Author's note: Okey dokey my fair readers, thank you so much for your reviews. I'm so glad everyone likes it so far! I'm trying really hard to update every day (lord knows I have time!) but it's getting a tiny bit harder. I've written the last chapter of this already, but that doesn't mean a thing considering I don't know exactly what is going to happen between now and then. I really want to finish this before I go to band camp, so I won't have to put this story on hold for a week.

Vasya: Notice how her author's notes are getting longer? I think she's stalling.

I am not!

Vasya: Are too. Staller. Or should I say stalker? –shifty eyes—

Whatever, Vasya. You're just jealous.

Vasya: -scoffs- Jealous of what?

The readers talk to me, not you. -Sticks out tongue at Vasya- Now do the disclaimer.

Vasya: Fine, but you owe me for doing all these disclaimers for you. She doesn't own the story, the plot, or the characters, not the little excerpt from AFI's Miss Murder … just her mistakes.

-Sarcastic- Thanks Vasya, that was nice of you.

Vasya: -smirks- You're welcome.

By the way, sorry. I lied. This chapter has a few excerpts from songs too, as you can see. Not very much, though.

Vasya: I knew you were a liar!

-Smacks Vasya with a pillow-

Chapter Four: Alba Nera

Draco woke with a jolt, before he groaned and rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head. "Can't you lot just let me sleep anymore?" He spat.

"Drake," Riley said shaking him. "You need to get up. Hermione could call any minute!"

"I'll get up when she calls," Draco groaned. "Now just let me go back to sleep, Riley!"

"Blaise, he's not getting up!" Riley called.

"Sit on him and hold him there for a minute, then!" Blaise called back. Riley smirked, before flopping down on top of Draco.

"Good Lord Riley, lay off the ice cream will you?" Draco groaned.

"Blaise, he's insulting me now!" Riley called out childishly.

Draco suddenly breathed with relief when Riley suddenly jumped off him, but his relief didn't last long. Next thing he knew Blaise had dumped ice cold water on him, and Riley and Blaise were laughing their heads off. Draco however was furious.

"That was uncalled for!" Draco yelled as he ran to the bathroom and turned the hot water on, and jumped in with his clothes still on. "That was so cold it burned, Blaise Zabini."

Blaise laughed. "That was the point, Drake. That's what you get when you ignore us when we tell you to get up! Besides, who are you to get mad?" Blaise asked through his laughter. "You've done it to me more than once! Now hurry up and get ready. Hermione's going to call any second!"

Draco grumbled and went about getting ready. He then heard the phone ring, but ignored it. Blaise would get it even if Draco wasn't in the bathroom. Hell, Blaise would grab the phone if Draco was sitting right next to it! Draco shook his head to clear his thoughts, and opted for listening in on Blaise's conversation.

"Oh yeah, it was great!" Blaise said. "You should have seen him. I've never seen him get out of bed so fast, not counting the times we've done it before," Blaise laughed.

"Blaise, who are you talking to?" Draco called from the bathroom.

"Hermione, you idiot! I told you she'd call any time," Blaise yelled rolling his eyes. "Anyway Hermione, I'll send him to the hospital as soon as he's actually ready. You go on ahead. I don't want you to be late on his behalf," Blaise laughed.

"I heard that!" Draco shouted.

"You always do," Blaise sighed. Blaise said a quick goodbye to Hermione, before dragging a not-quite-ready Draco out of the bathroom.

"Oh come on Blaise, I'm not done fixing my hair! Besides, you told Hermione you'd take me when I was ready!" Draco growled, as he tried to make his way back to the bathroom.

"Drake, you sound like a girl," Blaise laughed. "Fix it on the way. You're already late," Blaise said grabbing his car keys and dragging Draco out to the car. "Get in, I'll even drive so you can fix your precious hair," Blaise laughed again.

"I can't believe she isn't going to St. Mungo's," Blaise said.

"Yeah I can't believe it either, considering she always spoke of being a healer at St. Mungo's," Draco laughed. "Then again, she was born in a muggle hospital. I guess it's understandable," Draco mused.

"She just has to carry out the family tradition," Blaise laughed. "Hey wait a second," Blaise said suddenly looking at Draco. "You weren't born in St. Mungo's! None of the Malfoy's were," Blaise said sounding confused.

"It's tradition to be born in Malfoy Manor," Draco said sounding disgusted. "My mother had appointments at St. Mungo's, but when it came time for me to be born the Malfoy tradition was carried out and she had me at the manor. I haven't been there since the summer before our seventh year at Hogwarts," Draco said.

"Don't you miss it?" Blaise asked.

"Miss that hell-hole? No way! Too many bad memories," Draco said.

And that was where their conversation ended, for much of the trip.

Half way there however, Draco was getting tired of the silence. He reached over and turned on the radio, and started singing along to every song he knew. Suddenly AFI's Miss Murder came on the radio, and Draco turned up the already blasting stereo.

"What is it with you and this song?" Blaise yelled over the music.

"It's a good song, Blaise! Come on, you can't tell me you don't rock out to other band's songs! Ours bore me after a few thousand times!" Draco laughed, as he waved at some screaming girls on the sidewalk.

"Oh I listen to other stuff, just not this loud! And not one song repetitively, unlike you with Miss Murder. You had this song on repeat all night after you got the cd!" Blaise shouted again shaking his head.

"Blaise, you just gotta love this song! I mean, who can not like "Hey miss murder can I, hey miss murder can I, may beauty stay if I, take my life? Oooooh" Okay never mind, I can see you not liking this stuff," Draco laughed.

Blaise rolled his eyes and quickly changed the station, much to Draco's disapproval. Draco reached over to change the station back, before another song started and a girl's voice started singing. Draco immediately froze.

"What's up, Drake?" Blaise asked curiously.

"Am I crazy or does that voice sound amazingly familiar?" Draco asked as he stared at the radio.

Blaise raised his eyebrows. "Uh Drake, you're definatly crazy. Aside form that, I don't know. I've never heard the song before."

"And that ladies and gentlemen was the world premier of Alba Nera, the brand spankin' new band that is supposed to hit the top of the charts! Let's see how long it takes 'em, shall we?" The radio announcer shouted as the song ended. "If anyone can tell me the story behind the name of this group, please call in."

"Alba Nera; definatly a new one," Blaise laughed.

"I'll bet you $50.00 that they've got some Italian blood in them," Draco laughed.

"Probably," Blaise said as he pulled into the hospital parking lot.

"Do I need to escort you to the maternity ward?" Blaise asked laughing. Draco scowled.

"No, you don't have to escort me Blaise. I can make it on my own," Draco said jumping out and running to the maternity ward. He was late enough as it was.

"Draco, you're just in time!" Hermione said when she saw him. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to come," Hermione said.

"Of course I came," Draco laughed as he kissed her cheek. "Blaise would have murdered me in my sleep if I didn't!"

"True, he probably would," Hermione laughed. "I haven't asked you yet, but would you want a boy or a girl?"

Draco paused. "You know what, I wouldn't care. I'd love to have a daughter, but I'd love to have a son as well," Draco said.

Hermione nodded. "I understand. I don't care what this baby is as long as it's healthy." Hermione looked at Draco for a moment, before continuing. "Do you want to find out what the baby is, or wait?"

Again, Draco paused. "You know," he began slowly," I think we should wait. I love suspense after all," Draco laughed.

Hermione laughed, but soon her laughter turned to screams of pain. "Hermione, what's wrong?" asked a worried Draco.

"Draco, something's wrong," Hermione said as she began to cry in pain. Hermione's doctor ran out of his office and ushered her in, telling Draco to wait outside. Moments later, the doctor ran back out, as more doctors and nurses ran in.

"Mr. Malfoy," the doctor began hurriedly, "I suggest you start making some phone calls."

"What are you talking about? What's going on?" Draco demanded.

The doctor rushed to explain everything as fast as he could, desperate to get back into the room where Hermione was.

Draco however had stopped hearing what the doctor was saying after the first sentence. He leaned against the wall, and slid to the floor. "This isn't happening," he mumbled as he called Blaise. "Blaise, get back here," Draco said as the doctor ran back into the room.

"Drake, aren't you supposed to be with Hermione? Wait, what's wrong?" Blaise said sensing the fear in Draco's voice.

"It's Hermione," Draco began. "She's going into premature labor."

Author's note:

Oh no's! Poor Hermione. So, what should happen? Should she lose the baby? Have it prematurely? Oh that would make for an unexpected twist. I just want to know what you guys I've already written the last chapter! muahaha.

Alba Nera : Black Sunrise. (It's Italian. And as we all know, Blaise is Italian. For this fic's purpose, Draco is going to have a bit of Italian in him as well.)

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