The past nine months had flown by. If anybody a year ago had told Hermione that she would have gotten Draco back, divorced Ron and been 9 months pregnant she would have laughed at their face and then taken them to St. Mungo's to be admitted. It was no lie though, she was pregnant with Draco Malfoy's baby, and it was due any day now.

To make everything more special it was her birthday. Because she wasn't feeling up to going out for dinner Draco had arranged to have a candle lit dinner made and served to them in their dining room. Draco had gone off to work in the morning but before he left he had written a short note telling Hermione to dress up. Well that was the last thing she felt like doing, the state that she was in but because Draco wanted her to she obliged.

At 8:00 she was all ready to go. The note had also said to stay away from the dining room so Hermione had sat down on the bottom steps to wait for Draco to return home.

Draco apparated into the house and Hermione saw with delight that he still looked really good all dressed up. It was the first time in a long time that she had seen him in dress robes. The last time being at a Ministry Christmas Party probably 5 years before and even then it had only been from across the ballroom.

In his hand he held a single red rose which he gracefully presented to her. Offering his arm to her they walked into the dining room. Hermione gasped in shock. Little lights had been strung up all around the massive room and candles were scattered across the table with bouquets of red and white roses in between. The lights were off, so the only light was a romantic flickering. At the end of the table were two place settings of silver and crystal.

"It's…breathtaking," she whispered, "You did this, for me?" Ron had never done anything half as romantic. His idea of a romantic night was going out for a butterbeer.

"I thought you'd say that and yes, for you. Because you deserve to be treated like this."

She tried to embrace him but it didn't work so well with her swollen abdomen in between them. Instead she had to give him a sort of side hug which caused them both to fall into a fit of laughter, "You think you're carrying triplets?" he asked. It may have seemed like a rude question, commenting on a person's weight to anybody that was listening in, but it had been their ongoing joke for the past 4 months.

"I seriously hope not. I don't understand though, I was nowhere near this big with Hugo or Rose. With Rose I barely showed at all."

It didn't seem like a good idea to mention to her that she was no longer in her twenties.

"Oh well, I feel like a fat cow but it's not for much longer."

Draco led her to her seat and pulled out the chair for her. Once she sat down he proceeded to his own chair. Right away a waiter waltzed in with a pitcher of pumpkin juice. Carefully he poured them each a goblet.

"You never drink pumpkin juice," she pondered.

"Well you can't have anything stronger tonight so I though I'd be nice and not either."

"Well thank you."

Another waiter came in and placed a basket of bread down between them and two salads. Hermione hungrily dipped her fork into the green leafs and started to eat. She had her salad devoured in mere minutes and started on the warm fresh bread.

"You really are amazing," she said.

"And you think I don't already know that," he reached out for her hand and gave it a squeeze, "You know what would be really amazing?"

"What?"

"If the baby was born on your birthday."

"That would be nice except its 8:30 and I could only wish labor only lasted 3 hours," she exclaimed.

"Well it could happen," he defended.

"Yeah I was in labor with Rose for 25 hours, 25! With Hugo they said it would be less because he was my second child but it lasted 26 hours."

Draco grimaced, probably thinking of the sleepless hours that were quickly approaching and wondering what he had gotten himself into.

The entrée of grilled fish and vegetables was served and they fell back into silence. It didn't last long though because Draco again brought up the subject that they had been puzzling over since they had learned that she was pregnant, "Do you think it's a girl or a boy?"

They quite often had made a case for what sex they thought it would be. Never actually asking what the other wanted. Tonight would change that.

"What do you want it to be?" Hermione asked.

"A girl," Draco said quickly.

"Really?" she was shocked, never saw it coming, "I never thought…"

"Everyone does," he shrugs, "I guess I've always wanted somebody to be Daddy's Little Girl. Well what do you want?"

"A boy."

He too was shocked. He had always though that women wanted daughters to be like them. Shows what he knew, "Why?"

"Have you seen Rose? I do not want to deal with another teenage girl and raging hormones. It's bad enough having to deal with my own messed up life."

"And teenage boy's don't have hormones?" he question, lifting one eyebrow as only he could do.

"Well yes but they go shag somebody and are done with it. There's no, oh he broke my heart, I thought it meant something, boo-hoo what am I going to do with boys."

"I love how you put yourself down and don't even realize," he laughed.

"That's not what I meant," she playfully slapped at him.

"Oh really? You're telling me that you never went oh he broke my heart, or cried…?"

"Well sure but…"

"Over me?"

She blushed and turned away.

"Ah ha, you have?" he whooped.

"So what if I have?"

He never got to answer because dessert was served and it was fudge brownie with whipped cream and raspberry syrup on top. Hermione moaned in ecstasy as she saw it being placed in front of her, "You really know how to treat a girl."

"I've heard."

They both dug into the gooey goodness.

"You can't say girls are better than boys or vice versa because you've only had a son. I've seen what both are like," she concluded with a smirk. Hermione 1, Draco 0.

After their dishes had been cleared away Draco reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a small wrapped box.

"Happy Birthday Hermione," he said, "By the way how old did you say you were?"

She laughed, "I'll never tell. I will give you a hint, 1 year older than you."

"Well I don't know how old I am so that doesn't help."

"So what's in the box?" she questioned, "You already got me a present this morning."

He handed it to her and said, "See for yourself."

She quickly tore at the paper and came across a blue velvet box which she slowly opened and gasped, "Oh Draco."

"Hermione, I know you've said no before but I want you to reconsider. Will you marry me?"

A look of terror crossed her face and she faltered, "Draco, I…"

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a/n What does she say? What do you guys think she says? Please review. There won't be an update for a few days because I'm going away but after that I have two weeks off for spring break so you should expect a few updates then. Sadly this story is nearing its end. Maybe only 1 chapter and an epilogue left.