"Not all the prophecies get fulfilled Draco," she said, rolling her eyes. "There are thousands of prophecies in that Hall. Not a chance."
"He brings happiness now, media light shining from all angles, building blocks for the future are discovered, mixed emotions from all around the circle. The two feel nervous, excited, scared and ecstatic all as one, later tainted by the actions of those closest to them. They do not know the sex yet; but she feels, and she has learnt to trust her instincts, that he is a boy, a beautiful bouncing boy.
It will happen around her seventh month of carriage... it will be a surprise... She will be quite unprepared... in broad daylight... alone... he sees his opportunity, and he strikes, like a snake..."
"You think Hermione'll have a miscarriage," said Draco bluntly. It wasn't a question.
"Draco, she's pregnant five months now."
"I don't need you to tell me how long my partner's been carrying my child for," he said coldly. He put up a confident front, but inside he was scared. So scared.
"I'm just trying to look out for you," said Blaise quietly.
"I know," said Draco, and then he fled.
