After getting Hermione to calm down to a reasonable level, I decided that it was not time to kill myself; she obviously needed my help, and it's difficult to abandon someone when they're kind of carrying your child. So I walked her down the few flights of steps to the ground, and continued to chaperone as I walked her to her house. I paused at the door, leaned against it for support, and asked quietly,"Hermione, can I please come in? I think we have some things to talk about."
She smiled wryly, and rolled her beautiful brown eyes. "Yes, I believe we do have a few things to talk about."
Leading me to her sitting room, she gracefully flopped onto the cushy sofa positioned in front of a quaint fireplace. I sat down in the chair next to the sofa, and put my feet up on the table, dismissing the glare sent toward my feet.
"So how, erm, how far along are you?" Yes, it was a bit awkward, given our history; but she was still my angel, my sunshine, my goddess. So awkwardness didn't matter a tad bit.
"Almost five weeks," She said, smiling a bit, "So the baby'll be due around...sometime in December." She was smiling widely now, her perfect teeth shining brightly. There was another silence.
Me being a guy, I couldn't help it; her being pregnant didn't matter. My eyes raked over her body, and I could tell she was still as fit as she was about five weeks ago. Her breasts were nice and perky under her shirt, and her jeans fit her perfectly. Gods, she really was perfect. And then realization dawned on me: this perfect being was carrying my child. My child was growing inside that beautiful creature. I couldn't help myself.
"Hermione?" My voice was gentle, questioning; I needed to hear her say yes. "Hermione, can I, erm, feel the baby?" She thought I was kidding. She started laughing that tinkling laugh, the one that abrutely stopped when she caught the longing in my face.
"Are you serious Draco? There's not too much there. Just a small blob."
"Please?"
She nods slowly, giving me permission. I walked over, kneeled down in front of her, and reached out a hand, resting it on her flat, warm belly. Joy overcame me at that moment, and before either of us knew it, I was kissing her. Mhmm, how much I had missed those sweet lips.
"Draco, we shouldn't--" I was having none of that.
"Please, please angel. You turn me on so much."