"No."
Hermione stomped her foot, crossing her arms over her chest. "This is ridiculous! Ron is my friend."
"And Astoria is mine; can I go and check out her new apartment?" The blonde haired wizard raised an eyebrow.
She narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend, scowling. "It's not the same! He's been my best friend for years."
He looked calmly into the blue mugs of tea, stirring three times before picking one up and handing it to Hermione, then taking a sip of his own. "I'm just not comfortable with it."
As Hermione caught a whiff of the tea, sickness immediately swelled in her stomach and she clamped a hand to her mouth.
"Are- are you okay, baby?" Draco stuttered as his witch vomited into the sink. The sounds of coughing and gagging filled his ears as he pulled back her hair into his hands, sighing.
When the sickness finally came to a stop, a very pale Hermione leant into Draco's strong chest, wiping her mouth and sighing. "I forgot to mention – I don't get on with tea anymore." And she then giggled, reaching for the glass of water Draco had made up for her.
"If you want to see Ron's new apartment, I'll come with you."
Hermione shook her head rapidly, "I don't think so – remember what happened last time the two of you were put in the same room?"
He frowned as he put Hermione's now empty glass back onto the kitchen side, "And whose fault was that?"
Smiling and cupping her barely visible baby bump, she walked out of the living room and perched on the arm of the sofa, "I wasn't saying it was your fault, just that you two don't get on. Please, just let me go and see him!"
"We have something more important to discuss anyway," He stated as he sauntered into the living room, slumping onto the sofa and pulling Hermione onto his lap, "Godparents."
The witch rolled her eyes, "Not Blaise, we'll end up with the baby knowing how to smoke before it knows how to cry!"
Draco chuckled, "I agree with you there, but how are we going to break that news to him?"
"Get Daphne to do it!"
"Yes, she seems to have softened him... What about Theo and Luna?" Draco mused as he stroked Hermione's slightly swollen belly.
She smiled, "I really want Harry and Ginny to do it… but I guess they can be middle names or something, I think Luna and Theodore would be good for the baby – they're great parents."
Nodding, Draco replied, "I agree. When are we going to get everyone round to tell them then?"
"As soon as I can go more than two hours without being sick!" Hermione sighed, wriggling into the plush sofa.
"I still imagine Blaise will be a puddle of tears on the floor when he finds out he isn't godfather... Maybe we should let him choose the middle name?" He openly cringed at this suggestion.
"Please tell me you're joking? It well end up being called 'human' or something equally ridiculous!" She laughed as she switched on the television.
"That's true… oh Merlin, you're putting the muggle box on again? You end up crying at adverts of puppies and kittens every time it goes on!"
"I'm sure you'd rather me crying at adverts of cute animals than so angry I'm throwing chairs at you…"
"Who would do-?" Draco said sceptically.
"-Ginny, Ginny threw a grand total of seven chairs at Harry during her pregnancy, as well as a whole cupboard of glasses ended up being smashed, and many nights slept separately." She chuckled to herself.
"And you wanted that woman to be our baby's godmother?" He raised his eyebrows.
She swatted him playfully, "Oh, leave her alone! Be quiet now, I'm putting The Notebook on."
He sighed heavily, pulling Hermione closer to him and getting ready for a long two hours of soppy romance and a tear-soaked shirt.
A/N- Well I am terribly sorry about my very long absence from this story! I've been so busy lately, and had a sort of writers block, but I seem to be okay now and I have more time for writing! I hope this chapter is enjoyed, thank you so much for the lovely reviews everyone and I would love it if you would continue to let me know how I'm doing on this and if you're enjoying it :) Until next time, when everyone else finds out about the baby!
