Some people had some questions after chapter 3, so I hope this chapter answers them.

Chapter 4
Hermione glared at the pregnancy test in her hand. The healer said she would be able to conceive with little complication. So why hadn't it worked yet? Three weeks of trying daily, and she still wasn't pregnant. What bothered her more though was how unconcerned Draco seemed to be. She could almost feel his relief when she announced that she wasn't pregnant.

Entering his room, she flopped onto the bed and sighed. "I don't get it," she complained. "What am I doing wrong?"

Closing his book, he placed it on the nightstand. "What makes you think you're doing something wrong?" he wondered.

She glanced up at him and smirked. "Okay, fine. What are you doing wrong?" she inquired.

He gave one brown curl a tug. "Maybe neither one of us is doing something wrong," he reasoned. "Maybe you need to give it longer than a couple of weeks."

"But it's been three!"

He bit the inside of his cheek to stifle a laugh. "Okay, then give it a month," he suggested. "And I don't think stressing yourself out over this is helping."

She sat up and eyed him. "So I am doing something wrong then," she replied.

Shaking his head, he shifted closer to her. "No, I don't think you're doing anything wrong," he assured her. "I think it's like your research though. You get worked up over things when I really think you should just relax and let this happen in its own time. And we do have time."

"Okay, say I get pregnant the day before your thirtieth birthday," she said. "Does that still count? Or will you have to marry Astoria?"

"I think it counts," he replied, pulling her down to lay beside him. "Our baby will be the Malfoy heir from the moment of conception."

She placed her head on his shoulder. "Draco, I have to ask - did you know about the contract before?" she wondered.

Sighing, he tightened his hold on her. "I knew," he admitted. "My father told me about it when I was fourteen. Daphne Greengrass and I used to talk all the time, but then the war happened. You know how people treated me after that. When my parents never mentioned it again, I sort of assumed that the Greengrasses didn't want to go through with it anymore. No respectable Pureblood would want their daughter to marry a Death Eater."

"Then why enforce it now?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Our standing in society has improved," he told her. "Befriending you really seemed to change people's views on me. I became the Death Eater who the war heroine forgave. That's not why I did it though. You know that, right?"

"Well, I thought I did. Now I'm re-evaluating the last ten years," she joked. She turned to lay on her stomach and looked up at him. "I know that's not why you did it. You've been nothing but good to me since the war ended."

"Yeah, well, months of solitary confinement leave you with a lot of time to ponder your mistakes," he replied. "I regret the way I treated you back then."

"I know," she murmured. "But you've done more than enough to redeem yourself. Don't dwell on who you used to be."

He nodded, as if he could do that. As if he could forget the horrors of his past. As if he could forget all the years he had wasted teasing and taunting her. He thanked his lucky stars daily that she had found it in her heart to forgive him for his past misdeeds, and often told him they were worse in his mind than they really were. A few jokes about the volume of her hair or the size of her teeth hadn't bothered her. The mudblood comments had hurt more, but his friendship after the war meant too much to her to allow that to stand in her way.

"I wanted to be better for you," he confessed. "You were the only one who would talk to me that final year at school. After the trial, I had a feeling I'd spend the year alone. I wasn't sure where you and I stood when the conversation moved beyond parchment and quill. But there you were on the first day, offering to sit with me at the feast while Ginny Weasley glared daggers at us."

"I'm difficult to shake," she joked.

Draco chuckled. "Don't I know it," he replied. "But I like that you're a bit headstrong. I'd probably never get out of bed and nothing would get done if you didn't push me to do it."

Turning back onto her side, she placed her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, well, bed sores," she said. "Ron used to say I was too pushy. If that bothered you, you'd tell me, right?"

"Sure," he said quickly. "Well, probably not. You've gotten mad at me in the past, and it never bodes well for me. But it doesn't bother me. Do you think I would have stuck around for ten years if you bothered me?"

"I guess that's true," she replied. "Maybe I'm just worried that once we have a baby, you'll be stuck here with me. I don't want you to resent the baby or me because you didn't think you could tell me if something was wrong."

Crooking a finger beneath her chin, he tilted it up to look into her eyes. "I want you. I want this baby. I want to be a part of this family we'll create," he promised. "You know I'm scared. I've made no secret of that. It's my choice to have this baby with you though, and I want to do it. You've got enough on your mind. Don't add my feelings to your list of worries."

She offered him a sad smile. "You know I can't do that," she murmured.

"Yeah, I know," he replied. "But it was worth a try."

He released his hold on her chin and she rested against his shoulder once more. Of all the thoughts that swirled around her overactive mind, there was one at the forefront - what would a baby mean for their friendship? He called them a family, and they couldn't just be friends if they were a family. Or could they?

She didn't look at him as she asked, "What are we?"

Startled by her question, he attempted to sit up, dislodging her place against his side. "What do you mean?" he wondered, brows furrowed in confusion.

She sighed and sat up beside him. "I mean, we kiss, we shag," she replied, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. "That's not something friends do. So, are we more than friends? Are we a couple? Is all of this just until I get pregnant, and then we go back to the way things were before? We'll just be roommates and friends who happen to have a baby together."

"I don't know," he mumbled as he slid off of the bed. He rounded it and moved to the door. "I just...I don't know."