A/N: Okay, forgive me if this chapter is a little rushed. I hated the first draft, so this one may also be disappointing, but I hope you all still find it amusing.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.

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Aunty Hermy Sick? Part 2

I paced around the living room of the Malfoy manor, planning what I would say to Draco. I had a good five minutes left before my husband came home, and I had no idea what to say. He would be deliriously happy, I knew that, but telling him still scared me. This was big, and would change our lives completely. I couldn't even think of how different everything would be. Sleepless nights, less silence when I could work and read, and babysitting. I couldn't even fathom the depths of it. But there was a loud crack as Draco Apparated just outside the front door. He quietly unlocked the door and entered the room, head bowed.

"Draco?" I said hesitantly, the small winter breeze he had let in causing goose bumps on my arms. His head snapped up, with his blond hair sweeping perfectly across his face. I crossed my arms in a pitiful attempt to warm myself up, regretting changing into my loose nightgown.

"Hey Mione, why are you still up?" he asked as he leant his briefcase against the wall beside the door. A small smile was on his face as he kissed me hello. I stared into his eyes anxiously, seeking stability. Without realizing it, a tiny frown had slunk onto my face. "What's wrong? You look upset." I shook my head, and he took my hand and guided me to the couch. "You know you can tell me anything." Folding my hands in my lap, I whispered,

"I've got news." He cupped my cheek in his hand and tilted my head so I looked into his eyes. I hope the kid got his eyes, they were enchanting, with little flecks of every color imaginable.

"And?" I took a deep breath, cursing myself for worrying. This was just Draco, he'd be ecstatic! He wanted kids, and even if he didn't want one now, he would stay calm and we would discuss it rationally. We'd done this before, like when we had to decide what to do with the Malfoy manor, and when he'd faced an inquiry about Rookwood's death.

He smiled encouragingly, eyebrows slightly raised as I bit my lip. Just say it. Say you're pregnant. Say it!

"And I'm pregnant." He blinked, his jaw dropping. There, that wasn't so hard. And now we'd have a calm discussion and we'd go to bed.

"Really?" he stuttered, his eyes never leaving my own.

"Yes." Then a very Malfoy-like smirk spread across his face. Well, maybe this wouldn't be a calm discussion.

"I'm going to be a father," he stated calmly, still smirking. He was happy. I felt relieved. "I'm going to have a kid," he added. Then, with no warning, he sprung up from the couch and did what could only be described as a victory dance, complete with whooping. Then he turned around and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up with him. "We're going to be parents!" he exclaimed, before spinning me around. Draco then wrapped me close to him and brought me into an impromptu slow dance.

"So you're okay with it?" I whispered softly into his ear. He leant his head back and gave me a 'are you crazy' look.

"Hell yes!"

"Really?"

"How could I not be? This is incredible, Hermione! We're a real family now! I feel so normal!" Then he expertly slid an arm benith my knees and picked me up gently. Humming a little tune, which sounded remarkablely like "I Put A Spell On You," he walked over towards our bedroom door.

"What are you doing?" I asked, though the smirk on his face made his answer abundantly obvious. Then, putting on a snarky voice that I hadn't heard since my seventh year at Hogwarts, he drawled,

"Well Granger, I'm going to show you the Slytherin way to celebrate good news, it that's alright with you." He kicked open the door and laid me down on the bed. Staring up at him I said,

"No no, that's fine with me. Carry on then."

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A/N: I love that last line. Don't you? Well, I have no idea for what to do for the next one shot, so drop me a PM if you have any. Anyway, keep reviewing. And read my other stuff. I have a lot of them. Thanks!

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