Author's note: Okay, I so love you guuys for all your lovely reveiws! Okay! Eliot Z. Wetherbee-I'm sorry for spelling McGonagall wrong. a good friend of mine has a name very very close to it, and they changed the spelling and I'm used to spelling it like that. Sorry, if it annoys you. I've rectified it for the rest of the chapter, butI can't be bothered to correct the past ones. Waaaay too many chapters.I'll get around to it soon anough. And Prowlingkitkat, I changed that already. Rinny08 - Sorry for your legs and butt. This chapter is for you! because you sat down and readi EVERYTHING in on sitting! YAY! claps for Rinny. And no Piper, this is not the end.

So once again this chapter is for Rinny08, Prowlingkitkat, Eliot Z. Wetherbee, Rocked Bitch and Piper. Also to Slightlypsychoprincess and Lone Butterfly-love you guys to little bitty bits!

Chapter 26 – Summer Days

Hermione's summer was not going according to plan.

She got used to the bit where she had to be constantly lying to her parents thing. She had already accepted that she was going to have to lie to them for both their safety and hers. They had already asked why she had declined going to France again this summer and why she had been eating weird things like Ben and Jerry's and popcorn and duck (she had previously hated duck.) She had nearly slipped twice but managed to hold her tongue, after all, she did not fancy seeing what they would say if they found out that she was not only pregnant, but married. She had never been more thankful to Professor McGonagall for the glamour charm that hid her 'baby bump' so effectively.

Hermione sighed and pulled her long unruly brown hair into a serviceable ponytail, a few of the more stubborn strands sprung out immediately. Well, those really could not be helped. She had quite a bit more on her mind lately. She was currently sitting in the library near her house reading though yet another book about infantry and baby-care. She was sitting in a nook at the very back and was very careful about keeping a few other books around her that had nothing to do with babies to pretend she was doing some 'light' reading.

Not that anyone would see her. The library was one of those large wood paneled rooms with a second floor, a wide staircase and a veritable labyrinth of shelving. It was uncommonly large and it was one of Hermione's favorite places in the world. A few years ago a whole bunch of the families that lived in the proximity banded together to upgrade the old rundown and musty library. Now, it was equipped with computerized card catalogs and proper air conditioning.

She had spent countless hours since the beginning of summer frantically pouring over these tomes. She had decided against checking out even one of theses books, the librarian was a close personal friend of her parents and if she should realize what kind of book Hermione was reading, she may well inform the Grangers. Her parents in turn were no idiots they would somehow piece everything together and then confront her about it.

And she couldn't let that happen.

So she just spent hours and hours just sitting down and reading title after title. This particular one was very informative, however, it said what every other book she had read on the subject had said: to go see a doctor.

She frowned.

Women had children all the time, healthy children. It wasn't that hard. It looked like al she had to do was push and make that queer la maze breathing sound.

Right?

Right?

This book, however was telling her that so much could go wrong. By not seeing a doctor she was increasing the risk of problems with the position of the child, or mental problems-that really scared her.

She felt the baby kick and pressed her hand to her abdomen where her child was growing steadily.

Did she really want to risk it?

Hermione scanned the page again.

Women have been giving birth for centuries, many without medication, it is very possible to have a healthy baby with out any medical attention, however, this course of action is not prescribed.

She was a witch, for god sakes. In fact, Madame Pomfrey had given her some prenatal potions back at Hogwarts, but she just wasn't sure that was enough. After all, she wasn't quite sure what they did and she could just hear her mother's voice in her head saying that she needed some sort of scientific assurance.

Bloody doctors.

Her doctor, well, dentist mother was talking I her head for her to go see other doctors about the baby because these dodgy healers were just not enough to assure a healthy child. After all Wizarding people didn't even have electric-hell most couldn't even pronounce it-what could they know?

Hermione sighed and shook her mother out of her head. She sorely wished she could just speak to her mum right now, that was what mums were for but she couldn't ask her mum. She had to make the decision herself. Sorta. She could have asked Draco. But it was wholly possible to have a baby with no doctor examining her right? Right? Besides, if she went to a doctor she not only risked her parents finding out, she risked that the information could fall into the wrong hands and then the Deatheaters would know about it. If she went she endangered her child, if she didn't then she was still endangering her child.

Wow, so this is what everyone talked about when they talked about the responsibilities of motherhood. Whether she liked it or not she had a choice to make and it was not an easy one.

She contemplated for a moment talking to Malfoy. She glanced into her the bag she always kept with her. Everyday she came back to the library she brought it with her. Inside she kept a few note books and a few pens to jot down notes, some candy to sooth her cravings and the two way mirror he had given her. She wasn't sure why she always kept it with her. She supposed that it was just right that she could contact him at any time.

She decided against outright talking to him, worried that someone might hear. So, instead she uncapped a felt tip pen and wrote on the mirror hoping he'd be able to read it on the other end.

Should I go see a doctor?

She knocked on the mirror and then directed her attention back to her book, wondering how long it would take Draco to reply. She didn't have to wait long, mere moments later she heard a knock on the pane and saw his handwriting on the mirror.

Is that what all the books are telling you to do?

She didn't bother to wonder how he knew that she was reading all about it.

Yes.

Didn't Pomfrey give you something for the tot?

Yes, but I really don't think it's enough.

I'm not going to be stupid and try to argue about this. You'll do what you want.

Hermione stared at the mirror surprised. He gave in? Didn't try to talk her out of it? Nothing? At all? There must something going on at his end.

Draco-

You're about to ask me something I know it and before you do, save it.

I'm just want to ask what's going on with you.

Go to that Doctor-as you muggles call them. There was a pause and then he added: But be careful. I don't have to remind you of the consequences.

No. you don't.

Don't open your legs for just anyone, Love.

Hermione rolled her eyes and put the mirror back into her bag. Leave it to Malfoy to turn anything into something lewd. Of course, this was not a particular difficult situation to turn. Oh well, at least was all decided. For some reason she felt better knowing that he had consented. It was probably because now that she had his approval, if anything bad happened he could not get mad at her. That had to be it. They were in this together and they shared responsibility. She was right to ask him.

She did not want to think about anything else. He thought it was okay, she wanted to do it, no more internal debate. No more magic versus science she had had enough of that back when she originally got accepted into Hogwarts.

Hermione sighed and grabbed a particularly wayward curl intending on tucking it behind her ear when she caught a good look at it.

Oh Merlin, a white hair.

Hermione had never been a particularly vain girl. Unlike many other girls in her year she did not pay much attention to her looks, she always had more important things to do.

This however, she could not tolerate.

She yanked it out savagely and got to her feet. She knew one thing, stress was bad for the baby and she was stressing over this. It was better to just risk a tiny bit and go to a doctor. She strode to the front desk and smiled up at the librarian.

Now, as a rule librarians are pale, gray, pinched old ladies who value quiet and mustiness, the librarian in Hermione's municipal library, Miss Howard was not an exception. Usually she was a right stern old bird, but she did have a soft spot of the brainy little girl who had been coming here since she was still in diapers.

"Miss. Howards do you have a phone that I can use?"

The old lady nodded told to go right a head and use it, handed her the telephone and left her alone. She needed to see to a few teenagers that she was sure were going to violate one rule or another.

Hermione smiled hesitantly and dialed a number listed in the book.

She chanced one more look around her suddenly getting that vague prickling at the back of her neck as if she sensed someone was watching her. When she saw no one she sighed and dismissed her sudden feeling as that of major paranoia.