Warning: There is an M rating for a reason. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: Who You Love, John Mayer ( feat Katy Perry)
Lyric of choice: My girl she ain't the one that I saw coming. And sometimes I don't know which way to go. And I tried to run before, but I am not running anymore. Because I fought against it hard enough to know. That you love, who you love, who you love.

Charmed to You

Chapter 29
Surprise!

Draco stood in his study frowning at Niffy who was wringing her hands in front of her small quivering body.

"What do you mean she is still sleeping?"

Niffy nodded. "Just what Niffy said, young master. Young mistress is still asleep, Niffy does not wish to wake her but she will be late for work."

Draco happened to be in his study that morning, he was trying to cut back on how much time he spent in the office, so he had taken to having breakfast and then working in his study for a few hours, he vastly preferred working from home and was hopeful he could transition into spending more time here than at the office. Dean was always in the office by six anyways so Draco didn't worry if he showed up at nine. It was eight forty-five right now and he had just been about to step into the fire to head in when Niffy had suddenly shown up looking upset to wail at him that her mistress was late.

Draco nodded at the elf. "Let Dean know I am going to be late and I will go check on her."

Niffy nodded and with a pop was gone and Draco walked quickly to the bedroom his heart racing a bit.

When he walked in it was to find an empty bed and then feel his ring burn as an overwhelming feeling of nausea over took him. He stumbled a bit and said loudly.

He stumbled a bit and said loudly. "Hermione!"

She didn't reply but he could hear a small choking sound coming from the area of the loo. He rushed over shoving open the door and then watched in horror as Hermione dry heaved on the floor looking completely pitiful.

"What the-" He sank down on his knees picking her up and said loudly. "Niffy!"

The elf was there in an instant took one look at her mistress and let out a small wail. "Niffy will go and get the healer. Niffy will go-"

With a pop, she was gone and Draco was left pulling Hermione's hair out of the way as she vomited again.

He pulled out his wand to vanish it and then quickly cleaned her up. She was pale, sweaty, and shaking. When she was quiet for a moment he asked gently. "Can I take you back to bed, baby?"

She nodded letting out a small sob. "I want to brush my teeth."

Draco figured that was a reasonable request and dutifully held her as she quickly brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face. When she tried to walk to the bed however he let out a growl and swept her up carrying her there himself.

There was a pop and he looked up to see that the family healer, a man as ancient as any wizard Draco had ever met before, was standing in the room frowning.

"I understand your wife is not feeling well, young Malfoy?"

Draco nodded moving aside. Niffy was wringing her hands and trembling. Draco might have said something to comfort the poor elf except he was too busy being just as bloody worried himself. He couldn't recall ever seeing Hermione sick.

The healer looked Hermione over carefully. "Ah, yes." The man said moving his wand over her slowly.

Hermione let out a small moan and closed her eyes.

"What's wrong with her?" Draco asked unable to take his gaze away from his too pale wife.

The wizard let out a small grunt and said softly. "Well, Mr. Malfoy. Your wife appears to be suffering from morning sickness."

Draco frowned. "She's sick because it is morning?"

The old man chuckled pulling out a potion from his bag and then another combing them with a slight grin. "Oh no, unfortunately, it can happen anytime. But there is a potion; ginger you know is very helpful."

"Ginger?" Draco asked stupidly.

The healer nodded as he attempted to lift Hermione up. Draco pushed forward sitting down on the bed and taking the potion from the man.

Hermione opened her eyes blearily and took the potion without a fight. Draco frowned; it wasn't like her to be so docile. "And this will make her better?" He asked handing the empty potion vial back to the man.

The healer snorted. "Well, it will keep her from having nausea, yes. But no there is no real cure for her condition. It will simply have to run its course."

Draco was glaring at the smiling man, very close to physically hurting him.

Then there was a small shriek and he looked over to see Niffy crying, her face radiating with happiness. "Oh, young master!"

"What?" He hadn't meant to snap at the elf, but honestly what was going on?

The healer chuckled again and patted him on the shoulder. "Mrs. Malfoy is expecting, dear boy."

Draco's gaze snapped up to the healer who was smiling at him, his withered face alight with mirth. "Expecting?"

The healer nodded. "Pregnant."

Shock froze Draco in place for a moment before he turned to stare at Hermione, who didn't seem to be hearing what they were saying at all. In fact, she was sleeping again.

"Are you sure! She's asleep again. What if you are wrong?"

The healer chortled. "Well, I gave her a bit of sleeping potion, as she was agitated from becoming so sick. I will have my assistant bring over a supply of nausea potions for her to take twice a day and make sure she gets plenty of rest as well as good healthy activity. Congratulations dear boy."

Draco looked back down at Hermione again and then back at the healer. "Wait!" He said suddenly jumping up. "I mean, you're sure, she's well- pregnant?"

The man nodded. "Oh yes, ten weeks or so I would guess. You will need to schedule her to see a midwife, your mothers passed away so you will have to choose another. I would recommend Healer Goodlove myself, she's a lovely woman."

Draco nodded absent mindedly. "Yes, thank you."

The man nodded again and then headed out. "I will just inform your parents and check on your father."

Draco frowned. "Why are you checking on father?"

The healer gave him a calm smile. "He's not as young as he once was, young Malfoy."

Draco grunted and watched the healer move out of the room. The man was humming happily.

OoOooOOOoOO

Draco sank back down on the bed, staring at Hermione as a multitude of emotions moved over him. Shock of course, he hadn't expected this. Wonder at the miracle of life. Fear of becoming a parent. A trace of annoyance because he wasn't sure he had been ready to share Hermione with anyone, even his own offspring. And then finally an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and pride that was eclipsed once again by fear.

His hand settled over hers, her hands were resting on her abdomen, as if protecting the life she was nurturing within herself.

Draco sighed and rested his head on top of their joined hands. "A baby." He let that just sink in, he would need a drink, and it wasn't even gone past nine. "Niffy will you stay with her?"

The elf nodded happily and Draco rushed out feeling a bit dizzy. A baby!

OoOOooOOOoOoO

Ginny looked up as the floo activated and looked in shock at a very pale Draco Malfoy as he stepped out of her fireplace.

"Is Greg here?"

Ginny's eyes widened and she nodded pointing towards her husband's study. What on earth was that all about?

Draco left a flustered Ginny where she stood in the sitting room and slammed into Greg's study. "Goyle!"

Greg looked up and arched an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything. Draco paced for a moment in front of his desk and then said. "Hermione- she's expecting." Greg looked back at him blankly and Draco sighed. "Yeah, I probably had that look too. Pregnant, Goyle. Hermione is pregnant!"

Greg sat back in his chair considering his friend for a moment before he said. "Congratulations?"

Draco snorted. "Don't fucking congratulate me! What kind of a father am I going to be?"

Draco turned as Ginny cleared her throat from the doorway. "What kind of a father do you think Hermione will let you be?"

Goyle chuckled but quieted quickly at the glare from his wife. Draco threw himself down into a chair closing his eyes working to reign in his emotions.

Ginny asked quietly. "Did you not want to have children?"

Draco shook his head. "I didn't use to, but I didn't mind the idea when I found out that I was matched with Hermione. We haven't been trying to not have children; I just thought it would take a bit. My parents tried for years."

Ginny snorted. "And my parents had a Quidditch team."

Greg chuckled softly and Draco opened his eyes to glare at his friend. "Just wait until this is you, Goyle. I am terrified and you are laughing at me."

Ginny walked in and sat down observing him before she asked. "Why are you terrified exactly?"

Draco started to snap at her and then paused, considering her question. "I- I just wanted a little more time with Hermione before we added parenting to the mix. I am not the best husband, that doesn't bode well for me as a father, does it?"

Ginny's face changed and her smile was beautiful. "Draco Malfoy, you want to be a better husband?"

Draco looked at her wearily before he decided to swallow his pride. "Yeah, I do."

Goyle cleared his throat and said. "I think I will go track down some tea and biscuits."

Ginny waved her husband off not breaking eye contact with Draco. "All right, Malfoy. You and I are going to have a little chat."

Draco swallowed. "Should I be worried?"

Goyle was at the door where he turned back and grinned. "Definitely." He said with a smirk before shutting the door.

OoOooOooO

A half hour later Draco's head was spinning as he observed his wife's best friend as she basically put him through the ringer as well as firing off tips at him at rapid speed. Currently, they were arguing over Hermione working too much.

"I don't like how much she works, she's tired and now she is having our baby. I think she should quit."

Ginny let out a long aggravated breath. "Honestly, you're a Slytherin, think about this. Hermione is not going to want to quit her job just because she is pregnant and she won't always be so tired. Just do the best you can to make sure she isn't over doing it, stop in and make sure she eats lunch, recruit Kingsley if you need to. But if you storm back in and demand she quit she will dig her feet in just to spite you."

Draco rolled his eyes but had to admit Ginny had a good point.

"And you really are going to have to swallow your pride and stop being such an emotional recluse, Draco Malfoy."

Draco raised an eyebrow at this but then leaned back putting a hand over his face. "It scares me, how much I feel for her. I don't know what to do with this depth of emotion."

Ginny was quiet for a moment before she asked. "Do you want to be cold with your family? Do you want to be like your father?"

Draco flinched. "No."

Ginny sighed. "Draco, is it possible that your father was so cold because of being a Death Eater? I mean, he lived in fear, do you think he might have been different if circumstances hadn't been what they were?"

Draco pondered this for a moment and then sighed. "I am not sure," he said finally.

Ginny nodded and then looked away frowning. "But you want to be different, right?"

Draco nodded but felt rather hopeless. "But how do I do that? I don't have an example to base this off of."

Ginny nodded slowly and bit her lip before she shrugged and said. "Go and talk to my dad. Talk to Hermione's parents. Read books." He snorted at her and she laughed. "Well, books are good for things like this, Draco. But mostly you need to let Hermione guide you. She will know what needs to happen, and I meant it when I said she wouldn't allow you be a horrible father. We'd find your body in the back garden if you did anything awful."

Draco flinched but started to relax. "So you think there is hope?"

Ginny nodded and stood up, shocking him when she hugged him. "Draco, I think you are in love and love can change even the worst prats into wonderful men!"

OooOOooOoOOoooOoO

Hermione blinked open her eyes frowning as she took in the too bright room.

"Oh." She said raising her arm to cover her eyes.

Immediately the room darkened and she moved her arm to blink into the calm face of her mother in law who was sitting next to her bed reading a magazine.

"Hello dear, you slept the morning away. Are you hungry?"

At the mention of food Hermione had expected her stomach to revolt, but instead, she nodded. "Famished, actually," she said honestly.

Narcissa smiled. "Wonderful! That ginger potion is amazing. I wouldn't have been able to stand life without it when it was my time." Hermione sat up frowning as Narcissa floated a tray over her lap. "Full English dear, I've been keeping it warm. And drink your tea, must stay hydrated. Please don't move; I have to go get Draco."

Hermione picked up her tea and watched in astonishment as her mother in law almost skipped out of the room. What on earth was going on? Why was the woman so happy she was sick? And at that thought, Hermione groaned and started to move the tray. "Oh dammit! I had a meeting this morning!"

Draco, however, walked in and said. "Oi! Get back in that bed. Where are you going?"

Hermione tried to temper down her panic. "I had a meeting. I have to get to-"

Draco snorted and put the tray firmly back on her lap. "No, you do not. I sent an owl, it's been rescheduled."

Hermione groaned. "Oh but it was-"

Draco shook his head. "It's fine, Hermione. Kingsley gave you the day off. I told him you were exhausted, he seemed to agree with me. Told me to keep you in bed until the dark circles went away from under your eyes." Draco grinned at this and then considered her. "Hmm, still there. Eat up and then I am shoving some more of that potion down your throat when you are done, you need more sleep."

Hermione stared at him in shock. "What! You drugged me!"

He laughed. "Course not, the healer did. But he left more, so hurry up and eat so you can take another nap."

She glared at him but picked up her sausage, because really, she was starving. "I am not going back to sleep," she said after she had finished eating her sausage and picked up her bacon.

Draco smirked and sat back looking her over. "Oh yes you are."

She shook her head picking up her fork to start on her eggs. "Don't be ridiculous, Malfoy. I don't need a nap after just sleeping all morning. And I don't even take naps as it is."

Draco nodded looking smug. "You will start taking naps."

She almost dropped her egg on her chest. "What? You can't just make that demand!"

Draco gave her a true smile; even his eyes were alight with mirth. "I won't, dear wife. Our son will."

This time she didn't just drop her bite of eggs, she dropped her fork. It made a loud clatter as she stared at him in total disbelief.

"Excuse me?"

He nodded at her and leaned forward, picking her fork back up and shoving the bite of egg into her mouth.

She chewed and then swallowed and whispered. "Are you saying that I am-" She looked down at her stomach and then back up at him. "Draco? Am I?"

He nodded his eyes studying her carefully.

Hermione felt faint. She shoved at the tray and sank back against the cushioned headboard. "Oh- Oh- Oh."

"Bit of a shock is it?"

She looked up and her hands went to her tummy, which now that she felt of it was a bit rounder than it usually was.

"How pregnant?" She asked with a rush as emotions moved over her like a wave. Joy, fear, anxiety, joy, more anxiety.

Draco winced and said. "Calm down, you're making my head spin."

She took a deep breath and nodded. "But, are you sure?"

Draco sighed. "The healer was, yes. He said you are ten weeks along and that you just needed some rest but should be fine."

Hermione nodded gripping her nightgown her hands still settled over her abdomen. "I have been so tired, but-"

Draco suddenly leaned forward, his finger tilting up her chin and his face calm but his eyes anxious. "Hermione, you're pregnant, love. You have to get more rest, eat more."

She chewed on her lower lip and then nodded her eyes going wide. "A baby." She said in a rush, and now her heart filled with wonder. "Oh Draco, a baby!"

Draco chuckled and leaned forward kissing her rather tenderly. "I know, once I got over the abject fear I've been chuffed all day and mum is walking on air. My father even stopped in and conjured you a huge bouquet of roses."

Hermione followed his gaze to the silver roses in a beautiful cut green glass vase by the window. She smiled and then leaned back yawning and shaking her head. "We have to tell everyone."

Draco grimaced. "The press will have a field day. Usually, we don't announce a pregnancy in our family until it's pretty advanced. Mum had three or four miscarriages rather late, so with me they didn't even say a word. She was on bed rest for most of my pregnancy."

Hermione went pale with fright. "Oh will-"

Draco shook his head his face horrified. "No! No, Hermione, that was due to the gene thing. My father and mother are distant cousins, remember? We got tested, you will be fine."

Hermione nodded feeling relief and then anguish rush through her. "Oh your poor mother Draco, I couldn't imagine going through that and I would go absolutely batty on bed rest."

Draco snorted. "Then you better start delegating some things at work and get more rest and sunshine. The midwife stopped by while you were sleeping. The baby is doing fine, strong heartbeat, nestled good and tight and the right weight and height but she says you need more sunshine and Vitamins and Minerals. She's left a tonic you must take once a day and strict instructions that you are not to drink any tea unless it's herbal after lunch time and get plenty of rest and water."

Hermione nodded smiling at him, he sounded so serious and just a little panicked. "Yes Draco, I know. Can I see her, the midwife?"

Draco frowned. "Well, yes, she will visit you once a week."

Hermione snorted. "I only need to see her once a month until I am closer to my due date." Then she frowned as she considered that. "So, what is my due date? Did she say?"

Draco grinned. "April twentieth."

Hermione nodded but then remembered something that sent terror through her. "Draco, I had my monthly. I haven't stopped!"

Draco frowned. "I mentioned that. She said that happened sometimes and it was only three days the last month and is three weeks late now."

Hermione thought back and then groaned her hand going to cover her face which she knew was flushed with her embarrassment. "Oh, I should have realized."

Draco chuckled. "Yeah, I hadn't thought of it either truthfully. I felt a bit dense when I finally did sit down and look at the dates."

Hermione shook her head still hiding her face in her hand. "It's a bit odd you even know how long I bleed for."

Draco laughed. "You're rather annoyed by it, you know." He uncovered her face and smirked at her holding up his ring.

She hit him. "Oh, I should take that away from you!"

He just laughed and kept his hand out of her reach. "So, today you are going to stay in bed unless you are sitting out on the terrace in the sun. Niffy is over the moon and you are not to get out of bed without her or I helping you. You were very sick this morning Hermione which will leave you a bit weak."

Hermione grimaced but nodded. "Fine. I will take it easy today, but if I feel alright I am going back to work tomorrow."

Draco glared at her but when she didn't relent he finally sighed. "Fine. If you are feeling okay you can." But then he held up his 'mood' ring and said firmly. "But I will bloody know if you are NOT feeling okay and chain you to the bed if I have to."

Hermione gasped. "Draco Malfoy, take off that ring."

He smirked and stood up. "Hermione Malfoy, not a chance. I have our son to consider. You are far too stubborn to be trusted. If I burn with your utter exhaustion you can be sure that I will apparate right to you and take you straight to bed. And don't you dare let me feel your hunger or nausea."

She snorted and crossed her arms rather annoyed by his smug look but unable to find an argument at the moment that would ensure her victory in this matter.

"Why do you keep saying, son? It could be a daughter you know? And either way, the baby isn't just yours, it's ours! And it's currently in my womb. And how dare you insinuate that I would not take care of our baby!"

He grinned. "Oh, you're in a fine temper right now." He grabbed her shoulders and kissed her soundly. "But I am in far too good a mood to spar with you today, love. Try me tomorrow," and then he frowned. "I have to go to the book store and start reading up on all this. You are going to have to help m, Hermione. I have no idea what to do or how to be a good father. I want to be-" he paused and then said softly. "Different. I want to be great at this."

Hermione's annoyance melted away. "Oh Draco, how could you not be great at this? We will figure this out."

He nodded but still looked unsure. "I know we are still getting to know each other and that I have let you down, as a husband. I just wanted to let you know I am going to be working on that. I told Dean today that I would only be in the office part time from now on and you and I are going to start dating each other. I want to date you, we didn't get to do that and I want to do that before our son gets here."

Hermione nodded and felt tears well up in her eyes. "That sounds like a good plan; you have been working yourself to death if you ask me."

He gave her a hesitant smile and then stood up. "So have you, love. And that has to stop. Our son needs you to be relaxed and well rested." He walked to the door grinning at her.

She huffed but said stubbornly. "It might be a daughter."

He laughed and said loudly. "Niffy!"

The small elf was there immediately, tears still flowing down her face which was beaming in happiness. Draco smiled at the elf. "Keep her in bed, get her the tonic, and make sure she drinks all the water the midwife said she needed."

Hermione gasped in outrage, oh this man was going to drive her batty! From sweet to bossy in the blink of an eye. "Draco I am not a child!"

Draco considered her and then said calmly. "And give her more sleeping potion I think, she still has dark circles under her eyes."

Niffy was nodding away, seemingly perfectly happy to take orders and play nurse.

Hermione however was about to really lose her temper. "Draco," And her tone had caused the boy wonder to take cover before.

Draco however just grinned. "Hermione," he replied sweetly.

She was sure steam was coming out of her ears. "I want a bath, I would be happy to drink the tonic and water, I have work to do but will do it sitting in the sun, I will not be drinking any more sleeping potion, and I want to see my parents tonight so we can tell them our news."

Draco tilted his head and then nodded, and when he smiled she knew that was probably what he had wanted all along and she had let him goad her into giving him exactly all the considerations he had expected.

"Brilliant love. I will see you at five and we will go out to dinner. Dress up if you have the energy." He gave her a two fingered salute and walked out of the room.

Whistling! The bloody git was whistling as he left the room!

She huffed out an annoyed breath. "Git." She said softly and then still glaring at the door she yelled.

"And it might be a girl!"

She could hear his laughter as he walked down the hall and as soon as he was gone she jumped out of bed and rushed off to take a bath and do her hair. She was going on a date tonight and she was pregnant! This was possibly the best day ever.

Notes:

Yes, yes she was pregnant. I can't fool any of you. And while Draco has finally committed to being, 'different'. Pretty special if you ask me.