Hermione sat beside Draco's bed in the Hospital Wing. She rested her chin on her knees, her fingers intertwined with his as she watched his chest rise with breathing. After Harry had taken Hermione off the field, she'd allowed him to shower in her rooms and change. It was more for her benefit, than his. Knowing that her friend was close calmed Hermione enough to think rationally. Everything in her had yelled at her to run after her husband, but the rational part knew that she would probably make Madam Pomfrey very nervous with Hermione standing over her. Now, she sat next to his bedside, hoping he would wake soon. Even though it was only his arm, the regrowth and healing of bones took a lot out a person.
Had it really been just a few months ago that Draco had found her running after Peeves and he'd brought her up here for her bad ankle? He'd asked her out, even when he'd found out who she was. Did he know that they would end up married not too soon after that, when he'd asked her out? She knew she never had expected it.
"Here you are, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, sitting a tray of food next to her. Hermione looked up and smiled softly. She reached for the pumpkin juice and raised it to her lips. She paused, though, sniffed the drink, and set it back on the tray. "Something wrong?" the medi-witch asked.
Hermione looked up and said, "It smells a little weird, is all."
Madam Pomfrey lifted it and sniffed. "It's fine, dear," she said. Hermione shrugged and grabbed a biscuit. As she munched on the piece of food, the other witch stared at her. "Dear," she finally said, making Hermione look up. "When was the last time you had sex?"
Hermione paused in her eating. What an unusual question. "Um..." she said, a little hesitant to answer.
"Oh, don't be uncomfortable," Pomfrey said. "I know you're sexually active. You're married, after all, to the rumored 'Slytherin Sex God'."
Hermione felt a little stunned, but this was the same teacher who had urged her to go on the date with Malfoy months ago. Even told her what to wear. Hermione swallowed her mouthful and said, in a low voice, though there was no one there to hear, "About four days ago."
"Did you use protection?" Pomfrey asked.
Hermione shook her head. "No," she said, following the line of questioning. "But I got my period the day after."
"Was it lighter than usual?" Madam Pomfrey asked, looking in a cupboard by Draco's bed.
Hermione nodded. "A little," she said. She paled and said, "Are you saying that-"
"Drink this, dear," Pomfrey said, handing Hermione a goblet of silver liquid.
Hermione took it and sniffed. It smelled of lavender and rosemary. She swallowed it and flinched. It may smell nice, but it tasted awful.
Pomfrey took the goblet away and watched her carefully, waiting for something. Hermione didn't feel any different for a moment, then was surrounded with warmth. The medi-witch smiled and said, "My dear girl, congratulations."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "For what," she asked.
Madam Pomfrey clapped her hands together and said, "You're pregnant!"
Hermione felt her heart falter for a moment. "What?" she asked, stunned by the information. "But that's not possible. I had my period."
"In some rare cases, woman can still have their period while pregnant, or they experience some minor bleeding at the beginning of their pregnancy," Madam Pomfrey said, still smiling. "But that potion you just took never lies. You're pregnant."
Hermione's mouth fell open as she expelled a surprised breath. Pregnant. She was pregnant. She and Draco were going to be parents. Hermione smiled and raised a hand over her mouth. They'd have a child of their own. She couldn't believe it. She laughed, tears coming to her eyes. There were no words to describe her happiness.
Madam Pomfrey touched her shoulder and said, "Now, don't stress yourself or the baby, you hear? And I know you're worried you future career. But, I know plenty of fantastic professors who have children and they love every moment of their lives."
Hermione's face dropped. She hadn't even thought of that. How was she going to have a teaching job when would have to take care of a child? She could always ask a House Elf, but, really, they weren't her slaves. Anyway, she wanted to be there to take care of her own child. Oh, well, she'd worry about that later. Nothing could dim her happiness. If only she could tell Draco.
As if he'd heard the summons, Draco started to shift on the bed. Hermione looked down at him and smiled, waiting for him to open his eyes. His eye lids fluttered for a moment, then he opened his eyes. His silver orbs looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He blinked a few times, dispelling the sleep the held onto him, before looking up at Hermione. He smiled, but, seeing the tears, frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked. His voice sounded a bit hoarse. "Where am I?"
Hermione helped him sit up, fluffing the pillows behind him for support. "I'll just be in my office, if you need anything, dears," Madam Pomfrey said. She moved past the bed and walked into the office.
"When did I get into the hospital?" Draco said.
Hermione handed him the pumpkin juice and explained as he took a drink. "You crashed into the Hufflepuff tower when you couldn't pull away quick enough. Slytherin lost. Sorry," she said.
Draco rubbed his head. "How long have I been here?" he asked.
"A few hours," Hermione said, still smiling.
Draco looked at her. "You've been here all this time?" he asked.
Hermione crawled into the bed next to him, careful not to move his arm. Draco wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "I didn't want to go back to our rooms without you," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
Draco rubbed her side and rested his chin on the top of her head. "I'm glad you're here," he said. "Waking in the hospital with no one there is a bit weird and creepy."
Hermione chuckled and bit her lip. She heard his heart beat under her ear and relaxed. It was strong and loud. Nothing was wrong with him. But the news may change that rhythmic beat. She looked up and said, "Well, while you were out, I made an interesting discovery."
Draco looked down at her and smiled. "Really?" he asked. "What might that be?"
She sat up a bit and said, "You remember a couple days ago? When we..."
"Had hot and incredible sex?" Draco provided, smirking slightly at her blush.
"Yes. That," Hermione said. "Well..." She paused, then looked him straight in the eye. "I'm pregnant."
For a ten seconds, he didn't move. Didn't blink, didn't breath, nothing. Hermione bit her lip, becoming more anxious with each moment of silence. Finally, Draco's eyes dropped to her stomach, then back up. He grinned and hugged her. "This is fantastic," he said. He pulled back and look at her stomach again. Draco met her gaze and said, "We're going to be parents." Hermione smiled with him and nodded. Draco leaned back against the pillows. He laughed. "Looks like we didn't need that fertility potion anyway," he said.
Hermione paused and bit her lip again. "Well," she said, rubbing her arm nervously. "About that..."
Draco looked at her. "You used it?" he asked.
Hermione blushed. "Well, it was that night when I surprised you. I was cleaning my teeth and then I saw it. I don't know why, but I drank it. Right out the blue." She looked at him from under her lashes. "Sorry," she said, expecting him to be angry.
Draco smiled. "Why should I be angry?" he asked. "We're going to be parents. That's what the potion was suppose to do, right?"
Hermione blinked. He wasn't angry at her sudden impulsiveness? She looked into his eyes. "Madam Pomfrey gave you some painkiller potions, didn't she?"
Draco smiled and chuckled. "Yup," he said. "I'm not feeling a thing."
Hermione smiled and giggled.
AN: So? What do you think? Like it? Hate it? Thanks for reading.