Again, I apologize for the formatting snafu on the last chapter. Everything is as it should be this time around. Also, fingers crossed that Target hasn't sold out of the Deathly Hallows DVD, which released today in the US! It's what I'll be spending my weekend doing.

Chapter 3
The Burrow was a lively, misshapen home, but to Draco, it was more terrifying than entering Malfoy Manor. He kept Liam closely pressed to his chest as the wind whipped up in front of the Weasley family's home. Hermione had laughed earlier when he said he wouldn't let go of the baby for anything. He was smart enough to know that no one would dare attack a man holding a baby.

Hermione let them in through the front door, only to find the sitting room empty. Hope sprung up in Draco's chest; perhaps brunch was cancelled. "They're probably outside," Hermione mused, crossing to the kitchen.

"Or they heard I was coming and are hiding," he suggested.

Hermione paced in front of a tall, brick apartment building, trying to summon the courage to talk to him. She knew Draco lived here, he'd told her so as they talked between shags. He hadn't expected her to need the address, but now she was there. The front door opened, and before she could talk herself into leaving, she stepped through after the departing resident. The lift took her to the ninth floor. It was just a matter of finding flat number 964.

Hermione took her time, but eventually her feet led her to her destination. Fate was playing a twisted game with her, Hermione decided. Before she could knock, the front door of the flat opened. Draco stepped out with his back to her so he could lock the door behind him. He turned around and gasped at the sight of her, startled by her sudden presence.

"Get caught in the rain?" he asked her when his heart beat slowed enough that he no longer heard it pounding in his ears. Looking down at her rain sodden coat, Hermione nodded. "Just fancied a walk in the downpour, or was there something you needed?"

"Could we go inside?" she asked quietly.

They reached the backyard. A long table was set up on the patio, and Mrs. Weasley was taking her time to set out brunch. Further down, brooms glided overhead as the Weasley children and some of their significant others played a rousing game of Quidditch.

"Oh good, you're here," Mrs. Weasley greeted them when she looked up from her table. A wide stretched smile was on her face as she hugged Hermione. The smile remained when her sights landed on Draco. "It's good of you to come," she told him, stroking the back of Liam's head.

"Thanks," he replied, tightening his grip on his son.

"Well, the game should be over soon, and then we can all sit down to eat," she told them before walking away.

Hermione led them to the edge of the field to watch the end of the game. Draco turned Liam around and they laughed loudly at his delighted squeals. "Like father, like son," Hermione muttered, though her grin remained.

Draco's, however, faltered when Harry caught the snitch. "What do you think they'll say when they see me?" he wondered, watching as the brooms lowered nearer and nearer to the ground.

Hermione turned around and walked over to the table. "Oh, you know, probably something along the lines of 'Great to have you here, Malfoy!' or 'You should have stopped around much, much sooner!'" she replied. "Unless you're talking to Ron."

After strapping Liam into his high chair, Draco took a seat beside her. "Oh, and what will he say?" the blonde wondered.

Hermione smiled at him before looking away to the crowd nearing. "Thanks for knocking up my girlfriend and ruining any shot we had of getting back together," she guessed.

Draco unlocked the door and ushered Hermione inside. He set about starting a fire to warm her while she looked around his flat. It was much too large and grand to fit into the building. It was split level, with a spiraling staircase that led to a second floor loft. Bookcases lined the walls of the sitting room, and she itched to touch each and every spine.

When he was finished with the fire, Draco moved over to the distracted witch and removed her coat. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch to sit.

"What's on your mind?" he asked softly.

Hermione turned to face him, but looked past him to the wall behind. It was too hard to tell him the news if she looked him in the eye. Taking a deep breath, she told him, "I'm pregnant." Her hands fidgeted nervously in her lap, and she moved them under her thighs to steady the shaking appendages.

"Mine?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Hermione nodded, still unable to meet his gaze. The cushions shifted as he stood up and began pacing the room. "What do we do? What do you want to do?"

Surprised that he wasn't reacting at all like she expected, she looked up. Tears glistened in her eyes as she considered his questions. But before she could answer, her stomach began to turn. "Loo?" she asked, clamping her hand over her mouth.

Draco pointed down the hall and followed as she ran ahead of him. She was kneeling on the floor when he joined her. One hand held back her hair while the other steadied her in place. Draco gathered back her hair for her as she finished. He let the brown curls go and filled a cup with water.

"Thanks," she muttered, sitting with her back against the wall. Draco took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and nodded. He watched as she took delicate sips, remaining silent as the wave of nausea passed.

"Hermione?" he said softly. She turned to look at him, wiping the leftover moisture from her eyes. "I don't know what your plans are, but if you keep the baby, I want to be a part of its life."

"What's he doing here?" Ron demanded, reaching the table first.

"Hello, Ronald. Nice to see you. What a lovely spread your mother set out today," she greeted him facetiously.

George was the next to reach the table. He flashed a mischievous smile at the pair. "Freshen your drink for you there, Malfoy?" he inquired as innocently as George Weasley could. "Mum makes her own pumpkin juice, you know."

"Don't take it," Hermione warned, glowering at the twin. For the time being, George backed off and took a seat on Hermione's other side. Underneath the table, Hermione took hold of Draco's hand, giving it a squeeze to show her support. The rest of the family began to sit down; Harry and Ginny brought up the rear. Conversations were begun as everyone helped themselves to the spread. Sitting across from Draco, Ron glared daggers at the blonde while he ate. It wasn't until Hermione shot him a warning glare that Ron looked away.

Draco distracted himself by feeding Liam, and when the meal was over, he took his son inside to wash up. He heard footsteps behind him when he reached the bathroom, and assumed them to be Hermione's. But when he turned to greet her found it was Harry Potter following him.

"Hermione asked me to be nice and ask you to join our game," he mumbled, kicking at imaginary dust with the toe of his shoe.

Draco scoffed at his less than amiable offer and turned on the faucet. He said nothing as he rinsed a cloth in warm water and began to wipe off Liam's hands and face. A frown formed on his lips when he caught the happy smile his son gave the raven haired man behind him.

"Come on, Malfoy, before Hermione beats me up. Just say you'll play with us," Harry continued, just short of begging.

A smile briefly flitted across his face. Draco would give his entire Gringott's vault to watch Hermione take down The Boy Who Lived. "Maybe some other time," he said instead.

Harry grinned devilishly. "I'm holding you to that," he warned. "Besides, now that you've been here, Molly's going to make your presence mandatory."

"Joy," the blonde muttered as he shut off the bathroom light and rejoined the group.