HERMIONE

A few weeks after the incidence I had a doctors appointment. That's when all the horror started. Ron didn't know about what happened, but eventually he would. She was checking my heartbeat and she said "Mrs. Weasley?" "Yes Dr?" I asked. "I think you're pregnant." My eyes widened. "Are you sure?" I gasped. "I can check." She said. Because there are magical instruments that can tell everything from being pregnant, to gender, to parents. She checked and sure enough I was pregnant. "You're married to Ron Weasley right?" "Yes I am. Why?" I said curiously. "These instruments must be wrong then because they say the father is Draco Malfoy." I frowned. "He is," the doctors eyes widened, "But you can't tell Ron. I need to find out how to tell him myself." "Okay Mrs. Weasley." She let me go then. When I got home I decided that until I could tell Ron about Draco that I could tell him the good news. "RON! I have something to tell you." I yelled as I walked through the door. He walked down the stairs and asked me "What?" "I'm pregnant." I said quietly. "Really?" "Yes." He hugged me tight then quickly let go. "Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked. "Both." I answered. He smiled broadly. I walked away telling him I needed some 'me' time. Then I went to the phone and found Draco's number. I called it. It ended up being his secretary. "Hello? How may I help you?" she said. "Um… I need to speak to Mr. Malfoy." I told her. "He will probably not take your call." "He will if you tell him it's the secretary."