A/N: so at school, we did a flash mob to , "All I Want For Christmas," by Mariah Carrey. It was really fun, but now it's to the 2 ½ weeks off of school. I'm training my mind for the New Year. Anyway, for those of you who've been wondering where Hermione is, this chapter has her in it and she becomes a key player in the story, so hope you like it.

Oh, yeah and sorry for any spelling mistakes because I wrote this all in one day.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Narcissa pushed a loose strand of blond hair out of her sleeping husband's face. He was so peaceful, so content in his sleep, not a care in the world was display on his face. He was just peaceful. Narcissa smiled at the thought, her husband had never had time to sleep and now, after the war, he'd finally gotten it.

During the war, she'd been tempted to obliviate him and Draco as well. She knew it was a stupid idea, but perhaps with her share of the Malfoy and Black inheritance, she'd be able to get them some place far far away, some place where they'd be safe. "Thinking of everyone else again, dear?" Lucius would've said to her if she'd brought up the subject. But what could she say, she was a wife, a mother, and a woman, she came last, her family came first. And now that the war was over, she'd been paying more attention to the two than ever.

She'd made sure Lucius had taken his medicine when he was supposed to, sent him to bed early, gave him lights meals, cleaned him, and did just about everything she could to ensure his health. Draco, unfortunately, was a completely different story. Since the beginning of the war, Draco had been a completely different person. He was fragile, prone to break at the slightest touch. He'd also gotten a bit paler and thinner, just blaming it on the stress.

Still, stress was a bad thing, especially for a wizard as old as Draco, and unknowingly, to Narcissa, a pregnant wizard as old as Draco.

When she'd found out about the pregnancy, she'd connected the dots and had figured out that Draco had been pregnant during the war. That had to be hell for him, and she as his mother blamed herself.

But her thoughts had also been plagued with the thought of losing her beloved to the Dark Mark. At the mention of the idea, she'd fought hard to restrain the tears that threatened to fall, and she did so until the two left Draco's hospital room and she could be alone with Lucius. She'd cried into Lucius chest, and cried harder when he'd wrapped his arms around her to comfort her.

Their marriage wasn't arranged, she'd accepted Lucius' proposal because she loved him. It wasn't for money, it wasn't for political views or bloodline, it was out of love. Something that most purebloods didn't marry for.

At this moment, she'd found herself hugging her husband who was now in a deep sleep. She'd pulled him up so that his head rested on her chest as she sat next to the bed on an old wooden chair. She'd closed her eyes and inhaled his scent the best she could, but her tears were preventing her from doing so.

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Since the hospital stay, things had changed a lot for Draco. Firstly, he needed to be less stressed; he was very close to losing the baby. It seemed that knowledge had caused more stress as well. Secondly, steer clear of Harry, but it was almost impossible when the baby's magick was pulling him towards Harry like a magnet, and when Harry was following Draco as well.

In the end, he'd concluded that Blaise must've told Harry something out of anger. He'd decided to find out what it was later, but at the moment, he was still thinking.

Lucius was another thought that had slithered into his mind. After everything, his father still proved to be the selfish insane pureblood that he'd always been. The thought hurt, it hurt a lot. All he'd wanted was his father's acceptance, but if it meant losing the only part of Harry inside of him that he'd be proud to keep, he'd just have to allow his father to disown him. Luckily though, he'd been given a spell that would prevent him from showing, so maybe he could keep it away from Harry.

So with a sigh, he'd slowly walked out of the bathroom and made his way out into the hallway and had begun preceding to the Great Hall for breakfast. He'd dreaded this more than anything. He knew that he'd receive stares and questions, a lot of both. He really didn't have to stomach for breakfast either, but Blaise insisted that he join them all, he'd even said Ginny would be eating with the Slytherins.

He smiled to himself; at least his friends would be there.

So with a bit more confidence, he'd begun walking faster to the Great Hall until he was close enough to see the door, and then the strangest thing happened.

It was as if she was a blur, Granger that is. She'd been covering her mouth and looking down while running at the same time and consequently slammed right into Draco's chest, and mumbled a muffled, "Sorry!" And she continued running. He'd stood still until her footsteps eventually faded, leaving him in the hallway by himself to think about what happened.

He'd thought that maybe it was all in his imagination and continued to the Great Hall.

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Everything would've been perfect, completely perfect, if Harry wasn't following him like he was his prey and Granger wasn't missing. Why did he even care about Granger? They'd never actually had a real conversation, and the last time they did, it was about something he really didn't understand and didn't care to understand either. And to make matters worse, every time he'd looked in Granger's vacant seat, Harry's eyes locked on his, and as they did this, the magick within his abdomen flared and yearned for that of Harry's.

And then it was Pansy who'd broken his gaze this time. "Draco!" she'd said frantically, "there's blood on your chest!" At this, all heads turned towards Draco who'd stood up and surveyed himself. Harry stood up as well. "Seriously!" he'd said to himself at the site of Potter standing too. The heads turned towards the Gryfindor table which gave Draco a chance to sit and attempt to make himself scarce.

For a while, all was silent, and then the Head Mistress ordered all back to their seats and Draco had silently excused himself, but then stopped. "Ginny?" he's asked, sitting back down and turning towards the stray Gryfindor. "Yes Draco?" she's asked as she'd forked around her food. He'd laughed at that, she really never did like the Hogwarts good, she'd said it was too artificial for her and that she'd rather prefer her mother's food.

"Where's Gran_Hermione? Have you seen her anytime today?" he'd silently asked. For a moment, Ginny stopped and stared, "yeah, she seemed a bit sick though. I think she has a cold." Draco nodded, thanked Ginny, and walked out of the Great Hall.

He'd put his hand on his chest and trembled at the feeling of cold blood soaking into his clothes. The last person to touch his chest was Granger, and now she wasn't at the table and Ginny was saying she was sick? Had she hurt herself or something?

"Don't stress yourself out!" he'd told himself as he'd stalked the hallways for the brunette witch, "Just see if she's okay and be done with it." And then he'd heard the eerie cough coming from a corner in the hallway.

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Okay, so next chapter, I'm going to try to write more about Draco's feelings and more about Lucius. Draco is going to start to get weaker and weaker the longer he bares the mark and Lucius needs to get healthy enough to conjure enough magick to renew. So now I'm off to dinner to eat a bowl of cereal. My mom didn't feel like cooking today since we've been out all day, and personally, I haven't had cereal in a while so I don't' mind.

Oh, and if you like Lucius mpreg, than I have a story up for it, so read that if you want to. Anyway, if anyone knows anything about the word psi or psion, pm me. I think you know what it's about. So, enough of that and all have a Merry Little Christmas, and God bless!