A/N: Hi, guys! Very short sequel one-shot to Getting Married To The Enemy. Don't worry, this isn't all! But it is a small beginning to the next sequence in this journey that Hermione and Draco are on!
Disclaimer: I own Roselle and Declan. That's about it.
Hermione stared nervously at the clock. Time was running out. Draco would be back from work in thirty minutes and she still hadn't figured out how to tell him. She started to pace.
Roselle looked concerned. Of course, she couldn't speak yet, but Hermione could tell her daughter was very good when it came to emotions, and was a good mind reader.
"What do you think I should do?" Hermione asked Roselle, who was sitting politely on the couch, next her brother, Declan, who was laying down, asleep. "Should I tell him today?"
Hermione sensed a nod coming from Roselle.
"But why can't I wait?" Hermione asked. "Would he be too upset?"
This time, Roselle showed actual signs of head movement.
A pained look crossed Hermione's face. "Fine. But he won't be too happy. I mean, you're only five months old and the marriage law states that I get to wait a year."
Roselle just shrugged, or maybe it was in Hermione's imagination. Either way, she started on preparing her announcement. She quickly set the table and dressed Roselle and Declan up. Draco was home very soon.
"Hermione?" he called as he entered the house.
"Draco!" she cried, running up to the door to hug him.
"Where's Roselle and Declan?" he asked.
"Just hanging. On the couch." Hermione said awkwardly.
"Okay, then." Draco replied. "Listen, I'm just going to heat up some leftovers, then we can read to the twins and tuck them in, alright?"
"Actually, I made you a dinner tonight." Hermione smiled.
"Really?" Draco asked. "How thoughtful of you."
"Why thank you." Hermione said. "Let's sit down, we need to talk about something."
"Ooh, so there's a reason for the dinner." Draco said.
"Of course there's a reason." Hermione laughed. "But seriously, there is something we need to talk about."
Suddenly, the bing of the oven interrupted Hermione.
"Oh!" she said. "I totally forgot about the oven! Will you get it?"
"Sure!" Draco got up and walked to the oven.
Meanwhile, Hermione sprinted to the couch, scooped Declan into her left arm and Roselle into her right, running back just as Draco opened the oven.
"My dinner is a bun?" he asked, staring at a bread bun.
"Think about the meaning of the bun." Hermione said.
"The bun has a meaning?" he asked.
"Think about where the bun is." Hermione clued.
"The bun is in the oven." he said. "The bun is in the oven." he repeated. "Merlin's Beard, there's a bun in the oven!"
"Look at their shirts." Hermione gestured towards the two babies in her hands.
Roselle's said: I'm Going To Be A Big Sister, in bright pink letters. Declan's said: I'm Going To Be A Big Brother, in bright blue letters.
"You really are pregnant?" Draco asked excitedly.
"Yes!" Hermione grinned.
"That's amazing!" Draco smiled.
"You're not upset it's too soon?" Hermione asked, walking over to the couch and setting the twins down on her lap.
Draco followed her. "No. Obviously, this wasn't supposed to happen, but of course I'm happy. You know the Ministry wanted you pregnant by November, but we have a head start."
"I'm glad you understand."
"You know what?"
"I can already tell. I'm getting another princess!"
A/N: Short, I know. But I hoped you enjoyed this cutesy, brief announcement of the birth of their third child!