Black And White

Um, Excuse Me?

// Hermione //

"Bye love." He shouted as he walked out of the house. "Bye!" I shouted back, putting breakfast away. I don't have to leave for work for another fifteen minutes so I grabbed the daily prophet and sat at the table to read it.

Then I saw a headline on the front page that said:

The Malfoys Are Having A Baby?

That's right, you've heard it here first folks. Hermione (Granger) Malfoy and Draco Malfoy have announced that they are expecting a baby in nine months.

"We haven't announced anything!" I shouted at no one.

I watched and overheard as they were walking up their walk path to their manor, they were talking about the recent news of The Potter's child. And one thing led to another and Hermione told him while frowning, "I'm pregnant." The tone she used suggested that she really wasn't all happy that she was going to conceive a child. Draco on the other hand was ecstatic. But it still seems as if it was an accident and that Hermione Granger did not want a child so soon at the age of 22.

More on this topic when further news arrives.

Reeta Skeeter

"That bloody menace." I shook my head at the paper. I checked the clock and set off for work.

I'm currently head of the Magical creatures department. Ironically I have a case of a hippogriff quote on quote attacking a child on Hogwarts grounds and a parent complained.

And no, before you comment section goes insane, Lucius and Narcissa are not in possession of a time turner.

After work I was supposed to go to Ginny's last quidditch game, due to her pregnancy, she obviously isn't supposed to be that active, especially in quidditch it's extremely easy to get injured and one bang in the wrong place by a bludger or even a human could potentially kill her and her child. Which makes me extremely hesitant to attend.

"Morning Mark." I said, setting my bag on my desk. "Morning Mrs. Malfoy." He said, setting a mile high stack of papers on my desk. "So, you going to Ginny's game tonight?" I sighed and gestured to the papers, "Not if these are my papers and not your Percy Jackson scale model of the Empire State Building with Mount Olympus on top!"

Mark chuckled, "Apparently half of them are from Hogwarts. Looks like Hagrid's a professor again, am I right?" He said and walked out. I groaned and started on the mountain of work.

"If you ever see a lady bug, squash it. Squash it with anything and everything." I growled. He frowned, "Aren't they supposed to give you good luck or a wish or something like that?" I nod, "Yes, but trust me this lady bug will give you anything but good luck and it'll ruin your life." Draco frowned and put his arm around me, "'Mione, did you see a bug in the shower again and think it was going to kill you again?" I smacked him with the prophet, "No! And stop bringing that up."

"Come on, we're gonna miss the Holyhead Harpies flying around the pitch." Draco scoffed, "That's called the game, love." I smacked his shoulder, "Two years strong in an abusive relationship." I rolled my eyes, "You're such a drama queen." He grinned at me.

We apparated to the pitch and I turned to Draco, "Did you read the daily prophet this morning?" I asked. He shook his head, "No, why?" I handed him my copy.

He finished reading it as we got to our seats next to Harry and the Weasleys. "Hey Harry-" Draco stood up, "Why the fuck would they think you weren't happy about having a baby!?" I sank so low in my seat that I almost fell on the floor. I kicked him as hard as I could. He realized his mistake and covered his mouth, sitting down again. I groaned into my hands, "You fucking idiot."

"Hermione, please tell me he's talking about your dog." Draco frowned, "We don't have a dog." I glared at him, "Remind me why I married you." He frowned, "What? I didn't even do anything!" I glared at him, "So telling Harry the biggest news of our life is nothing?" He shrugged.

Harry's jaw dropped. "Hermione you're..." I nodded, slightly frowning, "I'm sorry Harry." Harry frowned deeply, "Why would you ever be sorry?" I sighed, "Because this was your news and I feel like I just stole the glory." He shook his head, "You didn't. But if it makes you feel any better, I'll keep it to myself." I smiled, "Thanks Harry." He nodded, "So when did you find out?" I sighed, "A week ago."

"Um, excuse me?" Draco asked with an immense amount of sass on top of his words.