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Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my imagination and whatever else is in this story that doesn't make sense. I was inspired by another romance novel i read and J.K. Rowlings wonderful world. Enjoy!

Chapter 37

"Wrapped so Pretty"

The following day, Hermione awoke early. She had a seven o' clock appointment at Grindlewald's hospital, and she hoped to be in and out of town before she could be seen by anyone other than her doctor.

Mrs. Malfoy agreed to accompany her on her visit, and Hermione was grateful for it.

After a clear check of approval and a healthy new list of special herbal teas. She and Narcissa headed for a local Apothecary. It was barely past day break, and with a bit of luck, the two spotted the store owner entering the shop long before opening hour.

"Sir please," Narcissa pleaded with man. "I know it's early and you'll not be open for at least another hour but would you be so kind to help me and my daughter, I only wish to get her back home safely to rest. The doctor insist that she try and rest often, before the baby is born."

The storekeeper was a bit reluctant at first but gave once Hermione faked a series of dizzy spells and pretended to nearly faint.

"Thank you, thank you kindly." said Narcissa as she and Hermione were escorted inside.

The manager pulled the shades and replaced his closed sign on the front door. The two witches did their shopping quickly and successfully filled the doctor's prescription.

Petur saw them as they were leaving the Apothecary shop. "Vell hello there beautiful, You are still 'ealing I see -" Hermione stopped and gathered her bags. Petur let out a long dry whistle. He couldn't believe it even though it was starring right back in the face. Hermione looked nearly unrecognizable with her enormous belly. "My you are surely not the vay I recalled you before in the hotél."

She found herself staring into a pair of dark handsome eyes belonging to a rustic looking young man and for absolutely no reason that she could think of, her flagging spirits lifted a few notches.

"Hello... Mr. Krum, I didn't expect to see you here, what a pleasant surprise!"

" Ya beautiful tis a surprise for me as vell. And please call me Petur? Even bett`r vhy don't you call me 'Honey' and really pissing off the old man -Non!"

She laughed at the Bulgarian's boldness. He reminded so much of a wild stallion. Handsomely attractive, identical to his older brother, overly eager, full of restless energy combined with unlimited self-confidence.

"Er… Petur this is Mrs. Malfoy, Draco's mother." Hermione gesture over to Narcissa, who stood very tall and poise with her silver and black hair pulled neatly into a bun. Narcissa kindly extended her hand to the stranger in greeting. Krum face grew a violent purple for his rude behavior and gently kissed Narcissa's hand, pleading for her forgiveness; it was only in good humor, he was only joking around.

Mrs. Malfoy dismissed the incident easily, and thanked him in fact for giving Hermione a moment to smile.

"Now let me guess, you've showed up here in Grindlewald to cause Draco as much trouble a possible." said Hermione.

Petur's face went pale under the scrutiny of cold staring. "Me? vhy vould you say such a thing." he said quickly then changing the subject. "Vell I surely hope you beautiful ladies vill join me vor breakfast. I hate to eat alone."

"Well to be honest we must really be -."

"Nonsense dear," Narcissa interrupted before Hermione could finish. "Surely we could accompany Mr. -?

"Krum, Mr…Petur Krum, but please, please just call me Petur." The Bulgarian gave a handsome smile.

Narcissa responded back with a smile agreeing to do just that. "Yes, to join Petur for breakfast would be a wonderful idea, it would be rude Hermione dear to turn down such a delightful invitation." said Narcissa.

She used her wand to store away the bags carrying Hermion's herbal refills. After that, She kindly placed her hand into the young man's arm as he directed Narcissa towards his side. Petur held out an extended hand and continued to plead with Hermione until she took his other arm as well.

Narcissa waltzed beside Petur, swaying her womanly hips like a alley cat unleashed. Hermione on the otherhand was a bit apprehensive, but after a second or two she joined her mother-in-law in laughter.

"O why are we even here?" whispered Hermione once she felt she was beyond Petur's range of hearing.

"Going to breakfast, aren't you my dear….Mmmm he is devilish handsome wouldn't you agree?" Narcissa said signaling for Hermione's opinion as she whispered behind her hand. They both examined his set of young tight buns together while Petur purchased both ladies an array of freshly picked flowers for their walk.

Hermione hesitated, while studing the wizard "Well yes I suppose…What ...NO! Wait a minute, Mother you're not suppose to be -"

Narcissa shot a frisky look her dauther-in-law's way "Say's who…? Speak for yourself darling. I'll be a single woman again soon."

"Mother!" Hermione craned her neck around, hoping Petur didn't catch that, but he had and returned with their flowers and his brilliant smile.

He found it a bit odd. The way Brittan women acted all shy when it came to the subject of sex.

"Oh sweet Merlin's pants didn't you date his brother?" Hermione looked faint as she accepted her flowers, she couldn't believe she said it right in front of him, she took a deep breath.

"NO!…" she squeaked "it-it wasn't like that, we were just friend. Your brother's school was visiting and. . . .Who told you about that?"

"Mmmhhm!" hummed Narcissa feeling a bit gossipy. She laughed. The three continue along the side pavement. Hermione became curious with each ticking moment.

"No really! Who told you that?" she asked again.