Here is a sequel to Trying to Find the Bright Side.Hermione and Draco are married and are also having fun with what's being thrown their way, at least Draco is. Hermione's kind of...miserable.
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Hermione Malfoy sighed as she set down her bag on the couch of her living room. It had been a horrible day. First they had an attack on a Muggle via mail; someone thought it would be funny to send a nasty howler to the man that tried to pull his tie off. The fact that he could have been behead was the down fall. Then they had a tea pot that, once it got hot enough, spewed water out at whoever was nearest it. If that wasn't bad enough, she'd had morning sickness…all damn day.
"What's wrong, love?" Draco asked from the doorway of the kitchen.
"What's wrong? You have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?" she snapped at him. "I've been throwing up all bloody day, I haven't had a moment of peace since I left the house this morning and some one is selling every day muggle items to the muggles with a few cursed and jinxes put on them. I had to handle twelve cases today. Twelve! We're no closer to solving them then we were when everything first started happening years ago. I'm so tired that I can barely move and yet my husband, who swears he loves me, is standing there without a care in the world."
Hermione was, in a word, moody. They'd found out four months ago about her pregnancy and everything had seemed so perfect, they'd graduated three years earlier and Draco and she had gotten married, after, of course, Draco handed over his copy of her diary. He was a freelance potion master; being paid with every time a shop needed replenishing of a potion or Hogwarts needed him to fill in. Snape was as close as a professor could get to retiring and it was starting to show. The headmaster, Minerva McGonagall, Dumbledore had stepped down the year before, had owled Draco saying that Snape was now reducing the Slytherin's to tears along with the other houses.
"That bad, huh?" he asked with a small smile on his face.
"I don't know why you're smiling." She hissed with a glare. "I've got morning sickness. I've had it all bloody day. You're making dinner, cleaning the dishes, catering to my every need and you're going to the market and getting me my favorite ice cream."
"Hermione…" Draco started when she mentioned the market.
"No! You're going and you're going to go with a smile on your face. You're not even going to hyperventilate when you get back. If you do so help I'll make your life Hell."
"I don't hyperventilate." Draco pouted.
"You nearly passed out last time I sent you out there alone." She reminded him.
"Then why don't you go with me this time so it won't happen?" he asked with a smirk.
"Did you hear a word I said? I'm tired, I'm getting sick and I'm your wife. That's more then any woman should have to deal with in a day."
"What do you mean 'and I'm your wife'? I take care of you, I love you. So what if I poke fun at you sometimes. You have to have a few laughs in your life." Draco defended himself.
"If you make me laugh one more time I'm breaking your funny bone." Hermione threatened.
Draco sighed at his wife and went to get his coat. It wasn't so bad going into Muggle London but the store he had to go to was an out of the way place that Hermione swore was the only one that had her ice cream. He didn't really look in the other stores so he'd have to take her word on it.
"I'll be back." He said as he walked passed her. "Sit down, 'Mione. I'll be back in a minute."
She glared slightly at the nickname but nodded none the less and moved to sit down. He should be used to the errand by now but it still left him on edge every time. He made his way down to the street of the small wizarding town, Whinshire, and made his way to the apparationpoint. As he walked he thought of his life. Hermione and he were close to celebrating their two year anniversary and he had no idea what to get her. Last year he'd gotten her a necklace, nothing fancy, just a gold chain with an emerald pendent, real of course, that was surrounded with the symbol of infinity on the gold setting on either side. She loved it and wore it almost daily, but he was at a stand still this year. He'd thought of books but he knew that she had every book she could ever dream of in their library, candies and flowers were out of the question because she didn't consider that proper gifts for an anniversary. It was damn near impossible to shop for her. He reached the apparation point and quickly apparated to the alley way across from the store. Walking across the street, into the store and straight for the freezing section wasn't as bad as it had been the first time. He'd almost gotten run over by a car the last time. He'd never head a more annoying sound then the blaring of that horn.
"Chubby Hubby, Chubby Hubby." He muttered under his breath, searching the familiar shelves for the only ice cream his wife would go near.
"Sir, do you need help?" the store owner asked.
"Do you have any Chubby Hubby ice cream?" Draco asked when he couldn't locate it himself.
"Yes, we do." The man answered, with a small chuckle, as he opened the door of the freezer and plucked out the small container of ice cream. "Expecting, I assume." He added when he handed the container to Draco.
"Yes, how did you know?" he asked in a suspicious tone.
"I can't remember the last guy to come in here who bought that that didn't have a pregnant, demanding woman at home." The man answered with a smile.
"Oh…well, thanks." Draco said going to the counter to pay.
Damn, he always had trouble with muggle currency. He waited for the man to punch numbers into the machine on the front and threw bills down when the man told him a figure. Without waiting for change he walked out of the door and across the street.
"Sir?" he heard behind him as he made it to the sidewalk across the street.
"What?" he asked as he turned around to face him.
"You've given me twenty pounds extra." The man said as he held out his hand to give Draco the money back.
Draco went to reach for it then stopped. "You helped me out of a situation that could have been deadly when I got home. Keep it." He said with a smile before walking away, up the street, at turning at the corner. He sighed in relief when he looked around the corner and saw the man walking back across the street, looking to be mumbling to himself. Draco then hightailed it back to the alley, careful to keep an eye of the store window incase the owner took a look out to search for him again, and apparated back to Whinshire. He made quick work of walking back to the house and entered just in time to see Hermione wake with a start.
"I don't think you're supposed to have cravings so soon." He said as he accio'd a spoon from the kitchen and handed both the spoon and ice cream to his grumpy wife.
"Shut up." She growled as she tried to tear the plastic off of the top of the carton.
Draco quickly snatched the cardboard container when Hermione started pounding it on the arm of the chair when it wouldn't open.
"I got this, don't worry." It had taken three cartons and four trips for him to realize that when she started pounding, she wouldn't stop until the carton exploded for the blunt forced trauma it had received. He received a glare from Hermione for his actions but she soon forgot about him when the ice cream was placed in her hands seconds later, sans plastic and top.
"Thank you, Honey." She sighed after taking the first bite.
"No problem, love. What do you want for dinner?" he asked before kissing her on the top of her head and walking into the kitchen to start dinner.
"I don't care." He heard in response. He smiled at her response, knowing it before she answered.
"We'll have pasta again." He called with a smirk.
"Don't you dare!"
"Fine, what do you want?" he asked again.
"Uh…." which was interrupted with a slurping noise. "Let's just have…"
"Peanut butter and jelly." Draco finished for her.
"Yes please."
Draco smiled at her predictability and set to work on the sandwich making. Hermione had to have hers just so or she'd blow up at him so he did hers first. After that task was done he started his and quickly plated the sandwiches and took them into the living room. He accio'd the milk from the fridge and two classes from the cabinets after setting the plates down on the coffee table that sat in between the couch and the chair.
"Your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, no top crust with peanut butter on both sides with a tablespoon of grape jam spread between the two. On wheat bread of course." He said as her presented her with her sandwich, bowing for effect.
After prying the container of ice cream out of her hand, along with the spoon, he set the plate on her lap and poured her a glass of milk before settling down on the couch opposite of her to start in on his sandwich. He looked up when he heard the plate holding Hermione's sandwich set down on the table top.
"What's wrong?" he asked when she stood up from the chair.
She didn't say a word, just reached over and picked up the milk carton.
"You forgot yourself, love." She said as an answer before pouring him a glass of milk.
"Thank you." He said with a smile.
She returned the gesture and sat down once more.
"McGonagall owled today." He said in order to start a conversation.
"Did Snape make another Slytherin cry?" Hermione asked with a smirk.
"No…. he made McGonagall cry." He corrected her with a smirk of his own.
"Not for awhile. Now eat your sandwich. We have baby names to talk about tonight." He ordered with a nod to her plate.
Hermione smiled again him and set to work on eating her sandwich. The silence was a comfortable one, broken only when Hermione stood up in a rush and dashed to the bathroom.
"Was it something I said?" he called before getting up to follow his wife, a smile on his face the whole time.
Who knew? Draco Malfoy was perfectly content to hold back the hair of Hermione Granger turned Malfoy all evening.