Married by Law

Chapter Twelve: Mood swings and Mothers

"Draco we have to!" snarled Hermione, smacking her palms down on the table. The nineteen year old blonde stared at his pregnant wife with disdain.

"Mia, it's a terrible idea." said Draco, returning his attention to the Prophet. Hermione stomped over to him and yanked it from his grasp.

"Listen to me goddamit!" cried Hermione. "We need to tell them!"

"Alright, go ahead and tell your bloody parents. But my mother does not need to know right now. I will not have her ruining what we have!" snapped Draco. Hermione flopped down onto the chair, placing her hands on her small belly.

"Look Draco, I'm sorry. When my parent's sent me that letter, I told them I would explain everything to them over Easter break. Guess what? It's bloody Easter break! Time to come clean. The train leaves tomorrow morning! In less than twenty four hours my parents will find out that I'm both married and pregnant. And you are coming with me."

"Mia, darling, why can't we just stay here? I'll take you to Le Soleil Magique!" coaxed Draco. Hermione's glare only hardened.

"Don't you dare try and butter me up! Draco, you are fucking coming with me or so help me Merlin!" screeched Hermione. Draco stood up and glared at her.

"Hermione, calm down." ordered Draco. He sighed. "Mia, I'll go with you. I promise. But my mother will have to wait."

Hermione burst into tears suddenly. "She will always hate me."

Draco consoled her, rubbing her back and whispering to her. "Mia, you're just hormonal. I mean, after all you are four months pregnant. Babe, it'll be alright. Just, drink this."

Hermione sipped the juice he handed her, a faint smile on her face. "I'm so sorry hon. I-I worry. My parent's won't take too kindly to this, but I want you there with me. Supporting me."

Draco smiled at his wife and hugged her close. "Mia, pack your bags. We're staying at the Grangers for a week!"

Hermione and Draco boarded the train nervous at the prospect of meeting Mr. and Mrs. Granger. They shared a compartment with Harry and Ginny. Ginny was now about six and a half months pregnant with twins. She found out they were both boys and Harry was ecstatic. Currently they were all discussing baby names.

"I like Rose." said Hermione, rubbing her belly affectionately. It was small, but noticeable in her current attire. She had chosen a form fitting t-shirt and jeans. Hermione leaned onto Draco. "What do you think?"

"I like Prudence." suggested Draco. He managed to keep a straight face. Hermione sat up.

"That's not funny. My father attempted to name me Gertrud, until my mother forcefully kicked him in a not so pretty place. Now, would you me to make it a family tradition?" snapped Hermione. Harry and Ginny chortled.

"I like Michelle." said Harry, smiling.

"Meh." judged Hermione. "Michelle reminds me of my great aunt. She pinched my cheeks and smelled like pee."

"Alright, enough of our baby. What if it's a boy? Speaking of, what do you think you're going to name the twins?" inquired Hermione.

"James Sirius and Johnathon Arthur." said Ginny, grabbing Harry's hand and holding it tightly. They smiled at each other with so much love and affection.

"They're perfect!" sighed Hermione, grinning.

"If it's a boy, can we name is Darwin?" asked Draco. They group burst into laughter as Hermione smacked his chest.

"You're a git."

"I'm your git." sang Draco. Hermione sighed, but the smile remained. They sat in silence for the rest of this trip, all lost in their own thought.