Late September and Early October 1940

The next weeks go by in a blur of work. Most days they collapse into bed as their ward constantly fills and empties with both injured soldiers and civilians leaving London after the Blitz.

They decided to call the little boy who was checked in on their first day, "Johnny." He still hadn't moved, although his fever had broken after a week. No matter how busy Hermione's day was, she always made a point to go and sit with the boy, often reading him from a book and holding his hand at the end of her shift. Something about him and his magic called to her. She became the go to person for all his care and most of the other nurses deferred to her about what he needed.

Healer Lawrence Pye, an old, rather crabby Wizard, rarely deigned to speak to them, unless it was about the little boy. Hermione didn't really like Healer Pye and Draco lost all respect for him when he made a comment about Hermione's Blood Status. Healer Ernest Rosier was an upbeat, charming man who constantly flitted around the ward, entertaining everyone, and often flirting with the nurses and female patients. Hermione actually quite enjoyed chatting with him, and enjoyed the little jealous responses he brought out in Draco.

One afternoon after they took over from Ernest, he told her a funny story while he was debriefing her on the activities of the day. She threw her head back and laughed so heartily that she had to readjust her cap. After he bounded away, Draco dragged her into the storage closet when no one was looking.

"What did Doctor Ernest say to you that was so funny?" he growled.

Hermione chuckled at him and rolled her eyes, "He was telling me a story about little Nancy. She was discharged today and wanted to make sure that I heard about her plans for her stuffed pig. Why? Are you jealous, Doctor Malcolm?" she purred.

"I'm not jealous!" he said rather petulantly.

"Really? You've always looked good in green, but I don't think that this is the right shade," she said, turning away to reenter the Ward.

"I look good in everything, Princess," he growled as he pinned her against the shelves. "And you, you look good with your skirt shoved up around your waist and my cock between your thighs." She whimpered. "Do you want to see, Princess?" he asked, inching her skirt higher.

"Y-yes please, Draco," she moaned. He rather unceremoniously shoved down her knickers and palmed her.

"You're always so wet for me, aren't you?" he growled, nipping at her neck. She could only groan softly, "Now you'll have to be quiet," he continued, "we're at work."

She knew he'd cast a Muffliato, but went along with his game. He pulled her hips back and sheathed himself inside of her. "We only have a few minutes," he growled, pummeling into her. "How fast can you come for me, Princess?" he began to rub at her clit as he continued his rapid pace.

She came, the world whiting out for a few seconds, and found herself slumped against the counter, with Draco panting behind her. "Alright Draco, you've made your point. I'm yours, he can't have me, blah blah blah. I'm married to you, you prat."

"But you're not Granger. You're not married to me. What if- No this isn't a conversation for now, we can talk later," he spun and tucked himself into his trousers and left the storage room.

Hermione gaped after him, What if WHAT? She huffed and rearranged her uniform, straightening her cap. She grabbed a fresh towel and bowl to tend to Johnny. Draco Malfoy was going to be the death of her.

Draco didn't bring up his what if and Hermione was waiting for him to start the conversation. She was a little embarrassed to admit that she hoped that he was interested in marrying her. It was absurd. They'd just reconnected. They hadn't even said "I love you."

Finally after a few days, while they were eating dinner, Hermione set her fork down and looked up at him, he was scanning the Muggle Newspaper and didn't notice her gaze right away. His hair was freshly washed and falling over his glasses. The scar across his face looked a little red, which wasn't uncommon with Cursed Scars.

She cleared her throat. "Draco," she started. He dragged his eyes up to her slowly, a bit begrudgingly leaving the pages of the paper.

"Yes, Princess?" he asked.

"I love you."

He gaped at her. Honestly if the statement hadn't been quite so serious, she would have laughed at his face. His face paled even further, highlighting his scar even more. "Y-You what?"

"I love you," she said matter-of-factly.

He narrowed his eyes at her, "Why?"

"W-Why?" She sputtered. "What kind of question is that?"

"Hermione, two weeks ago I had to essentially bribe you to go on a date with me with promises of apologies. How could you fall in love that fast?" he sighed.

"You, Draco Malfoy," she said standing to her full height and crossing her arms, "do not get to tell me how fast I am and am not allowed to fall in love with you. You're the one who's so bloody charming and sweet and has such an excellent cock-"

He stood quickly and picked her up under her bum and spun around. "Say it again."

She smirked down at him. "What?"

"Please, Princess," he begged.

"Cock?" she teased.

He groaned. "I do adore hearing filthy words come out of your mouth, Princess, but we both know that's not what I want to hear."

"Well now I'm embarrassed because you questioned me," she pouted.

"Do you want me to say it?" he whispered, lowering her to the floor.

"I only want you to say what you mean, Draco," she said, dropping her gaze.

He lifted her chin, "Hermione Jean Granger, I love you. I have since at least Sixth Year. I-" he cut himself off.

"Don't do that, Draco," she said looking up at him. "Say whatever it is, I can handle it."

"I feel like I pressured you into saying it," he said sheepishly. "Because of the other day, I didn't want to bring it up because I didn't want you to feel like you-"

"Shut up," she said firmly. "When has Hermione Granger ever done something she doesn't want to? I won't lie, it did throw me for a loop, but I found that I liked having a jealous husband. I'm just going to trust myself on this one. I've known you since we were eleven and even then I thought there was someth-"

"You want a jealous husband, Granger?" he said through kisses. "Please say it again, Princess," he groaned.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy."

Wednesday, October 16, 1940 (39 Days in the Past)

"Draco," Hermione asked tentatively as she was getting ready for their shift.

"Yes, love?" he said, popping his head into the bathroom as he adjusted his tie.

"Erm, how do you think our travels will have affected my- er my flow?"

"Well," he said, rubbing his eyebrow where his scar bisected it. "The stress could affect it quite a bit I'm sure you know, but you said you're on Muggle birth control, right?"

She pointed to the package that held the Pill that was on the counter. "Mmmhmm, have been for ages."

"Princess," he said awkwardly, "I mean this in the least intrusive way, but how much do you weigh?"

"Why would you ask that?" she asked, crossing her arms, feeling embarrassed.

"Well love," he said, stepping closer to her and boxing her into the sink. "Many birth control methods lose effectiveness after about 13 stone (88kg, 195lb)."

"Oh," she groaned, "I-I'm more than that…"

"Mmm," he leaned in and ran his tongue along her neck, "I know, and I love it. Fuck, Princess if we didn't have to go to our shift I'd take you again right here."

Hermione flushed, but smiled shyly. "Draco," she stopped and pushed him back a bit from her neck, "Could I be-"

"Oh fuck, Hermione," he groaned, resting his head on her shoulder. "I know we didn't plan it, but with the way we-" he gripped her hips and ground into her. "I can do the detection charm?"

She nodded and he pulled out his wand. They watched as the light over her stomach glowed golden. She just stared at it. They both did. She looked up at him, and saw tears pooling in his eyes. "Hermione I-"

"It's so fast," she whispered.

"I don't want to force you either way, but regardless of what you choose, I'll be here, Hermione. I-" he choked off. "I want you in my life however you'll have me. And I'd be honoured to have children with you, if that's what you want, but I don't want you to feel like you have t-"

She pulled him in for a deep kiss. "Give my brain a second, Draco." She leaned her forehead against his, looking down at the golden light emanating from her stomach. "I've always wanted kids but we're only twenty five and we're not really married."

"I'll marry you, for real, Granger. You know I will, I'd-"

"I need to think about it," she murmured. "It's so fast. I-"

"You take the day off, Granger. I'll give the matron your excuses. I-" he leaned in and kissed her, lifting her onto the sink top. "I just want to tell you how fucking sexy you'll look when you're filled with my child, but I don't want that to influence your dec-"

"Shut up, Draco," she said with a chuckle. "I just need a bit of time to think. Go to work and I'll see how I'm feeling later."

When Draco came back from his shift, Hermione had drafted a pros and cons list. She was sitting just staring at the paper in front of her, smiling softly with her hand on her stomach.

Should Hermione and Draco have a baby?

For:

They would be very cute

H&D are in love

I'd want his kids eventually

My gut reaction was "yes"

My Magic says "yes"

I already have names picked out

I can't imagine not being with Draco

Against:

We're stuck in 1940

What if we can't go home?

We're in the middle of bloody WWII

We've only been together a little over a month.

The epidural doesn't exist

We're not actually married

Would they have a hard life having us as parents?

Will this disqualify him from his inheritance?

Fuck it. You know the answer is YES, just bloody get on with it!

He sat down across from her, so she slid him the paper. He read through it, and chuckled a few times. "If we have to stay here the rest of our lives, I'm okay with that," he said, holding her hand. "I'll marry you in a heartbeat, Hermione, that one isn't even a question. I'll bloody invent the epidural just for you. If we can get home, we'll figure out how to make sure our kid doesn't have a hard time because of us. I'm the Paterfamilias for the Black and Malfoy lines, I don't have an 'inheritance' anymore. I can do whatever I want."

She grinned at him, "Noted."

"Okay so cons list sorted," he said smirking. "You want to have my adorable babies, hmm Granger?" she flushed, but nodded. "What are these names you have picked out?"

"Scorpius Richard Malfoy or Cassiopeia Jean Malfoy, a Black tradition and my parents' names," she said, shyly.

"Fuck, Princess," he said standing and coming to kneel at her side. "Are we really doing this?" she nodded and he leaned forward and peppered kisses on her abdomen.

He adjusted his stance so that he was on one knee. "Alright," he said, clearing his throat, "then I have something to ask. I know that none of how we went about things was traditional, and that neither of us would ever guess that this was where we'd be, but here we are. Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me? For real?"

She found tears running down her face, but nodded fervently. "This is really fast, Draco, this is crazy, but yes, yes I'll marry you. This is mad!"

"We'll have to call Unspeakable Ellesmere," Draco said, jumping up. "I'll have to get started on the wizarding epidural. I have so much to do! How far along are you? We need to find a doctor or midwife!"

"Draco!" she called, laughing, "Calm down! We have time. I can't be more than six weeks along, it's early!"

He ran back towards her and picked her up, carrying her to their bedroom. "Princess, you're going to be Mrs. Malfoy. Lady Malfoy. I'm going to buy you so many gowns and flashy jewellery."

She rolled her eyes at him, "What gave you the impression that I'd be changing my name, Draco?"

"Y-You won't change your name?" he asked, pulling up.

"Well I haven't decided anything," she said quickly, chuckling at his stunned face. "You'll just have to convince me why it would be worth my while."

"I can do that," he growled, dropping her lightly on the bed. "You're overdressed, love." With a snap of his fingers, her clothes disappeared.

She shivered as he began kissing down her neck and across her breasts, hovering over her stomach just smiling at it goofily.

Hermione beamed at him and sucked in a breath at the look in his eyes. He looked so light, so young. Hermione bit her lip trying to contain her excitement. "Princess," he said softly, looking deeply into her eyes, "I'd like to make love to you."

"Please, Draco," she whimpered. He removed his clothes and hovered over her, kissing her deeply. She felt his hand trail up and down her body, goose pimples breaking out all over her. He ran his hand down to her hip, and hitched her leg up so he could grind against her.

He teased her for ages, running his hands all over her body and kissing her slowly and languorously. He began to trail kisses down her neck and down to her chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth. "Godric!" she called, "I'm so sensitive, Draco. Please, I need you."

He slowly sunk himself into her, looking into her eyes as he did. "Oh, fuck Princess," he moaned, "I can feel you fluttering against me already." As he pushed himself into her, she could feel herself on the edge of an orgasm. "Do you want to come for me already?" he purred. When she nodded and moaned he pulled himself in and out slowly, but firmly and smiled as she came around him.

"If this is how sensitive you are for the rest of your pregnancy we're never going to make it to the Ward, love," he cooed as he began to slowly and deeply push into her. They made love for ages, he built her up slowly to another two orgasms, before he was spilling himself inside of her.

"You're going to look so fucking good round with my heir," he moaned. "Can I fill you up? Can I, love?"

"P-Please, Draco, I need it!" she moaned, feeling her orgasm overtake her. He held himself inside of her until he softened and fell out, finally collapsing next to her and pulling her into his side.

"I'm serious, love," he said, kissing the top of her head, "I cannot wait to see you bursting with my child."

"You're ridiculous, Draco," she said with a giggle. "I'm sure it will be a perfectly terrible time for both of us."

"I'll do anything to make it a perfectly wonderful time for both of us," he said, holding her closer to himself.

Sunday, October 20, 1940

The following days were a bit honeymoon-like. Hermione couldn't stop grinning at Draco and he took every opportunity possible to kiss her and pull her into corners for quick trysts. That Sunday was the last day of their "on week," and they were preparing to go and visit Hermione's grandparents to share their big news.

From the far corner Hermione heard a commotion. She rushed over to see "Johnny" blinking up at the volunteer nurse, a girl from town who wanted to learn more about nursing.

"What's happened, Lorraine?" Hermione asked.

"I came over to check his IV, and he was awake," the girl said, looking between Hermione and the boy.

"Hello, darling," Hermione said, sitting on the edge of the bed. His stiffened posture seemed to relax when she sat. "We're so glad you're awake. Can you tell us your name?"

"Pierce St. Andrew," he croaked.

Hermione reached out her hand for his, "How are you feeling? You've been out for almost a month."

"I'm feeling much better, Miss, er Missus. I remember your voice," he said, clearing his throat.

"Remember my voice?" She asked curiously.

"I used to dream about you when I was younger. I could never get a clear picture, but your voice… I thought I'd died and you were my guardian angel."

Hermione's eyes widened at that, "Where is your family, Pierce?"

"I'm a foundling," he said quietly, "they think it's because I'm half-caste-"

Hermione cringed. "Please don't use that phrase," she said, "I'm mixed race as well and I was called a lot of names when I was younger."

Hermione could feel Draco come up behind them "Hello, son," he said, "I see you've caught the attention of the prettiest nurse in here."

Pierce gaped at them and Hermione chuckled, "I'm Nurse Mia Malcolm and this is my husband, Dr. Drake Malcolm."

"Husband?" Pierce asked, looking quite shocked.

"Yes," Draco said with a chuckle, "luckiest man alive, I am. Now let's take a look at you, if you don't mind."

Pierce gripped her hand even tighter. "I won't leave you, darling," she said. Pierce flinched when Draco pulled out his wand.

"Have you seen one of these before?" Draco asked conversationally. When Pierce shook his head no, Draco continued. "Well, we're wizards, you and I, and Nurse Malcolm here is a witch."

Hermione felt Pierce flinch at "witch," but smiled at him comfortingly, "We're not how the fairytales explain us, darling," she said softly. "We'll tell you all about it after Doctor Malcolm checks you out."

Pierce nodded uncertainly. Draco waved his wand and began looking at the diagnostics. "Looks like everything is going well, but we'll want to keep an eye on you."

The rest of the day Hermione continued to check in with Pierce. Right before their shift ended, a huge influx of patients came in and Pierce's bed was pushed into a corner to allow for more room. When Healer Fawley arrived, Hermione and Draco stayed late to assist.

"Aurora," Hermione said to the Healer, "Drake and I don't feel comfortable leaving with all these new patients."

"Once they're stabilised I'll be alright," Aurora responded, "I'm sorry to ask this but could you two bring the boy with you? He needs monitoring, but we won't have the capacity."

"I think that's doable, we were going to visit some friends, but we'll move it to next month," Hermione smiled at the boy who was looking owlishly around the room.

The next hour and a half Hermione and Draco worked with Aurora and her nurse, Lois Dearborn to make sure everyone was cared for. When they were finally done, Hermione sent Draco along to call the Beckleys.

"Pierce," she said softly, "Dr. Malcolm and I are going to bring you to our cabin so we can make sure you're doing alright. Does that sound alright?"

"I think so," he said, "I won't be much trouble, I'm quite quiet and I don't eat much."

Hermione frowned at him, "Darling, you can eat as much as you want, we'd never limit that and being quiet is not a requirement in our house."

Hermione helped Pierce stand, but his legs were quite weak from malnourishment and his month-long coma so he collapsed into her a bit. Draco appeared out of nowhere and scooped the boy up with a grin. "Come along, Pierce," he said with a grin, "I've just finished preparing your room and found some clothes for you."

Pierce didn't say anything as Draco carried him through the hospital. When they got outside, he sucked in a deep breath at the fresh air. Hermione was pleased to see the soft smile on his face as he looked around. When they arrived at Cabin Twelve Hermione opened the front door and then the room that Draco had magically expanded.

"Dr. Malcolm," he cried, "this is too much, I've never had my own room."

Draco scoffed, "Well, in my house you'll have more than just your own room. Where were you living before this?" he asked as he set Pierce down on the bed.

"Er, I aged out of St. Andrews, so I've been around for a few months, and then with the explosions…"

"I won't let you go back to that," Hermione whispered, imagining what life on the street would have been like for a boy like him as she sat next to him on the bed. "I'll do whatever I need to do." She turned to Draco, questioningly.

He nodded, "I've always wanted a big family?" he chuckled.

"Y-you have a child?" Pierce asked, looking around.

"Not yet," she said smiling, "but we will soon, and I'm hoping that you'd be interested in being a big brother?"

Pierce blinked at them. "But I'm not yours," he said quietly.

Draco scoffed, "There is no way you're going to get rid of her, once she's made a decision, nothing can change it." When he saw Pierce looking a little worried between them he added, "We'd be happy to have you. I've always wanted a son and…"

"Doesn't it just feel like you belong with us?" Hermione asked. "I knew there was something the moment I saw you, and now…"

Pierce reached out and put his hand on her shoulder tentatively. "I've never belonged anywhere before, Nurse Malcolm."

She felt herself get teary again, "You'll have to call us something else, Mia and Drake?" He looked at her again, she could tell he was waiting for the other shoe to drop and it made her want to protect him even more. "We're here for you Pierce, no matter what even if it takes me a hundred years to convince you, you belong with us." Draco was standing in the doorway quietly, smiling softly at the two of them. She added Learn About Magical Adoption to her mental To Do List.