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Draco usually returns from work an hour later than Hermione, while she was doing her favorite things at that time, until her lover comes and lures her into their bedroom, reminding her of how velvety her skin is and how nice her hair smells.
It was almost always like this, but not today.
Instead of her favorite library, which she organized with Draco's help as soon as they moved in into a new house, there is a bathroom. Instead of her favorite book, she had a newly made pregnancy test in her hands. It's the fifth one, and all of them showed the same thing.
Two stripes.
Her hands were shaking slightly and tears began to come to her eyes. The realization was just coming to her.
She's pregnant.
Just two strips, and their world will turn upside down again. They have only recently moved away from the wedding, which took place six months ago. Hermione has been promoted to head of department at the Ministry, and anyway she's only twenty-two years old.
***
Draco, as usual, came an hour later and, coming out of the fireplace flame, immediately went to the library. Exept his curly-haired fury was not sitting at her favorite chair with a book in her hands, the library was empty.
"Hermione?" he called loudly, leaving the library. There was no response.
The house seemed to be empty, but he knew for sure that it wasn't. Draco felt that his beloved wife was somewhere here, felt it with every fiber of his soul.
He found her in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of a large tub and crying quietly. She didn't even notice when Draco came up to her. She didn't notice how his hands went through her hair. She didn't notice until Draco cupped her wet cheeks and lifted her eyes.
"Hermione?" his voice was confused. "What happened?"
Hermione nervously bit her lip, unable to answer her blonde. The girl lowered her eyes and opened her palm in which lay a small test. Draco followed his wife's gaze carefully until he stopped at the small wand in her palm.
"What is it?"
The only question that was spinning in his head. She quickly looked from her palms to her tear-stained face and back again, trying to put the picture together.
But her words, so dry from crying for a long time, made him freeze.
"I'm pregnant, Malfoy."
***
"I congratulate you, the term is about 7 weeks. The babies are all right" the doctor said in an ordinary voice, looking at the monitor screen.
"With the kids?" Draco whispered in disbelief, trying to peer into the screen on which this doctor could see something.
The doctor turned to face the future parents.
"You didn't know?"
"This is my first ultrasound" Hermione said in a dead voice, instinctively taking a napkin from the doctor's hands and began to wipe her stomach.
***
"Two," Draco repeated, sitting on the couch and looking at the ultrasound card. Hermione was sitting in a chair with her legs tucked under her and staring at the wall.
She wasn't ready for the baby, she didn't know what to do with it. And then they tell her that there will be two of them. And why did she insist on going to a regular hospital?..
Hermione slowly stood up, throwing a blanket over her shoulders, and walked over to Malfoy. He was still wearing a Muggle sweater and dark jeans. None of them even went to change when they got home.
Malfoy raised his gray eyes to her and leaned on the back, spreading his arms to the side. Hermione doesn't need anything else. She climbed into his lap like a little child, and put her head on his big shoulder. His arms wrapped around her small body in an instant, warming her in his care.
He kissed the top of her head. "We can handle it."
***
"I have to tell Ginny," Hermione said, propping her chin on her hands, sitting at the table and watching Draco make her tea.
"Don't you think parents should be the first to know?" He watched Hermione smile slightly and put her head in her hands.
She had obviously been very ill for the last week, and there was nothing he could do. Words and warm hugs no longer saved her. Hermione even stopped being angry at him, just started crying and hitting his chest with her forehead like a little child. She showed up at work every other day now, and this was very alarming for everyone, especially Draco.
"I can't do this anymore, Draco." she mumbled, not even looking up at him. "At least Ginny's been through this."
"Our moms, too," Draco whispered with a shrug, tilting his head slightly to one side.
***
Ginny met them with little James in her arms, Harry was standing next to her, hugging his wife.
Hermione felt a little queasy from traveling through the fireplace net, but Draco's hand stroking her back was noticeably calming.
"Finally!" Ginny said, smiling broadly. "We already thought you wouldn't come."
Yes, they had to stay late. They were about to go to the fireplace, when Hermione again became ill from toxicosis.
Hermione hugged young Mrs. Potter and kissed her little godson on the cheek while Draco shook hands with Harry.
"Uncle Draco!" the boy babbled in a joyful voice, and Draco took the baby in his arms.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't the first time she had seen Draco with the children, the Potters were their friends, but now everything felt different. Who would have thought that in some seven months Draco would be holding his own children in his hands. A smile spread across her face as Draco spun the younger Potter around the room.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" - the quiet voice of a friend was heard.
Well, of course she understood everything.
***
"Better run, Malfoy, or this mug will definitely fly at you," Hermione hissed.
"Here" putting one hand forward, as if defensively, Draco said "Now I do recognize you."
And laughing, he disappeared around the corner of the kitchen, leaving Hermione standing with her favorite mug that hung in the air.
"I don't even know whether to thank Ginny for all this or not," Malfoy said in a cheerful voice, looking half out, but only now, the mug definitely flew to its target.