Hermione sat in the darkness of her bedroom at Grimmauld Place. She lay across her bed with her hands on her stomach. She stared out into the dark skies and sighed. She would occasionally rub her stomach and wish that Draco were there with her in some way. She heard a light pecking at the window and Hermione looked at the window curiously. She got up off the bed and opened the window only to see a black owl fly into the room and land on the dresser. She walked over to it and took the letter that was in its beak. She closed the window with a wave of her wand. With another wave of her wand, she turned the light on and looked at who the letter was addressed to:

My Love

She opened the letter carefully and opened it and read over the letter that was addressed to "Love." She covered her mouth and had tears running down her cheeks. This letter was one from Draco himself. She held her letter to her heart and kissed it gently. Hermione was relieved that this letter was written by Draco and that he was alive and well.

"Baby, your Daddy wrote Mommy a letter," Hermione said rubbing her stomach. Hermione stood up and walked downstairs and found Harry and Ron sitting at the long dinner table in the kitchen area. They heard her approach and they turned towards her.

"What's that?" Harry asked seeing the letter in her hands. He reached for it and instantly pulled it to her chest as if it were her child.

"Why would I do that, Harry? Do I read your mail? No, I don't," Hermione snapped and folded the letter holding it close to her, "I came here asking if you knew where any quill, ink, and some parchment would be. I'd like to send a letter," Hermione said and Ron stood up.

"Are you barking mad, Hermione? You can't send a letter," Ron said standing close to Hermione, "If you send a letter, the ministry could see the owl and track you down. Besides, we haven't an owl," Ron said and Hermione glared at the red head.

"Honestly Ronald, how else would I receive this letter. There's an owl in my bedroom and it's a black owl. The person who wrote me this letter told me to only send her out at night when it is completely black outside," Hermione explained to Ron. They were both staring at each other holding a glare at each other. Hermione felt as if she were ready to shred him apart. Instead, she sat down at the table and began to cry.

"Blimey Hermione, I didn't mean to make you cry," Ron said sitting next to Hermione. She sniffled and sobbed into her hands. She pushed the letter towards Ron and he opened it carefully reading it over, "Who's D.M.?" Ron asked looking at Hermione. She exhaled deeply and looked at Ron and Harry before speaking.

"Draco Malfoy," Hermione said just loud enough for them to be able to hear. Ron's eyes widened in surprise, "Now, Ron, it's not what you think. He's been forced to become a Death Eater. He- he hates it. He hates that he's supposed to follow You-Know-Who's every order. He wants peace," Hermione said, "I was going to reply back to him," Hermione said honestly.

"Bloody hell," Ron murmured to himself before standing up, "You're in love with Malfoy! After all he did to you, Hermione? He called you a mudblood!" Ron yelled at Hermione. She put her head in her hands and had tears still running out of her eyes.

"Yes," Hermione said and looked at Ron, "He's in love with me, too," Hermione said softly and stood up, "Harry, when I told you of my love for Draco, I didn't tell you the complete truth," Hermione said and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You've banged the bloke too, haven't you?" Ron asked and Hermione nodded slowly. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with one another and looked back at Hermione.

"Hermione, what's going on?" Harry asked kneeling on the ground with one of his hands on her knees. She sniffled and wiped her nose off and looked at her two best friends.

"I'm pregnant with his baby," Hermione said quietly and Harry's eyes widened at her words. He stood up in surprise.

"I didn't hear, what's going on?" Ron asked feeling out of the loop. They both looked at each other and Hermione let out a deep sigh before opening her mouth to speak aloud the words she didn't wish to speak, but had come to terms and fell in love with it.

"I said I'm pregnant with Draco's baby," Hermione said and Ron's eyes widened and he stiffened, "Say something, please," Hermione said looking at her two best friends, "I know the timing's real bad, but I can't get rid of my baby. I love my child too much already, I could never do that to a living being," Hermione said resting her hand on her stomach.

"I'm gonna kill him," Ron said with an angry look on his face. Hermione stood up and put her hands on Ron's shoulders.

"No, you mustn't touch Draco, Ronald. As much as you two despise him, I'm still in love with him," Hermione said quietly to Ron. Her hand was placed on his shoulder and she was giving him a sincere look. Ron was staring back at the girl he was in love with, but he knew he couldn't have her. He knew this because Draco Malfoy had stolen her heart from him and had even gotten her pregnant.

"Okay," Ron said softly and closed his eyes. He could barely look at Hermione without picturing her snogging Malfoy. He couldn't help but think that she had betrayed him.

"Here Hermione," Harry said to Hermione. Hermione turned and took the writing things from Harry and smiled softly at him. She walked over to him and gave him a hug and gently kissed his cheek.

"Thanks Harry, you're a great friend," She said and glared at Ron, "I know you're mad with me, Ron, but it is the way it is."

"Of course I'm angry! I'm in love with you!" Ron said and then slapped his hand over his mouth and Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm sorry, Ron, but those feelings are not returned for obvious reasons," She said and turned towards Harry, "I'm going to write my letter," Hermione said and walked back up to her bedroom and sat down at the desk and unrolled the parchment and opened the ink bottle.

D.M.,

I miss you as well, dear. I was so surprised to see that you had written to me during these dangerous times. I worry about you, you know. The fact that I'm aware that your house is the home to all of those people makes me sick to my stomach. Then again, it could simply be my condition. I'll speak more of that in a bit.

I also have to tell you, love, Weasel is in love with me. He admitted it to me just minutes before I began this letter to you. I told him I couldn't love him because I'm deeply in love with you. I promise you this, love, I'd never be able to move on from you because frankly, that's impossible between you and I. Our love is true, I know that for sure.

I'm sure by now, love, that you're wondering what this condition is. Well, I'll tell you it's a marvelous thing, this condition. I think it's one of the best things in my life, dear. I'm sorry I didn't write you this earlier, but I had no way of contacting you. I'm with child, love. Your child. I'm four months in right now. It's a marvelous feeling knowing I'm going to be a mother, but I'm scared all at the same time. I'm traveling with Lightning and I can't help but feel that it might hurt either me or our baby, D.M. I'm already showing a bit, too. I often sit in my bedroom at night with a silencing charm on the doorways and talk to our baby. I'm due the 15th of January. I found some books at the place I'm staying to make sure the baby is healthy. I've even seen our baby, too. The baby's profile looks just like you, love. The baby was even sucking its thumb, I wish you could have seen, dear.

Write me back, dear, I love you,

H.G.

A/N: I want to thank you all for the reviews once again! I'm sorry for not updating yesterday, I had to work yesterday... as well I do today. I have to work from 12:30 to 8:00 tonight, I'm not looking forward to it because yesterday after work, my legs, I could barely move them because I was in so much pain! I ended up taking my first bath in four years because I could barely move. Is it fair that if a teen works 7.5 hours that they only get one thirty minute break? I don't think that's very fair. My neighbor used to work at the same place and she had the same problem... I hate my job.

Also, I know that this chapter is short, but I felt like I ended it in a good place. Her writing to Draco about their baby, I think, was perfect. I wanted her to at least write to Draco about their child. I also want to thank this one reviewer who said that they like how I incorporate things (story/plot lines) out of the book into this story, and I want to thank you, I smiled at that. Also, another reviewer said they've seen DH part 2 7 times, how much money did that cost you? That's insane!

Keep reviewing, my lovelies!
~Amanda