Sitting on the floor, Hermione stared at the two small lines. They seemed to laugh at her. Glaring at them, she threw the pregnancy test across the room. It hit the small bathroom wall with a light thud but did nothing to stop the panic from rising in her body. Taking a deep breath, she weighed her options, and none sounded good. She could either go to Lucius and tell him, not tell anyone and get an abortion, or she could just run away and raise the baby on her own. Each option was more ridiculous than the last there was no way she could raise the baby on her own, and she couldn't see herself getting an abortion unless it was essential. It's not that she disagreed with them. It's just her heart and mind couldn't handle the what-if situation.

You could always go to Lucius. Her mind argued, but she shook those thoughts away. There was no way she was going to him and telling him this. I mean, what would she even say? Oh, hey Lucius, remember that night you and me a mud blood had sex? Well, guess what? There is going to be another Malfoy running around. Just the thought of that conversation made her heart leap in her throat. But what other options do you have? Hermione wanted to curse at herself; her mind made some excellent points, but she didn't have any better options. There was no way she would tell the Weasleys first, not after what she overheard at the Burrow.

Picking herself up off the floor, Hermione knew what the best option was. She just wasn't sure she was ready to admit it. Well, you better be. Grabbing the doorknob and turning, Hermione quickly made her way downstairs with one last look at her childhood home; she made her way outside and, with a pop, apparated.

Landing on her feet, Hermione took in her surroundings. She was in front of a massive iron gate and beyond the entrance was a long driveway about half a kilometer long if she had to guess, and, in the distance, huge hedges were blocking the vast manor. Reaching out, her hand gripped the iron bar. It was cold to the touch, slowly moving forward the gate gave way and opened. Stepping through, Hermione stared ahead and began her hike up the road. I hope he'll at least hear me out. Just the thought of him not even wanting to listen made her question everything. Still, she remembered this was the best option for herself and their baby, and knowing Lucius, she knew he wouldn't want to be kept in the dark, especially after what had happened just over a year ago.

Wanting the onslaught of thoughts, Hermione just let her mind wander, and of course, the image of a certain wizard had to pop up. She remembered him asking her to stay the night, how he looked at her with such hopelessness she knew that the answer had to be yes, she didn't know why but there was no other answer. Shifting the memory, the feel of him holding her was now at the forefront of her mind. She remembered the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly to him, and the way his breath lightly brushed her face or the way that his grey eyes seemed to plead with her when she kissed him the following morning like he was almost begging with her not to leave him alone. The image was that of the shell of the person he once was; he was no longer the powerful man of her childhood but that of a broken man wanting comfort or warmth, as he had put it in his final moments. She remembered thinking he was facing death by his former friends or maybe he welcomed it. She wasn't sure.

Pulling her wand out, Hermione waved it in front of the hedge. The giant bush parted, allowing her to pass through. She could hear limbs cracking under her boots, holding her breath. She silently hoped these weren't the same as the whopping willow at Hogwarts. Releasing the breath she was holding, Hermione was grateful to be through that, but looking ahead, she saw how close she was to changing a man's life for the better or simply setting herself up for disappointment; she wasn't sure.

Continuing making her way up the driveway, Hermione began feeling small compared to the manor before her, but she knew there was no turning back. Digging deep, she willed some of that Gryffindor courage, but sadly, none came. Why was this so hard? She was sure her buggurt had officially changed forms; no longer was Hermione Granger afraid of bad grades, she was afraid of telling her father's child that he was indeed a father. Oh my God, this is so stupid. She yelled at herself and marched up the driveway, determined to tell Lucius Malfoy would be a father again.

Making it to the stairs, Hermione took one at a time. She was taking deep breaths to calm her nerves. Reaching the top, the front door looming in front of her like it was going to swallow her whole, but sheer determination or maybe foolish courage helped her continue until she was raising her hand and knocking on the massive oak door, the sound echoing. No turning back now.

Standing there, Hermione was shocked that a house elf didn't immediately answer the door; she hoped nothing terrible had happened to the creatures. Sighing, her mind kept replaying exactly what she would say to Lucius, but her thoughts were quickly cut off when the owner of the house stood before her; his blonde hair was unwashed but not dirty, and he reeked of alcohol. She gaped at him for several seconds, unsure of what to do. Those familiar grey eyes searched hers for answers. The man before her looked exhausted, almost defeated.

"Oh, Merlin, don't tell me you're working for the Ministry?"

Quickly Hermione averted her eyes from him, her tongue not willing to cooperate with her mind so instead of saying anything, her mouth hung open like a fish. So, she just shook her head.

"I thought the Ministry would snatch you and your no-good friends right up."

Glaring at him, Hermione didn't like the insult aimed at her two best mates. She was taking a deep breath to settle her nerves. You can do this. She told herself. Lucius was watching, his eyebrows furrowed. Opening her mouth again, but the only thing that came out was gurgling sounds horrified. She quickly closed her mouth.

"Do you want to come inside, Ms. Granger?" Lucius growled impatiently, causing her to let out a small squeak, before she could answer he was already staggering away she quickly followed the blonde inside.

Author Note: Sorry for the cliffhanger please tell me what you think.