Chapter 9:
That night at the Burrow, Arthur stands from the table. Four of his sons and his two daughters in law look over. "This evening, I was disgusted to find that my wife and youngest child had gone behind my back to trick the boy who has done so much for this family. They tried to trap him in a loveless marriage and were proud of it. As the Head of this house, I took my case to the Minister. He granted me permission to do what I want.
In this case, I can only see one way to continue. I have been granted this evening a divorce from Molly Prewett. The Ministry now knows about you brewing love potions. I hereby cast you out of this family, along with you traitorous offspring. Please be gone by the time I leave for work in the morning. Ginerva, you are no longer a Weasley."
"All these years, Arthur." Molly cries.
"A waste of being potioned. I don't regret the boys at all, but "she" is too much like you. Trying to ensnare an honorable man is atrocious."
Back at the Inn, Draco and Hermione lay in bed, snuggling as they both read. They had just finished a long session in each other's arms. Hermione puts her book aside and shuts off her lamp. Draco pulls her close and goes back to reading while she falls asleep. His fingers graze the mark he left on her shoulder almost two weeks ago. Their wedding was planned for the Winter Solstice.
After another hour, Draco shuts off his light and wraps his arms around Hermione. His nose goes to the crook of her neck and he unconsciously sniffs. His eyes flash open, her scent has changed. He sits up and smells again nearer to her stomach. His hand reaches out and caresses her lower abdomen.
He was going to be a father. He will tell her in the morning, for now all three of them need their sleep. Draco falls asleep with his hand on her belly and a smile on his face.