Another surge of nausea rolled through him as he caught sight of the pregnancy books by Hermione’s chair. Guilt had been eating away at him the past few days as he’d tried to ignore Hermione’s pregnancy. Every time it came to mind, the fear was crippling and the rage enough to rattle the windows. He’d forced himself to stop thinking past Hermione, telling himself  Hermione  was in danger. He’d realized quickly that telling himself Hermione  and  his child were in danger sent him to the loo, the measly amount of food in his stomach leaving him quickly. Theo had Flooed into the flat during one of these sessions and had told him to focus on Hermione, insisting that he and Harry would handle keeping a Healer team ready for when they found her so that she could be checked immediately. Draco was positive he’d never cried harder, had never wished himself dead so badly since sixth year and his impossible mission. 