Chapter 2

A petrified Draco sees Hermione coming out of the bathroom. She is singing, just wrapped in a bath towel which barely covers the top of her thighs.

I'd never have thought the Know-it-all had legs. But... what is she doing here? His astonishment increases even more when he notices the huge belly. And pregnant!

Draco closes his eyes again. Then he realizes he is sweating. This is a joke! She must have hexed me! It has to be revenge for the potion I threw on her yesterday.

He opens his eyes slowly to see her walking towards him. Now she will laugh and say that all of this is just a distasteful joke...

Horror-struck he observes while Hermione approaches him and suddenly sits down in his lap and plant a quick kiss in his lips.

"Wow! What a reception!" Hermione says with a light sarcasm.

Draco blinks at her in a state of absolute shock.

"All of this because I went on a walk? You know better than I do that she is just coming in three weeks," she continued.

"She?" Draco manages to murmur.

"What's happening? You are the one who always said that the baby would be a girl... You were so sure of it that you convinced me. Look at yourself now, you're more nervous that I am... It's almost like YOU are the one who's going to give birth," she said and got up. "I'm hungry. Did you wait for me for have breakfast?"

Draco nods.

"I'll be waiting for you at the room downstairs. Don't be long." She kisses his neck and leaves the room.

He watches Hermione left the room. He is getting more puzzled every minute.

He gets up and head to the bathroom. He wets his face and as he closes his eyes he smells her perfume. What's going on? He thinks. Am I married? To Granger? And we are going to have a baby?

When he leaves the bathroom he goes straight to the opened wardrobe and picks up some of the photo albums. There are many. All photographs of the couple smiling in many different places - among those, at school. They seemed happy... and worse … they seemed to be in Love!

Draco breathes deeply in and out, trying to put in order what had happened. Let me see if I got it... yesterday I went to bed in my room at Hogwarts... and now I suddenly wake up in my parents' house. Plus, I'm married to Hermione... and we are going to have a baby! It's a dream...that's the only explanation. Worse, it's a nightmare!

He paces the room without knowing exactly what to do. What now? How am I supposed to tell her I don't have the slightest idea about what's going on?

Draco was downstairs at breakfast, he started to eat without much will and Hermione sensed that something isn't right.

"You're so quiet today... What is going on?" Hermione asks.

Draco simply gets up and goes to the sofa without answer her question. Hermione follows him to the living room and sits down at his side. She holds him and gently kisses his lips.

"It will be soon, won't it? I'm nervous too. Our life will change a lo-." She stopped talking all of a sudden and closed her eyes.

"What was it?" Draco asks, concerned about her.

"Nothing." She answers while breathing deeply. "It was just a kick. She is restless today. So much that I can hardly walk." She said leaning against his chest.

Hermione grabs his hand and places it down on her belly. "But she just needs daddy to caress her to calm down," she declares.

Draco remains with his hand on his wife's belly without knowing what to say. He feels the baby's kick. What a weird dream. He thinks. Everything is so real.

"You're going to work today, aren't you?" Hermione asks.

He just looks at her.

"Oh, I know this look... but you've promised me!" she says with her eyes filled with tears.

Draco didn't know what to say exactly.

"No… I'm not." He says after a while and notices that Hermione is wiping her tears.

"Sorry. I am kind of anxious. I don't want to be a boring expectant mother. It's just that…I'm the size of a troll!" She says and starts to cry again.

Draco didn't know what to do. Hermione had already begun sobbing so, on the spur of the moment, he passes his hand through her hair. Without thinking about his acts, he kisses her lips and said: "You are beautiful."

What the hell I am talking about! I'm singing Hermione praises?! He looks at her and had to admit she is indeed, very beautiful. It must be because the fact she is expecting a child of mine, he thinks and then he regretted it. What was I thinking? It's a totally irreversible madness…

Hermione gets up and goes to their bedroom upstairs. Draco follows her.

She grabs a bag and sat in their bed. "I know I've checked everything yesterday. But I'm always afraid of missing something. I think it's better to have everything ready. You never know," She says, inspecting her bag.

Draco watches her looking into a bag filled up with baby's clothes.

"Did you feel anything?" He asks as he sees her holding her belly. Just what I needed in this dream…

Hermione kisses him. "No," she says. "You're worse than me. It's only kicks."

"Are you sure?" He says and Hermione nods.

"Since you will be at home, I'll do something special for lunch."

"Making effort isn't good for you in your state," he says suddenly. What is happening with me? He thinks. Am I taking this dream to heart?

"Don't worry, honey. The elves let me do nothing anyway." She says, heading to the kitchen.

As she reaches the doorframe, she loses her balance and tries to hold herself at the wall. Draco strides to her. Hermione looks at him and bitted her lower lip without been able to speak. There was an agonizing expression on her face.

With difficulty he carries her, laying her carefully on their bed. He looks at her, totally panicked.

"The bag." Hermione says.

Draco gets up and starts looking for it. "The bag? Where is it?"

"Draco! My pregnancy bag has blown up! You need to take me to the hospital if you don't want your daughter to birth here!

To be continued.

T/N: I would like to thank Emily T. (Backroads) for her revision and patience.

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