a/n So sorry for the long delay again. Big surprise in September. Another baby we are going to adopt. He was born on Sept 25 and his name is going to be Luke Adrian. So i've been busy. I am going to try and finish this story soon so that I dont leave you hanging again. Happy reading and please review!

Press Conference

Draco put his hand to his forehead and dropped the paper onto the floor.

"That damn woman" he swore as the picture of Rita Skeeter glared evilly from the front page of the paper. Unwillingly he picked up the paper to read the rest of the article.

Hermione Weasley pregnant by Draco Malfoy

Rita Skeeter here with some fresh news about the Malfoy/Weasley affair. I interviewed Mister Malfoy myself the other day in front of his home. When asked about the affair he was almost boasting about it.

"Mrs. Weasley is very talented and was a crucial part of this project." Mister Malfoy said.

What plan you may ask? The plan for Mister Malfoy to have another heir. According to my sources Mister Malfoy has had his eye on another child for quite a while but his current wife was unwilling.

"I've been working on this project for years." he said.

Now while we don't know how he approached Mrs. Weasley about this we do know that she was a willing participant in it.

When asked about his wife Asteria Malfoy and Ronald Weasley's reaction he claimed that they knew all about it and were behind it one hundred percent. Mister Malfoy said that Mrs. Weasley is due in about nine months. No word on whether or not it is a boy or a girl. Both parties were unavailable for comments. This reporter will certainly keep you updated on developments.

Draco shook his head. His interview the other day had made things a hundred times worse, just as he had feared. This article might be the final thing that would push the woman he loved right over the edge. And yet he couldn't hide it from her. They were due to go into the Prophet at any time now. He heard the shower running and wondered what he could do to make this better. He tossed the paper into the bin and headed for the bathroom. The room was filled with steam blurring his vision. He stripped off his clothes and dropped them onto the floor before heading into the shower with Hermione. He found her through the steam and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

"Oh!" she cried. "You startled me."

"I'm sorry." he said. "You don't know how sorry I am Hermione." he leaned his head on the crook of her neck from behind. His hands wrapped around her waist.

"It's not that big of a deal." she said confused. She reached back and pulled his head to hers and kissed him.

"Hermione…" he started.

She turned around and looked him in the eyes.

"What?" she asked. "What's wrong now?" panic in her voice.

"It's the paper today Hermione. It…well its worse today. Rita Skeeter…"

"That cow? What did she do now?"

"She wrote another article…about us."

Hermione swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yes, what about this time."

"She said that you were, well…expecting."

"Expecting what?" she asked. Then it dawned on her. "A baby right?"

Draco nodded.

"How could she think that? Where would she even get that idea?" Hermione shouted.

Draco pulled her into his embrace.

"I'm afraid she may have misconstrued my words the other day outside my house. She twisted everything I said into lies. I've just made everything so much worse. I'm so sorry."

Hermione nodded again.

"There is no way you could have known. The woman is a liar and a fraud. I'm surprised that anyone still reads what she writes."

She backed up into the shower and rinsed her hair. Draco followed her.
He pushed her onto the marble wall and lowered his head until his lips connected with hers. Hermione willingly kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He kissed her with all his being, as if this would be the last kiss they ever shared. His mouth found its way down her cheek and he kissed every inch of her skin down her neck to her collar bone. The hot water poured over her body as she closed her eyes and tried to put everything else out of her mind. Draco took her breast into his mouth enjoying the taste of her clean skin before kissing down her stomach and to her legs. His fingers massaged her wet skin as he placed his head to her abdomen and in a fleeting thought wished the article Rita had written was in fact true. He stood back up and grabbed her left leg and wrapped it around his waist. This time her mouth found his and kissed him hungrily. She gripped his wet hair and ran her tongue across his lower lips. She kissed her way down his bare chest until she reached his erection. She looked up at him and his wet face dripping water onto her. Her hands ran up and down the shaft causing him to tremble. Draco gasped as her mouth covered the head of his cock. Her mouth was warm on him. And her tongue circled around as her head moved up and down on it. Draco's hands braced against the cold marble tiles as he fought back the urge to come. Slowly she kissed her way back up to his mouth, letting him taste her. He pulled her leg back up around him and her hands held his head against hers as he entered her waiting body. Her back hit the marble and she cried out in pleasure. He was not gentle this time. It was more animalistic. Primal even. It was like he was driven. He picked up her right leg until she was straddling him as he rode her. Her back hit the marble again and again as she cried out. Her body released wave after wave of mind blowing orgasms. He kissed her neck and bit her softly as she moaned into his ear. She shivered as she felt him come. All she wanted to do was hold him against her naked body and never have to face the cruelty of the world again. He buried his face into her wet hair and stood there for a moment. He had never been so rough with her. Their relations were usually gentle and romantic. And he didn't know why he had done that. He just felt like it was inside of him and it needed to get out.

"Sorry." he mumbled. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't." she said. A slight smile on her lips.

"I just…" he said but she put a finger to his lips.

Hermione kissed him again.

"I love you." she told him. "You seem to know exactly what I need before I can even say it."

His eyes welled. He would never get tired of her telling him that she loved him.

"I love you too Hermione. More than I ever thought I could love someone."

Hermione washed her hair and lathered up her body before washing him off as well.

"I don't know what today will bring. But as long as I'm facing it with you I know everything will be alright." she told him before he stepped into the water and rinsed off.

Ron paced the floor of the home he once shared with Hermione. The Daily prophet lay in a crumpled heap by the hearth. Rita Skeeter's face still smirking from within the wrinkles. He didn't know what to believe anymore. There was no way Hermione was pregnant again. She had told Ron long ago that two children were plenty. But that was the old Hermione he told himself. Just maybe she was willing for Malfoy. He swore out loud.

"How can I go through with this?" he asked himself. "How am I supposed to stand up in front of those reporters and lie for her?"

Just then the fireplace glowed green and Harry appeared.

"Hey mate." Harry said putting his hand on Ron's shoulder. "I'm so sorry."

"I see you've seen the paper." Ron muttered kicking the crumpled paper across the floor.

"Yeah, but you know Skeeter. She's a lying cow." Harry tried to be positive. "Are you still going down there with them?"

"I don't know." Ron admitted. "I don't want Rose or Hugo to be hurt by this. Hell, even Malfoy's kid deserves better than this. But I don't want to stand up there like a fool and pretend like everything is alright. Smiling like the biggest idiot on the planet whiles my wife and my worst enemy screw in every room of his mansion before they arrive. I think that might be worse on the kids if I lie, you know what I mean Harry."

"If you don't want to lie, then don't. You don't owe her anything."

"Don't I?" Ron asked, his blue eyes welling with tears. "I haven't been the best husband. I've been selfish; I don't help out as much as I could have. I didn't try to enjoy the things she did. She asked me to go places with her and I would always bitch about it, you know? Maybe I do owe her some happiness."

"With Malfoy? You would give her that Ron?"

He shrugged his shoulders before flopping onto the sofa. He buried his face in his hands.

"What would you do if Ginny did this? Would you sacrifice your revenge for the sake of your kids?"

Harry thought about it but couldn't come up with an answer.

"I honestly don't know. I'd like to think Ginny wouldn't do that. But then again I didn't ever think Hermione would either. Especially with Malfoy. I just can't see what she sees in him." he said shaking his head in disbelief.

"He listens to her. He likes the same things…I guess the whole 'opposites attract' thing only lasts so long."

"Seventeen years!" Harry said. "I hardly think that's a drop in the bucket."

"I don't think we've been happy for a while. Maybe since Hugo's birth."

"It's getting late, what are you going to do?"

"I guess I'll figure it out when I get there." Ron said standing up and straightening his pants.

"Want me to come with you?" Harry asked.
"No, I need to do this myself. Thanks anyway."

"We will be thinking of you." Harry said stepping into the floo. He waved his hand and was off into the emerald green flames.

"Well here goes nothing." Ron said disapparating to the Daily Prophet.

Rita Skeeter was glowing with malice. She had finally taken her revenge on miss goody two shoes Hermione Granger and it hadn't even been that difficult. After all Draco Malfoy had provided most of the delicious words that she had used. The story had practically written itself. Her ruby red nails clicked against her pen as she anticipated the arrival of Ron, Draco and Hermione. They could deny it but pictures say a thousand words. They couldn't do too much about those. She heard a commotion out in the hallway and realized how late it was. She straightened her clothing, fixed her ringed curls and headed out to the interview area. Once she opened her door she realized it was Ronald Weasley who had arrived first.

"Mister Weasley." she chimed. "Right on time, how are you doing? This must be so hard on you. And your poor children. How are they taking the news that their mother is a lying slu…?"

"Shut your mouth." Ron said towering over her. "You did this. You don't talk about me, my wife or my kids."

"Sorry." she said backing off and looking around for the other's arrival. And she didn't have to wait very long. Suddenly the crowd's attention turned to the left where she saw the slender frame of Hermione Weasley appear. She said nothing to anyone as she turned and headed towards Ron. Reporters were shouting questions towards her but she ignored everyone.

"Thank you." she whispered to Ron. He didn't respond, but kept his lips tightly pressed together.

A moment later Draco arrived. Ron had the sneaking suspicion that they had been together but chosen to arrive separately. Draco made his way towards the two of them. Rita stepped in his path.

"Mister Malfoy, how are you this morning? I'm so glad you could come. Why didn't you and Mrs. Weasley arrive together? Keeping a low profile? I understand. Tell me, how long has this been going on? Just between us I think you could do better…"

"Get out of my face woman or my lawyer will be on you so fast you won't have time to take a breath."

Rita's face dropped and she headed towards the podium.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I am happy to have this opportunity to give the Weasley's and Mister Malfoy the chance to speak their side of the story. Who would like to speak first?"

Ron stepped forward and Hermione's breath caught in her throat. What would he say?

But he didn't move towards the podium. It was like his feet were stuck to the floor with a permanent sticking charm. Hermione panicked and walked up to the podium herself.

"Hello." she said softly. "As you know some things have been printed in the Prophet this week. Some untrue things. I am most defiantly not pregnant. My husband and I had a fight, as most couples do. Mister Malfoy is going through a nasty divorce and his wife faked some pictures to try and etch out a better deal than was laid out in front of her. Mister Malfoy and I were working on a patent project for his company. Miss Skeeter took Mister Malfoy's words and twisted them for her own pleasure, causing quite a bit of misery for me and my family. And Mister Malfoy's son."

"So you are not pregnant?" someone in the crowd called out.

"No."

"Will you take a test? Right now?" the person shouted.

"If that's what it takes to clear this up then yes." she said folding her arms.

The man in the crown walked up onto the stage and pulled out his wand.

"I'm a healer." he told her. "I assume you've had this done before right?"

She nodded.

He waved his wand over her abdomen and muttered a spell that sounded like a lullaby. Tiny drops of blue and pink sparkled around her stomach.

"See." she said before someone gasped.

Her eyes focused on the sight in front of her. Unmistakably there was a glowing blue plus sign in hanging in the silent air. Her head felt very heavy as it hit the floor and she blacked out.