Hermione would be sleeping in a room with Ginny, as would Lavender. And Draco would be staying with Harry and Ron; to which ,surprisingly, none of them objected. Teddy had gotten Bill's old room, as Bill had moved out to live with Fleur, his wife.

"Come on 'Mione, let's go to my room?" Ginny suggested. Hermione nodded. The brunette knew that her red headed friend had been dying to talk to her about the baby.

"Shall we go to my bedroom?" Ron asked his Gryiffindor and Slytherin guests. Both nodding. Draco was feeling all sorts of emotions. Are they leading me to Weasley's room to torture me? Draco thought the worst of most situations.
Mrs. Weasley, with many disturbances of little Teddy, got to making Draco a Weasley sweater. The elderly woman didn't want the Slytherin to feel awkward or left out in her house; no matter what he had previously done to her children.
Ron ,Harry, Ginny and all the others were taking a new liking to the reformed Draco for both Hermione and the baby's sake. Also, everyone knew it would upset Hermione if they turned their backs on the blond because of the previous events. Teddy was also seeing Draco in a new light. The Lupin child had started asking Draco about his mother. Teddy was interested in his family's past.

"So how's the little babe doing?" Lavender asked as soon as the three were alone. "Great. Kicking the life outta me, but great" Hermione laughed faintly. "How's Draco with the baby??" Ginny asked with her curiosity growing in her eyes. "He talks to her sometimes. Which I like ,because she calms down at the sound of his voice." Hermione rubbed her rounded stomach. "Awwwe" both girls cooed.

"That's so cute that he talks to her." Lavender's eyes welled with a few happy tears. Hermione lay back on her bed. "Mmmh" she nodded. As of now, Sunset was pounding inside of her. But Hermione decided against telling anybody; she feared everything was centered around the baby now a days. It bothered her because everyone felt the need to ask her questions she had already been asked.
"Where's the due date?" "What's the gender??" "Any names????" Hermione knew they were only trying to be kind, but it annoyed her dreadfully. Also, the constant looking out for her. She almost took the head off of Hannah Abbott for asking did she need any help getting a book down. It was rather irritating to deal with.

The girls got into their night clothes. Hermione's rounded stomach was showing elegantly against her pale pink satin night dress.

Suddenly, Hermione had a thought. She had never told her parents. What with everything, the Gryiffindor was stressed to the max and had forgotten all about it. Over the Summer, Ron and Harry had helped her track down her parents and restore their memories of her.

"I'll be right back!" She told the girls. Hermione got to Ron's door. She knocked. Ron opened it. "Ron, would you mind if I borrowed Pig for a quick moment?"

Ron nodded. "She should be in the kitchen, but if not, feel free to use Errol"

"Thank you" Hermione yelled as she was already dashing down the stairs. The brunette entered the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was knitting a jumper for both Teddy and Draco. Teddy had recently out grown his violet purple Weasley Christmas jumper. Hermione spotted Errol. She couldn't be bothered to look for Pig. Errol would just have to do.

She took out a blank parchment and a quill.

Hermione started to write.

Dear Mum and Dad,
I am writing to tell you some dreadful/wonderful news.
I'm pregnant. The Father has agreed to stay. Please don't be too mad at me. I love you both so very much. Also, the father is my ex arch enemy...... We are now happily dating each other. You remember Draco Malfoy? The boy I would spend countless hours ranting and venting about? Yes. That boy. Once again, I love you both dearly.
Lots of endless love, - Hermione

Hermione gave the letter to Errol and watched as the old bird struggled to fly out of the window.

Hermione waited and waited. The evening darkening and the sky becoming a periwinkle blue. Finally she had gotten a return letter. Hermione braced herself before opening the letter.

There were two separate letters. She begun to read.

Dear Hermione,

I am disgusted in you! You are eighteen years of age! You should not be pregnant.

Yours truly , you're Father.

Hermione let a tear slip from her eyes.

She ripped open the other letter; fearing ,yet again, the worst.

Dear Hermione,
Love, I will be straight with you, I'm not entirely happy, nor angered. I will support you if you and the father decide to keep it. You're father is taking this way too hard. He just bluntly threw a chair towards me, I ducked just in time. I am divorcing him as not only did he spend you such a horrible letter, but he abused me by throwing an object towards me. If I had not ducked, I would have needed a fair amount of stitches. Don't be hard on yourself over this.
I love you Darling.
Love you're Mother.

Hermione cried softly, trying not to catch the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Hermione felt a soft pair of arms wrap around her. She looked down. Teddy was grinning up at her. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked. Hermione nemt down to his level to hug him.

"They are happy tears" she lied. Teddy nodded slowly.

I didn't update for 2 days. Sorry. ☆★♡
Also I am sorry that things isolated so quickly with Mr. and Mrs. Granger. ♡☆