A/N: I finished reading HBP a few days ago (on Sunday)…saddest book I have ever read…and I have read Where the Red Fern Grows like five times. I cried from Chapter 26 all the way to the end…and then I sat in bed and cried for like another hour after I finished. It was pathetic. J.K. Rowling is an evil, evil genius. I don't even know what Book 7 will be like… all I know is that it will be insane because of what Harry, Ron, and Hermione decide at the end of Book 6, I won't say anything else just in case some of you haven't finished it. Anyhoo, I know I might lose some readers because of the actions of a certain character in Book 6, but I am here to tell you I am very disappointed in that character, but I will continue writing my story, the way I want it, which will contradict with HBP a lot. I hope you all are okay with that.

And finally, thanks to Gracie.knows.the.truth for the idea of Hermione's job.

ON WITH THE STORY!

Chap. 31 The Gift

The following morning Draco left for Quidditch practice and Hermione decided to go job hunting, but first she wanted to go and visit her parents.

Hermione took one of the Malfoy cars and drove herself to her old house.

KNOCK KNOCK

Anne opened her front door to see her youngest daughter standing there with a smile.

'Hi, mum.' Hermione said weakly.

'Oh, Hermione! It's so nice to see you!' Anne exclaimed as she embraced her daughter. 'Come in! Come in!'

Hermione followed her mother inside and was led to an empty kitchen.

'Are you hungry, dear?'

'No thanks, mum. Where is everyone?'

'Your father had an appointment this morning and your brother and sister are at school still.'

'I was actually surprised that you were home, mum. Why aren't you at work?'

'I took the day off to clean and then do some errands actually! It's quite lucky that you decided to visit today!' Anne said taking a seat.

'Oh, you have errands to do?' Hermione asked.

'Yes, but they can wait…well, actually, would you like to come with? It's just in the next town… actually in Wiltshire, so maybe we could have lunch at your home, Hermione. I can see how well you and Draco are managing without a mother cleaning.'

'Actually it's always spotless because of our house-elves…they are like wizard maids.'

'Oh, well you and Draco are lucky to be able to afford things like that. How are you and Draco?'

'Oh, we're splendid,' Hermione said happily.

She then told her mother about how Draco surprised her by taking her to a carnival yesterday…but she kept out a few details.

'Well, I'm so happy for you. You seem so well adjusted.'

'Yes, Draco and I are lucky that we are able to handle things so well. We've of course had our fair share of arguments but we always work things out by the end of the day.'

'That's so good. It's very important to talk things through.'

'Well, I grew up learning from you and daddy.'

'Well, that's true, but what about Draco? His parents weren't the best communicators were they?'

'Oh, no. Well, Draco also learned from them. He learned what not to do.'

'Well that's good. Did you want to run errands with me, dear? Or did you have plans?'

'Umm…I was going to go job hunting—'

'Oh, that explains your nice business suit.' Anne said with a smile as she looked over her daughter's clothes.

Hermione was wearing a black pinstripe knee-length skirt and white blouse.

'Yes, I thought if I was going to go job hunting I'd need a nice suit, but I think I'll post pone the hunting until tomorrow. I can go on errands, and lunch at the Manor sounds fabulous. You'll be able to see Draco! He comes home from practice around noon.'

'Oh, that'll be nice! How's his practice and…quit itch? What is it called, dear?'

'Quidditch, and he's doing wonderfully.'

Hermione then proceeded to tell her mother all about Draco's quidditch history on the way to the Malfoy car and off to the town of Wiltshire.

They arrived in town a half-hour later and their first stop was to a muggle food market.

The two made small talk and then passed a baby food aisle.

'Hermione, do you and Draco plan on having children?'

'What?' Hermione asked, taken aback.

'I know you are young…but I also know you aren't a virgin and haven't been for awhile…and you two are both young and energetic so I know you two aren't talking at night.'

'MUM! I cannot believe you just said that!' Hermione cried, turning bright red. 'And besides, I don't know when Draco and I are going to have children, if we even are!'

'If you even are? What do you mean? I need grandchildren!'

'Mum, you have two older children too!'

'Yes, well, I don't think your sister is ever going to settle down…and you know Bradin, he's not going to ask Christine to marry him until he graduates college, if he does ask her. And what do you mean if you even are?'

'Well, Draco and I haven't really talked about it.'

'You've been married for a year and you haven't talked about it?'

'It hasn't been a year…it's not May yet.'

'Nearly.' Anne muttered.

'Anyway, change of subject.' Hermione said. 'What other errands do we have to do?'

'Umm…I have to pick up socks for your father…I also have to go to some music warehouse for your brother. He insists on this one-of-a-kind Beatles album for his birthday coming up.'

'Oh really? Well, that should be fun to go to.'

'Yes, I ordered it off the Internet and it's to be picked up at Tanner's House of Music.'

'Oh, I know of that! I remember hearing about it when I was in primary school, mum. A few boys in the class loved going there because supposedly breakthrough performers go there a lot. It's not really a warehouse though, mum.'

'Well, whatever it is, your brother's album is there.'

Hermione shrugged and they finished the grocery shopping. Then they went to buy socks, and finally they arrived at Tanner's House of Music at about eleven o'clock. Hermione and her mother walked into the tall brick building. There were a bunch of offices in upper levels that could be reached by winding staircases. The main floor in which they entered was filled with albums and records. All the walls were painted red, with gold writing whenever something was written. There were gold marked signatures of famous singers and musicians on the walls.

'Wow,' Hermione gasped, 'this place is brilliant.'

'It's a bit too loud for me, the paint, I mean. I'm going to go find out where to pick up the album.'

Hermione nodded, barely listening as she made her way to a wall. She began to read the signatures of the muggle musicians. She knew quite a few of them, she probably would have recognized more if she could read more of the signatures. Some of them were very sloppy.

'Michelle Branch…Kylie Minogue…Brandon Flowers, David Keuning, Mark Stoermer, Ronnie Vannucci Jr.…Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool…' She read aloud.

She ran past a few she couldn't read, or didn't care about, but then she paused and stared at one specifically. It wasn't just a signature, but more of a sentence. She smiled as she read it aloud to herself, 'Marshall Mathers/ Eminem/ The Real Slim Shady…you call me what ever you want, cause I just don't give a fuck.'

She laughed thinking of the white rapper. Not many knew, but she secretly idolized the singer (a/n: in the No Longer Just A Mudblood series, Hermione and Draco both talk about how they like Eminem, but in this story I haven't talked about it really so don't get confused lol…unless I'm confused. If I did bring up their love of Eminem, please tell me in a review with an example thanks).

'Oh, how crude,' Hermione heard a voice behind her say.

'Oh, hey, mum.' Hermione replied, 'It's just a joke, mum. Usually everything Eminem says is a joke, unless it's about his daughter.'

'That maniac has a daughter? Good Lord…what is the world coming to?'

'Mum, don't talk about him like that, you don't know him…I like him. Just because he doesn't sing with a piano doesn't mean he isn't good.'

'I hope that was not a negative comment about Ray Charles.' Anne replied.

'No, mum, I would never criticize your hero, I'm just saying there are all types of music, not just jazz, that are good.'

'Sure, Hermione.' Anne said brushing off the topic, but then after a few pauses she asked, 'Ray Charles sign the wall?'

'I'm not sure.' Hermione replied.

'No, ma'am.' A voice said from behind them.

They turned to see a man in his late 40's in a black suit and red dress shirt.

'I'm the owner, Ford Tanner. I know every signature on these walls, and unfortunately we were not blessed with the presence of Ray Charles before he left.'

'Oh, that's a shame.' Anne said solemnly.

'When was Eminem here?' Hermione asked.

'Oh, Mr. Mathers visited here in 2002, just after the release of The Eminem Show. Are you a fan?'

'Oh, yes, I am. I have been too busy lately to keep up with him, but I love his stuff.' Hermione told him. 'I actually love a wide variety of music, although I do not find the time to enjoy it as much as I wish I could.'

'Oh? And why is that?' Mr. Tanner asked.

Anne and Hermione were both surprised by the owner's curiosity, but it was unusually pleasant to make conversation with such an important businessman. Normally owners wouldn't stop to make time to chat with customers about life and interests.

'Well, I graduated from school last May and I also got married during that time, and that definitely keeps you on your toes, obviously. And recently I was involved in a very important career, but I quit, so I've been job hunting.' Hermione said firmly.

'Job hunting, really? Well, I don't know if you are interested, but my company has an opening in Administration.'

'Your company?'

'Yes, BBC.'

'Your company is the BBC? Oh my goodness…and you are offering me a job?' Hermione asked incredulously.

'Yes, in my Administration office. You'd be responsible for organizing paperwork and filing within the company. The job also requires sorting music in our computer files, which would allow you to get more in touch with the music you miss. I would have to do a background check and see your references, but I am willing to set up an interview if you are, indeed, interested.'

'Oh, how could I not be? This is an amazing opportunity! I cannot say for sure whether or not I'd be able to accept the position, if I'm hired, nor do I know if I qualify, but I'll definitely sit-in for an interview and I'll fax you my references and personal information so you may do a background check.'

Mr. Tanner smiled at her.

'See, you are already so ready to be organized and structured, we need someone like you.'

'My daughter is very organized and structured. She was always a good student, top of her class, too.' Anne retorted.

'Really? And does your daughter have a name so I may schedule an interview?'

'Oh, yes,' Hermione said with a slight blush, 'I'm sorry. I'm Hermione Malfoy.'

Mr. Tanner shook her hand firmly.

'How does two weeks from next Monday sound? Noon?'

'Sounds perfect. I'll be here. I'll fax my information promptly.'

'Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy, I look forward to our next meeting.'

'As do I, thank you, Mr. Tanner.'

Hermione and her mom then walked out of the building.

'Mum! Can you believe it?' Hermione exclaimed as soon as they reached the street.

'That was very strange. People don't usually offer jobs so easy like that.' Anne replied.

'I know, it was strange, but let's hurry and get to the car. It's noon and Draco'll be home soon.'

The Malfoy Manor was just down the street, behind some antique, old buildings so it didn't even take ten minutes to get home.

Hermione parked the car and her and Anne walked into the house.

'Draco? Are you home?' Hermione called.

'Hey baby! I'm in the kitchen!' Draco yelled out to her.

'C'mon, mum.' Hermione said walking into the kitchen.

The two ladies walked in and Draco was still in his Quidditch uniform as he put together a sandwich.

Draco walked over to Hermione and kissed her cheek.

'Oh, good afternoon, Anne. How are you?' Draco asked Hermione's mother.

'I'm very well, thank you. Hermione and I just did some errands today.'

'Did you have fun?' Draco asked, directed toward Hermione.

'Yes, I was offered a job, Draco! I have an interview in a few weeks!' Hermione said excitedly.

'Oh really?' Draco asked, not too enthused.

'Yes! I'd be working in the administration department of BBC!'

Draco raised in eyebrow at her.

'BBC? The muggle music company?' Draco asked, setting his sandwich down.

'Yes! I just began talking to Mr. Tanner about how much I like music, but haven't been able to enjoy it recently and he offered me the position!'

'Oh, a muggle job, huh?'

Hermione sensed disapproval from Draco.

'Mum, why don't you take a look around the house? You haven't been here in awhile, and I'll come find you when lunch is done.'

Anne knew Hermione wanted to talk to Draco alone, so she acquiesced and left.

'Draco,' Hermione said softly, 'you don't sound too happy for me.'

'It's fine, love, congratulations on the interview.' He said plainly.

Hermione frowned at him. He barely looked at her and just ate his sandwich.

'You know how much I want another job, Draco.'

'I know.'

'What if I get accepted? Will you not like me working there? I'd be in an office at Tanner's House of Music, no where far, just in the city.'

'I know where it is, Hermione. If you want to work, that's fine. I just got used to you being home when I came home, that's all.'

'It has nothing to do with it being a muggle company?'

'Well, yes, that makes me tick a bit. You are a witch, 'Mione. You were the top student in our class and you choose to throw your learning away for a muggle job?'

Hermione hadn't thought about this.

'Well, I'd still use my magic, Draco. It's not like I am going to forget it, besides, I am going to owl Dumbledore (a/n: sniff) and ask if he can transfigure my grades from Hogwarts to be a muggle transcript for Mr. Tanner. He needs things like that, and personal information, and references, all that jazz.'

'Okay.' Draco shrugged.

Hermione kissed his cheek and then called for Hilde.

'Yes, ma'am? What can Hilde do for you?'

'Can you make some vegetable beef stew for two people please?'

'Sure, ma'am! Hilde'll do that right away!'

'Thank you.'

Hermione then turned to Draco who was now done with his sandwich and washing his hands.

'I'm going to go owl Dumbledore.'

Draco simply nodded and then left the room.

Hermione sat down at the dining room table and quickly wrote a letter to him explaining the situation. She then sent it off with one of Draco's owls.

'Mum?' Hermione called after she left the dining room.

A few minutes later she found her mother in the library.

'This is one of my favorite places too.' Hermione told her with a smile.

'Your home is so big! I didn't see much of it at the reception.' Anne replied.

'Lunch will be done soon. Stew okay?'

'Sure, dear, that's fine.'

Hermione and her mother talked about her job interview, had lunch and then a driver took Anne home.

Later on that night, during dinner, Dumbledore owled Hermione back a letter and transcripts.

Dear Mrs. Malfoy, it was nice hearing from you. How is your husband, young Mr. Malfoy? It was no problem transfiguring your grades, Minerva did it quicker than you can say "acid pops"! The class names changed slightly, for instance, Potions simply changed to Chemistry. I hope all is going well and good luck with your interview. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore

Hermione smiled as she read the letter.

'What he have to say?' Draco asked looking up at her from his roast.

'He sent me the transcript. He asked how you were.'

'Are you replying?'

'Yes, I'm replying with thanks and info on how you are going.' She said with a grin.

Dear Professor Dumbledore, thank you so much for allowing the change of the transcripts. Also, thank Professor McGonagall for me. Draco and I are doing well, I hope you are also. I'm sure Hogwarts is flourishing under your care. Yours truly, Hermione Malfoy

-Two weeks from Monday-

Hermione went to her interview that day looking quite sophisticated and prepared for the job. She wore a blue knee-length skirt with a white blouse and blue dress jacket. She sat down with Mr. Tanner in an hour interview and also talked to other Administration workers.

'Well, thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. I have to talk about your interview and application with some of my upper management, but off the record I'd say you got the job. Thank you for your time.'

'Oh, no, thank you. It was my pleasure.'

'You'll be receiving a call in a few weeks with our response.'

Hermione beamed as she drove home.

She walked into the manor at about two o'clock and kicked off her white heels.

Draco came downstairs when he heard her come in.

'How did it go, baby?'

'It went really well! Mr. Tanner said, off the record, that I got the position, he just has to talk with some other co-workers! He's going to give me a call in a few weeks.'

'That's good. Congratulations, 'Mione, I hope you get it.'

'Thank you, Draco. How did Quidditch go?'

'It was normal, not too hard. And since we won our last game versus the Catapults, we are tied for first so it's weird that Walker isn't pushing us for our next game in the finals, which is in like three weeks.'

'I'm surprised, too. But I'm more surprised Fudge or Neitzel haven't called you back for more questioning.'

'I'm not. They arrested some people from that group I was in whom were trying to over-throw the Minister. I can't believe those stupid fuckers actually attempted to replace the Minister, anyhoo, a girl, I forgot her name, went to Fudge saying he had information on me. He took the girls information and asked Neitzel about it, they did some research and realized I quit the group, which they discovered the girl was in, before anything bad happened and discovered they had no grounds to arrest me. And they have no further means to question me since they found the group that was "raising the Dark Side".' Draco explained with a chuckle.

'That group you were in wanted to over-throw the Minister?' Hermione asked.

'Yeah.'

'And you were in the group still?'

'I quit didn't I?' He retorted quickly.

'Yes, yes, I was just asking.'

'Anyway, what will you do if you get this job? How many days a week will you work?'

'Umm, probably five days a week. I will file and do paperwork for BBC's clients and workers. I'd also be doing computer work, like sorting albums and songs and things of that nature.'

'How much would you get paid?'

'I think I'd be making around 40,000 Pounds a year.'

'Really? Wow, with no experience?'

'I guess.' Hermione shrugged. 'I'll make sure and get work off for your championship game, though. I wouldn't miss that, Draco.'

'I know, love.' He said softly before kissing her. 'By the way, you look very fetching in this outfit.' He told her eyeing her body.

Hermione blushed, 'Thank you.'

'It would probably look good up on a hanger, too, though…or on the floor. What do you say?' He asked in a whisper.

Hermione laughed at him.

'Okay, I'll be up in a minute.'

Draco smirked devilishly at her and slinked back upstairs.

-Two weeks later-

Hermione felt Draco wake up, so she woke up also to say goodbye before he went to practice.

She stretched under the sheets and then opened her eyes to see Draco slipping on boxers.

'Morning,' Hermione yawned.

Draco turned to look at her and smiled.

'Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?'

'Okay, not perfect yet.'

'Well, we won't go out to eat at that restaurant anymore,' Draco said speaking of dinner they ate the tonight before in town. 'Roast beef isn't that hard to make. I don't know why they had to fuck it up and make you sick.'

'I'm sorry for last night.' Hermione told him.

Draco smirked remembering what happened when they came back from the restaurant.

'C'mon, baby, I'll make you feel better.' Draco told Hermione when they entered the manor.

He then picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into their bedroom.

They both stripped their clothes and Hermione crawled onto the bed, waiting for Draco to lay on top of her.

After a minute or two, they were making love and Draco, of course, began thrusting roughly, like usual…however, after a few too many rapid movements Hermione pushed Draco off of her and threw up on the floor beside the bed.

'It's not your fault, baby. As least you had the decency to push me away and puke on the floor instead of on me or in the bed.' He told her with a grin.

Hermione shrugged under the covers.

Draco went to the bathroom to get ready, came out, dressed, and then walked over to Hermione's side of the bed and sat down.

'Just work on getting good sleep today, baby. I'll see you around noon, okay?'

'Mmhm…' She mumbled.

Draco leaned down and kissed her forehead, then left the room.

Hermione got up two hours later around eleven to go to the bathroom. She decided to stay awake since she was out of bed. She washed her face and was about to brush her teeth, but she immediately felt dizzy and ran over to the toilet and threw up into it.

'Oh god…I cannot believe how bad that food was…'

Suddenly her stomach twisted with nervousness. She ran out of the room and into Draco's study and looked on a calendar.

'Oh god...oh god…' She repeated over and over to herself.

She began counting in her head the last time she remembered having her period.

'About a month and a half ago…maybe a little less…it could be a false alarm.'

She ran back into her and Draco's bedroom, grabbed her wand, and then ran downstairs into the library.

She quickly looked for a big book of spells, the biggest one she could find. Ironically it was called, The Biggest Book of Spells Ever Made.

'P…P…P…' She mumbled as she scanned the index. She found a pregnancy test spell. Wave your wand around your stomach and say, "Gravida". If your wand glows blue you are not, if it glows red you are pregnant.

Hermione took a deep breath and waved the wand around her stomach and said, 'Gravida.'

Suddenly her wand glowed a deep crimson red.

Hermione fell into a poof in shock.

Oh no, Draco and I never talked about this. I knew he always joked about having kids, but did he really want them this soon? I don't even know…I am just about to get this job and I am pregnant? Being pregnant requires work leave…and a baby requires even more! She thought to herself. It could still be a mistake…I'll go to St. Mungo's.

Hermione ran upstairs, brushed her teeth, then threw on a light yellow sundress and apparated to the wizard hospital.

She walked up to a desk and a secretary asked, 'Do you have an appointment?'

'No, I was wondering if I could do a walk-in pregnancy check? My name is Hermione Malfoy.'

'Oh, sure, dear,' the lady said sweetly, 'have a seat in the waiting room and a nurse will be with you shortly.'

Hermione walked into the waiting room, and a nurse came in and called her name even before she sat down.

'Hermione Malfoy.' Said an older woman.

'That's me,' Hermione said walking to the nurse.

'Follow me.'

The nurse led her into a small white room that smelled of bleach. There was a bed with a white sheet on it.

'Please remove your dress and lie down.' The nurse told her.

Hermione obeyed.

The nurse then walked over to the near-naked Hermione and talked to her softly, 'Is this your first pregnancy check?'

'Yes, ma'am.'

'Alright, I'll explain what I'm going to do then,' she began, 'I'm going to rub some a medical cream on you and it will become transparent and make organs, or a fetus, inside your body become visible, all right? I'll also be able to tell how far along you are, if you are indeed pregnant.'

'All right.'

The nurse then conjured up a dark purple cream/jelly and smeared it over Hermione's tummy. The nurse stared at Hermione's stomach for a few moments and then smiled.

'You are one month, one week, and five days pregnant.' The nurse said happily, 'That would mean you were impregnated April 27th…does that ring a bell sweetie?'

'April 27th?' Hermione said aloud. She then remembered that was the day Draco took her to he carnival, 'Oh…'

'Congratulations, do you know who the father is?'

Hermione stared at her in shock.

'Of course I do, he's my husband.'

'Oh, my apologies, you look so young. Many girls are coming in these days not knowing who the father is.'

'Well, I do, thank you. When should I come in again?'

'A few weeks, I'll have the secretary consult a doctor and we'll give you a call, Mrs. Malfoy.'

'Thank you.'

The nurse waved a wand and the jelly disappeared from Hermione and she was clean. Hermione dressed and left St. Mungo's.

Distressing thoughts flooded Hermione's mind as she drove back to the Manor. She walked into the house and saw it was only 11:45.

'Draco will be home soon…' She said aloud to herself, 'what do I do? I can't tell him right now…I don't even know…I…what do I do?'

Then a phone rang interrupting her thoughts.

She walked in a zombie-like trance into the family room and picked up the receiver.

'Hello, Malfoy residence.'

'Hello, is this Hermione Malfoy?'

'It is, who is speaking?'

'Good morning, Mrs. Malfoy, this is Ford Tanner.'

'Oh, hello, Mr. Tanner.'

'I'm calling to tell you we have decided to give you the administration position.'

'Oh! I appreciate your offer very much, Mr. Tanner, but I'm sorry to say…' Hermione paused, 'I cannot accept your generous offer because I just found out I'm pregnant and I'd have to take off work soon, and then more work after the baby is born, so I think it's senseless to start working now.'

'Oh, well, congratulations, Mrs. Malfoy, I wish you luck. Thank you for applying anyway.'

'Thank you so much for the opportunity.'

Hermione hung up the phone and realized she was still very tired. She then decided to just close her eyes for a minute or two. She laid out on the sofa she was sitting on, but ended up falling asleep.

An hour later, Draco walked in through the front door, set down his broom, and kicked off his trainers.

He was about to yell for Hermione, but he caught the word in his breath when he looked into the family room and saw her asleep.

He decided just to go shower quick and then come back down to eat and wake up Hermione.

After his shower and sandwich, Draco waltzed into the family room and sat on the side of the sofa where Hermione's head rested.

He brushed away some stray hairs from her face and then leaned down and kissed her temple. She murmured and sighed. He kissed her again causing her eyes to flutter open.

'Hey, baby, how long were you sleeping? And why didn't you just stay in your pajamas in bed?'

Her eyes widened, remembering what he didn't know.

'Oh, umm…well, an hour after you left I woke up and changed thinking I was going to go out for lunch, but then I realized I was still tired and I slept in here for a few minutes, which turned out to be an hour or so I guess.' She told him, 'How was practice?' She asked, quickly changing the subject.

'Good, a bit rougher finally, but nothing difficult.'

'Oh, that's good…did you eat?'

'Yes, are you hungry?'

'I do have a craving for chicken parmigiana actually.' Hermione said as she got into a sitting position. She immediately regretted saying she had a "craving". Oh, no! He'll know I'm pregnant for sure now! Only pregnant women get cravings!

'Oh, well, I'll have the house-elves whip you up something to satisfy your crave.' He said just before leaving to go to the kitchen.

Hermione sighed once he left.

She ate her chicken and she and Draco then watched a movie together. At about eight o'clock Hermione was tired and went to bed without telling Draco she was pregnant.

Hermione did not tell Draco the next day, or the next. She used every muscle in her body to wait to throw up until after he left for practice, too. But one day a week later, her muscles didn't listen to her.

Hermione was lying in bed asleep. She was so exhausted, from just being pregnant, she didn't feel Draco get up like she had done every day since he began playing for the United team. Draco thought it was odd, but didn't question it. He just assumed she was extra sleepy.

Hermione was dreaming, but suddenly in her dream she imagined she was on an out of control broom. She immediately felt sick and threw up…but it just so happened that morning sickness kicked in and caused her to really throw up on the floor beside her bed again.

'Hermione!' She heard someone cry, 'Hermione, what's wrong?'

Hermione quickly popped open her eyes and found her head hanging over the bed and Draco's concerned silvery eyes peering into hers.

'Are you okay baby?' He asked quickly.

He ran into the bathroom and soaked a towel and wiped up most of the throw-up, then he vanished what he couldn't clean and vanished the dirty cloth. He got a clean washcloth for Hermione to wipe her mouth with and then walked over to the bed and sat down beside her.

'Are you okay baby?' He asked her sincerely.

Hermione wiped her mouth and looked into his soft eyes and immediately felt guilt. And of course, being a pregnant woman and very sensitive, she began crying hysterically.

'Baby, what's wrong!' Draco exclaimed.

Hermione covered her face with her hands and kept crying, not able to utter a word.

He repeatedly brushed hair away from her face that was drenched in salty tears.

'I'm staying home with you today,' He quickly said.

He ran out of the room, down the stairs and into the family room. He picked up the receiver and quickly dialed Harry's number.

'Hullo?' asked Harry from the other line.

'Potter? Tell Walker I won't be at practice today, Hermione's sick or something and I think I should stay home with her.'

'Is she okay?' Harry asked quickly.

'I think so, I am not sure what's wrong, she's kind if scaring me, she's upstairs crying but she doesn't have a temperature or anything so I'm going to just sit with her and eventually figure out how I can help.'

'Maybe you should call St. Mungo's.' Harry suggested.

'I will if she once she calms down and tells me what's ailing her. Just tell Walker. I'll see you later.'

Draco then hung up, ran into the kitchen to get some water, then sprinted up the stairs carefully with it.

Hermione was still crying when he reached her bedside again and set the water on her nightstand next to her.

'Hermione, you're scaring me, love. Please stop crying, I'm right here. Tell me what's wrong. What's hurting you?'

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, which seemed to calm her a bit. Her crying softened to whimpers and she finally removed her hands from her face. Draco's heart tightened when he saw his wife's big, honey eyes filled with tears.

'Should I bring you to St. Mungo's, 'Mione?' he asked concerningly.

She shook her head.

'No,' She barely whispered.

'Why were you crying?' He asked, taking her hands in his.

'I've been sick a lot lately…'

'Flu?'

She shook her head and whispered 'No' again.

He leaned forward and hugged her.

'Then what's wrong, baby?'

Hermione shivered at the word 'baby'.

'We hadn't talked about it…' Hermione quickly threw out.

'What?'

'Weusedtobeforeweweremarried,butjustjoking. Idon'tevenknowifwe'retooyoung. Idon'tknow! I'mscaredandyou'llbemad! Wedidn'tplanit! I'msorry!' She quickly said before hysterically crying again.

Draco tried to process what she said. She said it so fast, he wasn't sure if he caught it all.

Then he saw Hermione lift her knees up against her chest and look down at her stomach. She placed her head in her lap and continued to cry.

Draco felt his heart swell three times it's size. He thought he might have a heart attack. Blood was pumping through his veins faster than lightning. Goosebumps appeared all over his body. He knew.

'Hermione?' He whispered. 'Are you pregnant?'

She suddenly stopped crying, but didn't raise her head.

'Hermione, baby, look at me, please.'

Hermione raised her head and saw a proud smile on his face. A single tear fell from her eye.

'Are you pregnant, love?' He asked again.

She nodded.

Draco grinned widely and kissed her softly.

'Oh my god! Are you sure?' He exclaimed excitedly.

'Yes, I went to St. Mungo's…you aren't mad, Draco?'

'Mad? You are having my baby! Our baby! I'm going to be a father, why would I be mad? I talked about having children so many times! Oh, baby, I love you so much.' He then leaned down and kissed her again.

He pulled her knees from her stomach gently, lying them flat on the bed. He then put his head down on her stomach softly to listen. He grin of pure ecstasy was plastered on his face. Hermione sighed and laughed nervously, running her fingers through Draco's hair while he listened to her stomach.

'How far along are you, my love?' He asked.

'A month and a half now.'

He raised his head and looked at her incredulously.

'What? How long have you known?'

'I found out last week.'

Draco was stunned.

'You've known for a week?' He asked.

'I thought you'd be mad…I was scared, I'm so sorry.'

Draco looked down at her stomach.

'A month and a half?' He wondered aloud. 'I wish you had told me when you found out. I would have loved to had been there, 'Mione.'

'I'm sorry…I wasn't sure what you'd think…we didn't talk about this at all after we got married.'

Draco slowly lifted Hermione's tank top up to the bottom of her chest and looked down at her slightly swollen belly, nothing you would have noticed unless you knew she was pregnant. He leaned down and kissed her stomach softly, gently rubbing her sides.

He then looked back up at Hermione, whose face was tear stained and red.

'You're so beautiful,' he told her, 'our baby is going to be so beautiful. I am sorry I ever caused you to second-guess if I'd be happy about a baby. I'm ecstatic, 'Mione! We're going to be parents! I love you so much.'

He brought his lips to hers once again and captured her mouth in his. Hermione slid a hand up to his face and gently held him close to her. After a few sweet moments he pulled away.

'You're happy then?' Hermione sighed when she could breathe again.

'Of course I am.'

He then stood up and did a mini-tribal dance.

'AH!' He sighed loudly in a sort of cheer. 'I'm going to be a father! Already! This is such an amazing feeling!'

He then went to his knees at her bedside and kissed her stomach again.

'I'm going to be the father I never had. I'm going to try to be the best father ever.' He said, to the baby inside her.

'Be as good to the baby as you are to me, and you will be.' Hermione told him.

He looked up at her and smiled, bearing all his splendid white teeth.

'Do you know what it is yet?' He asked her.

'No, I don't. I don't even know when it's supposed to be born, I am supposed to get a call about my next check-up soon.'

'Well, if you are a month and a half along,' He then paused for a second, 'Wait…was this from the carnival?'

Hermione giggled and nodded. Draco beamed with pride.

'Ha! Well, if you're a month and a half along, that would mean the baby would be due in December right?'

'Around there, yes.'

'Christmas! The baby will be a wonderful Christmas gift!' Draco cried deliriously.

A/N: There ya go! Sorry if that was a lot of information for one chapter, but I wanted to hurry it along. I know MANY of you have been asking for Hermione to be pregnant for QUITE SOME TIME NOW! So there ya go, those of you who wanted a baby! I'm sorry to those who didn't, but it's my story so yeah! Review! Please and Thanks!