There hasn't been a party quite like this at the Magic Guild in recent times. But then, there hasn't been a Guildmaster expecting a child in well over twenty years.

After her performance, which served as the finale, Mia went back to her quarters to change into the lovely outfit (a simple green overdress with a black dress to go underneath) that Draco got for her and went to join the party on her husband's arm. She could still feel the nervous fluttering of her stomach.

She didn't really expect to do much except politely greet some guests and then retreat back to her room. She didn't, however, expect the number of people who wanted to see her or the obvious pile of presents in the corner that were suspiciously shaped like baby furniture. (She actually cried tears of joy at one point, to a chorus of "Awwww...")

Mia promises she'll be back soon, Draco. There are just so many people who want to dance with her after her amazing firedancing display.

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Draco drank a spot of wine. Only one, and no more since his wife had to cut out drinking for the baby. He smiled and waved to some familiar faces with a casual comment and a laugh.

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He patted her arm, and then stepped forward.

"I'll get started with some."

He opened one of the presents, and he stared at the very lace covered and sparkly bedding inside. Also it was very pink.

"...." Draco's clearly speechless.

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"Just a little," He whispered back to her hurriedly. At least the pram seemed more neutral and practical with its pockets underneath and nice shade overhead.

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There were some shocked murmurs, and hurried muttering.

Draco smiled at her, and then gave a haughty look to the mutters and murmurs.

"Something to add to that?"

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Draco's very expression immediately become like marble and you could get a chill from the icy tone his voice took, "You're insulting one of the Premiers in front of the Guildmaster. Proper decorum as befitting a Council member would be to apologize immediately."

He never looked more like his father than just then.

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"Quite right, your majesty. Let's go." He offered his arm to her to help steer her out and away. Keeping his head and nose upturned in obvious disgust at the bureaucrat. Merlin and Althena take him, as bad as some of the Ministry!

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He relaxed slightly at the warm contact and her presence, but then Draco threw his hands up.

"Unbelievable! All I've done for Vane, and they still see me as one? And common? For Althena's sake, I would have done their sodding Trial if needed!"

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Draco leaned over to kiss her, "And my home is here now with you. I chose you and Vane. They have no idea what I gave up, leaving the Wizarding world like I did, and it doesn't mean anything to them."

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Draco settled in carefully by her, his eyes half closing.

"He's as bad as some of the backwards lot in the Ministry. Robes of hot air, you ask me."

Though as he settled in, there was something slightly odd.

"Darling, you all right?"

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Draco blinked, "I thought you were shivering.... that's not you?" He eyed her stomach, and blinked some more.

"You mean? What do you mean?"

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"...Cepheus?" Draco stared at her stomach some more, and gently nudged his hand against it. He jerked his hand back with surprise at the light but distinct tap he felt against the palm of his hand.

"...Merlin's beard!"

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He gestured to the lower spot on her tummy that he had pressed against.

"Place your hand right there."

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