Hermione was pregnant. She'd visited Madame Pomfrey just to be sure, and the old witch had confirmed Hermione's biggest fear.

She sat through classes, feeling different. She felt like everyone was staring at her. She felt like everyone knew her secret.

Draco hadn't asked if she was pregnant or not. He just held her as she cried.

Hermione needed to be a better student. Since her marriage to Draco, she had always been distracted with one thing or another.

Draco watched his wife from across the Great Hall. It was killing him. Was she pregnant?

He didn't have the courage to ask her when she was sobbing.

But it was eating at him. Every time she moved, he wondered if he should be protecting her from harm.

After dinner, Hermione went in search for Ginny. She needed a girl through everything with her. Hermione kept everything in until it bottled up in anger, and she usually blew up at Ron.

She found Ginny in the library studying, and Hermione dragged her to the Room of Requirement. Hermione wasn't one to distract people from their studies.

"Mione, what's going on?" Ginny kept asking, worry in her voice.

"I'm pregnant."

Hermione watched as Ginny opened and closed her mouth several times, apparently speechless. It wasn't everyday Ginny Weasley was incapable of speech.

"I don't want to tell Draco." Hermione stated, debating how much she should tell Ginny.

She'd feel better if she told Ginny the whole shebang. But that would irritate Draco. And he wouldn't want Harry, or 'Pothead', getting in the way while trying to protect Hermione. Harry would also be affected, if she told the whole story. Harry would be constantly worrying about her, thus putting him in danger. After all, Harry was the only way her baby would have a happy, normal life.

She also knew Draco would be upset if he found out Hermione told Ginny before she told him. Hermione could see the curiosity and excitement on Draco's features. He thought he was ready to be a father. Hermione wasn't so sure. They were only eighteen.

Ginny was still silent while she stared at Hermione.

"You and Draco have sex?" Ginny exclaimed, shocking Hermione. She hadn't thought that would be Ginny's primary concern.

Hermione nodded since she didn't know what else she should say.

"How big is he? Is he rough? I'd imagine all Slytherins are rough in bed," Ginny wondered aloud, her eyes wide with new excitement.

Hermione supposed talking about this was better than addressing the situation. She wasn't sure how to handle that just yet.

"He's bigger than Krum," Hermione stated, with fire on her cheeks. Ginny squealed in delight, laughing.

"So how is he?" Ginny questioned, completely focused. Yet the girl had trouble staying awake in History of Magic.

Hermione thought for a second or two, completely unsure how to answer that question. She didn't want to sound like she was too much in love already. Though Hermione was entirely certain it would happen soon.

"He's wonderful," Hermione admitted, the blush getting redder with every question.

"So why is this a bad thing, then? You've clearly got feelings for Malfoy, even if he is a prat sometimes."

"We've got a lot on our plates, Ginny. I'm Head Girl, he's a Quidditch Captain, and not to mention we're both going to graduate in the spring." Hermione answered, taking a deep breath. She was worried she was going to spill too much information.

"But you've both got close friends that'll help you out. You know we'll be there for you, and I'm sure Blaise'll be there for Draco. Draco can even lean on us if he absolutely needs it." Ginny summarized, a small smile on her face. "Just don't let the entire Slytherin house babysit."

"The Dark Lord wants us to have a baby, twins, so he can control them and manipulate them to do as he wishes."

Ginny stared at Hermione after her confession, speechless for the second time that day.

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Draco was studying on their bed, waiting for his wife to come home.

She was going to tell him whether she wanted to or not. He was sick and tired of waiting. He wanted to be a daddy, damnit!

As far as he knew, Hermione had been using protection on the rare instances when they made love.

He wanted to know why she'd come out of the bathroom sobbing. He hated when Hermione cried. And Merlin, he hadn't wanted that situation to unfold in front of Hermione's family. The whole lot probably thought he beat the girl, or something.

He stilled when he heard shuffling in the common room. He smiled at his wife, even though she looked broken as she stood in front of him. He instantly got up from the bed and walked towards her.

"Hermione, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Draco asked, leading her to the bed. He sat her down on the end of the bed, while he sat next to her with his arm wrapped around Hermione's shoulders.

Once again, he just held her as she cried.

Hermione Granger was carrying Draco Malfoy's baby.

Never in a million years had Hermione thought she would be in this position, let alone be in love with Draco.

She was in love with Draco Malfoy, her sworn enemy up until her wedding day.

Draco had demanded that Hermione accompany him while he visited Professor Snape. She had no idea what this visit was about, and that kind of irritated her.

After dinner, Draco and Hermione slowly walked to Snape's dungeon.

"Well, what's wrong now?" Professor Snape said, putting down the papers he had been grading. Hermione and Draco sat in chairs in front of his desk.

"My Mark suddenly stopped burning yesterday. I didn't answer it's summon, either." Draco stated, surprising both Hermione and Snape.

The Dark Mark burned until the Death-Eater responded to the call. The pain got to be so terrible that one always responded to a summon as quickly as possible. Hermione was slightly disturbed that Draco hadn't told her before telling Snape. Yet she had no right to be upset at him. She was guiltier than he was on that matter.

"What?" Snape asked, sounding confused. Hermione never knew the man to sound confused or unsure about anything.

"I was at Hermione's parents, and I needed to be with Hermione, so I resisted it. And it just stopped."

"Quite unusual," Snape muttered, frowning slightly.

"Do we need to worry?" Hermione asked, knowing the situation has never happened before.

Snape shook his head, "I've never heard of this before."

"Harry's head pounds when Voldemort's experiencing extreme emotions, and suddenly dissipate when the feeling went away." Hermione explained, wondering if Draco's Mark was going through a similar thing.

Hermione remained silent for the rest of their conversation, thinking that her input wasn't required or wanted. Hermione got up and left the dungeon.

Draco walked down the hallway, almost scared to go home. Why had Hermione walked out like that? As far as he knew, he hadn't provoked her anger. And Merlin knows the girl has a temper.

When Draco was brave enough to enter their rooms, he instantly knew she wasn't here. Which meant she was hiding in Gryffindor safekeeping, meaning he couldn't get to her even if he tried. Her defenders, also known as Pothead and Weasel, would never allow it.

Just to be sure, Draco checked their bedroom.

"Hermione?" Draco called, missing his wife. He hated the way she ran away from him whenever she was upset. She should really trust him more than that.

His mouth dropped open when he saw their bed. Rather, when he saw what used to be their bed.

Hermione had transfigured their bed into a bassinette, with yellow sheets. Above his head spun a mobile, instead of their usual Muggle ceiling fan.

So his Hermione was pregnant.

Hermione was eating breakfast when she noticed the Great Hall quiet. She looked over her shoulder, only to find Draco Malfoy stalking towards her. He had a thunderous look on his delicate face. His sleeves were rolled up once again, revealing his Dark Mark.

Didn't they get punished for that sort of thing?

"Get up, witch." Draco demanded, pausing in front of her.

"No." Harry said, standing between her and Draco. Hermione could feel everyone's eyes on them. Hermione gently pushed Harry aside.

"I can handle him," Hermione whispered, earning herself a smirk from Draco.

Hermione stood facing Draco, in the aisle between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables.

"Explain yourself," Draco demanded, a harsh tone in his voice. Yet there was something off about his eyes. They seemed too light for him to be truly angry with her.

"You know what happened, Draco. I don't need to spell it out for you," Hermione spat, referring to her pregnancy. He had been there! Why hadn't he muttered the protection spell?

"So you went running to Potter?" Draco asked, sending a glare Harry's way. Harry looked like he wanted to help, but Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him seated.

"You went running to Snape," Hermione muttered, staring at her husband, raising her chin a little higher.

"For guidance, not comfort."

"Don't fucking run away from me, Hermione." Draco continued, and now Hermione could see the anger in his silver eyes.

"I don't run away like a scared cat," Hermione stated, glaring at him. She was a Gryffindor!

"Well, what do you call it, then? I'm pretty sure you've been hiding from me."

"I wish Wizards were allowed to Divorce, Draco. You'd be out on your arse." Hermione said, staring at him. She saw the hit, the emotions change on his face.

He stepped towards her, and Hermione instantly cursed herself. She'd allowed a Death-Eater to corner her between himself and a table. Yet Hermione remained where she was, unwilling to give him an inch.

"It's too late to go back, Hermione." Draco whispered, before crashing his lips down on hers. Hermione pushed him away minutes later, unable to breathe. He wasn't having any of it, though. He pulled her back against him, his lips on hers again.

He tightened his grip on her when her knees started to weaken.

Hermione felt a bony finger bang on her shoulder, interrupting Draco's kisses. Draco groaned at the intruder, resting his head on Hermione's shoulder and taking in huge gulps of air.

Hermione blushed when she remembered they were in the Great Hall, and she noticed that Professor Snape was standing next to them.

"Do keep such activities in your bedroom, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. I could do without the image of the two of you sucking face, thank you."

an: kinda a gross chapter, sorry. I had trouble with this one... Be kind, leave a review!