"DRACO! Shit!"
Draco didn't bother to look up at your request. The sound of his quill scratching didn't cease until he heard your footsteps thundering through the apartment.
"DRACO!"
"What is it dear?" he asked wearily, tone dripping sarcasm.
"DRACO, COME HERE NOW!"
"What is it?"
"HOLY FUCK DRACO, JUST GET HERE NOW."
Must be her time of the month, thought Draco sourly as he left his office and followed your shrieks.
"WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG?"
He groaned loudly, making no effort to hide his irritation. He finally entered the room, bracing for the explosion.
"Hermione, what is it?"
Your back was to him, but he could see your chest heaving.
"Oh God, you're not crying are you?"
You turned around, and oh shit, she is crying, what did I do, fuck –
Your whole body was shaking as you clutched your wand tightly in your fist. Little sparks shot out of the end of your wand, making Draco jump. Now he was concerned. He approached you, the way you would approach a wounded animal, and touched your arm gently. The contact seemed to make you deflate a bit.
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
You smiled and took a deep breath. "Draco, I'm pregnant."
