"What!" Hermione shot up from her laying position. "I'm not. I'm not pregnant." She took a gulp of air before trying to say her sentence. "I'm not pregnant with i quadruplets /i ! The very idea is absurd!" she started laughing nervously.
The medi-witch gave her a stern look. "You are, Mrs. Malfoy. Now, I'm going to recommend that you take parenting lessons, and read several textbooks about quadruplet pregnancies. And I'm going to remind you that it's normal for quads to be born earlier than the nine months of a single child. Usually they birth about five months into the pregnancy. More than likely, they go into intensive care for a month if all is well, and after that, the necessary spells are cast upon them to help their growth along. When you take them home, be very careful, it will be easy for them to get sick.
"And I imagine that your breasts are going to be very sore if you intend to breast feed, so you might want to try bottle-feeding them…"
Hermione glared at the huge manor in front of her, fully intending to go inside and kill her husband. Or perhaps she would just hang him by his balls in the dungeons.
She stomped up the stairs only to find the door open with her husband standing in it.
Her nostrils flared. "You got me pregnant!" she yelled. "With quads!"
"Thank you, darling, for your 'Hello, honey. Have you had a nice day?'" he drawled, not seeming to mind her annoyance with him.
"God I think I need a drink," she whispered, her anger suddenly gone.
"You're not getting one," he said abruptly. "Unless it's milk, water, juice, or some calcium drink."
She glared at him half-heartedly before brushing past him to walk into the manor.
He found her in their bedroom, lying on their huge bed flipping through magazines.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Looking at quad articles," she replied shortly.
He slid onto the bed beside her, nestling himself into the silk pillows he'd insisted on, before asking, "Aren't you happy about the child?"
She glanced up at him. "Of course. I'm just shocked, that's all. And it's not a i child /i , there's four babies in my belly at this moment."
He lifted his hand to her stomach and rubbed the small mound there.
"Blaise says after the pregnancy, you'll get more womanly curves," he whispered kissing her neck.
She didn't respond to his affection, merely replying, "Blaise is a two-faced idiot. I have no intention of believing anything he says."
"Hmm…"
"And if you think just because he married Ginny I'm going to like him, you best have another thought."
"Ditto for the Weasel," he replied.
She finally looked at him, tossing the magazine aside before snuggling up to him. "You know he never got over us being together."
He hugged her to him. "The Weasel hasn't gotten over many things. Like how Potter wouldn't shag him because it just so happens Potter is at least half normal and isn't gay, and how he enjoyed having sex with a Slytherin who just happened to be my ex-henchman, and how---"
Hermione silenced him with her lips.
When they broke apart, he looked at her, desire and amusement twinkling in his eyes. "That's one way to hush me, love."
