Please, let it be negative. Hermione Granger was terrified and panicking. Ever since her and Draco had become a couple, she had been blissfully happy. And the first time they made love? Heaven. That was two months ago.

Then came the first missed period. She did not think much of it; it happened occasionally. Never, though, had it happened twice in a row. Draco had urged her to buy a pregnancy test, and she did. He was now waiting in the common room of the Room of Requirement, downstairs from where she was in the bathroom. She had made him wait down there; she could not be around people doing something like this.

One minute passed, then two. It was a five-minute test, but it felt like five lifetimes. When the results finally were visable, she reached out with a shaky hand and snatched up the plastic stick. Two pink lines. Shit.

"Draco...we have a problem." She called downstairs through the cracked open door. He was beside her in a heartbeat, looking at the test in her hands.

"Positive." He groaned. He took the thing away from her and tossed it in the trash. "Well, we'll just have to get through this like we have everything else: together." Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes. She had known he would stay with her, but it made her happy to hear it from him. She knew that they would cope. He would support her like he always had. Her mind drifted over the past three months: her parents' death, Ron dropping out of school...and of course, the things she had helped him through. His mother had been sent to St. Mungo's in January because his father had attacked her. Apparently, Narcissa had told her husband that she wanted to leave him and stop being a Death Eater. He had prompty performed the Cruciatus Curse on her until one of the house-elves could not stand the screaming anymore and had contacted the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. They had arrived to find Narcissa bleeding and screaming on the floor and Lucious standing over her. He had been locked up in Azkaban and she was sent to St. Mungo's. They had not released her until three weeks ago, and only into the care of the Order of the Pheonix. She had been sent into hiding and Draco had not spoken to her since.

"Draco, what are we going to do? There's still three months until we leave Hogwarts. I'll start to show." She turned worried eyes on his face. He smiled.

"Come on, we'll think of something." He sat down on the toliet and pulled her into his lap. "We'll figure something out. The library has to have books about this, and Hogsmeade's gotta have a store or a shop..." His voice trailed off and Hermione leaned back on his shoulder.

"I love you, Draco."

"I love you too, Hermione."