Author's note: I'm so sorry about the cliffy at the end of the last chapter. I couldn't resist it! The opportunity was just screaming at me and I couldn't help but answer. Not that it really mattered, because it seems I underestimated my readers, as always.

Vasya: Yeah, right. She did it on purpose. She's evil, you know. She's planned it all out! She's even got a major cliffy for the last chapter! I know. I read it while she was typing it. She's evil.

I did not, Vasya. Stop lying to the poor readers. -hands readers a cookie- No cookies for Vasya!

Vasya: -glares- Hey, that's not fair! I love cookies…

I know, and it's your own fault. If you're a good boy maybe I'll give you a cookie at the end of the chapter. Now do the disclaimer, Vasya.

Vasya: Fine. She doesn't own the plot, the title, the characters, nothing but the mistakes. And possibly me, until she gives me a cookie.

-victorious- Yes! My goal is complete; I own Vasya!

Vasya: -growls- Just hurry it up so I can get my cookie.

Chapter Three: Babysitter Riley

Hermione continued to look anywhere but at Draco. She wasn't ready to tell him, but she had too. She didn't know if she'd ever see him again if she didn't tell him now.

"Hermione," Draco said quietly placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to be sick."

Indeed she did. Hermione suddenly felt like she needed to find the nearest toilet, or possibly trash can, and vomit. She had to get over herself though, if she had any intentions of telling Draco any time soon.

"I'm fine, Draco. As fine as can be expected, anyway," Hermione said quietly. Draco sent her a confused glance, so she continued. "Draco, something happened the last time I saw you," she said quietly.

Draco looked calm, but inside he was going crazy. What on earth was she talking about? "Hermione, please just tell me what happened."

Hermione took a deep breath. It was now or never, and she didn't know if she could live with never. She looked up at Draco and stared at him looking him straight in the eyes. "I'm pregnant, Draco."

Silence.

Of all the things that had been running through Draco Malfoy's mind, this was definatly not one of them. "What do you mean, you're pregnant?" Draco said cautiously. Surely he had heard her wrong.

"I, no we, are going to have a baby, Draco." Draco still looked skeptical. Hermione sighed and grabbed his hand, placing it on her stomach. Draco's eyes widened as the baby kicked. "You're going to be a father, Draco."

Draco was beyond being overwhelmed. As he stared at the ceiling, Hermione began to get the wrong idea entirely.

"I understand," she said quietly. "I was afraid this would be too much to ask of you. I'll just-" Hermione was cut off, as Draco pressed his lips to hers. As he pulled back, he brushed away her tears and pulled her into an embrace.

"Hermione," Draco whispered hugging her gently. "I'm so sorry. I'm just surprised, that's all," Draco said. He noticed the doubtful look in Hermione's eyes. "I just thought we'd be married for a while before this happened," Draco smirked. It didn't have the same effect as it usually did this time, for the harshness was gone from his eyes.

"So you'll help me?" Hermione asked uncertain.

"Of course I will, Hermione. In fact," Draco said laughing as he kissed her cheek. "I'd like to see you try to stop me."

Finally Hermione too laughed, as she hugged him again. "Thank you, Draco. This means the world to me," she said quietly.

"I know it does, Hermione. I know it does."

"Draco, I'm sorry but I need to go. It's getting late, and I'm awfully tired," Hermione said letting out a yawn. Draco looked at his watch and shook his head in disbelief.

"You're tired? It's not even that late!" Draco exclaimed.

Hermione laughed and ran her fingers through his hair. "I know Draco, but I've had a long day. Hey, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow for the baby. You want to come?" Hermione asked.

Draco's smile grew larger, if possible. "Of course I'll go! You don't have to ask me twice," Draco answered. Draco jumped up and went over to a desk, and pulled out a pen and paper. He scribbled something on it, before handing it to Hermione.

"That's my cell number and the address where I'm staying for the month. Call me before you're ready to leave, and I'll come right over," Draco said.

Hermione nodded and thanked him one more time, before she walked out the door to find her friends. Not long after she left, Riley and Blaise entered, without knocking.

"Drake, what the hell was that all about?" Blaise half shouted as he barged into the room. He still looked like he was about ready to throw something at Draco.

"Blaise, give the guy a break, alright?" Riley said as he tried to pull Blaise out of the room, to no avail.

"Riley, I'm not going to give him a break. Mr. Scatter-brained over there ditched us for a girl! Don't tell me you already forgot," Blaise growled.

"Blaise," Draco butted in. "I can't blame you for being angry, but couldn't you have knocked?" Draco asked angrily. If there was one thing that annoyed him about Blaise, it was that he never knocked before he came in. It was as if the world was his palace.

"No Drake, I can't knock. Why can't I knock? Because I don't bloody feel like it!" Blaise growled. "You haven't been yourself since she showed up. You're my best friend Drake. I'm just trying to look out for you, but you're making it pretty difficult."

"I am not!" Draco shouted back.

"You are too!" Blaise countered as he broke free of Riley's grasp and grabbed Draco's shirt.

Draco glared at him and was about to yell something back, before he was interrupted.

"Will you two stop acting like a couple of three year olds?" Riley shouted as he pulled the two apart and stood between them. "Honestly, I have nephews who act more civilized than either of you!" Riley said rolling his eyes.

Blaise scoffed at Riley and started walking back toward Draco and Draco reached over Riley's shoulder trying to get to Blaise, before Riley shoved them both apart and sent them both an icy glare. "Draco, couch! Blaise, chair!" Riley shouted pointing both of them to their respected spots on opposite ends of the room.

"You two really are worse than my nephews," Riley said shaking his head helplessly. "Maybe I need to higher a babysitter," Riley mused.

"Not funny!" Blaise and Draco shouted, but were quickly silenced by another glare from Riley.

"I don't recall saying you two were aloud to talk," Riley said. "I think that deserves another five minutes of time-out," Riley smirked as Draco and Blaise glared at him.

"You're not my mom," Blaise retorted as he crossed his arms angrily.

"No, but someone needs to control you! After all Blaise," Riley laughed. "A three year old doesn't know any better. They need someone to tell them what to do!"

"You're gonna pay for that!" Blaise yelled in mock anger as he jumped up and lunged at Riley. Luckily for Riley, he darted out of the way just in time. Riley ran out the door, with Blaise not too far behind. "Help me out here, Drake!" Blaise called over his shoulder.

Draco shook his head and laughed, before following the two out the door. Same old Blaise; he stared a fight just so he could lighten the mood in the end. He did this to Draco a lot, and in the end it always worked. The three of them always ended with a laugh, and Riley soaking wet from the constant supply of water balloons Draco and Blaise kept in their closets.

AN: Vasya: Do I get my cookie now?

Fine... -throws a cookie at Vasya- Happy now?

Vasya: Eating cookie! Too buys!

Hmmm...maybe I need to give him cookies more often! Anywho, I'm uber-sorry about this chapter being so short. I couldn't help it! No, Blaise was never really mad, but I couldn't resist that whole scene. I wanted to get Riley in there somehow. How do you like Riley, by the way? REVIEW AND TELL ME!