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I've updated and hopefully it's a good chatper, I've been working on it off and on since I put up the first chatper.

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After last night's session in the bathroom, Hermione swore off peanut butter and jelly for the rest of her pregnancy. Draco didn't believe her but to calm her down he agreed whole heartedly while she groused about the combination of peanuts and grapes. He steered the conversation towards baby names when Hermione started crying over the thought of never having her favorite treat again.

"Allen Alexander is a good name." he said as he wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb.

"I don't like it." She said flatly. "We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet so don't go putting all your eggs in one basket."

Draco ignored the muggle expression and nodded in agreement.

"Baylee Rose." He suggested while he rubbed her back.

"Possible." Draco smiled and kissed her forehead.

"What about you, love?" he asked with a kiss to her forehead.

"What about me?" she countered.

"What names do you like?" He asked.

"I like Kaylyne." She said after a short silence.

"No middle name?" he asked when she finished her impute.

"Why does she need a middle name?" Hermione asked with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not saying she does I was just asking. Alright, what's your name for boys?" he said to sooth her.

"Gregory."

"No." Draco snapped as soon as the word left her mouth.

"What do you mean no?" she asked him with contempt in her voice.

"Gregory Goyle." He said in explanation.

"Oh, I'd forgotten about him." She said with a small shrug.

"Easy to do." Draco assured her.

He watched as Hermione stared out at nothing. She was a mood when she came home from work today and, much to his surprise, blamed Draco for her having such a horrible day.

Hours Earlier

Hermione walked through the door with a scowl on her face.

"Hi, love. Better day today?" Draco asked as he remembered the list of things that went wrong yesterday.

"Better? Are you honestly asking me if I had a good day at work?" she asked, her eyes narrowed.

Draco thought about his different options and decided to remain silent.

"The person that's selling the stuff to muggles found out that the Ministry is on to him and decided to throw a damn going out of business sale. Every other owl coming into the Ministry was for the Department of Muggle Related. Then Tari quit, ran out crying in the middle of filing. Crying about all the stress she had. She was holding half of the case load and when she left I got half of it while the rest was split between the four other bloody people in the office. Forty cases on top of my twenty already! God forbid that the other bastards get off their asses. But not to worry, when someone announced they had fresh Danish in the conference room they all hurried."

Draco eyes widened at Hermione's use of language. She hadn't been able to say hell without blushing like a Weasley before the pregnancy.

"And then I come home to find my husband sitting down on the bloody couch. How could you even ask? My day was bloody fantastic." She finished with enough sarcasm dripping from her voice; Draco was scared the carpet might be stained for life where she stood.

"Come have a seat, Hermione." He said softly.

"If you'd have taken the position of Potion master when Professor McGonagall offered it to you, I wouldn't be in this mess." She accused as she moved to sit beside him on the couch.

Draco was taken aback by her last speech. He hadn't taken the job then because they had just come off of their honeymoon and didn't want to uproot so quickly. He and Hermione had talked about it for a week before he'd given a negative answer to McGonagall.

"Love, you know we made the choice because…" Draco said in a soft voice.

"So now it's my fault?" she demanded as she jumped off of the couch and stormed into the bedroom.

Draco sat on the couch and watched after her. She had to be abusing the power of being pregnant. There is no way anyone could change so drastically without putting their mind to it. Hermione would be just the person to do that.

"Draco!" she called from the bedroom seconds later.

Without a thought to her accusation minutes earlier, he sprang off of the couch and was in the bedroom in seconds.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked as he walked into the room and straight to her.

She was lying on the bed in tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm just upset with the situation at work and well…sometimes I speak before I think." She apologized with a watery smile.

Draco held his tongue when she said the last part and bent to wipe her tears.

"Don't worry, love. I understand." He whispered to her when she leaned into his chest and sobbed.

"How am I going to be during this pregnancy?" she asked after her tears stopped.

"I don't know, Hermione, but we'll find out together." He answered, lifting her head so he could meet her eyes. "I love you, Hermione. Nothing you do can change that."

"Oh… I love you too, Draco. I don't know how you put up with me."

Draco was broken out of his memory by Hermione kissing his cheek.

"What was that for?" he asked with a smile.

"You looked lost in thought." She said in explanation.

"I should get lost in thought more often then, huh?" He asked before he kissed her back, her neck receiving his attention.

"No, I want some one to talk to." She answered with a laugh before leaning into him.

"You do most of the talking anyways." He countered when he stopped the attack on her neck and looked into her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Draco smiled at her and then got up from the bed and walked from the bedroom to the kitchen. He came back with an apple, a bowl of soup with crackers and a glass of water on a tray.

"When did you make this?" she asked after she rolled from her side to her back and sat up against the pillows.

"We have house elves for a reason." He reminded her.

"Oh, yes. I'd forgotten we even had them." she said a little guiltily. They had purchased the house and upon moving in found they had also purchased five house elves in the process. Although she was against it at first, she accepted them and now used them frequently. Of course they had to take a day off every week.

"Well, they didn't. They made every thing that you've ever eaten and said you liked. I can't remember the last time I've seen that much chocolate in one place." He informed her as he set the tray over her out stretched legs. "Tuck in. I have a surprise." He ordered before turning and walking out of the bedroom to eat his own dinner in the kitchen.

"Master Malfoy, we have prepared you're dinner." A house elf squeaked when he entered the kitchen.

"Thank you." He said before he sat down and ate his dinner, which consisted of steak cooked rare, creamed potato's and two nice thick slabs of garlic toast.

Draco looked up from his dinner when he heard a tapping sound on the window above the sink. He looked down at his meal and sighed before standing up to retrieve the owl. He opened the window and took the letter from the nocturnal bird and watched as it flew off. Looking back to the letter he sighed as he recognized the writing.

"McGonagall." He hissed.

Before he opened the letter he glanced back at the door of the kitchen to make sure Hermione wasn't in sight. She's have a fit if he didn't tell her about it first thing but he had to make sure nothing in it would upset her.

'Dear Mr. Malfoy,

I am writing this letter to inform you of the retirement of Severus Snape. I would once again like to take the opportunity to ask if you would be interested in the Potions Master position. I would strongly suggest you take the position but with a baby on the way I know that your life will be rather hectic. Please discuss this matter with Hermione as soon and there is time available and send a reply.

Thank you,

Minerva M. McGonagall

Head Mistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'

Draco sighed and re-read the letter. The news of Snape retiring wasn't a big surprise but her once again asking if he would take over the position was. He'd apprenticed with Snape for two years after he'd graduated and had have enough of teaching children who seemed destined to fail. He, of course, hadn't mentioned that to Hermione when they'd had the discussion almost two years ago and now that they were expecting their first child he didn't think it was the best time to bring that up. It wasn't that he didn't like children, if that was the case Hermione would have never gotten pregnant in the first place. He had a problem with their attitudes towards school work. He'd never been as horrible in his school years as half of the kids attending his alma mater now.

"Draco, what's wrong?" He heard from the doorway.

Looking up he saw Hermione standing in the doorway with the tray in her hands. "Nothing, love. You should have called; I would have come and gotten it for you. Go back to bed and rest." He said as he rushed to get the tray from her hands.

"No, I needed to get up. I can't get used to lying in bed all day until I take maternity leave." She explained, with a smile, as she sat down at the table in the chair opposite of the one he had been sitting in. "who's the letter from?" she asked when she noticed the envelope on the table.

"McGonagall." He said as he set the tray down on the counter. He walked back to the table and sat down. "She wants me to be the Potions Master. Snape retired… finally."

"Oh, well you can't take it." She said simply.

"You were just yelling at me for not having a steady job and now you're telling me I can't take one?" Draco asked with a glare at his wife.

"Well, we have a child on the way." She said after she turned pink from embarrassment. She must have forgotten her rant at him earlier.

"I know that, Hermione." He said patiently.

"There's no way we could live at Hogwarts as a family. I mean, there's barely enough room for a professor in their quarters.

"I know that, Hermione. I didn't say I was taking it." Draco explained as a headache started to form.

"Oh." Hermione looked at a lose for words, as if she'd wanted to have a fight of words.

"I've been thinking about setting up a shop in town. It would bring in a steady supply of money and it's not something that would go out of style anytime soon." He told his wife after a small silence.

"That is a wonderful idea!" Hermione agreed at once.

Draco smiled and immediately started in on the details that he knew she would ask about eventually. Hermione sat and listened as he explained his ideas and couldn't help but smile when she noticed how excited he was about the thought of owning a potions store.

"I think you should look into it. I haven't been through town a lot lately but I'm sure there's some building you could buy." She said before lapsing into silence.

"I know that look, Hermione. What are you thinking?" He asked when Hermione's eye's lit up.

"Oh… nothing." She answered with an innocent face.

"I'm not McGonagall, Hermione. I know that face hasn't been sincere since before you started Hogwarts." Draco pointed out to her.

"Well I never." She said in what was meant to be an offended tone.

"The smile gave you away, love." He said with a smirk.

"Damn. Well, it isn't a complete plan, yet. I'll tell you when I've thought everything out." She promised before hefting herself out of the chair.

"So I only have to wait another month?" he asked with a sigh.

"I don't take that long to have a complete thought, Draco. I was thetop girl in our class." She pointed out, her chin tilted high.

"I was top boy. I know how you work. You tell me that you have a plan now and then, after you make me wait so long I've forgotten about it, you tell me months later."

"It's why you love me." She said at his put upon tone.

Draco smiled at her and stood up from his chair as well. He followed her back into the bedroom and laid down on the bed, watching as Hermione walked around to her side of the bed. He turned on his side and held an arm out and waited for her to cuddle into him before he covered her growing stomach with his hand.

"We're going to be parents, love." He whispered into her ear with a smile.

"I can't believe it." She answered with a smile of her own. "We have to start on the nursery soon."

"We have five months." He said with disbelief in his voice. She always was one to start thing early.

"We should have started last month." She said with seriousness in her voice that Draco didn't like at all.

"We have five months." He repeated.

"I heard you the first time." She said with a sigh.

"It didn't seem like it." He mumbled.

"I heard that too." She said as she lightly shoved him. "I'm serious, Draco. We don't want to save this for the last minute."

Draco sighed and nodded in agreement. He was pathetic, he was a yes, dear man… he was whipped.

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