Aiden Scorpius Taylor Malfoy.

Neither Draco or Hermione wanted to erase Aiden's past and so they kept his original last name with the "Malfoy" addition. There would be no lying about whether he was adopted or not sometime in the future (not that they would have). Although he had Draco's eyes and Hermione's hair, the traditional pale skin that passed through the Malfoy line without fail was clearly absent. Instead he had a lovely shade of light brown. The final touch was to give him "Scorpius" as a middle name to keep with family tradition and, one week later (despite wanting no special privileges), Aiden was home.

If anyone thought Hermione and Draco were happy, no one was more thrilled than Narcissa. Aiden had moved into his new home just two days before Narcissa had moved into hers and she barely even spent time there. She was with Hermione and Draco most of the time cooing over her new grandson.

She complimented his eyes, his nose, his little laugh, his toothless grin, everything. And now that her house arrest was over Narcissa spent a bulk of her newfound freedom picking up her favorite pastime: shopping. However, hardly anything she bought was for herself and she would come through her son and his wife's home laden with bags (carried by a house elf, of course) filled with clothes and toys.

"I think your mother's gone mad." Hermione had joked one night.

Draco had given her a sly smile, replying, "And you haven't?"

That had been true, seeing as Hermione, Ginny, Lydia, and Lianna had kept Aiden out well past his bedtime three nights ago going through shoppe after shoppe spending like crazy. He officially had a nursery fit for a king and yes, perhaps it was a bit overboard, but for once in her life Hermione didn't care about what was practical or not. She just wanted to do what made her feel good, and buying things for her son gave her the happiest feeling in the world.

But today? Today she felt like death. Ron even went so far as to tell her so.

"Merlin, you look terrible." Ron exclaimed. "Have you been sleeping?"

Hermione cocked a brow in the air and gestured upstairs. "Three month old, remember? He doesn't like to let his mummy sleep."

"So you're what I have to look forward to at the end of the month?" Ron joked as he allowed her to stay seated so he could make them tea. "Well, that's certainly an eye-opener."

Hermione laughed and immediately regretted it when she felt like she wanted to throw up. "You're an awful person. And no, this is what Lavender has to look forward to. Draco looks pristine as ever even though he gets as much sleep as I do. I'm beginning to think it's Mother Syndrome."

Ron raised a brow and smirked. "Okay, now you're making things up."

"I do admit that I made up the name." Hermione grinned. "I needed something to explain why I'm constantly on edge."

"On edge? What do you mean?"

"It's no big deal." She shrugged. "I've just been feeling antsy and a bit moody. And sometimes when I wake up in the morning I-"

"Feel nauseated?" Ron finished. When he saw his friend tilt her head his eyes lit up. "Hermione… Hermione, you're pregnant."

The brunette scoffed. "Ron, you know that I can't-"

"But think of everything you just said." He argued gently. "And Malfoy told Harry who told me what you did to his cologne this week."

Hermione slouched in her seat. Nearly two weeks ago she had banned Draco from using them. Yesterday she had thrown them all out. Just looking at them was giving her phantom smells and making her sick to her stomach.

"Coming from someone who's lived with a pregnant woman for the past nine months, I should know." Ron continued. "You're a smart woman. Don't tell me that you haven't at the very least thought about it. That would be highly unlike you."

Hermione bit her lip. After a moment she sighed and nodded. "Of course, I've thought about it. It's been a lingering thought here and there ever since Draco's cologne started making me want to retch."

Ron was smiling as he finished the tea and brought it to the counter. "You should go to a Healer and find out. Take a home test or something."

Hermione, to his surprise, began shaking her head. "If I haven't done it before then I'm certainly not doing it now."

"What do you mean? You-"

"Ron, listen to me, please. I… I don't want to see someone. I can't. Healer Hasbrook and Dr. Lonnegan couldn't get rid of the curse."

"You haven't seen them in months." Ron reasoned. "Who's to say it isn't gone? Or maybe healed some so that you are pregnant?"

"What if it's not?"

"Then… Then it means you might be sick, and you need to see a Healer anyway."

"No." Hermione said defiantly. She suddenly got up from the kitchen counter and walked away from him through the house, but she wasn't going to get away that easy. Ron followed, arguing at her back.

"Hermione! You have to go!"

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do! What are you going to do then? Wait a few more months to see if your stomach grows?!"

"It's a right side better than having my hopes up and finding out that it won't!" Hermione finally stopped walking and turned around. Ron frowned immediately when he saw her tear-stricken face. "I have been hurt in the worst way, Ron, and I am not about to let it happen twice. Draco and I are… We're happy. Really happy for once. This entire year has been an utter hell with intermittent triumphs as bandaids. Sure, we smiled and laughed on the outside, but here at home where no one could see we were absolute wrecks. Can't we just have one moment where nothing ruins us?"

Ron stared at his best friend and his chest ached. He'd seen Hermione upset before, but this was more than that. This was torture. He eventually sighed and bit the inside of his jaw. "I get it. I do. No one should ever have to go through what you have. It was cruel, and you didn't deserve it. But," he said with a stern face. "You can't live in denial. I won't let you. If you don't go to St. Mungo's I'm telling Malfoy and he'll make you go. So? What's it going to be?"

Hermione's face fell. Without warning she slapped him as hard as she could. "I hate you." She growled out.

The sting of the slap hurt like hell, but Ron wasn't mad. He wasn't even angry at what she said. Instead he pulled her into his arms and hugged her. She broke down then, an avalanche of tears drenching his chest.

"I'll ask Ginny to come over and watch Aiden." Ron whispered. "And then you and I can go to St. Mungo's. Okay?"

Hermione didn't say anything, but nod.

"What kind of sick people actually take the time out to make these things?" Travers asked aloud. But then he glanced at Draco who narrowed his eyes at him and huffed.

"Are you seriously asking me that question?"

Travers shrugged then grinned. "You would know better than anyone, wouldn't you?"

Draco rolled his eyes (a terrible habit he had picked up from his wife) and ignored him. Despite what Travers said having the best potential at being a low blow, Draco didn't take it as such. Ever since Hermione's cursed accident his partner had been a little on the more tolerable side. Yes, he was still an arse. Yes, he tested Draco's impulse to hex him. And yet he managed to cope with the nutter, surprisingly.

"Whoever made it still did sloppy work." Draco commented as he walked around the table and stared at the not-so-innocuous pocketwatch. "Same signature make as the last thing. He or she will be caught by the end of the week."

"Agreed." Travers nodded as he pocketed his wand. "Can we go home now?"

Draco raised a brow. "Got somewhere important to go?"

"Not that it's any business of yours...but yes. I have a date this evening."

Draco did very little to suppress his snort. "And at which loony bin did you find her?"

Travers crossed his arms over his chest like a child and grumbled, "She's not crazy."

"She's going out with you, so, are you sure about that?" Draco questioned. His partner's reply was two middle fingers and he laughed. "Yeah, alright, we can go. We've figured out enough as it is. Besides, if I leave now I can have more than the usual one hour with Aiden before Hermione puts him to bed."

Travers' face broke out into a soft smile. "These are the days when you actually want kids to have later bedtimes."

Draco tilted his head. "You have kids?"

"A niece," he replied. "Always sleeping every time I go visit. It's ridiculous."

Draco was smiling just the same -long enough for both he and Travers to feel the awkward.

Travers huffed. "Are we done being friends now?"

"Definitely done," Draco answered as he headed out of the door first. "And remember to properly lock up, you forgetful prick."

"Shove it up the arse, Malfoy."

When Draco got home he immediately went into Aiden's room since his two favorite people were usually there. Today was just one, but that didn't matter. He walked further into the bedroom with purposeful strides and up to his son's crib, but then frowned when he saw that he was asleep. At least it looked like a peaceful sleep. His tiny fingers twitched a little as he slept and Draco sighed.

"Maybe I should quit my job." Draco said to him. "It's not like I have to work."

There was laughter from behind him and Draco turned.

"Sorry," Hermione giggled from the doorway. "I tried to keep him awake, but he's been grumpy all day because he didn't nap earlier."

"How long has he been asleep?"

"About an hour,"

"Hmm, that means he'll wake up at about…" Draco raised his hands and started ticking away at his fingers. "Ten or eleven,"

"And stay awake until three." Hermione grinned as she walked over to the crib. Aiden was in the same position she had laid him in and she couldn't help but be emotional about it. He slept just like Draco: in one spot. If that wasn't the damn cutest thing ever…

"Are you alright?" Draco asked. Hermione smiled at him and dabbed at the corners of her eyes.

"Yes, I'm fine. I, um… Draco, I went to see Healer Hasbrook and Dr. Lonnegan today."

Draco's face immediately fell as he turned to face her. "What happened? What's wrong?"

Hermione inappropriately laughed as he took her by the arms and began prodding and turning her this way and that as if he could see the damage. She eventually stopped him and placed her hands on the sides of his face.

"Nothing's wrong." She promised. "This is...far from being wrong. Draco," she smiled broadly and this time let her tears run freely. "I'm pregnant."

Draco blinked once. Then twice. Then a third and fourth time as though that would make him hear better. Instead it seemed to have made things worse. His stomach was in knots and his legs felt like pudding.

"What?"

"I said that I'm pregnant."

Draco felt weak. No, forget that. He felt sick. Hermione could read it in his face and so she took him by the hand and led him out of Aiden's room and into theirs. She sat him on the edge of the bed where he rest his forearms on his knees and stared at nothing.

"But the curse…?"

"It's still there." Hermione confirmed. "But obviously it's not as strong as it once was. Healer Hasbrook and Dr. Lonnegan want to see me every three weeks to make sure everything with the baby is okay. This is obviously a delicate and novel situation."

"And it's not a mistake?" Draco asked desperately as he looked up at her. Hermione could see how badly he wanted this, and how much it would hurt if it wasn't true. No one could sympathize with him more than her. She picked something up from the bureau before kneeling down beside him and rubbed his back.

"It's not a mistake." Hermione told him. "I'm ten weeks. I even have a sonogram, see?"

Hermione raised photograph for him and Draco took it from her hand. A moving picture of their baby was right there. Clear as day. Draco put a hand over his mouth and sighed into it.

"You wouldn't think less of me if I blubbered like an idiot, would you?" He asked her after a prolonged pause.

Hermione shook her head. "No, I wouldn't."

"Okay. Good."

Hermione had seen her husband cry on more than one occasion so far for the year because of their misfortunate. However, this was the first time that it was actually happy tears. He did nothing but sob and stare at the sonogram for Merlin knew how long until he eventually set it aside and pulled Hermione into his arms. Draco didn't know what he did to deserve not one, but two blessings (and at such close time intervals at that), but he didn't care. He was just happier than he ever thought he could be.

Author's note: I cry when I watch things, not read/write them. This did it. If you didn't shed a tear with me my job as a writer sucks lol.

Thanks for all the support guys! I can't believe this chapter 50!

-WP

Replies to Guests:

Guest: "Aww"... Oh, it was so adorable. And now this! Yey!

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