Slughorn was speaking but Hermione couldn't hear him.

"Obviously we'll need you to begin seeing a midwife, oh, and I'll give you a prescription for folic acid. You're still quite early on in your pregnancy so you'll need to be careful about what you're doing. Obviously no alcohol and no smoking. Of course this isn't your first rodeo so I doubt you need me to go into specific detail about how to look after yourself but nonetheless - Mrs. Riddle. Are you quite alright?"

Hermione's head snapped up and she hastily swiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, swallowed roughly and jerked her head. She sat back down in her seat and hugged her arms around herself.

"I'm fine."

"I know this isn't the news you were expecting," Slughorn said quietly as he clutched her forearm. "And of course there are alternatives if that's what you want-"

"No." She said quickly, startling Slughorn. She took a deep breath. "Sorry. No. I - it was just unexpected."

He nodded and passed her the box of tissues sat upon his desk.

"Everything will be alright my dear. I know it seems like the worst thing at the moment but-"

"It's a surprise, is all." She said swiftly. She did not want to have this conversation with anyone , let alone a doctor who she had no relationship with.

"Yes, well." He wheeled his chair back to his monitor and began tapping at his keyboard. "Let me just get you that prescription."

Hermione tuned him out.

Pregnant.

She was fucked. So so so utterly fucked.

"Mama."

Hermione blinked and suddenly found herself with tears in her eyes again as she walked out of Dr. Slughorn's office and found Tom standing, Olivia bouncing in his arms and smiling at her, waiting for her.

Oh Tom.

"Are you ok?" He asked when she'd taken a deep breath and moved towards them. "You look paler than I've ever seen you."

She couldn't look at him. Not now. Perhaps not ever again.

Because there was only one person who could be the father of her unborn child. And it wasn't the man standing before her. Couldn't be the man whom, up until a few weeks ago, she'd been in the process of divorcing.

She blinked, jerked her head and reached for Olivia.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, doing her best to smile at her daughter. Her beautiful daughter with Tom's dark hair and her nose and his ungodly long eyelashes and -

She wondered what her and Draco's child would look like. If they would have his blond hair or her mousy brown. If they'd be blessed with his sharp features or her pudgy ones.

Narcissas words from their dinner taunted her.

She could feel Tom looking at her. Feel his eyes studying her face. He could probably see the remains of her mascara from where it had run down her cheeks. Probably noticed how blotchy her cheeks undoubtedly were too after all of her crying.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and it took all of her willpower not to flinch under his touch.

She didn't deserve his comfort. Not anymore.

But oh how she wanted to melt into him. He was her husband - the man she'd loved for close to half of her life and the father of her children but she was a grown up now. She couldn't live her life without thinking about the consequences of her actions and Draco - God she loved him too didn't she. And wasn't that just ironic.

She let Tom lead them back to his car but she barely remembered walking to it. All she could focus on was Olivia's smiley face and the sound of Tom's voice as he pulled off into the afternoon traffic. She vaguely remembered him mentioning something about dinner and then in the blink of an eye they were back home - having somehow picked Alexander up from school in the process.

She sleepwalked into the house. Straight up the stairs and into her bedroom. Tom found her there, sitting on the edge of the bed, a little while later.

"What's wrong?"

She couldn't tell him. And she didn't have to, right? She was only seven weeks along. She didn't have to tell either of them yet. Soon yes, but not yet.

She shrugged and gave him a shy smile. "Nothing. Just tired I guess."

He moved into the room and pulled her into him, his hands resting on her hips as he looked down at her. Hermione swallowed as his eyes flirted across her face.

"You're sure."

She nodded. He frowned but nodded and dipped his head and kissed her gently.

"I was thinking we could have pasta for dinner. There's some chicken in the fridge and -"

"You're going to cook?"

He laughed. "Well, I can. Unless you want to-"

"I want you to. I," she paused, took a deep breath and met his eye. "If I don't get my memories back I want this one."

"Of me cooking?"

"Of you cooking," she confirmed with a grin. "I'm sure you're much better now than you were ten years ago," she said with a smirk, stepping out of his embrace and out of the room.

"Pot calling the kettle black Mrs. Riddle." He called after her. She faltered on the steps of the stairs and inhaled sharply. She wouldn't be Mrs. Riddle for much longer.

The rest of the day passed in a blur.

Tom followed her down the stairs and pressed a glass of wine into her hand as she sat at the kitchen table and helped Alexander with his homework. Olivia moved around the kitchen, playing at her feet, sitting beside her and colouring in, climbing into Tom's arm's and helping him stir the spaghetti sauce before Alexander joined them and the three of them finished making the dinner.

It was unfair.

She was so angry at herself, at Tom, at this Daphne.

Even Draco didn't escape her ire in her head. It wasn't very gentlemanly to swoop in on a woman who had only been split from her husband for 3 months and -

No. It was her. She was the one that had made that decision.

She stared down into her glass which undrank in her hand, chilled as it had been when Tom had passed it to her, it was now a warm glass of liquid that Hermione imagined would taste as bitter as she felt.

It was unfair.

But it was more unfair to Tom at this moment to keep up with this charade which she knew would have to end.

She closed her eyes and blinked back her tears as her family joined her at the table.

Dinner passed just as quickly as the rest of the day had and then she and the kids were spilling into the living room as Tom tidied the kitchen and gave her a few minutes alone.

Tonight. She would have to tell him tonight because the thought of leading him on -

"You look exhausted," he said, collapsing onto the sofa beside her.

"Long day."

"Hmmmm." He lifted Olivia into his lap just as he lifted his left arm for Hermion to curl up beneath.

She breathed him in. His aftershave a soothing balm to how she was feeling, the warmth seeping from him a blanket she never wanted to let go of. Tears leaked from her eyes, again .

At least she knew now why she had been so weepy the past few weeks.

When they had swept the kids up the stairs into baths and pyjamas and met each other in the hall once more, both kids passed out in their beds, Hermione let herself be pulled into Tom's arms once more.

"I'm sorry," she said, barely a whisper.

His hand stroked down over her head and rested at her waist,

He pulled her close and Hermione let him tip her head back and met his lips with her own. It was a kiss like none of the others they'd shared over the past few weeks and Hermione let her tears fall as she leaned up into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I should go," he murmured softly against her lips.

Hermione didn't let her eyes flick to the bedroom behind him and simply nodded, stepping out of his embrace. He snagged her hand as they made their way downstairs and she felt his thumb rub over the rough diamonds of her engagement and wedding rings, his lips curling into a smirk.

Hermione swallowed and tried not to think about how she was going to have to remove them, again , when she broke up with him, again.

"I'll see you in a few days," he said, slipping his arms into his coat having finally released her. He stepped forward and swept one hand into her unbound hair and angled her head up to meet his eye.

"Are you sure you're going to be ok?"

She nodded. "I'm fine." She managed a wane smile and brought her lips to the palm of his hand that was cradling her face. "I'll see you in a few days.

He nodded and then he was gone, the front door clicking shut, and she was alone.

"Alexander, slow down. It's not a race."

Alexander did not slow down. He barely threw her a look of contempt over his shoulder as he quickly walked along the footpath towards school.

"I told you, " he called back still not looking at her, ""we have a game of football in the playground and we're already late"

Hermione pushed Olivia along in her pram and rolled her eyes at the back of his head. She glanced down at her watch, not the one Tom had purchased for her whilst they had still been at university but another incredibly beautiful one at that. She hadn't seen the one he had brought her since she'd lost her memory.

"Bye mum," Alexander shouted, making it to the playground a few seconds before her as he dumped his bag and ran onto the asphalt ground. The bell wasn't due to ring for another ten minutes so she stood and watched him, a smile making its way onto her lips.

She'd spend almost all of her teenage years watching her friends and then Toim playing football. It looked like she had a good few years of watching her son playing football ahead of her too.

The bell rang and Hermione smiled, turning on her heel to make the walk back to the house when she spotted Pansy and Ginny standing a few feet away.

She still hadn't spoken to Ginny in the weeks since she had snapped at her but the woman had made no effort either, despite what Harry had said.

She lifted her hand anyway and rolled her eyes when Ginny sniffed and stalked off away from Pansy, who only rolled her own eyes at her sister in law before she strode the short distance between her and Hermione.

"Ignore her."

Hermione snorted. "Not difficult considering she's still not speaking to me."

"You know what she's like."

Hermione only hummed and let Pansy take over pushing the pram as they made their way back to Hermione's.

"How are you feeling?"

Hermione shrugged noncommittally. She still hadn't told anyone about the pregnancy and if she was being honest with herself, she was avoiding it.

She remembered cradling her stomach and touching it repeatedly when she'd been pregnant with Alexander, even before she'd had a bump. But she felt no similar urge this time - as if she ignored it it wouldn't happen.

"Are you excited for your date tonight?"

Hermione couldn't help the way her lips twitched, the desire to smile so great.

"I am."

She was. Because no matter how much the past few days had hurt, how much she was dreading the devastation at letting Tom go and getting a divorce it wasn't as if she was going to be alone.

Draco was amazing. He was good with her, with the kids, he had a good job, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

It didn't hurt that he was one of the most handsome and fit men she'd encountered in her life. His intensity was different to Tom's and the few times they'd had dates they'd more often than not, ended with her spread over his lap with his hands dangerously close to where she needed him to be.

Sure a baby and engagement all within a year of first getting together was a lot but she'd already lost so much time.

She wasn't upset that this was going to be her future - she was just anxious about how both men in her life were going to take it.

Pansy smirked, as if she could read the direction Hermione's thoughts had taken but she said nothing and as they reached Hermione's driveway she simply smirked and leaned over to press a kiss to Hermione's cheek.

"I'll see you later," she said, fixing the collar of her coat. "Don't forget their overnight bags when we meet at the school later."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "They really don't need to stay over, you know."

Pansy smirked, and Hermione swallowed at the suggestion in it. "Nonetheless," they will be staying over just in case you decide to have a sleepover of your own."

Hermione snorted and Pansy laughed as she turned on her heel and continued on down the path.

"Where are we?" Hermione asked, shifting uncomfortably as Draco pulled into a long driveway. Her eyes flitted over the hedges and flowers and -

"Is that a peacock?" She turned to look at Draco who was doing his best not to cringe.

"Yes."

"Draco," she began slowly, "where are we?"

"It's my mother's birthday," he said, slowing the car to a stop. He turned the engine off and turned to look at her. Hermione's eyes flicked over him then behind him as she saw the myriad of other vehicles also parked outside the massive house they'd stopped in front of.

"We're having dinner with your parents?"

He grimaced and lifted her hand into his, his fingers running over her own bare ones. She'd taken her rings off earlier that day and tried not to think about how she'd never wear them again.

"My entire extended family, I'm afraid."

She gaped at him.

"I am incredibly overdressed."

He smirked and leaned over the console, one hand wrapping around her neck, his fingers drumming against the space there. "You look perfect," he murmured before kissing her.

Hermione sighed into the kiss and then let him pull back.

She tried not to wipe her hands on the skirt of her dress as they climbed the steps of the country house. Hermione wondered if it was considered a national trust site considering how obviously refined it was.

They'd barely taken a few steps into the foyer when there was a boy, no older than Olivia, careening across the space and into Draco's arms.

His cousin, Teddy.

Hermione couldn't stop the grin as she watched the pair of them. For all the time she had spent with Draco over the past few weeks, she hadn't seen him interact with Alexander and Olivia at all.

She was so busy watching them laughing, jostling about as they were that she didn't notice Narcissa until the older woman was standing beside her.

"They're very close," she said and Hermione jolted, her eyes flicking over Draco's mother before she turned to Draco and Teddy once more.

"I can see that," she murmured quietly before leaning forward and brushing her lips over Narcissa's painted cheeks. "Happy Birthday," she said, passing the gift Draco had pulled from the backseat of her car into the woman's hands.

She smiled widely at Hermione and linked her arm through Hermione's. "Thank you dear, now," she turned them in the direction of what Hermione assumed was the dining room, "come meet everyone."

"You're very quiet."

It hadn't been a dining room, but a ballroom. There were no other words for the large extravagant room Narcissa had escorted Hermione to.

She'd then proceeded to introduce Hermione to every guest there.

"This is Hermione," she'd said to almost everyone and they'd all simply hummed with recognition. Hermione had tried not to show how uncomfortable she was that all of these people seemed to know who she was when she barely knew herself.

Draco had finally relieved her from his mother and stayed by her side the remainder of the evening.

"Just tired," she said, turning from the window to look at him with a smile. "That was a lot."

He snorted and Hermione suppressed a laugh. Bit of an understatement.

"Your family are wonderful," she said instead and Draco's eyes lit up at her assessment but it was only a few minutes later when he spoke.

"They could be your family too if you wanted." He said it so quietly, as if he said it too loudly someone would snatch it from the air.

Hermione didn't reply but she did nod and linked her fingers with his.

She had to tell him. Soon. It wasn't fair to let him continue to worry when she knew she belonged with him.

She swallowed and steeled herself.

"I want you to come over on wednesday."

He glanced at her, his eyes bright.

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "Yes. It's Halloween. I want you to come trick or treating with me and the kids." His smile split his face and Hermione couldn't help but smile right back at him.

"Yes, of course." His fingers squeezed hers. "I can't wait."

Hermione just leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Good."

This was the right thing to do. She'd watched him with Teddy this evening and knew that she needed to let him back into her life, the way he so obviously had been before her accident. They were going to be a family - the two of them, Olivia, Alexander and their unborn child. She let her free hand rest on her stomach for the first time and smiled.

Everything was going to work out.

Hermione was glad of the company when her front door opened the next afternoon and Pansy ushered in Rose and Alexander before pushing the pram over the lip of the door and into the empty hall.

"Hi baby girl," she said, taking Olivia from Pansy's arms and making her way into the living room.

Alexander had quickly hugged her waist before dragging Rose up the stairs and Hermione could hear them above her, traipsing about and no doubt making a mess of the room she had tidied earlier.

She pressed her face to Olivia's head and stroked her hands over her, trying to glean some of that new baby smell she knew was long gone.

Pansy entered the room with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Hermione watched her pour two glasses, press one into her hand and drop onto the sofa beside her.

"I don't know how Ginny manages," she said, gulping her wine down and reaching for the bottle once more. "I barely managed with Rose and as much as I love your kids," she said with a laugh, "I'm glad I'm only leaving with one."

Hermione laughed and let Olivia scramble from her lap. She put the glass of wine, still untouched, on the coffee table between them and watched Olivia make her way to the corner of the room where her toys were stacked.

"Drink up Granger," Pansy said, flicking her trainers off and curling up on the sofa. "I know you. You won't tell me anything juicy about last night if you've not had a drink."

Hermione blushed.

She would not be sharing how Draco had pressed her up against the wall of her porch last night when he'd dropped her off. His lips had dragged across her throat licking and nipping whilst both his hands had dragged up the bare skin of her legs, his fingertips barely skimming over the front of the underwear she had chosen to wear.

Hermione wasn't sure how she'd resisted thrusting into his hand and begging him to get her off right there and then. She knew there was no way he hadn't been able to feel the heat coming from her.

"Nothing happened."

Pansy snorted, "that is why you need to drink up," she leaned forward, snagged the glass and pressed it into Hermione's hand. She clutched the glass and looked between it and Pansy.

"I can't," she said quietly.

Pansy waved a hand dismissively, "the kids are fine. One glass of wine won't make a difference."

Hermione grimaced. "That's not it."

"Well then what is it? The last time you refused a glass of wine-" Pansy broke off her eyes widening. "Oh fuck." It was a whisper.

Hermione couldn't speak, she only nodded.

"How?"

Hermione snorted and Pansy rolled her eyes, the shock disappearing from her face. "You know what I mean. When?"

Hermione shrugged. "Before my accident , I guess. I'll be eight weeks on Friday." She met Pansy's eye. "I haven't told anyone else."

Pansy's eyes widened momentarily and then she was beside Hermione wrapping her arms around her.

"Thank you for telling me," she pressed a hand between them and smiled at Hermione. Hermione couldn't remember ever seeing her smile as warmly. "And congratulations."

Hermione offered her a shaky smile. "Thanks."

Pansy pulled back but she clasped Hermione's hand in her own. "You're not excited?"

"I'm just overwhelmed," she replied. "I haven't told Draco yet."

"What are you going to do?"

Hermione nodded. "I haven't told Tom either. I don't know when I'm going to tell him but I know I have to." She took a deep breath, "and I know I need to break up with him. Officially." She nodded her head as if she was trying to convince herself. She twisted in her seat and looked at Pansy.

"It's the right thing to do. It's not fair on Draco for me to continue to see Tom. Not when I'm pregnant with his child."

"You don't have to be with someone just because you're having the baby," Pansy said quietly and Hermione smiled sadly at her friend. She was the only person who hadn't been trying to push her into a relationship with either Draco or Tom."

"I know. But," she took a deep breath and wished she could reach for the glass of wine that now lay forgotten before them. "I want to. I - I love him."

It was the first time she'd admitted it to herself. She did love him. No matter how badly things were no doubt about to be with Tom. She couldn't wait to be with Draco.

Pansy nodded with a sad smile and pulled her into another hug. They were still pressed tightly together on the couch, Olivia playing at their feet when Hermione heard the front door open and then Ron was standing there, smiling widely as Olivia caught sight of him and ran into his arms.

Hermione had to admit, she was relieved that she had so many friends in her life who were obviously as close to her and her kids as she'd always dreamed they'd be.

"What's up with you two?" He asked, dropping a bag onto the floor by the door then crossing the room to sit on the sofa beside Pansy, who immediately left Hermione's embrace to cuddle up beside her husband.

"Nothing," Pansy said immediately. "We're just hormonal emotional women who are crying about how terrible this wine is."

Ron snorted but said nothing as he pressed a kiss to Pansy's nose.

"Keep your secrets then," he said but there was no bite to his words.

Pansy squeezed Hermione's hand then stood/ "I'll go get Rose."

She had just disappeared from sight when Ron turned to her. "Are you ok?"

Hermione snorted and lifted Olivia from his arms. "I'm fine."

Ron glanced her over and hummed. Hermione hadn't forgotten how quiet her friend got when he was contemplating.

"As long as you're sure," he said. "How's your memory?" he asked instead and Hermione sighed.

"Still gone."

He sighed. "That's not great."

Hermione shook her head. "Not really, no."

"And Draco? Tom?"

She tried not to stiffen. "What about them?"

"Have you decided?"

She snorted. "They're not paint colours. It's not that easy."

He chuckled and relaxed back on the couch. "That's a no then."

"Actually I -"

"Not that it matters to me," he said, interrupting her.

She could feel her eyebrows lift as she looked at him.

"It doesn't?"

"Of course not," he said, "as long as you're happy." He flicked his eyes up from Olivia on the floor and met hers. "That's all that matters."

Hermione leaned forward and wrapped him into her arms. "Thank you."

"That's all you ever wanted for me," he grunted in reply but Hermione felt a lot better about everything. He pulled back and looked down at her. "You've always just wanted me to be happy."

Hermione smiled and leaned back into his embrace. Ron had always relaxed her in a way no one else did.

A throat clearing jolted them both and Hermione blushed at the sight of Pansy watching them with a smirk.

"Don't worry," she said, laughing as Hermione untangled herself from Ron. "I don't think there's any chance of you two running off together."

Ron sighed dramatically as he stood. "You wound me Parkinson, Hermione would be lucky to have me."

"She doesn't like dirty socks strewn about her living room," Pansy said looking at her nails. Hermione couldn't help her blush this time as she watched Ron clutch Pansy to his chest.

"Hilarious," he said, pressing a kiss to his wife's lips.

Then they were moving towards the front door but Hermione's eyes snagged on the bag Ron had forgotten. She grabbed it and strode behind them.

"You forgot this." she said, reaching the bag towards them.

"Oh," Pansy said, blinking at the sight of it. She turned to Ron and murmured a quiet 'thank you' before looking at Hermione. "They're for you."

Hermione looked into the bag. It was filled with costumes. "For Halloween," Hermione muttered. She flashed Pansy a grim smile. "Thanks. I'd completely forgotten they would need costumes."

Ron was already out the door but Pansy smirked as she shoved her arms into her coat. "But I, the great and wonderful Pansy, did not."

Hermione was still laughing as Alex stomped down the stairs and proclaimed he was 'starving'.

Hermione glanced at the time as she waited at the school gates the next afternoon.

She tried not to feel ill at the sight of notification that she'd missed three calls.

All from Tom.

She'd been mixing rice krispies into chocolate and baking a myriad of other halloween treats that afternoon, Olivia graciously helping by dipping her fingers into any empty bowls she could get her hands on, when the phone had rang the first time.

She hadn't even glanced at it.

And when it had rang a second time as she was cleaning Olivia up and getting ready herself she hadn't had a chance to grab it before it rang out.

She knew she was purposely avoiding her husband when it rang for a third time and she was staring right at it.

She was so distracted about the fact she was eventually going to have to speak to him, especially when he would be picking Alexander up tomorrow afternoon and bringing him home, that she didn't notice the red headed woman standing beside her until she spoke.

"I wanted to apologise."

Hermione turned to look at her but said nothing as Ginny, obviously nervous, wrung her hands together.

"I shouldn't have been such a judgy bitch."

That forced a laugh from Hermione but Ginny simply continued.

"You have been my friend for a long time. And I should have been more supportive. Especially with everything you're going through."

Hermione froze and met the other woman's eye. "Everything I'm going through?" She asked carefully.

Ginny waved a hand between them. "Your accident, forgetting the past decade. All of it."

Hermione loosed a breath and nodded. She knew that Pansy would never have told Ginny. She doubted she'd even told Ron.

"Anyway," Ginny continued, oblivious to Hermione's inner turmoil. "I'm sorry. And I wanted to invite you and the kid's over to ours this evening. We're going to have a little get together before taking the kids out."

Hermione nodded then embraced her friend. "That sounds lovely but…" she trailed off.

"But?" Ginny prodded, looking expectantly at Hermione.

"Draco will be there too."

Hermione watched Ginny try and fail to suppress her grin. "That's fine," she said, though her voice was a tad higher than usual. She cleared her throat and Hermione tried not to smirk. "Teddy will be there so I'm sure he'll fit right in."

"Mum. Can James come over to play?"

Hermione turned to find her son watching her with puppy dog eyes and snorted. She wrapped her arm around him, squeezing him into a quick hug but shook her head.

"No. But you'll see him later. We're going to his house before trick or treating."

He;d already escaped her clutches and ran towards Harry and his friend.

"We'll see you later then," Ginny said, sounding smug. Hermione rolled her eyes only to laugh when she caught Harry watching her. She lifted her hand and waved just as he nudged Alexander in her direction and her son reluctantly left them and made his way towards Hermione.

Draco's car was waiting in the driveway when they turned the corner and the man himself was leaning against her front door looking like - Hermione swallowed and let go of Alexander's hand as he ran towards her boyfriend.

"Draco!"

"Hey buddy," he said, lifting Alex into his arms. "Good day at school?"

"The best," Alexander said and Hermione's eyebrows lifted in surprise. She'd barely gotten an 'okay' from him when she'd asked him the exact same question on the walk home.

Draco grinned down at her son and Hermione's stomach kicked up with butterflies as he turned his gaze on her. "Hi."

"Hi," she said, letting him press a kiss to her cheek. "Have you been here long?"

He shrugged as she slipped the key into the door and they all traipsed into the house, Draco carefully lifting the pram with a sleeping Olivia into the hall. "About ten minutes."

Hermione nodded and slipping her coat off made her way into the kitchen and flicked the kettle. She heard Draco come up behind her and relaxed into his arms when he put one around her waist and the other on the worktop.

His mouth moved over her neck and Hermione shuddered.

Pregnancy hormones, that's what she was blaming for the sudden wetness pooling in her knickers.

"Draco."

"Don't worry," he rasped, "It's just a kiss." The erection he was pressing against her arse suggested otherwise and she felt a thrill go through her at the obvious way he wanted her.

She hummed beneath him and turned in his arms though, letting one of her own drape over his shoulder, her fingers toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

"Likely story Malfoy," she said brushing her lips against his. He froze beneath her touch and she opened her eyes to see him staring intently down at her.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, it's just," he blinked. "You haven't called me Malfoy in a long time."

She nodded. "Before the accident." He brushed his lips against hers again, barely a whisper of a kiss.

He nodded. "Before the accident," he said then his tongue was pressing into her mouth and his hands were gripping her hips and Hermione was seriously considering letting him lift her arse up onto the worktop, flicking open the button of her jeans and slipping his hand between her legs.

"I'm hungry," Alex's voice filled the room and Hermione snorted as Draco sighed and let her slip from his grip.

"You can have a sandwich then get ready to go To Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry's," Hermione said, passing him one she'd made specifically for this very moment earlier.

"Potters?" Draco said from behind her and Hermione nodded, grimacing.

"Yes, sorry, I meant to tell you but I got distracted." He only smirked, his eyes glinting dangerously as he took a step towards her.

Hermione snorted and stepped around him. "Ginny and I made up and they've invited us to a small party before we go trick or treating later."

Draco swept a hand through his hair, his jumper lifting and displaying a sliver of skin. Hermione's hands gripped the chair she was holding onto for support.

Lest she jump him where he stood.

"That's good," he said, staring across the table at her like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"I'm finished," Alexander said, oblivious to the tension. He turned and looked up at Hermione, "I want to get ready now."

"I'll get him ready," Draco said, walking around the table, his hand ghosting over Hermione's bare arm - she shivered and glared at him. The bastard - before he took Alexander's hand and led him out of the room. "Don't let your tea go cold," he said before he disappeared from the room.

Hermione counted to ten, taking a deep breath with every second.

Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Hermione was feeding Olivia an early dinner when she heard the front door open. She looked up confused at the sound when her heart dropped into her stomach at the sight of Tom entering the kitchen.

"Hey," he said, grinning at the sight of her. He dropped the bags he was holding at his feet and crossed the room in three short strides. He had pulled her up and into his arms before she even realised what was happening and then his lips were pressed to hers and his tongue was in her mouth and her hands were wrapped around his neck and dear sweet baby Jesus she was so literally figuratively fucked.

She pulled back from him and placed her hands on his shoulders, ready to shove him away from her if he tried to kiss her again.

Her eyes flicked to the doorway behind her.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean"? He asked, his eyes narrowing in what Hermione knew was confusion. "It's Halloween."

Hermione stared up at him blankly. What did Halloween have anything to do with anything?

He cursed and dragged a hand roughly over his face.

"Halloween is our holiday," he said quietly, his hands sliding down her arms and tugging her back into her seat as he slipped into the one beside her.

"Hi baby." he murmured quietly to Olivia who only squealed at the sight of her father. He turned back to look at Hermione. "We do family costumes every Halloween." He swallowed. "I forgot that you wouldn't remember."

She grasped his hand and grimaced. "Sorry."

"It's fine," he said and now he was smiling as he stood. Hermione stood on shaky legs as she watched him cross the room and begin to pull costumes out of the bag. "We decided on Scooby doo and the gang this year-"

"Tom."

"Alexander is going to bring that massive teddy of his for scooby doo and Olivia will be Daphne -"

She was the worst person ever.

"Tom," she tried again.

"-I'll be Fred and you're Daphne."

Hermione blanched and Tom seemed to remember. "Not a great coincidence," he muttered.

She shook her head and then remembered it didn't really matter that he'd brought them matching family halloween costumes because they were not going to be wearing them.

"But it's fine," he said, shaking his head and approaching her once more. "It doesn't matter."

Alexander's laugh floated down the stairs towards them and Hermione caught herself.

"You have to go."

"What's wrong?" Tom asked, taking another step towards her. Hermione's arms wrapped around herself as her eyes flicked between Tom and the door.

"Hermione."

She closed her eyes, begging the tears gathering there not to fall.

Stupid pregnancy hormones.

"Please Tom."

"Tell me what's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong. I just want you to go. I - I'll call you later and-"

"Hi dad."

Hermione's heart plummeted further. She was definitely going to be sick.

She watched Tom turn towards their son.

"Hey buddy," he started and then she saw him stiffen when he spotted who else has entered the kitchen.

She watched them stare at each other for approximately five seconds before she regained her senses. She lifted Olivia from the high chair and quickly wiped her mouth and hands.

"Alex," she said, beckoning him forwards, "take your sister into the living room."

"But mum-"

"Just do it Alex," Tom interrupted and that was the end of that.

Alex took Olivia by the hand and Hermione called behind him, "you can watch the tv until it's time to go."

She heard the television switch on and was glad her son enjoyed watching it turned all the way up because she didn't want him to hear anything that was about to be said.

"Malfoy."

"Riddle."

She sighed, exasperated and wondered if she really had to go trick or treating at all. "Please don't," she said to no one in particular coming to stand between them now Draco had moved further into the room.

"I'm sorry I didn't remember about our halloween plans," she said to Tom, careful to keep her arms folded so she didn't reach for him. "But I made plans with Draco." She stared up at Tom but he was only glaring at the man behind her and jerked her heads towards the hall. "You have to go."

She watched him breath harshly through his nose before he finally flicked his gaze to her. "Fine."

She winced. "I am sorry."

He shook his head and wrapped her in his arms before she could stop him. "It's fine," he murmured quietly into her hair. He pulled back and looked down at her. "I'll speak to you later?"

She could only nod up at him and then he was moving. She breathed a sigh of relief until she saw him stop before Draco, who was smirking.

She was going to kill him.

She rubbed her eyes, exasperated.

"Don't get too comfortable Malfoy," she heard Tom sneer. "You're just a temporary-"

He never got to finish his sentence because Draco had swung his foist back and Punched him in the mouth.

Hermione gaped at him.

"Draco. Stop -"

Her words were drowned out by the grunt Tom exhaled before he turned around and punched Draco.

She had lost the ability to speak. Horrified at the pair of them scrapping like ten year olds in the middle of her kitchen.

"You bastard," Draco seethed, wiping his nose with the sleeve of the jumper Hermione had been admiring only twenty minutes ago.

"Me?" Tom sneered. "I'm not the one who jumped into bed with someone else's wife."

Hermione's head was throbbing.

"Stop." She was too quiet though. They couldn't hear her over the taunting they were giving each other.

"She's not going to be married to you for much longer," Draco sneered back and Hermione stared at him. She'd never seen him sneer at anyone before.

Tom smirked and Hermione closed her eyes at the sight.

"We'll see," he said.

"Please stop," she said again. They had to stop.

But they weren't listening and then they were at each other's throat again and she couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I'm pregnant."

She saw Tom freeze but Draco was still speaking, ignoring her and she had to stop them fighting.

"I'm pregnant."

Silence.

She couldn't bear to look at Tom and turned towards Draco.

"What?" he breathed.

She swallowed and rested a hand on her stomach. Tears slipped down her face and she silently begged for Tom to leave. To storm out and -

She jolted at the feel of Draco's hand sliding over her own and stared down at him as he stared at her non-existent bump.

"Pregnant."

The front door slammed.

She'd gotten her wish.