A/N: Hey kids, I'm back! You thought you got rid of me but you were wrong. Anyway, sorry for the long delay, even though I got zero reviews for the first chapter. But I'm not bitter.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own anything relating to Harry Potter, nor do I want to make money off of this. I'm just very bored.

WARNING: This story contains Slash and Mpreg, so if that squicks you, don't say I didn't warn you.

You're All that I Need: Chapter 2

Three months past since Hermione left Ron. She was now seven months pregnant, and Harry and Draco were helping her prepare. They had thrown her a baby shower and were even giving her name suggestions. Hermione's emotional wounds had healed some, but she still refused to talk about between her and Ron. Draco and Harry respected her wishes of not wanting to see Ron, so they always gave her fair warning before he came over. Hermione went as far as bringing all of her work materials to Harry's so she wouldn't have to see Ron at work. She also pointed out that it would be easier for her to work from home as she grew nearer her due date.

Recently, Draco had become very interested in Hermione's pregnancy. He asked her all sorts of questions, like what it felt like to be pregnant, or if she hoped she would have a girl or a boy. He loved feeling the baby kick, and was amazed how something so small and delicate could be so complex. Hermione was starting to become suspicious, and soon, her suspicions were confirmed.

"Hermione, can I ask you something?" Draco asked. Harry was at the office.

" You know you can. What is it?" Hermione said as she dried the dish she had just washed.

"Tell me if I'm crossing any lines here, I don't want to open any old wounds, but-" Draco paused, scrunching his face in a quizzical expression, "how did you tell Ron you were pregnant?" Hermione's eyes widened.

"Draco, you're not!" Draco bit his lip and nodded. Hermione let out a squeal of delight and threw her arms around him. "Oh Draco! Male pregnancies are very rare, but I've been so interested in them since I had first heard it was possible in the wizarding world. I want to be there with you every step of the way! Oh, but I'm so happy for you and Harry- Harry! You haven't told him yet?" Hermione released her grip.

"No, I can never seem to find the right moment." Hermione thought for a minute.

"Tonight. I'm going to my parent's house to pick up some of my old baby things. While I'm gone, and the two of you are cuddling on the couch or something romantic," she paused and grinned, "just tell him. He will be so thrilled! Oh and I won't tell him you told me. Let him think he's the first to know." Hermione smiled. "Oh this is so amazing! The miracle of life! I'm going to go get ready to go to my parents'." She noticed the worried face he had. "Don't worry. Harry loves you and this will just add to it. Everything will be fine. I promise."

Hermione left a few hours later, giving Draco a peck on the cheek. "Everything will be fine." She whispered, as Harry came in from work. Three hours later, she returned with a box of her old pjs, blankets, and toys under her arm. She walked into the flat and was greeted by the sound of laughter coming from the living room.

"Hermione, is that you?" She heard Harry call.

"Yeah. You'll never believe the things my parents dressed me in." She shook her head in disgust and walked into the living room where Harry had Draco's hands in his.

"Hermione, were going to be parents! Draco's pregnant!" Harry stood up, helping Draco. Hermione sat down her box and gave Harry and Draco a big hug.

"Congratulations! You'll be wonderful parents! I'm so happy for you!" she said in what she hoped sounded like a surprised voice.

The three of them then headed into the kitchen where Harry made tea. Hermione showed them some of her old baby clothes and Draco commented on the bad taste muggles have. They stayed up late reminiscing of their school days and thinking about what the new generation would bring. Draco and Harry finally headed off to bed together, leaving Hermione cold and alone her bed. It's for the best, she thought as she cuddled up in the blankets and drifted in to a dreamless sleep.

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