A/N: Now, thanks for all your reviews. Thanks for reading the last chapter and sorry if I used the third person point of view. I just thought it would be better to use it in that situation and in the first part of this chapter. Hope you're fine with that. Thanks again!

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything.

Chapter 9 Oh, Come on!

Normal POV

"What are you doing here alone, Granger?" Draco asked Hermione.

"Well, I… It is not really your business is it Malfoy?" She spat his name like venom.

"Why are you so thin? You don't look pretty healthy for someone carrying a child." He said while examining how thin her wrist were. Hermione quickly snatched her wrist back.

"As what I have just said, it's none of your business." She looked down suddenly interested with her shoes.

"It very well is. You happen to be carrying my child."

"Carrying her child? Where were you for the last three months? Don't be all possessive all of a sudden. You didn't want to be connected with her in any means possible. Now you're telling her to get healthy because she's carrying your child? If I didn't know better, it's my child now." Harry appeared in the middle of nowhere.

"Say what you want Potter. I know far more than you. Now if you may excuse us." Draco turned and walked in the opposite direction in swift grace holding Hermione's hand firmly.

"I'm sorry." Hermione mouthed as she was being dragged by Draco into a carriage.

"She can take care of herself mate. Stop being over protective." Ron said patting Harry's shoulder. Harry looked affronted, never had he imagined Ron saying things like that.

Draco's POV

She looked so thin! What was she doing to herself? Does she know that being unhealthy will be bad for the baby? Although she wore a lot of clothes to protect herself from the cold I can still see that for a woman with that bulging stomach, she is thin.

"What were you doing in the past three months?" I asked her. She was broken in her deep concentration. She stopped looking outside the window and stared at a speck above my shoulder. But she did not answer my question when her mouth opened.

"I thought you will be in Paris for another three months."

Where did she know that?

"How did you know?" I asked only to be answered by a shrug and staring back out the window.

"I was…I heard a rather disturbing news. So I decided to get the business over with before Christmas." I explained not even knowing why I owe her such explanation.

'Because you know deep inside that she will feel better if she knows.'

I was not just talking with my own brain right?

'Right.'

Okay, better go get some sleep.

I closed my eyes and rested my head at the back of my seat when she spoke again.

"Where are we going?"

"To the Manor." I answered not opening my eyes.

"What for?"

"To feed you."

"I'm not hungry."

I looked at her with one eye closed.

"You should be." Then closed my eye again.

She sighed.

What shall I do with her?

After a few minutes the carriage made to a halt. I offered to help her but she didn't take my hand, instead she clutched the side of the carriage to prevent herself from losing her balance.

Hermione's POV

We entered his Manor and was welcomed by a house elf dressed in a tea cozy.

I felt pity for the poor creature. I glanced up at Malfoy and was surprised when he said:

"I wouldn't free them you know. They want to be that way." He just read my mind.

"Prepare the dining room for Ms. Granger." He ordered the house elf whom bowed to the extent of what his little body would allow.

"Right away, Master" It said.

"Seat down Hermione." A tinge of electricity jolted in my spine. He just said my name with such ease. My dirty, Mudblood name said by those royal and angelic lips.

"What? Can't I say your name, Hermione?" I stopped looking at him so as not to see the satisfaction in his face for making me very uncomfortable.

"Why don't you seat down?" He said motioning to one crimson and comfortable looking chair opposite him. I did so for the throbbing pain of my ankle by standing in Diagon Alley carrying twice my ordinary weight was getting the best of me.

"So, you and Potter are engaged. Interesting." I tried hiding the engagement ring from him in the carriage, I didn't know he saw it. The only thing I did was nod in response.

"Am I invited? In the wedding, I mean." I was surprised he even asked that. I thought, for a moment. Oh, never mind.

'You thought he'll tell you to back out and marry him instead.'

No. I was just. Yeah, my brain was right. I thought of that.

"Well?" He leaned further to me.

"Uhm, if you want to. I think we can make adjustments." He huffed at that.

'I thought so. It is far from a Malfoy to ask himself to be in a party.'

"I don't think I asked you to. You may not if that will make you happy. I don't really expect you to invite me." He leaned back in his chair and conjured a glass of firewhiskey.

"I…ah..." Then the house elf from earlier popped out of nowhere.

"Dinner is ready, Master." And yet again with a bone breaking bow the house elf left.

Draco's POV

"Eat." I told her while trying to spoon feed her. I was holding her cheeks so as to make her head steady.

"How many times do…"

"Hah! I'm great am I?" I smirked as I triumphed in making her swallow the chicken fillet in her fork. She frowned but chewed heartily.

"Now start eating by yourself. I assume you know how?" I smirked yet again. She scowled at me and got her fork from my hand and started eating.

"Wine?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"It's bad for the baby." He informed me.

"Now, I will hire someone to get your stuff in your Muggle apartment to move it here."

A/N: Sorry it is so short. But the next chapter is coming. Hope you liked this. Thanks for reading! Please review!