Marriage Laws
A/N: This is always done,I know. But give this a try (:
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Chapter Eleven: Time and Terror
Hermione sat in her apartment one evening in late January. Things with Draco had been well, better than well even! They weren't officially in a 'relationship'. Since their technical marriage they had engaged in romantic encounters five times, two of which ended in sexual encounters. One was the wedding and the other was a sensual dance club. Since then they usually retired to each others company right after dinner. Sometimes Hermione cooked, she was rather good.
Tonight, however, was their one month since their marriage anniversary, or at least that's what Draco had dubbed it. So he was taking Hermione out. She hoped to the french restaurant, which is what she had a taste for. He had asked her to dress semi-formally again, and left a dress. Hermione picked up the garment bag and her toiletries bag. She grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom. The tub was filled with steamy, bubbly water. She hung the bag up and shed her clothes. Hermione wretched open her toiletries bag and began to take everything out, looking for a new package of razors. Of course, they were at the very bottom. Along with something else!
"Tampons." murmured Hermione, absently pushing them aside and pulling out the razors. She waved her wand and everything was put back. Hermione settled herself into the bath and sunk her head underneath the water. Suddenly she shot up. "TAMPONS!"
Hermione realized her period was late, by at least two weeks! She hadn't realized it, being as her tampons were buried. Usually they reminded her of her period, because usually she kept them under the sink with all of the other girls feminine products. But here she preferred to keep them away from Draco, as it was still a bit embarrassing. But now her mind was directed towards a different subject, the one about her late period. It was then other things came to her mind. She had been incredibly fatigued lately, and was urinating damn near frequently. Yesterday morning she had thrown up. Come to think of it, she had this morning too! Hermione passed it off though, saying it was a bug. She felt better after wards though.
"Is it possible?" whispered Hermione aloud. She got out of the tub and toweled herself off. Hermione quickly pulled on a robe and strode into their bedroom. On the wall was a large bookshelf. She pulled out a book that Ginny had given her for Christmas. Spells and Potions Every Witch Needs to Know.
She flipped through it and came to a chapters entitled Pregnancy. With a deep breath she came upon a test potion. It was a simple one, one she could procure easily. Hermione pulled out her travel cauldron and gathered up the ingredients. The potion was so simple, it could be created within the hour.
Hermione sat, dressed and dolled, in front of the boiling cauldron. Hermione turned off the flame and it settled. She read the final passage carefully. According to it, she needed to set a lock of her hair into the potion. She plucked one out and set it in it. Using the spoon she stirred it in. It would turn pink for yes and blue for no. However, it took a full five minutes to figure it out, similar to a muggle pregnancy test.
Hermione used the time to tidy things up. She was nervous, that much was obvious. The clock chimed seven, signaling the potions completion and Draco's waiting. She darted into the room and peered into the potion.
"Rose." whispered Hermione, referring to the color. She hastily waved her wand, clearing the potion. Hermione practically sprinted from the house, because she was about fifteen minutes late now. Draco was waiting patiently.
"You know, it's a good thing McGonagall gives us a window for the apparition thing." laughed Draco. Hermione gave a small smile. He held her hand as they disappeared. The appeared in front of:
"Le Soleil Magique!" shrieked Hermione. She turned to Draco and hugged him tightly. Draco smiled.
"I know it's your favorite." The blonde haired man blushed. Hermione took his hand in hers as they entered. They were seated in the back corner table. A waiter came by and asked for their drink orders.
"Water please, with lemon." ordered Hermione. She always ordered that. Draco waved her off and ordered a bottle of wine. Hermione's insides squirmed as she thought of the upcoming confession. Would he be happy? Sad? Confused? Things have been going so well!
"'Ere you go." smiled the waiter, giving their drinks. He asked if they were ready to order, they were. Hermione got the exact same thing she'd gotten last time. Once he left, Draco poured them both glasses of wine. The burgundy liquid shifted as Hermione picked it up.
"I propose a toast." grinned Draco, lifting his glass up.
"To?" asked Hermione, smiling. She lifted her glass up anyway.
"To surviving this past month." Draco smirked as he clinked his glass to hers. He brought it to his lips and took a hearty gulp. Hermione merely swished the liquid around in her glass.
"Mia, is something wrong with it?" inquired Draco. Hermione smiled softly and shook her head.
"Of course not. I just...I don't want to drink." Hermione chickened out, she did. She wanted to tell him, truly. But it was going so nicely...
"Harry? Harry? Harry!" called Hermione, lightly rapping on his and Ginny's apartment door. It was a warm, Saturday afternoon in early February. Exactly one week since she found out about her pregnancy. Exactly one week she had been avoiding Draco. He was upset, she could tell. Which is why she needed to confide in Harry.
He opened the door, bleary eyed. Ginny was sleeping on the couch in the back ground.
"Geez, it's nearly two o'clock! Why do you look so tired?" asked Hermione worriedly. She bustled into the apartment, right at home.
"Gin's been having back pains and we hardly slept a wink last night!" sighed Harry. Hermione quirked an eyebrow. He blushed. "We hardly slept a wink last night because of the back pains."
Hermione smiled as she walked into the kitchen, Harry following her. She pulled a kettle out and began to boil the water for tea.
"Look, the reason I'm here is because I need to talk to you." said Hermione, pouring them each cups of coffee. She cast the silencing charm, as not to wake Ginny.
"I assumed so. Is everything between Draco and you...okay?"
Hermione cast her eyes downward. "It was...is...well, until I found out I was pregnant..."
Harry choked on his tea and his eyes bugged. "He didn't take too kindly to it?"
"Well, I don't know. Because, I haven't exactly...told him." Hermione took sudden interest in her cold tea.
"Hermione..." His tone was that of a scolding parent.
"Look! Draco and I have been doing so well. I actually...am beginning to kind of like him. But when I found out that I was pregnant I flipped! Because, honestly, I had no idea how to tell him. I planned on telling him outright but I chickened out! He bought a bottle of wine, so I decided to tell him through that. How you can't drink when you're pregnant. I dropped a few hints but he was completely oblivious so I dropped it!" Hermione rambled and Harry listened.
"Mione, calm down. Draco will have to love it, and you. You're going to give him a child, which was inevitable. He knew that you too would need to have a child within a year." reasoned Harry. A smile lit up Hermione's face.
"You're right! Yeah, you are!" gasped Hermione. She jumped up and set her tea in the sink.
"Where are you going?" asked Harry as he followed her to the door.
"To prepare a giant surprise for Draco. I'm thinking baby themed?" laughed Hermione. Harry stared at the retreating figure of his best friend, a smile on his face.
Hermione heard the door open and close. She sucked in a huge breath of air. Draco walked into the kitchen, dressed in slacks and a white button down. He looked gorgeous, true.
"Hello Mia. You look lovely this evening." greeted Draco, kissing her cheek lightly. Hermione was wearing a black shift dress and had a headband on with a big black bow.
"It smells fantastic!" exclaimed Draco, pulling out a bottle of Pumpkin Juice and pouring themselves each a glass. He set them down in front of the already set table. Hermione pulled something out of the oven.
"What's that?" inquired Draco, his nose scrunching up.
"Baby back ribs. Baby shrimp. Baby corn." stressed Hermione. She put a little of each on their plates and stared at him.
"What's with all the baby stuff?" laughed Draco. Hermione's eyebrows rose.
"It's me trying to be subtle...Draco, can you take a guess?"
"Finger foods?" joked Draco. Hermione's face darkened.
"God, can you be serious? I'm trying to tell you that we're having a baby and-" Hermione stopped short and clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god. I did not mean to-"
"Mia...a baby?" whispered Draco his eyes widening. Hermione nodded slowly.
"That's why everything was baby." whispered Hermione.
"A baby." repeated Draco. "A baby...a baby. A baby! A baby! We're having a baby!"
Before anything registered within them, Draco pulled her towards his and kissed her. Hermione responded enthusiastically. Neither of them knew what was happening until they pulled away, blushing.
"Mia...a baby." A beam lit up his face.
"A baby." Hermione smiled widely. Draco held her hand tightly, both silently musing.
A/N: So they found out some big news! Yayyy! Reviews love (: