POV: Draco. The Ministry Of Magic.
Don't Play the song until I tell you!!

"Pinky, where's the case file for the Cicero's plea deal for Wednesday?!" I flagrantly rushed in a panic to my elf assistant. I couldn't find the blasted parchment anywhere through this chaotically organized mess, in my office.

My client, Paulie Cicero. A famous Wizarding American-Italian monster here in London, opened his family run business, of three Italian themed restaurants commonly known in our world as,
"The Sorcerer's Pizzeria."

"The Family," were close personal friends of mine for many years, having bailed them out of many problematic circumstances. However, this time, the Wizengamot wasn't going to be to lenient. The years of Mr. Cicero's illegal gambling was over, after I requested permits for his establishments. And using my lawyering talents and Slytherin ambitious charisma, to slither in bargains or proper deals to satisfy our wizarding court systems, ending in a win-win for both sides... Nevertheless, the decades of Cicero's shifty trickery acts and dodgy swindling ways were about to come to a close, because Paulie's brother-in-law, Lou Carbine, was found dead in the freezer of the main pizzeria two months ago. Mr. Paulie Cicero was found as the guilty party, taking the heat for the crime.

Paulie says, he didn't actually comment the crime, He had it "taken care of." As to which, I explained he was still a guilty accomplice, organizing the crime. He will be found guilty... and I'm trying my best to find a more reasonable plea bargain, other than a lifetime in Azkaban or a kiss from The Dementors.

Paulie explained in his thick Bronx accent,"The chump had it coming..." which doesn't help him either. But, if I could get to the root of the crime, rumble the cause and reasonings, I might just pull this one off with mentally unstable or criminally insane? Reducing his sentence was the only path I could take, in the time being... And have him under house arrest, probation, and civil duties in our wizarding community service. Those are the goals I was setting, until I had my facts in order, figuring out why Paulie had his sister's husband, murdered.

"I found it, Mr. Malfoy!" Pinky alerted me, placing the file straight in my hand. "Thanks, Pink. Can you call me in a bacon sandwich and a coffee, from the deli downstairs? I'm swamped here." I was beyond stressed, and the only person to release my troubles was my beautiful wife, who was at home. I was standing over my desk, taking a buried complexing inhaled breath, and leaning my hands on the dark mahogany wood, that was stacked with files of endless parchments, setting free a deepened sigh leaving my lungs through my mouth, following with bringing my right hand up and rubbing my closed eyes behind my black framed glasses.

Play the song!! 😘

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy. But sir, it seems as though you won't be eating alone today. You have a visitor." Pinky announced with her excited soprano voice.

I looked up to see what she was referring to, knowing I didn't have any meetings today. When I saw my guest... radiating in her unmistakable beauty, standing next to my assistant who was gazing up at her, admiring her chosen wintry outfit. Pinky was obsessed with fashion, as one might have guessed.

My beautiful wife was gorgeous with or without clothing. My absolute favorite outfit of hers, was nothing at all... and I was infinitely ready to feast upon her devouring complexities...

Hermione's outfit. 😍🖤😘

I beamed myself, with my heart fluttering at just the vision of her before me, even feeling my brow beginning to sweat, because of her. She took my breath away and forever made me nervous. When she entered a room, the crowd was silent, in being completely taken aback at what the true definition of beauty was... She was the only witch who ever had this effect on me. And I had been suffering with my love sickness for Hermione Granger, since I was eleven years old...

I swaggered from behind my desk, gliding towards Hermione who was glowing in basking happiness.

I snaked my arms around her tiny waist, pushing her into my body. "Thank you, Pinky. That is all for now," I ordered my elf assistant out of the room who was nosily and slowly closing the door, still being able to see her big bulging eyes through the crack of the frame leisurely exiting, and finally leaving us alone.

I ravished my wife in my arms, pulling her turtleneck sweater down and practically ripping it, kissing her neck and tasting her sultry vanilla innocence on my sinister tongue, making my travels upward to kiss her plumped and saturated warmth of candied coated kisses, all the while, smelling her seductress femme fatale perfume that unendingly brought out even more of her wantonly desires, if that were even possible, and it was... she drove me constantly lovingly mad, and I gravely longed to release my stresses, inside of my favorite stress reliever.

"Draco, I'm so sorry, I intruded without letting you know I was coming. I know how busy you are," she breathlessly declared as I responded to her, pressing her body intensely submission into mine and in between my kisses along her neck speaking, "Don't be ridiculous, darling... Mmmm..." I heartily moaned and brought myself to somehow speak again, "You can interrupt me anytime, being my personal leisure, Mrs. Malfoy."

We passionately snogged, getting lost in each other's devoting bewitching powers of love, anguish, and lust... She then halted our current state, dying to tell me something. She never visited me at work before, so I knew obviously something was up.

"Draco, there's a particular reason, in why I came here today. I have some rather shocking news..." Hermione smiled, gently holding my face in her soft hands, gazing ardently into my soul with her luminous chocolate frosting eyes, and licking her scrumptious pouty lips, and beginning to... to cry? I then noticed her stained tears resting on her rosy cheeks, that she had definitely been crying for what seemed hours.

I grabbed her wrists panicking, desperately trying to read her thoughts through my Legilimency skills. My eyes darting and dancing from side to side, studying her magnificently toasted brown eyes, working on deciphering her secrets hidden in her brilliant mind. She of course blocked me in her talents of Occlumency.

"What's the matter?! Are you hurt?! Are the children alright?!" I barked with anxiety. She gaspingly chuckled, shaking her head in no's and yes's. Her red lips were quivering and her cries streaming down to her blushed cheeks flowing to her bottom lip. I kissed them dry and calmly begged her to tell me, what in the bloody hell was going on?! Trying to keep my inner harsh-self from bursting.

She swallowed hard, next ethereally commencing her precious mouth softly agape, breathing through her adorable shallowed inhales and gasping respiratory exhales, trying to catch her breath from her winded sobs.

"I had a visit to my witches healer this morning, Dr. Ravenwood..." Hermione began her speech and my heart dropped to my stomach.

"I'm... I'm..."

Hermione was speechless, hell, she was gobsmacked... I honestly, had never seen her this way before, in my entire time of knowing this gorgeously frustrating creature, not of this earth, to measure her to anyone even remotely as stunning as she. Hermione was in a world of bewilderment.

"Draco... I'm pregnant," Hermione finally made her reveal, as I began to feel my heart rising back from my stomach to my chest, feeling unconditional amounts of love sweltering throughout my entire body.

My eyes filled with tears of joy, while my hands shook needing to hold her heart shaped face in my palms. We were one... Us as one, having this moment we had been dreaming of for months. I pulled her towards me and met her halfway, kissing the lips that belonged to me.

We had a shared chuckle and gazed into each other's eyes.

"How far along are you, baby?" I questioned her, now holding her eloquently swayed back with my left arm, and bringing my right hand to rest on her lower stomach, her womb, that was carrying our child.

"Not very far... The baby was conceived on Halloween. I'm only a few weeks. The technology and spelled charms have really advanced over the years. Dr. Ravenwood found out my secret within minutes. I'm unremarkably early, so I don't want to tell anyone until after my first trimester. You never know what could happen... it's actually, happened to me before," Hermione wailed in her grief, striking me again in the depths of the unknowns about her, that I had no unearthly idea about.

I felt her pain, while she explained her pasts...

"I'm sorry, I never told you this before. But, I had a miscarriage a few years ago. It was so utterly devastating... Ron wasn't there for me at all. I just sort of blocked it out of my memories. I was so worried I couldn't have another child. But I truly, believe there's a reason for everything... and my cataclysm helped me to see my truth, that Ron was not my soulmate, and it later brought me to you. My truest destiny." She finished, breaking my heart for what she had endured from that revolting waste of a Satsuma wizard. He's going to get his karma, even if it has to come from my influences to speed along the matter...

"I can not begin to tell you how unimaginably sorry I am... but you are right. Everything happens for a reason, and we are going to keep our chins up, not worrying about what could happen, because nothing bad is going to come of this. We are having a baby. And that's that." I stated with optimistic pride knowing, everything was going to workout.

She smiled, nodding agreeably and kissing me again, changing from somber to a bit of happiness, about to spring more news...

"Dr. Ravenwood, also, could tell us exactly what the sex is. Would you like to know?" Hermione asked pulling a piece of parchment out of her coat pocket. "I haven't a clue what the sex is either. I told Hazel, his nurse, to write it on a piece of parchment for me, and if you wanted to know, then we would see it together." She brightened up with her blindingly perfect grin, holding the paper between her middle and pointer finger, for us both to see.

"I want to know, I can't stand it!" I blustered, and we both laughed, agreeing we both were desperate to know the life we created.

Hermione opened the note and we witnessed the gender reveal boldly glaring up at us.

It's A Girl!

Hermione rushed her modeling body against mine, hugging my neck as we both cried again in elation.

"A Girl Malfoy... she's going to be spoiled to oblivion." Hermione sniffed and giggled through darling blubbers.

"She's never dating, ever." I darkly demanded. Hermione rolled her eyes at me, that I secretly loved.

"Oh, Draco, I've yearned for this, for us, for so long... I just didn't quite know, if it would actually happen. I was so hopeful and I wasn't going to ever give up... and it truly happened, Draco. We created her." Hermione wept, as I wiped off her sprinkles of watering rinses with my thumbs.

"Hermione, you right, love. It is all happening. I was going to make this happen for you, for us, even if I had to buy a kid..." I arrogantly teased, trying to make her laugh, which I successfully ventured. Seeing her laugh was the highlight of my existence. She then was silently grinning, as I whispered to her...

"You're giving us something that is ours. She's both of us..." I spoke, softly kissing my wife's luscious lips.

"Thank you, for loving me, Draco Malfoy." Hermione gasped with her amorously angelic heart.

"You are the my cosmos, in my everything right. I'm so in love with you, Hermione Malfoy. And no amount of time can ever reach our immortal idolatry... I love you endlessly," I expressed choking back my tears and held my wife's hips, lowering my knees to kiss her stomach, whispering again...

"And we love you, our treasured girl."