Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing. The great J.K. Rowling does. If I owned Harry Potter, I would not be the poor little college student that I am. And I would take Draco out for a little spin if you know what I mean.

Sorry it took so long guys, but you know the deal.

Chapter 18

Hermione woke up the next morning and headed straight for the bathroom. This had become her ritual since she was 3 months pregnant. But today, she was going to find out whether she was having a boy or a girl. She really wanted a little girl that had Draco's hair, her eyes, his athletic ability and her smarts. She was positively ecstatic. She woke the girls up and made them get dressed and leave. Her appointment with Madame Pomphrey was in an hour. Draco had better be there. I just hope that he didn't get too drunk last night. She sighed and got dressed.

Meanwhile Draco was still in bed, but he wasn't alone. After he caught his mother and Snape, he went back to his room and passed out. Pansy had been there waiting for him in his closet. After she knew he was asleep, she crawled into bed with him and started working her magic. Draco was so deep in his sleep that he didn't realize that this wasn't Hermione that he was messing with. Draco woke up in the morning and looked to see who was in the bed with him. He was so mad that he had had an affair with Pansy of all people.

"Pansy, get your stank ass out of my bed this very instant.'

'But Drakie, why? I thought that we had fun last night."

"The only reason that we did that was because I thought that you were Hermione."

"I love you Draco, more than that fucking mudblood will ever love you."

"I thought that you might have learned your lesson before now for calling her a mudblood. She isn't. And all I have to do is say two little words and you will never remember anything. In fact, I won't have to do it. Her father will."

Pansy was about to say something but quickly shut her mouth. She knew all too well about the Dark Lord's wrath. After the first time that she had called Hermione a mudblood, he sent for her and preformed Crucio on her over and over again until she was left unconscious. She knew that this time would be worse if she was called again. She might even end up dead like her father was. Michael Parkinson was an extremely loyal death eater, but he screwed up one mission and the Dark Lord had killed him for it. She was only a year old. She never got to know her father.

"I'm sorry Draco. Just don't tell anyone about this. Please."

"No, I will tell the Dark Lord and you will face the punishment. That's how it goes. Unless, I obliviate your memory. But that is letting you off easy. And you know that I can't do that. I'm his son-in-law. I have to make him think that I'm worthy of his daughter." He turned on his heel and left. Merlin, why does she have to be such a bitch? I don't know why I was ever with her to begin with. Sure she was a great shag but other than that, she's nothing but a wench. I can't wait to be rid of her. Or Weaselby either. One false move and he's dead. That would be so great.

He spoke the password to enter his dorm. He found his wife waiting there for him.

"Draco, where have you been? My appointment with Madame Pomphrey is in half an hour and I would like to be there a little early if you don't mind."

"Fine Mi, whatever." He walked towards the portrait. Hermione asked "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Pansy was just being Pansy again this morning. Irritating me to no end. I hate the stupid bitch."

"Well, I hate her too, but that's no reason for you to be rude to me."

"I'm sorry, Mi. I know I shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on you. But I think I will inform your father about this and put it under his discretion. We have to keep up the pretense that we're still going to follow him. And this will prove it."

"I don't want my father involved in out petty squabbles."

"This isn't petty. She threatening your life. I can't let that go. You mean everything to me and I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you either. So I guess that you're right in taking this matter to my father."

They had just arrived at the infirmary when they decided to finish this conversation later.

"Good morning Draco and Hermione. Hermione, dear, how are you feeling?"

"I've been better."

"I remember when I was pregnant with my son. It was the worst and best time of my life."

"I didn't know you had a son Madame Pomphrey."

"Yes, dear, years ago. He was killed by He Who Must Not Be Named." She started crying.

"I'm sorry for bringing up such a terrible time in your life."

"Well, my child, we might as well get on with your exam. Draco, will you be joining her?"

"Yes, I will."

They went into her office and Madame Pomphrey muttered some spells to check Hermione's overall condition. "Hermione, you are as fit as a fiddle. Now did you want to know today whether it is a boy or a girl?"

"Yes." They said at the same time.

"Well, then, I just have to prepare a potion and we will be all set." She walked over to her potions cabinet and got out several ingredients. After about 15 minutes, she walked over to Hermione and told her to drink up. "If your stomach turns blue than you are having a boy and if it turns pink, you are having a girl. It's as simple as that."

She took the potion and automatically her stomach turned blue. Draco face lit up when he saw this. I'm going to have a son. Hopefully he has all of my good looks and his mother's brains and my charm and her sense of adventure. I'm going to teach him all I know about Quidditch and how to do spells and I'm going to make sure that he is at the top of his class every year that he's here.

Hermione wasn't as thrilled as Draco but almost. She still wanted a little girl though. Just then her stomach turned pink.

"My my, this is quite unusual. I see that you two have twins."

Sorry guys. Kind of a cliffy. Hope you won't kill me for this. I promise to update ASAP.