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(Draco pov)

Day 74: It's Time

(9 weeks pregnant)

Love your enemies.
It makes them so damned mad.

-P.D. East

"What about Sam?" I put my hand over her still flat stomach.

"Samantha, maybe."

"Alex?"

"Alexandra."

I rolled my eyes. She would eventually drop the idea that this kid was a girl, but for now, she wouldn't listen to anything other than a girl's name. I was partial to the name Scorpius, but she'd probably turn it around and say Scorpia. And that was just stupid.

"Okay, what about my mother's name?"

"Narcissa?" She crinkled her nose, adjusting her position next to me on her sofa. "That's a tough one. What about that as a middle name?"

"If it's a girl, then yes. Something Narcissa Granger-Malfoy. Kind of a mouthful, don't you think?" I looked at her hopefully. She just rolled her eyes and patted me on the head, going back to watching her television show. She was also nibbling on a peanut butter and banana sandwich- the most normal piece of food she'd had all week. If she ate another anchovie sandwich, I was going to vomit. "No matter. What about the boy's name?"

"I guess we have to think about that, too. But I want his middle name to be Daniel, after my father." She looked at me questioningly, as if challenging me to think otherwise. "It'll be something Daniel Granger-Malfoy. Do you have any suggestions- besides Scorpius?"

"I like that name, though! Won't you at least think about it?"

"I won't have any child of mine named after a poisonous invertebrate that dwells in the desert. He'll be picked on." She huffed. "What about Jasper? That's a gemstone. I used to know a man named Jasper and he was absolutely delightful."

"So you won't name our son after an invertebrate but you're willing to name him after something as feminine as a gemstone?" I raised an eyebrow at her, sitting up and smirking at her.

"Gemstones aren't strictly feminine. If I do recall, your father wore several on his fingers, and you even had one."

She had me there.

"Fine, we won't name him Jasper." She got off the sofa and put her hands on her hips, standing in front of me. "But we are not, under any circumstances, naming him Lucius. If you won't talk to your father, then we're not naming our might-be son after him."

"I don't want to, anyway. The man doesn't deserve that." I groaned. "Can we please not talk about this?"

"No. I'm tired of not having this argument. When are you going to tell them about us and the baby?" I walked into her kitchen and she followed me, grabbing herself a snack as she sat on her kitchen counter. "I know that, no matter how our child shacked up with, I would want to know about any grandchildren I might have."

"We're not talking about this!" I said firmly. "You know why they don't need to know."

"At least tell your mother. She would understand." Hermione came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing the tattoo on my shoulder. "I know this is hard for you, what with your family's past, but we can't hide this forever. Narcissa will find out eventually once this leaks into the papers; the only reason we haven't been found out is because St. Mungo's doesn't allow photography on the premises."

She was right. No matter how much I was afraid to tell her, she needed to know. My father did not, what with being imprisoned and all, so I wasn't about to make the trip down to Azkaban to tell him. He was convicted seven years ago, in early 1999, for conspiracy against good, participation in Voldemort's army, the murder of several muggles and one wizard, and making bribes to get the ministry's cooperation. They'd even turned him forcing me into becoming a death eater into a charge as well. Minister Fudge was immediately fired and my father was given a life sentence, narrowly missing execution because the wizard that he had killed's family wanted him to rot in prison.

My mother and I were convicted also, but were saved from the same fate because of Harry Potter. He had testified for my mother, saying that she had lied to Voldemort to save his life, thus saving us all. He had also done the same for me, saying that I had fought with the light side during the battle and had not killed a single witch or wizard from the light side. And it was true- I hadn't. I may have killed a few people from Voldemort's army, but none from Dumbledore's. So, my mother and I got off with 500 hours of community service, which we had both completed 3 years ago. After we had finished, we removed every dark artifact or object from Malfoy Manor and had it redecorated. It no longer looked like the dark, dreary prison from my childhood.

Actually, it very much resembled a muggle bed and breakfast, all bright and cheery as it was. Mother was ecstatic with the finished product. She now lived at the manor with the two orphaned sisters she had taken in- she almost was not able to, but once again, Harry spoke on her behalf. She was observed for a year with the children and legally became their mother in January of 2000. Also, once she had gotten away from my father, she was an entirely different person. A marriage with my father had changed her, and I was happy she had become her true self without him. She still loved and missed him dearly, but had said that the Lucius she had fallen in love with was long dead. She despised what he had become and missed the man she had married and had her only son with. The death eater- the evil, shell of a man- was not him.

I quite liked my new 'sisters', as mother had insisted I call them. At 10 and 13, having been 3 and 6 when I first met them, Sadie and Shelia were the most adorable girls I'd ever met, always having stories about how the world was such a magical place. I had a feeling they would like Hermione... as long as she was willing to play dress-up.

"Draco?" Hermione snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Are you alright? You sort of spaced out there."

"Yes, I'm fine." I assured her. "And I'll tell my mother soon-"

"Today."

"Today? Why?"

"We have to make a stop by the Burrow, so we might as well." She smirked at me. Damn, I had almost forgotten. "That's right, you still have to hug him. And we might as well tell them about Kicker while we're there."

"But why? He'll hit me, and I would hate to have to kick his ass when he does. Plus, the rest of them will kill me when they find out you're pregnant."

"Don't be dramatic." She said pointedly. "Now, I'm just going to get my shoes on, and we'll go. Better to nip these things in the bud."

"You do that, love. I'm going to owl my mother and tell her we're coming over later."

Hermione smiled and kissed me on the cheek, telling me she was proud of what I was doing. She then left the room to find her shoes, so I went to her window and took her second, less-used bird out of its cage, taking out a quill and parchment as well. If I sent Hermione's owl, instead of the one she kept as a pet, mother would surely know who it came from. Women had a way of knowing things like that.

Mother,

I will be coming over soon, bringing with me a guest. Yes, she is female. Before you start cooking, please
know that we've already eaten. Please, remember to keep an open mind, and have the girls present as well.
Thank you.

x Draco

"You sign a kiss just before your name?"

"Merlin!" The quill flew out of my hand and Hermione caught it, smiling at me with mock innocence. "Why did you scare me?"

"I have skills." She shrugged. "Now, why do you sign your name with a kiss? I don't believe you've done that for anyone else... but your mother."

"If you must know, it's a joke. Most people say 'sign at the x' or something like that, so as a child, I used to put x's all over my father's documents because I thought he was doing it wrong by writing his name."

"You're just so... special," She patted my head a few times and walked toward the floo. "Are you coming or what? I've got the camera ready to go."

"Wait, the camera? I didn't agree to photographic evidence of this disturbing event!"

"It's the least you can do, Draco. After all... I did tell you the duck story."

Damn it.

Foiled.

I sighed sadly and slipped the note into the owl's bag, telling it to find Narcissa Malfoy. It flew out of the open window with a hoot. I turned around and faced Hermione, giving her the dirtiest look I could muster. She merely smiled and gave me a small curtsy in response, gesturing to the floo. I grumbled stalked over to here, cutting her a look as I stepped into the fireplace.

"Honestly, don't be so morose. The hug only has to last five seconds so you'll be fine." Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped in with me, taking a handful of powder in her hands."Ready?"

"Not in 20 years," I responded.

"Facetious little ferret," She giggled, throwing the powder down and calling out our destination. I winced as we were sucked through the floo-paths and spit out in the Weasley's fireplace, having barely kept our balance so as not to fall on our faces. Hermione stood for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting it out, smiling as she did so.

"Great! Everyone's here!" She exclaimed.

"How can you tell that just by smelling?" I asked confusedly.

"Someone is cooking so Molly is home, and if Molly is home on a Sunday, so is Arthur. I can smell burnt Dragon hide and disinfectant, so Charlie, Percy and his family are here. I can hear a faint lullaby so Ginny is upstairs with James, and I can hear Ron and Harry out back talking, which means Carmen is here. Also, I can see Fleur's shoes on the floor over there, along with the baby's pram, so Bill and his family are here. George is here if everyone else is here, along with Angelina, so that's all of them, I think." Se counted to six then mouthed Harry's name, clapping her hands together when she finished. "Yes, that's all. Now come on... I have a feeling we'll be forced to talk before you can give Ron his hug. Or you can catch him of guard and do it before."

"Before. He'll kill me if I get anywhere near him when he finds out about little kicker in there." I pointed to her still flat stomach. Although the baby had not kicked yet, I liked to think that when it would, it would be pretty strong. After all, I was the Slytherin seeker for a while.

"Yeah, well... there he is, so I'd go right now."

I saw Ron outside with his back turned, talking to Harry. I tried not to think about the fact that he was probably crawling with a disease or that his hair might burn me if I got anywhere near it. He was just so... freckled. Bleck. And he looked sweaty.

WHY?!

"Okay, head in the game. Just five seconds." I took a deep breath and backed up a few steps, gulping as I went.

I took off and ran full speed at the backyard, flying through the living room until I landed on the grass. I ran the remaining few feet and- against my will- I jumped onto the back of Ron and squeezed him tight against me.

OH DEAR MERLIN HE'S SWEATY! KILL ME NOW!

"Bloody hell!" Ron made an oomphing noise when I ran into the back of him. His eyes widened as he turned and saw who it was. "FERRET?!"

5...

4...

"GET OFF ME YOU PRICK!" He flailed around and tried to throw me on the ground, but I had my hands firmly locked around his chest.

3...

2...

"LET GO!"

1!

I let go of him and hauled ass away from his spot, running directly behind Hermione inside the living room. He was laughing into her hand and tears were falling from her eyes, as if it took everything in her to hold back the hysterical laughter.

That was the most scarring event of my life. And Voldemort has hugged me before.

"WHERE DID YOU-" Ron was furious, turning around and spotting me sitting behind Hermione's legs. I probably looked like a three year old on the first day of preschool. "Hermione! What the bloody hell is he doing here?!"

"Well, you see, we've got a few things to tell you." She made the giggles go away, shaking out her hands and beckoning me to stand up. "Sorry about that, Ron, but we both lost a bet. That was his punishment."

"You could have informed me!" He huffed. His face was as red as a tomato... or his hair. "I would have had a fork ready to stab him!"

I held back on making a joke about him always having eating utensils ready. I felt I would surely be killed had I said anything. I finally stood up- Hermione securely between the raging bull and I- as the rest of the Weasley family stalked in from different areas of the house, having heard Ron's yelling.

They all began talking at once, all at Hermione. I counted six redheads, a blond, two brunettes, and black-haired girl making up the Weasley clan. By the way each girl was walking to a different Weasley, I assumed these were the wives. Or girlfriend, in the Weasel's case.

Harry and Ginny, though, were the only ones not yelling at her. Ginny stood with an excited grin on her face while Harry stood beside her, glaring at me while simultaneously pulling Ginny closer to his side. Amusement- probably at my situation- shone in his eyes, but it was clearly that he and I would soon exchange a few very important words.

"QUIET!" Ginny put two fingers in her mouth and whistled, yelling at them all to quiet down. The smile was gone now. "Let her speak, for Pete's sake! I swear, we're going to learn how to speak like civilized people one of these days!"

The Weasley mother came into the room, her husband following silently behind.

"Let's go into the kitchen, shall we? Hermione, if I could have a word with you for just a moment, that would be brilliant." She said, forcing a smile at Hermione and I.

"I'm not sure it would be wise to leave-"

"Malfoy and I are going to have a chat out back." Harry cut in, rolling his eyes when Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. "Would you rather me leave him in here?"

"Go with Harry." Hermione nudged my arm, leaving the room with Molly.

I walked hurriedly outside- away from the rest of their stares- and stood as far away from the house as possible. I saw Harry kiss Ginny on the cheek and come outside, closing and locking the door behind him. He shoved his hands in his pocket, purposely showing me the top of his wand tucked under shirt, and walked over to me, a stern look on his face.

"You wanted to speak to me?" I tried to put on the best, arrogant attitude I could, but I'm sure my nervousness shone through.

"Drop the arrogance, Malfoy." Harry snapped at me. "I am fully aware of why you are here today, and so is my wife."

I paled. "Oh."

"Yea, oh." He turned to me and pointed a finger in my face. Though he was a full head shorter than me, I was still intimidated by him. I mean, the man had killed Voldemort... and did not rest for years until he had done so. Surely, I was already dead if he decided to kill me. "Listen, Malfoy. I am not happy with what's going on between you and Hermione or the way you did things, and frankly, I don't trust you. I realized that you've changed since the war, but you've been known to do hurtful, incredibly stupid things-"

"I would never hurt Hermione." I cut in. "Or our child. Ever. And I'm not going to leave them, either."

"And for some reason, I almost believe you." His eye twitched in irritation. "But I still don't trust you. Now, I can't do anything to change Hermione's mind about keeping up a relationship with you right now- you must know that. So I'm going to try to go with the good in you. Honestly, you're lucky my wife likes you, or the Weasleys would tear you to bits. So do us all a favor, shut up, and let Hermione tell them everything. And don't screw things up with her and the baby, either. Though you're not my favorite person... I do believe it when you say you'll stay with them. I don't know why, but I do."

"Well, I appreciate that. Thank you." I nodded, avoiding eye contact. "I guess I'll just... go on in, then."

He nodded and I began to walk away. "Oh, and Malfoy?" I turned back around, only to see his wand in his hand. "If you hurt her or the baby, in any way, shape or form, I will take you into the forest, so far that the birds will die before they could fly back to civilization to tell people you're there, and I will kill you." He walked toward me and took out his wand, pointing it at my hand. "First, I'll cut off all of your fingers and toes. Then, I'll cut off your ears, your lips, and your nose."

The areas he listed began to tingle, as if they were scared they were about to become detached, and I ignored the fact that his last sentence rhymed. I was 99% sure this was not the time to mention it.

"Then I'll cut off all of your precious hair, and keep it in a box on my dresser, just so I can be reminded about what happened. I will pull out every single eyelash, tooth, and mole on your body. And finally, when you're crying out for your mum, I'll bury you. Then I'll go about my life as if nothing happened." He put his wand away and raised an eyebrow at my scared look.

I coughed. "R-Really?"

"Are you kidding me? That's absolutely disgusting." He waved me off. "Besides, that's too much work. I'll just poison you and get it over with." He patted my cheek rather hard, shoved his hands back in his pockets, and headed back toward the house. "Ginny's not too partial to the smell of blood."

"Oh, I see. Someone's trying to be funny." I mumbled, though I was relieved he wasn't going to play the let's-go-into-the-forest game with me.

I shook it off and followed Harry back into the house, walking slowly to buy some time. I could hear the Weasley clan talking- more arguing than anything- in the kitchen about me. Hermione was talking also.

"Come on, you can't believe anything he says!"

"Ron, you've got to quit dwelling on the past. I forgave him, Harry forgave him, and your own sister forgave him. Why can't you do the same?"

"Because he's probably just some death eater in disguise who wants to make an heir with any willing woman-"

I came in just as she was slapping the Weasel clean across the face. She had tears in her eyes and he was looking like she'd just grown three heads. The shock faded when he saw me in the doorway, and he turned to look at Hermione, a hurt, angered expression on his face.

"Looks like you've made your choice." He said, abruptly standing from the table and stalking off into the house.

Hermione stood with her hands over her face, taking deep and calming breaths. Despite many of the occupants in the room's glares, I walked around the table and stood in front of Hermione, my hands on the sides of her face.

"Are you alright?" I whispered, low enough so only we could hear.

"My best friend just called me a whore." She whispered back. "No... but I'll be okay. I just want to get this over with."

"Whatever you want, lioness." I kissed her forehead and backed away from her, much to the relief of the elder Weasley boys.

"Okay, so..." Hermione wiped her eyes and sat down, beckoning me to her side. I sat down, scooting the chair closer to her. "Draco and I are dating... and we have been for a few weeks now. And I know that you've all got your own opinions formed about him, but please forget all of them. He's just... not the same as he was."

"Prove it." Percy piped up.

Hermione rolled up her sleeve to reveal the scar she'd gotten from Bellatrix at the manor, and I automatically flinched away from her arm. She'd only let me see it a few times, and I instantly felt guilty for what my aunt had done to her. And I felt like an ass for having watched it.

"Would the Malfoy you know have done that, Percy?"

"That doesn't prove-"

"He feels guilty about it, and he didn't even do it. That's not something a death eater feels." Hermione said pointedly, rolling her sleeve back down. "I realize that he doesn't have the best track record with us, or our family, but he's going to be a part of my life from now on. There's nothing that can change that. He's sorry for what's he's done- every bit of it- and he's willing to sit here and say whatever you need him to. He's making the effort, and he truly is sorry."

"Let's here that from him, then." Bill held the blonde woman's hand and nodded toward Draco.

I cleared my throat and stood up, facing them all.

"I, uh... I know that I've said things in the past that were wrong and misjudged. And I know that I've done things against your family that are terrible, but I would like to apologize for them, right now." I coughed again. "I judged you all by how I saw you on the outside, and for a little boy who was told he was better than everyone else, I believed it. I can't take back the things I've said and I can't undo the things I've done, and I honestly wouldn't blame any of you if you chose not to forgive me. But I would like all of you to know that I'm going to take care of Hermione, and I would never hurt her intentionally. You've got no reason to believe me, but I will. I am very, very sorry for everything I've ever done to you."

They all stared at me. None of them wore expressions of anger now, but merely shock. Ginny stood up and hugged me, smiling widely. It was my turn to be shocked, now.

"Welcome to the family!" She patted my cheek. "And congrats on the ba-"

"Ginny!" Hermione interrupted her.

"What? What was she going to say?" Blonde, french woman asked. She looked like the girl from the TriWizard tournament... was it?

"Well..." Hermione nervously rubbed the back of her neck. "I-I'm nine weeks pregnant."

I'd never seen so many different reactions at one time in my life.

The women- most of whom were pregnant, save for the Weasel's girlfriend- all gasped and then smiled, talking hurriedly amongst themselves about 'adding Hermione to the club'. The older Weasleys- Charlie and Bill, I think- both glared at me. The remaining twin smiled mischievously at Hermione, mouthing something to her and winking at me. Percy just looked shocked and said nothing, while Harry and Ginny just smiled at Hermione. The Weasley matriarch just smiled and began telling Hermione about maternity clothes and sizes, while her husband stared at me.

I was then asked a series of questions and given many glares from all around the room. We ended up talking to Bill and Fleur, who looked to be the only ones who were happy about the baby. Well, besides George and Ginny. I'm sure Harry was, too, but he wasn't about to let me know it.

"What will the baby's last name be? Are you two going to live together? What are you going to do about work?" Bill asked us.

"The baby's last name will be Granger-Malfoy. Sooner or later, Draco is going to move into my flat with me. I get 2 months maternity leave, but I suppose I'll have to find a baby-sitter when I go back to work."

"Nonsense!" Ginny came over and sat down, tugging Harry along with her. "One of us will watch him or her. Mum is glad to have the young ones around, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind at all. I know I won't."

"Thank you," Hermione started tearing up. "Damn it, I'm sorry-"

"Do not be sorry, 'Ermione. It is just the 'ormones." Fleur rubbed her stomach lovingly.

"Yeah, and then you get to trade in the spontaneous crying for aches, pains, and the worst heart burn you can imagine." Percy's wife, I was told her name was Audrey, came to sit down. Was every female here pregnant?

"Don't forget the gas." George's wife, Angelina, came over, also. "By the time that kid comes out, it'll feel like you've gone through puberty twice."

(Hermione pov)

We stayed for another two hours, chatting about pregnancy and what I was to expect later on. I'd by lying if I said I wasn't scared out of my wits. I'd read many conflicting reports from many women about it, but all of the women told me that my hips would never be the same again. For some women, when your hips stretched slightly apart to allow the baby to travel through the birth canal, it didn't just snap back like a rubber band. I knew that, if a women who had a child were to become deceased, you could tell that they'd had a child by the way their tail bone and hips were aligned, but I sort of liked my body the way it was. I wasn't stick thin and I wasn't overweight. It was true that I did have narrow hips, but I didn't really like the idea of them moving farther apart. I'd witnessed a delivery before- 0 to ten centimeters was a big difference if you got up close.

And when the shoulders come through? Yikes. Fleur said it burned the worst then, but Angelina said the worst bit was the shot they give you if you tear down there if you didn't already have an epidural. The more they spoke about their births, the more and more it seemed like an alien just clawing it's way out through your bits. Being a doctor, I knew that wasn't the case, but damn it if I wasn't nervous after that particular conversation.

It seemed like Draco didn't have too hard of a time. He and Fleur actually got to talking- she suspected he had some sort of Veela ancestry- and I think he actually enjoyed her company. Bill and Charlie just kept glaring at him the entire time, but George was by far the most concerning.

"You see, dear Hermione, everyone inducted into this family must undergo a series of somewhat unfortunate and hilarious events. Though its seems as if Draco is already pretty stuck with you- and by association, us- we are scratching the tests." George smirked down at me.

"What are you saying, George?" I asked.

"I'm saying that it's time for blondie to be the butt of our jokes for a change." George smiled. "I've already got some ideas."

"You're confusing me. Just spit it out already."

"For an entire day, we are going to prank him so hard his head will spin."

"What? No-"

"Don't worry about it, Hermione. I promise, no physical harm will come to your precious ferret." He kissed me on the cheek and ducked away before I could slap him arm. "We'll be best friends after, I promise!"

"George, don't you dare do anything to him!" I shook my fist in the air.

But alas, I knew my words would have no effect; once you got a Weasley determined to do something, you'd have died of old age before they even thought about quitting.

I was pulled out of my memory when Draco squeezed my hand, alerting me to the fact that we were once again at my flat. Draco would probably be staying the night, so I let him lead me inside and start cooking- it was already 3 o'clock and I was hungry. He could only make one thing- spaghetti- but it was still something.

"We don't have to go see your mother today," I said as I sat on the sofa, watching him move about the kitchen. He seemed worried about something.

"Alright," He sighed. "We'll go tomorrow."

"How are you doing with all of this?" I got off the couch and stood beside him, absently stirring whatever was in the pot on my stove. "The Weasleys, I mean."

"They don't like me, I know." He replied. "But there was something about that twin-"

"George?"

"Yes, that one. He kept... looking at me." He shivered. "Like he was going to- I don't know... do something to me. Is that just paranoia?"

"Um... he does that to everyone." I shrugged. "No need to worry."

I really needed to speak to about the severity of the prank. A simple ha-ha joke he could handle, but if they were to mess with his hair...

Hell hath no fury like a Malfoy scorned, was all I had to say about it.

"Are you staying the night?"

"If that's alright." Draco shrugged. He then began to put spaghetti in the bowls and handed me one. "Here you go."

"Thanks."

We sat on my sofa, listening to my record player, and ate our food. I knew there were more efficient ways to play music- muggles had CD players now- but I liked the way the needle scratched at the records. It relaxed me. We listened to an old Beatles record for a while before we both finished, and I took the opportunity to learn a few things about him.

"Tell me something about yourself." I crossed my legs and leaned into him.

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you have any odd habits or fears that I could know about?"

He thought for a moment before smiling. "They're kind of stupid, though."

"Nonsense!" I exclaimed. "Just tell me."

"Fine." He sighed. "For a really long time... I was afraid of butterflies."

"I'm sorry... what?" I giggled. "Butterflies?"

"It was a legitimate fear!" He defended himself, smiling at me. "When I was nine my mother took me out into the garden and a massive butterfly flew into my hair, and if you look up close at them, they're extremely disgusting creatures! Anyway, after my mother took a picture, I screamed and it flew into my mouth, and I accidentally crushed it with my teeth. Now, I'm forever scarred because of it."

Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

"What?" He nudged me.

"That's a... er... very manly fear, sweetie." I snickered.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He waved me off. "Your turn."

"Okay, well, I was never really afraid of mundane things..." I said thoughtfully. "But I do have this odd thing about candy."

"And?"

"I don't eat yellow candy."

He looked strangely at me. "At all?"

"At all. I have once, but I just can't. They're disgusting and they remind me of my grandfather, who used to give my cousin and I yellow lemon candy when we were younger. He knew I hated them, and as a joke, he always sent some home with me. Now yellow candy just makes me sad and they already taste terrible."

"That's kind of morbid, actually." Draco made a popping sound with his tongue. "And weird. So, even if the candy isn't lemon flavored, you still don't eat it?"

"Any type of yellow candy is just disgusting to me. I once ate a strawberry flavored hard candy that was yellow, and threw it back up. I can eat any food that's yellow, it's just candy that gets me."

"You're very special, did you know?" He smiled and kissed me one good time. "Even if you won't eat yellow candy."

"Your sarcasm did not go unnoticed." I touched the end of his nose with my fingertip and got off the couch. "I'm actually pretty tired, so..."

"Yeah," He nodded, getting up after me. "I could always use a few extra hours of sleep."

"I'm sure," I teased, taking his hand and walking with him into my bedroom.

We both crawled under the covers and into bed, immediately taking our positions- me tucked into his side, him with his arms around me. If anyone I knew had seen me 'in bed' with him, it'd look like... well, a stereotypical 'I'm so in love with my boyfriend and I'm having his baby' situation. I wasn't exactly sure where I stood on the love thing, but I did like him. I liked how, even in his sleep, his hold on me did not waver. I liked how I woke up in the mornings to him playing with my hair, usually asking questions about how I tamed the frizzy mess.

And then there were awkward days.

I knew what happened sometimes to men in the mornings...

You know, that.

I had woken up twice to feel... it... against my leg or my back, and I'd freaked out both times. I got up to go to the bathroom and by the time I came back, he as awake and moving. I'm sure he knew that I knew about it, but he never said anything.

Then, as if I didn't have enough on my mind, my hormones would come at me in full force. Whether it was caused by some sort of food I ate, a show I was watching on television, or even a smell, it seemed like I was constantly getting aroused. Well, whenever morning sickness wasn't hitting me in the stomach, that is. I didn't try to get Draco to... satiate the feelings, because I didn't know where we were with things like that. Sure, we had kissed and touched each other before, but we had never soberly gone below the waist.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

"Hermione, are you still awake?"

I opened my eyes but did not move. "Yes."

"What would you say if... well..."

"What is it, Draco?"

He held his tongue and shook his head, rubbing my back. "Never mind."

"Draco-"

"Really, just... never mind."

I let it go instead of pushing him for whatever he was going to say. He would get frustrated and prehistoric Draco would come out and yell.

Another thing. Whenever he acted like he did before the war or his arrogant and jerkish tendencies came out, I called him prehistoric Draco in my head.

Sanity is for normal people, anyway.

Sometime during the night, we ended up switching positions. His head lay on my chest and I sat awake, running my fingers through mane of blond hair. He did not stir, though, so I just sat and stared at him. Asleep, he looked kind and peaceful, like nothing could ever phase him. He shifted his head when I accidentally pulled a few strands of his hair, and I gasped when I did so.

The way he kept calling Draco 'blondie'. How he would look him over and always stare at the top of his head. How he would smile mischievously at his hair.

"Oh dear Merlin." I whispered to myself, staring down at Draco with a mix of horror and amusement. I was honestly scared for what would happen.

They were going to turn Draco into a ginger.

I could already foresee the shitstorm that was coming.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Sorry this chapter is late, and that it's more of a serious one, but I've had a lot to do. State testing is in a few days, my friend is getting her book published (yay for Lauren!), and I've just been baking. I bake when I'm anxious, so I had to figure out who to give 72 mint chocolate oreo cupcakes to, since they were just sitting on my counter, staring at me with their delicious icing faces...

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