Hey, so sorry for the wiat. I've been working on my newest story '7 Reasons Why'. And I posted a one-shot that was just terrible. Really, it was stupid, and made absolutely no sense. For the eight hours it was up, I got four flames, it was that bad. Let me see if I can regain some of my pride with this chapter!

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(Draco pov)

"Come on, Love. Wake up." I said, shaking Hermione from where she laid on the bed.

"Draco! Draco, open up, it's me!" Ginny called from outside the door.

"Ginny! Sh! It's one o'clock in the morning! People are sleeping!" I said, as I ushered her into the house. I hadn't noticed how much time flew when I was with my wife.

"Well those people can get over it! This is my best friend's life we're talking about! Where is she?" She said, as I pointed toward the bedroom.

"Hermione..." She said, going over and putting her hand across her forehead. "Well, she's not running a fever. She's probably just in shock. May I ask why?"

"Well, Hermione took a pregnancy test and she thought it was false, but it turns out it was positive and then she just... blacked out." I said, frantically holding Hermione's hand.

"That was just a muggle test. I can do one with magic, if you like." Ginny said, taking out her wand. I nodded, and she went to work. She pointed her wand at Hermione's stomach, and said a few incomprehensible words. A few seconds later, Hermione's stomach turned blue, then a soft green, then her stomach turned it's original color.

"What's with the two colors? Is that bad?" I whispered.

"No, it's not bad. It means she's pregnant. More specifically, she's carrying more than one." She said calmly.

"More than one? More than one what?" I asked.

"More than one baby, stupid!" She said, laughing.

"Mhmm... Draco..." Hermione said, stirring under Draco.

"I'll just, go. Call me if you need anything." She said, leaving the room. Afew seconds later, a door slammed, and there was a pop from outside.

"Wha- what happened? Why was Ginny here?" Hermione said, rubbing her head, and sitting up.

"Um, you fainted, and Ginny came and ran some uh... tests." I said.

"Tests? The last thing I remember is being in the bathroom, and then you said that the test was..." She said, and realization hit her. She then started to cry.

"Hermione, sweetheart, why are you crying?" I said, sitting next to her, and wiping her tears with my thumbs.

"Because this isn't supposed to be happening! We weren't supposed to have kids right now. I know you don't want a baby for a while." She said, hiding her face in her hands.

"No, no honey, sh. Don't cry." I said, putting my arms around her, and slowly rocking us back and forth. "Love, that couldn't be farther from the truth. Yeah, it was my plan not have kids for a while, but you know what, screw the plans! I am probably the happiest man alive right now. I could never not want these babies. These kids are apart of us. We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other. We'll always have time."

"But Draco-"

"No buts. I'm happy. We're happy. Everything is going to work out." I promised.

"But it's not that- wait, did you say kids? As in, with an 's'?" She asked, stopping her tears for a moment.

"Yes, I said kids. Don't faint again!" I said, watching her eyes flutter around.

"I'm going to faint, you git." She said, before she got up. " I didn't say anything about being sick though..."

She then ran to the bathroom, where I could hear her throw up violently into the toilet. I sat there in bed, looking like an idiot, not having the nerve to go in there. She would just yell at me, like last time.

"Ugh." Hermione said, walking out of the bathroom, and climbing back in bed.

"You okay?" I said, and she gave me one of those looks. "Right. Sorry."

"uh-huh." She said, putting her head on my chest.

"This is really exciting. I mean, we're going to have at least two kids in nine months." I said, staring at my wife's still flat stomach.

"Eight months, you mean." She murmered.

"Yeah." I said, and then Hermione started to shake on me. "Love, why are you crying again?"

"I'm just really surprised and happy." She said, and the tears came violently now. C- could you just h-hold me?"

Without any words, I put my arms around her, and started to rock again. "I love you, with all my heart." I whispered into her ear.

I sat there and held her as she cried, until she fell asleep.

The next morning... (Hernione pov)

I woke up in my bed, feeling distinctly cold. With my eyes closed I slwoly moved my arms across the bed. And to my disappointment: No Draco. Where was he?

"Ow." I said, sitting up in my bed. I rubbed my eyes. They still hurt from all the crying, and so did my head. I got up out of bed, and slowly went to find my husband. "Draco... Draco..."

I walked into the kitchen to see Draco dancing and singing some song. He was also frying some eggs on the stove, the muggle way.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He abruptly stopped singing, turned around, and smiled at me with a strip of bacon hanging out of his mouth. I started to laugh.

"And what may I ask is so funny?" He said, putting eggs and bacon on a plate and setting it down at the table in the kitchen.

"Oh, nothing. What's all ths for?" I said, sitting down at the table where he gave me a fork.

"Well, you're eating for three now, so you need you're strength." He said, sitting down next to me with his own plate.

"And what makes you think there's only two? We won't find out until the third month." I said, putting a piece of bacon in my mouth. "By the way, this is really good."

"Thanks, and I just know." Draco said, eating his food.

Then, there was this really awkward silence. The only thing you could hear was breathing and chewing.

"So... you want to hear about my dream last night?" Draco asked me suddenly.

"Sure." I said, pushing my empty plate aside.

"Well, it was kind of like a vision. I saw us, and our two kids." He said, finishing his plate, pushing it aside, and facing me.

"What did they look like?" I asked.

"Well, there was a boy and a girl, and they looked about 10 years old. Our boy had straight brown hair, just like yours, and my grey eyes. He was kind of tall, and he had my facial structure. And our girl was... simlpy beautiful. She had wavy blonde hair, and chocolate brown eyes, exactly like yours. She was kind of short, and she had your facial structure. So, picture you, ten years old, with blonde hair, and that's what she looked like. And then me, ten years old, with brown hair, and that's what our son looked like. They were beautiful." He said, getting caught up in his description that he didn't notice me crying. "Love, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Stupid hormones." I said, getting up and putting up the dishes.

"You know, our kids are going to be amazing." Draco said, coming over to me, and putting his arms around my waist. "Our daughter is going to be incredibly smart. She'll be just like you. 'The brightest witch of her age'. She'll love to fly. She will have my sense of humor, and your wit."

I laughed at the nickname and went back to cleaning the dishes.

"And our son is going to be amazingly athletic. Of course he'll be smart, and he'll be just like me, without the mean in school. He'll protect his sister, and look out for her. He'll have my charm and your love of life." He said, making me laugh.

"So what do you want for christmas?" He asked, and I was taken out of my daydreams.

"I already got my present from you." I said, pointing to my stomach.

"You know, I really love you." He said, kissing my cheek.

"Love you too." I said, drying my hands, and going to sit in the living room.

"You know," Draco said as I sat on his lap in the living room couch. "Assuming that Ginny hasn't blabbed already, we're going to have to tell everyone."

"Oh my gosh. I can already see the little baby booties Molly is going to knit for us." I said, laughing.

"My mother is going to go way overboard." Draco said as he rubbed my feet.

"Um, Draco, why is there a huge cut across your cheek?" I asked, tracing the reddish line on his face.

"Please, don't ask." He said, smiling.

Of course, I would never tell Draco that I could hear him singing in the bathroom. He always does that. Then, he makes some shape in his shaving cream, and sings into his razor. I walked in on him a couple times while he was doing this.

But, that will stay my little secret.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm planning on make one chapter for everyone one of Hermione's months of pregnancy, starting with month two since she's done with month one. I hope you enjoyed this, and please don't hesitate to review. No flames please! Also, check out my other stories. This will probably be my last update until after christmas, so MERRY CHRISTMAS! - nikki a.k.a.- twipotterfreak28