my sister.” George sighed. “I’m going to have to go, I’m waiting for a text from Lavender, when she’s bearing with Ginny.” 

George kissed Hermione’s cheek, as she could feel Dracos eyes on her. 

She looked over at him, he was watching her, she felt her whole body heat, at the way he was starling. It was like there was no one else near by. 

She clutched the untouched wine in her hand, as she started to step towards him.

He did the same, passing his drink to Theo, as he walked over to her.

“You’re pretty.” He whispered in her ear.

“I have one conversation, with another man and you get jealous.”

“I get a concussion, and a woman I’ve told you multiple times, I’m not interested in, holds Ice on my head, and you get possessive.” He teased.

“Fair.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Dance with me.” He took the untouched wine, placing it on an empty table, as they made their way to the make shift dance floor.

“I’m having flashbacks.” Hermione laughed, feeling his hands on her hips, she locked her arms around his neck, as they swayed to the music. 

“Hmm, so am I.” He pulled her hips closer to his, letting her grind against him.

“Don’t tease me.” She whispered in his ear.

“You’re the one teasing me.” He whispered back.

Their lips were just about to touch when Molly shot sparks from her wand, “she’s coming! Lights off, everybody quiet!”

Arthur waved his wand, from behind his little bar set up, causing the fairy lights to switch off. The music stopped, as two pairs of footsteps could be heard.

“I don’t think anyone’s home.” You could hear Ginny’s voice. “I don’t understand why we’re here.” 

“Just keep walking.” Lavender sighed.

As Ginny got closer to the Burrow, Molly flicked her wand, causing the lights to turn on. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“SURPRISE!” 

Ginny jumped back, knocking into Lavender, “fucking hell.” She gasped, holding her chest, “fuck me.”

“Language!” Molly shouted, walking over to her. “Happy Birthday, poppet, we’re so proud of you.” Molly hugged Ginny. 

Arthur started the music back up, when they waiting for Ginny, Hermione stood, with her back pressed into Dracos chest, ever so slightly grinding her hips, across his crotch. If he said she was teasing him, then she might as well tease him. 

Dracos hands gripped on her hips, to stop her grinding back, “I’m pretty sure I’m hated here, I’ll be hexed to fuck if you carry on doing this.” 

“I don’t think it’s a problem.” 

“Believe me, if you carry on doing that, you see that table over there.” He nodded to a table where George Weasley was sat talking to Dean, “yeah that table, you’ll be bent over it, screaming out, as I fuck you.” He whispered in her ear, “don’t tease me, sweetheart.”

“I like when you’re like this.” She whispered.

“I don’t have much control around you.” He told her, as he turned her around in his arms. 

“Whys that?” She placed both of her hands on his chest, as they swayed to the music. 

“I think you know why..” he looked down to her lips.

“Mione?” 

Hermione closed her eyes, scrunching her face up. Draco quietly chuckled, before stepping away from her.

“Ronald.. how are you?” She put on her best fakest smile, Draco softly squeezed her hand, as headed off to find Blaise and Theo.

“I’m good, was you just dancing with…” 

“Draco, yes..were..”

“I know, your news got the Quidditch exclusive, it’s absolute madness, how they let that scum play.” He spat, “the team’s gone to shit this year, they let Zabini captain.” 

“I don’t think they’re that bad, seeing as they bloody won, I know Ginny is fond of Blaise.” Hermione looked over Ron’s shoulder to see Blaise, Ginny, Theo, Draco and Greg, sat together at a table.  
The same table Draco was just talking about.

“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re so naive when it comes to people.” Ron told her. “It’s what I love about you.”

He went to tuck a strand on hair behind her ear, but she moved it before he could. “That’s the other thing I love, how much of a prude you are, knowing that when we get back together, it’ll only be me that’s touched you.”

“You don’t know anything.” Hermione snapped, she saw Draco raise from his seat, but Ginny pulled him back down. 

“C’mon Mione, can we at least discuss us rekindling?” Ron tried to pull her towards a table, but she refused to move. 

“No Ron.” She stood still, “you’ve called me naive, called me a prude and now you’re wanting to discuss getting back together, I’m obviously not what you want, you’re not what I want.” 

“Come on, at least discuss it, we can ignore these last few months, it’ll all be a distant memory.” Ron held both of her shoulders, hard.

“Please get off me.” She whispered.

“Hermione listen to me please.” He held on to her shoulders tighter, he was panicking, his plan of getting her back had failed.

It wasn’t even much of a plan, it was a plea. He looked desperate. “What did you do?”

Ron chuckled, scratching behind his neck, “have you had any unusual owls, or visitors?” 

Hermione frowned, before shaking her head, “Ron, what did you do?”

“Technically, you can’t get mad, because I’m still on the paperwork.” Ron sighed.

“Ron?”

“So last month I went to a casino..”

Hermione huffed, knowing how fickle Ron’s relationship with gambling can be, it’s all or nothing.

“I wasn’t thinking, I was on a winning streak, I put the deeds to the flat down.” Ron couldn’t look at her. “I lost.”

“My flat, the flat I bought with my money?” The room started spinning for Hermione.

“Look, we brought it together, I thought they’d of forgotten to collect, but last week they turned up for my Rolex, and now I think they’ll be turning up to take claim of the flat.” Ron ran his hands through his hair, “look when I sent to Owl, that’s when it happened, I panicked, but like this could be a good thing, we could start again, you move back to the Burrow with me for a bit, whilst we save for a new place?”

“You’re delusional.” Hermione’s heart was beating fast, she had people coming to claim her home.

Hermione tried to step away from Ron, but he grabbed her arm. “Let go.” She panicked. 

The room started to spin, there was ringing in her eyes. A sharp pain shot to her stomach. 

Draco was next to her in seconds, pulling her away from Ron.

“What happened?” She could hear his voice, filled with concern, but she couldn’t answer. 

“Hermione.” He sat her down, passing her a glass of water. He crouched in front of her.

She felt Ginnys hand cup her face. “What happened?” 

Another sharp pain felt in her stomach. She wanted to talk, she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t.

“Baby, talk to us.” Draco was pleading with her.

She could sense a commotion happening, but she couldn’t see it. 

Something wasn’t right, she had to move, had to stand up. Holding onto the table next to her. She stood slowly, with help from Ginny. 

She looked down at Draco, who was still crouched down in front of her, his eyes were wide, he looked pale.

That’s when she realised. “I’m bleeding.” 

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The sounds of waves crashing, filled the room, Hermione slowly opened her eyes. 

Sitting up she looked down at the other side of the bed, it was still made. He’d not slept with her again. 

She pulled her knees up, hugging them. She felt tears start to stream down her face.

The bedroom door creaked open, Hermione quickly wiped her eyes, not wanting him to catch her crying.

“Ahh I thought you were up.” Lucius walked in, he had a sage smudge stick, that he had lit. Smoke wafting through the room.

He began moving the stick around, “I command any negativity, any low vibrational energy, and nonbenevolent beings within this space to leave and go to the light.”

Hermione turned to face him, he had white baggy linen trousers on, a multicoloured knitted cardigan, and a pair of purple crocs.

Lucius came the moment he heard, Hermione had been rushed to the hospital. 

Draco had crumbled, he had no control over what had happened. 

Everything was okay, thankfully, after being rushed to St Mungos, and put through rigorous spells and test, Hermione and baby were both okay, the mediwitches and Healer Hanson, believed Hermione had gone into shock, which was caused by stress. 

Hermione clung to Draco that night, in the hospital. Crying into his chest. All he could do was hold her. 

When he found out, what Ron had done, he was furious, Theo and Blaise had roughed him up, a bit a Ginny’s party, when they were trying to find out what had happened.

Draco had moved Hermione into his flat, bringing over all her possessions, making sure she wasn’t there, when the new owner, Ron had ever so thoughtfully gambled their home too, came to collect his property.

Everytime he saw Hermione, with tears in her eyes, he felt like he failed her. He had to keep reminding himself, her and the baby are okay.

“Is Draco here?” Hermione interrupted Lucius sage smudging.

“Dear girl, how many times, please talk to me after I’ve finished my chanting.” Lucius tutting, “I’ve got to start again now, but before I start, he’s gone for a run along the coast. It’s a beautiful day, I was thinking we could visit the town together?”

“I’d like that.” Hermione smiled at him. “Do you think Draco will…”

“Give him time.” Lucius smiled at her, “I’ll just finish cleansing all the negativity in this place, and we shall get going.”

After Hermione showered, she waited for Lucius in the kitchen. 

The front door opened, and Draco walked in, head down, hair wet with sweat. He’d obviously pushed himself too far. 

He didn’t notice Hermione sitting at the breakfast bar, he got himself a glass of water.

“Hey.” Hermione whispered to him, causing him to freeze on the spot.

He placed the glass of water on the counter, slowly turning to face her, he pushed his fringe out of his eyes. “Hi.” 

Hermione felt the tears coming back into her eyes, “are you okay?” Her voice started to crack.

“Yeah, you?” Draco couldn’t look at her.

“I’m okay, your father is smudging the place again.” She attempted to laugh. 

“He wants me to walk around with crystal in my boxers, so I’d take the sage any day.” Draco took notice that she let out a genuine laugh at him.

“Can we spend some time together later, just us and talk?” Hermione asked him.

Draco gulped, before reluctantly nodding his head. “My father’s been going skinny dipping in the sea, when it gets dark, so we’ll have the place to ourselves.” 

“Unless he has an accident with a crab again.” Hermione bit her lip, to stop from laughing at the memory.

The first night Lucius arrived, he headed down to the beach, if he was wearing clothes all day, he needed a way to reconnect with the universe, he ran into sea stark naked, only to come back hobbling, he had two crabs attached to the backs of his thighs.

“I’m going to take a shower.” He told her.

“I’m going into town, with your father. I’ll see you later.” She smiled at him.

Draco nodded, before walking away.

Hermione sighed out, when he was out of sight.

“Are you ready my dear?” Lucius came walking out of his room. Hair in a bun, he’d taken his multicoloured cardigan off, and replaced it with a white linen shirt, with only two buttons fastened, still wearing his purple crocs.

“Yes.” Hermione followed him out the front door.

The little coastal town Draco lived, was picturesque, especially on days where it was bright and sunny.

Lucius and Hermione walked along the coastline, towards the tourist spots, Lucius had been sharing stories from his time living at Bluebell Creek, and how he finally felt comfortable in himself. 

They ended up, at the end of a pier, watching the waves crash against the rocks.

“It will be okay.” Lucius placed an arm around Hermione’s shoulder. “Life is full of different challenges, and you overcome each one.” 

“I don’t know if we will, he can’t even look at me.” Hermione wiped away a tear.

“My son, and I were never close in my old life, it didn’t mean I didn’t know him, nor love him. When I arrived, Draco broke down to me. He’d never confided in me before. He’s scared, he’s living in the what could’ve been.” Lucius told her. “He couldn’t take your pain away, and it hurt him.”

“That’s not his job..” Hermione tried to say.

“My boy loves you, you think he doesn’t look at you, and see his whole world. Malfoy men have a history of possessiveness, protecting what they love.” Lucius pulled her into a hug, “he thought he’d lost the two things in this world he loved the most, you and the child you’re carrying.” 

Hermione hugged him tighter. “We’re going to talk tonight.” 

“I’ll take my crystals down to the sea, they need a good cleanse, I’ll give you some space.” Lucius decided. 

The pair spent the afternoon exploring the little shops, Hermione had introduced Lucius to arcade games, which he was surprisingly good at, winning her a teddy bear on a claw machine. 

When they walked back, away from all the tourist attractions, they stopped for tea, in a small little coffee shop. 

Lucius was a good distraction for Hermione, she actually had a good day. 

“I’m glad my son has you.” Lucius admitted, as the walked back into the apartment building. 

“I’m glad the man you are, is going to be our child’s grandfather.” Hermione admitted to him, “I was so scared to meet you, so scared of your reaction, but I’m glad you’re how you are.” 

“That means a lot dear.” Lucius genuinely smiled at her. “Thank you for letting me be part of your journey.” 

Hermione nodded to him, as they reached Dracos front door. 

“Right, I’ve been wearing this for too long.” Lucius gestured to his clothes, “I’m going to get my robe, get my crystals and head to the beach.” Lucius announced, as they walked into Dracos flat.

Hermione looked around, Draco wasn’t home, she could tell.

“Don’t worry, he’ll come.” Lucius called to her, as if he sensed her panic. She placed the teddy bear he won her, on the kitchen countertop.  

Hermione waved to Lucius as he made his way to the beach.

She decided she’d start on dinner, looking through his cupboards at what she could make, a flashback of when she made him breakfast, how happy they both were.

The floo in Draco’s flat came to life, he was back.

She watched from the kitchen, waiting for him to walk in. 

He had a black hoodie on, with the hood pulled up. Walking with his head down.

“I was going to make dinner.” Hermione called to him.

“I’ve already eaten.” He said, sitting down on his sofa.

“Oh.” Hermione felt sick. 

“Can we do this now please, just put me out my misery.” Draco sighed, resting his head back.

Hermione frowned, walking over to him, “do what?” She sat down next to him.

“Give me your excuse, tell me it’s not my fault, just do it.” 

“I don’t understand Draco.” She felt tears in her eyes.

“Just rip my heart out, and leave, just do it.” He practically shouted.

“I don’t want to leave you.” Hermione whispered, “do you want me to leave you?”

Draco lifted his head, finally looking at her. She pain and fear in his eyes. “No.”

“I don’t want to leave you Draco, I need you.” She cried.

“You need me? I failed you.” He whispered.

Hermione shook her head, “you saved me, in more ways than one.”

“No, you nearly..” he choked as the tears fell from his eyes, “I couldn’t do anything.”

“But we’re okay, we both are.” She told him. 

“I couldn’t even get your flat back.” Draco admitted, “I went today, and it’s a done deal, he won’t budge.”

“You tried to buy my flat back?” She questioned.

“I thought you were going to leave me, I was desperate.” He let her take hold of his hand. 

“Draco, we’re in this together.” She squeezed his hand, “sometimes things happen we can’t control, but we get through it together.” 

Hermione’s heart hurt, as she watched the tears fall from his eyes. He needed to hear this. “I love you.” She whispered, her hand held his cheek to keep his gaze on her.

She watched as he processed the words. 

“I’m hopelessly in love with you.” He admitted.

Hermione cried, as he pulled her into a hug, she pulled his hood down, as she crawled into his lap.

His hands held her, against him, she traced his lips with her finger, as if she was asking for permission. 

Draco held the back of her head, pulling her to his lips.

Their kiss was full of love, pain, need, everything they felt the last week.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispered, “I was so scared. So scared.”

Hermione held his face, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise.” 

“Promise.” She kissed him again, this time their kiss was full of passion. She pulled his zip down on his hoodie. “Let me show you how much I love you, how much I need you, how much I want you.”

Draco looked up at her, “my father…”

“Weird thing to think about now..” she joked, “he’s down at the beach.”

“Good.” Draco practically growled, as he stood, her legs wrapping round his waist, walking to his room.

Draco placed her down on his bed, slowly crawling over her, he kissed against her neck.

“I thought I was the one showing you?” She closed her eyes, at the feel of his lips moving further down her body.

“Shh, let me yeah.” He told her, “never thought I’d have you like this again.”

As Draco moved his lips further down her body, he pealed off her sundress, kissing the now exposed skin. 

He knelt up, throwing the dress on the floor. He looked down at her, with hunger in his eyes.

She reached up for him, to feel him, to touch him, she sat up to him, pulling his t-shirt off, her lips went straight to his chest. Her teeth softly grazing his collar bone.

“Lay back, this is about you.” He told her. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you in this bed, replaying our night together. You know how many times I wanted to wake up, and you be here next to me.”

He kissed the inside of her thighs, “you’re all I think about, I’ve never felt like this about anyone.”

His fingers hooked her underwear, Hermione lifted up, so he could pull it off, with ease, he through them to the side.

“Please Draco, please.” She panted.

He grabbed her thighs, to stop her legs from moving, as his tongue traced across her clit.

Hemrione cried out at the feel of him. 

“So good, feel so good.”

She ran her nails through his hair, as she started to cry out louder. 

“That’s it baby, scream for me, scream my name.” He encouraged her. 

“More, more, please.” She begged.

Draco smirked, kneeling up, her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to find friction.

“You taste so damn good.” He told her, bringing his fingers, to rub circles ever so softly on her clit. 

“Don’t tease, don’t tease.” She closed her eyes, head falling further back into the pillows.

“You’re so wet.” He praised her, “so wet.”

“All for you.” She opened her eyes, staring up at him, as he pushed two of his fingers inside her.

“You’re so tight, so good.” He told her, moving his fingers faster.

She arched her back, off the bed.

Draco unbuttoned his belt, the sound of his zipper, caused shivers down her body. “Please.”

She watched him, stroke his cock a couple of times, whilst his fingers continued to move inside her.

“I want you, I want you.” She tried to pull at him, she cried out, at the sudden loss of his fingers.

“It’s been a while since you had me baby, you sure you’re ready?”

“Draco I love you.” She pulled him down, so he was covering her body, her legs locked around his back, as his cock traced across her folds. 

“Yes, yes.” She cried out, at the welcome sting, as he pushed into her.

Draco sighed out, against her hair, as he thrust into her.

“I love you.” His lips found hers, as he slowly thrust into her.

Hermione felt like she was flying, like magic was circling them. 

“Don’t stop.” She begged him, her hands moved down his back, gripping into his arse, pushing him deeper inside her.

“Fuck.” He grunted, “you feel like heaven.”

She could feel her orgasm building, the way he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear, the way his hand has interlocked with hers.

“I’m so close baby, I need you to..”

She cut him off, putting her mouth on his, biting down on his lip, as pleasure took over her body. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Draco cried, as he spilled into her.

The pair caught their breaths, staring at each other.

Draco rolled them, so Hermione was lying on his chest, he was playing with the other ends of her hair. Twirling them around his finger.

“We’re going to be okay.” Hermione reassured him.

“I know.” He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. He finally had his girl, in his arms, in his bed.

A while later, Hemrione and Draco, were both in his kitchen, he was laughing at the teddy bear his father had won her.

“Oh goodie, you’re both still up.” Lucius barged through Dracos front door.

“I’m taking the key off him.” Draco mumbled into Hermione hair. She was only wearing his discarded hoodie from earlier. 

“Looks like you two have made up.” Lucius grinned, “I knew the extra sage smudging I was doing, would cause wonders.” 

“Did you enjoy your time at the beach?” Hermione asked Lucius.

“I did dear, my crystals are all cleansed, I feel extremely connected to the universe again, all I need to do now is relieve my own body tension, so if you don’t mind, I’ll leave you to it.” Lucius, nodded to his son, and Hermione.

“Is he going to…”

“No, don’t say it.” Draco pleaded, at the sound of his father’s bedroom door closing.

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Draco was back at his training sessions, after taking an extra week off, Hermione was ready to face the world, after ignoring her mail, and phone. 

She’d spent the last couple of weeks hidden away, with Draco, exploring their new found relationship. Lucius was also starting to become a permanent fixture in Dracos apartment. 

“Hey baby.” Draco greeted, kissing Hermione on the cheek, as he arrived home from training.

Hermione was staring out onto the balcony.

“What’s up?” He asked, noticing her staring.

“He’s been out there for three hours, he’s not moved, apparently he’s meditating.” She frowned.

Draco looked again, this time, noticing Lucius sat on the floor, legs criss crossed, eyes closed. 

“Just leave him to it.” Draco shrugged, “ I can deal with this.” He nodded to him, “but I have told him, to stop bringing crystals in the house, regardless of what energy they release.”

Hermione sighed, reaching into her bra, she pulled out a Rose Quartz, “yeah he got to me.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that.” Dracos eyes went dark.

“Any mention of my tits, and you go like this.” She gestured over his to him.

“I can’t help it.” He didn’t hide the fact, he was no staring openly, at her chest. 

“You can, we’ve got a busy night.” She clicked her fingers in front of his face, to get his attention.

Draco groaned out, “can’t I fake an injury or something.”

“No!” Hermione gasped, “don’t even joke.” 

“I can already tell, it’s going to be an absolute disaster.” 

“My mother messaged, they’re about an hour and half away, Ginny’s driving down with them. Andromeda said she’d be here for half four.” Hermione told him.

“Theo and Blaise will be here around that time too.” Draco added, knowing full well he’d forgotten to tell Hermione, they’d invited themselves to this dinner party.

“I’m sorry, who will be here? When?” Hermione tuned to glare at Draco.

“I kinda told Blaise, that girl Weasley will be here, and Theo kinda wanted to come, and I just, I panicked..” Draco was scared to look at Hermione’s reaction. 

“Fine, anyone else you want to invite?Perhaps my ex. Perhaps Pansy?” 

“Pansy is as actually busy tonight, she’s got a job interview in London tomorrow, otherwise she would’ve come.” Draco added.

“Just go and get changed.” Hermione shook her head.

“Just one more thing, who’s on Lucius watch tonig..”

“Not it!” Hermione quickly said.

“Damn it.” Draco sulked, before heading to the bedroom.

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“What the hell are you wearing.” Draco shouted to his father, as he walked into his room.

“Patchwork dungarees, Jupiter made them for me.” Lucius did a little spin. 

“I think you should wear a top underneath them.” Draco suggested.

“I think not son.” 

“You are meeting Hermione’s parents tonight, you need to make a good impression.” Draco snapped at him.

“I think you’ll find they need to make a good impression with me, our girl has had a tough couple of weeks, and where were they? Nowhere to be found.” Lucius shook his head.

“Well, you see, fair enough.” Draco sighed, “I see your point, I do, but it would mean the world to Hermione, if you’d get on.” 

“For Hermione.” Lucius repeated.

“For Hermione, also means dressing appropriately.” Draco frowned.

“I’ll put my poncho on, but that’s the best you’re getting.” 

“Fine.” Draco spat, “best behaviour.” He warned, before leaving his room.

“Best behaviour.” Lucius mimicked his son. 

Draco sighed, as he left his father, he found Hermione making the finishing touches to dinner. He watched her stop completely, placing a hand on her stomach.

Panic set in and he rushed over to her, “are you okay? What’s happening?” He placed both hands on her shoulders.

Hermione looked up at him, “I think I feel it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can feel little flutters.” She smiled.

Draco sighed with relief, pulling her into a hug. 

“We’re here!” Andromeda shouted from the Floo. 

Teddy came running into the kitchen, in search of Draco. 

“I missed you mate!” Draco grinned, as Teddy hugged his waist. 

“You’ve not been for dinner in weeks, she forcing me to eat vegetables.” Teddy spat. “And she’s making me take piano lessons!”

“I had to take Piano lessons, when I was your age.” Draco told him.

“And do you still play?” Teddy questioned.

“Well, no..but..”

“Exactly, useless.” Teddy shook his head, as Andromeda and Lucius walked into the kitchen.

“Hermione, dear!” Andromeda gasped, “I was so worried, I know you needed space, but I was always thinking of you.” 

Andromeda pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you.” Hermione hugged her back.

“Are you well? Are you eating enough? Do you need anything?” Andromeda pulled away, to look at her.

“We’re both okay.” Hermione grinned. 

“It’s such a relief.” 

“What about me? I had an accident too!” Draco sulked.

“Oh you always fall off your broom, you’re always bruised.” Andromeda dismissed him, focusing on what Hermione was cooking in the kitchen.

Lucius chuckled as he stood next to Draco, “I’ve told you many times, carry a Black Tourmaline, you’ll be protected.” 

“I’m not walking around with stones, in my pockets.” Draco sighed.

“Fall off your broom then.” Lucius shrugged, joining the women in the kitchen. “See if I care.” 

“Do you not have some plants to connect to? Draco huffed.

“And then I managed to bench press 240lbs.” Blaise bragged loudly, as he walked through, with Theo.

“Shes not here.” Draco rolled his eyes. 

“Blaise!” Teddy grinned, running over to hug him.

“Hey mini man, how you doing?” Blaise patted the boys head.

“Just the usual.” Teddy rolled his eyes.

Theo nodded to Draco, to talk privately. Draco gave Lucius a look, telling him to behave.

Draco led Theo, out onto his balcony.

“What’s up?” 

Theo sighed, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette. “There’s some issues.” He lit the end of his cigarette with his wand, blowing smoke away from Draco.

“Firstly, the Quddich Gala, is a few weeks away, we had the final names, including the security, Weasley is going to be there, he’s apparently ‘an important member of the team.’ I’ve tried to get him removed, the head auror isn’t budging.” Theo took another drag of his cigarette.

“Well, it’s not ideal, but he can’t do anything or it’s his job.” Draco shrugged.

“Secondly, I’ve managed to distract the press, from the pregnancy rumours. Someone at Ginny’s party, tried to gossip, but I was thinking this gala, could be your debut, you’ll be starting the championship league, with everything confirmed.” Theo questioned, “as your PR and best friend, I’m suggesting it. The press is still on a high from the World Cup, you’re on all the teenage witches number one crush lists, we play this right, you’ll both be untouchable.” Theo suggested. 

“I’ll talk to Hermione.” Draco stated, “she’s agreed to go with me, anyways.”

“And lastly..” Theo sighed, taking another long drag. “The sponsor and host of the Quddich Gala has been revealed….”

“Who is it?” 

“Narcissa Malfoy, your mother.”

“Fuck.”

“I know, we can make this work, we can avoid her, it’ll be fine.” Theo stated. 

“You don’t know my mother, I’m assuming it’s being hosted at the Manor?” Draco asked.

“You assumed correctly.” Theo stubbed his cigarette out.

“I’ll talk to Hermione later, and let you know what we decide.” Draco told him.

“What we decide?” Theo chucked, repeating Dracos words, “you are so whipped, it’s hysterical.”

“Shut up.” Dracos scowled.

“It’s nice to see you like this, who knew you could accidentally knock up the love of your life?” Theo chuckled.

“Right, Hermione’s parents are coming tonight, none of this.” He gestured broadly over Theo, “just please help me contain my father.”

“Oh mate, that hippy is away with the fairies, no containing him. Whats he still doing here anyways?” 

“He’s helping Hermione with the pregnancy.” Draco rolled his eyes, “I walked in on him doing some kinda chakra healing session yesterday..”

“What’s a chakra?” 

“Fuck knows..”

Theo and Draco both walked in, just in time for the bell to ring.

“I’ll get it!” Lucius announced.

“You will not, sit down and shut up.” Draco commanded his father.
 
“I’ll get it.” Hermione decided from the kitchen.

“Teddy! Help lay the table.” Andromeda called, to the young boy, who wouldn’t leave Blaise alone.

Hermione smirked, as Teddy sighed, she made her way to the front door, opening its she was greeted by Ginny pulling her into a hug.

“I missed you so much.” Ginny told her, squeezing her tight.

“Can’t breathe.” Hermione told her.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Hermione Granger.” Ginny pulled away from her, pointing a finger in her face.

Jean and David, walked in behind Ginny, looking around the flat, from where they stood.

“This is awfully fancy.” Jean raised her eyebrows.

“It’s Draco’s flat, mum.” Hermione told her.

“I’m aware of what’s happened to your flat, and we will be discussing that soon, young lady.” David told her. 

Ginny rolled her eyes to Hermione, as she lead them through, to where everyone was.

“Mr and Mrs Granger, it’s so lovely to meet you!” Theo rushed over to greet Hermione’s parents.

“It’s Dr or sir, not Mr.” David frowned, “who are you?”

“I’m Dracos friend, I’m also someone who works with him.” Theo’s eyes went wide at the way Hermione’s dad spoke to him.

“You smell like cigarettes, I don’t like cigarettes.” David looked him up and down.

“Pleasure to meet you both.” Blaise walked over, “Ginny, looking beautiful as ever.”

Ginny giggled, shocking Hermione.

“I’m Blaise, future godfather, to your grandchild.” Blaise held his hand out.

“I like your confidence.” David nodded, shaking Blaise’s hand. 

“Thank you sir, that’s a mighty fine moustache you have.” Blaise flattered him, “and you, you could pass for Hermione’s sister.” He winked at Jean. Causing her to blush.

“Such a suck up..” Theo mumbled.

Draco walked over, with Lucius following behind him.

“Well, if it isn’t the man, who got my daughter pregnant..” David greeted Draco, “we’ve had the pleasure of meeting your friends, some are nicer than others.” He gave Theo a glance.

“Well, sir, I’d like to introduce you to my father.” Draco pulled Lucius to his side. “This is Lucius..”

David and Jean, both went wide eyed, Lucius was in his patchwork dungarees, with a purple poncho. His hair was taken back into a bun. 

“This is your father?” Jean questioned.

“Unfortunately.” Draco said through gritted teeth.

“Hi, I’m the man who’s been healing your daughter, the last couple of weeks.” Lucius smiled sweetly.

“Oh, I didn’t realise you were a doctor..” David rolled his eyes.

“No, I’m more of a mind and soul healer, your daughter is strong.” Lucius grinned over at Hermione.

“She’s also stupid.” Jean shook her head, “i cannot believe you had his name on the deeds.. it was your flat.” 

“We lived together, i thought we was…” 

“You let him gamble your flat away, no say what so ever, because his name was on the deeds. Stupid girl.” David sighed.

“Imagine if you hadn’t of gotten lucky, and Draco decided he didn’t want you to invade his lovely flat, then what? You’ll be back with us.” Jean snapped, “I don’t think so missy.”

“I wouldn’t of let that happen.” Ginny interrupted. 

“Now Ginny, we can’t have you put out for our daughter’s foolish mistakes.” Jean smiled sweetly at her. 

“Mother..” Hermione sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think Ron would gamble our flat..”

“In all fairness, and I’m not defending my rotten brother, he’s been trying to say his plan was to gamble that flat, in order to win her back, buy buying a bigger house…his logic was non existent, his pea sized brain really doesn’t think sometimes.” Ginny added.

“It’s no excuse.” Draco finally spoke.

“Damn right, hopefully it’s taught you a valuable lesson.” David told his daughter.

A silence came over the group of people, before Andromeda announced dinner was ready.

As everyone made their way to the table, Theo whispered to Draco and Lucius, “my arse is sweating.”

“This is why I don’t wear underwear.” Lucius told him, before taking a seat at the table. 

“I miss the man that used to beat us with his cane.” Theo screwed his nose up.

“So do I.” Draco agreed.

Draco took the seat next to Hermione, he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“Jean, David. How have you both been?” Andromeda greeted Hermione’s parents, they’d met on occasion.

“Busy.” Jean sighed, “the last month we decided to redecorate, but it’s been ever so stressful.”

“Ahh.” Andromeda nodded.

“So, tell me Hermione, what are you doing for money, since you’ve been off work the last couple of weeks.” David, poured himself and his wife, a glass of wine.

“I have savings.” Hermione told him.

“Which are unnecessary, Hermione is living with me, and I intend to take care of her.” Draco added. “She is pregnant, with my child after all.”

Hermione and Draco, hadn’t officially discussed the whole living together situation. 

“Nonsense son, she must pay her way, it’s not fair on you.” David told him, “we drilled this into her.”

Theo burst out laughing.

“Something funny, chuckles?” David looked over at Theo.

“N…no, I just… Draco comes from a filthy rich family…” Theo stuttered out.

“Oh yes, back in my other life, I had material riches, wealth I didn’t know what to do with, now I find riches in simple things, watching a flower bloom, the sun setting, inflecting pleasure on a lover…” Lucius smiled.

“Enough..” Draco coughed, Hermione covered her face, Theo, Blaise and Ginny all tried to hide their laughter.

“He is a hoot.” Ginny whispered.

“I left my money to my son.” Lucius told Hermione’s parents. “I no longer need it.” 

“Well..” Jean and David looked at each other, unsure what to say.

“I for one, am over the moon, I raised Draco from seventeen, I’ve watched him grow in to a wonderful man, he adores your daughter, I truly don’t think there’s anything he couldn’t do..” Andromeda smiled at Draco.

“Except use a contraceptive charm..” Theo whispered.

Blaise and Ginny tried to hide their laughter. 

Lucius didn’t bother to hide his laughter, he threw his head back, “that’s hysterical.”

Draco scowled at his father, and then Theo.

“It’s just been a lot of us to take in.” Jean admitted, “we didn’t really like Ron, but had come to accept him, then we find out he left our daughter, we were devastated. Next she’s telling us she pregnant, with someone we’ve never met.”

“It should be a joyful thing, celebrating the conception of life, it’s truly remarkable how we can…” Draco put his hand over his father’s mouth, to stop him talking.

“I think we just are worried about Hermione’s future, unwed and pregnant, you have no obligations to our daughter, now her foolish choices have left her homeless.. we can’t support her, financially.” David spoke.

“I can safely say, Draco wouldn’t let anything happen to your daughter.” Blaise said.

“He’s in love with her, I’ve never seen anything so sad really.” Theo smirked, as he picked at his dinner.

“Is that true, you love our daughter?” Jean questioned. 

“I do, I really do.” Draco smiled at Hermione. “Home for me, is wherever she is.” 

“I love you too.” She whispered to him.

Andromeda smiled over at them, whilst Teddy stuck his tongue out.

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“Are we okay to gossip now?” Ginny flung herself on the leather sofa, next to Blaise.

Hermione’s parents were sat on the balcony, drinking a glass of wine, they’d been quiet since Draco admitted he loved Hermione.

“Yes, please.” Hermione grinned, leaning forward, Draco was rubbing her back. “I feel like I’ve missed loads, how’s Greg?” 

Ginny grinned, as she sat forward, “oh he’s furious, his little sister, the one you’re mentoring, told him she was pregnant. He’s been in such a miserable mood, he broke into your snack drawer.” 

“How’s Gilly?” Hermione asked.

“She’s fine, her mum and dad are helping her, shes really okay, it’s Greg that isn’t, it lead to him and Tracey to have this massive argument about commitment and their future, so now Greg’s looking at engagement rings..” Ginny looked between Blaise, Theo and Draco, “you guys might need to talk to him. There’s only so much I can do, I think he needs his friends.”

“I’ll get in touch with him.” Theo nodded, “we haven’t had a guys night in a while.” 

Ginny reached for her glass of wine, folding her legs, “next, Matthew’s is interviewing for my new co-host, Rita Skeeters first broadcast is due to release next week, it’s just mindless gossip apparently.”

“She reached out to me, I’ve denied every story, if anything reaches the broadcast it’s not from me!” Theo told her.

“All we know, is the first interview she’s doing is with the sponsor of the Quidditch Gala..” Ginny shrugged.

Theo sighed out, and Draco huffed, “my mother.”

“Your mother..” Hermione asked.

“I was going to tell you, when we were alone, my mother is hosting it, it doesn’t mean anything, we don’t have to go..” Draco placed an arm around her shoulder.

“No, no, I’m okay, we should go, maybe it’ll be perfect opportunity to flaunt this.” She held her little baby bump.

“Thats exactly what I said, great minds think alike huh?” Theo grinned. 

Blaise moved closer to Ginny, “did we tell you about Weasley, at the party, after we got you out?” 

Hermione shook her head, “does he know I’m pregnant?” 

Blaise shook his head, “no, he thought you were overreacting.” 

“Overreacting, he gambled away my home!” 

“Mum went absolutely crazy when she found out, she’s appalled, he gave an half arsed excuse about doing it to win you back, like he’s had his fun, and now wants to settle down.” Ginny rolled her eyes, “he doesn’t know you’re with Draco, he’s obviously blind, he thinks you’re just friendly..”

“He’s working security at the gala.” Theo added.

“Ahh fuck.” Ginny gasped, turning to Blaise, “let me be your plus one, and I’ll try and keep the peace.”

Blaise chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “i kinda already asked Pansy.”

“You what?” Ginny frowned.

“She brought a new dress..” 

“So?” Ginny wondered.

“I’ll take you!” Theo suggested.

“Oh that will be fun.” Ginny grinned, looking over at Blaise.

“No it won’t.” Draco whispered to Hermione, who nodded her head.

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“This is absolutely fucking ridiculous..” Ginny huffed, walking down the corridor to the studio. 

Greg and Hermione were trailing behind her. Hermione had her arms full of notes, Greg was eating an apple. Crunching loudly.

“They obviously liked your chemistry together..” Hermione tried to calm her.

“I saw your screen test, you gel well together.” Greg offered.

“It’s Pansy fucking Parkinson.” Ginny practically shouted. “And she’s stolen Lavender, someone else I like...”

“Lavender works for you both now.” Hermione sighed.

The made it to the studio, Pansy was already sat at the desk, Lavender was applying blusher to her cheeks. 

“Behave.” Hermione warned Ginny. 

“Fine, but I don’t like her.” Ginny sulked.

“Shes only part time, it’ll be fine.” Greg comforted her. “You’re only doing two reports with her.”

Ginny gave Pansy a fake smile, as she sat next to her.

“This is a disaster.” Hermione whispered.

“She knows Pansy isn’t interested in Blaise right?” Greg looked over at Hermione, taking a bite of his apple, “Pansy worked in PR with Theo, Blaise was one of her clients, they’re just best friends.”

“No, I did not know that.” Hermione frowned, “I’ve been icing Blaise out, since he told us, he’s taking Pansy to the gala.”

“Pansy was shunned after the war, we all were, her family wanted nothing to do with her, when she goes to them galas, it’s like her right to brag.” Greg told her. “A big fuck you to her family.”

“Ah fuck.” Hermione screwed her face up, “I’m going to after apologise to Blaise.”

“He accepts chocolate, as apologies.” Greg laughed.

Hermione watched as Pansy and Ginny read out the news. The tension eased up the moment the cameras were running, the moment it was over, the tension came back.

“Right, I’m Flooing back to the flat.” Hermione announced.

“Granger, wait. I’ll come with..” Pansy called. 

Hermione smiled, knocking Ginny in her ribs, to stop her from saying anything. 

“Sure.” Hermione smiled.

“Let me just grab my bag.” Pansy told her.

Ginny rolled her eyes, as Pansy ran to get her bag.

“Stop it.” Hermione told her, “you and Blaise need to talk. Seriously.” 

“No, we don’t, what we’re doing is perfectly healthy.” Ginny put her hands on her hips.

“I’m more healthier than your guy’s situationship, and I have doughnuts for breakfast on the regular.” Greg added, causing Ginny to stare at him.

“Shut up, you’re only getting engaged, because you’re being pressured.” Ginny snapped.

“Actually no, I had cheese and wine night, with the guys, last night, and I’ve decided, I want to get married, as soon as possible.” Greg smiled, causing Hermione to hug him.

“I think it was the shock of finding out my baby sister, was having a baby, it’s been really hard on my body. Tracey sprung it on me out the blue, and now I’m seeing everything in a new light.” Greg told them. “I can’t wait to become Mr Greg Davies.”

Ginny and Hermione both frowned at each other, “you’re taking Tracey’s name?” 

Greg grinned, “yes.” 

“Why?” Ginny asked.

“When we have kids, nothing really goes with Goyle..” 

Hermione laughed, “that’s so considerate, I’m screwed, nothing goes with ‘Malfoy’ it’s the only argument Draco and I are having..” 

The sound of Pansys heels came clicking down the corridor. 

“You waited!” Pansy said shocked.

“You asked, so I did.” Hermione smiled, subtly pinching Ginny, knowing full well she was rolling her eyes. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Bye!” Greg smiled.

“Yeah yeah..” Ginny sighed.

Pansy and Hermione, walked to the Floo, Pansy just before, “she doesn’t like me..” 

“Don’t read too much into it, Blaise and her are playing games.” Hermione shrugged.

“Hmm, I had a hunch maybe she was jealous of me.” Pansy flicked her hair, out her face, “I don’t actually want to come to the flat, I just had to test my hunch out.”

“Oh, you sneaky…”

“Snake..yes yes, I know.” Pansy rolled her eyes. “See you next week Granger.”

Hermione floo’d back to the flat. It was all in darkness. Not even Lucius intense sticks were burning.

Hermione frowned, as she walked around.

“My gods.” Hermione’s heard Draco shout, “it’s too big, no way is it fitting in that tiny little thing!”

Hermione’s blood ran cold.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Keep it there, hold it, hold it!” Draco yelled.

It was coming from the spare bedroom. Standing outside the door, she could hear heavy breathing, and sighing.

She heard a high pitched feminine squeal, gaining all her courage she barged into the bedroom.

Hermione’s eyes went wide.

Draco was shirtless, on the floor, building a flat pack crib, the one Hermione told him she liked.

Theo was also in the room, pacing back and forth, holding his thumb. “You broke it, you broke it.”

“When I say hold it, you hold it.” Draco snapped, sweeping back his hair off his head. 

Hermione blushed at the sight of him, these damn hormones.

“Hey.” Hermione smiled at them both.

“You wasn’t supposed to be back yet.” Draco stood, walking over to her. Placing a kiss to her cheek.

“I am actually, I stayed late.” Hermione told him, “it’s after six.”

“Fuck, we’ve been doing this for three hours.” Draco looked over at Theo.

“Why didn’t you use magic?” Hermione asked him, placing an arm around his waist.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He blushed.

“I’m definitely surprised, and happy..” she told him. “I’m also extremely turned on.” She whispered into his ear.

“Can you just…” Draco asked Theo, nodding to the half of the crib they’d built, before grabbing Hermione’s hand, pulling her to their bedroom.

“Yeah, whatever.” Theo grumbled, as he charmed all the pieces of the crib together. 

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Over half way through her pregnancy, Hermione was definitely feeling the tiredness. 

At 24 weeks pregnant, the last thing she wanted to do, was spend the evening, in a gown and heels, fake laughing at rich peoples jokes. 

Draco was talking to his Quidditch team mates, whilst Hermione was sitting at their table, resting her feet. 

They’d not long arrived, at the manor, a place Draco hadn’t been in years, when Cinnamon with an S, came and swept Draco away for press. 

Hermione shrugged it off, saying she was fine, and would wait for him. 

Hermione gave a glance, over to Draco, Cinnamon with an S, had her hand gripped tightly on his arm, smiling for photos, Draco looked unaware were being taken. 

Theo and Ginny were running late, Ginny wanted to give Blaise a fashionable entrance, from what she heard about her dress, it was tight and red.. a far cry from the flowing maternity dress Hermione was wearing. 

“Hey.” Blaise smiled to her, as he sat next to her. “I’ve tried to get him away, but his assistant has set up all these interviews..”

“It’s fine, Theo should be here soon.” Hermione smiled at him.

“If it’s anything, he’s hating it.” Blaise laughed, looking over at him, being dragged around.

“That does make me feel better.” Hermione nodded.

“So, you spotted the Weasel yet?” 

Hermione shook her head, “he’s probably hiding out the back, avoiding doing any work.” 

Blaise laughed, “of course!”

Pansys heels could be heard, before she appeared, sitting down next to Blaise. Her hair slicked back.

“You look pretty Pansy.” Hermione felt a little insecure, you could definitely tell she was pregnant.

Pansy thanked her, before leaning across Blaise, she whispered, “don’t look straight away, but you’ve got Narcissa Malfoys eyes on you.”

Blaise gave a small glance up, to the balcony, overlooking the ballroom. He let a small whistle, “she looks pissed.”

“Oh great.” Hermione sighed. 

“Come on, I’ll walk you over to Draco. Show her you’ve got our support.” Pansy offered, standing up.

Hermione nodded, standing up, she caught glimpse of Dracos mother, dressed in royal blue robes, her eyes staring down at her. 

“I’m lucky she’s without a wand.” Hemrione tried to joke, to Pansy.

“Too right.” Pansy smiled.

Draco beamed with happiness, when he saw Hermione, and Pansy walking over to him. 

“Right that’s enough press.” Pansy clapped her hands, “his PR manager isn’t even here yet.”

“Miss Parkinson…” Cinnamon with a S snapped.

“Ah!” Pansy put her hand up, to stop her from talking. “You’ve gone completely off script..”

“I wanted the press to see how well his recovery has been.” Cinnamon fluttered her eyelashes, stroking Dracos arm. “So brave..”

“He fell off his broom, because he pushed himself too hard.” Pansy rolled her eyes. “It’s hardly heroic.”

“Thanks Pans..” Draco rolled his eyes, trying to get out of Cinnamon’s grip.

“I didn’t think you’d want to be seen with her.” Cinnamon scowled over at Hermione, “flings usually generate bad press.”

“I’d hardly call, the woman pregnant with my child, a fling.” Draco smirked, interlocking his hand, with Hermione’s.

“She’s pregnant..” Cinnamons eyes bulged, “oh, no, no, no.” 

Cinnamon backed away, looking up to where Narcissa was standing. She looked hurt.

“Come on, let’s go dance..” Draco whispered in her ear.

“Your mother is watching us.” Hermione told him, slightly nodding her head to the direction of Narcissa.

Draco turned to look up at his mother, he raised his eyebrow, before giving her a wave.

Hemrione looked up, as Narcissa huffed walking away. 

“She hates me.” Hermione told him.

“Most likely.” Draco agreed, taking her hand, leading her to the dancefloor.

He spun her around, so her back, was against his chest, his hands went to hold her bump, as they started to sway to the music.

Over the last couple of weeks, the baby’s kicks, had started to be a bit stronger, each time she’d grab his hand, hoping he’d feel. 

Hermione closed her eyes at the feel of the baby kicking.

“Was that…?” Draco gasped, holding her belly tighter, at the feel of the little flutters.

“It was.” Hermione smiled, “she knows her daddy..”

“She?” Draco asked.

“I think she’s a girl.” 

“Theo thinks boy.” Draco told her.

“Theo thinks a lot of things.” Hermione laughed, leaning further into his embrace. 

“I think it’s a girl.” Draco told her.

“We can find out, I think I’m due a scan soon.” Draco turned her, in his arms, she locked her arms around his neck.

“Either way I’m happy.” He grinned down at her. 

“You make me happy.” She told him, getting lost in his eyes.

Draco smiled, the baby kicked against her stomach. 

“Now she won’t stop kicking.” Hermione laughed. 

The two danced together for awhile, ignoring the world around them.

“Draco, Darling.” 

Draco frowned at the shrill voice of his mother. He kissed Hermione’s cheek, before turning to face her.

“Mother.” Draco sighed.

“Come, I have people to introduce you too.” His mother demanded, clapping her hands.

“I’m a little busy mother.” Draco told her.

“Don’t be stupid dear, you’re at the top of your game right now, I’ve got directors from the international quidditch teams, all interested in you.” 

“I’m not interested.” Draco shook his head. 

Hermione unhooked her arms from him, “it’s okay, Ginny and Theo will be here soon, you go, at least talk to them.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Draco, come!” His mother demanded. 

“I won’t be long.” He kissed her, ever so lightly.

“I need to sit anyway.” Hermione laughed. 

“Now!” Narcissa shouted. 

Draco rolled his eyes, walking over to his mother, her face was flushed with anger.

“I hope to the heavens, Miss Granger is carrying a little extra weight, and not your baby.” Narcissa grabbed hold of Dracos arm, as she lead him through the gala.

“Mother..” 

“I don’t believe it, I’ve planned so much for you, and you going and ruin it by being careless. Sinnamon is in hysterics, she’s willing to overlook this little blip, you don’t need to claim the child.” Narcissa spat.

“Hermione and I..”

“Hermione..is it?” 

“Mother, you’re no longer in my life, you have no control, and how dare you attempt to marry me off..” Draco sighed.

“It’s your duty Draco, carry on this families legacy.”

“Legacy? What a father that I have to remind to bathe with soap, and a mother that wants to control every aspect of my life, so much for a legacy.” Draco stopped walking, pulling out of Narcissa’s grip.

“Your father is a lost cause, he no longer has any claim on this family, I just want it back to how it was, Sinnamon is an Yaxley. She can help bring order back to our family.” Narcissa grinned, “that lovely girl, is besotted by you, I’ve told her not to give up on you, you’ll see sense soon.” Narcissa smiled at her son. 

Draco smiled back, leaning down to his mother’s ear, he whispered, “you don’t control me anymore.” He then shook his head at her. 

“Draco, I’ve arranged you meetings with the idea of playing internationally, just think, you and Sinnamon could start afresh, move to Spain, to France, to Portugal, you can forget about your little accident.” 

Dracos felt rage run through his body, “my child isn’t an accident. You’ll never meet my child, never.” 

Draco stormed away from his mother, he headed to the restroom, he needed to calm down.

Banging the door open, so it hit the wall. He ran the cold tap, rubbing his hands through it. It had been eight years since he left his mother and this house, and she still found away to get to him. 

Draco thought she was humiliated, by Lucius leaving, that it was what caused her to go back to her old ways, but he doubted she’d ever really changed. He knew for sure, his child wouldn’t be raised like him.

Once calming down, he exited the restroom. Straightening his jacket down.

“Oi ferret.” 

Draco rolled his eyes, at the feeling of anger and rage building back up. 

“What do you want?” He turned to see Ron, dressed in his Auror uniform, heading towards him.

“Party’s that way, what you doing back here?” Ron looked him up and down.

“Using the bathroom, did you want to watch?” Draco rolled his eyes.

“I’m not interested in your jokes, I’ve seen you out there, getting close to my girl, it ends tonight.” Ron warned, poking him in his chest.

“I thought you broke up with her, wanted to screw around or some kinda bollocks like that.” Draco tensed up.

“Well, we’ve had our break…it’s time..why am I explaining myself to you?” Ron questioned himself. “I see you’ve gotten close with her, I don’t know why she wants to be friends with you, that’ll change when we’re back together, she’ll see sense.” 

Draco frowned at him, “what do you want?”

“Tell her, she needs to talk with me. The whole flat thing was a mistake, a misunderstanding, it was a flaw in my plan. Ginny won’t talk to me, Harry’s in the middle of a mission, I don’t know what else to do.” 

Draco laughed, loudly. “Hermione and I, we’re not friends..”

“Oh thank gods for that.” Ron grinned.

“She’s the woman I live with, the woman I come home too, the woman I can have screaming my name in a matter of minutes..” Draco taunted, he was already pissed off, this interaction with Weasley had really pushed him over the edge.

Ron’s face flared red, with anger. “No, you’re lying, you’re a liar.” He clenched his fists.

‘Auror Weasley, requesting back up in the gardens, Cormac McClaggen is drunk and disorderly. Attempting to buy pixie powder from the Malfoy statues.’

The radio connected to Ron’s uniform buzzed. 

“You best get going huh?” Draco smirked.

“You even think about touching my…” 

“I‘ve done plenty more than touch her.” He laughed, walking away, thanking the heavens and his father’s crystals for McClaggens unruly behaviour.

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Hermione felt a loss without Draco near by, it’s like her unborn baby could sense when he was near, she’d feel butterflies and kicks and just filled with love, maybe it was his magic, maybe it was her imagination, she knew she’d have took up magical pregnancy side effects.

Hermione sat down at the table, worrying about what his mother would say to him. 

Joining an international Quddich league was a huge accomplishment, most players dreamed of that. Draco once shared, his dream was to play for a French team, move to France, get away from England. She panicked at the thought she was holding him back from his dream.

A loud wolf whistle came from next to her. 

Turning her head, Cormac had sat next to her, he was drinking out a silver flask. 

“Alright foxy lady?” He questioned.

“Leave.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Oi, most women would kill to be hit on, by a stud like me.” He flexed his muscles.

“I’m alright, thank you.” Hermione shook her head, scanning the near by crowd in hope of seeing someone to come and rescue her.

“I like you Granger, you’ve got the confidence of a thousand men.” Cormac nodded to her. “Most women would hide away, if they gained a few pounds, you flaunt it.” He gestured to body.

“Excuse me?”

“You must be aware, you’re carrying a cake shelf.” He joked, looking at her stomach.

“I’m pregnant.” She stood up, “and even if I wasn’t, who are you to comment on how a woman looks, when you look like that.” 

“Fiery.” He licked his lips, “I’ve never shagged a pregnant witch before.” 

Hermione saw red, lifting her hand, ready to slap him.

“Woah.” Blaise came behind her, grabbing her hand, “he’s not worth it, he properly deserves it, but it’s not worth it.”

“I love getting slapped.” Cormac winked, “you’re my perfect woman.”

“Fuck off, McClaggen.” Blaise told him.

“Yep, fair enough.” Cormac stood, wobbling a bit as he walked, “I’m going out back, to take a piss.. one day Hermione, one day.”

Blaise let go of Hermione’s hand. 

“Would you believe this is tame for him?” Blaise laughed.

“I’m aware, I’ve been on the end of his pick up attempts, since I was sixteen.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Did any ever work?” Blaise asked.

“Please, I have more self respect than that..”

“You dated Weasley for eight years.” Blaise raised an eyebrow at her.

“He wasn’t always an arse, he used to be sweet and kind, and then I think we grew apart, I wasn’t fussed about making a name for myself, he enjoyed the attention..” Hermione rolled her eyes. 

“It’s his loss…” Blaise’s words came to a stop, and his gaze locked behind her. 

Hermione turned her head, and her jaw dropped. Ginny was walking in, with Theo. 

Ginny had a bright red tight dress on, a slit all up the side of her leg. 

“You two need to talk.” Hermione told Blaise. “She thinks you’re seeing Pansy.” 

“But..”

“I know, but does she?” Hermione asked.

“We need to talk.” 

Hermione nodded at him.

“Well, Red has got some fabulous tits!” Pansy smirked, appearing next to them.

“Yeah.” Hermione and Blaise both nodded, staring at her walking in.

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Hermione smiled at Draco, as he came walking over to their table. 
Dinner was about to start.

Hermione noticed the anger in his eyes, as he took a seat next to her. 

“You okay?” She whispered, placing an arm around his shoulders.

“Fine.” He didn’t look at her, “just can’t wait to get home, and away from this place.”

Hermione stroked the back of his neck, her fingers playing with his hair, something she knew calmed him down.

Draco noticed a breeze next to him, he looked to his side, seeing Blaise fanning himself, with the menu. He’d undone the top few buttons, and pulled his tie down.

“Whats up with him?” Draco whispered to Hermione. 

Hermione nodded in front of them, Ginny was stood, talking to Oliver Wood. The split in her dress on view, she was wearing a red lace garter.

“Fucking hell..” Draco gasped, “she’s..”

“She’s what?” Hermione asked, turning to face him, “what is she, Draco?”

Draco swallowed loudly, not wanting to say the wrong thing, “she’s nothing compared to you.” 

“Hmmm, I’ll accept the compliment.” She rolled her eyes at him.

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After dinner had finished, the gala had started to quiet down. Ginny and Blaise had gone missing, around the same time.

“There’s a lake near by, I used to go to as a kid, do you want to go for a walk?” Draco leaned in, to whisper into Hermione’s ear.

Hermione took a quick glance at the table, Theo was eating a plate of cakes, Pansy was looking at him disgusted, she could also feel Narcissa’s eyes on her.

“Yes please.”

Draco took Hermione’s hand, leading her out of the ballroom. 

They walked past Sinnamon, who looked visibly hurt. Hermione almost felt sorry for her, she was just a young woman, whose was promised her dreams.

Draco clutched tight on Hermione’s hand, as they walked past Narcissa and Rita Skeeter. 

Finally out in the gardens, Hemrione breathed a sigh of relief. “You go to many events like that?”

“I used to, now I’m kinda over it all, used to be where I’d pick up women..” he joked.

“You know, i don’t think we should share everything about each other.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“You’re just jealous, I picked you up in a club.” Draco teased.

“Technically, it was a work event.”

“Nope.” Draco shook his head, guiding her to a path, under some trees, “if you was at a work event, the dress you was wearing would definitely get some HR complaints.”

“It was one of Ginnys.” 

Draco chuckled, “after tonight, that doesn’t surprise me.” 

Hermione playfully slapped his arm. 

They walked for a few minutes, until they reached a lake, the moon reflected off the water, it was picturesque.

“Is this part of the Malfoy land?” Hermione asked.

Draco shook his head, “no, it’s public property, I used to come down here as a kid, just to get away from it all, when it got too loud.” Draco pointed to a couple of big boulders, wildflowers surrounding them, “I used to sit there, contemplate running away.”

“Tortured little soul, weren’t you.” Hermione squeezed his hand.

“Joke all you want, the brooding, misunderstood act, was all I knew.” Draco rolled his eyes. 

He guided her to sit against the boulders, the view of the lake, was perfect. He sat next to her, still holding her hand.

“When I came back from my trial, and I found out i escaped Azkaban. I came out here, I knew I needed to change. Needed to be better, needed to prove to myself I’m not that person. I wrote a list of goals.”

Draco waved his hand, over a patch of soil, it all disappeared, leaving behind a little wooden rectangular box. He lent down and picked it up. 

“Bear in mind, I was seventeen when I wrote these goals.” Draco held his hand up, as if he was begging her not to judge. 

He passed her over the box, she let go of her hand to take it. 

When she opened it, a folded piece of paper was inside, as well as his old Malfoy Signet ring.

“Read it.” Draco told her.

“Okay.” She unfolded the piece of paper, looking over at him. “Number one, gain more confidence in taking off bras… Draco!” She sighed.

“Hey I was seventeen, and in all fairness, I’m good at it now.” He joked, “keep reading.”

“Number two, reply back to Andromeda. Number three, find my passion.
Number four, seek forgiveness from those I hurt.
Number five, seek forgiveness especially from Hermione Granger..” Hermione looked over at Draco. She smiled at him. 

“Am I forgiven?” He asked. 

Hemrione nodded, “yes.” He placed his hand on her thigh, squeezing it.

Hermione went back to the list, she frowned, “Number six, if Hemrione Granger does forgive me, see if she’d let me shag her..”

Draco pulled the list out of her hand, “forgot I wrote that.” 

“Draco?”

“What? You was a right swot at school, but your skirt left little to the imagination.” 

She nudged against him, “you may have been a tortured soul, but you was also a little perv.” 

Draco rolled his eyes, “I completely forgot about this list, until I came the manor tonight, when I was seventeen, I finally started making my own choices, the first time in my life. I think I’ve done quite well.”

“Didn’t you say, your dream was to play for a French team?” Hermione asked, she desperately needed to know how the conversations with the international directors had gone.

“At one point, yes. I have new goal and dreams now. I never even made it to see the directors, it was a ploy from my mother, dangle what she thought I wanted in front of me, if I gave in to her plans..”

“Marrying Cinnamons..” she mumbled.

“I don’t want that, I don’t see that, my only goal, my only dream, is you and our baby..babies..” Draco blushed, “I want a family with you, where ever you want to be, I’ll follow you.” 

Hermione felt tears fall from her eyes, if she wasn’t incredibly turned on, she was in tears, these damn hormones.

“I want to have kids with you, we live in the country, in a little house, with lots of land, that I can teach our kids to fly brooms, we can have picnics every summer, and every winter we can pick our own Christmas tree, and decorate it together. We can also have a little hut, where crazy grandpa Lucius lives, but we have to knock before entering, to make sure he’s not doing Tai chi in the nude, or has his lady friend Blueberry around.”

Hermione was unsure if she was laughing or crying, at what Draco was saying, all she knew was she wanted all that, with him.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while, I know it’s early, we’ve known each other, 24 weeks, and I’m not saying we have to do it straight away, but I suppose it’s my promise to you. You’re it for me.” Draco stood from sitting next to her, he dropped to one knee. 

“Hermione..”

“Yes!”

“Hermione Granger..”

“Yes.”

“Will you..”

“Yes.”

“Will you let me ask you!” Draco huffed, pulling the ringbox out his pocket.

“Yes, sorry go on.” Hermione bit her lip. Tears streaming down her face.

“Hermione Granger..” he paused expecting her to say something, content she was letting him continue, “I love you, will you marry me?” 

Hermione jumped into his arms, he caught her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Is that a yes?” He asked.

“It’s a yes.” 

Draco put her down, pulling the ring out, placing it on her finger. 

“It’s Andromedas, she gave it to me, the night I told her you were pregnant.” He admitted.

“It’s beautiful.” She looked down at the stones glistening. “What did my dad say?”

“Huh?”

“My dad, you did ask his permission, right?”

“Right!” Draco nodded. “Of course, it was okay. It was good, fine.”

“I wish I could have seen my mother’s face, she didn’t think you’d want to marry me.” Hermione laughed, looking at the ring. “Gods, Draco it’s perfect, it’s lovely, I love it, I love you.” 

She pulled him to her lips, kissing him softly.

“Let’s go home.” She stated. Draco nodded, placing the rectangular box back in the soil.

“Tonight definitely has an improved.” She grinned looking at the ring. “Oh did you see Ron, I was worried he was going to cause a scene..”

“Yeah we had words, he thought we were friends, wanted my help to get you back. I told him no, I was ever so polite. Unfortunately he got called away on some auror duty. Drunk and disorderly McClaggen.” 

“I’m worried he’s going to do something drastic, he has a tendency to lash out, before he thinks.” Hermione told Draco.

“Well, we’ll cross that bridge together..”Draco stopped talking, staring at the floor, “is that…”

“That’s Ginnys dress!” Hermione gasped.

“Oh no.” Draco sighed.

“Is that Blaise’s shoe?” Hermione asked, realisation hitting. “Take me home.”

“Gladly.”

Chapter Text

“Have you got your bracelet on?” Lucius, asked his son, as they walked up Hermione’s parent’s driveway.

“It’s in my pocket.” Draco rolled his eyes, already nervous about the afternoon ahead.

“Put it on, it’s Clear Quartz and Tigers Eye, it brings luck.” Lucius told him, “plus I’ve just got this really bad feeling lately, something is coming, something bad I’m not sure what..”

“It’s fine in my pocket.” Draco sighed, approaching the front door. “I’m sure it all will be okay.”

Draco took a breath, rolling his eyes at his father, before knocking on the door.

Draco rocked back on his feet, putting his hands in his pockets, as they waited for someone to come to the door.

“Draco!” Jean gasped as she answered the door, “what are you doing here?” She looked to the side of him, and saw Lucius, “and you brought your father!”

“I, I wanted to speak to you both, is it possible to come in?” Draco, asked nervously.

“Yes, of course, should we be worried?” Jean opened the door, inviting both of them in.

“No, I don’t think so anyways.” Draco followed her in.

“Let me take your jacket, and your….cape?” She looked Lucius up and down.

“It’s a poncho dear.” Lucius shook his head, smiling at his rainbow patterned poncho.

“Oh.” Jean frowned, taking Dracos jacket. “DAVID, we have visitors!” Jean shouted up the stairs. “Please, go through here.” Jean pointed to the living room door.

“Oh this is nice.” Lucius looked around, “I love the light.” 

Draco shook his head at his father, nodding for him to take a seat.

“Tea, coffee?” Jean asked.

“No, thank you.” Draco declined, sitting next to his father.

“I’ll have both.” Lucius smiled.

“Both?”

“Yes, half coffee, half tea.” 

“Right..” Jean frowned, looking over at Draco, who just shrugged his shoulders.

Jean left the living room, and Draco turned to his father, “stop, just stop, I’m nervous enough, don’t mess this up for me.”

“I’m not messing anything up Draco, I don’t see why you’re doing this.” Lucius, looked at the bowl of decretive stones, on the coffee table in front of him, “hmm fakes.”

“Hermione wants this..”

“But they don’t deserve her..”

“Father..” Draco sighed.

“Oh. I wasn’t expecting you.” David frowned, walking in to the living room.

“Good afternoon, sir.” Draco stood up, and shook his head.

“Hey Dave.” Lucius waved from the sofa. 

“He drove me up here..” Draco explained as to why his father was here, sitting back next to him.

“So why are you here..” David sat down on the sofa across from them.

“I needed to ask, you and your wife something.” Draco took a deep breath, he could feel his hands sweating.

“What’s she done now?” David rolled his eyes.

Lucius clenched his fists.

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

Jean came walking back in, with a tray of cups, “I know you said no, but I made you a coffee, hope that’s okay.”

“Thank you, Mrs Granger.” Draco accepted the drink.

“I did my best, I’ve never made one of these before.” Jean smiled, as Lucius took the drink. 

“So, why are you here?” David sat forward.

“I want to marry your daughter.” Draco bit his lip. “I know we only reconnected weeks ago, but she’s everything to me, I want a life with her.”

“Oh David.” Jean gasped, clutching at her husband.

“You might think we’re both hard on Hermione, because we don’t care, that we nit pick away at her life, because we’re judgemental, but no, that girl is our world, we know how incredible she is, since you’ve come into her life, she’d got her glow back..”

“She doesn’t like it when we say glow, she tells us it’s just sweat, from her sickness.” Lucius interrupted, correcting her father.

“Not now.” Draco whispered to his dad.

“She’s got her glow back, we were trying to prepare her for the worst case scenario, not to get her hopes up. Having a child is so incredibly difficult, and hard, and draining. I see how you look at our daughter.. okay, don’t make us regret this.” David smiled. 

“So, how are you going to propose?” Jean asked, smiling brightly. 

“Well…you see..I ah..” Draco stumbled.

“You’ve already done it, haven’t you?” David questioned, sipping his cup of tea.

“I did, last night. I didn’t realise that this would be important to her, I came as soon as I could.” Draco ran his hands through his hair.

“I told her I needed Draco to take me back to my house, for a few more items.” Lucius laughed, “gave us some time to come here.”

“Well, what happened? Tell me about the proposal.” Jean grinned.

“It was perfect, I told her how much I loved her, told her how important she is to me, there was a lake I used to visit as a child, it used to be my hiding space. She said yes.” Draco blushed.

“I had no doubt she would.” Jean laughed. “I’ll have to call her later, don’t worry, we won’t tell her you forgot to ask us.” She winked.

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Ginny, Lavender and Hermione, were looking over Greg’s shoulder, at his desk.

“I don’t like that.” Ginny screwed her nose up.

“Well, it’s not for you.” Greg snapped. 

“Are you sure she said pink?” Lavender questioned, looking at the picture Greg had up on his screen.

“Yes!” Greg replied, “it’s what she wants..”

“But what do you want?” Hemrione asked him.

“Whatever she does.” Greg stated.

“But you’ll look like Miss Bo Peep!” Ginny stated.

“Little Bo Peep.” Hemrione corrected.

“Dont you think I know this, don’t you think I’m worried what the guys are going to say, I don’t want to wear pink bloody robes to my wedding!” Greg snapped.

“Breathe.” Lavender instructed him, “you’ll have a panic attack.”

“I am panicking.” Greg shouted.

“Why don’t you compromise, wear a pink bow tie?” Hermione suggested.

“Yeah, I can suggest that, I can, can’t I?” Greg turned to look at the three women.

“Yeah?” Ginny said, unsure looking at her friends.

“She proper ripped into me, when I told her it was stupid to have pink and red roses.” Greg admitted, “the colours clashed.”

“Suggest compromising?” Hermione offered.

Hermione hadn’t announced her engagement yet, even though she wore the ring, and had no intentions of taking it off. She wanted to let Greg and Tracey have their moment.

“I like that.” Greg clicked his fingers, “I like that a lot.”

“I’ve just had a fantastic idea, we should do a section on bridezillas, and the crazy demands.” Ginny grinned, walking over to her desk, “put it on the web thing, let people write in!” 

“Internet..” Hermione corrected her.

“Exactly.”

“Tracey has hired Astoria to help plan the wedding, apparently she’s an event planner now.” Greg said, “she must have some stories!”

“Good, get them!” Ginny clicked her fingers, “oh this is going to be good!” Ginny smiled to herself. “Hermione, contact Parkinson, ask if she wants to be involved?”

Lavender and Greg both exchanged glances, at the idea of Ginny wanting Pansys involvement.

“What’s that look for?” Ginny frowned at them.

“Nothing..” Lavender said, shaking her head, grabbing her hair and make up bag, “I’ll be back later.” 

Ginny shrugged, turning her attention back to her screen.

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Hermione sighed, as she made her way back to the office. She’d told Draco, she was going to be late home, she was catching up on work.

She’d just waved Greg off home, giving him a pep talk, to discuss compromising with Tracey. 

When she sat at her desk, she sighed out, rubbing her baby bump, she had a couple of files to send off, and then she could go home, and relax in the bath. 

It was unusual for anyone to be here, at this time, so when she heard the lifts beep, she reached for her wand.

Quickly turning the office lights off, she stayed still.

Footsteps were approaching the door, not bothering with knocking, the office door swung open. Hemrione stood, wand out, spell on the tip of her tongue.

“For fuck sake!” 

Hermione’s eyes went wide, in shock.

“Harry? Is that you?” She put her wand away.

There stood in her office doorway, Harry Potter, with long black hair, tied in a ponytail.

“Mione!” He gasped, “you nearly sent me to St Mungos, with a heart attack. I’ve been looking for you all day!” 

“Me? Shouldn’t you be in America?”

“I went to your flat, it’s now being used for questionable activities, I’m not in jurisdiction here, but it’s needs reporting.” He chuckled, “I nearly choked when a middle aged woman in just her knickers answered the door!”

“I’ve not lived there in awhile.” She shrugged. “Ron..”

“Ron, wrote to me..” Harry started to say.

“That bastard.” Hermione sighed.

“Said you’re loosing your mind.” He looked her up and down.

“I’m doing fine, thank you very much.” She defended herself, arms crossing her chest.

Harry moved closer to her, “Ron said, you’re close with Malfoy now.”

“We are, in fact were…” 

“This is for your own good, I’m sorry, but we need to get you better.” Harry stunned her, catching her before she fell. “I’m so sorry, Ron said you were struggling, we just want you back.”

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When Hemrione came round, she was sat in a chair, in what appeared to be Harry’s living room, she hadn’t been here in awhile and neither had he, by the look of it.

“What the fuck, Harry?” Hermione shouted, she tried to move, but was stuck to the chair. “Harry!”

“Oh, good you’re up!” Harry rushed in with a glass of water.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Hermione refused to drink the water.

“Ron wrote to me, said it was an emergency, said you’re under some spell or something, he’s really worried, apparently you had a little fight and won’t go back to him..” 

“That lying little weasel.” Hermione spat, “did he not tell you, he asked to open our relationship up, I said no, so he left, and when he realised he couldn’t pull anyone, he wanted me back, and I refused.” Hermione said through gritted teeth.

“What?” Harry looked confused.

“I’m not lying, unstick me right now.” Hermione demanded.

“Ron said you’re delusional, you’re being tricked into thinking you’re in a relationship with Malfoy.” 

“Draco and I, are together, I’m pregnant, we’re actually engaged.” She managed to wiggle her finger.

Harry frowned, and switched the telly on, flicking through the few selection of wizarding channels, he found Rita Skeeters Breaking News.

“Malfoy heir, engaged to Yaxley Granddaughter.” Rita grinned, as she read the TV monitor, “we have an exclusive from Mrs Narcissa Malfoy, last night the contracts were signed.”

Harry stared at Hermione, who looked wide eyed at the telly, as Harry turned it off.

“That snooty bitch.” Hermione whispered, “how long have I been here?”

“About an hour, Ron’s on his way, after his shift.” Harry told her, “we’re going to get you better.”

“Harry, I’m pregnant, look.” She nodded her head downward, to her bump. 

“This is why you need help, for your baby.” Harry told her, “yours and Ron’s baby.”

“Oh fuck no.” Hermoine tried to wriggle on her chair, the most she could to was move her fingers, tapping them against the chair arm. “Harry please, this is ridiculous, Ron writes you a letter and all of a sudden I’m crazy?”

“Mione, you’re in a make believe relationship, with an engaged man.” Harry said calmly, as he crouched in front of her.

“He’s engaged to me.” She shouted.

Harry shook his head, as he stood up, “you’ve just seen he’s not.”

“Thats Cinnamons, she’s in love with him, it’s kinda sad really, it’s a long story.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I wish Ron would have written to me sooner, don’t you still work with Ginny, what does she say about all this?” Harry asked.

“Shes supports me, she knows me, it’s a wonder how her and Ron are related.” 

Harry shook his head, as he perched on the coffee table, in front of her.

“We’ll get you better Mione, I promise.” His hand squeezed her knee.

“Oh for goodness sake.” Hermione flung her head back, against the chair. “When I get free, you’re in for a world of pain.”

Harry shuffled to his kitchen, as Hermoine kept trying to move from the chair. 

There was a banging, coming from the front door, which was in the living room, where Hermione was sat.

“Someone’s at your door!” Hermione called to Harry, “i would get it, but you’ve kinda stuck me down.”

“Calm down, it’s Ron. He said he’d be here.” He ran to the door, happy he’d have some back up.

Harry’s face fell, as he opened the door. 

“Malfoy? Ginny?” Harry’s eyes went wide.

“Potter.” Malfoy snapped, “you appear to be holding my fiancée hostage.” 

“Fiancée?” Harry gulped.

“You know Granger right?” Draco questioned, “about this tall.” He held his hand to his chest. “Wild, curly hair..”

“Got a cracking set of tits.” Ginny added, as Draco and Harry turned to her. “Sorry, pregnancy has done wonders on her.” She held up her hands, trying to look behind Harry.

“Can we come in?” Draco asked, “actually, let me rephrase that, we’re coming in.” 

Hermione watched, as Harry flew into a wall, making way for Draco and Ginny to run into his place.

“What the hell?” Ginny asked, as Draco rushed infront of Hermione, crouching down, stroking her hair.

“I’m stuck, I think it’s just a charm.” Hermione told Draco, as he managed to unstick her.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, pulling her up, and into a hug.

“I’m fine.” She stroked his cheek, “we’re both fine.”

“I was so worried, so was my father, Theo and Blaise are currently with him, calming him down.” Draco told her, as he kissed her forehead. 

“How did you know where I was?” She asked him.

“Your ring.” 

Hermione looked down at the sparking diamond. “Of course you’ve got a tracking charm on it.”

“It led me to this area, turned out Ginny remembered this place, from when her and Potter used to date.” Draco told her, “we thought it was Ron.”

Harry stood up, hearing enough, he walked over to them.

“Love what you’ve done with the place.” Ginny smirked, “dusty can be chic, I guess.”

“I’ve barely been home!” Harry defended.

“I know and now you’re involved in a kidnapping.” Ginny raised her eyebrow.

“Kidnapping?” Harry panicked, “no, I was..” 

Draco turned to scowl at Harry, “you have five seconds to tell me, what the fuck you’re doing?” 

“Well, I…I..” Harry stuttered.

“One.” Draco counted, rolling up his sleeves, on his shirt.

“I…didn’t…I..”

“Two.” Draco smirked, standing in front of him. Ginny rushed to Hermione’s side grinning at the interaction.

Harry took a deep breath, knowing full well Draco wasn’t playing about, “Ron wrote to me.”

“What?” Draco tilted his head.

“Ah of course, this reeks of his dog breath.” Ginny rolled her eyes. 

“Ron wrote, was concerned about Hermione, said she was loosing her mind, thought you’d cursed her into believing she was with you.” Harry told him, pulling the tie out of his hair, then running his hands through it.

“Oh fuck.” Ginny whispered to Hermione, “I always wanted him to grow his hair out.”

Hermione scowled at her friend.

“So you kidnapped her?”

“No, right, I’m trying to explain, first I went to her flat, but that’s now being used as a Madame’s home. I’m sure of it.” Harry told them.

“Yeah, Ron gambled away the deeds to my place in a cards game, we wasn’t even a couple when he did that.” Hermione informed him.

“He never told me that, he said you disappeared.” Harry held is hands up.

“There’s a lot he’s not told you, i’m guessing.” Draco spat.

“Ron left me, and I refused to take him back, I was already..” Hermione pointed to her stomach.

“You’re actually pregnant.” Harry gasped, “with..” Harry nodded to Malfoy. 

“Yes, we’re together, engaged actually.” Draco smiled at her.

“We are definitely discussing why I wasn’t told, when this is all over.” Ginny whispered. 

“Fuck.” Harry continued to run his hands through his hair. “What about your engagement to that Yaxly girl?”

“My what?” Draco frowned.

“Oh yeah, Rita and your mother.” Hermione sighed.

Harry clicked on his TV, and the exclusive was still flashing on Rita’s breaking news channel.

“My fucking mother.” Draco gritted his teeth.

“Ahh, so you were telling the truth.” Harry looked over at Hermione.

“Yes!” She shouted.

“And I basically kidnapped a pregnant witch, and was going to cast counter curses on her…” Harry’s eyes widened.

“Not like you to be reckless, huh Potter?” Draco stared at him.

“I broke cover, on an undercover assignment  to deal with one of Ron’s temper tantrums..” Harry seethed with answer, walking away, kicking a side table, “fuck!”

Hermione looked over at Ginny, shaking her head, before she said something.

“The bastard is on his way.” Harry told them, “I’m going to..I’m gonna..”

“Calm down.” Ginny said to him, “we can handle this like adults.”

“Adults?” Draco smirked, “I’m sure that’s how’s it’s going to go.” Draco cracked his knuckles, in anticipation.

“I know this isn’t the right time to say this, but I caught some of the England games over in the states, and I’m impressed.” Harry told him. 

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to sign something before I go.” Draco rolled his eyes.

A knocking interrupted them.

“He’s here.” Harry looked between all them, “what do we do?”

“I’ll go and sit back down.” Hermione said, “you two go and hide, don’t you dare let him touch me, I’m not having another hospital trip.” 

“You know where my kitchen is right?” Harry questioned Ginny, the knocking got louder.

“Yes.” Ginny nodded, dragging Draco with her, “she’ll be fine.” 

Hermione re took her seat, this time without the sticking charm. She closed her eyes, and waited.

Harry took a breath, to control his anger over Ron’s actions. He slowly strolled to the door, opening it.

“Finally mate!” Ron walked in, “I thought something bad had happened.”

“Define bad?” Harry closed his door.

“Don’t know, maybe something to do with..” Ron gestured to Hermione.

“Kidnapping a pregnant witch?” Harry raised his eyebrows at him, watching his reaction.

“Shes pregnant!” Ron gasped. 

“I thought…” 

“I must of forgot to mention it.” Ron tried to cover his surprise, his gaze not leaving Hermione, “there were whispers at the gala last night, not a public announcement yet.” 

“So, tell me, why I’m here, I blew cover on an important assignment for this.” Harry gritted his teeth, waiting for his excuse.

“Since she’s been friendly with Malfoy, she’s changed, she used to be on my side, forgive me, she used to want me, now… it’s like I’m nothing to her, he must of done something.” Ron told Harry.

“Like..”

“Put a charm or a curse on her, I just want my Mione back.” Ron huffed, taking a seat on the sofa, as he flopped down, a cloud of dust appeared.

“I spoke to Ginny earlier.” Harry stated. “She said something interesting.”

“The whole bleeding thing, that was an accident..” 

“What bleeding thing?” Harry asked, confused.

Ron’s eyes went wide, when he realised Harry wasn’t bringing that incident up, “well, I had a slight mishap, with a card game, no big deal, it was part of my plan, but I had to tell her, she was no longer the owner of her flat, she proper stressed out, had a panic attack, bled everywhere.” 

Harry blinked a few times, as he processed the information, “wait, you lost Hermione’s flat, in a game of cards, you nearly caused her to miscarry, maybe I can see why she doesn’t want to get back with you.”

“It was our flat Harry, my name was on the deeds.” Ron corrected.

“Hermione bought it, and you know it.” Harry shook his head.

“I want it back, to how we were.”  Ron sighed, “she was mine, and I was hers.”

“Ginny told me, you wanted to fuck around.” Harry smirked.

“Well, I’d been with her, since we’re teens, before we settled down, I needed to experience others, you know, you have to kiss someone else, in order to know where your feelings lay!” Ron defended.

“That is bullshit, Ron.” Harry clenched his fist.

“Harry help me.” He begged.

“I believe Hermione is with Malfoy, they’re having a baby together.” Harry told Ron, bracing himself for his reaction.

“No!” Ron stood up, “that could be my baby. I refuse to believe she chose him, over me.”

Before Harry could say anything, there was a banging from the kitchen, Draco came barging in to the living room, Ginny unsuccessfully attempting to hold Draco back.

Hermione shot up, out the chair, Ginny gave up at restraining Draco, and went to stand with her.

They watched as Draco, held Ron by his throat, against a wall.

“The baby isn’t yours, oh no, Hermione is carrying my child.” He spat. 

Ron’s face was red, from where he was trying to catch his breath.

“Leave Hermione alone, you’ve already gambled away her flat, now you’re doing this, what was your plan tonight?” Draco asked, pushing further against his neck.

Ron smirked, trying his best to look unaffected, “could be my baby.” 

Draco was seething, resisting the urge to push down harder on his throat.

“Draco, he’s saying to get a rise out of you.” Hermione told him, “you know it’s not true.”

Harry watched in horror, as Draco refused to release Ron.

“This stops tonight, you leave her alone.” Draco dropped his hand from his neck, letting him fall to the floor.

Ron scrambled up, “you just assaulted an auror, I’ll have you knicked.” 

“Hmm, funny I don’t recall that.” Draco looked around the room.

“I didn’t see anything.” Ginny shrugged.

“Me either.” Harry agreed.

Ron’s had snapped to Harry, “mate, what you doing? You’re on my side.”

Hermione scoffed, and rolled her eyes, “Ron you wanted out, and you got it, I’m sorry if it’s not what you were expecting, but I’m done, I found my happiness, I found who I belong with, and you need to accept it.”

“I fucked up, okay.” Ron attempted to walk over to Hermione, but Draco stood in the way. “I shouldn’t have said I wanted to see others, I was stupid, I was foolish, I was lying  to myself.” 

Ginny frowned at his words. 

“You tried to kidnap me!” Hermione snapped, “you gambled my home away.”

“I’ve already apologised, if I could take it back, I could.” Ron put his hands up. “I need you back in my life.”

“You caused me so much stress, I almost lost my pregnancy.” She shouted, Ginny held onto her hand.

“Well, I didn’t know you were knocked up, so..”

“Really, that’s your defence.” Harry sighed.

“Are you sure that the baby isn’t mine..”

“Yes, she’s pretty sure.” Draco answered for her.

Ron didn’t listen to Draco, instead kept his gaze on Hermione. 

“Dracos the father.” Hermione confirmed.

Ron’s face fell, Draco almost felt sorry for him. 

“I guess I lost my chance, huh?” Ron looked around the room, “I should have held on tight, I never should have let you go.”

Ginny shook her head, “are you aware you’re quoting a song, it’s driving me insane.” 

“Go home, Ginny.” Ron scowled, “this had nothing to do with you.”

“You’re just worried I’ll tell mum.” Ginny smirked.

“You wouldn’t.” 

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Stop.” Hermione held her hands up.
“It’s been a long day, I just want to go home.”

“I’m sorry Hermione.” Harry said to her, “i genuinely thought something had happened to you, I just wanted to help.”

Hermione smiled at him. “Next time, maybe check before you stick me to a chair.”

Draco turned to take Hermione’s hand, “let’s get you home.”

“So, this is it then, you made your choice?” Ron questioned.

“Mate, stop. You wanted to be with others, you can’t expect her to wait around for you.”  Harry rolled his eyes. “They’re going to walk out that door, and you aren’t going to bother her again. Got that?”

“But..”

“No.” Harry snapped. 

“Fine.” Ron’s face was red with embarrassment, and anger.

“I guess I’m back permanently now, you’ll have to owl me your new address.” Harry kissed Hermione’s cheek.

Draco shuddered at the thought of Harry being a permanent fixture in their lives.

“I’ve got to get you back, I’m pretty sure father is tearing his hair out.” Draco guided Hermione to the door.

“Father..” Harry whispered to Ginny.

“Just wait.” Ginny grinned, before following them out.

———————————————————————

The moment Hermione, Draco and Ginny, walked through the door, Lucius had pulled her into his arms.

“Are you okay, my dear?” Lucius kissed her forehead, “I’ve been so worried.” 

Hermione hugged him back, as Draco closed the door, and taking her bags off her. “I’m okay.”

“Even our yoga session didn’t help.” Lucius nodded to Blaise and Theo, sat on the sofa, at opposite ends. Ginny had sat next to Blaise.

“He put us in positions, I didn’t know was possible.” Theo whispered. 

“I’ve seen things I shouldn’t have seen.” Blaise sat wide eyed.

“He said, it’s easier when naked, and my trousers were restricting me!” Theo held his hands up.

Lucius chuckled at the pair, “they were worried too!”

“Was not.” Blaise shrugged.

“My idiotic brother contacted Harry, he made him leave his mission, thinking Hermione was under a curse.” Ginny rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’m guessing you need an alibi.” Theo stated.

“Oh, son. Violence is never the answer. Never.” Lucius shook his head, Theo, Draco and Blaise all looked at him.

“You once tripped me down the manor stairs, for having an untucked shirt.” Draco recalled.

“And I’ve learned from my mistakes, I much prefer kindness.” Lucius told them, “right, it’s been a long night, my dear seems stressed, I’ll run you a nice relaxing bath.” 

Lucius headed to the bathroom.

“I for one, cannot wait for the Lucius/Potter reunion.” Ginny smirked. 

“Oh goodie.” Draco sighed. 

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“You know, at our wedding, I think we should stay away from the colour pink.” Draco grumbled, as Hermione fastened the pink rose corsage, to him.

“That’s sweet.” She smiled at him.

“What? That I’m thinking of our future wedding?” 

“No.” She patted his chest, “that you think I’m letting you anywhere near planning it.”

“Is this about Greg’s stag night?” Draco rolled his eyes, “I didn’t know she was a prostitute!” 

Hermione huffed.

Draco put his hands up, “I swear to you, Theo gave me her card, said he’d seen her work, I asked about her hourly charges and next thing I know, she’s tying Greg to the hotel bed.” 

“She was called Trixy.” Hermione shook her head, “Anyways before we even think about planning our wedding, you need to sort the mess about your other engagement.”

“You said you didn’t want to steal, Greg and Tracey’s thunder.” Draco tucked a curl, behind her ear.

“I know, but I’m getting so annoyed with it being everywhere, plus Matthew’s is breathing down my neck, he wants to announce our baby, and engagement, Rita’s stealing all our stories at the moment.” Hermione sighed. 

“I can do it, at the game on Sunday, you can wear one of my jerseys.” Dracos eye lit up at the thought.

“Talk to Theo, seeing as his gala idea went wrong.” 

“Fine.” Draco sighed, “today is going to be long.” 

It was Greg’s wedding day, Draco was a groomsman, they were currently staying in a hotel, with the rest of the wedding party.

“Your friend is getting married, he’s so excited.” Hermione slapped his arm, “how do you think I feel? I’ve got to spend all day in heels, carrying this around.” She rubbed her seven month baby bump. 

The adjoining room door opened, in walked Ginny and Blaise, in matching suits.

“I can’t believe he made you best man.” Hermoine looked at Ginny.

“Hey, best woman.” Ginny corrected, checking her reflection in the mirror.

“I can’t believe we’ve got adjoining room, it’s an invasion of privacy.” Draco stated.

Hermione bit her lip to stop from laughing, as the memory of last night flashed in her mind.

“To be fair, we could have walked in on something a lot worse, than the image of you in face mask, waxing your chest.” Blaise smirked.

“How many times? It helps me fly better, in my uniform..” Draco defended.

“And the strawberry shortcake face mask?” Ginny asked.

“I like to have nice skin.” Draco snapped.

Ginny and Blaise both laughed at him.

“He wears chapstick too!” Hermione added, causing them to laugh harder.

Draco glared at her, “before I met you, you were just using bar soap, bar soap!” 

“You’re not helping your case, mate.” Blaise patted him on the back. 

“So what, i don’t see you named ‘sexist quidditch star’ by teen witches weekly..” Draco shrugged.

“I’m fine with that, I can live my life knowing I’m not fawned up by fifteen year olds.” Blaise laughed.

A banging on the hotel door, caught their attention, Astoria barged in, holding a clipboard, her face was furious.

“You was supposed to meet Greg four minutes ago, you left him alone, with Nott, and now he’s a nervous wreck. You will not ruin this day for Tracey.“ She waved her finger between Blaise and Draco. Astoria turned her attention to Hermione, smiling, “gods you’re big now!”

Ginny flinched at her words. Hemrione’s emotions had been quite temperamental, as of late. 

“That’s because I’m pregnant.” Hemrione held her bump, tears in her eyes.

“I know, I was just..” Astoria looked between them for help. “Gilly in the wedding party too, I’ve learnt a charm to keep your heels comfortable, would you like me to..” Astoria gestured to her feet. 

“I’d like that very much.” Hermione nodded.

“Come on, I’ll take you to your seat.” Astoria grabbed Hermione’s arm. “You three, in with Greg. Now!” 

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Hermione took a seat, next to Lavender and Pansy. 

“I can’t believe he’s getting married.” Lavender said.

“I can’t believe he’s having a pink wedding.” Pansy smirked, as she took in the decor.

Pink roses, pink candles, pink chairs.

“You know I was having a little snoop around earlier. this hotel has a pool, and jacuzzi, and a spa!” Lavender gasped, “I’m definitely going there tomorrow.”

“I might join you.” Pansy grinned, “I’ll need it after today.”

Pansy looked, as a group of older wizards walked to find a seat. They sneered, as they walked passed them.

“Tracey’s family are still stuck in the old ways.” Pansy whispered, “we’re nothing, but dirt to them.” 

“Oh goodie.” Hermione rolled her eyes, feeling a scowl of an older witch. 

Hermione smiled, as she saw Greg, Draco, Blaise, Ginny and Theo, walk down the aisle.

A thought came in her head, next time she’d be at a wedding. It would be hers, and they’d have their baby. She gently stroked her bump, grinning as she saw Draco looking at her.

“I hear he’s marrying Yaxley’s granddaughter.” A whisper from a witch, came behind her.

“They’re going to be one attractive couple, Cissa has done good with that arrangement.” The witch next to her replied. “She said she’s planning an early spring wedding.”

“Ignore them.” Lavender shook her head.

Hermione smiled, keeping her eyes forward. Draco was whispering in Greg’s ear, whilst Ginny was laughing.

“It’s a shame his father isn’t going to be at wedding.” The witch behind Hermione said.

“I imagine he wants nothing to do with him, working at that ridiculous wizarding news show.” Hermione could hear the disgust in her voice. 

“I suggest you keep your mouths shut, and enjoy the wedding.” Pansy turned around in his chair, to snap at the two women.

“Who do you think you are..” one of the witches started to say.

“Want to find out?” Pansy raised her wand.

“Nope. Not today.” Lavender grabbed Pansys wrist.

Hermione looked back over at Draco, who looked concerned, after witnessing the little spat. Hermione shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head, as if she was telling him not to worry.

Music began to play, as everyone stood up. 

Hermione clasped her hands together, as Gilly was the first to walk down the aisle, wearing a fuchsia bridesmaid dress, not concealing her bump at all. She gave her a little wave as she walked past.

As Greg’s other sisters walked down the aisle, the two witches behind Hermione started gossiping. “It’s such a shame, unwed and pregnant, ruining her life.”
Hermione turned to glare at the two witches, who immediately stopped talking.

It was Tracey’s turn to walk down the aisle, Hermione watched Greg, he looked so in awe, so happy, as Tracey walked towards him. She laughed as Ginny playfully poked him.

A tear fell from Greg’s eye, as Tracey approached him.

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The wedding was beautiful, with promises of love and commitment, left sobs escaping out of Theo.

Hermione caught a tear escaping Pansys eye too, what she blamed on hay fever from the hundreds of pink roses, that covered the room.

The reception was well on its way, Hermione couldn’t believe how quickly the day was passing. She had been laughing, watching Draco attempt to dance, with an older relative of Greg’s. 

The charm Astoria had placed on her heels, had started to lift, Gilly had took a seat next to her.

“I can’t believe how quickly it’s gone.” Gilly grinned, tapping Hermione’s bump.

“I know, it’s madness.” Hermione smiled at her.

“I’m sorry I’ve not been writing much, I was allowed to complete my studies at home.” Gilly told her.

Hermione shook her head, “it’s honestly okay, Greg has been keeping us updated with you, he’s excited to become an uncle.” 

“He’s really switched, when I first told him, he was so upset with me, now he’s buying me baby clothes. Did I tell you, I’m having a boy!” Gilly grinned, sharing the news.

“No, congratulations!” Hermione gave her a hug, “we went for the scan, a few days ago, they put the gender in a envelope, we haven’t looked yet, Ginny wants to plan a combined baby shower, gender reveal. I don’t want the fuss.” 

“Tracey has hired Astoria to plan my baby shower, I don’t think I’m going to turn up, she’s scary.” Gilly laughed. “It’ll be tea and old frumpy witches, wanting gossip.”

“Have you thought about, what you’re wanting to do, after the baby comes?” Hermione asked, a worry that’s been playing in her head, how would she cope with work, and being a mum.

“I don’t know, McGonagall has offered to take me on, they’ll have twenty four hour childcare, with the elves, it’s just a lot to think about.” Gilly sighed, “oh has your milk come in yet? mine has!”

Hermione shook her head, “not yet, and I know what you mean, it’s a lot, I can’t even get through the day without crying anymore.  I don’t know how I’d be able to make life decisions, I can’t even decide what I want to eat.”

“Pickles.” Gilly laughed, “anything with pickles.” 

Hermione laughed, her cravings had gone from the sour and bitterness of lemons, to anything sweet. 

“I’m just craving chocolate, all the time.” Hermione told her. 

“See that’s a normal craving. I put pickles on my pancakes this morning..” Gilly told her, “I miss wine.”

“You’re 17.” Hermione frowned.

“I’m from pureblood culture, I was drinking wine from my baby bottle.” Gilly shrugged.

“I was reading a list of all the things we’re not allowed to do. As soon as this baby comes, I’m going to be bouncing on a trampoline, drinking wine from the bottle.” 

“I’ll be joining you.” Gilly smirked. 

Gilly heard her name being called, Gilly rolled her eyes, “Astoria is power hungry.” 

“She’s done a great job, planning this in such a short time.” 

Gilly rolled her eyes, “I guess I should go, bridesmaid duty awaits.” 

“Take care, good luck with the rest of your pregnancy.” Hermione helped her stand.

“You too!” 

As Hermione watched Gilly walk away, she felt two arms wrap around her.

“I missed you.” Draco whispered into her ear.

“Sure looked like it, dancing with Greg’s great aunt.” She smirked, sitting back down at their table. 

“You know it’s my dream to be someone’s boy toy.” He grinned, taking her hand.

“And to think I’ve been worried about Cinnamons taking you from me, i should have been worried about her grandmother.” She joked.

Blaise and Ginny, both came to join them at the table.

“What you two talking about?” Ginny asked.

“Just him, dancing with all the grans.” Hermione laughed.

“Really? remember at my mother’s birthday a few years ago, and my great uncle, wouldn’t let you leave the dance floor.” Ginny recalled.

“I’m thankful you’re in our lives.” Draco raised his glass of wine, in Ginny’s direction. Causing Hermione to chuckle.

“I thought my great uncle was done for, when she kissed his cheek, saying goodnight.” Ginny teased.

“Oh really?” Draco smirked.

“Remember when your mother, made you dance with that old woman, I can’t remember her name.” Blaise clicked his fingers, as Theo joined them. “I don’t remember her name, but i remember the first gala, after I becoming a quidditch player, she must of been in seventies, wouldn’t leave me alone, smelt just like Snapes storage closet.” 

“Mine was in her sixties, to say she was getting old, her hips could still move.” Theo chuckled.

Hermoine and Ginny shared a look, both biting their lips to stop from laughing.

“What you talking about Theo? You’ve danced with my Grandmother and she was older than…” Blaise stopped talking, eyes wide, before bursting out laughing. “No!”

“What?” Draco looked between them.

“I don’t believe Theo’s talking about the oldest woman he’s danced with..” Hermoine laughed.

Theo’s eyes went wide, “no, no I was talking about that.”

“Sixties? Theo!” Draco gasped.

Theo placed a hand over his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Fine, okay, if you must know Gertrude was very gentle and sweet, and she definitely needed her cane to walk the next day, if you know what I mean.” 

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It was time for the cake cutting, Greg was beaming with happiness, Ginny had warned him not to smash cake in his brides face, despite the encouragement from Theo.

Greg blushed deeply, when Tracey wiped icing over his cheek. 

“Look how in love they are.” A witch standing next to Hermione commented.

“They really are, he deserves this happiness.” Hermione turned to see, who made the comment. Frowning at the fact she couldn’t place her. “I’m Hermione, I worked with Greg.”

“Oh, I’m Tracey’s cousin, names not important, I just think it’s disgusting, I’ve seen you throwing yourself a Draco, it’s disgusting, he’s happily engaged and especially in your condition.” The witch shook her head at her. “I wasn’t impressed that no press were invited today, but now I’m thankful, poor Sins would have been humiliated, I suggest you stay away.” The witch looked her up and down.

Hermione took a deep breath, anger flooding her veins, sparks igniting at her fingertips. 

She’d only had one accidental magic flare up, in her pregnancy, when Lucius threw away her chocolate muffins, telling her it was pure chemicals, she accidentally torched one of his patchwork dressing gowns. 

“And it’s actually sad on your behalf, you think a fit quidditch player, would want a pregnant little mud…ahhhhhhhh!” The witch screamed out, her fascinator had gone up in flames. 

Hermoine looked concerned for the witch, as did the guests. Pansy had caught what had happened, she walked over to The Witch, “this is why kids shouldn’t be allowed at weddings, all the excitement, it’s bound to cause accidents.” She tutted, taking her outside.

Hermione folded her arms, the guests had gone back to enjoying the wedding, all silently agreeing with Pansys statement.

“Hey.” Draco was suddenly at her side, “I remember the muffin incident, what happened?”

“Don’t stand too close to me, I don’t want your fiancé to be humiliated.” She rolled her eyes, she started to walk away, but Draco pulled on her hand, she couldn’t walk off. “I’m sorry, I just I’ll never feel like I fit in.” 

Draco pulled her into a hug.

“They think I don’t deserve you.” She whispered, “I don’t, look at their faces, all I’ve heard is whispers of the Yaxley/Malfoy wedding.”

“You know..”

“I know what I said Draco.” Hermione sighed into his chest, “i know, okay. It doesn’t stop me feeling that I’ll never be who you need.”

“You’re exactly who I need, who I want. Take a lesson from Theo, and fuck the old women.” 

Hermione let out a laugh, as Draco held her tight.

“I mean it, you’ve changed my life, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me, you’ve got my father to start wearing clothes, not suitable ones, but at least he’s covered.” 

Hermione smiled, he knew what to say to make her feel better. 

“I’m done lying now.” Draco said, tilting her chin, up to him. He kissed her, in the middle of the guests.

Hermione smiled into the kiss. 

“Let them talk.” Draco looked around, as he pulled away. “I fucking love you, you’re too good for me, don’t forget that.” He glared at some of the older people, who were openly staring at them.

“I love you too.” She blushed, resting her head against his chest, she could feel the baby start to kick against her, grabbing Draco’s hand to feel too.

“I love you too.” He whispered looking down at Hermione’s stomach. “So fucking much.”

“Draco.” Hermione scowled him, for swearing at her bump.

“So….fluffin much?” Draco questioned, as Hermione nodded.

“Better.”

He was about to lean down and kiss her again, when he heard Astoria shouting his name.

Draco sighed out, “promise me, one thing, at our wedding, we don’t need her, she’s driving me insane.”

Hermoine laughed at him, “I promise.”

“I’m serious, I hid in the bathroom from her, for like half an hour earlier.” Draco admitted.

“Aww big strong quidditch player, scared of a five foot three woman. Poor baby.” Hermione placed a hand on his cheek.

“She may be small, but she can be viscous, you know why Theo made no remarks during the ceremony, she charmed his mouth closed!” Draco told her.

“What has she threatened you with?” Hermione asked, curiously.

Draco coughed, looking down at the floor, “to make my hair fall out.”

“Then you better do as she says, I won’t be seen with a bald fiancé.” Hermione joked.

“Didn’t have you as such a fickle person.” Draco acted fake hurt.

“Well, it’s true, I’m only with you because of your hair, and your ten step hair care routine.” She laughed, sticking her tongue out.

“It’s five, let’s not exaggerate.” Draco rolled his eyes. 

Astorias shouting, was getting louder.

“I’ve really got to go, I’ll meet you on the patio for the fireworks.” Draco kissed her cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too!” She called to him.

Hermione smiled as she walked past the glaring witches.

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Whispers of the Yaxley/Malfoy wedding, we’re starting again, this time they was talking how Narcissa had planned the whole thing, and how Draco wasn’t interested and how he was happily engaged to another witch, his pregnant witch, Hermione.

Looks of disgust, turned into looks of curiosity. 

“You’re welcome.” Theo whispered as he stood next to her, sipping his glass of champagne. 

“For?” Hermione frowned.

“The latest gossip, by this time tomorrow any story Rita comes out with, everyone will know is a lie.” Theo grinned. “Get ready for a whirlwind.” 

“It’ll be fine.” Hermione shook her head.

“Oh sweet dear, you’re about to become one of the most talked about WAGs..”

“Wag?” 

“Wives and girlfriends.. of quidditch stars.. come on get with it. You’re going to be responsible for the tears of every teenage Witch in this country.” Theo laughed. “I’ve gave the green light for WWN to break your pregnancy news.” 

Hermione sighed, she felt relief and a little panic.

“You managed to get Weasley to back off, Narcissa should be a breeze.” Theo laughed, “except this time no one will attempt to kidnap you.” 

“Ugh, no I’ll just be chained up in the Malfoy dungeons.” Hermione huffed.

“Kinky.” 

“Stop it.” Hermoine warned him, “I’ll get Astoria to charm your mouth shut again.”

“Please don’t” Theo rubbed his jaw.

“Behave then.” Hermoine laughed.

Hermione saw Draco walking over to her, she gave him a smile, as he made his way to the patio.

“You two are sick, it’s ridiculous, love ugh.” Theo gagged.

“You’re at a wedding.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Well you’d be disgusted too, I just saw your mate whispering sweet nothings in Pansys ear.” Theo screwed his face up.

“Who?”

“Lavender.” Theo nodded, as Hermione’s eyes went wide.

“I didn’t know she was..”

“I didn’t know Pansy preferred to sample the sweet nect…ow!” Theo rubbed the back of his head, where Hermione had slapped him. 

“At least they’re happy, I guess.” Hermoine looked at Pansy and Lavender, they did look quite close.

“So, I hear Potters back around.” Theo stated. 

“He is. He’s currently reclaimed his car, and his travelling around the UK, finding himself.” Hermoine told him.

“Alright for some.” Theo joked, “I’m going to go and hide, fireworks are starting and I’m not helping Astoria.” 

Draco made his way through the crowd, finally getting to Hermione. 

“No more groomsmen duties.” He grinned, “and my hair is still intact.”

“Oh thank all the gods for that.” She laughed, reaching for his hand. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, after the fireworks, shall we head back to the room?” Draco asked.

“I’ve got another idea.” She grinned.

“And do I get to hear this idea?” Draco questioned.

“Nope.”

A loud clapping caused them to turn their attention away from each other.

Greg and Tracey were standing infront of the crowd, Astoria not too far behind them.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming today. Draco, Blaise and Theo, you’re the best groomsmen a guy could ask for, Ginny, you are like my work wif…sister, my work sister, I know you don’t need anymore brothers or I don’t need anymore sisters, but I think of you as one. I can’t believe I got to marry my best friend today. Thank you all for coming and I hope you enjoy these fireworks!” Greg waved his wand, causing the show to start. 

Hermoine wrapped her arms around Dracos waist, resting her head on his chest, he had his arms around her shoulders.

The guests looked in awe, as colours lit up the night sky.

Hermoine smiled, as she saw Ginny and Blaise, she was holding his hand, as he was pointing to the colours in the sky.

Theo was sat talking to Greg’s sisters, his back to the fireworks.

Greg and Tracey were sneaking the odd kiss.

“Come with me.” Hermione reached for Dracos hand.

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Hermione lead Draco to the hotels pool and jacuzzi.

“I don’t think it’s open.” Draco commented, watching Hermione flick her wand, so the lights all came on.

“It’s not.” She started the jacuzzi.

“Then I don’t think we’re supposed to be in here.” He watched her, as she started to unfasten his wrap dress. 

“So you’re scared of five foot three women, and breaking the rules.” Hermione smirked, watching Dracos face as her dress dropped to the floor. 

“I’ve locked the door, no one is coming in.” Hermione told him, taking off her shoes, she made her way in to the jacuzzi. 

Sitting down the bubbles covered her, she smiled up at him, as she threw her underwear to the side. “You joining me?”

Draco nodded as he quickly pulled at his clothes. 

Chapter Text

As the water covered Hermione, dressed in only a white cotton dress, she felt calm, relaxed.

The moonlight reflected on the sea, the only sounds she could hear was the waves crashing, and Lucius chanting as he threw lavender strands in the water.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m actually really relaxed.” Hermione called out to him. Leaning back letting the sea waves rock her. 

“You won’t let me give you a milk bath, this is the next best thing.” Lucius rolled his burgundy trousers up to his knees, as he walked into the sea.

“Draco will be home soon.” Hermoine stood, the waters coming up to her chest.

“Well he’ll have to wonder where we are.” Lucius shrugged, “now lay back.”

Hermoine did as she was told, floating in the moonlight sea. 

“You need to focus all your energy on remaining calm, it’s your last couple of months of pregnancy, it’s going to be extremely difficult.” 

Hermione closed her eyes, “you say it’s like it’s easy, since it coming out, I’m having Dracos baby, and we’re getting married, it’s a shit storm.” 

Howlers, letters, looks, she had everything. She attended Dracos quidditch game, the day after the story of them broke, and it was mayhem, teenage girls crying at her, everyone wanted a photo of her bump, it was crazy.

“Language dear, you need to focus on your breathing.” Lucius had crouched down, filling a jar with sea water.

Hermione looked over at the man, it’s still blew her mind, he was once in her nightmares. The same man once caused fear, when he entered a room.

“I can sense you staring.” Lucius said, not looking up.

Hemrione moved closer to where he was. “Do you regret it?”

Lucius frowned, turning his head look at her. They never discussed anything about his former life.

“It’s a tricky answer.” He answered honestly. “I thought I was protecting my family, I thought I was honouring my parents, my father wasn’t a nice man, I don’t think that man ever hugged me, malfoy men don’t cry, malfoy men don’t show emotions, malfoy men are strong and protect our family values.”

Hermione watched him, as he stood up, taking the jar of water to the sand. 

“I wanted Draco to be great, to be powerful, i wanted my father to see I raised a strong man. When Draco was five, my father visited, Draco had fallen down the stairs, it was obvious he had broken his leg. I ran to him.” Lucius recalled, “Draco was crying, my father looked at him disgusted, ‘don’t comfort him’ he told me.” 

Hermione walked out the sea, and over to Lucius. 

“I felt awful, Draco wouldn’t look at me for weeks, what father leaves a five year old with a broken leg, I just wanted my father to be proud of me, I believed every word he said, that we was a superior family, that our blood was pure, when I became a death eater, when I willingly took the mark, I did it to make him proud, it was the only time my father smiled at me.” Lucius screwed a lid on the jar of sea water. “I became evil, I lost myself, my world was dark and I was becoming my father.”

Hemrione listen to him, not wanting to interrupt. 

“I remember Dracos screams when he took the mark, it was the first night after I came out of Azkaban. Severus brought Draco back to the manor. My heart dropped, when I found out Voldemort had sent my son on a suicide mission, pleased with his progress, he marked him. I never wanted him to be branded like me.” Lucius looked at the faint dark mark on his arm. “When Draco showed me his arm, I saw myself, that little boy that just wanted his father’s approval. I felt sick, I felt like i failed my son. When it came time for sentencing, it felt like a second chance, for myself and Draco, I could disappear, he’d never have to see me again. He could live his life how he wanted.”

Hermione placed a towel on the sand, sitting on it, gesturing for Lucius to sit next to her.

“I had a brother, I don’t talk about him, I was forbidden too, he was younger than me, he didn’t believe any of the lies that my father would tell us, when he was at school, he met a girl, ran off with her. I wish..I regret not standing up for myself. I regret every time Draco would wonder if I loved him, I regret turning into my father. For the first time in my life, I feel free, I’m finally having a relationship with my son.”

Hermione rested her head on his shoulder. 

“I regret that night at the ministry, and I regret that night at the manor.” Lucius admitted. “You was Dracos age, you didn’t deserve…”

Hermione squeezed his hand, “I’m proud of you.”

Lucius turned to face her, his eyes wide. “What?”

“The man you are now, you’re exactly the father figure Draco needs in his life.” Hermione smiled, rubbing his back. 

“I don’t miss it.” He stated, “the money, the manor, the dark.” 

“I figured.” Hermione smiled. “Thank you for opening up to me.”

Lucius nodded, “it’s surprisingly easy to talk to you.” 

“Thanks.” 

“I guess we should head back, Draco will be tearing the place apart with worry.” Lucius stood, offering his hand to Hermione.

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As they entered the apartment, Draco was sat, on the sofa, with his back to them, he was resting something on his face.

“Hey.” Hermione called to him.

He turned around, he had a nasty bruise on his cheek.

“What happened?” Hermione rushed over to him, she sat in his lap, taking the bag of ice from his hand.

“Why are you wet?” Draco questioned.

“I was in the sea.” Hermione shook her head, as she tried to find her wand. “Ah!” She pulled it out her bag, quickly healing his face.

Lucius stood watching the pair. “What happened son?”

“It wasn’t bad.” Draco shook his head.

Hermione and Lucius both frowned at him.

“I don’t like that you two are spending time together, you’re starting to give me the same looks.” Draco looked between them.

“What happened?” Lucius asked again.

“Fine, but don’t react.” Draco warned, looking at Hermione. “Sinnamon gave her notice today, said she was too upset, I was obviously fine with that, we played the Cannons tonight, we won, went to the bar for a team drink, Sinnamons brother showed up. Apparently I’ve lead her on for years..” he gestured to his face, “and I needed to pay for it.”

“I’m trying to recall her brother..” Lucius closed his eyes..”Thyme..t..ta..”

“Tarragon.” 

“That’s it, he was just a kid last time I saw him.” Lucius said.

“Well, now he’s pissed, because my mother is spinning her web of lies.” Draco placed an arm around Hermione, who was still dripping water on him, on his lap. “My mother is still adamant a wedding will happen.”

“I’m sorry.” Hermione cupped his cheek, the bruise had slowly disappeared. “I wish I could make it better.”

“It’s fine.” He kissed her cheek.

“It’s not fine.” Lucius placed his hands on his hips, “I think it’s time.”

“Time?” Draco asked him.

“Time I visit your mother.” 

Hermione and Draco looked at each other, as Lucius headed to his room.

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“I’m not sure about this.” Hermione paced back and forth, as she rubbed her bump.

Lucius was sat at the breakfast bar, Ginny was making herself a coffee. She stopped by every morning, to accompany Hermione to work. 

“Come on, it’s a chance to rub in everyone’s faces, just how happy you are.” Ginny told her.

“Or Draco and I, could just read what’s in the envelope, together.” Hermione shrugged, as Draco walked in.

“Draco and I could what?” He questioned, giving Hermione a kiss on the cheek.

“She’s wanting to plan a baby shower, slash, gender reveal, slash, engagement party.” She nodded at Ginny.

“I think it could be marvellous.” Lucius stated.

“See, even he agrees with me!” Ginny pointed at Lucius, grinning.

Hermione huffed, placing her hands on her hips, “we could just have a nice dinner, where Draco and I open the envelope, and tell you what we’re having.” 

“How boring.” Ginny rolled her eyes, catching the envelope stuck to the fridge.
She smirked as she walked over.

“What are you doing?” Hermione watched her.

Ginny grinned, as she opened the envelope, gasped and then squealed.

Hermione looked at Draco, wide eyed.

“That’s not fair. Do you know how much restraint, I’ve had to have to not do that?” Lucius stood, walking over to Ginny, she showed him the content of the envelope.

“Oh my.” Lucius clasped his hands together. 

“Looks like we’ve got to plan something now.” Ginny teased.

“I can’t believe you both know!” Hermione cried.

Draco wrapped his arm around her, bracing himself, “you said you didn’t want to know, only recently you said you did.” 

Hermione pulled out of his grasp, and glared at him, “whose side are you on?”

“Yours obviously, but I also kinda want a big party.” Draco admitted.

“Yes, thank you!” Ginny shouted, giving Draco a thumbs up.

Hermione looked between the three of them, realising she’d lost any argument, “fine, but nothing to over the top.”

“When am I ever over the top?” Ginny asked. 

“That’s what worries me.” Hermione rolled her eyes. 

“Come on, my pregnant little poppet.” Ginny walked over to her, “we’ve got to get to work, Pansy’s taking over the office, and she’s threw out Greg’s snack drawer.” 

“She better not of touched mine.” Hermione stated.

“I think she’d be too scared.” Ginny laughed.

Hermione walked over to Draco, she kissed him, then whispered, “make sure he’s okay, today.” 

“It’ll be fine, we’ve got Theo and Blaise as back up, Greg said to send for him if it got out of hand.” Draco told her.

“Good luck Lucius!” Hermione waved to him.

“Thank you, dear.” He called back.

“Go to work, all will be fine.” Draco reassured her, kissing her again.

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“I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my life.” Lucius complained, pulling at the shirt Draco had forced him in.

“If you’re serious about this, you can’t go in there all….you.” Draco looked him up and down.

Draco had forced him in black trousers and a white shirt, Lucius obviously wasn’t impressed. 

“You need to brush your hair too.” Draco reminded his father.

“I’m putting it in a braid.” Lucius rolled his eyes. 

“Well, do it quickly, we’re meeting Blaise and Theo.” Draco started to panic, the idea of his father returning to the manor, it would either smooth everything out, or royally fuck everything up. 

The last few hours were a blur, shoving his father, into Theo’s Range Rover, as they made the hour long journey, to Wiltshire. 

“I forgot how dark this place feels.” Lucius shivered, as they walked up the manor driveway.

“I’ve always hated it.” Theo admitted, “the exterior.”

“I dread to think how your mother has redecorated the place, she wasn’t keen on the Malfoy heirlooms.” Lucius said, still itching at his clothes. 

“Well, when we were at the quidditch gala, the place still looks pretentious and gaud.” Blaise screwed his nose up.

“Your mother lives in castle, in Italy and you have the nerve to call this gaud.” Draco frowned, at Blaise. 

The four stood at the entrance, all looking at each other, for who was going to knock.

“It’s technically your home.” Theo told Draco.

“He wanted to see my mother.” Draco tilted his head towards Lucius.

“I’m one of your elders.” Lucius raised his eyebrows.

Blaise sighed out, “you’re all children.” He knocked loudly at the door. 

A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, as it swung open.

“You’re back, you’re back.” A little elf danced around Draco, pulling at his trousers, “mistress said you’d return and you have!” 

Draco looked down at the elf and smiled, “hello Pippa.” 

“Master Draco, remembers me.” The elf fell to her knees. 

“Great, he’s also got elves falling to their knees for him.” Blaise sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Pippa, is your mistress available?” Lucius asked, in a voice Draco hadn’t heard in a while. He sounded confident, strong, scary.

The little elf’s eyes went wide, “oh sir, I didn’t see you.”

“Pippa, it’s fine, he’s with me. I was wondering if we could talk to my mother.” Draco spoke to the elf.

“Master Draco, of course, she’s with Mistress Sins, in the sun room.” Pippa nodded, indicating the men to follow her.

“Mistress Sins?” Theo whispered, hiding his grin, “this is going to be good.” 

Draco felt a sense of dread, as he walked through the hallways of his old home. He looked over at his father, his face was showing no emotion, something he hadn’t done in a while.

“Mistress, you have guests.” Pippa called, as they entered the sun room.

Narcissa and Sinnamon were standing by the window, looking out in the gardens.

Draco held his breath, as his mother turned around to face them.

“Draco!” His mother gasped, causing Sinnamon to turn around, she quickly tucked her hair behind her ears.

“I knew you’d return to me.” Narcissa smugly grinned, “both of you.” She looked over at Lucius. 

“We need to talk.” Lucius spoke , to his ex wife, “privately.” He gave a glance over to Sinnamon.

“This woman will be the next Lady Malfoy, contracts have been drawn, a wedding is being prepped and planned, whatever you need to say, you will say now.” Narcissa smiled.

“Mother, I’ve told…” 

Narcissa held her hands up, “ah, it’s bound by blood, pure blood, I’ve had enough of your behaviour lately, what happened to my respectable son?”

“Respectable?” Theo questioned, “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Draco has never been respectable.” 

Draco turned to his friend, and scowled. Theo bit his lip to stop from laughing.

“This ends today, Narcissa.” Lucius warned her.

Narcissa scoffed, “you left our family, you left this world, I’m trying to make things right again, make a world where my son is protected.” 

“Times have changed, we no longer have to worry about security and power.” Lucius stated, “the only thing I care about, is my son’s happiness.”

“If your father could see you now, playing make believe magic, with muggles.” Narcissa spat. 

“Your words won’t hurt me, I know you’re hurting, I’ve known you a long time, Narcissa, we was forced together, your parents wouldn’t rest until I put a ring on your finger, and look at our life. Do you really wish for that to be our sons?”

Theo and Blaise looked at each other, “I thought they were a love match.”

“You hated me.” Lucius reminded Narcissa, “we never even shared a bed, we did what we had to do, to produce an heir, and then that was it, you resented me.” 

Narcissa closed her eyes, “I’m just doing what’s expected of me, Sinnamon is aware of the consequences of a marriage, but unlike me, she actually adores our son.” 

“Our son, is happily engaged, he’s due to be a father soon, you’re ruining that, stop this.” Lucius walked over to Narcissa.

“Even if I wanted to, I made a blood contract.” Narcissa sighed, Sinnamon next to her, looked scared.

“How did you get my blood?” Draco questioned.

“Having Sins, work for you, gave us full access to what we needed, your medical from pre quidditch season.” Narcissa shrugged.

“Break it, you know you can.” Lucius told her, “you just don’t want to.”

Narcissa looked at her son.

“Please..” Draco whispered. 

“I just want it, to go back to how it was. Too much has changed.”Narcissa looked between her ex husband and son, “Sinnamon here, will be a wonderful addition to our family. She’s willing to forget all this mess, with that…that..girl, you can start afresh, I’ve even managed to smooth it all out with her family, they weren’t impressed with your little media stunt.” 

“Her brother wasn’t impressed.” Draco told her, “gave me a black eye.”

Sinnamon gasped out, “he’s very protective of me.”

“This is what you need, dear, a family that looks out for each other, isn’t that what you want? A family?” Narcissa reached for her son’s hand.

“Hermione is my family.” He pulled out of Narcissa’s grip. “These are my family.” He gestured to Theo, Blaise and his father. 

Lucius’s eyes went wide, at his son’s outburst.

“Aww.” Theo whispered, a bit too loud. 

“You aren’t following the plan.” Narcissa sighed, “neither of you.” She looked between her son and ex husband. “The Malfoy name means nothing now, we’re not envied, we’re not feared, we’re not desired. You left me, you left me to pick up the pieces of your mistakes.” Narcissa aimed her anger at Lucius.

Lucius held his hands up, “I gave you the opportunity to start over, without me.”

“No, you fled, you abandoned your family, in a time where we needed you. We was hated, after the trial, I was spat at in the street, my luncheon group refused to include me, I was exiled from the wealthy scene, the work I had to do, to claw my way up.” Narcissa looked between the men, “I knew Andromeda would get in touch with you, and you was in your teenage rebellion stage, where you’d go and live with her, and be encouraged to follow your dreams.”

Draco scowled at his mother.

“Who gave you the Quidditch Player dream? Me! I spent years telling you, you could be a professional.” His mother shouted, “so when you started to playing the minor leagues, building your way up to the championships, I was let back in society, our name was once again recognised, I needed to push you in the right direction, enter Sinnamon.” Narcissa nodded at the girl, “she was a couple of years below you, growing up, always harboured a little crush on you, we met at her grandmother’s afternoon tea, I was hoping it would happen naturally, i suggested her to be your assistant, you’d fall for each other and that would be it, but no, you treated her like a co worker, Sinnamon watched on as you continued to ignore her.”

Draco stared at his mother, anger flaring up, anger for his mother’s involvement, anger for Sinnamon who was just a pawn in her game. 

“I promised this girl, you’d be together, that you just needed to work on your career, as you made the World Cup, I knew it was time I got involved, imagine the publicity, our name would be spread around the world, you’d bask in the glory, with a respectable woman on your arm. You had to ruin it all, getting that..that…that..girl pregnant, when Sinnamon told me, I was livid, shocked you was sullying yourself with people less than you. I had to make a new plan.” Narcissa was crumbling, her strong domineer was breaking down.

“What did you do?” Lucius questioned, his own anger coming through.

“I got Rita Skeeter involved, she’d print what I told her to, she reported stories I told her, what better source than me! Again, another thing you ruined, going public, with that fact you fathered a bastard.” 

Draco went to take a step forward, held back by both Blaise and Theo.

“As head of the estate, I will not accept this child to be a Malfoy, it will not be recognised. You have two choices, forget this child, that girl, and follow through with the engagement..”

“Not, fucking likely.” Draco scowled. 

“Or I’ll ruin you, your career gone, your money gone, you’ll be raising that child in a shack with your father in his hippy love community.” Narcissa grinned.

“Fine, do your worst.” Draco answered, not even thinking about the answer.

“You’re not head of the estate.” Lucius stated, frowning at his ex wife.

“I am.”

“No, when I left, I left everything to Draco. Everything.” 

“He was under 18, when you left, I was his guardian, i took control of it.” Narcissa put her hands on her hips.

“Technically…” Theo started to say, causing everyone to turn to him. “When working with him, his forms have Andromeda as his guardian, you…you aren’t able to own a wand, you can’t be his guardian.” Theo looked at the floor. Blaise patted his shoulder, as Draco turned to face his mother.

“Ha!” Lucius exclaimed.

“You’re meaning to tell me, my sister…my sister is.. no… no.” Narcissa gasped, holding onto to a chair that was near by.

“Mrs Malfoy, it’s okay.” Sinnamon rushed to her, she had been quiet taking in the scene, she held onto her arm.

“Get off me girl.” Narcissa snapped, shrugging her hand off her.

“Every contact, every deal, every investment you’ve made, is void.” Lucius chucked. 

“How could you?” Narcissa looked at Lucius, “I’m your wife, you were supposed to protect me.”

“I chose to put my son first, I didn’t want him to grow up like me, to be constantly seeking the approval and affection of a man who couldn’t care less.” Lucius snapped.

“Great job you did there, you branded our boy, with a mark that will never be forgotten.” Narcissa shouted, “I was the one he cried to, the one who would heal him, the one who helped him through the night, where did that leave me? Left alone no son, no husband.” 

Draco sighed, “I’m sorry I left you, when you needed me.”

“No, you were a boy, you will make no apologies.” Lucius held his hand up, “you had to put yourself first, and if your mother truly cared, she’d support whatever you decided, not what would make her life easier.”

“Mother.” Draco looked at Narcissa. “I’m in love, the first time in my life, I’m going to be a dad, and I wanted you involved, I wanted you to be a part of this, to be excited at the idea of being a grandparent, I wanted you to be more like…him.” Draco looked over at his father, and smiled.

Narcissa frowned, at both her son, and ex husband. “I’ll never be involved, this isn’t what I wanted for you.” 

“Well unfortunately, you no longer have any say in my life, you’ll scrap this engagement, and your little schemes..” Draco told his mother. “Or, as now acting head of the Malfoy family, I’ll be forced to remove you from the manor..”

“And the vaults!” Lucius added.

“No!” Narcissa gasped, “no you wouldn’t dare.”

“Not a fan of threatening behaviour, when it’s not in your favour?” Lucius grinned as he asked. “Come on boys, I think we’ve earned our selfs one of those organic smoothies, I’ve seen advertised.”

“Beer, just say beer.” Blaise sighed, as he followed Theo and Lucius out.

Narcissa looked at her son.

“I wanted you to be happy for me, i wanted my child to have their grandmother, i wanted you at my wedding..to Hermione.” Draco shook his head, “if you can’t support my happiness, then this is it..” 

Draco looked over at Sinnamon, she was sat in the chair, in front of Narcissa, her legs shaking, as she looked at him. “I’m sorry you got dragged into all of this..”

“If Hermione wasn’t in the picture…would we…”

Draco shook his head, “I can’t answer that, I can’t imagine a life where she isn’t in it.” 

“Draco, your father is scaring the elves, hurry the hell up!” Blaise shouted.

Draco looked at his mother, he was hurt she wasn’t saying anything. 

He walked out the sun room, not bothering to look back.

———————————————————————

Hermione was sat with her feet on the coffee table, a tub of ice cream resting on her belly, she was dipping crisps into the ice cream, as she watched Ginny and Pansy present the night time news.

Draco and Lucius both walked into the apartment.

“Hey.” Hermione stood up. Putting her snack down. “How did it go?”

Her heart sank, as she saw Dracos face.

“Baby?”

Draco shook his head, as he shrugged off his jacket.

“Not good.” Lucius whispered to her.

“Baby!” Hermione called to him.

Draco walked over to her, she pulled him into a hug.

“Some part of me, thought she cared about me, some part thought she would want to be involved. I’ll never be enough for her.”

Hermione kissed his cheek, on her tip toes. “You’re enough, I’m so proud of you.” 

“Well, at least the marriage she was trying to arrange is over.” Lucius unbuttoned the white shirt he was wearing. 

“On a technicality, as well.” Draco added, “I wouldn’t have ever married her, you know that, right?”

“I know.” Hermione smiled, “if you’d of married her, you’d have Ginny, Greg, Lavender and possibly Pansy after you.” 

“I could take them.” He joked.

“I doubt it, Ginny knows some right nasty charms.” Hermione laughed, sitting back down on the sofa, pulling Draco with her.

“Why aren’t you at work?” Lucius asked, looking at the TV.

“Matthew’s sent me home.” Hermione shrugged, “okay, maybe it was my fault, but Dean asked me to move, I thought he was calling me massive, so I kinda screamed at him..”

“Oh dear.” Lucius laughed, “you need rest anyways.” 

“You tell me all the time.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Well, you don’t listen.” Lucius sighed, “I need to get out of these clothes, I’ll leave them on your bed.” 

“Did you wear underwear?” Draco questioned.

“Of course not.” Lucius frowned.

“Then burn them.” Draco wrapped his arm around Hermione, pulling her to rest on his chest.

———————————————————————

The apartment was decorated in pink and blue. 

Andromeda was in the kitchen, preparing food. Teddy was sneaking cupcakes. Ginny was directing Theo and Blaise on wear to hang the balloons. 

Lucius walked out, in a baggy t shirt with two thumbs pointing towards him, it read ‘this is what an awesome grandpa looks like.’

Ginny, Blaise and Theo, all burst out laughing, as he passed them.

Hermione’s parents had arrived, they were attempting to make conversation, with Andromeda. 

“Come on out.” Draco knocked on the closed bedroom door.

“No.” Hermione’s voice called back.

“People are turning up, wanting to know where you are, your mother is impressed with the cleanliness of the apartment.” Draco laughed.

“Yeah, because she knows it’s Lucius that does all the cleaning.” Hermione sighed.

“Right. I’m coming in.” Draco unlocked the door, he tried his best to hide the laugh, at the scene in front of him.

Hermione was lying on the bed, her bump giving her trouble, to sit back up again.

“Come here beautiful.” Draco helped her sit up. 

“I’m so over being pregnant.” Hermione sighed. 

“I’m not. I like you like this.” 

“What, vulnerable?” Hermione frowned, as he helped her stand up.

“No, adorable.” He kissed her nose.

“Technically, you’ve only really known me pregnant, what If when I have this baby, I’m not what you thought..” Hermione said, Draco could tell this had been a worry of hers.

“You wasn’t pregnant, the night we reconnected.” He teased, “there is nothing that would stop me, being with you.” 

Hermione sniffled, a tear fell from her eye. 

“No crying, we’ve got a party to go to.” Draco grinned, “wait until you see my father’s shirt.”

Hermione sighed, taking hold of Dracos hand, they walked into the living area.

Hermione’s eyes went wide when she saw Harry, sitting on their sofa, drinking a beer. 

“Harry!” She gasped, dropping Dracos hand, she walked over to him.

“My goodness, Mione, look at you.” His eyes trailed to her bump.

“Good gods man, you do have a death wish.” Theo mumbled as he walked past them.

Hermione scowled at Theo, as he quickly made his way, out of her sight.

“When did you get back?” She asked.

“A couple of days ago, I’ve spent the last few weeks, just travelling around the UK, I needed to just clear my mind, I spent so long undercover, I lost myself. I always thought when I’d come home, everything would be the same..” Harry gave a quick glance behind Hermione, to see Ginny and Blaise laughing together, at Theo, who was sucking helium out of balloons. 

“They’ve been fighting their feelings for a while.” Hermione knew who he was looking at.

“I guessed that, they’re good together.” Harry smiled.

“Well, I’m glad you cut your hair.” Hermione laughed.

“First thing I did.” Harry took a drink of his beer. “When were you going to mention the elephant in the room?”

Hermione frowned at his comment, “if you’re making fun of me..”

“No, grandpa Lucius!” Harry laughed, “what even is that about?”

Hermione laughed, “it’s a long story, he’s good, he’s changed, I somehow trust him.”

“Fuck me, Mione.” Harry laughed, “this new normal is insane.” 

“It might be, but I’ve never been happier.” Hermione smiled, she saw Draco who was having a conversation with her parents.

“Is he good for you?” Harry asked.

“He is.” 

“Then i trust him.”

“Have you heard from Ron?” Hermione asked.

Harry nodded, “yeah, he asks of you, he’s getting help with his gambling, and he’s in anger management, took a leave from the aurors too!”

“He needed it.” Hermione nodded.

Teddy was running around the apartment, having what looked like a sugar high. 

Pansy and Lavender had arrived, both looking overdressed for a baby shower. 

Draco found himself, following Hermione around, holding her hand, rubbing her feet when she sat down, just making sure she was comfortable.

Hermione leaned into Draco, as they were listening to Lucius explain his crystal healing to Hermione’s parents. 

Hermione looked at the cake on the table, she laughed when she saw Teddys finger prints in the frosting. 

“Draco.” She nudged him. Her eyes went wide, when she caught a glimpse of what was under the frosting. A colour, the cake was obviously charmed.

“Huh?” Draco looked at her, “I’m so glad you interrupted, I was believing some of this shit, my father was explaining.”

Hermione pointed at the cake, teddy’s finger print.

“Is that?” His eyes wide, as he sat forward.

“Yes!” 

“Hermione.” He whispered, his eyes full of tears.

“Are you two okay?” Hermione’s dad asked, causing the attention of all the guests, to fall on them.

Hermione nodded, as Draco took her hand.

“We’re having a girl!” 

Chapter Text

Hermione sat on the bench, outside the hospital, with less than a month left of the pregnancy, she had decided to book a labour class. 

Draco was running late, he was currently in Ireland, he had a quidditch match later on, and an intense training camp. He said he’d try to make it in time.

The class was starting in five minutes, she assumed he wasn’t coming. 

“Hermione!” 

She stopped, turning around.

“Wait!”

Theo and Lucius were both running towards her.

“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked.

“Problems with port key.” Theo gasped, catching his breath, “your phone…off.” Theo held his sides, “ran, to…”

“He stopped by the apartment first, I was in, we came to find you.” Lucius told her.

“Were your birthing partners today.” Theo grinned.

“Lucky me.” She sighed, as the two men lead her into the hospital.

It was a muggle birthing class, Hermione had warned Theo, as they walked into the room, Hermione guided them to a free spot.

Everyone was standing in a large circle, in front of brightly coloured floor mats. 

Theo looked visibly uncomfortable, whilst Lucius was looking around. Hermione was silently seething that Draco wasn’t there. 

“Hello everyone.” A middle aged woman walked in, she was wearing a long flowing skirt, with a matching cardigan. Lucius had her full attention, “my name is Polly, and I’m going to be taking your class today. Mums to be, would you mind sitting on the mat.” She gestured in front of her. “Fathers kneel behind.”

Hermione shook her head, “if I get down there, I’ll never get back up, plus I’ve got such bad indigestion.” Hermione took a seat, on one of the chairs behind the mats.

Lucius gestured for Theo to take a seat on the mat. 

“You’re having a laugh.” Theo scowled at Lucius, “no way.”

“Come on, play the part, it’ll be fun.” Lucius smiled.

“I’ll charm your hair off, old man.” Theo snapped.

“Just get on the floor, Theo.” Hermione snapped. Rubbing her baby bump. 

Theo sighed in defeat, “Draco told me, that I’m not allowed to upset you, but this, this is new low.” He flopped on the floor, as Lucius kneeled behind him.

Polly was letting the couples introduce themselves, Hermione was feeling upset, that Draco wasn’t here, she knew logically that it wasn’t his fault, but still to be in a room full of couples, stung a little bit.

“Now what do we have here?” Polly smiled, as she approached Theo and Lucius.

“Oh. Well, she’s got indigestion, if she gets down, it won’t be a pretty sight.” Theo answered, as Lucius slapped the back of his head. 

“Hey, I thought you were all about love and harmony.” Theo rubbed his head.

“She’s growing a baby, leave her alone.” Lucius told him.

Polly chuckled, “it’s actually nice you both are here, we get a surprising amount of surrogates, especially for couples like yourselves, it’s nice you’re involved in the whole process.” 

“Wait..” Theo tried to correct her.

Polly ignored him, focusing her attention on Hermione, “If you need anything, just feel free to help yourself, I know the last few weeks can be uncomfortable.”

Hermione nodded at her, before Polly moved on to the next couple.

“I don’t believe this.” Theo whispered, “why didn’t you correct her?” 

Hermione shrugged as she focused her attention on the class. 

“We’re going to practice our breathing.” Polly announced, “that’s the main thing, when labour is happening, focus on your breathing, try not to panic.” 

Hermione took notes, as she listened to the instructor.

“Dads, when mum is  in labour, it’s good to be supportive, massaging shoulders and necks give a way of reassurance. If you would..” Polly indicated the dads to start massaging their partners shoulders.

Theo let out a laugh, “c’mon my sugar, get rubbing. I’m not feeling very supported.”

Hermione smiled, as she watched Lucius attempt to rub Theo’s shoulders.

“Now, mums I want you to imagine the pressure on your cervix..” Polly said to the class, causing Theo’s eyes to go wide. “One position I find good, for an easy birth, is on all fours.”

“So the same way, a lot you got in your current states.” Theo joked, sticking his tongue out to the couple next to them, who looked horrified at his comment. “Woah, tough crowd.” 

Hermione hid her mouth, with her hand, to stop from laughing. 

“Mums, if you would.” Polly encouraged the mums to get in the birthing position.

“You can fuck right off.” Theo shook his head.

“Come on mummy, play along.” Lucius gestured for Theo to get on his knees. “I’m learning loads.”

“If you wanted me, on my knees, all you had to do was say, Daddy.” Theo scowled at Lucius.

“Imagine your vagina dilating…” Polly started to say.

“Nah, fuck this.” Theo jumped up, “nope.”

“Theo.” Lucius snapped.

“It’s okay.” Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder, “we should get going.” 

“Are you sure, I know how much you wanted to do this class.” Lucius looked at her with worry.

“It’s fine, I wanted Draco to be here, but it’s okay, it’s okay, honestly.” Hermione smiled at him.

“So we can leave?” Theo looked between them.

“Yes.” Hermione nodded, standing up. 

“Thank fuck for that, pub?” Theo asked.

“Pub.” Hermione smiled.

———————————————————————

Hermione sat in the booth, of a pub, close to Dracos apartment. Theo and Lucius were ordering at the bar. 

Hermione checked her phone, no new messages from Draco. She knew he was busy, she knew they had an important game coming up, and Oliver Wood was training them hard.

“Be honest, was it a port key issues?” Hermione asked Theo, as he sat across from her, sliding her over a soft drink.

“I promise you, he tried to make it, he even went down to the Irish ministry, Floo travel was even down.” Theo held his hands up, “he was lucky I had to stay at the office this trip.” 

“Okay.” Hermione nodded, feeling a little comfort at the trouble he went to, to try and make it. 

“My son, adores you.” Lucius told her, “he’s probably seething he couldn’t make it.”

“I’m just feeling a bit..eh.” Hermione sighed.

“I know, I can’t imagine how you’re feeling.” Theo tried to comfort her, by reaching across the table and holding her hand.

“I’m just worried, he doesn’t think I’m pulling my weight, I’ve barely been to any of his games.” Hermione sniffled.

“You’re pregnant, Quidditch is a long game.” Theo stated, “plus he has Teddy and Andromeda.”

“They go to every game?” Hermione asked.

“They do.” Theo grinned. 

“When the baby comes…” 

“Stop!” Lucius held his hand up, “you don’t need to worry about anything, he knows you care.”

“I just feel like I should do more, for him. You know?” Hermione took a sip of her drink.

“I think you do more, without realising.” Lucius smiled.

“We’ve never seen him like this.. ever.” Theo told her, “before you, he struggled to find meaning in his life, you’ve gave him hope Hermione, you’ve gave him love.”

“You gave me the one thing, I never imagined, a close relationship with my boy.” Lucius smiled, reaching for her other hand.

“Well, you kinda just showed up, and haven’t left yet.” Hermione joked. 

“I don’t intend on leaving anytime soon.” Lucius grinned. “I’m enjoying living near a beach.”

“I bet you are.” Theo winked, “I’ve stayed in your room, I know the view from your window, the morning surfers.” 

“I was talking about the healing benefits.” Lucius shook his head.

“Sure you was, your secret is safe with me.” Theo winked, “I can’t believe you’ve took that apartment, and turned it into a home, the stories I could tell you about that place.” 

“I’d rather not hear them.” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“No, my stories, Draco used to give me access to his place, whilst he stayed with Andromeda.” Theo grinned, “had my first threesome there.” 

“I’ve just said, I’d rather not know.” Hermione snapped.

“I miss Jupiter and Strawberry.” Lucius sighed, into his mojito.

“Oh that’s right, I haven’t teased Draco about his step mums in a while.” Theo clicked his fingers at Lucius, “what’s it like being in an open kinda relationship.”

“It’s good, actually, there’s nothing holding me down, we still all love each other.”

“Ron wanted us to have an open relationship.” Hermione stated, “I personally couldn’t, I’m filled with rage the second another witch looks at Draco.” 

Theo laughed at her, “we know.”

“It’s sweet really.” Lucius smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes, at the two laughing men. Suddenly a pain throbbed in her lower stomach, Hermione winced, grabbing her stomach.

“It’s baby time, it’s baby time.” Theo jumped up. “Ahh, knickers off Granger, I’ll deliver this baby.” He started to roll up his sleeves.

“Calm down, I’m not in labour.” Hermione said through gritted teeth.

Lucius had switched sides, so he was sat next to her, in the booth. He was rubbing her back, trying to calm her.

“You’re in pain.” Theo stated.

“Apparently it’s normal, towards the end.” Hermione shrugged, feeling the last of the pain, she could finally breathe again. “That’s better.”

“Draco should really be here for this.” Lucius told Hermione, “his magical signature would recognise the pain and it should calm you. I no longer have one, so I can’t even mildly attempt it.” 

Hermione shook her head, “he has a game tonight, and then Oliver is benching him, so he can make the birth.” Hermione rubbed her stomach. 

“When Oliver went public with that decision, there was many teenage girl tears.” Theo smirked.

Hermione squinted at Theo, as she felt a little wave of pain. “As lovely as this catch up, has been, I must head to work, it’s my last time helping with the news.”

“Do you need assistance?” Theo asked, Hermione shook her head.

“I won’t be there, when you come home tonight, I have a date, with that Polly.” Lucius grinned.

“You sly fox.” Theo teased.

“You’ve just said you miss your…” Hermione winced again, as another pain felt in her stomach.

Lucius shook his head, “it’s different, but are you sure you’ll be okay, I can always cancel?”

Hermione shook her head, “I’m sure it’ll be nice to have the flat to myself.”

———————————————————————

Draco had messaged Hermione, on her way into the office, apologising for missing the birthing class, and apologising for sending Theo. He promised he’d be home tomorrow.

Hermione felt some relief that she’d heard from him, she’d never been clingy like this before, she put it down to the pregnancy, and the baby craving his presence. 

As Hermione walked into the office, banners and balloons went up. They were throwing her a leaving party. A temporary leaving party.

“Hey!” Greg ran over to her, sensing her emotions. 

Hermione hugged him.

“Guess what.” He whispered to her, “Gilly had her son last night.” 

Hermione pulled away, looking up at him, “what? Shes early!”

Greg shook his head, “no, apparently with magical pregnancies, everything goes into consideration, the fathers absence, the mothers health, it’s amazing really, little Freddie came screaming into the world last night. All happy and healthy.” 

Hermione smiled at Greg, “congratulations uncle.” 

“Well, seeing as the deadbeat dad isn’t wanting any involvement, I’ll be stepping up for sure, I’ve already brought him the puddlemere baby quidditch outfit.” He grinned.

“Ah priorities.” Hermione laughed.

Hermione walked over to the drinks table.

Pansy and Lavender came rushing over, “we didn’t think you’d make it, Theo gave word you left an hour ago.” Pansy told her.

“I was talking to Draco..” 

“He’s a fool, seriously he has a heavily pregnant fiancé and he goes to bloody Ireland for work.” Lavender tutted. “Men ugh.”

Pansy snickered next to her, “I knew a few weeks with me, will get you feeling like that.” Pansy winked.

Hermione blushed, as she looked between the two witches. Nothing was spoken about since she caught them together, at Greg’s wedding, but it was obvious they were spending time together.

“I can’t believe Ginny was jealous about you and Blaise.” Hermione smiled at Pansy.

“Well, I’m full of surprises, like the port key I’ve sent Draco, to arrive back tomorrow morning. I was furious when I found out. I thought perhaps Sinnamon was sabotaging it..” Pansy put her hands on her hips.

Sinnamon was working the rest of her notice, much to Hermione’s annoyance. It was obvious Sinnamon was hurt and angry.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Hermione felt tears in her eyes, damn hormones.

“I did.” Pansy smiled, “you’re having my niece, Draco doesn’t know it yet, but I intend to be a big part of this baby’s life.” 

“Me too!” Lavender added.

“You’ll both be aunties!” Hermione hugged them both. 

“Right.” Pansy pulled away, straightening her dress down, “ten minutes of emotions, back to being a mean bitch.”

“Gods you’re perfect.” Lavender gushed at her.

“Avoid the fruit punch. I’ve put vodka in it.” Pansy nodded, as she walked off, Lavender following behind her.

Hermione caught a glimpse of Ginny, she was sat at her desk, putting make up on, she was heading to the quidditch game, part of Hermione felt awful she wasn’t going to be there, the other part of her felt jealous. 

“Hey pretty pregnant lady.” Ginny waved her over.

“You’re the pretty one, I’m a flump.” Hermione flopped down in her office chair. Her desk had been packed away, ready for Pansy to take over. 

“Pff i don’t want to hear that.” Ginny rolled her eyes, as she fluffed her hair up, “don’t you want to stay out there?”

“Not really, I’m tired and my feet hurt, I’m actually missing Draco, I’ve not seen him in a couple of days.” Hermione sulked.

“I will tell him, Pansy got me a port key for tonights game. I was going to surprise Blaise.” Ginny shrugged off her jacket, showing off his jersey. “When the baby’s born, we can go to these matches together.”

Hermione started to nod, as another pain went through her stomach. 

She closed her eyes, and breathed through the pain.

“You okay?” Ginny asked.

Hermione nodded, gritting her teeth. “Just need to rest, I guess.”

“Well get out of here, go home.” Ginny ordered her. 

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Hermione left to head back to the apartment, every part of her was aching, she ran a bath, and borrowed some of Lucias bath salts, she was in a lot of pain, and needed to relax.

It was rare she was on her own these days, she spent half an hour in the bath, reading a book. It was the calmest she’d been in a while. 

When she got out the bath, she borrowed one of Dracos shirts, just the smell of him, she felt close to him. 

She heard a commotion in the living room, like someone had come through the Floo.

Hermione waddled into the living area, eyes wide, mouth open. Narcissa, Dracos mother, the woman who was trying to take her son away from her, was stood in front of her.

“Oh hello.” Narcissa smiled.

“Hi….owwwww!” Hermione screamed out, holding her back, “oh.” Hermione looked down in shock.

Her waters had broke.

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“What are you doing here?” Hermione stuttered, avoiding the fact her waters had just broke.

Narcissa looked at her in shock, “are you..”

Hermione put her hand up, and shook her head, “no, you don’t, no… Draco isn’t here.” She gripped the back of the sofa, as a contraction took over.

“Miss Granger, I think you need…”

“Don’t talk to me.” Hermione closed her eyes as she tried to breathe through the pain.

“How long have you been in pain?” Narcissa asked, ignoring her demand.

“Why do you care?” Hermione said through gritted teeth.

Why the fuck did Draco have to be Ireland? 

“I came by to apologise, I’ve been wanting to since Draco stormed out, I’ve just not had the nerve.” Narcissa admitted. “He’s my son, and I was pushing him away, because I was so lost in…”

Hermione cut her off, by screaming.

“We need to get you to a hospital.” Narcissa walked over to her.

“No, no, she’s early, too early.” Hermione shook her head.

“She?” Narcissa’s eyes filled with tears.“You and Draco are having a girl?” 

Hermione nodded. 

“Oh. How wonderful.” 

Hermione frowned at her reaction. “Draco told me you was planning to marry him off, to have him leave me and our baby.” Her knuckles white from gripping on the back of the sofa.

Narcissa sighed, “I was wrong, I don’t make a habit of apologising, but I was wrong. For what it’s worth Miss Granger, I’m…I’m sorry.”

Hermione looked at her in shock. No words came to her, as she let out another scream.

“We need to get you to St Mungos.” Narcissa walked over to her.

Hermione shook her head, “I wanted to go to a muggle..”

Narcissa shook her head, “you’re early, I think the medi witches will be more…appropriate.” 

“I wanted…”

“Sometimes you have to put the needs of your child, above your own.” Narcissa told her, definitely a double meaning. 

“Fine.” Hermione sighed, letting go of the back of the sofa. “I need Draco, I need Lucius, I need..I need…” Hermione started to panic, realisation set in, she was in labour, and the only person around was Dracos mother.

“Do you have a hospital bag?” Narcissa asked.

Hermione nodded, pointing to the bedroom door. 

“Pippa!” Narcissa called, the little elf appeared.

“Yes mistress?” The elf looked around.

“My son is needed, will you fetch him?” Narcissa asked the elf.

“He’s in a quidditch game.” Hermione shouted, unable to control her tone, as another contraction hit.

“Is she? Is the baby?” Pippa rushed to Hermione. 

“I believe she’s in labour, and Draco isn’t even in the country.” Narcissa told the elf, as she went to get the hospital bag, by the door.

Hermione cried out again, her legs starting to shake.

“Pippa, get Draco. Now!” Narcissa shouted.

“Yes, Mistress.” The elf nodded, disappearing in a flash.

“You shouldn’t shout at her.” Hermione told Narcissa.

“Do you want Draco, or not?” 

“But..”

“No buts, now I’ll come with you to St Mungos.” Narcissa straightened her robes, as they both headed towards the Floo. 

“You need to hold my hand, I’m not letting you go on your own.” Narcissa instructed Hermione.

“Why are you being nice to me?” Hermione asked, hesitant to take her hand.

“My son loves you, and I don’t want loose him.”

“Oh.”

“Plus, I want to meet my.. my.. granddaughter.” 

Hermione was shocked, maybe she had changed. She took her hand, as the walked through the Floo.

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St Mungos was busy, there were lots of people queuing to see the receptionist. You needed a pass to access the right floor.

Narcissa pulled a disgusted face, as she pushed through the crowd of people waiting to be seen. 

“We need to queue, wait our turn.” Hermione pulled on Narcissa’s hand. 

“You don’t have time, you’re having a baby.” Narcissa said loudly.

 Narcissa got to the reception desk, with some people tutting, and giving her side eye. 

Narcissa looked at the older woman, sat behind the desk, spotting her name tag, “ah Gertrude, my…my.. my son’s fiancé is in labour.”

“She’ll have to wait her turn.” Gertrude gave a glance over at Hermione, who was screaming in pain. “We’ll call you over, when she can be seen.”

“No, she’ll be seen now!” Narcissa demanded, “she’s not having my granddaughter in with all these..these ugh.”

“Look, lady, I know who you are, you’ll get nowhere with that attitude, she’ll have to wait her turn.” Gertrude snapped, loudly banging a clipboard on the desk in front of her. 

Hermione screamed again, a contraction hitting her hard. Maybe she had been in labour all day, with how quickly the contractions were happening. 

Narcissa huffed at the receptionist, as she pulled Hermione to the side.

“Jesus Hermione, what are you wearing?” 

Hermione gasped, as Ron walked over to them, looking down, she was still in Dracos shirt, barely covering her thighs. 

“I’m in labour, and they won’t let me up to maternity yet.” Hermione closed her eyes, of all people she could bump into, it was her ex.

“Dr Hanson, is my sponsor.” Ron said, putting his hands in his pockets, “the gambling was bit out of hand, he’s been helping me, I’ve just come from grabbing dinner with him.” 

“Could you get us up to him?” Narcissa asked, leaning over Hermione. “She needs to be seen now, or I’ll hold you personally responsible for all the damage I’ll be causing!”

“Yes.” He looked wide eyed over at Hermione, subtly questioning if she was serious.

Hermione just nodded, as she followed Ron and Narcissa into the lift. 

In the lift, Hermione clutched onto the hand rail, she didn’t think she could walk anymore. Everywhere hurt.

“Mione, are you okay?” Ron asked.

“She’s in labour, you absolute foolish man, of course she isn’t okay.” Narcissa snapped, putting one hand on her hip, and the other on her forehead. 

“Where is your…boyfriend?” Ron rolled his eyes, as he asked her.

“Fiancé.” Narcissa corrected.

“On his way.” Hermione clutched the hand rail.

“He’s a quidditch player, he was playing an important game.” Narcissa bragged.

“Hmm.” Ron smirked, “leaving his pregnant girlfriend, I think he’s the foolish man.”

“Ron, stop!” Hermione shouted, “I’m in too much pain to deal with you, just take me to the Dr Hanson, please.” 

“Fine.” Ron sulked.

The lift stopped, and Narcissa went to take Hermione’s hand.

“I can’t walk, I can’t walk.” Hermione cried.

“Hey.” Narcissa snapped at Ron. “Carry her.”

“No, no, no!” Hermione pleaded.

“Well, i certainly can’t carry you.” Narcissa informed her.

Hermione felt tears running down her cheek, this isn’t how she imagined her labour would be. Being escorted by her ex and her estranged mother in law.

Ron smiled at her, reassuringly before he picked her up bridal style.

As he picked her up, he groaned, “heavens Mione, how much do you weigh?” 

Hermione screamed, in pain and frustration.

“Come on, Mione, all of us know you’ve experienced worse pain.” He gave a quick glance over to Narcissa, and smirked at Hermione.

“Miss Granger, If I recall rightly that inflicting pain on someone else, might ease yours.” Narcissa scowled at Ron.

Hermione tried to laugh, but it hurt too much.

“Is office is there.” Ron nodded, at a door. 

Narcissa ran over, banging on it. 

Dr Hanson opened it, quickly taking in the situation, he rushed over.

“Shes in labour.” Ron stated.

“That abysmal woman on the reception, wouldn’t let her up, said she had to wait her turn, she’s in labour!” Narcissa snapped.

“Right, okay.” Dr Hanson, led them to an empty room, near his office.

Ron quickly put her on the bed, sighing with relief that he no longer had to carry her. “My back is in bits.” Ron sulked, “you have no idea of the pain..” 

He was cut off by a pillow thrown at his face. 

“You’re lucky that was just a pillow.” Dr Hanson chuckled, waving his wand over Hermione, checking her stats. “Well you’re definitely in labour, I’d say half an hour and you’ll be meeting your daughter.” 

Hermione gulped, as she sat back on the bed.

“Fuck.” Ron sighed.

Dr Hanson went to fetch some medi witches to help.

Narcissa sat in the chair, in the corner of the room, head in her hands.

Ron still standing at the foot of the hospital bed. “You’re really having his baby, huh?” 

Hermione frowned at him, “Ronald, don’t ruin it.”

“Ruin what?”

“You being nice, being helpful.” Hermione ran a hand through her hair. 

She felt another contraction coming, balling her hands in front of her, as she delt with the pain. 

Ron held his hand out, which Hermione grabbed without thinking, she squeezed his hand, hard.

The medi witch arrived with charmed ice cold towels. Narcissa stood up, taking one, putting it on Hermione’s forehead, to cool her down. “Breathe.” She told her. 

Hermione nodded, smiling at her. 

“That sounded painful.” The medi witch grinned.

Narcissa, Hermione and Ron all turned to look at her. 

“I think she broke my hand.” Ron yanked his hand away from her.

“I want Draco!” Hermione cried.

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The crowd was cheering, Puddlemere had won! The team was ecstatic as they celebrated in the changing room.

“Did you see my girl, in my jersey?” Blaise questioned Draco, as he came out the shower, towel around his waist.

Blaise was pulling on his jeans, having beat the line for the showers.

“Ginnys here?” Draco asked, “i thought she’d be staying close to..”

“You thought Ginny would be around if there was any pregnancy emergencies?” Blaise smirked.

“Well.. yes, I felt awful agreeing to come over here, for my last game.” Draco quickly changed. 

“She’ll be fine, it’s rare babies come earlier, plus this is like your last away game for a while, enjoy it.”  Blaise winked, “shall we go out tonight, shots and beer and there’s a nice little strip club...” 

“Nah, I’m heading back early, I missed a pregnancy class earlier, Hermione didn’t take it well, she went with Theo, and my father.” Draco shook his head.

“You are so whipped.” Blaise rolled his eyes.

“You just referred to Ginny as ‘my girl.’ You’re whipped too.” Draco laughed, pulling on his jumper.

“Hmm, you got me there, but she’s cool you know, she gets me, forget what I said about going out, I just want to be with her.” Blaise blushed.

“Wait, I’ll walk out with you.” Draco told Blaise, as he quickly shoved is uniform in his duffle bag. 

The two went to meet Ginny, in the hotel bar. Draco was shocked to find Andromeda and Teddy still around, they were all laughing.

“I’m so proud of you.” Andromeda grinned over at Draco, as he approached. 

“It was so good, everyone was so happy!” Teddy grinned, “it was so cool!”

“Thanks, little man.” Draco gave the boy a high five, before kissing his aunt on the cheek.

Ginny had gone to great Blaise, Andromeda covered Teddys eyes, at their display of affection.

“Woah, there’s little eyes in the room.” Draco coughed, as one of Blaise’s hands, had disappeared up Ginnys top.

“Sorry, I forget you’re a prude with affection.” Blaise joked, as Ginny blushed.

“Nah, there’s little eyes.” Draco nodded to Teddy, who was pulling a disgusted face. 

“Yuck.” Teddy stuck his tongue out. “Girls are horrible, I prefer Quidditch.”

“I hope you believe that for a long as possible.” Andromeda laughed, patting Teddy on the head.

“You are in trouble.” Ginny teased Draco, walking over to him, poking his chest. “Shes said she’s fine, but she was upset you missed the class, and did you know she’s been getting false labour pains?”

Draco frowned, the first time hearing this. He shook his head. 

“I sent her home, from her leaving party.”

“Don’t worry dear, this is completely normal.” Andromeda reassured him.

“You sure?” Draco questioned.

Before anyone could answer, Narcissas elf Pippa appeared. “Master Draco, master Draco, I’ve been trying to find you!”

“Pippa?” Draco questioned, “she’s my mother’s elf.” He told them.

“The baby’s coming!” Pippa shrieked.

“What!” Draco gasped, “now?”

“Wait.” Blaise grabbed Dracos shoulder, “how would your mother’s elf know? It could be a scheme?” 

“No!” The elf shouted, “I’m telling the truth!”

“It’s suspicious.” Ginny eyed the elf.

“Mistress floo’d to your flat, where she saw your lady friend in labour. She called for me. Mistress came to apologise. I’d never lie to you.” Pippa pleaded with him.

“Hermione’s in labour.” Draco went into shock.

“Yes!” The elf shouted.

“Hermione’s in labour and I’m not even in the country.” He panicked. 

Blaise chucked next to him. 

Ginny slapped the back of his head. “Stop he’s panicking.”

“I need a drink.” Draco reached forward, attempting to pick the bottle of wine Ginny and Andromeda, was previously sharing. 

Andromeda knocked it out his hand. “Stop, she needs you.”

“What do I do?” Draco asked, he could feel his heart beating.

“Go to her. We’ll be right behind you.” Andromeda comforted him, “everything will be fine.” 

“How? The Floo travel is still down, my port key isn’t until tomorrow morning, oh no, I’m going to have to fly aren’t I? I’m going to miss the birth, she’ll never forgive me, she’ll leave and I’ll never see my daughter. What have I done?” Draco started to panic again.

Ginny slapped the back of his head, hard.

“Thank you.” Draco smiled at her, “I needed that.”

“Master Draco. I’ll take you.” Pippa held her little hand to him, “elf magic is better for apparition.”

“Go with her, we’ll meet you at the hospital, we’ll find a way.” Andromeda squeezed his arm, “you’ll be fine.” 

Draco nodded, as Blaise and Ginny wished him luck. He grabbed hold of Pippa.

Before her knew it, he was standing in front of St Mungos, getting his balance.

“I’m thankful I didn’t drink the wine.” Draco held his head. “Is my father in with Hermione..”

“No sir.” Pippa shook her head.

“Would you get him?” Draco asked the elf, who nodded, before disappearing.

Draco ran through the hospital, trying to remember where she’d be. 

Getting to the reception desk, Gertrude was ignoring Dracos presence, coughing loudly to get her attention, she rolled her eyes. “One moment, I’m busy.” Gertrude sat forward, and straightened up some files.

“I’m looking for…” Draco started to say.

“I’m not done.” Gertrude held her hand up.

“My fiancé is in labour, Hermione Granger..” Draco ignored her.

Gertrude sighed, “she’ll obviously be in the delivery ward then.” 

“Where is it?” Draco asked.

“Floor 7.” Gertrude snapped. 

“Thank you.” Draco spat, before rushing to the lifts.

As the lift door opened, he heard Hermione’s screams. The colour drained from his face as he ran to where they were coming from.

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Hermione was squeezing Ron’s hand, Ron was biting on his lip to not show he was in pain.

She was lying with her knees up, as the medi witch and Dr Hanson, were examining her.

Narcissa was pacing back and forth, muttering something about Draco and his father.

“I’d say we’re about ready to deliver.” The medi witch smiled.

“No!” Hermione shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Miss Granger..Hermione, you need to listen to the doctor.” Narcissa told her.

“No, Dracos not here, no!” Hermione shook her head. “I need him.”

Ron scoffed at her words.

Hermione screamed as another contraction hit, she dug her nails into Ron’s hand causing him to bleed. 

“Ow ow ow, you fuck…” 

Before Ron could finish, the door swung open and in ran Draco.

Hermione dropped Ron’s hand, “Draco, baby!” She cried tears of joy, seeing him.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He rushed to her, kissing her head, attempting to sooth her. 

“Where have you been?” She snapped at him, pulling at the neck of his jumper.

“I came as soon as I heard, that bitch on the reception..” 

“Oh Gertrude, I have many complaints to make about her.” Narcissa went to stand next to Draco.

Draco did a double take, as he looked around the room, his mother and Ron. Dracos temper started to flare up.

“What..”

Hermione shook her head, “Ron managed to get me seen straight away.” 

“Oh.” Draco nodded at him.

“I came to apologise, it was all sudden.” Narcissa told her son.

“Apologise?” Draco asked, still comforting Hermione.

Narcissa nodded

“Right, it’s crowded in here. The baby is coming now, would you mind.” Dr Hanson looked between Ron and Narcissa.

The both nodded, as the made there way out the room.

“I’ll be waiting.” Narcissa smiled, before she left.

Ron turned to face them, his face going pale, “that’s not normal!” His eyes wide, looking back at Hermione.

“Get out, or I’ll break your other hand!” Hermione shouted, causing Ron to run out.

Hermione sighed as she lay back on the bed, she looked over at Draco, who was staring at her in awe.

“You really broke his hand?” He asked.

Hermione nodded.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed the side of her head. 

Dr Hanson coughed, causing them both to look at him. “It’s time. You’re about to have a baby.”

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Screams filled the room, Hermione leaned on her elbows, to see Dr Hanson passing Draco their baby girl. 

A tiny baby, wrapped in a white blanket it, Draco was holding her like she was most delicate.

“Is she okay?” Hermione asked, as the medi witch started passing her potions.

“Shes perfect.” Draco came to sit next to Hermione.

“She has ten fingers, and ten toes?” Hermione looked down at their daughter.

“Shes perfect.” He repeated.

The medi witch helped Hermione sit up.

“Here.” Draco passed her their daughter.

When Hermione looked down at the baby in her arms, she burst into tears. “She looks like you.” 

Draco laughed, “she’s all you, she’s beautiful.”

Draco placed his arm around her, as Hermione turned to face him. They both smiled at each other, Draco leaned forward kissing her. 

“Thank you.” He whispered against her lips.

“What for?” She questioned.

“For Everything.” He rested his head against hers, as they both turned to look at their daughter.

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The medi witch came in to the room, Draco was sat holding his daughter, whilst Hermione was still laying on the bed. 

“I’m really sorry, but I can’t hold them back any longer.” The witch looked apologetic, “you have visitors.”

“Send them in.” Hermione laughed. 

Within seconds of the witch leaving, the door burst open, Theo, Ginny and Blaise all burst in. Lucius and Pansy followed. 

“Oh my gods, look.” Theo gushed, “it’s a girl right?”

“You know it’s a girl.” Pansy sighed.

“I thought it would be a boy, I even bet Potter on it, oh he’s running late, he sends his love!” Theo told them.

Lucius walked over to Draco, patting his shoulder, “I’m so proud of you.”

Draco looked up, at his father, tears still in his eyes, “here’s your Granddaughter.” Draco passed Lucius the baby.

Everyone watched as Lucius started to cry, “she’s beautiful.”

“I can’t believe you pushed that out of you!” Ginny laughed.

“It hurt, a lot.” Hermione told her.

“Does she have a name yet?” Pansy asked.

“We found it hard to agree on a name.” Hermione admitted, “I like traditional names like Alice and Charlotte, he likes….untraditional names..” 

“I personally thought Cassiopeia, was a wonderful name.” Draco shrugged.

“No.” Hermione shook her head.  

“But we agreed on Lyra.” Draco grinned.

“I can’t think of a reason, why I don’t like it.” Hermione said, watching Lucius cuddle her daughter.

“Meet Lyra Ann.” 

“Ann?” Pansy asked.

“Andromeda.” Draco smiled.

“Oh she will cry at that!” Ginny stated, “now give me the baby!” She looked over at Lucius.

“I’m sorry I don’t think I can.” Lucius laughed, reluctantly passing her the baby.

“Oh mate, Andromeda had to take Teddy home, said she’d be in touch.” Blaise said, before looking down at the baby in Ginnys arm.

“Shes so tiny, bet you’re thankful she hasn’t got his huge head.” Theo laughed. “Lyra Ann, I like it, I still think Theodora should have been a contender.”

“Maybe for the next one.” Draco joked.

“Next one?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, the next one.” Draco blushed. 

The group was all fussing over the baby, Draco looked up and saw Narcissa standing at the doorway. 

“Go.” Hermione whispered to him, smiling at Narcissa.

Draco walked to his mother, he closed the door behind him, as they stood in the corridor.

“Congratulations.” Narcissa smiled, “she’s definitely got your lungs, you’d scream for hours.”

Draco smiled, “thank you for being there for Hermione.”

“It’s fine, I’m glad she’s okay, and the baby was born safe.” 

“Right.” Draco nodded.

“Look, i came to apologise, I shouldn’t have done what I did, I just, I want to learn, I want to make an effort.” Narcissa told her son. 

“You hurt me, mother, I want to have a relationship with you, I want you to meet your granddaughter, please try.” Draco said. “It will take awhile to gain our relationship back, but I’m willing to work at it, if you are.”

“Yes, I’d do anything.” Narcissa hugged her son. 

“I mean it, one wrong move and it’s done, it’s over.” Draco warned her.

Narcissa nodded her head, “I understand.” 

“Good.” He pulled away from her, “would you like to meet your granddaughter?”

“More than anything.”

As they were about to walk into Hermione’s room, Ron came from Dr Hansons office, he’s obviously healed his hand, that Hermione had broken.

Ron nodded in the direction of them both, to which Draco gave him a small smile.

“There’s a story there.” Narcissa stated.

“For another day.” 

Draco led Narcissa into the room. Lucius had returned to holding the baby, he was rocking her, as he sang a lullaby. Theo was recording it on his phone, Ginny was sat in Blaise’s lap in the chair Draco was previously in. Pansy was braiding Hermione’s hair. 

“Guys, my mother is here.” Draco stated, as he walked in, Narcissa behind him. “It’s okay.”

Lucius stopped singing and turned to face his ex wife. “We have a granddaughter.” 

Narcissa walked over to him, looking at the little baby. “She looks just like Draco did, don’t you remember?”

“I do!” 

“Can I?” Narcissa held her arms out, as Lucius placed the baby in them.

Everyone watched as Narcissa held the baby.

“We called her Lyra Ann.” Hermione told her.

“It’s beautiful.” A tear fell from her eye.

Draco went to sit next to Hermione, in the spot Pansy had just vacated. He wrapped his arm around her, as she rested her head on his chest.

“We did it.” Hermione laughed, as she took on the scene around her.

“Oh baby, we’re just getting started.” Draco smirked, kissing the side of her head.

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Draco loosened his tie, as he step foot into his local bar.

It had been a busy week at quidditch training, the new season was about to start, and Oliver was pushing them hard.

He’d just done a whole day of interviews, ready for the first match, hence the need for a suit.

All he wanted was a quiet drink, before he headed home. Lyra was in the terrible two stage, and the tantrums… many of times had he had to carry the defiant toddler, surfboard style, out of shops, and public events.

Sitting down at the bar, he ordered a beer, picking at the label, as he watched the muggle sports game, that was playing on the TV.

“Bad day?” A woman, took a seat next to him.

“Long day.” Draco nodded, as he took a drink.

“Drowning your sorrows here then?” The woman asked.

Draco watched, as she took her coat off. She was dressed in a tight black dress. He took another drink, as his eyes went straight to her chest.

“You could say that.” Draco turned his attention, back to the TV.

No he definitely wasn’t listening to the woman ordering a fruity cocktail, her giggling with the bar tender.

“What’s your story then?” The woman asked, picking the cherry from her drink, biting down on it, in a way Draco found mesmerising.

“Just having a quiet drink, before I head home.” Draco told her, it had been awhile since another woman was openly interested in him. The whole of the wizarding world, was aware of his relationship with Hermione. Even his die hard fans, had started to accept it.

“Alone?” The woman asked, “I don’t see a ring.”

Draco clenched his hand into a fist, “I have a fiancé, and a daughter.” He said, mainly to remind himself.

“Oh.” The woman frowned, “such a shame, I was willing to make your day better.”

Draco looked at the woman’s red lips, his heart was pounding.

“I’d like that.” His whispered.

The woman grinned, leaning closer to him. “I can be discreet.”

Draco drank the rest of his beer, everything was telling him not to go through with this.

It had been awhile since, Hermione and himself, had any alone time, Lyra wasn’t sleeping, so many of nights was spent lying in a toddler sized bed.

“I won’t even tell you my name.” The woman smiled.

“Good, because I’m not telling you mine.” Draco was actually going through with this.

“The ally behind the bar, it’s secluded.” She told him.

Draco nodded, as he placed a couple of notes on the bar, he nodded to the bartender, who just winked at him.

He didn’t even hold the woman’s hand, as they made their way into the ally.

The moment they were out of sight, she jumped on him, her lips on his, as she pulled him down to her.

“Fuck.” Draco gasped, as he ran his hands down her silk dress.

“Oh baby.” The woman smiled, “that feel good, better than she makes you feel?” She was brave with her next move, running her hand along his trousers, to stroke his crotch.

Draco frowned, closing his eyes.

“Come on baby, answer me.” The woman whispered against his ear, before kissing his jaw.

“Wait.” Draco said.

“No baby.” She tried to unbuckle his belt, before his hands stopped her.

“I can’t.” He shook his head, “i can’t do this.”

The woman looked confused, “I can make you forget.”

“Hermione..” Draco finally broke character. “I can’t do this. I can’t even pretend to cheat.”

“Oh baby.” Hermione laughed, as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I know you wanted to try this role play, but I feel so guilty, even though I know it’s you, I just…I just can’t. I love you too much.” Draco ran his hands through his hair, “I can’t even get…” he gestured to his belt.

“I love you.” Hermione cupped his cheeks, as she placed a kiss to his lips.

“You better, cause you’re stuck with me.” He pulled her into him.

“Want to go back home? Greg and Tracey are watching Lyra.” Hermione raised her eyebrow.

“I’d love that.” He told her, “I know you wanted to try this whole role play thing…but I can’t. I can’t…”

Hermione shook her head, “Lucius said….”

Draco frowned, “wait, don’t tell me you’re taking sex tips, from my father.” He shuddered at the thought.

“We’ve spent a lot of time together..” Hermione shrugged, “he’s the one that told me, about that thing you like me doing.. you know when I put my…”

“Hey!” Draco shook his head, “no, don’t finish that sentence. No.”

Hermione laughed, as she rested her head on his chest.

“Let’s go home, before you mentally scar me from having sex again.”

“Nah, there’s plenty of time for us, we’re not even married yet.” Hermione looked down at her engagement ring.

“Soon.” He kissed the side of her head.

He was right, they were getting married soon, he’d decided this would be his last year playing Quidditch, he’d been in a nasty accident last season, and put everything into perspective for him.

They had decided to get married, after he finished his last season, they was going to buy some land, and build their dream home, a place where Lyra could run free, and burn all her energy.

Draco was going to build a treehouse, with his father, and activity he dreamed of doing as kid, but this time, they was doing it for his daughter.

There was going to be a big kitchen, where Narcissa, Jean and Andromeda would bicker, over who makes the best apple pies, when they’d visit.

They were going to be a large living room, where their friends would get together, it would be filled with laughter and love. Pansy would snarl at the cosy interior, but secretly she loved it.

Hermione was going to return to work, and Draco was going to take over the stay at home dad role.

Their garden would rival the one at the manor, and it would be used to host Lucius spiritual bonding ceremony, with Strawberry and Jupiter, everyone would be dressed in ponchos and robes, the women would wear flower crowns and the men would wear crystal necklaces. Draco would wear a frown all day, but shed a secret tear when his father spoke about love.

Draco apparated them out of the ally, he held her tight. “Soon.” He whispered against her ear.