Wednesday:

"I don't know how long she will keep this up for." Draco said sipping his coffee. "I don't know how long I can last!" He had rung Blaise in a state of emergency and they had met for lunch. Draco shovelled chips into his mouth (Hermione wasn't a fan of chips so Draco indulged whenever he was eating with another person) and waited for pearls of wisdom from his Italian friend.

"So, what exactly did you say to her?" Blaise asked. Draco was astounded and his shock evidently was written on his face when Blaise didn't give the answer he was hoping for. "Draco I've known you since we were in nappies and Hermione since we were 13, I know she would only be doing this because of something you, foolishly, said to her." Blaise had know the couple to fight (it was part of their attraction to each other, not that he understood it) but he had never seen Hermione to seek revenge against Draco. Draco only kept up his composure of wounded for only a second more.

"Ok, I may have... said something... about her sleepwear not being sexy." Draco shoved more chipped him his mouth so his answer would sound slightly muffled but Blaise understood him just fine and sucked in breath.

"Well you have no one to blame but yourself! I'm surprised she didn't rip off a certain thing of yours instead." Blaise cast an overly obvious glance down to Draco's crotch and he shifted.

"I didn't mean it! I just meant that obviously she looks different now she's pregnant and I know she won't wear what she used to, not that I didn't find her sexy anymore! Of course I do, have you seen her?" Blaise gave him a knowing look and made an obscene gesture to indicate Hermione's breasts. Draco punched him in the shoulder. The chips now lay getting cold between them as their discussion of Draco's wife continued.

"Look Draco, she's pregnant! You can't make any indication that she isn't sexy! She's growing a person inside her." Blaise stopped for a second and scrunched up his nose. "Ok, weird thought but besides that you need to let her do this and, I don't know how, prove that she is sexy. Because believe me, I've walked in on you two enough times to know that by the way you two go at it, you obviously do think she's sexy." Blaise chuckled when Draco put his head in his hands.

"You talk about this like you know at all how to speak to pregnant women, when I'm pretty sure you haven't had too much experience in that area." Draco mumbled through his and after a moment of not hearing a reply from Blaise he flashed his eyes up to see Blaise with raised eyebrows and a smirk plastered across his face. "Ewwwwww, Blaise that's gross." His friend shrugged his shoulders. "I don't discriminate on who receives me affections." Draco made a retching sound at any reference to Blaise's bachelor years. "I'm joking Draco, Pansy and I, we're going to have a baby." Blaise's face lit up in a smile that could power a small city. Draco patted his friend on the back.

"That amazing Blaise, I'm thrilled for you!"

"Thanks mate! Yeah, we've only just been allowed to tell people so I've been dying to tell you." They continued to talk about it for a few minutes before Blaise directed it back to Draco's problem again.

"Don't worry mate, you'll make up. You too can't keep your hands off each other for that long and I know Hermione can't resist your...charms for that much longer." Blaise winked and Draco sent him a wary look. Blaise laughed at his long time friend as Draco thumped his head onto the restaurants table.

When Draco entered his house that evening he was determined to end this. He wanted to show her that he found her as sexy as hell.

"You can do this." Draco mumbled to himself as he straightened his waistcoat. He turned around to lock the front door repeating the line over and over.

"Draco?" Draco froze at the sound of his wife's voice; scared of what he would see when he turned around.

"Honey, why are you talking to yourself?" Draco rested his head against the door for a second gathering his confidence to face his wife. Any word that Draco had been planning to say flew out off his tongue at the sight of his wife. At his stare Hermione glanced down at herself.

"Sorry about my attire," Draco wondered how on earth she made the word 'attire' sound so sexy. "You just caught me going to bed; I didn't have any time to do any washing today so I had to grab one of your shirts." Draco didn't register anything she was saying as he stared. She stood in one of his blue shirts. The buttons were done up over her bump and she teased him with a glimpse of the breasts Blaise had been referring to earlier. Draco couldn't find the words he had been practicing and Hermione was satisfied with his silence.

"Not only does carrying your child stop me from being sexy, it makes me incredibly tired so I will be turning in early." She turned around and Draco got a good enough view of her arse to know she wasn't wearing underwear. He never realised how sexy Hermione looked bare foot, her hair was half pulled up and the other half cascaded down her back. He finally gained his motion and took steps towards her.

"Oh, don't follow me." Hermione said in a serious tone. "Now that I am so very pregnant there isn't room for you in the same bed as me." She gave a smug look over her shoulder and waltzed off to the spare bedroom. Draco followed behind her but by the time he got to the door it was already locked and he could hear the bed sheets rustle. Draco rested his forehead against the wood until he heard her stillness and deep breathing. He then proceeded to tramp back to their bedroom and remove his suit. He collapsed into bed begging that he could prove it soon.