Unexpected News.

Standing in the doorway of her son's room, Hermione watched as Draco tucked Scorpius into bed and settled down to read him his bedtime story. Watching the two most important people in her life, Hermione couldn't help but smile. She loved her family, and wouldn't change them for anything. Absentmindedly, her hand settled on her stomach as she watched her husband and son.

"I didn't realise you were there," Draco whispered when he finished with Scorpius and turned round to find his wife watching him.

"I just couldn't resist," Hermione replied. "You're so cute together."

"How many time do I have to tell you, Malfoys aren't cute," Draco protested, pulling Hermione into his arms the second they were free of their son's room. "Malfoys are devastatingly handsome, and oh so sexy."

"Not to mention cocky," Hermione retorted.

"I'm not cocky, I'm merely stating the truth," Draco replied. "Or do you not think I'm handsome and sexy?"

"You're not bad, I guess," Hermione said with a sly smile.

"Not bad?" Draco faked outrage as he pouted at his wife. "I'll show you not bad."

Despite wanting to talk to Draco, Hermione let her husband drag her off to the bedroom. Ten minutes later thoughts of talking went clean out of her head as she lost herself to Draco's touch. It was actually much later, when she was lying naked in her husband's arms that Hermione remembered that she'd been meaning to talk with Draco.

"Draco, there's something I've got to tell you," Hermione said. Sitting up, she pulled the covers over her chest so that Draco wouldn't get distracted by her breasts.

"This doesn't sound good," Draco muttered. "Is it bad news?"

"It's unexpected news," Hermione replied. "I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant," Draco repeated. "I know I'm good, but there's no way of knowing that I've just gotten you pregnant."

"I didn't mean you've just done it right now," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes. "I'm a little over three weeks along."

"Wow," Draco whispered quietly. "We're having another baby."

"Yes."

Hermione watched Draco carefully, trying to work out whether her husband was happy or not. When she'd told him about Scorpius, he'd sat silently for almost ten minutes, before sweeping her up in his arms and making love to her right in the middle of the front room. Hermione supposed if his reaction was the same than at least they were in a better place. At least no-one would disturb them, like Harry and Ron had when they were celebrating her first pregnancy.

"Are you pleased?" Draco finally asked, turning to look at his wife.

"I think I am," Hermione replied with a nod. "I'm totally shocked since this isn't planned, but I'm also happy. We always wanted to extend our family."

"I suppose it really shouldn't come as that much of a shock," Draco mused. "We're not always very careful with the contraceptive charms. Just now's a perfect example, I'm sure we forget to cast it."

"We did," Hermione confirmed. "But since I'm already pregnant, it doesn't really matter. So, are you pleased about the baby? You're going to be a Daddy again."

A slow grin lit up Draco's face as he digested the news. "I'm going to like that," He announced. "I hope it's a girl."

"Why?" Hermione asked. "I thought you loved having a son."

"I do," Draco replied. "Scorpius is an almost perfect replica of me. I would like a little version of you. Imagine a little bushy haired bookworm running around the place."

"Please do not wish my hair on our future child," Hermione said with a grimace. These days her hair was a lot tamer, although she spent much more time and effort on it now than she had ever done as a child, but she still didn't want to inflict her wild curls onto her child.

"Your hair was cute," Draco said with a chuckle.

"My hair was a mess," Hermione retorted. "And you did not think it was cute. You were always making fun of my hair."

Draco winced as memories of their youth flooded through him. "Sorry, I was a git. But once I got over that, I loved your hair. I still do."

"It is better these days, but I still wouldn't wish my wild hair on our children," Hermione said. "That would be liking hoping Scorpius wears too much gel in his hair when he's older, like you used to. It's just not something you should wish on your children."

"I didn't wear too much gel," Draco pouted.

"Yes, you did," Hermione replied, laughing at the memories. "You look so much better now you don't use any gel."

"To tell you the truth, I got sick of the gel," Draco confessed. "I was going through several tubes a year, and it took me nearly half an hour to get ready in the mornings."

"So what did you do, find some other way to take an age to get ready?" Hermione questioned. "You're never dressed in half an hour. Most of the time you take longer than me to get dressed."

"A man has to look his best," Draco replied with a grin. "Although this conversation has gone wildly off track. We were talking about babies."

"How do you think Scorpius will deal with having a sibling?" Hermione questioned, biting her lower lip nervously. "Neither of us have experience with siblings, so we're not going to be in much of a position to help him adjust."

"Luckily for us, you happen to know a family that knows all about siblings," Draco said. "I'm sure we can get advice from the Weasleys. Damn, there's a line I never thought I'd hear myself say."

Hermione chuckled at Draco and his grumblings. He actually got on perfectly well with the family of redheads, and she knew his complaints weren't malicious.

"Your mother has sisters, she might be able to help as well," Hermione pointed out.

"Mother was the baby of the family," Draco replied. "She was spoilt rotten. Having siblings was something she never had to adjust to, they were already there when she was born."

"I'm sure we'll work it out nearer the time," Hermione said. Smiling at Draco, she let the sheet fall from her chest, instantly gaining Draco's undivided attention. "What do you say, we celebrate our news by recreating how we ended up pregnant."

"Okay," Draco answered with a grin. "But if the baby was conceived a little over three weeks ago, we need whipped cream and handcuffs to get an accurate recreation."

"I think we can skip the added extras," Hermione laughed, pulling Draco on top of her. "It's perfect as we are, just the two of us."

"Make that three of us," Draco said, gently rubbing his hand over Hermione's still flat stomach.

Hermione smiled up at Draco, before connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. Before long the sweetness in the kiss gave way to full on passion as the couple celebrated their unexpected news. A second child may not have been what they'd been expecting at the moment, but they were thrilled to be adding to their family.