Disclaimer; Oh, I am so tired of writing this, but sadly I don't own Harry Potter
A/N I know this chapter is short, very short but it is something you all have been waiting for I hope. Wink ;) Well I hope you all enjoy it. There are only going to be about five or so chapters after this one. Sadly. I am still posting 'Her only escape' and am also writing a new Draco/Hermione romance. I hope you will read them. Well Happy reading and don't forget to review.
Ministry Woes…
The minister decided that we did not have to return to work right away. The whole affair of Draco's kidnapping had been a major source of embarrassment for the ministry. Rita Skeeter and The Daily Prophet had shred the ministry to pieces for not realizing one of their own was missing, and for allowing a nut like Tamwyn to work there. Reporters and angry witches and wizards flooded the ministry with howlers. Our house had also been flocked with reporters and onlookers. We kept to ourselves for the next few weeks, spending time lost in each others arms. It was nice just being alone together again, like we were in school, or right before we got married. Spring came around quickly, and I was fighting off a cold. Every spring, I spent time nursing some sort of cold or flu, ever since I was small. The change in the temperature was the culprit, my mum would always say.
I was lying on the couch, eating some chicken soup one Sunday morning, when I heard knocking. The reporters had died down, and Draco had went back to work, but every once and a while someone would show up to ask more questions.
"Draco, honey, someone is at the door." I yelled.
"Ok" he replied as he strolled towards the door and peeked out the side window. "It's Harry" he said quickly as he opened the door.
"Hey mate, what brings your by? Hermione is sick, so if you don't want to catch anything…"
"No, its fine, I never get sick. I just wanted to let you both know that Tamwyn has been sentenced to 10 years in Azkaban. St. Mungo's is finished treating her so she will start her sentence tomorrow morning."
Draco huffed. I walked in the hallway to talk to Harry, keeping a safe distance.
"Not nearly long enough." I said arms folded across my chest. I looked terrible, in a bathrobe and thick socks. Harry laughed when he saw me.
"Oh, how I missed you in those socks" he laughed. "Every year, when I saw those socks make an appearance, I would shudder."
"These are my sick socks, they make me feel better." I said, scowling.
He laughed again.
"Well, I am going. I hope you will be well enough for Ron's wedding in a few weeks." he said. "Lavender is counting on dressing you up like a pink poof." he was red from giggling. I made a vomiting motion.
"Yeah, be a shame not to be able to see you in that pink frilly dress." Draco said laughing wildly. I stuck my tongue out at both of them and went back to my couch. I heard Harry leaving and Draco came to sit with me. He was still laughing at the thought of me in that ghastly pink dress.
"Laugh now ferret" I said with some emphasis. It was my secret pet name for him when I was annoyed.
"Ferret eh?" He raised an eyebrow at me before jumping on my lap and burying his head in my chest.
"Oooh, eucalyptus is such a turn on." referring to my chest rub my mum had brought me.
"Then I shall wear it everyday." I said jokingly. He made a gagging noise and I laughed.
"If you are not better by this weekend you are going to St. Mungo's to be checked out. This cold is lingering. I don't know why you won't just go and let them fix you up, you rely too much on those muggle remedies." he said.
"I am just used to them I guess. Maybe you are right." I said as I made a dash for the bathroom and proceeded to throw up.
Another week passed of this cold, and Draco shoved me out the door to go to St. Mungo's. I kept telling him I felt much better, which I did. My nose had stopped running, the cough and sore throat had subsided, and I kept down almost everything I ate. I still had a lingering fever and an upset stomach. When we arrived at St. Mungo's Draco checked me in and they came to collect me right away. We sat in a small cubical room for almost an hour while numerous witches and wizards came in and out, performing spells on me, and writing down results on a piece of parchment. Finally the head medi-witch came in.
"You are fine dear. We can't find anything wrong with you." she said looking over the paperwork
"But I had a cold, for almost 2 weeks. And I wake up with a fever and sick to my stomach." I said frantically. Not that I wanted to hear I was sick, but at least I would be only sick, and not nuts.
"We will run a few more things, Mr. Malfoy, please come with me for a moment."
My eyes got wide as they left the room.
'There is something she is not telling me' I thought.
Draco followed her out into the empty hallway. She turned to him and said;
"We can't find anything wrong with her, I am going to perform a few more things and then you can take her home. I want you to wait out here while we finish up." she motioned towards a row of chairs. He sat down quietly and waited.
The medi-witch walked back in the room, papers in one hand, wand in the other. My eyes were wide with a mixture of nervousness and fear.
"Is there something you aren't telling me?" I asked her.
"Well dear, there is one thing left we didn't talk about, when was your last period?"
"Uh…I don't know. I have never been regular. And all the stress from Draco's kidnapping, well maybe it was January some time." I said thinking deeply.
"January? It mid-April. We need to run a test right away." she said scribbling something on the parchment. She waved her wand and muttered something. Pink smoke emitted from the end of her wand. She nodded and wrote something else down.
"That settles it. You are pregnant. Congratulations!" she said.
I fainted dead away.