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Hermione opened her eyes as quickly as she could, trying to figure out where she was. She could feel stiff, itchy sheets underneath of her and the smell of disinfectant teased at her nostrils. Making a move to sit up, she groaned and fell back onto the pillow. She waited a moment, then sat up, moving her pillow to the back of the bed so she could lean on it.

'Why am I in the Hospital Wing?' Hermione wondered, looking around. Her hands lay across her swollen abdomen on instinct, pushing slightly to feel her small babies. One of them kicked, and Hermione smiled.

"Miss Granger!" Madam Pomfrey scurried out of her office and over to Hermione's bed, "You shouldn't be sitting up. You've got a rather nasty bump from falling down the stairs!"

"I'm sorry, falling? Down the stairs?" Hermione rubbed her stomach slowly, comforting her babies, who had began kicking like mad when she had spoken.

"You fell down the stairs to your quarters, Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey explained, bringing a potion to Hermione and making her drink it. Hermione nearly gagged at the texture of the potion - it was like swallowing a gelled toad, but with a nice apple flavor.

"Oh," Hermione replied softly, trying to swallow down the last dregs that remained in her mouth. The memory of falling came back to her, and her eyes widened in fright, her arms wrapping protectively around her belly.

"Don't worry, the twins are fine," Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Hermione and lifted off the grogginess caused by the Dreamless Sleep Potion she'd administered the previous day.

"Can I go, then?" Hermione asked, reaching for her wand on the bedside table. What she found instead was a quill and a stack of parchment.

"You've been in here a week, so give me a moment to call somebody down here to help you reach your quarters safely. Who would you like?" Madam Pomfrey held her wand, ready to form a Patronus.

"Er, Ron Weasley, please," Hermione pulled her fingers through her hair, looking for a hair tie to hold it up, out of her face. Madam Pomfrey handed her an elastic before forming her Patronus and sending it off to find Ron.


"Should I just carry you up the stairs then?" Ron stood awkwardly next to Hermione, who was staring at the stairs as if they were a boggart, "Hermione, you there?"

Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head quickly. Reaching for Ron's shoulder, she felt his arm wind around what used to be her waist, and lift her up into his arms. Gasping a bit, she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. Ron stepped carefully up the stairs, cradling Hermione close and standing as straight as he could, distributing his weight evenly like he would on a broom. As he had Hermione's wand, he tapped it against the door lightly and it opened, allowing him entrance to her quarters.

"We're here, right?" Hermione spoke into his shoulder, her voice muffled. Ron set her on her feet, and she let her arms drop from his neck.

"Yeah, but I've got to get back to class," Ron handed Hermione her wand and her bag, then exited, shutting the door behind him. Hermione sighed, then, kicking off her shoes, walked into her bedroom and flung her bag on the floor, shedding her clothes as she made her way to the bathroom. To her surprise, she found the tub nearly full with hot, steaming water and frothy bubbles. Standing beside the tub, clad in boxers, stood the boy she wanted to see more than anything.

"Draco," Hermione whispered, "Why are you here?" she silently thanked Merlin she still had her undergarments on, but knew she would have to take them off to get in the bath. Draco walked slowly towards her, then stopped about a foot away.

"You aren't allowed to be alone," Draco explained softly, reaching for Hermione's hand, "Madam Pomfrey said you're still in danger of returning to a comatose state." Hermione pulled her hand back and stepped over to the shower, shedding her undergarments and flinging them onto the floor outside of the dividing wall before sliding her wand into the holder on the wall.

The water turned on with a button on the wall; one for cold, one for hot, one for warm. She pushed the warm one, and water cascaded from the plate on the ceiling, pouring water on the entire square shower area, except for a square opening in the middle big enough for two slender people, if they were well acquainted.

As she scrubbed her body with body wash, she felt a hand touch her back, taking the bottle from her and gently washing the parts of her that she couldn't reach. The hands rubbed the wash in, combining getting clean with a massage, before tossing the bottle in the corner. Hermione closed her eyes in happiness as the arms circled around her stomach, the hands laying flat against the swollen bump.

"I love you, Hermione," Draco whispered as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Hermione's happy mood disappeared and she turned around quickly, slipping on the floor and falling. He caught her, pulling her against his body as she fell, so that she fell on top of him instead of on the hard, wet floor.

"You can't love me, Draco," Hermione pushed herself off of him and, pouring shampoo into her hand, began to wash her hair vigorously. Draco stood up and grabbed her hips, gently pulling her towards him. Hermione continued abusing her hair, now covered in pink foam. Draco grabbed her hands and stopped her.

"I can love you, and I do," he whispered before letting her go and leaving the shower. Hermione rinsed off quickly, listening for the close of a door. When she didn't hear one, she slathered hair lotion in and rinsed it as quickly as she could, then turned off the shower, grabbed her wand, and stepped out, shivering slightly. He stood next to the tub, staring down at the froth, as if contemplating whether or not to jump in.

Hermione walked over to the bath and walked down the first few steps, sitting down on the third, letting the water cover her to her shoulders. She heard a small chuckle and looked up at Draco.

"You're so damned short," Draco laughed, "I didn't think about that when I filled the tub!" Draco reached for a tap on the edge of the tub, twisting it slightly. Water drained as the floor of the tub shifted up until it was shallow enough for Hermione to stand on the floor of it, with water only up to above her breasts.

"You can do that?" Hermione stepped down to the bottom of the tub, swirling her arms through the white froth, "Well, come in, then!" Draco walked down into the tub, the water only covering him to a little more than the bottom of his ribcage. Hermione laughed, then wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest and sighed.

Draco Malfoy had never been this happy in his entire life.


"I think Flavian is a suitable name," Draco snapped, slamming shut the book he was holding, "Along with Dewitt, Findlay, Kenyon and Xanthus!"

"We are not giving our children names that mean 'blond', Draco, and they're all extremely weird anyways," Hermione sighed, taking the book from Draco and flipping it open, "besides, you can't tell me you don't resent your middle name. Draco Adonis Malfoy."

Draco cringed, then scowled. Hermione was right - he hated his middle name. Still, the names she was choosing weren't any better. How many children are named Alagan? Or Jamar? Standing up, Draco stretched and cracked his back, then picked up an armful and books and put them back on the shelves. When he sat back down, Hermione had an excited look on her face.

"What is it now, Hermione?" Draco pulled the book away from her and glanced at the page.

"Demetrius Boyd, 'Boyd' is blond, so that's a compromise," Hermione grinned and then flipped the page, "and for the other one, Deo Brayden!" Draco began laughing loudly, earning a glare from Madam Pince.

"Do you have any idea how ridiculous those names are?" Draco pulled on the book and flipped to a page, then another one, a smile growing on his face, "Look here! These are perfect!" Hermione grabbed the book and looked at the two pages, reading the names.

"You're right, those are perfect," Hermione grinned, "so now it's time to find middle names!" Draco groaned loudly.

"Seriously, Hermione? It took us two hours just to find the first names!" Draco rolled his eyes, but didn't move, so Hermione started flipping through the pages for middle names.

"This won't take as long," Hermione retorted, then pointed to a name, "how about Feo and Fico?"

"Hermione, Feo means ugly, and Fico means a fig," Draco quirked an eyebrow as he watched Hermione glance at the meanings and blush.

"Well, I don't know then! How about," and Hermione shuffled through the pages quickly, "these ones?" Draco smiled.

"I think they fit really well," he replied truthfully, "you were right, middle names went faster!" Hermione rolled her eyes and got up to put the heavy book back on the shelf, but Draco swooped it up and put it back before she could tell him she was perfectly capable of doing it herself.


"Have you picked a name yet?" Hermione asked as she rubbed Tuglar juice on her protruding stomach.

"Not yet," Pansy replied, "I don't even know the gender yet!" Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes.

"You're far enough along to find out," Hermione wrinkled her nose at the scent of the juice, setting the tin on her nightstand and rubbing the remaining juice on her hands and belly onto her hips, where she was beginning to get little pink stretch marks.

"I'm not sure I want to, though," Pansy spoke softly, as if ashamed. Hermione scowled and pulled her shirt back down over her stomach. Pansy, only six weeks behind her, still had no bump, while Hermione had a bump at fifteen weeks that was nearly as big as a bump from twenty-five weeks.

"Why wouldn't you? Then you can start buying clothes," Hermione gestured to the growing pile of blue and green clothes Draco had been placing on the top of her trunk. Pansy grinned.

"Yeah, there is that," Pansy shrugged and laid down on Hermione's bed, "but I'm already fairly sure it's a boy." Hermione laid down too, throwing a pillow onto her stomach to hide the bump. She was already sick of being pregnant.

"Well I was fairly sure I was having one baby and that it was going to be a girl," Hermione rolled her eyes and looked over to Pansy, who sighed.

"Fine, I'll go to Madam Pomfrey and find out," Pansy rolled off the bed and picked up her school bag, "but right now I've got to get to my dormitory as it's after curfew and I really don't feel like serving detention." Pansy turned aroung and started walking to the door, but spun around quickly when she heard Hermione's laughter.

"I'll give you a slip," Hermione sat up and walked through the front room to her study, "I'm Head Girl, may as well use the privileges allowed me," she scribbled a quick note on a piece of parchment, then handed it to Pansy.

"I'm tempted to stay longer now," Pansy smirked, "because I know that Draco's just sitting behind that passageway entrance to pop in your room as soon as I leave." Hermione blushed furiously and began pushing Pansy out of the door. She didn't put up much of a fight, and as soon as she exited the quarters, Draco did pop out of the passageway.

"Hey Draco," Hermione smiled brightly, then winced slightly as both babies kicked at once.

"Pansy's a smart one," he replied, setting a few sleepers onto the pile of baby clothes, "don't protest, Hermione. Twins take three times as much work, clothes and nappies."

"You better not have gotten nappies, I'm going to get the sort I want over Christmas break at my parent's," Hermione flopped down on the bed and scooted under the covers. Draco sat down on the other side of the bed and leaned against the headboard.

"I will get you nappies, but I'll only get you a few," Draco smirked, "because I'm sure you won't mind nappies that tell you when the baby needs changing or when they've taken a - "

"Draco Malfoy, do not say what you're about to say."

"What? That the nappy lets you know when the baby has taken a shit?"

"Ooh, you're the most frustrating prat I've ever known!"

"What about Weasley or Potter?"

"No, you top them!"

"I'm very proud of myself. I'm sure my mother would be too," Draco smirked and then moved to lay down on the bed. Scowling, Hermione let him wrap his arms around her and bring her into a tight embrace.

"The babies have been kicking a lot," Hermione murmured softly. As she spoke, she felt another strong kick from one of the twins. Draco grinned, then moved her shirt up to lay his hand on her stomach. One of the babies, as if sensing his father, kicked against his hand.

"Wow!" Draco, in his excitement, kissed a very shocked Hermione.

"Er, Draco?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, "You do realize you've just kissed me?"

"I'm not that thick, Hermione," Draco rolled his eyes, "I know I kissed you, and I'm going to do it again."


Author's Note: I like this chapter. It's very long, so I hope that makes up for the wait! We got to see some sparks between Draco and Hermione, and they've named the twins! You won't be finding out the names for a while, but they're very cute and I think fit very well.

Please review, give me your opinions on the story so far! Big thanks to PotterGirl7145 and mugglesmith220 for your reviews, they were very encouraging/inspirational/confidence-raising/any other word meaning they were awesome!

Please, no reviews asking/telling me to update soon in any way, shape or form. If you feel that is the only review you can leave, please don't post that. Even one-line reviews like, "I think you should show more of Pansy/Ron/Harry/whatever character" or "I really like your story" or "I'm looking forward to reading more" are nice to receive. But reading reviews that are asking or telling me to update quickly or post more soon or anything along those lines actually make me less eager to write more of this story. I know I've asked this before, so please, please please please, don't make me ask again!

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