There was a thick beam of sunlight basking Hermione's face when she woke up. Stirring slowly she looked around. She wasn't in her room, instead she was back in the master bedroom. Remembering the night before Hermione looked over her shoulder and found Draco, still asleep, on the left side of the bed. Pushing back the covers Hermione stretched and walked downstairs.
Ginny was sitting at the kitchen table, feeding Dimitri from a jar. "Morning." Hermione said droggily, going to the fridge and looking for something to eat.
"Well, look whose finally up, Dimitri. Aunt 'Mione. But it's okay she had a long night." Ginny had a smirk on her face as the little baby cooed at her soothing tone. "Doctor called, said she had something important to talk to you about.
Something about the test she ran when you were in the hospital. Toldher you were 'busy' and that you'd call back later. Number's by the phone." Ginny looked to Hermione in all seriousness. She noticed the look on Hermione's face, but chose not to ask questions.
Hermione quickly mad her way to the phone and punched in the number on the small legal pad. "Hi, Doctor Ramsey please. Thank you." Hermione sounded rushed, and she cast a quick glance at Ginny, who pretended she wasn't eavesdropping. "Yes, Hello Doctor. I received your message and thought i'd call back. Really? Well i'm free today, would that be alright?" Hermione was nodding profusely as the doctor rambled on. Putting the phone back on the hook, Hermione seemed to race upstairs, and then 20 minutes later, was out the door.
"Must be important." Ginny smiled as Dimitri spit out his food.
"Mrs. Malfoy, i'm glad you could come down here." The doctor walked in, carrying Hermione's information in a brown folder. Hermione followed the doctor's movement with her eyes.
"Well you said it was urgent. So i'd rushed down here." She took a second, "What's wrong with me?" She sounded worried.
"Hermione, in rare cases when women have miscarriages..." The doctor paused, trying to find the right words. "I'm just going to come out and say it. Hermione, you're still pregnant." Hermione felt that this was rather blunt, and was confused as to how it could be so.
"Wait. What? How's that even possible!" Confusion and excitement started to consume Hermione, could she actually still be pregant?
"Like i said, it's rare. We ran a test because on the sonogram, we saw something." The doctor took a long pause, "We hadn't caught it before, sometimes the sonogram cast a shadow and we miss certain things." Dr. Ramsey wasn't making any sense to Hermione. "You were pregnant with triplets. It's very rare that a woman has twins growing in threeseperate eggs. I've never seen it, and i've been in this business for 25 years. You only lost one egg." Finally, the doctor had gotten it all out. Hermione knew why it was strange, she wasn't an ordinary person like this doctor was used to, she was a witch. And she had a feeling that somewhere, someone had magically refertilized her. Or maybe the doctor was right, and this was just some freak coincidence.
"Draco!" Hermione slammed the door and hollered. Draco appeared five seconds later, from the library.
"What is it Hermione?" Draco took off his reading glasses and looked at her as if she was mad.
"I'm still pregnant." She said it, still disbelievingly.
"Hmm... i'm sorry... what?" Draco looked shocked and confused, swearing he heard you right. "I know people can tell quickly now a days, but come on, it was just last night." Draco thought she was overreacting.
"No. From before." Hermione was absolutely giddy.
"That's impossible. Completely unfathomable." Draco didn't want to get his hopes up.
"No, really. It's a rare case. It's when a woman's ovary has more than one egg. Turns out i had two; one split and the other didn't. Meaning we had twins and then another little guy. I lost one, but the other two survived." Hermione's face was beaming, "We're going to have twins. I need to buy another crib." Hermione suddenly grew wild with happiness, her brain obviously going into overdrive trying to process this.
"Well you have fun. And be careful." Draco couldn't help but smile.
Ginny walked down the hall towards Tre's bedroom. The door was cracked and he was on the phone. Curiousity getting the better of Ginny, she pressed her ear to the door.
"I just called to congratulate you. They think it was an accident. No one even knows." Tre was talking in a hushed tone. "There's no need to come after him. He's too young to remember, and it's not like i'll share any of this. I don't want him having any memories of her either. Your job is done. The last of the Petrov line is gone."Ginny let out a low gasp, she recognized the last name to be Ivanka's. How could Tre say all this? She thought Tre had loved Ivanka, now he's congratulating someone on a job well done? "The boy isn't a Petrov, thank god. He's a Malfoy, and we Malfoy's have been very loyal to you, have we not? The boy will be no problem to you. You have my word." The person on the other line talked a little while longer before Tre finally hung up.
"Ginny, i know you're standing out there. If you're going to eavesdrop, gasping isn't a smart thing to do." Tre opened the door and Ginny took several steps back.
"Stay away from me." Ginny sounded outraged. "You disgusting pig! How could you lie to me?" Ginny narrowed her eyes as Tre walked towards her.
"Ginny listen, it's not what you think. Just let me explai..."
"Explain what? I heard the conversation, i heard it all. How could you do that?" Ginny kept retreating and pulled her arm away as Tre reached for her.
His temperature rising, Tre lunged forward, catching Ginny's arm. "Listen to me. It wasn't what you think." Tre looked her in the eye, never faltering.
"Why is that always the first thing a man says?" Ginny said struggling to break free.
"Look, Ivanka was involved with the Russian mob. That was the head hauncho. I had to say all that. For the sake of Dimitri's life." Tre spoke, every word like a knife through his heart.
"The mob?" Ginny's voice cracked and she spoke in a whisper.
"Life was hard for Ivanka's mother. Her mom was the daughter of the mob's number one hit man. She was Russian, and beautiful. Her father would pimp her out, in order to keep Ana (Ivanka's mother) out of the way. When Ana was 15, she met Vladimir Petrov, he was 27, on the street. Her father hadconvinced Vladimir tobuy Ana. Now Ana, belongs to Vladimir. But all Vladimir wanted was to save her. He'd seen Ana many times before, walking the street. And he'd fallen in love. Ana and Vladimir married when she was 16, and had Ivanka's brother, Gavrie, 9 months later." Tre seemed in a trance when he talked about this, almost as if Ivanka's voice was echoing in his head, ultimately telling him the story.
"Two years after Gavrie, came Natalya. After Natalya came Savina, and Ivanka. They lived quietly for 7 years, minding their own. Then Ana and Vlad told the government about the mob, and was the reason half of them were thrown into jail. Two years past before Ana's father realized who had ratted him out, and in this time, Ana and Vlad had one more child, Dimitri. Outraged, her father swore to get rid of the Petrov's. They killed all of them, starting with two year old Dimitri. Ivanka was 9 at the time, and Dimitri was her favorite. She watched from the air vent as they killed her little brother. Then Ana and Vlad were next, the remaining children forced to watch. Gavrie being the oldest helped his sisters to escape, going underground. They lived in fear for 2 years, before moving from Moscow to a small town near the border. 2 years later, Gavrie was able to contact his granparents, who were living in Czech at the time. A year later he bought train tickets for him and his three sisters to leave for Czech. Ivanka and Natalya refused to leave their home town, vowing to redeem their families lives. Gavrie and Savina left. Never to be heard from again. When i met Ivanka, about six months later, she had no idea if her brother and older sister were still alive. Ivanka and i were together for a short time before we slept together. She got pregnant her first time. She had been dating a college student, named Greg at the time. She named our son after her brother, who she loved deeply." Tre had tears streaming down his cheeks, and so did Ginny. Ginny grabbed Tre and held him so tight, never wanting to let him go. She had to be strong for him, "And that's the story of Ivanka. Thatswho killed her, that'swhy they killed her, and thatswhy they were after Dimitri. Now do you get it?" Tre sounded defeated and battered.
"What happened to everyone else?" Ginny had to ask, had to know if they were okay. She felt connected to them through Tre.
"Natalya, met an American sailor. She moved to America with him. Gavrie, lives in Progue with his wife and two children, all under witness protection. He changed his name and everything. Savina, i don't know about." Tre wiped a tear with the back of his arm, and held on to Ginny again. Ginny finally understood.
A/N: Okay i didn't wantHermione to get pregnantthis way, butmy friendsuggested this to me, and i figured... Hey this could be and interesting way to do it, and i'll have a lot to work off of. I just hope you all like it. And just so you all know, this isn't made up. It canhappen like this... that's how the person who suggested it got the idea. So i chose to run with it. Hope you like it. So what do you think about Ivanka? It was hard to think of something like that, not knowing anyone involved with thteRussian mob. I don't know much about how the work, or stuff like that, but i got the idea from an old friend who was involved in this way with the mafia (except he was the older brother who got his 4 siblings out, and his son). Well ENJOY!
