Draco groaned as he laid there for a minute remembering the night before. His arm was over his eyes, blocking the bright sunlight that was fueling his raging headache.

"Bixby." He half said, half groaned.

The elf apparated into the room with a loud crack, making both occupants wince. "Yes master?"

"We are in desperate need of two bottles of hangover potion." He said. The elf nodded and apparated away only to be back within a minute.

The elf gave a bottle to each person and disappeared. Draco sat up in bed and drank the potion quickly and then fell back to wait for the potion to take effect.

Hermione also drank the potion quickly, anything to get rid of the damn headache. She could feel her headache diminishing within a minute and she sighed in relief as she started to feel better. She looked around again, still holding the blanket close to her chin. Draco was still laying down, an arm still over his eyes, the sheet covering all essential parts.

"Do you remember…?" She asked hesitantly, not sure what to say.

"Yes, of course I bloody well remember." Draco responded, not bothering to move.

Hermione pursed her lips, not thrilled about his response. "You shouldn't have gotten me so drunk." She said petulantly.

"Me? I got you drunk?" Draco asked incredulously, still not moving from his spot. "Last I checked you were a grown woman and could take care of yourself." He shot back.

"Well, you were the one ordering all the wine." She argued.

"You were the one drinking all of it!" He shot back.

"You shouldn't have taken advantage of me!" Hermione said, her anger rising.

Draco then shot up and looked at her. "I took advantage of you?!" He yelled. "Obviously, someone doesn't remember what happened last night, because I did no such thing!"

Hermione crossed her arms over the blankets. "Well, I obviously wouldn't have done this…" She motioned to each other. "…on my own volition!" She yelled back.

"Excuse me, but I do recall someone challenging me to show her 'all of me'." Draco said, pulling up memories from the night before.

Hermione blushed as she recalled. "Yes, but you're the one who jumped on me and practically ravished me!" She yelled, her voice getting louder.

Draco glared at her and then quickly got out of bed, taking the sheet with him. "I can't believe this." He said as he walked away from her to the bathroom. "Don't try to pretend you're innocent in this because it takes two to tango. Just remember that." He said as he slammed the door behind him.

Hermione shook her head in disgust as soon as the door closed. What a bloody prat. She thought to herself. No more drinking for you. She got out of bed and quickly put a robe on and sat in one of the chairs waiting for him to get out of the bathroom so she could get ready.

**********

Hermione was once again sitting in the library when Draco came in. He barely looked at her and sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room. She sighed. It had been two weeks since the "incident" and neither Hermione nor Draco had brought the subject up, in fact, they barely even acknowledged the other's existence.

"My parents called today, they would like to come over for dinner and meet your parents." Hermione called out.

Draco looked up in surprise at the voice, since they hadn't willingly talked to each other for the past two weeks. "When?" He called back wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

"In a week." She answered. "Do you think your parents will agree?"

"I don't know, let's find out, shall we?" He said as he stood up and walked back towards the door. She followed him out and down the hallway to find both his parents in their library.

"What brings the happy couple here?" Lucius said sarcastically when he saw his son and his wife come into the room. Narcissa looked up from her book expectantly.

"Go on, ask them." Draco prodded, smirking at the fact that he was throwing her under the bus, so to speak.

Hermione glared at him for making her do all the talking. "My parents would like to visit." Hermione started.

"And what does that have to do with us?" Lucius asked, his eyebrow quirked.

"They would like to have dinner with all of us." She finished, looking at the ground.

Draco waited for his parents to explode about how they wouldn't lower themselves to dine with muggles and his father did not disappoint him.

"There is absolutely no way…" Lucius started when he was cut off by his wife.

"You know, I was in Diagon Alley this morning, visiting the same shops as always…" Narcissa said suddenly. "…when someone stopped me to congratulate me on having such a well known war hero marry into my family."

Lucius looked at Narcissa carefully. "And why did you interrupt me with this useless piece of information?"

Narcissa narrowed her eyes at her husband but continued. "She wasn't the only person who has talked to me about our son's nuptials. In fact, having, Hermione…" She said slowly, as if she wasn't used to calling her by her name. "…in our family has raised our status quite a bit. Everyone believes that we have lost all our prejudices against mudbl…I mean, muggleborns." She looked at Hermione appraisingly.

Lucius finally caught on to what his wife was saying. "I see. So, perhaps having her parents over for dinner wouldn't be such a bad idea." He said, the information sinking in.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the blatant manipulation of the public's opinion based solely upon her somewhat forced marriage. "I hope that this means you won't be insulting my parents." Hermione said, hoping for a peaceful dinner.

Draco smirked. He couldn't imagine his parents actually eating at the same table as muggles. In fact, he thought it would have never been possible.

Narcissa smiled an obviously fake smile. "Of course dear, we're all…family, now aren't we?" She said a little too nicely. "When were you planning for it?"

"A week from now, next Saturday." Hermione answered, wishing the conversation would end so that she could leave the room.

"Very well, we'll have the elves cook up something grand." Narcissa said. "Won't we, Lucius?"

Lucius nodded his head. "Of course. A brilliant idea my darling wife."

Draco frowned at the turn of events. He was hoping his parents would have put a stop to having her parents over but obviously that wasn't going to happen. Now he had another awkward dinner to look forward to. As if his life hadn't been full of awkward moments as of late. "Well, that's all. Good night Father, Mother." Draco said as he turned on his heel and left the room.

"Good night." Hermione called, following him out of the room as quickly as possible.

***********

Hermione awoke with an awful feeling. She bolted from bed and got to the bathroom just in time to empty her stomach. She rested her head against the cool porcelain and sighed. She had had this stupid stomach flu for the past 2 days already. She could barely keep down anything. Even Draco was starting to get concerned.

There was a knock on the door and she knew Draco was behind it. "Are you okay in there? Seriously, I think you need to see a healer. Your parents are coming over for dinner tonight and maybe a healer can give you a potion or something for the flu."

She sighed again before another wave of nausea hit her. After a minute she got up off the floor and went to the sink. She cleaned herself up and brushed her teeth and left the room to see Draco waiting for her, an almost concerned look on his face.

"Perhaps you're right. I don't want to give this to any of my family and I'm somewhat surprised you haven't caught it yet. This is the most awful flu I have ever had." She said as she got back into bed. She looked at the clock. 6:00am. She groaned and flopped back down.

Draco got into bed next to her. "Good. This is the third day of being sick and like you said, I don't particularly feel like getting this flu. It looks downright awful." He said looking at his wife's pale face. "I'll call for the healer to come by this morning."

"You mean I don't have to go anywhere?" She asked turning her head to look at him.

Draco chuckled. "No, of course not. We have our own private healer who does house calls."

"Right." She said before falling back asleep.

She awoke to the sound of a door opening and closing and saw an older man wearing the blue robes of a healer walking towards her. Draco was standing near the door, watching everything. She attempted to sit up when another wave of nausea hit her but luckily was able to keep it down. The healer got to her side of the bed and looked at her carefully.

"You may leave now, Mr. Malfoy." The healer said.

Draco looked surprised but then nodded his head. "Let me know when I can come back in." He said and then promptly left the room.

"So, Mrs. Malfoy, what seems to be the problem?" The man asked with a kind smile.

"I have had the most dreadful stomach flu. My parents are coming over and I was hoping you could give me something to settle my stomach." She said, pushing some stray hairs out of her face.

"The stomach flu, you say?" The healer asked taking out his wand. "For how long?"

"This is the third day." She answered as he started to wave his wand over her, mumbling some spells to himself.

His wand turned a bunch of different colors, first white then yellow then green. He smiled warmly and looked at her. "So, tell me, what is the worst time of the day for your nausea?"

Hermione thought about that for a moment. "I would have to say in the mornings. But I generally don't feel so well throughout the day." She answered.

The healer nodded his head. "Well, Mrs. Malfoy, you certainly don't have the stomach flu." The healer said smiling.

"No? Then what it is?" Hermione asked, completely perplexed about what was wrong with her.

"Congratulations. You're having a baby." The healer said kindly.

"WHAT?!?!" Hermione yelled out. "You can't be serious!"

Just then Draco burst into the room. "Is everything okay in here? I thought I heard you scream."

The healer looked over at him and smiled. "Everything is fine, Mr. Malfoy. Please give us a few more minutes and your wife can explain everything to you."

Draco looked at his wife and she nodded her head. He then exited the room again, closing the door behind him.

The healer then looked back at Hermione and took a few potions out of his bag. "Take this blue one for the nausea every day. It will keep the morning sickness at bay. I'm not saying it will get rid of all of it, but it should curb it some. And take this pink one every morning. These are your pre-natal vitamins. I will have my office send you a monthly supply every month."

Hermione nodded dumbly. "Are you sure, sir? I mean, are you sure I'm really pregnant?"

The healer just smiled. "I'm sure this comes to a shock to you, but yes I am absolutely sure. You're a married woman; surely you have nothing to worry about. This should be a joyous occasion." The healer said a little confused.

"Oh yes. Joyous. Occasion. That's what it is." She said slowly.

He handed her a blue and pink bottle. "Please take these two now."

She dutifully drank both, surprised at their rather pleasant taste.

"Okay, Mrs. Malfoy. I'm going to let your husband back in so you can share the news. I will be sending you more potions tomorrow." He said leaving the room.

He opened the door and told Draco he could enter. Draco walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He walked over to the bed, seeing the empty potion bottles on the table.

"Did he give you something for the flu?" He asked, pointing at the empty bottles.

"No." She answered, looking down at her hands.

He wrinkled his brow in confusion. "Did he tell you what's wrong with you?" He asked, trying to figure out why she was being so hesitant.

"Yes." She answered, not offering any information.

"Well, for Merlin's sake woman, tell me!" He said, his patience running thin.

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at him. "I'm pregnant." She said as she watched his eyes go as wide as saucers and all the blood drain out of his already pale face.

"Come again? I'm certain I didn't hear you correctly." Draco said, his voice shaking.

"I'm pregnant." She said again, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

Draco was silent and then sat down on the bed next to her. "How did this happen?" He said almost to himself.

"Well, you see, a couple of weeks ago…" Hermione started when she was cut off.

"I remember and I don't need to be reminded." Draco said rudely while running a hand through his pale blond hair.

"You must not have performed a contraception spell." Hermione said annoyed at his irresponsibility.

"I was bloody drunk at the time, if you don't remember." Draco argued back.

"Well, you still should have remembered!" Hermione said, her voice rising in anger. "If you would've remembered the damn spell, we wouldn't be in this mess."

Draco looked at her darkly. "You're a witch, too if I'm not mistaken. You could've cast one yourself!" He said, anger entering his voice.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "This shouldn't have happened." She said, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Damn right it shouldn't have happened." Draco angrily agreed. "But it did and now we have to live with it. And I'm not letting you blame me for the whole thing because you were there too."

Hermione huffed. She wasn't used to a man who wouldn't let her get her way. Ron had usually just let her get mad and he'd feel bad and say he was sorry. No matter who was at fault. Harry, too. But not Draco. No. He had to argue with her and challenge her. She actually kind of liked that, not that she would admit it. "I can't believe I'm pregnant with your baby!" She seethed.

"Well of course it's my baby. It couldn't be anyone else's." He shot back.

"You're insufferable." She said, glaring at him.

He narrowed his eyes back at her. "Look, I'm going to say it's the hormones talking and attempt to not fight with you. We can cancel dinner tonight if you'd like." Draco said, trying to keep his cool.

"No." She answered immediately. "I just wouldn't like to tell them so soon." She said, looking away from him.

Draco nodded his head. "Fine, I won't say anything." He got up and went towards the door. "When you're feeling a little more pleasant, come down and join us for lunch."

He shut the door behind him and Hermione put her head in her hands. What am I going to do? She thought to herself. How are two people who barely get along going to raise a baby?

A/N: I told you it was going to interesting. :-) In fact, so interesting, I couldn't wait to write it right away! Thank you everyone for all your support and reviews. They are all really uplifting. It's going to be a bumpy ride for the new couple...can't wait to dream up the rest! Please keep reviewing and letting me know what you think! It's really the best encouragement there is! ~Chrissy