Disclaimer- I GOT NADA!!!! well, exept for a computer so i have something, just not the rights to Harry Potter or his little play mates.

NOTICE!!!! this is the last chapter. And it's short so I appologize.

Draco looked at the girl, who was lying down on her bed, and smiled.

"Are you okay?" he asked poking her in the stomach.

"Stop!" she commanded before he could do it again. He saw her lips tilt up at the corner and smiled.

"You're not ticklish at all right?" he asked, his finger once again finding its target.

"Stop, please stop! I'm really ticklish." She begged, doubling over with laughter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that." He said, laughing when she started laughing louder. "Alright,
alright. I'll stop…on one condition." He said still had his hand's on her stomach so she instantly replied.

"Anything, what?" she said as she tried to catch her breath, her face still red.

She felt his hands leave her body and sighed a bit, a little from missing the feeling already a little from being able to breath again.

"You have to go out with me." He said softly, pushing a lock of hair out of her face.

"I'd love to." She answered in the same tone.

"Good…what is that?" he asked, pointing to the lump under her bed cover.

"Taber." She said reaching under the covers to produce a sleeping kitten.

"You're mad for keeping that deranged animal in your bed." Draco said rolling his eyes and hoping off the bed and walking away from her with both hands up.

"You know that's why you like me." Hermione said smiling, holding the kitten up to Draco to pet.
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Hermione was jolted away by Draco kissing her forehead softly.

"How you doing love?" he asked, smoothing her hair down and away from her face.

"I'm better. Had the best dream." She mumbled before feeling a dip at the foot of the bed.
"Dexer sweet heart, mummy's still sick." She heard her husband of five year's telling their four year old son, who had begun poking his mother's foot.

Hermione smiled and looked pasted her swollen stomach, twin's the doctor said, to watch as her son, blue eyes and blond hair, poke her foot once more before jumping off the bed and coming to the side to stare at her.

"What is it?" she asked softly.

"You sick?" he asked, leaning on to the bed to touch her forehead.

"alright, Dex, time to go." Draco said, as he saw his wife shake her head.

"but mummy sick." The miniature Draco said, who was now under his fathers arm and being carried out of the room.

"mummy will be fine, don't worry."

Hermione smiled at the dream she'd had. She'd been remembering how they first got together,
and also remembered about the letter, which was sent by, of all people, Draco. It seemed he thought if Hermione had no place to go she'd have to move in with him. he'd fancied her, it seemed, for a while and he finally saw a window to put his plan into action. She'd gotten over the shock of what he did, but it didn't matter much anyway's, she loved him. Taber was laying at the end of the bed and had finally proved to Draco that he was in fact a wonderful cat by not scratching anything. The pregnant witch yawned and turned over once more and soon felt her husband slip into bed, his arms wrapping around her stomach.

"have a good nap then, love?" he asked after a soft kiss was pressed to her neck.

"yes, thank you for keeping him occupied." She mumbled, knowing that sleep wasn't to far off.

"get to sleep love, you deserve it." Draco said into her ear, lulling her to sleep with his voice.

"I love you." She said before sleep claimed her.

"I love you too." He answered, his hand going to he stomach before he too fell asleep.
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That is the end of the story. sorry it's lame but it's the only way I could think of ending it.