Hello again! I would like to give a shoutout to Black waters white stones for their lovely review of my last chapter. It was a major ego boost for me and gave me some ideas for upcoming events in my story. Thanks! We are at a monumental place in this story, the ten chapter mark! It's a decade of chapters! I'd be much obliged if you reviewed with how many chapters you think the story should end up being, because I don't know what I should plan on.

Hermione felt a breeze. Everywhere on her body.

'What am I going to do?' She thought.

Scanning her and Draco's living room, she spotted a golden afghan draped over the edge of the tan suede couch, out of the corner of her eye. She scampered over and draped it over her nude form.

Much more comfortable with herself, she padded back into the bedroom, where Draco was lounging on the bed looking very smug. However, his face fell when he saw she had found some means of covering herself. He pouted. Hermione smirked at him, giggling at his expression.

Then, she stiffened. For they were suddenly not alone.

The Potter Residence

"Harry? Harry, love? Where are you? I need an opinion," a four month pregnant Ginny called from the second level of the lovely house in Godric's Hollow Harry and she resided in. She was wearing a nice blue dress and black heels. She was just beginning to show, and the dress accentuated this feature, making it look elegant, rather than making her look fat.

Harry called back sounding a bit stressed.

"On what? Come show me, I'm still getting dressed."

He called this from downstairs in the bathroom getting ready, because Ginny was hogging the master bath that connected to their room upstairs. They were attending a ministry event, reluctantly to say the least.

Ginny gave a little huff, but complied with her husbands request. She began making her way down the hall to the stairs. Her gait was a little strange from the pregnancy, but the three and a half inch heels were what were really causing her unsteadyness. Just as she was reaching the top of the steps, she made her fatal mistake. She took the step to get onto the first step down, and caught her heel on a run in the carpet. She lost her balance, and went tumbling over, and down the stairs.

Harry was alerted by the loud crash, and ran immediatly to find Ginny. He was worried out of his mind and thought maybe the house had been attacked. This theory was disproved however, by him arriving just in time to see her come tumbling down the last few stairs and end up in a motionless heap at the bottom. Harry rushed over to her prone body, checking her neck for a pulse, fearing for the worst. He was relieved to feel it fluttering against his finger tips, but when he pulled his hand away, he found it coated in a viscous, red substance. The source was the gash in Ginny's forehead. Harry, torn between staying with his wife and getting help, finally rushed over to their fireplace in a frenzy and flooed his head to St. Mungo's.

"Help! Help me! Send Healers as fast as you can! My pregnant wife has been knocked unconcious."

The bored looking blond witch looked surprised to say the least, as did the ragtag bunch in the waiting room. She quickly said something into the speaker on her desk and suddenly 3 wizards and a witch apparated into the room. He pulled his head out and was almost trampled by the people comeing out of his fireplace into his house. They all knelt by GInny, examining her. Then, as quickly as they had come, the levitated her body and took her to the hospital, telling Harry to follow. He did so, looking crazed with concern. He arrived through the fireplace just in time to see them take his wife into a door marked, 'Surgery'. He realized then that now all he could do was wait. And that is how he ended up in Hermione and Draco's bedroom.

Hermione gave a shriek and pulled her blanket more closely around her body, jumping backwards and landing on the bed and almost on top of Draco. She then recognized the messy haired, green eyed boy she had known for more than half her life and relaxed slightly. However, his harried appearance ruined that calm almost immediately.

"What! What is it, Harry?" She asked anxiously, forgetting about her nakedness for the time being.

Harry's eyes took in the scene before him. But apparently, the gravity of his situation greatly outweighed their's.

"I- it's Ginny. She fell." He was positively frantic, stumbling to get the words out. "Down the stairs. She's at St. Mungo's right now. They don't know if the baby will make it."

Hermione and Draco's mouths dropped open in surprise and horror. Then, Hermione found her voice.

" Oh my god, Harry! We have to get there now!" She was about to jump out of the bed, but luckily, at the last moment she remembered her current state of undress, and stopped mid leap off the bed, falling back to the mattress with a thump.

"Harry, could you leave us to get dressed for a moment? We need to hurry. You know what, just get to the hospital and we'll meet you there." Harry nodded numbly, and shuffled/ran out of the room, then into the fireplace visible from the open door of the room with a burst of green flames.

As soon as he was out of sight, Hermione leaped out from under the covers, as did Draco, both on a mission to throw on the first things they saw as quickly as possible. Hermione ended up in grey yoga pants and a black tee shirt, and Draco in jeans and a white tee. With this, they ran together, communicating silently through their telepathic bond, both solely focused on Ginny.

As they ran to the fireplace, Hermione grasped a handful of floo powder mid step and without a fumble, threw it into the fire as the took the last step into the fire that was just turning green. Draco yelled St. Mungo's, and they came out the other side of the floo into the waiting room of St. Mungo's still running. They hurried up to the front desk, where a blond receptionist was filing her nails. Hermione could not fathom how this woman could act so blase when in another room of this very building an unborn child might be dying.

"We need to see Ginny Potter." Draco said firmly, with out room for discussion. The nurse looked flustered as she looked him over, and obviously liked what she saw. She fluttered her eye lashes at him and said in a seductive voice,

"Anything for a hansome man."

Hermione growled under her breath and Draco laughed at her under his. He reached out and squeezed her hand under the counter.

"Well this handsome man and his girlfriend want to see Ginny Potter."

The woman pouted, but waved them through the door behind her, telling them to go to room 213 in the Muggle Injuries wing.

They rushed through the door and made their way with haste to the room aforementioned, the ditzy receptionist forgotten. But when they got to the room, they spotted Harry pacing outside the closed door. Hermione reached him and touched his arm, making look up. Draco growled to himself as she touched another man but him, however under the circumstances he control himself. There were much bigger matters brewing.

Hermione spoke.

"Harry, what's going on? Why can't we see Ginny?"

He replied in a heavy tone of voice.

"She's in surgery. They should know the results in a few minutes."

Just then, a mediwitch came out of the room. Harry rushed towards her.

"Well, what happened!" Is she okay? Are they okay?"

The witch replied in a solemn voice.

"Well Mr. Potter, I have good news and bad news. Which would you like first?"

"Good news, if you please."

"Alright. Your wife is fine, she will just need some bed rest for the next week. The bad news is that we were not able to fix up the baby growing in her. However, we did save his life, and he is in one of the magical incubatators we have here for the extremely premature babies. If all goes well, he will survive. We might even be able to heal her stomach and get him back in there so she could have a normal pregnancy."

Harry looked estatic, then his face fell.

"How does Ginny feel about this?"

"She just woke up from the surgery, so she is currently unaware of the situation. We thought you should tell her she isn't going to be carrying her child yourself."

Harry looked grim, but determined. With those words, he brushed past the nurse and into the room and closed the door behind him softly.

Hermione turned to Draco, and looked up into his eyes.

"I'm so glad their baby is going to be okay," she said softly. He nodded fervently.

"I agree completely, love. Ginny would have been heartbroken if it hadn't made it. As it is, she's going to be feeling pretty bad about all of this."

"I hope that she's okay," Hermione said worriedly. Just then they heard a shriek from inside the room, and they rushed inside, the idea of giving them privacy forgotten. They were met with a very strange scene. Ginny was panting, gripping onto Harry's shirt sleeve, dragging him towards herself.

"I'm not carrying him anymore? Where is he?" she cried out, looking horror struck. Harry gripped her hand.

"No, Gin, wait, there's more to it. He's fine, he's alive. They have him in a magical incubator. They are going to be able to put him back into you after they heal up your stomach."

Ginny looked extrordinarily relieved, and let go of his sleeve, causing to fall on the floor. She gave a little smile and laughed. He gave a muffled grumble, then laughed as well. Ginny then turned her gaze onto the couple standing awkwardly in the background.

"Hey 'Mione, Draco... What're you guys doing here?"

With that Hermione lost it.

"Ginny, you almost died! Of course we're here! As I believe is your entire family, from the noise I hear outside the door. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine! HARRY! Why is my entire family here!"

Harry looked at her sheepishly.

"I was worried about you!"

"Oh, Harry, you're such a worry wart."

Just then the door to the room burst open, and a mass of red hair flocked into the room, with a hysterical Molly Weasely at the head of the wave.

Hermione smiled at the entire family she loved so dearly. However, then she saw the one that she had been hoping to avoid. Ronald Weasely was being dragged through the door by his mother, looking very uncomfortable. Their eyes met and Hermione gave a scowl, as did Draco. This was going to be an interesting get together.