A/N: Wow... two updates in one day... i must really love you guys. BTW i love getting reviews from everyone... but i'm kinda getting tired of the "wow short chappie" reviews. Yes, i know they are short, but that's how i prefer to write.
Otherwise the story gets lost. But thanks for the reviews anyway.
Hermione woke three days later. She had fallen in and out of consciousness several times.
"Hi sleepy head. How you feeling?" Ginny smiled from a chair to Hermione's left.
"Where's Draco?" Hermione asked droggily.
"He had to run to work. Didn't want to but they told him they couldnt push back taping any longer. He had no choice." Ginny sat on the edge of the bed, near Hermione.
"Right. How long have i been like this." Hermione sipped a glass of tea sitting on a coaster.
"3 days." Ginny smiled, lovingly pushing a strand of hair from Hermione's face.
"Oh my god, is the baby okay?" Hermione asked anxiously.
"The baby's fine. Draco had your father look you over. They called another doctor who specialized in baby's. Oh Draco was so worried, pacing the floor, he was so scared the baby was hurt. Oh your parents stopped by, and Narcissa sends her blessings. Tre should be home soon, says he'll take care of you when he gets back." Ginny seemed to jump topics, glad to have someone to talk to.
"How's she do... oh Hermione, you up." draco walked in looking like he hadnt slept for days.
"Yeah. Do we know what caused all this?" Hermione looked to both of them for an answer.
"Ginny could you..." Draco looked at Ginny, then thrusted his head towards the door, "Tre just got back, and he's looking for you."
Hermione saw Ginny's eyes light up and commented to herself that she had never seen Ginny that happy. Ginny hurried from the room, Draco quickly closed the door behind her.
"That bad?" Hermione tried to laugh, but she was too scared to pull it off.
"No, everything seems to be fine. Doctor said the baby's fine, couldnt find anything wrong with you..." Draco sat in a chair next to the bed. He rested his elbows on his knees and took a long breath.
"What?" Hermione wasnt convinced and she made it perfectly clear.
"Nothing, i was just really worried about you." Draco looked up with glazed eyes, "And the baby." He added as almost an after thought.
"You dont have to pretend Draco, i know you weren't. You look tired, come to bed." Hermione pulled back the covers on Draco's side, then layed back down. Draco was too tired to argue... no matter how wrong she was.
"Hey..." Ginny was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen.
"Hey you." Tre smiled from his position in front of the fridge. "D'ya miss me?" He asked cockily.
"Only a little. Toss me an apple please." Ginny moved quickly to a bar stool, catching the apple Tre tossed.
"How's Hermione?" Tre asked with concern, opening a jar of mayonnaisse.
"She's doing better. Finally woke up. How's Dimitri?" Ginny bit into her apple.
" He's good actually. A lot better than when i left the first time." Tre put the finishing touches on his sandwhich, then licked mustard from his finger.
"It's weird, knowing you have a... well no matter. I'll have to meet him some time." Ginny saw the look in Tre's eyes when she almost said the word. She was the only one that knew his secret, and he wanted it to stay that way. "How old is he now?" Ginny lowered her voice slightly.
"Turned four months yesterday." Tre spoke proudly, and Ginny couldnt help but smile. She hoped that if she ever had kids, he would be the father. He made the perfect dad, even at eighteen.
(3 DAYS LATER)
Hermione got better rapidly, though she wouldnt stand for long periods of time. She painted the baby's room, with the help of Tre, a pale green with yellow accents. She purchased a light wood crib, with matching basinett, changing table, and dresser.
Draco still worked long hours. Hermione sometimes worried and grew frustrated but never let him know. Tre and Ginny went back to spending all their time together, and so, Hermione was alone.
"Why dont you go to the library?" Draco suggested, sliding on his jeans, looking at Hermione unsympathetically.
"I never even thought of that. I should call my dad." Hermione climbed out of bed and walked out of the room.
"Yeah your welcome Hermione, glad i oculd help." Draco said tartly, stuffing his shirt into his jeans.
"Hello daddy. Hermione greeted her father with a big smile and a hug.
"How're you feeling pumpkin?" Herald wrapped his arm around her and led her inside.
"So how are things at home?" Herald asked an hour later, from over the rim of his coffee cup.
"Better... i guess. Though, Draco doesnt want this baby." Hermione shrugged it off, flipping through a magazine.
"Give him time, he'll come around. And from what i saw, he wasvery worried, about the both of you." Herald knew the situation better than they did. He saw the fear in Draco's eyes, sitting by Hermione's side, praying she would wake up soon. He also saw how hurt Hermione was now at the thought that Draco didnt want their baby.
"He's in his own little world... a world i'm not a part of." Hermione seemed pained by this thought, and Herald could see that she desperately, wanted to be a part of his world. They both needed each other, but neither was willing to let go of their pride and say it.
"Then talk to him. Calmly. This baby will change him. Just you wait." Herald sipped his coffee and looked at his daughter.
"We'll see." Hemrione said doubtfully.
Draco got home at eleven. The house was rather dark, except for the soft glow coming from the sitting room. Thinking Hermione fell asleep while waiting up for him, he pulled his shirt out of his jeans and walked towards the room. Instead he found Herald in a lounge chair.
Herald looked at Draco over the rims of his glasses. Closing his book, removed his glasses and sighed, "Draco, please, come sit. I think we should talk." Draco felt like he was a visitor in Heralds home, and took note of this, "How are things between you two?" Herald set down his book on the side table.
"Well what marriage doesnt need work." Draco laughed nervously.
"Draco i'm going to be frank with you. I never had a son, so i see you almost as my own." Herald sighed, "I'm very concerned about Hermione. Her spell the other day was due to immense stress." Herald took another breath and continued, "Now, i believe in you two, i think the odds are in your favor, but you both need to meet on some common grounds." Herald was staring Draco down, trying to get his point across.
"I understand, but it takes two to meet in the middle, and Hermione isnt the easiest person to communicate with." Draco said in his own defense, "Believe me, i've tried." He muttered to himself.
"Yes i know she's difficult sometimes but, you just need to break through. And this baby is a great place to start." Herald let the room become quiet. "Well, i'd better get home, Vilda will start to wonder. Hermione's asleep upstairs by the way." Herald picked up his book and dismissed himself quickly and left. Draco rubbed his head, slowly got to his feet and turned out the table lamp. Walking meticulously up the stairs, he stiffly took off his shirt.
