Don't know where else to take this so I think I may just end this here…thank you to everyone that has reviewed, favorite, and followed Snake Bitten and Snake Bitten Part 2! Without y'all I'd be lost!

Chapter 9.2

"Draco! Don't be so vulgar! Healer McElroy and your mother? I thought she said he was too young for her?" Hermione inquired. "I guess she changed her mind. You know? Now that I think about it; I could have sworn I heard her call him Lawrence while the babies were being born." Draco reminisced. "Really? Lawrence, huh? So just how long have they been seeing each other, I wondered?" Hermione questioned nobody in particular. "I guess we'll just need to ask them in the morning." Draco said with a sly smile that reached his eyes.

The next morning they sat at the breakfast table with the babies and awaited the two lover's arrival. When Narcissa finally showed, Healer McElroy was not with her. She blushed when she saw the expectant way Draco and Hermione looked at her. "Good morning, mother. Where's Lawrence?" he asked. "He went home. How do you know his first name?" Narcissa asked her son. "Well, you just confirmed it for me! I thought I heard you call him Lawrence when he was delivering the babies!" He snickered and she shot him a look that quieted him immediately. "Sorry mum. I don't mean to make fun of it. We are really happy for you. I can see you're happy. Just poking a little fun at you, you know?" Draco really was happy for her. She'd been so lonely for too long. She walked over to where Draco sat and swatted the back of his head. "Oi! What was that for?" he called out. "You deserved it! Leave your poor mother alone." Hermione laughed out loud.

A few hours later, all three babies were crying. They were all hungry; all at the same time. Hermione had to finally admit that she needed that breast pump contraption that Narcissa had bought for her. "Okay, I admit defeat dammit! Give me the blasted pump for crying out loud!" Hermione screamed out. Draco couldn't believe how frazzled she'd become. "I think you should just breathe, Hermione. You're nervous energy is upsetting the kids." As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn't. "I'm upsetting the kids? So you're saying I'm a bad mother? Well, the truth finally comes out!" She began to rant and then came the tears so Draco rushed over and pulled her into his arms. "I didn't mean to imply that, my love. Please don't cry! You're a terrific mother, really! Hermione please calm down." She began to sob, "I'm just so tired! I don't know how I thought I could handle three babies at once!" She buried her face into his chest. Draco wanted to say he was tired as well but what good would that do? She was already in a fragile state of mind. "I know you are. Maybe I could hire an Au Pair or two? That could alleviate some of the stress, don't you think?" He was not expecting the response he got. "I'm not having some stranger bringing up our children!" she cried out. Draco combed his hair back in frustration. He walked out of the room and came back with the breast pump. "Here, just start pumping and we can get the children fed and hopefully you can gain some of your senses back." What was he doing? He sounded so rude, but she was listening and doing what he asked.

Once she began pumping, the tension in the room began to dissipate. Narcissa grabbed the bottle from her as she finished and switched breasts. Draco fed Leonidas and Evangeline as Naganika patiently waited her turn. Draco noticed that Hermione was quiet and not talking at all to him. She's mad, he knows this, but he can't stay the calm one all of the time. The Malfoy fire seeps out from time to time, but he'd never raised his voice at Hermione; not like that. Narcissa could sense the tension. "Did I miss something? Why aren't you speaking to each other?" she whispered to her son. He looked up his mother and told her what had transpired between them. "Oh, um, probably not the best response, son. You're going to need to apologize and fast." She patted his shoulder and walked over to Hermione to check on the progress she was making. Draco looked over at his wife. She really didn't look mad just worn out. He spoke first, "How you doing babe?" Hermione gave him a small smile. "I'm going to finish pumping this bottle and I think I will go lie down if that's alright." Draco nodded, "That sounds good. Did you want me to come with you?" Hermione answered, "No, I think I just need a little alone time. You were right. I really am getting too worked up. I can understand you snapping at me like you did." Draco let her go and nap as he took the children down to the first floor sitting room with his mother.

"Is my daughter okay, Draco dear?" Narcissa inquired of her son. She knew the answer of course but she wanted to hear it from him. Draco pushed his hair back in frustration and sighed. "Well she seems okay but I still feel wretched for yelling at her. I have never raised my voice to her, ever. I felt like," "Don't you dare finish that sentence, Draco! You are nothing like your father, nothing like him!" Narcissa interjected. Draco began to feel as if he would cry, but he didn't want to cry in front of the babies. "I don't want to feel this way, but I can't help it mother. I am tired as well, but how can I tell Hermione that? She does more for the babies than I do." Narcissa rolled her eyes at him and laughed, "Only because you can't breast feed my dear boy." Draco laughed as well. "Okay, then, when you put it like that, it makes sense."

Hermione woke up three hours later and lay in the quietness of the bedroom. She looked around the room and realized how alone she was. It was nice, she thought, but way too lonely without her babies and Draco there with her. "Draco?" she called out but there was no answer. "He must be downstairs with Narcissa and the babies," she thought to herself. She got up and pumped some more bottles to store and jumped in the tub to soak in a nice, hot bath. Twenty minutes later, Hermione was dressed and on her way down to meet her family when she heard a 'CRACK' from behind her. "Hello?" she called out. She didn't hear an answer and her heart began to race. Flashbacks of her kidnapping began to play in her mind as her trembling hand reached to open her bedroom door.

"Hermione?" It was Draco, thankfully, so Hermione could breathe again. She opened the door, "I was just on my way down to you guys, Draco." Draco walked over looking sullen. "What's wrong? Draco, I'm sorry for earlier, really I am. Please don't be upset with me. I love you." He could hear desperation in her voice, "I'm not upset, my love. That was me trying to be sexy. It needs work! " He laughed as he made his way over to his wife and she grabbed ahold of his sides and pulled him close. She breathed him in and felt all her worries from earlier float into space. "Mmmm, I missed you while you were gone. I woke up all alone. I thought I'd love it, but I did not like it one bit." Hermione smiled up at her husband as he smiled down at her. "The babies are fed and asleep in their bassinets in mum's parlor. Oh and 'Lawrence' is here as well. So, we have sometime if you wanna jump back into that bed." Draco lifted Hermione up into his arms and tossed her back onto the bed as she giggled at him. "Just don't get me pregnant!"

The End….maybe….