A/N: Oh guys I am so sorry it's been taking me forever to update stories, but now midterms are next week and Marching Band season is over and I've finished writing my senior essay! Therefore, I shall hopefully start updating more frequently. It should help you all to know that the only stories I have been working on recently, are the three highest reviewed. Although there is a collaboration I am writing with one of my friends thats only being posted on my livejournal. That's probably going to be longer than any of my fics on I am surprised needless to say. Anyways. As I am sure you will notice while reading this really astoundingly short chapter that this is not a finished chapter. This, like my original posting of chapter ten for Little Steps, is a promise to my faithful readers and reviewers that I haven't given up on this story. I just haven't had the time to write more until the last few days. This story however has an outline. Something I rarely make for stories. So bear with me. I hope to have the rest of chapter four finished by Monday the latest. If it's not up then I give you all permission to beat me with Lucius' pimp cane.

"Harry! Harry, you have to open the door!" Hermione called. "Harry I don't know the password and I don't like standing around out here."

Harry chuckled, watching Draco who immediately went to open the door. The blonde sent a glare over his shoulder at the pregnant boy before allowing Hermione to enter.

"Morning Mione," Harry greeted from his chair.

Hermione beamed. "Good morning."

Draco sat down on an overstuffed armchair diagonal from Harry's as Hermione seated herself on the love seat.

"How's Mr. Malfoy," she asked politely.

"He's dieing of boredom in the hospital wing."

Draco snorted, knowing that wasn't far from the truth. Harry rolled his eyes, ignoring the blonde. "So Mione how was your night?"

She grinned evilly, tucking her errant brown frizzy hair behind her ear. "Ron flipped out. I haven't seen him so steamed since Ginny told him she fancied Draco." Her eyes widened and she slapped her hands over her mouth as she realized what she said. "Oops," she whispered, blushing hotly.

"Ginny fancies Draco?" He exclaimed laughingly. Hermione huffed and crossed her arms. Harry stood up, so he could sit next to her. He picked up her hands where they were clenched in her lap and squeezed them. "Come on Hermione. Don't be like that."

Draco was smirking at the young woman, trying desperately to suppress an eye roll as Harry began to mother her. He watched as Harry slowly began to soothe the girl's frayed nerves and an expression of awe cross her face followed quickly by amusement. He was so busy silently laughing at the two on the beige love seat he never heard the door open or shut.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

Draco almost jumped out of his seat in shock, almost. He turned in his seat, his light blue eyes wide with recognition and surprise.

"Father," he breathed, standing up rapidly, accidentally knocking off a book that had been hanging on the edge of the glass coffee table. "Poppy let you out?" He winced at his own comment but didn't retract it, because honestly he was curious why his father was standing here in front of him and not lying in a hospital bed being fussed over by the healer.

Lucius laughed at his son's expression and clapped him on the back. "Of course she did."

Harry, who had been so busy trying to explain away and comfort his distraught friend, glanced over his shoulder to see what the commotion was all about. An ear splitting smile burst across his face as he leapt to his feet. Actually he got up very slowly, his back having been aching all morning, but his expression told everyone in the room if he wasn't pregnant he'd have been to his feet and already at Lucius' side.

Hermione smiled and nodded politely, to the older man, still not sure what she felt about him yet. But she'd reserve judgment until she got to know him better. After all Harry honestly appeared very very happy. Elated even and she'd only been back for a day. She didn't want to mess up any chances of staying Harry's friend like Ronald had.

"Miss Granger," Lucius said in acknowledgement as his arm wormed it's way around Harry's back. Harry smiled up at him.

A/N: So once again. Tell me if I really need to update more frequently. All the people who review make me type faster, especially when there are good ideas involved.