So here's the thing Lovelies, I started writing this chapter and then it went an entirely different direction than I was planning. So the title, "Bring On The Rain" by Jo Dee Messina has to do with the end of it and my own personal battle to get it written, even though it's changing things on me. Oh well. Here's to adventures! Enjoy!

Chapter 5 – Bring On The Rain

Draco and Hermione both looked up as Harry and Narcissa entered the room. The smile on Hermione's face left no doubt about what they had come here for. "Good morning Harry! Cissa!"

"Wow 'Mione, you act like you might burst." Harry chuckled, "Is there a reason you are in our kitchen before breakfast acting like a twelve year old?"

"Harry!" His comment earned him a slap on the chest from his wife. "That wasn't very supportive. Apologize!"

"Sorry Hermione." He smiled at her, "But really, what brings you here so early?" He wrapped an arm around Narcissa, who was trying to hold back her tears and act like she had no clue what was going on.

Hermione's attitude deflated a little bit. "He's already told you hasn't he?"

Cissa stepped forward and opened her arms to her friend, "He did. He came by and asked me for permission to give you that ring." She nodded to where Hermione was still hiding her hands behind her back.

"Really?" She turned to look at Draco. "You went about this the entirely proper way?"

"I was raised a pureblood wizard Hermione, that comes with impeccably good manners." He took her under his arm when Cissa released her from her embrace. "I even asked your parents for their blessing."

"You did?" Her eyes grew wide.

"I did. I asked my mother for permission to give you the ring that she wore for all those years, and I asked your father for his blessing to make you a Malfoy. To make you Lady Malfoy."

The realization of that sentence suddenly struck home for her. "You're going to have to talk to him aren't you?"

"No. I don't believe so. When Mother gave me the Manor last February she also gave me all of the company holdings and everything that was in the Malfoy name. I am by all accounts already the Lord Malfoy. I simply have to go to Gringotts and take it."

"I'm afraid not." Cissa spoke up. "I looked into it for you after you came to speak with me and I'm afraid that since I was not a Malfoy in blood or marriage when I presented you with all of those things then it did not fully transfer. You are going to have to speak with your father. We both are."

"No." Harry looked down at his wife; "You do not have to speak with him about anything! I will go with Draco and we will talk to Lucius, but you do not need to go to that place, especially now!"

"What do you mean especially now?" Draco looked back and forth between his mother and Harry. "What makes now so significant?"

Cissa ignored her son and focused on her husband. "Harry this is my responsibility not yours. You shouldn't have to do this for me, I am more than capable-"

"I know you're perfectly capable!" He cut her off. "I just don't think that you need to put yourself through the stress of going out there, or the turmoil of actually having to face him again. You were rid of him Cissa! Done! You never had to see him again!" He wasn't angry with her he was simply frustrated with the situation.

He started to speak again when she held up one hand and pressed the back of the other one to her lips. She rushed out of the room and up the few steps towards the bathroom on the main floor. Harry shot a look at the other two before dashing off after her. He reached the bathroom in time to pull her hair back before she attempted to empty her already bare stomach into the toilet.

When she had righted herself and washed her mouth out he wrapped and arm around her shoulders and guided her back towards the kitchen. "You know that they are going to ask questions right?"

She sighed and leaned into him as they made their way down the hall. "I'm eleven weeks today. We may as well tell them the truth. It will answer Draco's questions about you not wanting me in Azkaban, or anywhere near Lucius."

Harry nodded and pushed the kitchen door open, allowing her to pass down the few steps in front of him. Hermione spun around to face them when she heard the door. "What's going on? Are you okay? Cissa why are you smiling?"

"Slow down Hermione. One question at a time." The blonde chuckled when the brunette took a deep breath and started over.

"I guess I should start with, are you alright? You rushed out of here so quickly, and then Harry went after you…"

"I'm fine. I thought it was best not to get sick in the kitchen where we are going to sit down to breakfast."

"Get sick?" Draco stepped up beside Hermione and looked at his mother. A serious expression crossing his face, "Are you ill Mother?"

Cissa smiled at him and reached for Harry's hand as she spoke. "No my darling. I am not ill, I promise you the healer says that I am in very good health."

"The healer?" Hermione squeaked, "For as much as you are claiming not to be sick why are you going to healers?"

Harry spoke up from beside his wife, "We went to see Susan Bones last week. On the fourth and a half floor."

Suddenly everything clicked for Hermione, "Really?" She looked at Cissa with wide eyes. "There's only one reason I can think of that you would be going to the Secret Ward." Cissa only nodded and Hermione launched herself at her friend. "That's wonderful! When did you find out?"

"Andromeda suspected at Harry's birthday and Susan confirmed the next day. I'm eleven weeks today." She smiled across at her son who was standing there simply staring at her. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

"Eleven weeks today would put your due date…" she was doing the math in her head as she spoke.

"February." Harry wrapped his arms around Cissa's waist and she turned to face him. "Just after Cissa's birthday."

"Oh that's sweet. You find out about the baby on Harry's birthday and who knows it could be born on Cissa's!" Hermione turned to look at Draco who still hadn't said a word. "Draco, what's the matter?"

The blond man shook his head, "It's just a strange thing to consider. My mother is going to have a baby with a man that is younger than I am. A man that strangely enough went from being my biggest rival to one of my best friends." He shook his head with a smile, "I know that they are married and all, but it still weirds me out a little bit to think about it."

Hermione laughed but let it drop, instead switching back to the subject of his inheritance. "So you really have to go talk to him?"

"It looks like it, but Harry's right," he turned to face his mother, "you do not need to come along. Not in your condition, the dementors can't be good for the baby. And as weird as it is, that's my sibling in there and I don't want anything to happen to it."

"Draco, you may be an adult, but you are my son and I will not take orders from you." He started to open his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. "And Harry knows better than to force me to do anything. I am going with you, you are not facing your father by yourself and Harry is not going to take that responsibility on. This is our fight with your father and it doesn't need to get any messier than that."

"Cissa…"

"No Hermione." Her tone said very plainly that the subject was closed. There would be no more discussion, she and Draco would go to talk to Lucius and he would return as the Lord Malfoy, officially.

The brunette studied her friend, and future mother-in-law in all seriousness before she spoke again. "At least let Harry go with you. He will go crazy here by himself, and even if he doesn't go in the room with you having an Auror right outside the door might not be the worst plan."

Cissa sighed and nodded. The girl had a point. "Fine. That's fair, Harry can come to Azkaban with us, but he does not need to be in that room. Lucius does not need to find out that we are married, that will only make this harder than it is already going to be."

"You don't think he already knows?" Harry looked down at his wife.

"I know he doesn't. I stopped paying for his newspaper subscription the last time the slip came to renew it and the dementors won't have told him. I highly doubt he receives any visitors. I feel it is safe to assume that he has no idea his former, perfect, housewife, is now the Lady Potter-Black."

"Well if he doesn't know, let's pray that he doesn't find out." Draco wrapped an arm around Hermione, "When should we go?"

Cissa looked up at Harry, "I'll owl the administrators and find out when they can set up a private meeting room for us. I'm sure that it can be arranged within the month." She looked across at Draco. "Unless you require your Lordship being official before that?"

"I don't see why it would need to be. I've made it this long the way it is, a few more weeks can't hurt." He smiled at all three of them in turn before looking around at the breakfast that the elves had laid out for them. "Come on, let's eat. I'm starving."