Tuesday:

"So why are we here?" Ginny shouted through to Hermione.

"Why wouldn't we be here? I'm shopping!" Hermione protested.

"Because you not the type of girl to wear this sort of stuff even before you got knocked up." Ginny laughed from her position as she saw elbows and knees poke out of the curtain as Hermione struggled into her (or more appropriately out of) her clothing.

"Not you too." Hermione mumbled.

"It is a perfectly normal thing to do." She reasoned with Ginny and could practically feel her eye roll, damn her best friend for knowing her so well.

"What is the real reason we are here?" Ginny asked.

"I'm proving a point." Hermione tried to dodge the issue but as she knew it was hopeless she tried to at least delay having to talk about it.

"In a lingerie shop?" Ginny asked flicking a thong at Hermione from her position on the round waiting sofa in the middle of the changing room. "You do realise you're 5 months pregnant, don't you?"

"Why is everyone so obsessed with that?"Hermione whined studying herself in the mirrors.

"Because it is rather a big thing, you are growing a person inside of you." Ginny rocked her head back against the back of the sofa.

"That doesn't mean I can't be sexy!"

"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying I thought you'd never get out of those sweat pants and I didn't think Draco would expect you to wear lingerie." Ginny got up and strolled around to fight the boredom of waiting an age for Hermione to emerge. Hermione burst out of the dressing room in a shell pink, silk nightie with a cream lace around the bottom and lace straps.

"He doesn't." Hermione grumbled and flung herself on the sofa.

"So tell me why we are doing this?" Ginny walked back over to her friend and watched as she pouted. "Ok fine, get changed, that dress is a keeper and whatever point you have to make to your husband I'm sure it will make it. Then we will go and get some lunch and you can tell me all about it." Hermione nodded and hauled herself back up and into the dressing room. Once she was behind the curtain she looked at her tummy in the mirror again.

"I love you baby, but you sure are growing fast!" She placed a hand on her bump and smiled to herself.

Hermione pulled the nightie over her head in the bathroom as she got ready for Draco to come home. She looked at her face in the mirror and lent into the cabinet to reach for her mascara. She brushed it through her eyelashes. She was nervous; she couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror.

Draco had had the worst day at work ever. It was his job to provide any and all information he could on death eaters he knew that could lead the aurors to them. After his trial and release he needed a job and refused to work at Malfoy industries. Kingsley turned out to be his saviour. He positioned Draco in the auror office as a liaison. With his extensive knowledge of how death eaters work and individual death eaters he began to play a key role in the apprehension of them. His work in the auror department lead to his direct work with Harry and eventually his reintroduction to Hermione. Today the office was abuzz with a new lead on the potential whereabouts of an ex-death eater which meant that Draco was in high demand and it was exhausting. He walked to the front door with purpose, determined to sleep well tonight and the only way he was going to do it was to sleep with Hermione next to him.

"Hermione!" He shouted and headed for the kitchen when he heard a cupboard door shut. When he walked through the doorway he was yet again hit with bare legs. Now Hermione was only 5"4 so her legs weren't that long but to Draco they were bloody perfect. Draco watched as she reached up for something from the overhead cupboard. He was so distracted by watching the silk rise up over her arse that he forgot that she was straining.

"Shit Hermione! Let me get that, you shouldn't be reaching like that." He placed one hand on her waist and the other reached to grasp the cookies she was reaching for.

"I'm pregnant I know! Nobody lets me forget for one second that I am a whale that not even my husband finds sexy!" Hermione snatched the box from his hand and lent against the counter. Draco took a look at the front of the nightie, it must be new and if it wasn't his wife had been holding back. He took two long strides towards her and gently pressed himself against her. Hermione hummed with the familiar feeling of Draco pressed against her.

"Well whoever said that obviously couldn't see." Draco murmured wrapping his arms around her and dropping his head down to hers.

"You said that." Hermione pouted not reacting to his advancements.

"No I didn't." She gave him a narrowed look. "You know I have always thought you were the sexiest women alive. You're carrying my baby which just makes you even more amazing." Draco said kissing her neck when she finally put her arms around his neck.

"Well I am going to make you very sorry you ever said I wasn't sexy, a few nice words aren't going to change my mind yet." She went on the tips of her toes and brushed her lips against Draco's for a second but when he lent in for more she sank back on her feet. "You are in for a lot more torture." She removed herself from her husband's grip and padded out of the kitchen with her cookies.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked breathlessly.

"To bed, couldn't you tell?" Hermione asked sarcastically without turning around.