Walking into the family room, his heart in his mouth, he tried to process what he had just been told. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Pansy rushed forwards, the girls clutching at him, his stunned expression causing confusion.

"What did the healer say?

"How is she?

"Is she awake yet?"

"Will she be okay?"

Voices came at him as he stood there, staring blankly at their faces.

He blinked several times, before looking down at Ginny, whose eyes swam with unshed tears.

He tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled sob.

Ginny collapsed in front of him, shaking her head. "No, no, I won't believe it," she cried.

Draco shook his head, grasping at her hands, "She's…." he took a steadying breath and began again, "She's going to be okay."

Ginny let out a sound somewhere between an anguished sob and a relieved groan.

Harry watched him carefully, his eyes narrow.

"What is it?" he asked slowly.

Draco looked up, focusing his gaze on Harry, gulping. "She's six weeks pregnant."

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Starting at the feel of a hand on his shoulder, Draco looked up, sucking in a breath. "Theo!"

"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner, I was at my villa in Greece with Juliette. I only got the owl yesterday. I came as soon as I could," he explained, sitting down in the chair next to him.

Draco nodded, glancing back at his wife.

"Potter filled me in about the case and the explosion," he continued somberly.

Draco sighed. "Most of them were killed in the blast, but the body of the Grand Master was not located in the rubble and trace couldn't identify any of the DNA as matching his." He shook his head, and added "It was all for nought, the bastard is still at large."

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Eyes fluttering open, she frowned as the sudden flood of the hospital lights engulfed her vision. She rasped out a groan and felt the familiar rough heaviness of her husband's much larger hand grasp at her fingers. Turning her head, she saw him staring down at her, shock flickering over to relief, and then his head was buried in the crook of her neck as he sobbed. Slowly she lifted her other hand up, her fingers finding their way into his hair. Her dry eyes tingled as she felt her heart clench inside her chest. Despite the potions, her whole body ached.

Draco lifted his head, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, kissing her forehead and then her dry lips.

"Hi," he whispered, planting a second chaste kiss on her lips before composing himself.

"Hel-lo," she croaked, her voice hoarse.

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"Honestly, Weaslette! I only went to the coffee cart and you lot all barge in here and make yourself comfortable on the bed," he complained, exasperated. Ginny rolled her eyes at Hermione, who grinned before throwing Draco a look of utter contempt. He stared her down until she understood the message.

"Come on you lot, let's go see if Narcissa has finished tearing that Healer a new one," she sniggered, tugging at Harry's sleeve and attempting to usher Ron out the door, giving Draco a knowing smile as she left. Pansy gave Hermione a quick kiss and waved before slipping out.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked, turning to Draco.

"They tried to tell mother only family could visit for now in an attempt to get her to kick the Gryffindor Gang out," he informed her smiling, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers.

"Hermione…" he began, his expression and tone turning serious. He reached up and brushed the loose curls from her face, tucking them behind her ear. "I didn't say anything before. I wanted to check with the healer first…"

"What is it?" she cut him off, starting to worry.

"Have you noticed anything different?"

Hermione frowned.

"Have you been feeling different?"

"I feel like I've been run over by a stampede of Thestrals," she told him, confusion marring her brow.

He smiled, "No love, before the explosion."

She thought for a minute. "Yes, but I am not going to admit you were right," she murmured.

Now it was Draco's turn to look confused.

"I admit I was working hard but I am not going to admit to exhaustion," she confirmed, pursing her lips."

"No?" he smiled, an eyebrow quirked.

"And I admit to feeling a bit peaky, but I am not admitting to starving myself. I only missed a couple of meals," she huffed.

Draco grinned, enjoying watching her squirm.

Hermione huffed again, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "What?"

"You aren't exhausted or starving…."

"No, I know that," she cut him off, rolling her eyes.

"You're pregnant," he whispered, watching her reaction.

Hermione gasped, "Pregnant?"

Draco nodded.

"We're going to have a baby?" she whispered, tearing up.

Draco nodded, leaning in to kiss her.

"We're going to have a baby, Mrs Malfoy."

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