Chapter Nine

Draco was sitting in his aunt's living room; Thomas was going to go out to Diagon Alley with Draco and his family today. But Bellatrix had decided that he needed a haircut; so she'd gotten a pair of scissors from the kitchen and set Thomas on a chair next to the fire. She was running her hands through his hair in an enthralled way, but at least she was still remembering to cut it.

Draco had finished flipping through Witch Weekly and The Quibbler by the time his aunt was done. And Draco had to say, it looked awful, it was uneven in places and it just looked choppy. Swallowing back his laughter, Draco stood to leave.

It was beginning to be a dull trip, Bellatrix had taken their guest to Ollivander's to get a new wand. He hadn't gone in because he'd seen the freak, Looney Lovegood, working. She looked like she got fat, but Draco didn't care. He was looking in the glass display of Quality Quidditch Supplies when he heard his aunt and Thomas going over to Gringotts. Voldemort had tracked down the Gaunt's vault key and wanted to know what was in it.

Draco sighed, he was about to go look at owl treats when he heard an annoying voice shouting "Luna!" somewhere behind him. Draco scowled, as he turned around. It was a Weasley- Draco froze, because standing next to the redhead was Hermione. While Draco was busy scowling, he almost missed what Luna had said to her. But, unfortunately for him, he hadn't; and as soon as he heard, he felt all the blood rush out of his head.

Hermione was pregnant. Draco cursed, of course she was, and it was his fault.

Hermione looked at him, "What?" she shrieked

Seamus was beginning to look uncomfortable, "Uhmm, Hermione you're pregnant, only about a week along, but you're pregnant. Luna was right."

Hermione sighed in relief, it wasn't Ron's, she thought happily. She was just about to smile when she realized what that meant. "Bloody hell," she murmured, then looked at Seamus and narrowed her eyes, "Hey," she began, "you healers have some sort of confidentiality thing right?" she asked.

Seamus shifted from foot to foot, "Yeah," he began. "but only to a certain extent, it has to be medical related."

Hermione let her smile slip on to her lips, "Great," she thought, "then you can help me. I'm studying to become an animagus," Seamus looked surprised, "I'm going to be started some advanced training next week, what's going to happen to the baby during that?"

Seamus scratched his head, "Well, for the first two trimesters the baby will transform with you, but once you start the third you won't be able to without risking the child's life." He started to turn away, but at the last moment looked back at her frowning, "Uhmm, so you're going to keep it then?" He asked.

Hermione nodded, with a confused look on her face, "Yeah, why not?"

"It's just that you don't seem to know who the father is; usually when that happens women don't want to have it." Seamus muttered awkwardly.

Draco could hardly believe his ears; and apparently Hermione felt the same way because the look on her face was priceless. It went from smiling to what-the-fuck-just-happened in mere milliseconds; and Draco had a feeling his face had looked similar, save for the smile.

Draco stood there, in Diagon Alley, for what seemed like hours; staring at where Hermione had stood. He didn't see her leave, he didn't see Bellatrix and her friend walk past him giving him a strange look, and he most certainly didn't see his parents being arrested by aurors at the end of the street. All he could see was Luna's mouth moving to form the last words he ever thought he'd heard.

He was finally jolted from his thoughts by his aunt shaking his arm; she had a frantic look on her face. "Draco," she whispered furiously, "we have to go. Now."

Pulling at his arm, Bellatrix dragged Draco down the street and ducked into Knockturn Alley and turned into a crevice. Draco found himself face to face with Thomas Gaunt (bad haircut and all), "What happened?" He asked, looking wildly from Draco to Bellatrix.

Bellatrix huffed, "Well," she started turning to Draco, "your parents have been arrested for conspiracy against the Ministry."

"You are pregnant!" Ginny squealed, pulling Hermione into a hug. Seamus had let her and Luna in after he told Hermione the good news. "See," said Ginny smiling, "Luna was right."

Hermione sighed and looked at Luna, "Yes, Luna. You were right." Hermione said, and then frowned, "But how did you know?"

Luna look at Hermione blankly, "Well," she started, "I always did exceptionally well in Divination, and ever since I got pregnant…" Luna shrugged.

Hermione looked at Luna curiously before huffing, "Huh. Okay. But there is a slight problem."

Ginny frowned, "What?"

"Seamus said I'm about a week along, which means Ron isn't the father. So I don't know who is." Hermione replied, shifting on her feet. When she looked back up, Ginny had a scheming glint in her eyes. Hermione groaned, "What are you going to do." She whined, as she stalked down the hall.

Ginny smirked, "You'll see." She said, with a smug look on her face.

While Draco had been staring at Hermione in Diagon Alley, he failed to notice the shadow lurking next the Quidditch store.

Voldemort had managed to slip away from Bellatrix when they stopped in at Eeylops Owl Emporium, so he got to see the whole thing transpire. He heard the blond bimbo tell the mudblood she was pregnant and he most certainly saw the look on Draco's face.

Voldemort smirked, so Draco knows about the mudblood being that silver wolf now. This is just getting better and better, he thought as he snuck around the shop to come out the other side. He was just about to turn back to the Owl place, when he saw some burly looking wizards push their way by a crowd of witches. Voldemort held his breath; they had no idea who he was, why would they be coming over here? he thought, as he saw them turn in his direction. He was standing in the middle of the street with nowhere to hide; Voldemort was about to disapparate, when the wizards brushed past him. He let out a sigh of relief before scolding himself for being so stupid, Lord Voldemort does not cower from anything! he thought as he frowned.

Voldemort turned to see where those stupid wizards had gone; then he spotted them. He glowered at them; they were ruffing up Lucius and that girl he married, what's-her-name. Smiling slightly, there, he thought, that should make the Ministry shut up.

Voldemort left the street to go and find that frizzy haired bitch; this was the first time Bellatrix had, knowingly, let him out of the house. Voldemort was growing furious, she'd set up wards forbidding him to leave the property. He smiled evilly, I have a wand now, I can leave. he thought, twirling it between his fingers. It wasn't as good as his old wand, but it would do; it was longer than his other one, and this one was poplar. Voldemort sighed, he wasn't getting his old wand back, he might as well get used to his new one. Stupid 16", it's too long and clumsy. It even feels too heavy, not to mention to ridiculous core. Who wants a bloody gryphon feather, when you can have a phoenix feather?