A/N: WOW WOW WOW I don't think I have ever received so many LONG reviews before! This past chapter, so far, has received68 reviews, half of which are a whole paragraph or more, telling me how much they are enjoying my story and you have no idea how wonderful these past hours and days have been because of all of you.

Also, I received an email from the website director of Parting of the Ways. It said my "Relationships Change" story has been nominated for Best Romance Fic. Can anyone give me information on what this nomination means? I am not sure how I was entered, or how anything works at the site. If any of you know, email or tell me in a review, thanks.

Special thanks to SkyprevMES: I don't think I've been given a longer review. Thanks so much for all your opinions and suggestions on the name 'Madeline". However, if I were to name Hermione and Draco's child all the names my reviewers have asked me, the child would have a VERY long name. I decided on a name before your review, I'm sorry, but thank you so much anyhow.

ON WITH THE STORY

Chap. 34 The Dark Warrior

November 27th- Hermione's 8th Month

Tonight was the night of the random party at the Malfoy Manor…Ginny's idea. She felt Hermione and Draco were not social enough. There were hundreds of people there: Hogwarts alumni, Hogwarts professors, Ministry workers (neither Nikolaus nor Fudge attended however), Hermione's parents, Draco's mother, and the whole Weasley family, except for Percy.

There were people spread out from the Entertainment Room to the Family Room to the Ballroom. A piano was charmed in the foyer to play all night. At the moment, as haunting and sad as it is, the theme from Schindler's List was playing. It was Hermione, obviously, who charmed the piano, ergo the muggle music.

'Yes, Draco's Quidditch season went really well,' Hermione said to Luna Lovegood, 'the Puddlemere United team flew away with the championship.'

'That's really good. I'm surprised the Flooglehorns didn't interrupt the season, they're bloody irritating this time of year.' Luna replied.

Hermione looked at Luna inquisitively, but opted not to question her.

'Yes, it's a good thing they didn't get in the way.' Hermione said with a smile.

Suddenly Hermione heard a shriek, two actually.

'HERMIONE!'

Hermione turned around and saw two very prettily dressed women.

'Good evening, Parvati, Lavender. How are you two?' Hermione asked sweetly.

'Good! We just got here with Blaise and Seamus,' Lavender replied.

'How are you and baby doing!' Parvati asked, looking at Hermione's rather large stomach.

'Good. The mediwitches said we're both healthy,' Hermione said with a smile.

'Fabulous! How's Draco doing?' Parvati asked.

'He's doing wonderfully, I better actually go find him. Will you two be here long?'

'Well, until our men leave!' Parvati chimed.

'And knowing Blaise, I'll be here awhile.' Lavender said with a grin.

'Good, I'll see you both later on tonight then.'

'Sure will!' Lavender cried as Parvati grinned and waved.

Hermione left the two girls, just to be stopped by ten other talkative individuals before she reached Draco.

She walked into the Entertainment Room and saw Draco talking animatedly with a group of men. There were about six of them, all sitting on rod-iron chairs. Hermione could tell Draco was talking about one of his Quidditch games by the wave of his hand; he caught the Snitch apparently.

Hermione slowly made her way to the back of the Room, where her husband and friends were. As soon as Draco caught eye of Hermione he motioned for three of the men to stop doing something. Once Hermione reached Draco, she saw the remains of cigars in dishes.

She then felt an arm around her and lips on her forehead.

She looked at the owner of the arm and saw Draco, who had risen from the chair.

'Hey baby, how are you doing?' Draco asked.

'I'm good, how are you?'

'Excellent, just telling the boys a story.' Draco said, pointing around the circle of men.

Hermione smiled at them. She saw Blaise, Harry, Fred, George, and Theodore Nott. Hermione gave a small wave and then Fred and George spoke up.

'Where did you get the cigars, Malfoy?' Fred asked.

'Yeah, they Cuban?' George asked.

'Why did we have to put them out?' Blaise whined.

'Special ordered from Cuba, yes, and because Hermione is pregnant.' Draco answered in order. Suddenly Draco realized Hermione was not sitting yet. 'Oh, 'Mione, sit, sit. I got up for you.'

'No, Draco, you were talking to your friends, you can sit.'

'Just take a seat, 'Mione.' Harry told her.

Draco kissed Hermione's cheek and then whispered for her to sit down, and she did.

'So, Hermione, I know Draco is dying from not fucking, but how are you doing?' Blaise asked bluntly.

Harry choked on the butterbeer he was drinking, Hermione reddened, Gred and Forge laughed, Draco's eyes widened.

'Oh, well, umm…' Hermione mumbled incoherent words.

'You've got wit!' George cried as he smacked Blaise on the back.

'Yeah! Ever considered the practical joke business?' Fred asked him.

'Huh?' Blaise wondered.

'What's your career right now?' George asked Blaise.

'Oh no…' Harry sighed, 'this can't turn out good.'

'I work at a pub in Hogsmeade right now,' Blaise answered hesitantly.

'Ever been to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?' Fred asked, putting his arm around Blaise.

Blaise shook his head, then Fred pulled Blaise up and led him, along with George, to a more secluded area to chat about "job opportunities".

Harry looked anxiously away from Hermione and Draco. Hermione was still red and also avoided Harry's eyes.

'I've got to go find Ginny,' Harry said suddenly. He then walked away, very quickly.

'Why are you blushing my love?' Draco asked Hermione, pulling her up to a standing position, wrapping both arms around her. 'You should be used to Blaise's point-blank conversation by now.'

'I thought I was…I am, just not in the presence of others! Like Harry and the Weasley's.' Hermione said timidly.

'Sorry if you were embarrassed. On a different subject, how's the party going in your opinion?'

'Good, there are a lot of people here, more than I expected.'

'The Malfoys are a popular couple I guess.' Draco said with a shrug.

Hermione smiled and laughed.

Draco looked up at a clock and then back down at Hermione.

'It's nearly nine, are you tired? You've been socializing since seven, that's a lot for a pregnant woman.' Draco told her.

'I'm a bit tired.'

'You should go up to bed,' He instructed.

'I can't leave, it's our guests.'

'Yes you can. If people ask where you are I'll say you are sleeping and they'll understand, you know they aren't going to get mad at a pregnant woman.'

'Are you sure?'

'I'm positive, love. Go, get sleep.'

'All right, good luck with everyone. Good night,' She said. She then leaned up and kissed him softly.

Draco moved into a prostrate stance and kissed Hermione's stomach. He stood back up to see a smiling Hermione.

'Good night beautiful, I love you.' He said softly.

Hermione began to walk away, but added, 'I love you, too, see you in the morning.'

Hermione woke up at eleven, but laid in bed and read until noon, which is when Draco finally woke up.

'Good morning, Starshine. The Earth says, "hello!"' Hermione said cheerfully to Draco when his eyes opened up.

Draco looked at her with confusion, but was too tired to ask her about her statement.

'How late were you up, sleepyhead?' Hermione asked.

'Ugh…too late.' Draco mumbled groggily. 'The last guests were over until one in the morning.'

'Really? Wow!'

'But I didn't get to bed until two.'

'Why not?'

'I cleaned up fire whiskey and butterbeer bottles until forever. I also had to sweep up cigarette and cigar ashes. OH! Also I had to clean up these damned "juiced boxes" or whatever the hell that lil' redhead called them.' Draco said into his pillow.

'Why didn't you just quickly use a spell to clean it all up?' Hermione inquired.

'I can't find my damn wand! Those bloody twins demonstrated something to Blaise and needed it, I haven't seen it since!' Draco said, still groggily, but louder. 'I would have told a house-elf to clean it all up, but then I remembered…you gave them the bloody, fucking night off.' He then began to mimic Hermione in a high-pitched voice, '"Draco-kins, we get to have a party, why not let the house-elves have the night off! They are going to hear all of us having fun and not get to join it! Just let them have this night off, you won'tneed them during the party anyway, they'll just get in the way!" Damn woman…'

'I don't call you Draco-kins!' Hermione cried with a laugh.

'Whatever, that's not the point.'

'Why didn't you come up and use my wand?'

'It was one in the morning! I had like five bottles of fire whiskey, I wasn't really thinking straight.' Draco pouted.

'I'm sorry you had to go through the terrible suffering of doing house-work for once in your life.' Hermione said sarcastically.

'Thank you.' Draco replied, thinking she was serious.

Hermione rolled her eyes and continued reading as Draco fell back asleep.

A few days before Hermione's due date, Draco came home from Blaise's to find his wife sitting in the rocking chair in their baby's nursery.

He peeked inside the room and saw her reading a book. The book had two rabbits on the front cover and it was entitled Guess How Much I Love You. He suddenly saw Hermione wipe her eyes. She was crying.

'Hermione?' He asked softly.

She looked up quickly. Draco's heart went out to her, it looked like she had been crying for some time.

'Hey,' she replied softly.

'Is something wrong?'

Hermione laughed nervously and answered, 'No. I'm just being emotional.'

'How's the book?'

'It's sweet…Draco?'

'Yes, my love?' He replied as he walked over to her side.

'We're going to be good parents aren't we? I mean…do we know how to be parents?'

'Well, you've read enough books on the subject.' He said with a chuckle.

'I know, but once a real situation comes up, will we be able to handle it?'

'Well, other parents can do it, so why can't we?' He asked looking up into her red, watery eyes.

'How will we know when to punish him or her? How do parents punish children these days? I mean, I don't want to be too strict, but I don't want to spoil our child either. How often do we stop what we are doing and run to the baby when he or she cries? When it the stopping line for running to the baby? When is it time to teach it crying doesn't get you every thing you want? How often should we pick up the baby? Should we feed the baby every time he or she cries? How will we know when to take the baby to St. Mungo's children ward, or just give the baby a remedy here?' Hermione took a deep breath after she rattled all the questions off.

'I think all that comes naturally, Hermione. It's normal to worry like that though. We shouldn't be physical when we punish. We go to the baby when he or she cries every time as a newborn and for a year or so, don't we? I suppose it depends on the baby though. We pick up the baby as much as we want, I don't think that is anything to worry about. We feed the baby when it's feeding time, we should make it scheduled so the baby learns subconsciously when to eat, not at first of course, a newborn will eat whenever, but as it gets a bit older, few months, we should make sure to make it scheduled. And about sickness, we have that clock that tells us how serious the illness is. If we don't have a potion or remedy from Snape and Pomprey that works, then we go to Mungo's. Okay?'

Hermione smiled and nodded.

'Oh and we're going to be fabulous parents I think. I hope.' Draco added.

He thengrabbed the book from her hands and put it back on the shelf. He took her hands and kissed each one.

'Due date is coming up really soon.'

'I think I want to do it naturally.' Hermione said abruptly.

'What?'

'Labor…I want to do it naturally, no spells or charms.'

'What? Why? You have the privilege, as a witch, to not feel as much pain! I don't want you to go through all that, you don't need to!'

'I want to. I want to feel the true pains a normal mother feels.'

'You did. You threw up and had cramps.'

'It wasn't that bad,' Hermione said softly, 'if I use charms for the labor, I'd feel cheated.'

'How? You'll feel healthy instead of pain, what's wrong with that?' Draco asked.

'Draco, can't you just give up the argument? It's my body and I want it to be natural.'

'I have to be in the room, and I don't want to watch you suffer.'

'Well, that's very chivalrous of you, but it's my decision. Now, if I'm in too much pain when I begin to go in labor and I'm unable to form an intelligent sentence, tell the mediwitches I don't want any spells done, unless the baby becomes in danger.'

'Or you.' Draco added.

'What?'

'I'll tell them to do spells only if the baby or you become in danger.'

Hermione simply nodded. She then stood up, with Draco's help, and glanced in the mirror atop the dresser at her silhouette.

'I gained 19 pounds…' Hermione sighed.

'How do you know?'

'I asked the doctor last week when we went in for our check up.'

'That's not very much.' He responded.

She turned from the mirror to look at him with an awe-struck expression.

'That's not very much? I weigh 133 pounds now!' (a/n: I personally don't think that is a lot at all, but Hermione is small and she's likes it that way, mainly because she thinks that is what Draco's likes).

'That's not a lot. You were supposed to gain 22 to 26 pounds, you should have gained more. It's better, healthier, to gain more.'

'Oh gosh, I'm going to have to run now, like every day for a year.'

'No you won't. After the baby is delivered, you won't feel so big.'

'I gained more than just the baby weight. I gained a lot from eating so much…stupid cravings.'

Draco wrapped his arms loosely around her waist.

'Since when does Hermione, formerly known as Granger, care about her weight? You never freaked about it before.'

'That's because I've never gained 19 pounds in nine months before.' She spat.

'Don't worry about it. I'm not going to have you go running and wearing yourself out because you gained a few measly pounds.'

'You'll change your mind once you see me naked again after the baby is born.'

Draco raised his eyebrows at her.

'Hermione, you are pissing me off to be perfectly blunt. You were always a little on the skinny side, I won't mind at all that you gained a few pounds. I'm not going to critique your body right after carrying an eight-pound human inside of you for nine months. Don't feel like you have to go do excruciating workouts to look "good" in front of me…don't worry, my love, I'll still be happy to have sex with you after the baby's born, even if you are 130 pounds instead of 115 pounds or whatever.' He said with a smirk.

'Thanks…but I'm still going to feel huge.'

'Oh, stop it. You are acting like one of those prissy models that freak out if they eat one fucking potato crisp.' Draco said snippily.

'I'm sorry, I know I'm not usually like this…I don't know, I just hope my stomach is able to go back to normal after the baby.'

'I'll still love you if it doesn't, but I'm sure it will. Sit-ups will help, but don't push your self too hard.'

Draco leaned down and kissed her softly.

'It's Christmas tomorrow you know.' Hermione sighed after Draco's pulled his lips away.

'I know it is. Three days until delivery, well if it comes the exact day it's due. Are you scared?'

Hermione thought for a moment and then replied, 'Yes. I'm terrified.'

'Me too.' Draco said truthfully. 'I've never been more afraid…but I've also never been more excited.'

Hermione giggled and said, 'Same with me.'

'It's nearly eight, 'Mione, aren't you tired? You usually take a nap by now.'

'Yes, I'm tired, but I rather be with you right now.'

'Well, what if I come take a nap with you?' He suggested with a wink.

'I think that's the perfect solution.'

Draco and Hermione left the nursery and went to their room, which was the next room over.

Hermione took off her maternity jeans and sweater, and put on a baggy T-shirt and silk low-rise boyshorts. Draco wore just boxers. They both crawled onto the bed. Hermione laid up against Draco, her back to his chest, and he threw one arm lackadaisically across her. He began to kiss her shoulder and neck, also biting her playfully. Hermione giggled as he continued.

'Draco?' She said suddenly, completely interrupting Draco's fun.

'Yes?'

'What house will our child be in?'

'Umm…ours?' He replied, not understanding her.

'No, Hogwarts' house. I was in Gryffindor, you were in Slytherin. What house do you think our child will be in?'

'Depends on the child. Hopefully Slytherin.'

'No, I hope the Sorting Hat picks Gryffindor, I don't want my child to be sly, cunning, and a prat.'

'Hey now, I'm an alumni of Slytherin mind you! Not all Slytherins go bad.'

'You almost did…most of them do…and you are a prat.' She said with a slight chuckle.

'Well, at least I had fun, all you did was study.'

'Yeah, fun…shagging girls, you really want your child to do the same things you did?'

'Well, no, maybe.'

'Draco! We are not condoning the promiscuity you're parents allowed.'

'They didn't allow it, they just didn't stop me.'

'That's condoning, and we aren't doing that.'

'You mean you wish you hadn't been "promiscuous" with me?' He asked, nipping at her neck again.

'I didn't have multiple partners, like you did. And I'd prefer our child not have sex while attending Hogwarts. We should have waited.'

'You wish you hadn't had sex with me before marriage?'

'I don't regret anything, Draco, but I do believe we should be more firm with our child.'

'Yeah, well it's your job then telling our child when they can have sex, leave me out of that.'

'Draco! We have to be in on everything together!'

'As long as they use contraceptive spell protection, and aren't sluts or man-whores, I'm fine.'

'I think you would have been classified as a man-whore.' Hermione said jokingly.

'I didn't get paid or pay…I don't like talking about this with you, you always make me feel guilty.'

'Good.'

'Fine. We can tell our kid not to have sex until after Hogwarts.'

'Or preferably marriage.'

'Yeah, that's not going to happen.' Draco mumbled.

'Draco,' She said sternly, 'there are some people out there that actually do wait.'

'Yeah, they are fat and ugly.'

'That's not true! They are just very good at self-control.'

'You don't know anyone who hasn't had sex, Hermione.'

Hermione thought for a second.

'Ron.'

'Oh, yeah, sure. He nearly raped you, I'm sure he's found someone to give him a good lay by now.'

'Okay, Fred and George.'

'HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!' Draco screamed out laughter. 'Are you kidding me! They are like tied with Blaise on the horny level!'

'What? No they aren't! How would you know?'

'Because I talked to them at the party we had awhile ago! They've shagged more girls than I have, and that's separately.'

'They probably made it up, they joke around a lot. You don't know for sure if they are telling the truth.'

'And you don't know if they are lying.'

'I'm going to sleep.' She said.

Draco smirked a smile of victory and also closed his eyes.

Draco felt like he only slept an hour when Hermione woke him up the next day. However, when we woke up he looked at the clock and realized he HAD only slept one hour!

'Hermione, what's wrong?' He asked groggily, 'Why'd you wake me up?'

He turned to look at her properly and saw she was holding her stomach, and her eyes were wide.

'Draco…it's time.'

Draco's eyes widened to the size of watermelons and hopped out of bed.

'Oh my god…oh my god.' He repeated.

He grabbed his wand and waved it toward the closet. Immediately, the doors opened, a suitcase jumped out, and clothes started folding themselves inside of it.

He ran to Hermione's side, kicked Hilde's cot out of the way, waking her in the motion, and helped Hermione up.

'Did master need something?'

'No!' Draco shouted, a bit louder than he meant to.

Hermione was taking slow breaths, as Draco summoned a robe and threw it around her. He then slipped on pants and a T-shirt.

'Actually, yes!' Draco cried, 'Owl St. Mungo's and tell them Hermione Malfoy is coming and she's going into labor!'

'Yes Sir!' Hilde cried, running to a desk.

'Are you okay, baby?' Draco asked Hermione as he tiedher robe.

'Uhh…yeah, I think so.' She replied in a frightened tone.

She then seized Draco's hand and squeezed it tightly.

'Draco, I'm scared.' She said quickly.

'You're going to be okay, c'mon, keep holding my hand. I'll apparate us to St. Mungo's.'

--

Once Draco appeared at the front desk of St. Mungo's, a mediwitch set Hermione in a wheelchair and she, Hermione, and Draco went off to a private room as the obstetrician mediwitch was called.

The obstetrician appeared in Hermione's room quickly. They set Hermione up on a bed and did a few tests.

'You're going through your contractions, just keep breathing like you are, you are doing great.' The O.B. told her.

Hermione was gripping Draco's hand, Draco looked like he was about to faint. He had never felt more afraid in his entire life, and that's saying something.

'By the looks of it, you'll probably go through about five hours of labor. Mr. Malfoy, would you like to wait or be in the room when the time comes for Hermione to give birth?' the O.B. asked him.

Draco didn't answer for a few moments, he was as white as a sheet and staring at Hermione.

'Mr. Malfoy?'

'DRACO!' Hermione cried in a contraction break.

'Oh! Um…yeah, I'll stay in the room with her.'

After a few more minutes of checking Hermione's dilation, the doctor addressed Hermione.

'Okay, we will charm you, Hermione, once your contractions become five minutes or less apart, I'll charm you so you don't feel pain, but don't worry, you'll still be able to push just as well.'

'No.' Hermione said breathlessly, once another contraction came. 'I don't want any charms or spells, I want it natural.'

'What?' The O.B. asked incredulously.

'She doesn't want any spells done to her,' Draco explained, finally getting control of himself, 'she wants to feel everything I guess. We talked about this earlier.'

'Well, if that's what she wants.' The O.B. replied. 'The contractions are about ten minutes apart, I'll be back in a few minutes.'

The obstetrician mediwitch then left the room.

Draco kissed Hermione's forehead and then asked, 'Are you doing okay? Do you need to get into a different position or anything? Are you comfortable? Do you need any water or ice?'

'Ice, please.'

Draco took out his wand from his pocket and conjured up a cup of ice.

'I can hold it, thanks.' Hermione said gratefully.

Hermione dumped a mouthful of ice cubes in her mouth and began sucking hard. Draco gazed at her for a minute and then said, 'Oh, what I'd give to be one of those ice cubes.'

This caused Hermione to laugh and spit out one of the cubes.

'Thanks, baby. I needed that.' She said as she hit the deserted ice cube off of her.

'Are you still doing well?'

'Yeah…this part isn't so bad…just annoying.'

Suddenly Draco felt his hand lose feeling and realized Hermione was going through another contraction and squeezing the life out of it, but he didn't complain, it didn't phase him, he knew what he had to do.

'Breathe, my love, breathe. You're doing beautifully, it's almost done,' he said looking at a machine next to her. 'Okay…done, it's passed.'

Hermione gasped and regulated her breathing again.

'You're doing so well,' Draco said happily, 'I'm so proud. I can't even believe this is happening. It seems so surreal.'

Hermione just smiled at him.

Draco took a wet rag that a nurse had brought it earlier and wiped Hermione's brow with it.

…

'Push, Hermione!' The doctor told her.

Hermione was screaming, and Draco nearly was too…from nervousness, fear, and the lack of blood circulating through his hand.

Draco watched in awe at the doctor, whose hands were where he wished they didn't have to be, and Hermione who was red and sweaty and crying from the pain of pushing for the past hour or so…Draco lost track of time.

After six hours, Draco heard the loudest scream he'd ever heard…then a slap…and finally the most beautiful sound ever, his baby cried.

Hermione was crying harder now and Draco was all smiles and teary-eyed.

'Congratulations, you have a healthy baby boy.'

A nurse cleaned the baby as the doctor told Hermione to push again, because of the placenta (a/n: sorry if this too visual for you, I tried to make it not, but I also wanted it to seem somewhat real).

Another nurse mediwitch cleaned up Hermione a bit, and then the O.B. brought the wrapped up baby boy to Hermione and Draco.

'Hermione, would you like to hold you newborn boy?'

Hermione wiped her tears and nodded ardently.

The doctor then set the small baby into Hermione's arm.

'He is 7 pounds, 11 ounces and 21 inches long, and perfectly healthy, and so is the mother.'

Draco and Hermione, at this point, were both completely oblivious to anything the doctor was saying. All they heard were the soft coos of their new baby.

Draco kissed Hermione lovingly on the lips and then he softly kissed his son.

'A boy…I have a son…we have a son.' Draco said breathlessly. He then turned to Hermione and said, 'You did so well, I'm so proud of you…and I don't think I've ever been more attracted to you.' He smiled at her brightly.

Hermione laughed, but didn't take her eyes off of their son. She kissed the infant softly on the top of his head. Tears were running down her cheeks.

'Would you like to hold your son?' Hermione asked Draco.

Draco nodded and gently took the infant from her arms. The baby began to cry softly when he left Hermione, but instantly stopped once Draco brought him close to his chest.

Draco rocked the baby back and forth slowly, and didn't take his eyes of him.

'You're so handsome,' Draco whispered softly to the baby, 'and I don't think I've seen anything so beautiful since your mother.'

Hermione smiled at his words.

'When will his eyes open?' Draco asked the doctor.

'It varies from 6 to 12 hours.' He said, 'Well everything seems good with both mum and baby, so I'll leave you three and be back shortly.'

'Thank you,' Draco said to him.

The O.B. nodded and left along with the nurses.

Hermione looked up at Draco who was smiling and stroking their son's face.

'I don't think he looks like a Damien,' Draco commented, looking to Hermione.

'Damien? Where did that name come from?' Hermione asked.

'It's the boy name we agreed on.'

'I didn't like Damien, I liked Andrew. But he doesn't look like an Andrew either.'

'No, he doesn't. He looks like a Chilion, it means perfection…but that's too strange.'

'Cillian?' Hermione suggested, 'I think that's pretty.'

'Pretty? It's a boy, my love. What about Cayden?'

'I like that.' Hermione said with a smile. 'Cayden Donovan?'

'Cayden Donovan Malfoy.' Draco said aloud, 'It's perfect, I love it. Cayden is original and Donovan means "dark warrior" and that is nice and dominate sounding.'

Hermione grinned approvingly.

'We just named our child, Draco…our baby boy.' Hermione said, as if noting itin her mind.

'When do you think we'll be able to bring Cayden Donovan home?'

'I'm sure we'll have to stay over night, but that is probably it.' Hermione said.

Draco stared down at the baby.

'I think Cayden Donovan is asleep.'

Hermione laughed softly.

'You really like the name don't you?'

'What?'

'You keep calling him by his first and middle name,' she pointed out.

'Oh, well, it's a great name.AND we aren't shortening his name to Cay.' He said.

'I wouldn't dream of it. I was thinking Aiden.'

'Aiden is okay, but I like calling him Cayden Donovan better.' Draco said with a grin.

'That's good, too. He can be like those people who go by both names, you know, like Sarah Michelle Gellar and Jennifer Love Hewitt.'

'Who the fuck are they?'

'Draco!' Hermione scolded quietly, 'You can't swear like that with the baby now!'

'Oh…that's going to be hard.'

'Yes, well, you'll have to make use of the term: self-control.'

'I hate using that term.' Draco muttered.

'I know you do, I'm sorry.' Hermione said tiredly.

'You want to nap with baby?' Draco asked.

Hermione smiled and nodded excitedly.

Draco placed Cayden Donovan Malfoy in Hermione's arms gently.

'I'm going to owl people about Cayden Donovan. Should I tell anyone other than your parents, my mother, Harry, Weasleys, Blaise and Dumbledore, whom will tell the rest of the professors?'

'No, that sounds like enough. My parents will tell Krista and Bradin, Blaise will tell Lavender, whom will tell Parvati, who will tell the rest of our former classmates. You covered everyone.'

'Okay, I'm going to go track down an owl, quill and parchment. You rest.'

'Draco?'

'Yes my love?' he replied just as his hand reached the door handle.

'Thank you.'

Draco let go of the knob, moved back to Hermione and kissed her, then Cayden.

'No, thank you,' He whispered in her ear.

Draco turned his head and looked at a wall clock. It read 3:42.

'Oh, and one more thing,' Draco began. 'Merry Christmas, 'Mione.'

A/N: In case you didn't realize it: Cayden Donovan was born on Christmas Day!

On a different note:

I have been getting many reviews asking how it was possible that Hermione was going to give birth in December, when January SHOULD be nine months…well, that's easy to explain: I was not counting correctly when I first wrote those chapters…I'm sorry, I'm retarded sometimes. I apologize for sucking in math and counting off months lol. Well, obviously I still had the baby born in December, pretend it's nine months. Thanks. REVIEW! PLEASE AND THANKS