When I arrived at the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey gave one look towards Granger and exclaimed, "Oh dear!" she hurried towards me and levitated Hermione onto one of the cots and immediately jumped into a full examination. I have absolutely no idea as to why I stayed all I know is that I hated seeing Granger lying on that bed bruised and battered, begging for mercy from the one person who was supposed to help her, not beat her.

"Draco dear, please bring Professor Dumbledore down here, I have an urgent matter to discuss with him about Miss Granger." I nodded and walked out the door. So much for getting back to sleep, I thought to myself. As I came upon the Gargoyles that guarded Dumbledore's office I remembered I hadn't asked Madame Pomfrey for the password. Damn it! I thought. Well the old wizard enjoys candy,

"Purple licorice baskets"

"Floating gummy bears"

"Hot dog ice cream"

"Eggplant soda spray!" the stairwell opened up and I raced up the stairs.

"Professor! Madame Pomfrey requires your presence in the infirmary." He nodded.

"I am well aware; I can see you are very concerned. Why might that be, my boy?" He smiled at me.

"I-I, I am not concerned for that- that Mudblood!" I sputtered, "I am simply helping Madame Pomfrey by being messenger boy. Judging by the fact that you had previously known I can assume my efforts were wasted."

"Mr. Malfoy! I expect better of you than to insult other students, especially ones who have been through the ordeal Miss Granger has been through! 25 points off of Slytherin. From what I gather we need to hurry to the Hospital Wing."

I nodded, "Yes sir."

"Hold on to my robes, we're going to apparate there."

One moment I'm in Dumbledore's office, the next I feel a pulling sensation, and the moment after that I'm back in the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore hurried over to Madame Pomfrey and they conversed in a hushed whisper,

"This must not have been the first time-"

"Two months along you say-"

"Yes yes, what are you going to do-?"

"Absolutely nothing I do not think the child asked for this. I believe that we should let her carry on with her normal life, and when the time comes we will be here for her. Do you have the required equipment to do regular check ups?"

"Yes Professor."

Dumbledore clapped his hands together, "Splendid! It is settled then!" he turned to me and spoke, "Draco, my boy, you must keep this secret for the safety of Hermione and the baby. I want you to be there and protect her at all costs." I nodded mutely.

Wait, BABY? Then that would mean-

"Granger's pregnant?" Dumbledore nodded.

"That is technically how babies come into existence." Then he disappeared. Lovely, I'm going to be in charge of a hormonally imbalanced teenage mother. Bloody Hell.