A/N: This story was inspired by Catalyst. A story by Chrystal Slara. I would like to thank her for the inspiration.
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R. But have you ever wondered if she reads fanfiction to get plot ideas?
The pregnancy test was positive.
"Pregnant?" Hermione thought, somewhat dismayed. This was only a confirmation of what she had long suspected, yet it took her by surprise. Nervously she glanced through the open bathroom door towards the king-sized bed where her two lovers slept. Their arms just starting to tangle together in the middle where she normally lay.
She turned back to study her reflection in the mirror, looking for some outward sign of her pregnancy. But there was none. Her dark chocolate curls and hazel eyes were the same. As well as her slim, petite figure. If not for the test in her hand, Hermione would not have believed that she, Hogwarts brightest witch, was a mother-to-be.
""Mione? You alright sweetheart?" Hermione whirled around in shock and quickly hid the test in the pocket of her nightgown. Yawning and shielding his eyes from the glow of the bathroom lights, Draco Malfoy stepped into the room. "You feeling sick?" He asked, concerned and laying a hand on her forehead. "You don't feel hot."
Hermione shook her head. "I'll be out in a moment Dray. Go back to sleep." She did not have the will to say "I'm fine." when that was the farthest from what she was truly feeling. Fear.
Draco shrugged and shuffled back to bed. He curled up beside the dark-haired sleeping man and began to snore softly.
Again overcome by thoughts, Hermione watched them sleep and wondered how she would tell them.