Disclaimer:  It's not mine, no matter how many times I blackmail Santa into giving it to me.  I mean- no matter how many times I ask him for the rights nicely.  I would never blackmail Santa.  :-)

Chapter 24

Lessons

            Everyone spent the afternoon getting to know their new family members.  Everyone seemed to be getting along well, except for the fact Ron still wouldn't talk to Deimos, other than to threaten him.  They didn't stay for dinner, having to get home and such, but they left with Ginny and Deimos promising they would come home for Christmas break with them.  Draco and Hermione's afternoon mirrored Ginny and Deimos'.  Soon after they left, the dinner bell rang, and after eating a quick dinner filled with many murderous looks exchanged between the boys and the Slytherin table, and looks of disgust sent at all of them, they retired to their common room. 

"We need to start your lessons tonight, since we have a lot to cover." Draco stated suddenly while they were sitting in front of the fire studying. 

"I'd almost forgotten, but you're right.  What should we start with?  Table manners, since that'll probably be easy?" Deimos asked.

"Guys, I know we need to do this, but can we put manners off till during dinner?  I'm tired and need to go take a nap." Hermione said standing up. 

"Actually, that does sound like a good idea.  I'm going to join you.  Meet back here after dinner and we'll finish whatever manners we don't do during dinner." Draco said as he and Hermione went into their bedroom.

"Well what would you like to do Ginny?" Deimos asked.

"How about a game of quidditch?"

"Yes!  You're going down."

"Ha, in your dreams." She said racing out of the room, Deimos following quickly behind her. 

            Back in the common room, Draco and Hermione were getting into bed.

"I love you Hermione."  Draco said kissing her lightly on the lips.

"I love you too Draco."  Hermione said kissing him back, increasing the pressure a little.

"I'll always love you, you know that, right?" he said pulling back a little after kissing her again. 

"Draco?" Hermione started to unbutton his shirt while kissing his neck lightly. 

"Yes?"

"Shut up and kiss me." Hermione grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him to meet her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

            Needless to say, they didn't take a nap, being too occupied doing certain "things" with each other instead.  (I'm sure you all get my meaning).

            A few hours later, the ringing of the dinner bell woke them up, and they quickly headed down to the great hall to meet up with Ginny and Deimos.  They were given a few looks of disgust, but overall, the school populous, while not totally happy with it, (thinking it odd that rival house members had married, and also so young) were taking it well.  Many of the Slytherins however questioned Draco's loyalty.  Every time he would reply that Lord Voldermort had given him secret orders, and most seemed to accept.  Why else would the ultimate Slytherin bad-boy marry a mud-blood?  Never for love, or any amount of money, so they were sure he was telling the truth.  The Gryffindors asked, but Hermione only said she had her reasons.  Most people didn't push further.  Ron still wasn't talking to her.  He hated Draco.  He hated most Slytherins, but Deimos had always been sportsmanlike in the quidditch games, and he seemed to genuinely love Ginny, so he begrudgingly was nice to him. 

            The next few weeks passed quickly with school as normal.  Draco and Hermione weren't called for any meetings, and neither were A. J. or Snape.  For this, they were extremely grateful.  Soon they would be going home for the Christmas break.  Draco and Hermione would be spending it with her Dad.  At least, that is what they had planned, but things don't always go as planned. 

"Oh my lord in heaven," Hermione whispered to herself.  She was late, two and a half weeks later to be exact.  It suddenly came to her why she might be late with her period, as she remembered what she and Draco had done all those weeks ago.  So being the sensible witch that she was, she made a pregnancy potion that made your stomach glow if you were pregnant, blue for a boy, purple for a girl, and nothing happened if you weren't pregnant. 

"I'm not pregnant, it's just something I ate," she tried to reason as she quickly drunk the putrid potion, grimacing at the taste. 

"Good nothing happened."  But she had spoken too soon, for her stomach glowed a bright purple, followed by a blue glow.

"Oh my god!" She all but screamed.  Twins.  She had to tell Draco.  She looked at the clock, it was dinner time, she hadn't been very hungry, and had decided to skip it to make the potion.  She used her wand to quickly clean all traces that someone had been there before she rushed out of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, heading for the great hall. 

"Draco!" She yelled as she ran into the great hall, tears streaming down her face.  What would happen?  Getting pregnant was exactly what Voldemort had wanted, and he somehow must have made any contraceptive spells not work if put on them, because they had been careful that time and used a spell. 

"Hermione, what's wrong?" He said rushing up to her.  Everyone in the hall had gone silent, except for Sybil Trelawney, who stood up, pointed at the two, and yelled out, "I predicted this, she's pregnant with twins, a girl and a boy." And she sat back down. 

"Mrs. Malfoy, is this so?" Dumbledore asked, looking grave.

"Yes Sir," Draco replied after a long pause, his arms around Hermione who was crying on his shoulder, her arms clasped tightly around his neck. 

"WHAT?!?!" Ron yelled in disbelief.

"If they say so, then it must be, Mr. Weasley.  Please stay calm."  Dumbledore said calmly.

"NO, NOT THAT!  PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY ACTUALLY MADE A CORRECT PREDICTION!" He continued to yell. 

"Well I am a seer.  Is that so hard to believe?" Sybil asked standing up.

"YES!"  The whole school yelled, and she sat back down defiantly. 

"Hermione, how in the world did you get pregnant?  And with him, of all people?  It's bad enough you married the idiot, but I don't know if I can ever forgive you for this." Ron said storming out of the hall. 

            Hermione stood there crying, Draco holding her even tighter.  The whole school was once again, sitting in shock.  They all knew that the two were married, but still, no one expected them to actually have kids.  And it appeared Draco and Hermione had felt the same. 

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, if you would be so kind as to come with me, I believe we have a few things to discuss."  Professor Dumbledore stood and left the great hall with the two prefects following him to his office, where they were sure to spend several hours talking. 

A/N:  Hey everyone, another chapter, and it's more of a filler than anything else, but I added in the pregnancy for kicks.  It'll give me something else to write about, and when I finish this story, than I can write a sequel about their kids.  If anyone wants to suggest some baby names, I've got some ideas, but I may use someone else's if I like it, so name away!  Next chapter up whenever!  Hopefully in the next two weeks, so till then!