DisClaimEr: DONT OWN ANYTHING MY PRETTIES.... NOT EVEN THE PHRASE I JUST USED...

this is a bit of a short one but i had slamed head long into a big old wall of author's block and couldnt get the creative juices reflowing so to speak... but i am back... and i have also been working on my new website which will soon enough be up and running if i can find it... lol yes... i lost my own website.... shutup...

by the by... this chapter is dedicated to the wonderous janelle who is my only reviewer for the last chapter...

A couple of weeks had passed since the mediwizard's visit and Imber was beginning to show. Draco had managed to avoid any outside trips using various spells, but it was becoming apparent that a shopping trip was much needed, and therefore going out was inevitable. The funny thing was that Draco didn't even seem to mind. He had grown quite fond of the girl during her stay at the Malfoy manor. There was something strangely familiar about her, an old friend sort of thing, which put him at ease. It was solely this reason that had him digging through his closet, trying to find a robe to go out in.

It may have sounded stupid, but this was Draco's first appearance in three months, and he wanted to look halfway decent. The plan for today was to go out and spend the morning looking for some maternity robes. Then probably a quick lunch before heading to St. Mungo's for a checkup. Draco had talked it over with Imber, and they had it planned out, taking into consideration the smallest detail. Imber probably just thought he was over-organized, but the truth was, he was scared. Unfortunately there was no time for fear or else they would run off schedule.

"Draco?! Can you come here for a minute?"

He pulled a robe on before walking down the hall and knocking on the door.

"Come in, quick please!"

He opened the door to find one very big witch with one very small shirt on.

"Um, can you help? I seem to have, um, expanded again."

He laughed and quickly cast a spell. She pulled the shirt over her head to the perfect fit.

"Thanks, again. I can't wait until I can finally do this on my own again."

She had forgotten most of her magic due to the concussion and amnesia, so Draco had taken up slowly teaching her the basics. She was an unbelievably smart and an extraordinarily fast learner. A voice brought him back to earth.

"'Allo? Are we going anytime soon... like today?!"

"Yeah, yeah. Hold on a sec. Lemme just go get a scarf."

"Fine."

He grabbed the scarf and then they were ready to go.

They decided to take the muggle bus because it was dangerous for Imber to apparate and to floo. They didn't want her to splinch the baby. First stop was Diagon Alley, to look for some maternity robes. To Draco's surprise, he wasn't bothered at all, and actually had fun, even splurging on some new things for himself. Imber managed to get a full wardrobe, from a new brand, 'Magical Moms'. The clothing was specially designed and charmed to expand to size as was needed, and then after the pregnancy, shrink back to your normal size so you didn't waste any money. Next they were off to buy things for the baby, your standard Self-Rocking Crib, Unstainable Robes, Insta-Heat Bottles, along with many other things. Thankfully, shrinking spells made the enormous load easy to carry.

From shopping, they headed to lunch. There was just enough time to enjoy a decent meal before the appointment. Draco ate his soup as Imber indulged in a chicken, peanut butter, and lettuce sandwich, something which she swore was delicious but Draco had a mind to think it might be the pregnancy. As they ate, they made small talk, until both were distracted by the Daily Prophet. Draco had not read his paper as usually thanks to their early start. He was absorbed in a wonderfully written article about the Gringotts' security system when he was interrupted by a curious Imber.

"Draco, who's this here?"

He looked at the picture. Lo and behold it was Potter.

"Harry Potter. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason. I just reckoned he looked a bit familiar there for a second. Must have been my imagination."

'I really should tell her the truth,' he thought to himself. 'But why bother putting even more stress on her. To explain Potter means to explain the war, and that's not what she needs right now.'

Draco decided to change the subject before anymore Potter talk surfaced.

"Know what?"

"Probably but try me anyways."

"Ok, truth is, I was really nervous about coming out here today."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, you see, I haven't actually been out of my house in a while."

"How long?"

"Errr... well... four and a half months now."

"Fout and a half months?" (AN: Keep in mind that a significant time change has taken place since he found Imber on his property)

"Um, actually more close to five."

"FIVE?"

"Yeah."

"Well, why?"

'Oh crap. I backed myself into a corner, how do I get out?'

"Well, you see... it's just that... well it's a long story. I will tell you later."

"Oh! Come on! Tell me!"

"Later."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeeeeease?!"

"No/"

"Puh-leeeeeeeeeese?!?"

"Oh, would you look at the time. We have to be at the doctor's soon so we better leave now."

"Uh! Fine then." But I will get it out of you later."

Draco saw the determined look on her face and new that she was not going to be swayed from that stand. In the long run, he would wind up telling her and would probably look like an idiot.

"Let's go," was all her uttered though, as he herded the lady and her things out the door.

more to come... the more reviews i get... the more motivated i am to write and the faster you get new chapters...