Months went by. No further attacks were made on the young couple, and Hermione's shop was blooming. She thought about putting up a shop in Hogsmeade, for students who ripped of lost robes while they were at school. As she was thinking about it, she looked up at the calender by their kitchen table. May 14. She smiled. The Ides of March.

Suddenly, she was overcome by a fit of cramping. She screamed for Draco. Drcao was just putting the finishing touches on Cara's room. He heard Hermione scream, and rushed into the room. He saw Hermioen clutching her stomach, and he realized she could well be in labor. He picked her up and apparated to St. Mungo's.

He rushed into the large lobby and ran to the clerk.

"My wifes in labor!" Hermione gave another moan. The clerk pointed him to the elevator.

"Floor 6." He said.

Draco took the elevator and was greeted by a Healer and two nurses. the clerk had sent them. They whisked Hermione away on the stretcher and Draco followed. He stopped in front of the door, and sat on the bench nearby. He mulled over everything that had happened to him and Hermione after they got married. And even before! He wondered if Hermione would be safer is she had married Harry, or Ron.

"Oh Draco...why must you alway's put people in danger?" He muttered to himself. "Especially the people you love." His mother was dead, thanks to him. And Hermione could have died. He stopped the flow of tears.

He heard a door open. The healer stepped out.

"Doctor, is my wife ok? Is our child ok?"

OK people, a little cliffie, b/c i have to go now!

Katie