'Since when have you been able to do that?' Draco demanded.

'Since the middle of sixth year,' Hermione answered innocently, but looking very worried.

'Why didn't you tell me?'

'Well, I'm sorry, but I didn't see the opportune moment for such a thing. What was I supposed to say? "Draco, thank you so much for making breakfast, and by the way, I can do wandless magic?" '

'Wandless, non-verbal magic' Draco added, crossing his arms.

'Well, it's not like I had any ulterior motives in not telling you,' Hermione said, annoyed.

'How does something like that "slip your mind" though?' he asked, looking her in the eye. He looked extremely hurt.

'You can't possibly think I distrust you.'

'Well, what am I supposed to think?' Draco demanded.

'Draco, I seriously forgot. Well, all right, that first morning I was fully aware of it, but after that, it didn't cross my mind. I usually use my wand at school, so people don't see, so it's really a habit to use my wand. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have used my powers just now. I would have marched over there and snatched the wand, or had you disarm Aria with your wand,' she explained all in one breath.

Draco looked a bit peeved still, but he had relaxed more.

'Hey,' she said, touching his arm, ' If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have eaten those pancakes, right?' she added. A smile played at the corners of Draco's mouth.

'Not unless you had a death wish,' he said, continuing the joke.

'And,' Hermione added, 'Would I kiss you if I didn't trust you?'

'I should certainly hope not,' he murmured, putting his hands on her hips, and then sliding them around her waist. Hermione ran her hands up his arms, and wound her arms around his neck as they kissed deeply. Draco moved backwards to the sofa and pulled Hermione down with him. Luckily for the sanity of their child, some else caught them snogging like mad on the sofa.

'You guys never get sick of each other,' Ginny's voice called from the entrance to the room. Draco and Hermione broke apart and hastily straightened themselves out as they sat up.

'Why does she always seem to come in at the worst moments?' Draco muttered. Hermione poked him to hush him up.

'Hello Ginny,' Hermione greeted.

'What brings you here?' Draco burst out bluntly.

'Poor boy,' Ginny teased. 'Going through withdrawal already?'

Draco glared at her.

'Anyway,' Ginny continued, unconcerned. 'Before I interrupted you two, I was planning on just popping in to return Hermione's robes and share some news over a cup of tea.'

'Well, gossip and tea sounds like great fun,' Draco said sarcastically, 'But I've got to go...uh... straighten up my study.' He Disapparated with a pop.

'By the way, I already put your robes back, 'Mione, and all I can say is I'm glad you two were down here, and I'm glad I knocked at your room first, in case you had been up there,' Ginny said, shaking herself. 'So, anyhow, time to get down to the news, which incidentally is news, not gossip, like your charming husband was so kind to assume.'

'How about some Butterbeer instead of tea,' Hermione suggested.

'Thanks.'

Hermione waved her hand and two bottles appeared on the table.

'So, spill,' Hermione said, taking a gulp of the warm liquid.

'I am pregnant with number two,' Ginny announced proudly, a hand on her stomach.

'Good for you!' Hermione congratulated.

'So, any more on the way for you?' Ginny asked significantly.

Hermione turned pink. 'No. I would have told you.'

Ginny looked disappointed. 'I thought we might be pregnant at the same time again,' she admitted.

'Sorry,' Hermione said.

'Does Draco want another baby?' Ginny asked, just as the man himself walked in, drinking a bottle of Butterbeer.