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Chapter Ten

Over the next few weeks, Hermione busied herself with work. Before she knew it, the time had come for her next appointment with Ginny. As promised, she would be allowing Malfoy to attend and would be bringing Harry as emotional support.

She and Harry arrived a little early and took seats in the waiting room. Malfoy had obviously not arrived yet so Hermione occupied herself with an old magazine. Harry found a Quidditch magazine and didn't look up from it until Malfoy burst through the door.

"Morning, Potter," he said, taking a seat next to him. "Granger."

Hermione merely nodded in his general direction. The two were still, obviously, not getting along. They had been forced to spend quite a bit of time together organising for their move in June to Hogwarts. Despite the protests of both of them, Dumbledore had informed them that in order to accommodate for their baby, they would have to share a suite whilst living at the castle. Hermione had a suspicious feeling that her old Headmaster was plotting against them.

They would be required at the castle almost as soon as the students left for their summer holiday. Over the summer break, they would spend their time reading and studying for their upcoming teaching roles, attending teaching lessons and seminars, and reacquainting themselves with the castle.

At that time, Hermione would be approximately seven months pregnant. She was glad that much of her summer would be spent reading, allowing her the rest and relaxation she knew she would need at that point in her pregnancy. Malfoy would, unfortunately, be by her side much of the time as they would be forced to live together. Though it could come in handy at times, when she had pregnancy cravings for instance, Hermione knew it would not be a very enjoyable summer.

"Hermione Granger."

The three of them rose and entered into Ginny's office. Harry kissed her in greeting and took a seat behind her desk. Ginny gave Hermione a warm hug and, surprisingly, shook Malfoy's hand.

"I thought you said he'd be bringing someone, Hermione," Ginny asked, giving her a quizzical look.

"That's what I thought too."

"Blaise was unable to make it today. He sends his apologies."

The polite conversation over, Hermione lay down on the examination table. Malfoy stood stiffly beside the bed, watching Ginny rather than looking at the mother of his child.

"Now, you're almost four months along," Ginny said as she cast her wand over Hermione's belly. "At this stage, we're able to tell the sex of the baby. Do either of you want to know?"

"No!"

The two of them objected in unison, startling Ginny slightly. Hermione was glad they could at least agree on this small point and smiled to herself.

"I'd like to know," Harry said, grinning.

"Definitely not, Harry Potter," Hermione said, chuckling. "And Ginny, I forbid you to tell him!"

The rest of the appointment was fairly routine. It seemed her baby was growing at an appropriate rate and appeared very healthy. Despite still not feeling particuarly maternal, Hermione was relieved to hear this.

As she got up from the examination table, she saw Harry and Malfoy laughing off to the side. Ginny saw what she was looking at.

"I've never really understood it either," she said. "They were such enemies once upon a time. And now look."

Hermione smiled at her friend, shrugging her shoulders. She sometimes felt as if Harry was betraying her, even though she knew this was ridiculous. She hated Malfoy so much and wanted her friends to feel the same. But Harry greatly respected Malfoy, even if Hermione or Ginny couldn't see why.

"I'll see you again next month," Ginny said. "Well, Hermione and Harry, I'll see you tonight, but Malfoy, I'll see you next month!"

Harry decided to stay with Ginny, so Hermione and Malfoy left the office. Once out of the waiting room, they stopped and turned to face each other.

"I guess I'll see you in a month, Granger."

"I guess so. Seeya."

Turning their backs on each other, they walked in opposite directions, not looking back.