"I'm sure it was something I ate." Luna reached for him, but he continued to back away.
"No." he shook his head again. "You haven't had your period since we've been together."
"Oh." Her eyes and mouth went round as she realized he was right.
He crossed over to the wardrobe, pulling out clothes. "Get dressed. We'll go to St Mungos."
"Now?" she asked.
"Now." he confirmed.
They flooed to the hospital, where the mediwitches on the obstetrics unit were openly shocked to see Draco.
Once she was checked in, Draco paced the room twice before telling her he was going to get a cup of coffee.
Luna had never known Draco Malfoy to drink coffee, ever.
He returned half an hour later.
"Has the healer been in yet?" he growled.
"Yes." she nodded. "She went to get some information for me."
"You are?" he sighed.
"I'm pregnant." she placed a hand on her belly.
He punched the wall hard enough to dent the plaster.
"Get rid of it." he hissed.
"No." she replied calmly.
He shoved both hands through his hair and paced the length of the room again before turning to her.
"Luna, I love you, but don't put me through this."
"That's the first time you've told me that you love me." she smiled sadly.
"If you love me, don't ask me to sit around and wait for another child to die." he looked at the wall above her head.
"Draco, everything is fine." she tried to reassure him. "The healer says everything looks good and there's no reason ... "
"They told Astoria that too!" he cried. "They told her that, and they were wrong. Every time."
"Draco." she stood and walked over to him, reaching out her arms.
"Don't." his voice was low and dangerous.
She dropped her arms, and stood there looking at him.
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Luna. If you get rid of it, fine. If not, I want you to move out. I can't go through this again."
He turned and walked away.
Her things were gone when he got home from work. She had left a note on the table.
Draco,
There's something else I need to tell you about the pregnancy.
I love you.
Luna
He hastily flipped the parchment over, scrawled a note on the back, and whistled for his owl. The bird came on cue. Something else he could thank Luna for, because he probably would have let it starve if it had been left up to Draco.
He sent the owl off to her father's house, wondering if the man would come after him when Luna told her father of Draco's response. He really didn't care, other than to think that if Xeno killed him and went to Azkaban, Luna would be alone.
Three days later, Draco was sitting on his bed when he heard the floo activate downstairs.
"Malfoy!" shouted a voice that Draco would just as soon not hear.
He sighed and yelled back "Upstairs." because he would rather not have an auror destroy his house looking for him. The footsteps crossed the sitting room and slowly climbed the stairs, pausing at the doorway.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" Draco drawled, not even looking in that direction.
"Your secretary reported you missing." Potter replied. "Apparently you haven't shown up for work or answered owls or floo calls in two days."
"I didn't want to talk to anyone." Draco sighed. "Is that illegal?"
"No, but it does worry people, and then the auror office gets a call to come over here and see if you're dead." Harry answered.
Draco could hear Potter's eye roll.
"And you drew the short straw this time, to come see if I'd finally done it?" Draco finally looked at him, sad resignation in his voice.
"I was in the office when the call came in." Potter shrugged.
"Where's your partner?" Draco asked. "Don't they usually send two when there might be a dead body to find?"
"We're short handed again." Harry said softly.
"So Weasley and Longbottom are out on some important mission and you're left minding the Ministry?" Draco shook his head. "How far the mighty have fallen."
"Ron and Neville both left the auror department." Potter folded his arms. "Ron's gone to work with his brother in the joke shop, and Neville took the Herbology professorship at Hogwarts."
"Sprout retired?" Draco raised one eyebrow. "That's surprising. She's somewhat young to retire."
"Her father is not doing well. She's going to help him out." Potter frowned slightly, as if unsure about the conversation.
"Oh." was Draco's response.
"Where's Luna?" Potter asked somewhat suspiciously.
"Gone." Draco dropped his head, looking toward the floor.
"As in for good?" Potter's voice was a tick higher in his surprise.
"Probably." Draco sighed.
"I'm sorry." Potter said softly.
"Don't." Draco snorted. "You'll be back over here to hex me when you find out why."
"Did you do something to her?" Potter barked out sharply.
"Not intentionally." Draco rested his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands.
"But you did do something to her?" Potter persisted.
Draco blew out a long breath and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "I haven't done anything illegal. I was just my usual heartless, toerag self. If anything is surprising, it should be the fact I managed to keep her around as long as I did."
"Malfoy ... " Potter began.
"Just shut it, Potter!" he looked up suddenly. "I don't want to talk about my feelings like some little bloody Hufflepuff. Go tell your boss I still don't have the balls to take myself out, and tell my secretary I'll be in when I damn well feel like it. She can't fire me. I own the company."
"Malfoy, you need help." Potter said softly.
"I don't want any." Draco shook his head.
Potter had left surprisingly quietly.
Draco realized why several hours later when his floo engaged again.
"Draco!" shouted a female voice nearly on the verge of panic.
He sighed and made his way downstairs, where his mother was lighting the sconces and dusting the furniture. If she thought the place was a mess now, wait a few more days. At least Luna had cleaned in the past week.
"Mother." he tried to keep the irritability out of his voice. Tried. "I thought you were in Thailand."
"I was." she looked him over from head to toe.
"Potter called you." it came out as a statement rather than a question.
"Of course he did." Narcissa waved a hand. "Why do you think I contribute generously to the Auror Widows Fund every year?"
Draco dropped onto the loveseat, staring at the fire his mother had started in the grate.
"Potter told me that Luna is gone." Narcissa perched gracefully on the chair at right angle to her son.
"Yeah." he agreed, studying his knuckles.
"I'm sure that if you call her and apologize, she'll come back." she again waved dismissively.
"I threw her out." he informed her with a sigh.
"You did what?" his mother's voice raised slightly. "Draco, why would you do such a thing? She's good for you. She's the only person who's been able to get through to you since ... the tragedy."
He wrapped his arms around his waist and stared at the floor just beyond his feet, seeming to fold in on himself. "She's pregnant." he said so softly Narcissa almost didn't hear him.
"You can't be serious." his mother sat down beside him. "I never would have dreamed she would cheat on you."
"She didn't." he murmured.
"It's your child?" her voice almost squeaked.
He nodded.
"Draco, that's wonderful, sweetheart. You have another chance to have a family ... "
"It's not wonderful!" he shouted, startling her. "I can't go through this again! I can't spend the next however many months waiting for her to lose another baby!"
"What if the problem was with Astoria?" she suggested. "You and Luna could have a healthy baby. You won't know unless you try."
"And if the problem was with me?" he huffed. "We'll find out when she's rushed to St Mungos. I can't take the chance. I told her to get rid of it and she refused, so I told her to leave."
"Oh, Draco." she put her arm around him. "I know you've been through so much, but you can't stop living because you might get hurt again."
"But there are only so many times you can get your heart broken before there's nothing left of it." he said sadly.