A loud pop startled Draco Malfoy as he was thinking deeply about Hermione. He turned and saw Happy standing there with a piece of parchment in her hands. He raised an eyebrow and walked towards the small house elf.

"Mistress has asked Happy to give you this," Happy said and handed Draco the rolled up piece of parchment. He unrolled it and read Hermione's elegant script. His jaw dropped at what he had read and was worried about her.

"Happy, go collect some food to bring to the three of them. Find some baskets and put food in there," Draco said and waited for Happy to come back. He sat down at his desk and put his head in his hands and then got up and stormed out of the room.

"Father, I need to speak with you immediately," Draco said and Lucius looked at his son, "I wish to take a week off, please. I need to attend to some other things at the moment; personal matters," Draco said and Lucius scoffed.

"Why would I allow that, Draco?" He asked his son, "No, you may not. You have your duties to the Dark Lord-"

"My duties mean nothing to him. All he cares is that the entire Malfoy family is on his side. You- you're worried about your image," Draco spat at his father. Lucius scoffed and slapped his son and gave him one of the iciest glares in the world.

"You will not insult me, Draco," He warned and hand his wand drawn at Draco. Draco took a step back from his father.

"I wasn't, I was merely stating the obvious father," Draco spat and then crossed his arms over his chest, "Besides, you're no father to me. A father is someone who intends to be there for their children, which you weren't," Draco said and began to turn on his heel, "You're a coward you know, you're a coward just like your father was."

"Avada-"

"Don't you dare harm a hair on his head, Lucius!" Narcissa yelled stunning her husband, "He's absolutely right, Lucius, you haven't been a father to our son. You were just worried about who will inherit your items. I'm sorry to say, Lucius, but Draco definitely is a Malfoy through and through. However, your father didn't end up with an inheritance and neither did you. All of the inheritance that we've been luxuriant on has been my own personal inheritance. Your mother was a sweet woman and wrote you out of the Malfoy will, ashamed of what her son had become. You've been disowned, Lucius, and Draco has all of your inheritance," Narcissa said and threw a stack of papers at him. The packet of papers included these things: a file for divorce, the prenup, and a restraining order against her, Draco, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and of course, his unborn child.

"Why are there six people on this? Along with the mudblood?" Lucius sneered looking at his wife, soon to be ex-wife, and his son.

"If you must know, they mean a lot to me. If you notice, you're name isn't the only one on that list, Lucius, Tom Riddle is as well," Narcissa added and Lucius rolled his eyes at his wife.

"Like he would even take a glance at this, he is after all the most famous wizard of the time," Lucius added and Draco let out a loud scoff.

"Draco, ignore your father, Happy is waiting in your bedroom with the things you had asked her for," Narcissa said and led Draco out of the room. Once out of the room, Draco leant against the wall and rubbed his hands over his pale face. He leant his head against the wall and looked up at the black ceiling.

Running through Draco's mind was how life was being thrown at him. The number one thing on his mind was Hermione's safety. He was worried about her and wanted both her and their child to be as safe as possible. Of course, that wasn't going to happen what with the events surrounding him. The fact that the Dark Lord was at his highest frightened him, he was distraught at the thought of what could happen to Hermione. He was worried about his crazy Aunt Bellatrix going after her. He was worried about that one especially since his aunt had a crazy obsession for wanting to kill all and any mudbloods she comes in contact with. He also was aware that Hermione was on the top list of her "Kill a Mudblood" list.

Slowly, Draco stalked his way back to his bedroom where Happy was standing there holding all the food in baskets. Draco asked if she had collected some bottled water for them as well and was content with the fact that she had. He helped Happy by taking two baskets in one of his hands and she apparated them to where they all were.

Upon landing in the tent where Hermione, Potter, and Weasley were staying, he felt a sense of relief. He saw Potter sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in his hands and was staring at a stolen issue of the Daily Prophet. Weasley looked like he's been hit by the Knight Bus. He was out cold. Hermione was laying on the bed with her eyes shut in a peaceful sleep. She was laying on her side with one of the four pillows in between her knees and had one of her hands on her stomach with was riding up slightly.

"Malfoy," Harry whispered, "What are you doing here?" He asked getting up and walking over to Draco. Draco sarcastically held up the basket of food in his hand and shook it lightly.

"I brought you some chow," Draco said sarcastically and set it on the long table. Harry rolled his eyes and walked over to the sleeping Hermione.

"`Mione," He called softly whilst shaking her lightly, "`Mione, wake up," He said and Hermione let out a long sigh and stretched on the bed. She took the pillow from between her legs and threw it on the ground. She rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes lightly.

"Harry, why did you wake me up?" She whined as she kept her eyes closed from the bright lights. Draco took his wand and lowered the lights slowly.

"Malfoy brought food, I thought you might want to eat," Harry said and Hermione sat up and propped herself on her elbows and slowly opened her eyes and adjusted them to the lights. She saw Draco sitting down at the table with baskets of food in front of him.

"Thanks," She said quietly and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slowly pulled herself up from the bed and walked over to the table where Draco was sitting. Before sitting down, she opened the basket and poked through it. She found some sliced bread, butter, ham, lettuce, mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise. She pulled all of it out of the basket and prepped herself a sandwich.

"Hermione, may I ask what kind of sandwich you're making?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Whatever the hell I want to put on it," She snapped and continued layering new layers on her sandwich. Draco was sort of horrified with the ingredients on this sandwich.

"What are you doing here?" She asked Draco.

"I had to make sure you were alright. Your letter sort of worried me," He said and she let out a sigh and took a bite out of the sandwich.

"You shouldn't worry about me," She said with her mouth full of sandwich particles, "I'm perfectly fine, and so is the baby, I'm just really, really, really hungry. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse," she said and Draco raised an eyebrow at the last statement, "Muggle saying," she said and Draco let out a light laugh.

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure you were both okay," He said and she smiled at Draco.

"What are Ron and I? A piece of shit?" Harry asked and Draco glared at Harry.

"Yes, Pothead, you and Weasel are a huge pile of dung," Draco spat at Harry and stood up, "Besides, I had to make sure my beautiful princess was fine," He said and kissed the top of Hermione's head. She smiled at Draco and took his hand in hers.

"You guys make me want to vomit," a mumble from across the room said.

"It's that baby, it's making Malfoy go soft," Harry said digging through the basket, "And it's not even here yet!"

"Potter, I'm going to tell you that you will understand when you're older," taunted Draco.

"We're the same age!"

"I don't care!"

"You think you're so mature because you're going to be a father!"

"Shut up, will you? You're stressing me out. When I get back from the loo, Harry, you better be relaxing, and Draco, dear, you better be home," She said and walked off. Draco sighed, gave Harry the finger, and disapparated.