Hey, so here is Hermione's third month of pregnancy. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and followed this story from the beginning. You guys and girls mean a lot to me.
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(Hermione pov)
The third month of pregnancy has been… hard. I've thrown up everyday since the first month, and I feel like crap. I'm always so tired now, I can't even carry on a conversation with my husband anymore before I just drift off into sleep. And the hormones… ugh. I don't know how much I've cried. Just for no reason at all, or because Draco ate all my Oreo's.
"Hermione? Love, is everything okay?" Draco said from outside the bathroom door.
About five minutes ago, I had run into the bathroom being sick and crying after my jeans started to feel a little tight. That's the main reason I came into this bathroom. To see if I was showing yet. I didn't have the courage to just yet, so I was still standing in the mirror.
"Um…. Yeah. Come in." I said, and Draco opened the bathroom door to see me standing in front of the mirror.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, rubbing my shoulders.
"I'm trying to see if I'm showing. But I just can't look." I said, and he laughed.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because," I said, rolling my eyes. "I've only just said I was pregnant until now. If there is a bump, then everything becomes real. It's like, this all seems like a dream, and if there is proof, then it becomes real."
Draco sighed in understanding, and then faced me. "Do you want me to look?" I nodded and he pulled up my shirt and gasped.
"What?" I asked, looking down. And there it was. You could only see it from up close, but it was still there. The small, defined little bulge that now replaced my abs. It was there. Proof.
"Hermione, love, why are you crying?" Draco said, wiping my tears.
"Oh my gosh, there's a baby in there." I sobbed, leaning into Draco's chest.
"Well, that is the general idea of pregnancy." He said, and I jolted back. My emotions were so conflicting. A few seconds ago I was crying my eyes out, and now I feel nothing but anger.
"This is NOT the time to be sarcastic!" I yelled, tears of rage replacing my tears of joy.
"But I wasn't-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses! I'm having a freakin moment over here, and you decide to play games!" I yelled.
"'Mione, I didn't mean to-"
"I don't care what you meant to do! These are my kids you're joking about!" I said, and then his face got a hint of anger on it.
"They're my kids too!" He said, trying not to make me mad.
"But you're not the ones carrying multiples and you don't have to get fat and push a watermelon-sized person out of your body! So they are my kids more!" I said, storming out of the bathroom, running to the room, and locking the door behind me.
(Draco pov)
What the heck was that about? One minute she's nervous, the next she's sad, the next she's happy, and then she gets mad at me! I can admit that comment was stupid, but come on! Just because I'm not carrying them doesn't mean they aren't my kids.
"Hermione. Hermione, love, please open up." I said, knocking on the door.
"No!" She yelled and I could hear her sobbing. "Go to the store and get more cookies! You ate all of mine!"
Even when she's giving me the silent treatment she still remembers her cookies. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I watched her finish the bag of cookies herself, so I just grabbed my wallet and my shoes.
"Okay, I'll be back soon. I love you." I said, and a muffled 'yeah right' came from the door. I exited the apartment, and apparated to Diagon Alley.
From there, I went into Madame Maxim's Sweet Shoppe and looked around for cookies.
"Here we go." I said, picking up the bag of cookies. I then walked around the aisles, until I found a bag of chocolate covered strawberries that change colors. I bought them, knowing Hermione loved them. I walked out of the store, and was about to go home, until I changed my mind, and apparated to Godric's Hollow.
Ding Dong
I sat in front of the door for a few minutes Until I heard someone coming with a crying baby.
"Shh, it's okay Jamie. Don't cry." I heard Ginny say before she opened the door. "Oh, hello Draco. Harry is in the back, or I'm assuming that's why you're here."
I nodded. "Thanks." I walked back around the house until I saw Harry in the air painting a gutter in the back.
"Oh, hey Draco. What brings you here?" Harry asked, levitating himself back to the ground.
"I need some help." I said, slipping down to the ground. Harry sighed and sat down by me.
"This is about Hermione's being pregnant?" I nodded. "Yeah. The first three months are the hardest. I think the best thing you can do until the mood swings pass is tell her that she's beautiful, and avoid every conversation about weight, size, or looks. Just avoid that and you'll be fine."
"It's just so hard! She was crying and smiling and then she's yelling at me!" I said, putting my head in my hands.
"I know man. Look at what I'm going through though. James is now 6 months old, and I'm almost positive that Ginny is pregnant again." He said, and I looked over at him.
"You're sure?" I asked.
"Pretty much. She's moody, crying and throwing up again. I'm amazed that she hasn't noticed it herself." He said.
"Oh, well, congratulations. I guess I need to get home to the wife now." I said, getting up and shaking Harry's hand. "Good luck with Ginny."
"And good luck with Hermione." He said, just before I apparated to the front of my apartment.
"Okay. Avoid weight. Beautiful. It'll all be worth it." I said, just before I opened the door to find Hermione sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Hey." She said, smiling.
"Hello." I said, walking in and sitting on the couch. "Here are your cookies. And I got you those cherries you like so much."
"Thank you." She said, kissing my cheeks.
"I'm sor-" We both started to say before I shushed her.
"Hermione, I'm sorry about the comment. It was wrong. Forgive me?" I asked, and she nodded. "Good. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"
"Frequently." She said, kissing my cheek.
A week later…
"Draco! Come on!" Yelled Hermione, as I walked out of the bathroom.
Today we were going to the doctor. We were finally going to find out the sex and number of the babies. I walked out of the house with her and we flooed to St. Mungo's.
"Please wait here and the doctor will see you momentarily." The receptionist said uninterestedly.
We sat down and Hermione started to rub her bump.
"What do think it will be?" She asked.
"Personally, I think it's two boys." I said, and she grimaced.
"No. It's a boy and a girl. I can feel it." She said.
"Malfoy comma Hermione." A nurse said, and she led us to a room. We sat there for a while until the doctor came in.
"Okay….. Mrs. Malfoy?" He asked, and Hermione nodded. "We can do a spell to find out the sex and number, or we can do it the muggle way and print out a picture."
"A picture. Definitely a picture." I said.
"Okay, lift up your shirt. This is going to be cold." He said, and the doctor spread blue gel over Hermione's stomach. He rolled the device around her stomach for a while, until he stopped and looked at us. "Okay, are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes." We both said.
"Okay, well you're 12 weeks pregnant. From what I can see, there are two babies." He said, and we both sighed. "And….. There's a boy."
"A boy!" I yelled, and squeezed Hermione's hand.
"And….Here's a girl." He said, pointing to the screen, and printing out two pictures.
"Oh my gosh. I'm going to have a son and a daughter." She said, as she was handed a picture and started to cry.
"They're going to be so beautiful. Just like their mommy." I said, kissing Hermione cheek, and staring at the pictures of my unborn children.
~o0o~
The rest of the third month went very smoothly. The sickness is over, but I've been told the cravings and mood swings could kick in any day now.
Hermione is thrilled about the boy and girl, and couldn't be happier. She keeps muttering the words 'pink and blue'. her bump is a little bigger, and she looks like she's glowing.
Oh, Tonks and Remus had their baby. Little Terra May Lupin was born a couple days ago. Her hair was bleach blonde, the original color of Tonk's hair. Teddy was thrilled and changed his hair to pink for the occasion.
Ginny and Harry found out that Ginny is a month pregnant now. Hermione and Ginny keep talking about how our kids are going to be best friends in Hogwarts. They are insanely happy.
Hermione and I are now discussing the nursery plans. I just hope she doesn't pick the color yellow.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I appreciate your reviews, and I'd love more! I want to hit 120! Please? Just your thoughts. Flame me if you want, I'll get over it. Thanks! -Nikki a.k.a.-Twipotterfreak28