My lips were still tingling from his kiss when I stepped back into our living quarters.

"Did he get off okay?" Hermione asked, glancing up from her latest copy of Transfiguration Today which Draco had brought down for her.

"I'm sure our Blaire gave him a decent goodbye," Ron snorted, giving me a knowing look.

"He's married, Ron," I said sternly, trying to quash down the horrific guilt I felt gnawing away in my stomach.

I was a horrible person. I had just kissed another woman's husband; a woman who was currently sat at home holding a tiny baby waiting for the father to return.

A woman who was dying.

"Yeah, but we all know he'd rather not be," Ron shrugged as if adultery was no big deal.

"Ronald," Hermione snapped, her hand flying to her stomach as she drew in a sharp sudden breath, "it's not what about what people want any more; adultery is against the law and could get him killed!"

"So's treason but that doesn't stop him from working for the resistance!"

"Hermione," I frowned, forgetting about Draco for a second as her face flickered with pain, "are you okay? And don't tell me it's just wind again."

She shook her head, dropping her magazine to clutch her stomach once again. "No, it's fine, I think I just need an early night. Alone-!" She added when Ron eagerly jumped to his feet.

I continued to frown as I watched her hobble to her and Ron's bedroom, an uneasy feeling stirring in the pit of my stomach.

"Keep an eye on her, would you Ron?" I murmured, chewing my lower lip.

He nodded absentmindedly as he switched on the tv, rubbing his hands gleefully together as a live police chase filled the screen.

"Man, to be a Muggle," he said, giving a low impressive whistle.

******

Not being able to face going straight home, Draco found himself nursing a Firewhisky in the Leaky Cauldron.

He kept replaying the kiss over and over again in his head, and he found himself hating himself a little bit more each time.

He felt such a horrific feeling of guilt. Not just towards Astoria but towards Blaire too. He was doing the one thing he promised he'd never do to her; making her the other woman. And she was worth a million times more than that.

He was failing both his sons just by what he was doing to their mothers.

"Yer want another?"

Draco looked up at the old tired face of the bartender who was glancing pointedly down at the empty tumbler in his hand.

"No, you're alright, thank you, Tom," Draco sighed heavily, placing his glass down to the side. "I'd better be off."

"You don't sound like someone who wants to be off." Tom remarked. "Sure I can't tempt ya to a second?"

"No," Draco replied firmly, getting down from the bar stool. "I have a baby at home."

"Ah, yes, I 'erd," Tom grunted. "Congratulations. Mind you, if yer wife can pop in for a cheeky few then I don't see why you can't either."

"Astoria was here?" Draco asked, frowning. He couldn't imagine his wife ever stepping foot in a dive like this.

"Yeah, with that lieutenant chap, uh- Dickory, I think? It was the other day. Your wife looked mighty upset by something. Still, I suppose she had just come out of Gringotts; those goblins really ought to go on a customer service training course. Upsetting young witches like that with little babes in prams... I never..."

Without saying goodbye, Draco flew across the pub to the exit. He didn't like this; he didn't like this one bit.

He was breathless with adrenaline by the time he strode inside the home he shared with his wife.

"Astoria?" He called out, his voice echoing in the vast hallway.

Moments later, she sauntered slowly from the drawing room, her eyes looking oddly glazed.

"Nice day at the office, husband?" She asked, the tone of her voice telling him she knew exactly where he wasn't.

"I had business at Hogwarts," he said as steadily as he could, trying to keep his cool. "Where's Scorp?"

"It must be strange, being there, after everything that has happened." She said in an unnaturally light voice, ignoring his question.

He could hear his heart racing in chest as he stared at her, trying to read her mind. But his head was too fuzzy and he found he couldn't concentrate.

"Do you still think about her?"

He blinked, the question throwing him.

"I think I might go and check on Scorp," he said, suddenly wanting to get as far away from her as possible.

"The baby is fine," Astoria gritted, stepping between him and the staircase as if to create a barrier. "Now answer the question, do you still think about Blaire Zabini?"

There was something dangerous in her tone and Draco felt a wave of panic engulf him. Right in that moment he just wanted to run up the stairs, grab Scorpius and then go back and watch over Jack and Blaire, fearing their safety.

"She was a good friend," Draco said, trying not to let his panic show, "of course I still think about her."

He saw the spark of anger flair in her eyes as he went to move around her.

"Come on, darling," she laughed bitterly, "that's a bit of an insult to her memory, isn't it? You used to fuck her, did you not? I mean, you must have done."

Draco froze. There was no denying it. She knew.

"Can you just imagine the babies you two would have made?" She continued, and Draco recoiled at the strong stench of stale gin on her breath as she emitted a loud peel of laughter.

He went to move past her for the stairs, keen to get to Scorpius and away from his wife.

But instead she reached out and grabbed his arm, painfully digging her fingers into his flesh.

"I hoped you tucked him in well before you said your goodbyes," she hissed menacingly in his ear.

Something in him snapped.

She gave a startled yelp as he slammed her hard against the wall and, forcing her to look at him, he finally managed to delve into her mind.

"They're under the Whomping Willow, sitting ducks, the lot of them."

"When is it going to happen?"

"Midnight, I've already sent out the order."

"You'll make sure to get the brat first?"

"He'll be non existent before anyone even knows he's down there. The rest of them will be captured and taken as prisoners."

"And Draco?"

"The warrant will be sent out for his arrest. As soon as he steps foot in the Ministry first thing he'll be joining his illegitimate bastard of a son. This time tomorrow, my love, you and I will be amongst the richest people of the land."

Astoria smiled, clinking her glass against Diggory's. "Good."

******

Ron's face went paler than a ghost's as he shakily got to his feet. "Shall I get Mum?"

It was not long after eleven o'clock that night when Hermione had emerged from her bedroom, trembly informing us that she suspected something might be wrong with the baby.

"It's okay," I assured the room, trying to remain calm for everyone's sake. "I'm sure it's nothing. We all just need to take a deep breath and chill."

As soon as I said this Hermione let out a strangled cry, dropping to her knees as her hands grappled at her stomach.

"FUCK!" Ron bellowed, clutching his head.

"It's too early!" Hermione gasped, her voice filled with panic. "There's still two months to go!"

"WHAT DO WE DO?!" Ron wailed, spinning around in circles.

Merlin, didn't these two go on a mission to save the world? No wonder we lost the war.

It was at this point when Hermione's waters broke.

Oh, fuck.

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