Friday, 29 June, 15:00, GMT, present day
Drew had been working in Los Angeles for almost three weeks. She had finished her forty-eight hour shift ten hours ago and Flooed back to London. She slept in her old bedroom at the house in Chiswick. She offered to help her family move on Saturday. Her parents were going to move into Malfoy Manor while her brother Draco was going to move his family into the Chiswick home.
Drew had been feeling under the weather for the past week. She had a feeling it was the onset of the flu. She had scheduled herself an 8 am appointment with Dr. Tonio Maggio, one of the general practitioners who had an office in the Physician's Office Building at San Agustin.
She had awoken half an hour ago, 2:30 pm in the afternoon in London, 6:30 am in L.A. She literally rolled out of bed to get ready for her day. She had eaten some Saltine crackers, not being able to keep things down lately. She sipped on her "morning" cup of coffee as she sat down next to her father on the couch as he watched the 3 pm edition of SportsCenter. Her mother joined them in the living room.
The screen showed a live shot of the double decker parade bus at the start of the parade route in down town Boston. There was music and fans lining the sidewalks. Drew's breath hitched as the camera locked onto the players and their families and guests atop the first parade bus.
o-o-o
Friday, 29 June, 10:10, EDT, present day
The 6'8" power forward canted his head for a moment as he turned around to see the 6'1" brown haired blue-eyed model. The daughter of the team's owner smiled at him. She gently took hold of the frames of his sunglasses and removed them. She looked into his eyes and he smiled at her.
o-o-o
Friday, 29 June, 15:15, GMT, present day
"Well, I guess the two-year on-again-off-again relationship between the star player and the owner's daughter is back on again," the ESPN video commentator said, tongue-in-cheek. The camera focused on the pair as the thirty-year old basketball player kissed the brunette. "The water cooler groupies will have something else to gossip about. Back to you in the studio."
Drew blew out a breath as she slowly stood up. Her parents watched her pull her backpack on. "I'm going to head to L.A. now."
"Are you going to be alright, Drew?" Hermione stood up as well.
"I'm fine, Mum," Drew said, trying to smile, as she dropped a handful of Floo powder onto the fire in the fireplace. "I don't want to be late for my doctor's appointment. I'll see you tonight."
"Okay," her mother nodded. Drew nodded back as she walked into the fireplace and Flooed.
"Do you think she's going to be okay?" Draco asked as he stood next to his wife.
Hermione shrugged. "She'll come through it, eventually," she said as they both turned to the screen to watch the start of the Boston Celtics Championship Parade.
o-o-o
Friday, 29 June, 08:00, PDT, present day
Drew sat in the eighth-floor office in the Physician's Office Building in the L.A. hospital. She skimmed through the travel magazine as she waited for her scheduled appointment trying to take her mind off of the couple engaged in a lip lock.
"Ms. Granger," the nurse nodded at the new patient. "Dr. Maggio will see you now."
Drew nodded as she stood. She placed the magazine back down on the coffee table and followed the nurse into the exam room.
o-o-o
Friday, 29 June, 23:00, GMT, present day
Drew Flooed back home after spending most of the five hours after her two hour doctor's appointment in her office in the Emergency Room wing, working on work she needed to work on. She welcomed the quiet time to think about things.
She silently wished that her parents would have already gone to bed as she walked out of the fireplace. She blew out a breath as the older couple turned to see her. Her father stood up and nodded at her.
"Hey," he said as he looked down at his watch. Drew walked over to where her parents were sitting and sat down on the couch. "Everything alright?"
"Yeah," she whispered, her lower lip trembled.
Hermione brought her daughter into her chest for a hug. Drew trembled as she shed silent tears. "What's wrong, Drew," her mother asked.
"It's not cancer, is it?" her father's eyes grew large.
"No, Dad," she shook her head, knowing how worried they would be if she were afflicted with the same thing her mother had had. She looked up at her parents. "I'm pregnant."
Her father looked at her blankly for a moment. He turned to his wife.
"How far along?" Hermione asked softly.
Drew gulped. "Thirteen weeks," she said softly.
"Who's the father?" Draco asked, looking at his daughter.
Drew hesitated. "Phil," she said softly.
Draco looked at Drew for a moment and then turned to his wife who blew out a breath. He turned back to Drew. "I didn't know you two were intimate with each other."
"We weren't, Dad," Drew said, looking up at him as he started to clench his fists. "It wasn't his fault. He was under Mr. Schield's spell."
"Neither of you put this in your statements," her father said.
"I guess we both blocked it out, Dad," she said, looking up at him.
Her mother squeezed his hand, calming him down. Hermione studied her daughter's face for a moment. "There's still time, Drew."
"I'm keeping the baby," Drew said, looking down at her hands. Her parents exchanged looks.
"Drew," Hermione looked at her daughter then paused as if understanding where she was coming from.
"The single mother route is admirable, Drew. But, have you really thought it through?" her father asked as he studied her.
Drew bit her lower lip, nervously. She shrugged at them.
"You have to tell Phillip," Draco said.
"He's out of the picture, Dad," she said. "He's back with Lisa."
"He deserves to know, Drew," her father pressed.
"I don't want him to know about the pregnancy," she said, almost whimpering.
"Drew," her father's voice escalated.
"Would you have asked Mum to abort me, if she had told you about me?" Drew asked as she stood up.
Draco was taken aback as he looked up at his daughter. "Drew, I…"
"I'm really tired," Drew said as she walked toward her room. "I think I'm going to turn in."
Draco looked at his wife as they heard Drew's door close behind her. He stood up. "I should go talk to her," he said softly.
Hermione squeezed his hand as she stood up. She looked up into his face. "I'll go talk to her."
"How long do you think she was feeling this way?" he asked.
"She is thirty," Hermione pointed out.
"Hermione, I would have asked you to marry then and there had you told me," he said, gulping.
Hermione pulled his face down to hers as she kissed him. When they broke their kiss, he put his forehead on hers. She smiled, "I know, Draco. I guess, like Drew, I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way for me."
He kissed her again. "I love you," he said.
"I love you more," she said. She squeezed his hand again as she nodded toward her daughter's door. He nodded back.
o-o-o
Friday, 29 June, 23:10, GMT, present day
"Drew," her mother knocked on her door.
"I'm really tired, Mum," Hermione heard her daughter through the door.
The Muggle-born witch rolled her eyes. She pulled out her vine wood wand and apparated.
"That isn't fair, Mum," Drew said as she turned away from the older woman.
"Magic, Drew," her mother said as she sat down on her bed, leaning against her daughter's back.
"Your father didn't mean anything by that, Drew," Hermione said.
Drew turned to face her mother. "I know, Mum. I don't know why I said that."
Drew sat up and leaned against her headboard. She looked up to the ceiling. "When we were in the cell at the Schield Estate, I told Phillip he and Lisa were a match. I told him he should go back to her.
"He followed my advice," Drew said as she shrugged, tears rolled down her cheeks.
Hermione pulled her into a hug. Hermione rubbed her daughter's back, calming her.
"I don't want to ruin things for him, Mum. It wouldn't be fair to him," she said looking at her mother.
"Your father and I will support you, no matter what, Drew," Hermione said.
"Thanks, Mum," she said as her mother brought her into another hug. "I should apologize to Dad."
o-o-o
Hermione and Drew walked out into the living room. Draco turned to watch them exit. Hermione nodded at her husband before heading to their bedroom. Drew took a seat next to her father on the couch. He put his arm around her shoulder as she leaned into him. He comforted her.
"I'm sorry, Dad," she said, crying into his shoulder.
"Your Mum and I had a rocky past," he began. "It was my fault that she didn't feel comfortable enough to tell me about you. I would have asked your Mum to marry me on the spot."
Drew laughed. Her father smiled at her wiping her cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed her on the forehead.
"Everything is going to be alright, Drew," her father said. "Mum and I are behind you, whatever happens."
"I love you, Dad," she said.
"I love you, too, Kiddo," he said, smiling. They both sat back to watch the late-night edition of SportsCenter.