Wow, so we got the fighting out of the way, but that doesn't mean it's over for good. Ron is still super pissed about the whole situation, while Hermione and Draco are trying to figure out how they're going to make this work. Remember – if both sides found out about Scorpius, they would use him to further their causes, because he is foretold to be very powerful. Oh yeah, prophecy. A prophecy foretold that a baby would be born, similar to Harry, and would change the world with his powers. This baby would be born to a traitor and a mudblood, so it told. Narcissa knew about it, but how? We'll find out. Beteedubs, there is a lemon in this chapter. Yay Lemonade! :P REVIEW guys! I love hearing from you! Also, as always, feel free to follow me on Twitter (Breanne_dodds) or Insta: Breannesawriter! Imranramj1- I will certainly give your story a look. Prophecy explanation above! Pgoodrichboggs – The fighting was incredible to write, and it showed how Draco can be possessed by the dark side even if he's not around Voldemort. It's important to know that. And yes, LEMONADE! Frogster – Molly is such an important figure, and I thought she would be a wonderful fit. Scorpius will be very magically gifted, hence why The Order/Voldemort would want him. I'm super excited about writing a magical pregnancy! YAY! KissMiInk – I'm glad you're into the story! I'll update quickly to keep it going!

Chapter 27:

Both parties involved knew that keeping Hermione's pregnancy a secret forever was incredibly undoable. Soon, she would be showing, and that's when the questions would begin to arise. Although lying was a viable option, or concealment charms, it wouldn't be the road taken. Hermione had been adamant about not giving birth to Scorpius while keeping her pregnancy concealed from the world, and Draco had agreed. Harry had thought that Draco would have been beyond pissed about the situation, but seeing the way he had attacked Ron – or vice versa – and stopped when Hermione had yelled his name, he was beginning to lose his hatred for the Slytherin, although he would never admit it.

"This is such bullshit," Ron grumbled as Harry grabbed a towel from the cupboard of the downstairs bathroom.

Harry sighed. "Bill's right; there is nothing we can do to change it. I don't like it either."

"What if he is just using her?" Ron demanded and winced as he touched a bruise on the side of his forehead. "What if he's using her to get to you?"

"I highly doubt that," Harry replied and stripped down to get into the shower. "Even if he was, there's a baby being brought into this now so… that changes things."

The mention of the baby made the look on Ron's face scrunch, looking as though he wanted to hurl. "She shagged him! She didn't even want to shag me! How is Malfoy more appealing than I am?"

Harry stiffened a laugh as he climbed into the shower. "Ron, you know Hermione. She'll only sleep with someone she loves – she's very particular about these things."

"What did I do to drive her away, Harry?" Ron asked, his voice softer now.

Harry closed his eyes to calm himself. "I think they were victims of circumstance. They were forced to be together for a long time. Eventually, they grew to have feelings for one another. When Hermione told me, I was just as pissed as you are. But, I saw what he did at the Manor. You saw the look on his face when he saw Hermione was with us."

"I also saw when he identified us," Ron growled. "And when he took her to go do Merlin knows what!"

Harry shook his head even though Ron couldn't see him from behind the shower curtain. He hadn't even turned the water on yet, so he made a point of doing that before he continued. "They were planning our escape, Ron. Which reminds me, as sickening as it is, you do owe Malfoy your life."

He couldn't hear Ron fuming, but he could see it in his mind. "I don't owe him anything."

"If Malfoy hadn't taken Hermione and figured out how to escape, we would have been dead and the world would be in You-Know-Who's hands," Harry explained to his friend. "He put a lot on the line getting us out like that."

"You're defending him."

The statement was blank, accusational, and to the point. Ron's voice never wavered as he said it, because he knew it was true. Harry was defending Malfoy, and it made him even sicker than the thought of Hermione shagging him.

"I suppose," Harry shrugged and began to wash his hair. "I never thought the day would come. Regardless, you see the way he looks at her –"

"Like a piece of meat."

"No," Harry retorted. "He… he does love her."

"It makes me want to vomit," Ron grumbled. "Hermione is loveable, sure, but how did she fall in love with such an arrogant piece of shite?"

Harry sighed. "That's really the question now, isn't it…"

Draco pushed Hermione against the glass of the shower, his naked body up against hers, and her stomach pressing against the glass. He peppered kisses down the side of her neck and shoulders, noting how they curved ever so slightly. His fingers crept up her sides and over her stomach to her breasts and he held onto them, giving them a firm squeeze resulting in a strangled yelp from her. Hermione's brown hair was tangled around his cheeks, and her lips were rounded in the perfect O, her breath steaming up the glass of the shower.

The young man ran his hand from her breast to her thigh, smacking her ass with a loud slap, and Hermione tensed. Draco smiled to himself and turned her around so he could see her perfectly. Her hair was wet and fell down below her bust, and her chocolate eyes studied him to see what his next move would be. After he had gotten into the shower, Hermione knew that this time would be no ounce of lovemaking. There was so much built up emotion on both of their parts that it needed to come out, and this was the safest release.

"I missed you," he whispered as his lips joined to hers once again.

"You keep saying that," she whispered back through heavy kisses and roaming hands.

Draco bit her bottom lip, causing her to lurch forward. He took that as an invitation to lift her up around his waist, without warning, sliding his length into her. Hermione's head titled back in surprise as she whimpered at the new feeling. Smiling to himself, Draco held her in the shower, the jet of water soaking his back, and began moving her up and down slowly. Hermione sighed into his mouth, her moans dissolving in the back of his throat.

"Do you like that?" he whispered.

"Yes," she whimpered softly, tensing her body to accommodate him.

It wasn't long before they were both on the floor of the shower, crumbled in a heap of limps, water, and moaning, with the urge to keep moving, whatever the cost. Hermione sought her release with the help of Draco. He thrusted in and out of her quickly now, tilting his head back and enjoying every moment of it. Hermione's sweet moans filled his ears, and her mewls tingled through him like fire. If she kept doing that, he wouldn't last very much longer…

"Don't… stop…" she murmured, her hands creeping up his chest, and her hair pooling with the water from the shower. She was in heaven… or as close to heaven as she could get.

Draco didn't stop – in fact, he continued until he felt her unravel about him and gave a few extra thrusts to send him toppling over the edge, exploding into her, and leaning over the woman with dominance and possessiveness. She stared up at his grey eyes, studying him. Her fingers traced over his biceps and abs until they rested on his chest, to which Draco merely smiled. He pulled her into a sitting position between his legs, where the shower could still reach them, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly to him.

"I'm glad we did that," she whispered against his neck. Hermione made it a point to kiss all the water-droplets off of his porcelain skin.

"You and me both," he murmured and let his head rest against the back of the shower wall. "I do feel kind-of dirty doing it in a Weasley's household, though."

Hermione lightly smacked him. "Say Harry does defeat You-Know-Who… what happens to us then, providing we, you know… survive?"

Draco sighed and felt his anxiety come back, forming a headache in his frontal lobe. "Just had to be the buzzkill, didn't you? Well, I suppose we would inherit the Manor and all the vacation homes my parents have, providing my father goes to Azkaban, which he probably will."

"I don't think I'll ever be able to set foot in that house again," Hermione shuddered violently at the memory of Bellatrix torturing her.

Draco pulled her closer to his body in an attempt to comfort her. "I wouldn't either. Rather reeks in there… and your blood stained my mother's favorite rug. Imagine her face if I walked in there with you." Sensing Hermione's apprehensiveness, he continued. "We have a vacation property in France. It's a lot like this, actually."

Hermione nodded, closing her eyes. "I kept having dreams about you when I was unconscious."

"Oh?"

"We were on a beach… We had a home there," Hermione explained, realizing that the property in France could have indeed been what she had dreamt about. "Scorpius was about three, and you had just given a large sum of money to a charity."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Probably The Donations of Crippled Witches and Wizards fund. My father gives to them every year for as long as I can remember."

"Maybe," Hermione said tiredly, making herself comfortable against Draco's lean frame. "Is that our plan then? Raise Scorpius in France?"

"We'll have to have a home in England," Draco said matter-of-factly. "We can't be too far away from my mother, she would throw a fit. She'll want us there for every holiday, and probably twice a week for dinner."

Hermione's eyes opened. "Your mother knows about our relationship?"

Draco cleared his throat. "Of course she does. Unlike my father, she is very accepting of the fact that I chose you. My father does not know, however, and he won't know until after The Dark Lord is gone for good. Otherwise, he would have you killed or worse."

"Even if I'm pregnant with his grandchild?" Hermione asked, her mind beginning to race at the worry she was beginning to succumb too.

Draco stroked her damp hair thoughtfully. "The Malfoy line is strictly pureblood. He wouldn't accept Scorpius as the Malfoy heir, even though he technically is."

"Maybe he'll just have to get over it," Hermione whispered, more to herself than to Draco, but it still earned her a chuckle from the man holding onto her.

"I have a feeling he will," Draco replied and continued stroking her hair.

The two sat in silence for a while longer before the water began to grow cold. Draco grew irritated with it so he scopped Hermione up into his arms and took her out of the shower, setting her on the cool floor before turning off the water and getting out as well. He pulled a black sweater and khakis out of his suitcase and threw them on, and Hermione only put on her jeans and button-up. The two didn't speak much, but brushed hands and smiled at one another when their eyes met. It was an odd scenario but it was happy, it was homey for the time being.

When they went outside the seclusion of the bathroom and down the stairs, Draco noticed that the table had been set for dinner, and it was occupied by only Harry. When he saw the two, he meagerly looked up and explained that The Order had called a meeting to Bill and Fleur had to leave immediately and Ron had fancied a walk after hearing banging around upstairs. Draco smirked as he sat down at the table next to Hermione.

"You two got your shite figured out?" Harry asked, putting a spoon full of mashed potatoes on his plate and then filling each of theirs up as well.

"For the most part," Hermione replied and took the plate. "The rest relies on you."

"I was thinking, and maybe Malfoy can help with this," he said, shooting Draco an annoyed look which the young Slytherin shot right back. "Bellatrix was awfully possessive of her vault when she thought we had broken into it. I was thinking maybe she was keeping something sinister in there."

"If you're thinking of a bloody Horcurx, you're probably right, as much as that pains me to say, Potter," Draco said and helped himself to some chicken. "The LeStrange vault is known for its collection of dark artifacts, so it wouldn't surprise me if the Dark Bastard decided to throw it in there."

"Hermione said you knew about the Horcruxes," Harry pointed his fork at him.

"I do," Draco nodded and took a mouthful of food. "And believe me, Potter, I'm surprised you had the stomach to do in four of them already. You never struck me as the type."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're mildly pleasant to be around right now, Malfoy. Did Hermione curse you?"

Draco sneered. "Happiness tends to occur when you get laid."

Harry ignored the deep blush spreading across Hermione's cheeks. "Right then – if I remember right, the Horcrux would have to have something to do with Hufflepuff. A cup, I think."

It was like a lightbulb flashed in Draco's mind. "That would be the one. Gold, about this big. He moved it right after he said something about you and him having this 'connection.' Bloody weird, if you ask me."

"If you think I like having it, then you're dead wrong. But, you normally are," Harry replied.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Is that how you knew about the cup? Harry, I told you not to let him in! If you can see where he's at, he can see where you are! He will find you! What if he sees Draco?"

Harry looked at Draco for the first time in his life for backing. "Be a mate, would you?"

Draco shrugged and took another bite of dinner. "If he sees me, it's like looking at perfection, Hermione. There's nothing to be worried about, I would have just stunned him with my handsomeness."

"How you two can be so civil and ignorant at the same time is beyond me!" Hermione barked.

"Relax, 'Mione," Harry said with a hint of laughter in his voice. "It's the only way I know about the Horcruxes. I wouldn't have gotten this far without it."

"As much as it pains me to agree with The Immortal Orphan, he's right," Draco said to Hermione. "If you want to get rid of The Dark Lord for good, Potter has to have this weird ass connection to him. Back to the cup… Since it's at Gringotts, you'll have to get the help of that Goblin you took with you. He's the only one who knows how to get into the bank without detection."

"Griphook hasn't woken yet," Harry said. "Do you think he'll help us?"

"Probably not," Hermione murmured. "Goblins tend to keep to themselves. They don't like wizards with good reason."

Draco scoffed. "Goblins are just prejudice. He'll help you as long as he gets something out of it."

"You're sure You-Know-Who moved the cup to Gringotts?" Hermione asked Draco.

"If you're doubting me already, there's an issue," Draco said to her, then turned his attention to Harry. "You need to go talk to that Goblin."

Harry nodded. "Erm… thanks for your help, Malfoy. I… never would have expected it."

"You and me both, Potter," he replied and watched as Ron entered the room. He couldn't resist the urge to make him jealous or angry again. He snaked an arm around the back of Hermione's chair to prove his point. "Where've you been, Weasel Bee? Catching butterflies?"

Ron ignored him and sat down beside Harry, eyeing Draco with hatred. "What did I miss?"

"The next Horcrux is in the LeStrange vault in Gringotts. It's Hufflepuff's cup," Hermione explained, earning her a glare from Ron. Obviously, he did not want to speak to either of one of the couple in front of him. "We'll, uh… have to get help from Griphook."

"Fat chance," Ron scoffed and leaned back in his chair. "Goblins are tricky. He won't help us unless there's something he wants."

"I told you," Draco said and looked at Harry pointedly. "Did I not say that, Hermione? I'm pretty sure I did, but I –"

"Yes, you did," Hermione cut him off and turned her attention back to Harry and Ron. "We have to break into Gringotts."

"That is completely impossible!" Ron said and slammed his hands down on the table. "No one has ever gotten away with it… let alone tried it."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "It's the only way, Ron."

"You two are absolutely mad," Ron shook his head and stood up. He began pacing.

"Ron, it truly is the only way," Hermione tried, saying it softly in a tone that made Draco look at her with discomfort. "Please, we can't do it without you."

Hermione could tell that he was tempted to walk out of the cottage and back onto the sand dunes again, but to her relief, he turned to face them. "Fine, let's go talk to that bloody Goblin."

"I have to speak to them, Bill," Harry repeated flatly, and Hermione stood watching Bill, Fleur, and Harry argue. Fleur was adamant that Ollivander and Griphook not to spoken too until they were ready to be moved to Ron and Bill's Aunt Muriel's, but Harry knew the importance of speaking to them right away and was trying to get his point across. "You're in The Order, you know how important this is!"

Hermione watched as Fleur looked at him in discomfort, but Bill nodded.

"Alright, Harry, who do you need to speak with first?"

"Griphook," Harry's answer was nothing short than immediate.

Bill led them up the stairs and passed the bathroom which Hermione and Draco had their excursion in. Draco had been permitted to come with Harry because of his insight on the Death Eaters, mostly to Hermione's insistence. Bill led the four to the second doorway and motioned inside. The first thing Hermione noticed when she was inside the small room was the view of the ocean and how the sunset was reflecting pink off the water, and the cherry sky shone in the backdrop. It was truly beautiful here, and her heart longed to just run away with Draco and raise their child somewhere as serene at this was.

Harry was beside the Goblin before Hermione could focus on him. "I'm sorry for interrupting your rest. How are you feeling?"

"Still in pain, but mending," the little Goblin replied.

Hermione noticed now that the Goblin was clutching the hilt of the Sword of Gryffindor. Draco's eyes moved across the rubies on the handle and noticed how the creature's long fingers were woven protectively around the weapon. This intrigued Draco, and he focused more on how the Goblin was holding the sword possessively than what Potter was saying about his first time at Gringotts, and how Griphook was reminding him of how famous he was.

As they talked, Ron had pulled up a chair to the other side of the Goblin's bed, listening intently on what he and Harry were discussing. Harry hadn't brought up his proposal yet, but Draco reckoned that Griphook would use the Sword as a bargaining tool. He leaned down in Hermione's ear and whispered it to her. She looked at him, and her face was completely unreadable, but Draco knew Goblins – and he knew that Griphook would not help their cause unless he was promised something of equal value in return.

"We need to break into a vault in Gringotts," Harry told the Goblin.

Hermione noticed that Harry had spit out the words, and looked as though he was in pain. She studied him, and knew that he was seeing into Voldemort's mind again, and it sickened her that he was using the connection. But, like Draco had said: it was necessary.

"Harry –" she began, but was cut off by Griphook.

"It's impossible," he dismissed.

"No, it isn't," Ron said immediately. "It has been done before. The first time Harry visited Gringotts."

"The vault was empty," the Goblin snapped, staring at Ron now, his beady black eyes unreadable, but his tone spoke in defense of the bank. "Its protection was minimal."

"The vault we need to gain access too is not empty," Harry explained, now talking with his hands in an effort to gain the Goblin's trust. "It belongs to the LeStrange's."

The Goblin's eyes widened and he scoffed. "You have no chance, Harry Potter. You are a very odd wizard indeed."

"I'm not trying to take anything for my personal gain," Harry said to Griphook. "Can you believe me?"

"If there was any wizard I would believe, it would be you, Harry Potter," Griphook said flatly. "But, you must understand my predicament."

"There is no way you don't want him dead as much as we do," Draco said dejectedly, growing tired of the waiting game with this Goblin. He didn't mind them, but he didn't like what they stood for, and he knew he had to cut to the chase.

"You're hunted as much as I am," Hermione said softly. "I'm Muggleborn, Griphook."

"And carrying a Pureblood's child," Griphook turned to the couple. Hermione's heart froze and Draco placed a hand protectively on her shoulder. "Don't think I haven't noticed your stance about her, son of Lucius." He looked at them curiously, then back to Harry. "What do you seek in the LeStrange vault? The sword that lies in the vault is a fake; this is the real one."

"We seek something much more important," Harry replied and crossed his fingers. Ron crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair impatiently.

"You're so young to be fighting so many," Griphook said softly, looking to the four people in front of him.

"Will you help us?" Harry pressed, ignoring the passive comment.

"I shall… think about it," Griphook replied finally.

"But –" Ron began angrily, but Harry shot him a deathly look.

"Thank you," Harry thanked the Goblin.

He motioned for the four to leave the room. Draco met the beady black eyes of the creature, and gave him a look he wouldn't soon forget before closing the door behind him and retreating across the hallway to another room overlooking the sand dunes. The Golden Trio was already inside; Ron was leaning against the window with his arms crossed, Harry was pacing, and Hermione was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Draco closed the door and muttered a silencing charm before taking his place in the chair next to Hermione.

"He's a little git," Ron said furiously. "He likes watching us hang like that."

"I told you that you wouldn't get far without offering him something," Draco sneered. "When would you start listening to me, Weasel? I have been right about everything so far… I normally am."

"Shut up, Malfoy, you're only here because of Hermione," Ron started, but Hermione shot him a look that silenced him and Draco snickered.

"I don't think Bellatrix knew it was Horcrux," Harry said absently. "He trusted them, so he probably told them it was a treasured possession or something along those lines. I mean, he didn't tell your dad about truth about the diary, Malfoy."

Draco shrugged. "He's a secretive bastard, Potter. Surely you must know this by now… or not."

Harry ignored him. "Gringotts is the safest place to store anything except for Hogwarts. Hagrid told me when I first went to Diagon Alley."

"You really understand him," Ron said crossly with raised eyebrows.

"Bits of him," Harry said softly. "Regardless, I need to speak to Ollivander. Come on, Ron."

Harry motioned for his best friend to follow him out. Ron did, sending a look of pure hatred towards the couple near the bed. Hermione's gaze sank down to the blue comforters until she felt the mattress sink beside her and saw Draco's khaki's.

"Why does Potter need to talk to Ollivander?"

Hermione sighed. "He's becoming… obsessed with The Elder Wand. When we went to visit Lovegood – don't look at me like that – he told us about The Deathly Hallows."

Draco nodded. "I told you, five months ago, if I remember. Why don't you listen to me?"

Hermione faced the man she loved, a look of contempt on her face. "I didn't trust you then, Draco. Don't put me in this position."

Draco looked at her apprehensively before continuing. "Ollivander will only tell him that The Dark Lord has it and it truly exists. Did you not tell your precious Order that I told you this?"

"I did," Hermione said softly. "It wasn't my fault they chose not to act on it. I know you're right, Draco. Now, stop trying to get me to inflate your already huge ego."

Draco snickered. "There's no limit to my ego inflation."

Hermione rolled her eyes and put a hand to her stomach. "Scorpius Draco?"

"Might as well," Draco shrugged and scooted himself off the bed.

He sat between her legs, and rested his cheek against her stomach, encasing her in his arms. Hermione's heart almost melted at his gesture. It was so innocent, so unlike him. Draco smiled into her shirt, knowing that his son, and most rightful Malfoy heir was busy growing and getting ready for his appearance into the world. At that moment, it didn't matter that the two had hated one another growing up. It didn't matter that Hermione wasn't a pureblood. It didn't matter that they were fighting a war. At that moment, they were void of a world that did not include Elder Wands, Voldemorts, or Blood-Status.

"A prophecy?" Arthur asked Remus with a raised eyebow. "How intriguing."

Molly, Arthur, Lupin, Severus, and McGonagall sat in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts. Snape had called the meeting because of a development at the Ministry; a prophecy had begun to swirl and glow in the Department of Mysteries. Thickneese had sent word to him not a half hour ago, and since the prophecy was of dire nature, it had to be told.

"Do you know what it reads, Severus?" asked Molly, with fear in her eyes that it was indeed about Hermione and Draco.

Snape turned himself in the chair behind his desk to face Dumbledore. "That a child will be born with extraordinarily magical abilities and will change the outcome of the oncoming war."

Molly's eyes widened involuntarily. "Surely it means Harry!"

"Harry's Prophecy was destroyed, Molly," Lupin reminded her. "It must be another child."

"It is indeed," Snape agreed, still eyeing the photo of Dumbledore.

"You knew about this?" McGonagall asked the portrait shrilly.

Dumbledore only smiled. "I always told you to find things out of yourself, Minerva. I couldn't tell you everything. It would ruin the… pleasure of the mystery."

Arthur spoke next. "Do you know who this child is?"

"Not precisely," said Snape slowly. "I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to figure it out, however."

"We must keep this child away from You-Know-Who," Arthur told the group.

"How are we to find a child in all of the world?" McGonagall asked. "Surely you must know more, Severus!"

Snape took a lasting look to the portrait of the Headmaster before returning his gaze to the group. "I know only what I told you. The Dark Lord, on the other hand, does not know of this development yet. I should hope when he does find out that this child's parents are… under safe protection from him."

"How do we even know who the child's parents are?" McGonagall demanded and crossed her arms over her chest. "It will be looking for a needle in a haystack."

"I am almost positive that they will not be hard to find," Snape replied. "After all… (he cast another look to Dumbledore) I'm sure they are… right under our noses."