a/n: Hey sorry for taking so long to update just been a little busy. Thank you to all who have reviewed and keep them coming. R&R
Hermione released the breath she was holding in. It had been three months since Harry turned himself in and she was still trying to find where they had placed him. Of course, Draco was no help. He just shrugged his shoulders and said 'they put him somewhere'.
Ginny had tried coaxing it out of him but the damn man would not budge. Hermione told Ginny about the pensives and tried to get her to come see them. However, Ginny said she could not handle watching her brother die no matter who killed him. Molly and Arthur refuse to even speak of Harry and instantly clammed up when his name was mentioned.
Which is why she was at Azkaban, again, for the hundredth time and was about to ask again for the hundredth time if she can talk to Harry Potter, even if it was just for five minutes.
"I've already told you miss, we can't let anyone in no matter who you are to him."
"This is ridiculous! Even Lucius Malfoy can get visitors and he is a death eater!"
"That's because none of Lucius Malfoy's visitors are willing to help him escape. Now you, on the other hand, are a different story."
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, I'm five months pregnant! How am I going to help Harry escape?"
The guard just shrugged his shoulders and turned his back towards her. Hermione felt her bottom lip begin to quiver. Oh no, she thought, not here… not now. She was not going to cry. Damn these unpredictable pregnancy hormones. She hated the fact that she started crying at the drop of a hat.
Wiping the tears that had fallen down her cheeks, she tapped the shoulder of the guard. He turned with a grunt, not even attempting to hide the ignorance on his face.
"I already told you, Miss, Harry Potter gets no visitors."
"Please, I'm begging you," Hermione grabbed his hand. "I can give you money."
She sounded frantic, and slightly crazed, but she just had to see him. The guard looked her up and down. His eyes lingered on her swollen breasts and then down to the grip she had on his hand.
"I don't need money but I can think of something you could give me." A sick smile spread across his face.
He eyed her breasts again and licked his fat lips. Hermione tried to step away from him but he grabbed her and pulled her close. She could feel his hot rotten breath against her face.
"No, stop." She pushed against his chest trying to get away.
"I believe she said no," a voice said from behind them.
Hermione felt the guard let her go. Her head hung low as the red creped onto her face.
"Mr. Malfoy, sir," the guard stammered. "I didn't see you there."
"I see that," Draco said, his mouth set in a grimace.
Hermione looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. Draco hated seeing women cry, especially the ones in his life. He scratched the back of his head as he studied her. Shaking his head, he motioned for her to come over to him. She rushed over and wrapped her arms around his midsection, crying into his robes.
"You're dismissed," he said coldly and as in control as he could with a sobbing woman hanging on to him.
He looked back down at Hermione, not quite sure what to do with her. He patted her head as if he would have patted a dog. Ginny was really rubbing off on him, he thought shaking his head.
"Stop crying," he ordered softly but she only cried louder. "Oh for goodness sake, I will take you to see Harry Bloody Potter if it will make you shut up."
Hermione poked her head up sniffling. "Really?"
"Will you stop crying?" Draco asked.
She nodded her head yes and stared up at him with big eyes.
"Then yes, I will."
"Oh, thank you, thank you." She hugged him tightly and, much to his distain, placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
"Stop that," he said swatting her off him. "Follow me, and try to act like you don't know me."
He stormed off, not even looking back to see if she was following. Hermione walked quickly, not wanting to lose him. After all, when was she going to get a chance like this again? Draco must of taken her the long way because all they seemed to be doing was climbing stairs.
After about the third flight, she had to call out to him to take a break. He stopped but made no effort to hide his impatience. When she said she was ready, he took off and, once again, Hermione was playing catch up. She could feel the sweat building up when they finally stopped.
"Here we are," Draco said, pointing to a metal door.
"He's in there?" she asked, moving to the door slowly.
Draco did not answer her. He just opened the door and partially shoved her in. She looked over her shoulder and shot him an annoyed look, to which he just shrugged and closed the door.
Hermione looked around the room. Well, it wasn't really a room, more like a corridor. She walked down the hallway, nervous of what she would find. As she neared the end, a guard stopped her. "State who you are here to see."
She gulped, hoping not to go through her last guard experience again. "Harry Potter."
He pulled his wand out and gestured for her hand. He tapped his wand to her palm and said a quick spell. Hermione watched in amazement as the palm of her hand turned green. The guard nodded his head and then motioned for her wand. She handed it over to him and he then led to a small room.
"Harry Potter will be in soon."
Hermione paced the small room. She was nervous. It would be the first time she saw him in five months and boy, did she have lots to tell him. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she did not hear him enter the room. He watched her for a few minutes as she paced, wringing her hands. She was just as beautiful as the last time he had seen her.
"Hello, Hermione," he whispered.
Hermione froze. He was here. She turned slowly and looked at him. He had lost weight and his hair seemed to have lost its shine. His eyes were dull but yet still full of emotion. She wanted to hold and punch him at the same time.
He was a sight for sore eyes. Hermione watched as his gaze paused at her belly. She smiled and walked over to him. Taking his hand, she placed it over the growing bump of her belly. Harry jumped slightly when he felt a small thump against his hand.
Hermione ran her hand down his face lovingly. "Harry, meet your son."
a/n: hoped you like it, I'm not really a fan of pregnant fics so its hard to wrap my head around this one. Anyway review folks, and thank you Hermisia for betaing.