When did you become beautiful?

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Hermione was now in a fair bit of discomfort from her eight and a half month pregnancy. It was almost March and for her and Draco only to see she now had a round ball of a tummy. Her friends had asked her why she carried herself as if there were something weighing her down but she just replied that her schoolbooks were extra heavy this year.

It happened one day while she was in the library with Draco having a heavy make out session. Suddenly Draco heard hermione gasp and found himself feeling distinctly wet. He looked down and there was liquid all over the floor. When he realized what was going on he scooped Hermione into his arms grunting under the extra weight and started sprinting towards the infirmary. He lay her on a bed and yelled for Madame Pomfrey.

"What's wrong with her this time?" The matron asked in exasperation.

"She's having a baby. I'm sure she'll be ready to tell people the story soon but right now only you can help her." Madame Pomfrey was in shock as all of a sudden Hermione's form went from slim to heavily with child but it only took her a moment to come to her senses as Hermione screamed from a rather close contraction. The matron bustled about summoning everything she would need and made Draco leave the room. Draco paced back and forth wearing a trail in the carpet. Some teachers asked what he was doing but he didn't speak a word to them other than to tell them to leave and that the screams were 'obviously from someone injured dimwit'.

Hermione was in a great deal of pain. She had known childbirthing was painful but never had she expected this. She had been in labor now for over five hours and finally she gave a great push and the baby slid into Pomfrey's waiting hands. She held it up for Hermione to see.

"It's a beautiful girl. What do you want to name her?" Hermione had already chosen her name for the little girl:

"Anya." The matron nodded with a smile and put the child in her mother's arms. She still wanted to know how Hermione had managed to keep her pregnancy a secret and furthermore who had gotten her pregnant.

Hermione Granger looked in surprise at her child. The girl had loose curls of a blonde so pale it was almost white and when she opened her eyes they were gray but what drew Hermione's attention was the little birthmark on Anya's left shoulder blade. A little dragon identical to the scar she had on her back although much smaller. Hermione ran her fingers over it and it glowed slightly startling her.

Madame Pomfrey led a timid Draco Malfoy into the room but at the sight of the two he dashed over to them. Hermione looked at him through tired eyes and smiled. She lifted the baby to(for all intents and purposes) her father and he took her in his arms with a look of wonder in his eyes.

"She's beautiful. What's her name?"

"Anya" Draco looked puzzled.

"It was my mother's name." Draco smiled now. "She looks nothing like me or Daniel. Looks more like you than anyone." Hermione added as an afterthought. Draco turned rather pink and Hermione caught it. "What did you do?" Draco shuffled his feet a bit.

"Well...er...I created a spell especially for you as a gift and used it on you last month when we-" He glanced at the matron and then added "-anyway, it switched your stepdad's genetics and put mine in instead. I didn't want you to have to remember how she was concieved so she is as much my child as she is yours. I hope you don't mind." Even tired as she was Hermione managed to lean up and kiss Draco on the lips. He came away with a look of dopey happiness on his face and handed the child back to her mother.

"I had planned to save this but I think we are having a moment here," he got down on one knee and reached into his pocket pulling out an exquisite gold ring studded with rubies and emeralds. "Hermione Granger will you marry me?" Hermione burst into tears and laid Anya down on the bed before throwing herself into Draco's arms and sobbing the word yes over and over. Madame Pomfrey approached them clearing her throat. The newly engaged couple looked up at her questioningly.

"I know this is perhaps not the time to ask this but I have to know who the father of the child is." Hermione shuddered.

"I am not ready to talk about how I became pregnant but she has Draco's genetics so lets just say he's the father." The matron gave a slow nod trying to comprehend what she had just been told. Anya let out a little wail.

"I think she's hungry." Draco made to leave so that she could feed her, "No Draco stay. You've already seen all of me anyway I'm not embarassed." Draco took a seat next to her as Hermione pulled out one plump breast and Anya began to suck hungrily on it. It was the strangest sensation. Not like when Draco sucked on it. This one was less tender but not unpleasent. When she had finished Anya fell asleep.

Hermione asked to leave and after a close examination and a spell to deflate her stomach she was allowed to go. They walked back to their room with Draco's arm around Hermione's waist and Anya carefully concealed from student eyes by Hermione's cloak.

Draco opened the portrait door and led Hermione into the room before closing it. Anya began to cry as it slammed.

"What's that?" A voice asked. A familiar voice. Hermione whirled around.