A/N: Sorry for the wait. I've just officially finished my GCSE's and am now FREE from school! Anyone wanna celebrate with me? ;) Aha. Hope you enjoy the update. I'm gunna skip a week in the next one, I don't want this to be like two hundred chapters long. It gets kinda boring after a while.

Hermione gave up in the end. When she'd got back upstairs, Draco was back asleep again, not even fully in the bed. His legs were hanging out, and the quilt was over his face, slightly muffling the light snoring. Hermione supposed that he was really tired, and didn't even bother waking him up again. Instead she just got ready, and left for work. He'd wake up by himself eventually.

When he did wake up, it was to a soft knock on the door. He pulled himself out, grumbling the whole time. If this was those two idiots he was forced to be near, he was going to kill them, and then get back in bed. When he got to the door though, and opened it, there was no one there. Now he really was going to have a fit and kill someone. Patience. Had they never heard of it? He checked the ground to make sure that there wasn't any potions again, and saw a letter curled up and pushed slightly under the mat.

Mrs and Mr Malfoy.

Got your letter, kinda, through Minne. I gotta tell you you're five months along - you think you've got a bump, I saw Mrs Weasley today. She's ballooned over night. She's six months though, and Mrs Brown is only three months. Although, remember guys, the months mean nothing. Premature birth could happen, or your kid might just not want to come out after the nine months. It could be nine months and a week or something rather silly before you have your child.

Good luck! You'll need it!

Unknowny x

Draco shook his head, that Unknown Wizard had to be on drugs or something. There was no way that anyone was that weird normally. Then he thought about Ron, and changed his mind. There was a way you could be that weird normally. If you were Ron, it was wrote in to your genes at the very beginning. He screwed the letter up in his hand, and remembered the dates. He'd tell the other two families their new when he saw them - unless they also got a letter.

It all started to feel to real, only four months left until they were supposed to have their child, and techincally it wasn't going to be four months. It'd probably be around three weeks away. They really did have to start getting the rooms ready now. Draco had to be in work tomorrow, which would mean extra money was being brought in. Not a lot, but mixed with Hermione's and the money they could earn from doing their essays, they would manage quite fine. Draco was excited to be ale to work to help look after his child - sure it wasn't really their child, and he never thought he'd even be looking forwards to the day that Hermione bore his child, but hey. What did he know? Things change.

He stumbled back in to the kitchen, fully determind to make himself a cup of coffee - he had no idea what the time was, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. The kitchen was a mess, but the living room was clean - Draco guessed Hermione had done it before she'd left this morning. He decided to do his part, and forget his coffee in order to clean. It took a lot for him to do that, coffee was his morning drug, he hated not having it now. He never used to be like that, it was probably because he had to spend so long by himself that he'd got addicted to the stuff. He hoped he was allowed to drink it at work.

He spent a few hours trying to find where everything was supposed to go, and stopped to make himself something to eat and a drink, before the kitchen was completely clean again. He was proud of his work, it looked good - and he didn't think it was fair making Hermione do everything, considering she was pregnant, and got tired easily. He wasn't as bad as people thought - not really.

By the time he was fully done, it was nearly time for Hermione to come home, and Draco was aware that he stunk, rather badly after labouring the day away. He ran up the stairs, quickly and turned the bath on, grabbing some clean jeans and a simple tee-shirt, and his towel before jumping in the bath, while it was running. He didn't bother with cold water, he didn't have time. Instead he just washed his hair quickly, and scrubbed himself with soap and a cloth. He didn't want her to think that his hygine habits were going down just because he didn't have work today. He pulled himself out and wrapped the towel around his middle when he heard the door open, and Hermione's feet on the stairs.

"Draco?" She called, her voice sounding wary, and tired. He wondered what the matter was.

"One sec!" He shouted, making sure his towel was fully around him. He didn't want to flash her, that would probably kill her.

He walked out of the bathroom slowly, and saw her. She looked bad, her eyes were dark, and her skin pale. "What's up?" He asked, going over to the top of the stairs.

Hermione didn't even seem to notice that he was very barely dressed, "I don't feel too good." She said slowly, her hand gripping the banister for support, her fingers turning white with the force she was using. Draco realised that she was telling the truth, and she really didn't look too good. He had no idea what he was supposed to do though. Phone a doctor? Or just see if it was part of the course and if she got better naturally. He hated not having a proper way to contact a teacher - and God knew where Unknowny is. There was pretty much nothing much that he could do. If she wasn't better by tonight though, he was going to leave a letter outside, just to double check that this was natural. He'd say that it was morning sickness, but he knew that she'd already been through that stage. He hated not knowing a lot about pregnancy either, it made it harder for him when Hermione needed him.

"Come on," He muttered, sliding an arm around her waist, his other clutching his towel. "Let's go downstairs." He guided her down slowly, keeping his arm around her tightly to help her keep her balance. He led her in to the living room, and gave her a light shove so that she landed on the sofa.

"Stay there," he said, his voice strict, "just until you feel a little bit better." He turned the tv on for her, and turned the video player on - Lion King... oops... He'd forgotten to take that out the other night obviously. She didn't say anything though, she just glued her eyes on the screen, and placed a hand on her stomach. It reminded him of the letter that the Unknown Wizard had sent him.

"By the way," he said softly, "you're five months along."