Chapter 59
Prompt: For your own good
With a groan, he flopped to his back, pulling Hermione on top of him. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he mumbled, “I really felt like this time we did it. How long before we can run the diagnostic spell?”
Hermione giggled and stroked her stomach.
“Another few weeks, you know that Drake.”
Draco recoiled at the unwelcome nickname falling from her lips and glanced down to see Hermione’s eyes wide in - fear? Within moments, her expression slowly began to transform into a grotesque smirk and she moved to stand.
“Oh Drake, dear, it’s for your own good,” she said as she slipped back into her ministry robes.
When she turned back to face him, his breathe caught as he noticed her hair begin to take on a blonde sheen. Bile rose in his throat as Hermione’s features morphed into Astoria’s.
“I told you, you would not leave me for that mudblood, but you just wouldn’t listen. But now?”
She stopped to rub her stomach again. “That conception potion all but ensured I now carry the Malfoy heir.”
She bent to stroke his face, “I’ll see you tomorrow at the altar, husband.”