Draco was beginning to worry. For some reason there had been little word since the letter from Blaise. His father had apparently dropped of the face of the planet with no one able to find him. He tried to distract himself with his new wife and life at Hogwarts but something was holding him back. He had no idea what was wrong but he felt like something was about to change something epic.


Hermione had spent the morning locked in the bathroom too scared to move. She had become a lot closer to Draco since their marriage but she wasn't sure she was ready to talk to him about this. She knew that it would happen eventually it was a consequence of most marriages but she didn't think it would happen to her so young. Before working she worked herself into a fit she decided she would go and see Madam Pomfrey to get some tests done there was no use worrying Draco if there was nothing to worry about. She pulled herself together, did her hair and fixed her face before walking out of the bathroom to find Draco sitting on the couch reading a book.


"How are you?" Draco asked from behind the novel.

"I'm wonderful. Look I'm going to go to the library for the afternoon I'll meet you for dinner at the Great Hall." Hermione declared as she walked towards the portrait leading out of their common room. Before she could hear a reply she had already left her feet pushing her towards the hospital wing.


Draco didn't know what was wrong but he decided it was in his best interests to follow his wife. Not knowing what was wrong was hard but he needed to know why he had this sinking feeling that Hermione was lying to him. Since the marriage he felt that things had gotten better and they had become more honest with each other. Hermione passed the library and automatically Draco's heart sank. His wife the usual honest and kind Gryffindor had lied to him.


Hermione felt guilty as she passed the library doors but there was no way she was letting Draco feel the way she felt unless she was sure there was a reason. Walking into the hospital wing she felt a wave of sickness hit her. She ran towards a bin stationed near the door and before she could make a sound her breakfast decided to come back up. Her nerves were beginning to get to her and before she could chicken out she knocked on Madam Pomfrey's door.

"Miss Granger, what appears to be the problem?"


Draco couldn't hear the reply and did not want to startle Hermione so he sat just outside the hospital wing peering inside every now and then to see whether or not she had finished her tests. After an hour he heard some shuffling and decided to enter the hospital wing tired with waiting and frustrated that his wife would lie to him. Storming towards a bed he found Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed crying. His heart sank and he automatically felt guilty for having been mad with her.

"Hermione, what's the matter?"

"I-I-I-I'm," before she could finish she burst into tears again at the thought.

"I-I-I-I-I-I'm pregnant," she managed to get out before crying yet again.

Draco stood there unsure of what to do in this situation. He was overjoyed that they were expecting their first child but unsure as to how he should act..

"Why are you crying? Isn't this a good thing?"

"I'm too young to be pregnant and I'm scared."

"What's there to be scared of?"
"Your father."


I would like to deeply apologise for not having updated this story. I hope this chapter will do until I decide where I want it to go. I realise it is extremely short but the next one will hopefully be longer. I have also started a new Hermione/Blaise fanfic which you should check out on my page which should be updated more regularly than this. Please review and thank you for sticking with me.