"You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness."

— Julia Roberts


Blaise, Hermione, and Theo all stared at each other for a moment before Theo started cackling. Hermione shook her head and left the room, returning shortly with her shoes and bag.

"Take him to your place or something, I need to go see Sirius. Contingencies need to be made." Hermione muttered. Blaise looked like he was about to argue but stopped when she growled at him. He held his hands up in surrender and watched her disappear in a swirl of green flames.

When Hermione made it to Grimmauld, Harry and Ginny were there in the kitchen along with Sirius, enjoying a cup of tea. Harry just smiled at her and made her a cup, used to Hermione popping in at odd hours.

"Good timing!" Sirius crowed as Hermione joined the three at the table. She raised an eyebrow as she brought her cup of tea up to her lips. "Your house jewels just came in." Sirius continued.

"House Jewels?" Harry asked, and Sirius turned to him.

"Yeah, most old houses have a certain type of stone associated with them and they are worn for important events and such. House Black uses Gold and Pearls, because they symbol purity, Rhodium, because it symbolizes wealth, and Garnets, because the nobility used them. The Potters use rubies, smoky quartz, and rose gold I think." Sirius explained, scratching the back of his head.

"So, you're trying to give me jewelry?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"Yes. But don't worry, I didn't go overboard with yours." He accioed something and a small box flew into his palm. When he opened it the three saw a small gold band inside. Inset in the band were alternating pearls and garnets, but overall it was small, considering the giant signet ring Sirius himself wore.

"I guess it could have been worse. Do I have to wear it?" She asked, taking a closer look at it.

"Yes." Sirius simply replied before sighing. "It symbolized your house, but I also had it layered with protective charms, wards, and the band even has a mix of glyphs and runes worked into it." Hermione didn't respond to him, instead she took the ring out and slid it onto her left pinkie, as one would do with a signet ring. It resized immediately, and she felt the protections come to life. Sirius gave her an outrageous smile and she returned it.

"So, is this a social visit?"" Ginny asked, once the box for her ring had been put away, and Hermione seemed to deflate in front of them.

"Not exactly." She replied, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, pushing his glasses up. She twisted her hands together in her lap and refused to make eye contact with anyone. "Hermione?"

"I'm pregnant." She blurted, once the tension grew uncomfortable and everyone stared at her in shock.

"Uh…" Sirius began elegantly, and Hermione burst into tears. "Shit." He muttered, pulling her into a hug.

"Draco's?" Ginny asked, after Hermione calmed own, and the brunette nodded. "Does he know?" again Hermione nodded. "Guess he didn't take the news well." Ginny muttered.

"No. he didn't." Hermione said with a small laugh before sighing. "He didn't get it was his, and once he did, he fainted." Harry stared at his long-time friend for a minute before he burst out laughing, sliding out of his chair and clutching his sides.

"Oh! He's going to be pissed when he wakes up." Harry got out before chortling. He sat up and screwed his face into a sneer. "'Malfoys do not faint'" He mimicked, before falling back and laughing again. Sirius joined in on Harry's laughter after a second, and soon the four were clutching their stomachs, laughing so hard tears streamed down their faces.

After a while they had calmed down and everyone regained their seats. Every couple of seconds Harry would let out a chuckle but the rest managed not to dissolve into giggles every few seconds.

"So, did you leave him passed out on you floor to come here?" Ginny asked, a wicked glint in her eyes.

"No, I told Blaise and Theo to take him." She replied, and Ginny pouted.

"I wanted to go take a picture." Harry laughed at his wife's reply, almost falling out if his chair again, before he recovered and tried to look contrite under Hermione's glare.

"Want to crash here?" Sirius offered, and she nodded.

"Yes, thank you. In the morning we need to go over paperwork. If he decides to be an ass, the baby needs to be protected." She said, rubbing her forward, and Sirius nodded.

"You really think Malfoy's that much of a bastard that he won't want you or the kid?" Harry asked, suddenly serious.

"It doesn't matter what I think. To the world I'm an unmarried pureblood heir carrying the progeny of House Black and House Malfoy. According to old rules, I have no rights to the child. It would go to the father, and that's not happening." She replied after a minute of careful consideration. Harry gaped at her, but Ginny and Sirius just nodded.

"Alright," Sirius started, clapping his hands, "We should get some sleep, we have a lot to do in the morning. Everything will be okay. The House of Black protects its own. Have you seen a healer yet?" He asked, and Hermione shook her head no. "That will need to be scheduled soon. You'll be a high-risk pregnancy." Sirius said, and Hermione nodded, before hugging everyone and trudging upstairs.

Once she was gone, Sirius' face darkened considerably, and he stalked to the cabinet to get some firewhisky.

"If he thinks for a second, he can get away scot free for this, he doesn't really understand how his mother's house operates." Sirius muttered.


The next morning Hermione woke up to a tapping at the window. She rolled out of bed and let the owl in before rushing to the bathroom. After her morning sickness had passed, she brushed her teeth and went back to the owl to see what it wanted.

The owl was waiting patiently in her room and held out his leg delicately where a letter was tied to it. She removed it and gulped, recognizing Malfoys handwriting on the front. She didn't open it, deciding tea came first. She made her way into the kitchen to see Sirius sitting at the table holding a letter with the same handwriting on it. Tea was started, and he appeared to be waiting for his morning cuppa before he too attempted to read the missive.

Hermione made herself a cup when the kettle whistled, as well as one for Sirius, and joined him at the table, holding out her letter to him as well. He shrugged, down his tea, and ripped his open. Hermione followed his lead and opened her letter as well. The two read them and then switched.

Hermione,

We need to talk. Sorry I fainted. Malfoys don't faint.

I woke up on Blaise' couch and you weren't home.

We really need to talk face to face.

Send me a letter whenever you'd like to talk.

-Draco Malfoy

Sirius Black, Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black

I, Draco Malfoy, am writing you today on behalf of my House, and the injustice we have caused.

Regarding the matter of your Heir Apparent, House Malfoy will make no moves against them, nor seek to remove the child from the House of Black.

We understand that this is a difficult matter and wish to take an active role in the life that has been created, but we will do nothing until we have heard from you.

We wish there to be no strife between our Houses and hope an agreement can be made.

As the Head of House Malfoy, I would like the chance to do right by your Heir, and if both parties agree, enter into a courtship with intent to marry.

The House of Malfoy is at your disposal and should you wish to meet, please owl me at any time to arrange something.

-Draco Malfoy

Hermione and Sirius shared a look, understanding that Malfoy was giving Hermione all the power in whatever was to come. She gave out a sigh of relief and Sirius smiled at her.

"I guess we should all get together and talk." Sirius commented, and Hermione laughed at his suddenly blasé attitude.

Maybe contingencies weren't needed.


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