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"Hermione, what are you doing" asked Draco.
"What does it look like I'm doing Draco, cleaning the floor, the muggle way" replied Hermione.
Hermione was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the already spotless marble floor of the Malfoy manor.
"Why, pray tell, are you doing it that way?" asked Draco warily.
"Well, because I'm a housewife aren't I" said Hermione, "and when I'm nervous I start cleaning."
"Hermione you are a housewife, not a bloody house elf" said Draco, "and what are you so worked up about?"
Hermione got up off the floor, her brows furrowed and her hands started fidgeting as she looked up at her husband.
"Ok, well Draco, I have something to tell you" said Hermione.
"What is it Hermione" asked Draco, her nervous demeanor making him suddenly concerned for her.
"I'm-, I'm pregnant Draco. I know you said you wanted to wait a little longer to have kids but I think the last time we weren't careful enough and-
Hermione stopped talking after she saw the wide smile on Draco's face, his eyes excited, like a child's on Christmas day.