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A/N:Hey guys!!!Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I started college and things have been crazy. But...Here it is...Month 3!

Hermione groaned and pounded on the bathroom door. "Draco! Did it slip your mind that, as a pregnant woman, I have a smaller bladder capacity than you?!" She danced around from foot to foot and pounded on the door. "Draco?! Open the bloody door!" she exclaimed, trying not to think of water or anything about that.

Draco popped his head out of his room, hands tying his school tie. "What are you yelling for? I'm not in there," he said, trying not to laugh at the expression on her face.

Hermione glared at him. "Then why," she started, teeth gritted, "is the door closed?" she asked, slowly losing her patience. She kept a hand on her stomach, almost as if to remind her as to why she had to go the bathroom so bad.

Draco shrugged. "Habit. We always close the doors at the Manor," he said, then ducked back into his room and shut his door. Leaning against it, as if barricading it, he began to count under his breath. "3…2…1." As if on cue, Draco heard the bathroom door slam shut. With a little smile to himself, he continued dressing. She was cute when she was mad.

Hermione, while Draco was thinking of how cute she was, was thinking of how irritating he was. Sitting on the toilet, she counted to 10 under her breath. She needed to calm down. At the end of her third month, she knew stress wasn't good for the baby. She finished her business, then stood and flushed the toilet. As she washed her hands, she looked at her face in the mirror. Thanks to the pregnancy, her face was starting to get a little puffy. She sighed at her appearance, and then opened the bathroom door…only to find Draco on the other side. "What do you want?" she asked, her expression sullen.

Draco gave her a small smile and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. "I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look in the morning. Even after you've been sick you still look amazing," he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped out of his embrace. "You should've stopped before the sick part," she informed him, walking towards her room. In truth, though, the statement meant a lot to her. Right when she had finally gotten her looks under control, she had to go and do this project. She placed a hand on her stomach. "If only we could keep you," she whispered, and then shut her door so she could change.

Draco, though, had heard this statement and inwardly agreed with her. He hated to see her go through all this torment, especially for something that was just going to disappear. With this thought in mind, he decided to go pay a visit to a certain professor before class.

Severus Snape looked at the boy across from him and sighed. "Draco….for a Head Boy, you are extremely stupid. I can't allow the baby to stay…it goes against all ethics."

Draco ran a hand through his hair. "Professor…you've seen how the Weaselette reacts when you mention the disappearing. I don't want Hermione to have to deal with that pain," Draco stated, staring Snape in the eyes.

Snape raised a brow. "Since when are you and Ms. Granger on a first name basis? It's not because of your position, I'm sure."

Draco sighed and looked at the ground. "Severus…we're close now. I told her about my liking her. I think we're an Item. I-….I think I might love her," he replied, not wanting to meet the older man's eyes.

Snape, though he was expecting something along those lines, looked at him with wide eyes. "Draco…I've known you all your life. This being the case, I know that you always go into things with a good head on your shoulders. Now…is this what you want? You and Gran-…Hermione?" he asked of his godson, smiling to himself.

Draco nodded. "I want this more than anything. And I want to be able to prove to her that I mean what I say. Please help me find a way to keep this baby," he pleaded, looking up at his mentor with sad eyes.

Snape swallowed hard and nodded. The boy was in deep, but not deeper than he wanted to be. "Alright. Now…it's the end of her first trimester. There is a way that will ensure that the baby will remain with you, but I am not going to tell you."

Draco looked at him in disbelief. "You said you'd help!"

Snape looked at him. "It's something that you and Ms. Granger need to figure out on your own. Just prove to her that you do love her, and it should all work out in time."

Draco nodded. "Thank you, Severus," he said standing. "I've never had a strong father figure…but you fill that position quite nicely," he whispered, then left Snape's office.

Severus Snape, age unknown, sat there. And, for the first time in his life, he smiled warmly.

On Christmas Eve, Draco told Hermione to cancel any plans she had made for that night. "That includes anything with Potter and Weasley as well," he stated, not offering her anymore information.

Hermione glared at him. "Look…just because we're an 'item', doesn't mean you can boss me around," she said, her patience very thin.

Draco rolled his eyes and gave her a kiss. "Hey…I want to do something for you. Please let me do it," he said quietly, a hand on her cheek.

Hermione blew the hair out of her eyes and nodded. "Sure…fine…go do what you want," she replied, touched by his simple kiss. She watched him leave the common room and smiled. In the month that they had been together, he had treated her so delicately. They hadn't gone farther than a few kisses and caresses, and she was happy that he wasn't pressuring her into anything. Though, lately she wished that they could do more. Smiling to herself, she went to her room to get ready for his big surprise.

An hour later, Draco stood outside Hermione's door. Sure…he had been on dates before, but this one meant a lot to him. It was the first step in proving himself to her. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and knocked on her door. "Hermione? Are you ready?" he asked.

Hermione sat on her bed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. In truth, she had been ready for 10 minutes. Her nervousness, thought, was what kept her in her room. "I'll be right out!" she yelled and stood up. She studied her reflection in her full length mirror. Draco had told her to dress up, so she had dove into her closet searching for something decent. As she stood before the mirror, she was pleased with the final product. Smiling at herself in reassurance, she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

Draco sucked in a breath, as he looked at her. "Wow. You look…..amazing," he whispered, drawing her close and giving her a kiss.

Hermione smiled at him. She had chosen an apple colored dress that she had worn to a cousin's wedding. The dress, while normally loose fitting, clung to her added weight; in a good way, though. It had a modest V-neck, but her slightly growing chest pressed against the material. The dress fell to her ankles and was halter style. She had styled her curls, so that they were bouncy and full of life.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes taking in his appearance. "You don't look too bad yourself," she stated, a smile on her face. Draco was wearing black dress pants, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a black blazer.

Draco helped her into her jacket and offered her his arm. "Now…before you ask, we're not leaving the school. It's chilly in the halls and I don't want people staring at you," he said teasingly, leading her out of the common room.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but laughed. "If we're not leaving the school, why did I have to dress up?" she asked, as they found themselves standing in the Entrance Hall.

Draco took a deep breath, covered her eyes, and led her into the Great Hall. "This is why," he whispered, removing his hands from her eyes.

Hermione gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh, Draco…," she whispered, tears threatening to break from her eyes. The Great Hall was dimly lit by candles, a lone table for two in the center. Music was playing softly, as Draco led her to the table, and she noticed a rose lying on a plate.

"Happy Christmas, Hermione," Draco said softly, pulling her chair out for her. After she was settled, he walked around to his seat and sat down. When he sat, food appeared before the two of them. Draco made note to buy the school's House Elves some nice socks.

Hermione was speechless. "Draco…this is too much," she said softly, fingering the rose on the table in front of her. "I didn't have time to get you anything," she confessed sadly. 'Or enough money,' she added in her mind.

Draco shook his head. "Are you happy right now? Are you happy being with me?" he asked, hoping she would answer in the affirmative. When she nodded her head, he smiled wide. "Then that's all I need. I don't need expensive gifts," he replied, taking her hand in his.

Hermione looked down at her plate, hoping that he couldn't see her blush. "Draco…we barely know each other," she said, taking a bite of the food in front of her. "Why do you want to date me?" she asked, then wished she hadn't. Her damn hormones made her question things she normally would leave alone.

Draco let out a small laugh and stood. He walked around to her and offered her a hand to stand up. She looked at him confused, but took his hand. Draco led her away from the table, then wrapped an arm around her waist and began to sway to the music. "Why shouldn't I date you? It's been a month already and I haven't seen reason to run," he replied, twirling her around.

As he twirled her, Hermione laughed. When she came back to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "Why me? Why did you choose to treat me differently than all of your conquests?" she asked, smiling against his blazer when she felt his hands on the small of her back.

Draco sighed into her hair. "Is that what this is about?" he asked, pulling back to look at her face. He brushed a curl out of her face and kept his hand on her cheek. "You're different than all those girls, Hermione. I-," he faltered and looked away from her.

Hermione looked at him, concern in her eyes. "What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, turning his head to face her.

Draco took a deep breath, his gaze lost in her chocolate eyes. "Hermione…I think I might be falling in love with you," he whispered, afraid of her response.

Hermione couldn't breathe for a moment. She swallowed and looked into his eyes. "Now….normally I would blame this on the hormones…but this is totally and completely me," she said, and brought his head down so that their lips could meet.

Draco was ecstatic. This meant that she felt the same way, right? His hands on her back pulled her flush up against him and he nipped her bottom lip for permission of entrance. Hermione parted her lips and their tongues danced. Her hands tangled in his hair and she made some sort of happy sigh.

Draco ran his hands up and down her back, unconsciously grinding his growing arousal against her. He heard her gasp and pulled back. He looked at her and took in her heavy breathing and swollen lips. "I'm sorry," his whispered, one hand coming around and resting on her stomach.

"Don't be," Hermione answered, arms going around his neck and hugging him. She pulled back and looked up, then started laughing. "You know…you didn't have to use that as an excuse to kiss me."

Confused, Draco followed her gaze and saw a sprig of mistletoe. With a laugh, he answered, "Believe me…I didn't put that there." He looked back at her and gave her a soft kiss. "Let's go eat," he said and led her back to the table.

A/N:I hoped you liked it! If you want a visual of the dress she wore, here's the link!