Chapter 4 All hell will be let loose soon.

"Draco, darling, how have you been -" his mother stopped and stared at Hermione. "Oh, look darling, our son has brought us a snack." Narcisa smacked her lips and made a step towards Hermione. Draco sped in front of Hermoine and looked his parents in their bloodthirsty eyes.

"Mother, father, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend Hermoine granger." He said plainly. His mother looked Hermione up and down, and his father smirked. "Draco, I'm scared." Hermoine whispered.

"It's okay, just stay behind me and let me do the talking. " Draco kissed her cheek. The smell of milk and honey radiated of Hermoine's skin was making Draco tingly, fetching a glass of animal blood, and Hermione a glass of water he turned his back a couple times to check if his mother and father haven't devoured Hermione.

He sat down beside Hermione and placed a cool hand on her thigh, watching them sip at their blood. Hermione put up her mental wall up high, away from the Draco's prying eyes. In the books she read on vampires back in Hogwarts, the book said that vampires can read your mind.

Draco set his glass down on the table and wiped the corner of his mouth with his shirt sleeve he leaned back and looked Hermione in the eyes. "So, miss Granger, how did you meet my son?" Mr Malfoy asked.

"We went to school together." Draco chimed in. Mr Malfoy raised his hand to silence his loud-mouthed son. "I wasn't talking to you, young man." He snapped. " I was talking to Miss Granger. "

Hermione let out a nervous laugh. "Actually, Mr Malfoy, it's a funny story." Narisca clapped her hands joyfully. "Oh, I do love the funny stories. Go on, dear." Hermoine gulped and began to tell Draco's parents the story of how they met.

Draco sat back in silence and let Hermione tell his parents lies. His mother was interested in the part when he saved Hermione from her bewitched broom. " And then after school years, we decided to reconnect." She kissed Draco on his cheek. "Aww, how romantic. " Narcisa sighed.

"So.. miss Granger, what do you do for a living?" Mr Malfoy asked.

"I'm a nurse." Hermoine said calmly without hesitation.

"Is that so?"

Now, it was Draco's turn to shine. " Father, Hermione is a very good nurse. The children love her." His mother and father looked at each other and smiled. Whoops, he shouldn't have said the c word to his parents. Now they'll think that he'll have children of his own.

Draco changed the subject as quickly as possible to human sports. His father loved to talk about sports. Hermione shuddered at the thought of Mr Malfoy in golfer clothes. They talked for hours and drank more blood. Hermione didn't know what worse watching vampires drink blood in front of her was or giving birth to a monster.

While they were deep in conversation, Hermione placed her hands on her stomach and imagined what it would be like to carry a thing inside her. Draco saw this action out of the corner of his eye. He knew what was wrong. "Anyway, mother, father, thank you for visiting it's been lovely seeing you again." Draco kindly said he sat up and sped to the door, opening in for them. They exchanged looks - worried looks, shaking the feeling off Mrs Malfoy and Mr Malfoy said their goodbyes and sped to the car.

Draco slammed the door and flopped on the floor. "That was a close one, I thought that we were going to blow it. Nice save by the way when my father asked if you were into basketball. " He said. "Yeah, close one indeed." Hermoine replied hazily and drained another glass of water.

"Draco?" Hermione asked, lazily tracing her fingertips along the rim of her glass while staring into the water deeply.

Another disturbing thought violated her mind.

Her water broke where she stood.

"Yes, Hermione, what is it?" Draco mumbled and sat up from his relaxed state. "Is it even possible for vampires to have children?"

"It depends. "

"On what?"

"Now is not the time to be talking about this. Right now, I promised to tell you the truth about Harry."

"I guess..." Hermoine shrugged and joined Draco on the floor they remained silent for a long period of time until Hermione opened her mouth to ask a question.

"No."

"But I wasn't going to ask anything. " Hermoine protested.

"Yes, you were." Draco shot back.

" What was I going to say then?"

" If I wanted to kill you."

Dam, he was good.

"Why?"

Draco shuffled closer to Hermione and stared deeply into her eyes. " Because Hermione Granger, I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you."