I ran with Katherine in my arms to the Hospital Wing. Dear God don't let her die.

When I got there I kicked the door open, since my hands were preoccupied. By that time, Katherine had passed out. Or died.

I mentally shook myself of such horrible thoughts and called for Poppy. She came over immediately and instructed me to lay her on one of the hospital beds. She pulled the curtains around her and, after a quick examination, pulled them back and told me that Katherine was going into child birth.

I was astounded. "She's only been pregnant for seven and a half months," I growled, unhappy with the diagnosis.

"Well, what was she doing before she fainted?" Poppy questioned irritatingly. "What does it matter?" I threw at her.

She gave me a pointed look and said, "Severus."

"She was having a heated argument with the Potter boy," I snapped.

"Well, there you go," she said simply.

"What do you mean?" I asked impatiently.

"Sometimes a baby can come early if the mother is put under a lot of pressure or stress. I'm surprised the baby didn't come sooner," Poppy observed.

Katherine gasped awake and groaned; some invisible force was tearing at her and she was on her way to blacking out from the pain yet again.

Poppy moved over to her swiftly and said, "Miss Malfoy. You're going into childbirth."

Katherine's eyes widened and she looked around wildly for something. I caught her eye and she stared at me for a long moment. Then she feebly reclined into the pillows and whispered, "I hope it's a boy."

Poppy drew the curtains around her once more and did another quick look over. She gasped in shock. The baby was breech because it was so early in coming. I swallowed my fear. How was I going to survive this torture?

I paced back and forth, over and over, until Poppy told me that I needed to go tell Dumbledore what was happening. I flew to the Headmaster's office. He wasn't there. I went to Minerva's office. Also not there. About to go to my office to send him a strongly worded owl, I happened across him in the hallways. I explained to him everything that was happening and he came to the wing.

When we got there Poppy looked stressed and frantic. She told us that she was going to have to remove the baby via caesarean section because there was no other way of delivering it. She was wringing her hands the entire time, in what I could only assume was worry.

Dumbledore and I left the wing just as soon as the Gryffindor Trio got there. They all looked stricken with worry, the Granger girl more so than the other two. She demanded to be admitted into the wing to see her friend and Dumbledore gently told her no. The Granger girl fought back tears and buried her head in the Weasley boy's shoulder. Potter seemed the least worried of them all, but more worried than Draco would have ever been.

I thought back to what he and Katherine had been fighting about and found she was right. He didn't really love her.

I tried not to pace back and forth across the floor because I knew that if I did the perceptive Miss Granger would pick up on something between the two of us. I just silently stood there, waiting…

After about an hour of waiting, Poppy came out. She seemed tired, but proud. I presumed that that meant that she and the baby were alright. I let out an infinitesimal sigh of relief. She started speaking to the group but I knew her words were directed at me.

"Miss Malfoy is alright. I had to put her under to perform the operation, but she's alright now."

She paused, and in that pause I expected the worst. I broke out in a sweat and almost yelled at her to spit it out already.

"When I performed the operation I found that there was more work to do than I had previously thought. Miss Malfoy has had twins," she said in a proud voice.

I nearly passed out from relief. Not only were she and the baby alright, but the baby had turned out to be twins!

"She did not go into premature labor from stress alone as I had previously thought, but because there were twins."

She paused again. "You all may visit her now, but only two visitors at a time. I suggest Severus and Albus first."

Thank God for Poppy, allowing me to see my children before anyone else did in the most inconspicuous way.

I walked into the hospital wing calmly, wanting to show the Gryffindor Trio that I was unimpressed. Potter seemed ready to kill someone while Weasley and Granger were laughing and crying their relief.

I saw Katherine lying on a bed asleep with two small infants on the bed next to her. I picked one up and held it close to me.

This is mine, I thought. Fate was kind to me in giving me another chance at having a baby, but it went above and beyond giving me two.

I didn't want to let go. It was so small and pink. It had a shock of black hair topping its head, as did the other one.

Thank God they both have Katherine's nose.

I called to Poppy, "Are they boys or girls?"

"Both girls," she replied with a smile on her face.

Katherine woke with a stir and said groggily, "Is it over?"

I laughed and said, "Yes. And look. Twins!"

I know that if it hadn't been for all the drugs she would've fallen out of her bed in surprise. But instead she leaned back against the pillows on her bed, closed her eyes and smiled dreamily.

Then, as if she was shocked, she jolted up from the pillows and whipped her head over to the bed the babies were resting on.

"Girls or boys?" she asked frantically.

I couldn't understand her fanaticism, but I dutifully answered, "Girls. Both of them."

She had a funny reaction. She started hyperventilating and she had this wild-eyed look on her face. She almost looked as if she was going to choke from not drawing enough air. Tears were pouring down her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked anxiously as I put the baby I was holding back down.

She just shook her head and started saying over and over, "He's going to kill me!"

"Poppy!" I yelled. She came rushing over and gave Katherine some sleeping draught. Katherine's cries about someone killing her subsided and soon she was rushed into what I presumed was a peaceful sleep.

Poppy stared at me accusingly and I flung my hands up in the air saying, "I didn't threaten to kill her!"

Dumbledore chimed in saying, "Perhaps she is talking about Voldemort."

And then I remembered that disastrous dinner about a month ago where the Dark Lord basically threatened her life if she didn't give him a male grandson. A chill ran through me as I thought about what the Dark Lord may do to her- or to the children.

I soon left to go and pen a letter to Narcissa about what had happened. I left the sex of the twins out of the letter though. We could deal with that later.

Author's Note: Surprising twist! Haha, I didn't even know that this was going to happen until today! Anyways, review your comments and what you want to see. Until next chapter! :)