Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
"I have a good feeling this time," she says as she lies down on their bed.
"You always say that, love," he replies with a sigh.
"But I really mean it this time. It feels different. I feel different."
"Astoria, are you sure you don't want to wait a few more days? Or make an appointment with the Healer?" Draco asks his wife delicately.
"Draco, we know the spell. We've seen the Healers perform it enough times. I can't—," she pauses to gather herself before continuing, "I can't go back there with all the looks and the whispers. Please."
Looking at his wife's pleading face, Draco slowly nods his head. Taking his wand in hand, Draco weaves it over her abdomen in a complicated design as he mutters the incantation. Upon its completion, Draco holds onto Astoria's hand and waits for her stomach to glow.
They wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Turning to his wife Draco starts, "Astoria—," but stops upon seeing her face. His wife lies there silently with tears streaming down her face. She is heartbroken, once again. Gulping down his own pain, Draco lies next to his devastated wife. Squeezing her hand he turns to face her. "Tori, it's going to be okay," he whispers to her.
She blinks her eyes rapidly and finally focuses them on her husband's face. "What if it's not?" she whispers back. "What if we can't? What if we'll never—," she begins before gasping for breath.
Draco pulls his wife into his arms and holds her tightly. "We can," he says fiercely. "We will," he continues.
And the couple lies there, on their bed, clinging to one another.