You thought telling Draco you were pregnant would be one of the happiest moments of your marriage. Instead, your husband looks at the tiny green booties you bought to surprise him and asks one devastating question: “Is it mine?” For weeks, Draco has secretly believed you may be having an affair with Harry Potter, unaware that the evidence against you has been carefully manufactured by Astoria Greengrass—the woman who never forgave him for choosing you instead of her. You know the truth. You never cheated. Harry has his own reason for those secret meetings. And the child growing inside you is unquestionably Draco’s. Someday, Draco will learn just how wrong he was. The question is whether there will still be a marriage waiting for him when he does.