A/N: Okay! Sorry this chapter took so long! I just had a BETA reader! A big thanks to TwilightGirl! Now, you can see major improvements in my grammar, I presume. Haha! Now, let's go on with the story, shall we?

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Chapter 10 Stubbornly convincing

Draco's POV

"Now, I will hire someone to move your stuff from your Muggle apartment to here," I reported. She put down her fork in protest but I stopped her from making rude remarks by raising a hand.

"Let me explain things first. You will still marry Potter if that's what you want," I muttered under my breath, "I just want to keep track of your pregnancy, that's all. Don't get stupid ideas," I defended.

"I… Well, I don't know if Harry will approve." She started eating again to avoid talking, I suppose.

"You have to explain it to him then. Tell him that he is not always at your house so you living at mine wouldn't be so different. Besides, you will be well-fed here. I don't think he'll like it if you become unhealthy before your wedding," I said, raising an eyebrow at her while taking a sip from my goblet.

"I don't know…"

"Oh, come on, Granger. I mean, Hermione. You can talk him into it. What happened to your usual stubbornness?" I retorted. Now, unless I hit a nerve maybe she'll say yes.

"Uh, okay. Fine. I'll try," she agreed, shyly. She even blushed which made her beautiful, thin face radiantly cute.

"After you eat you may go back to Diagon Alley."

Hermione's POV

When I went back to Diagon Alley, I rushed into Flourish and Blotts. I bought a couple of books and a journal for Ginny. I instantly apparated home before going to Grimmauld Place to talk to Harry.

"You will go on another project soon! Who will take care of me? I can't be alone, you of all people know that!" I shouted at him, tears rolling down my cheeks in frustration. Tonks rubbed my back as I sobbed.

"What if something bad happens to you in that Manor? No one will be able to tend to you! Malfoy could even be planning to something evil to you!" Harry shouted back.

"Excuse me, Harry Potter. But I do realize that Draco Malfoy is the father of the child I'm carrying! No one will be stupid enough to hurt his own child!" I sobbed as I tried hard to get some air.

"Yeah, right! Stupid enough for Lucius, Draco Malfoy's father, to do such a thing!" With that come back I collapsed. I had very difficulty breathing. Tonks cradled me in her lap.

"Harry, Hermione is right. She'll be fine at Malfoy Manor. There are a lot of house elves to serve her and Draco has control over his business. Unlike us Aurors, he can have as many holidays as he wants. Just agree with her. Don't be afraid of losing her because she already agreed to marry you." Thank Merlin Tonks was reasonable and on my side.

I was still sobbing hard and angry tears were still rolling down my cheeks when Harry moved closer to Tonks and me. He took me from Tonks and embraced me before looking me in the eye.

"I'm so sorry. I was just being protective, you know. Sorry because I'm not always here. Now, stop crying. It's alright with me now. As long as Malfoy doesn't lay a finger on you it's fine." That last comment made me smile. It was like Hogwarts all over again. I nodded at him.

"Now, get some rest. Malfoy's helpers will come to your apartment tomorrow. I'll just owl him." He kissed me goodnight and left for work. I just remembered, he was asked by the Minister to escort a visitor from Australia.

Moving in?

Draco's POV

"Please be careful with that. Oh, uhm, here, let me." Hermione told one of the wizard workers I hired for the move- in. She walked to the worker whose name, as I remember it, is Kyle.

"Go on. I can do this." The guy looked at me as though he was asking if he could really let her. I nodded, yes.

Hermione grabbed her wand from inside her pocket, muttered a spell and made the

crib small, pocket sized to be exact.

"You never let them do their job, do you?" I told her as she walked into the baby's room and looked at the wallpapers they put up.

"You did a great job. In putting these things, I mean," I remarked.

"Blaise and Ginny helped me," she said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, so Zabini made this." I pointed to the bears near the door with my wand and it moved.

"Would you prefer the baby to live in the Muggle world or in the Wizarding world?" She suddenly asked.

"Well, that's not really my opinion now is it? Once you and Potter get married, that is," I answered, driving a point.

"Oh, yeah," was all she said.

Why can't she say something like 'No, I'd prefer to be with you for the rest of my life' or 'Please ask me to marry you, because if you do I will totally forget about Harry.'?

I kept thinking of things like that when I happened to glance at my watch.

"Gra-… Hermione, I have to go. I'll see you at the Manor. I'll have Blaise come over and help you with the baby's room again. You can also invite Mrs. Weasley if you want. See you later." And with that I did something I never would have imagined of doing. I kissed her soft, radiant cheek. She was also clearly surprised. I saw her eyes widen in shock before I apparated for work.

Hermione's POV

I probably look like a teenage girl with a crush on the school heartthrob who just kissed my cheek. As I touch my cheek I can still feel his lips. I blushed at the thought of him kissing me and mentally slapped myself.

Why are you so happy about it? You're getting married in five months! Behave yourself.

At that thought I helped the workers pack more baby things and apparated to Malfoy Manor.

I decided to wrap my gifts, for Christmas was just hours away. I settled in the living room because I still have no idea where my room is. I was about to wrap Harry's gift when a house elf appeared.

"Madame, my name is Twiny and I was ordered by Master to help you with everything," Twiny the house elf introduced in her high pitched, squeaky voice before bowing.

"I don't think that's necessary," I told her.

"No, Madame, I insist. Master will not be pleased with me," she said as if pleading for work.

"Well, I think I can tell your Master not to be unpleased with you," I said, trying to talk the elf out of it.

'Are you crazy? You yourself can't talk Malfoy out of the idea of you moving in with him!'

Oh, right. But the house elf doesn't know that!

"No, Madame. I really want to help. Please Madame. And I am not even allowed to talk to you in this manner. So please." And with that said she plopped down unto the floor and started wrapping gifts.

By 8:00 that evening everything was finished. And as if on cue, Malfoy appeared.

"Good evening, Hermione," he greeted with no sign of gladness on his face.

"Good evening," I greeted back.

"So, done with your gifts eh? Do I have one there?" He asked with a smirk so familiar.

"Well, I… don't really know what you would want seeing you already have everything so…" I started but he cut me off saying:

"That's okay. I'm not really expecting you to give me one. I think dinner is ready. Would you like to eat?" His cold chilling voice suddenly hit me.

Is he upset?

"Oh, okay. I'm kind of starving." I tried to lighten up his mood but I only received scolding from him.

"I brought you here so that you will not be close to being hungry! You can eat any time you want here. Understand? Don't starve yourself again. Potter will not be happy with me, though he is not very happy at the moment." I was about to protest but thought better. I won't risk having to lose my baby because I had a row with Draco.

I ate plenty that evening. I was about to eat another slice of cake when Blaise entered the dining room.

"Hey there Draco!" He waved and sat down across me, beside Draco.

"I thought you'd need me for the arrangement of the baby's room but the house elves already did it," he informed Draco.

I suddenly noticed a red handkerchief in Blaise's pocket.

"I want some cherries," I heard myself say. The two of them stared at me as if I am becoming mental.

"Cherries? At a time like this?" Draco asked then looked at Blaise as to check whether or not he heard me right. I nodded.

"Okay then, Gayj!" He called and a house elf with a long nose appeared.

"Get Ms. Granger cherries from the kitchen," he ordered but before Gayj disappear for the kitchen. I heard myself blurt out:

"I want fresh cherries. And I want you to get them for me." At what I said he looked as if he would burst.

"Me? Picking fresh cherries at this time of night? That's unheard of! Malfoy's don't pick cherries for Muggle borns! That's an outrage!" He retorted standing up and waving his hands in indignation.

"If you don't pick cherries tonight I will starve myself to death and so will the baby." I crossed my arms and held my head up.

At that he looked disheveled and sat down again.

"Okay, I promise I will get you the cherries tomorrow morning," he said in a soft, calmer voice.

"No, I want it now," I told him. Blaise looked amused.

"Fine." At that Draco grabbed his cloak and told Blaise to watch over me until he gets back.

"See you later! I want a whole basket of it if you please," I shouted at him as he apparated for the Malfoy fields.

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! Sorry again for taking so long. And a never ending thanks to TwilightGirl!