AN1: I'm bored. What do you expect me to do, my homework? Pff, heck no! Haha.

Disclaimer: ...let me count the ways...that I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!

Dedicated to: My friend's well-being (you know who you are!) and also to ObsessionsGoTooFar for being the fourth reviewer and making this a happy chapter! Enjoy the happiness while it lasts...

NOTE: I am my own worst critic, but in my opinion, this was pretty damn clever if I do say so myself!

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The sun peeked through the halfway closed curtains as it began to rise. Its unwanted rays shined brightly in Hermione Malfoy's face. She groaned and turned on her left side. Grumbling and cursing the sun, she opened her eyes and came face-to-face with her husband staring at her with excitement evident in his eyes.

"Wake up! It's Christmas!"

Hermione made a sound of disgust and rolled back to face the sun; it was better than her husband's insane morning persona.

"Please, wake up! How can you be sleeping?"

"Easy," she moaned. "It's not even seven am, that's how."

Draco poked her in the side. "Please, wake up! Tomorrow I'll let you sleep in and I promise not to bother you." Sighing regretfully, Hermione sat up and yawned.

"Okay, let's go, before I change my mind." She acquiesced. Draco bounded out of their bed and all but ran down the stairs. Malfoys never run, they walk at a brisk pace. As soon as he left the room, Hermione collapsed back down on the bed and tried to go back to sleep. No sooner had she closed her eyes when she felt a strong pair of hands scoop her up and carry her downstairs.

"I knew you would try to go back to sleep." She just mumbled incoherently at him. As much as she loved him, she could do without his ability to function so cheerfully in the morning. Hermione couldn't be active until she'd had her shower and cup of coffee. Yes, she loved Christmas as much as the next person, but at six am, no holiday was enjoyable except for daylight savings time...when you were sleeping! You could say that Hermione enjoyed sleeping. Nobody in their right mind would argue with that.

Carefully, Draco dropped Hermione on the small couch in front of the fire and next to the tree. She hadn't even had time to say a word when he shoved a small little box at her.

"Open it! Open it!"

She grinned. His boyish excitement was not only endearing, but it was contagious. Gingerly, she tore open the badly-wrapped box and found the logo of her favorite jewelry store. Needless to say, this piqued her interest and her excitement. Nestled inside the box was a delicate silver bracelet. She gasped.

"It's gorgeous! Thank you." Hermione leaned over and kissed her husband and tried to put on the bracelet.

"Wait! There's one more thing. Here." He handed her another box, this one much smaller. When she opened it, she found a silver charm of a cat with a little clasp on it to hook onto her bracelet.

"I know how sad you were about Crookshanks passing away last month, so I got you this; I know that it isn't the same, but I tried." Tears welled in Hermione's eyes at the memory of her beloved cat and the thoughtfulness behind the gift. "And every holiday, I'll get you a new charm and you can just keep adding onto it."

Overcome by gratitude, Hermione launched herself at her husband and smothered him with kisses.

"Now for your present." Hermione was now completely in the Christmas spirit. Sure, it was way too early in the morning for her liking, but she was bursting at the seams with excitement. Hermione handed Draco a small card. He tore it open and read it aloud.

I am something you need to find; a muggle invention that knows how to grind.

Draco looked utterly confused; it was all Hermione could do not to laugh at his completely befuddled expression. It was too classic and too cute! Too bad she didn't have a camera.

"I don't mean to be rude, but Hermione, I don't get it."

She gave in to her impulse and laughed heartily. "It's a riddle, silly. Figure out what it's referring to and then go find it. You'll get it once you find this. I'm not going to help you; this is something you have to do on your own. For this first one, I may give you some helpful hints, but then...you are definitely on your own. Think it out."

He mulled over his first clue for a minute and then smiled. "It's the coffee pot! Right?"

Hermione equivocated. "I don't know, you tell me."

Rolling his eyes, he jumped up and headed to the kitchen to find the coffee pot. Sure enough, there was a yellow post-it note on the coffee pot. Draco turned to face his wife. "I found it!" he crowed jubilantly to nobody for Hermione was not behind him anymore. Shrugging, he picked up his next clue.

I am a place filled with old memories; you jumped off of me and skinned your knee.

Draco scoffed. "This one isn't hard." He apparated to the park that he and Hermione went to for her birthday last year and looked at all the swings; on the second one from the left, he spotted a pink post-it.

I am the place that you like to sing; so far away, you can't hear the doorbell ring.

This one didn't take long either; Hermione wasn't challenging him that much. It was obvious that she was referring to the shower. He had heard her complain many times that he sang too loud, especially when she was trying to sleep.

Draco looked on the shower door and this time, a blue post-it was what he found.

You're almost there! There's just two more.

Now go find the place where the lions will roar.

"What? The lions will roar? We don't have any lions in our house...do we?" Draco plopped down on the nearest flat surface, in this case, the floor and thought and thought and thought. It seemed to be getting him absolutely no where! So much for the not being challenged; this one by far was the hardest one yet.

"Think Draco! It can't be that hard...can it? Lions...lions...what represents lions?"

A random thought popped into his head and he nearly groaned at his stupidity. Oho she was clever, he knew that, but this just confirmed it. "Leave it to a Gryffindor." He muttered.

Quickly, Draco made his way to the guest room that Ginny often occupied when she stayed the night. It was not completely Gryffindor-fied; Draco could only take so much. But he knew that there was a stuffed lion somewhere in there that functioned as an alarm clock, waking whoever was sleeping there with a load roar. He briskly walked into the room and out of the corner of his eye saw a purple post-it. Inwardly cheering at his own wit, he tore the note off of the alarm-lion and read its contents.

Your wife looks at me all the time, and staring at me sure isn't a crime.

It was just a note, but somehow, it made him angry. Just thinking about his wife staring at...whatever it was. He doubted it was another guy, but still, that sentence just made him angry. Breathing deeply, he channeled his anger into brain power (supposedly) and tried to think of what Hermione stared at all the time. "Well," he reasoned, "staring at another guy would definitely not be the case I would hope. That would mean that she's disloyal and that is one word that would never, ever describe Hermione. So that's out. But what else would she stare at all the time..."

Just when Draco was about to give up on this clue, and arrow scribbled itself in the corner. He flipped over the post-it and found a post script.

(PS: She never finds a good word to say, not yesterday, and not even today.)

What did he have so far? Something Hermione stares at and never has a good word to say about what she sees? "Well that's not confusing at all!" Sarcasm oozed from Draco's lips. "I have to find something she's not happy with looking at—"

Her mirror! She loathes how she looks. No mater how much I tell her she is absolutely stunning, she never believes me.

Draco was long tired of this game; he just wanted to see what this led up to. Knowing Hermione, it was probably something amazing. Instead of walking back upstairs to their master bathroom, he simply apparated there; to his immense relief there was an orange sticky note stuck to the mirror. He was even more relieved when he read what it said.

Okay, last one, you're pretty much through!

I am the room that's closest to yours; here's a hint, think adjoining doors.

Draco sighed in relief. This one was by far the easiest; she must have been giving him a break. The two previous ones were quite clever. The orange note basically told him exactly what room to go to. Grinning that his Christmas 'scavenger hunt' for lack of a better term, was almost over, he ran—yes ran—to the room that was adjacent to his and Hermione's. On the door he saw a green post it.

Open the door, stupid.

How insulting! He thought. Stupid is the last thing I am. I've figured this all out, haven't I?

Finding himself again rolling his eyes, Draco opened the door and was caught completely and totally by surprise. The bare room that he remembered seeing when they chose this quaint little house to live in that was connected to theirs room was redecorated. The walls were a light pastel yellow and there was some pale green trim. Against the far wall was a...crib.

"Surprise!" Hermione jumped out from the closet and spread her arms out. "Merry Christmas!"

Draco gaped wordlessly and his mouth opened and closed. His resemblance to a goldfish at that point was quite uncanny and quite funny.

"Y-You mean to say that you're pregnant?"

Smiling widely, Hermione nodded.

"We're having a baby?"

She nodded again.

"I'm going to be...a-a-father?"

Hermione, with tears welling in her eyes nodded again. In three large strides, Draco was right up to Hermione. She looked up at his wonder-filled eyes. "Say it." He commanded. "Look me in the eyes and say it."

Brown locked on silver. "We're having a baby, Draco." Swiftly, he took Hermione's face in his hands and pulled her to his lips tenderly.

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AN2: So, how about four more reviews? Maybe five? Six would be AMAZING!

FOUR reviews: a chapter on January 8th.

FIVE reviews: a chapter around New Years and on January 8th.

SIX reviews: a chapter before Christmas, a chapter around New Years, AND on January 8th.

It's up to you guys! If it's less than four, then the next chapter won't be up for quite awhile. I have about 3 loyal reviewers up to this point and I'd really like to have more. There are so many people who have me and who have this story on their alert lists! It really shouldn't be so hard to get reviews!