Draco paused, considering that. There were a number of ways they could punish me and still take advantage of my "only valuable asset" like locking me up again, albeit more likely in St. Mungo’s, or even to resorting to the Dementor’s Kiss. (That was the one thought that scared me—the one big risk I felt I was taking, and it had been keeping me up at night, I admit, but I was pretty sure I could manoeuvre out of it.) But all in all, the safest thing for a pregnancy would be to leave me be as long as I didn’t cause trouble, and Draco knew it.