Paralyzed
Chapter 1: The First Crack
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters aren't mine (tragic, I know) but this plot is.
Written for the Apples & Quills 'Happy Birthday Draco" fest.
Hope you enjoy!
"Hurry, hurry," Hermione called over her shoulder as they sprinted past a pair of knights marching through the smoke clouds of numerous spells.
Only a corridor down from the Room of Requirement, they found Luna facing off with three Death Eaters. One of the Death Eaters had lost his mask in this chaos, revealing himself to be Rodolphus. Hermione didn't take even a moment to think before rushing off to aid the Ravenclaw, leaving behind her two best friends who were torn between protecting their friend and continuing on their mission.
"Come on, she can take care of herself," Ron interrupted, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder to push him forward. "What does a bloody Diadem even look like?"
That was the last of the two boys that Hermione would see for a very long time.
That was the last of the muggle-born both of them would see for a not-so-very-long time.
Minerva McGonagall prided herself on the five years of peace that followed the Battle of Hogwarts and dreaded the day a shrill scream pierced the castle. She was barely a couple feet out of her office when a little boy came hurtling around the corner, yelling his head off.
"HEADMISTRESS! HEADMIST - oof!"
"What on Earth is going on, Mister Jenkins?" she peered down at the Hufflepuff who had collided with her legs and went sprawling back onto the floor.
"There's a - Ha - Harry Potter fell out of the wall!"
Her heart fell to her stomach like a stone and the budding hope she'd kept squashed in her chest perked up. Picking up her skirts, she immediately gestured to the boy to show the way and raced after him. Those were the longest two minutes of her life, the time it took for her to reach the fifth floor corridor.
Already a few students were gathered in a wide circle, hushed whispers covering up the sound of the confused boys talking. The crowd parted to let her through and she came to an abrupt stop at the sight of the Chosen One and his best friend. The two noticed her immediately, their faces lighting up at the first familiar person.
"Professor McGonagall! What happened? What's going on? Vold -" the dark-haired boy asked quickly.
"Harry," she hushed him by pulling him into her arms. He was taken aback, but returned her hug all the same. "Ronald. I'm so happy both of you are okay."
Ron awkwardly returned her hug and was stunned when she began to usher them away from the fifth floor. The crowd of students trailed behind unsurely, but McGonagall paid them no mind and didn't relax until she'd gotten the pair into her office. The portraits that line the walls were in an uproar, each having its own reaction to the two boys who hadn't been seen in a very long time.
"COWARDS!"
"HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACES -"
"DISGRACES TO THE NOBLE FAMILIES OF POTTER AND WEASLEY!"
"WHAT SORCERY DID YOU USE TO SAVE YOUR ARSES -"
With a raise and slice of her wand, McGonagall silenced all the portraits and bent over her desk to scribble out notices to all the appropriate authorities.
"Professor, please. What's going on?" Harry tried again.
"Is my family okay?" Ron questioned anxiously.
"Why are so many students here? Right after the battle?"
"Why is everything so clean and er, not broke -"
"All will be cleared up soon but not until the Minister is present. Please hold on to your questions for now," McGonagall interrupted Ron with an apologetic look.
The other two watched her silently as she attached the letters to the foot of a majestic eagle owl perched by the window. Crossing her office to the fireplace, she tossed in a fistful of Floo powder and spoke into the smoke, "Minister Shacklebolt's office."
"Minverva?" The man in the flames looked up from the paperwork he'd been examining. Getting to his feet, he crossed around his desk and crouched down before the fireplace.
"You must come immediately. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley have been found."
"Where? How? Who found them?" he asked once he'd taken a moment to digest the shocking news.
"I'll explain everything once you arrive. I've sent word to St. Mungos to send the specialists and for the Department of Mysteries to dispatch an Unspeakable to examine the boys. I think we should wait before sending word to Arthur. It won't be easy to get answers with Molly Weasley around."
"Hopefully Neville manages to get a shot at the snake," Ron said as they walked quickly through the piles of stuff in the Room of Requirement.
"I can't believe I got the story out of Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter. That was some incredible luck," Harry exclaimed, shaking his head with disbelief.
"Did you see the kiss Hermione gave me just now? I think I've got a real shot now."
"That's great, Ron. Not like its added pressure to defeat You-Know-Who or anything."
"Bloody hell!" Ron broke off mid-laughter, gesturing to the glass cabinet he'd come to an abrupt stop before. "That's a crown. It counts as a Diadem, right?"
"Oh, hell! It looks just like the one in Ravenclaw tower! It's got to be it."
To check to see whether it was actually a horcrux, Harry performed an accio and was pleased when it didn't work. If there's one thing he had learned the night Dumbledore died, it was that Horcruxes couldn't be summoned. Opening the doors of the cabinet, he reached in to grab the Diadem but let out a noise of surprise when it wouldn't budge. He pulled with his entire strength, but the magnificent jewellery had been magically glued to the bust it sat upon.
"Here, let me try."
Ron pulled and pulled until his face matched his hair and he was having a hard time breathing.
"It's not working," Harry said, an edge of panic to his voice. "What're we going to do?"
"I don't know, mate. Here, let's try together."
Thankfully the cabinet was just large enough to allow them both to reach in together and claw at the sparkling jewels. Feet digging into the floor, they threw the entire weight of their bodies into their effort and sweat began to bead along their foreheads.
"Oompf!"
There was a blinding flash of red light and a deafening scream in their ears as they lost their footing to tumble back to the ground. Barely hitting the floor before getting suck up into the cabinet, they yelled out in alarm as everything was swallowed by darkness.
"What happened with Voldemort?" Harry blurted out when he couldn't hold in the words any longer. "The battle? And - and how is the damage to the castle fixed this fast?"
Kingsley Flooed over in minutes and was performing his own diagnostic spells while waiting for the Healer and Unspeakables to arrive. So far the only ones talking had been McGonagall and Kingsley in hushed whispers.
"He's dead," Kingsley announced cautiously.
"YES!"
"WE DID IT!"
Breaking out into cheers, the two boys missed the dark looks the Minister and Headmistress were exchanging.
"You've been in the Room of Requirement all this time then?"
Just as Harry began to nod, his stomach growled loudly and Ron's followed suit. Looking sheepish, he explained, "Ron and I haven't eaten anything in days. All we had was a sandwich from the Hog's Head to last us the week."
"Week?" McGonagall whispered with a horrified expression. "Kingsley, no, they -"
"The Unspeakables will be able to tell us more. It could be some form of a stasis spell," he interrupted with a reassuring squeeze to the shoulder.
"Professor, wait, how did Voldemort die?"
"Harry, there will be time for your questions later," Kingsley said, his features somber.
"At least tell us who did it!" Ron added anxiously. "I thought only Harry could kill him."
"With the Chosen One missing, another courageous soul had to take on the role of Saviour."
"Professor, but who?" Harry asked, equal parts confused and relieved.
The Headmistress looked down at him over her spectacles with an expression akin to pity.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Everyone cover your tits and arses," a thundering voice interrupted what was panning out to be an amazing morning for Draco. "I'm coming in in three…."
Hermione's head popped out from under the cover, irritation settling over her features and she exchanged a look with him.
"Two!"
Draco let his head fall back with a groan and yelled out, "Fuck off, Blaise!"
"One!"
Wrapping the blanket around Hermione tightly as she tucked herself into his arms just in time, Draco turned his glare onto his friend who bounded into the room like an overeager puppy.
"Good morning, Malfoys," Blaise practically hollered and wrenched open the curtains, his grin as bright as the rays of sun sweeping across the room.
"Hush. Scorpius has the ears of a bat," Hermione scolded.
"What the hell do you want?" Draco grumbled, swearing when Blaise stretched out across the foot of their bed.
"Can't I just miss my favourite people in the world?" he pouted as he crossed his arms under his head.
"Go annoy your wife then."
"Are you kidding me? She'll hex my balls off if I wake her up this early," he exclaimed and shuddered. "Ever since she started her leave she's been emotional and murderous. Well, more than usual."
"Hey!" Hermione glared. "Being a human incubator is no walk in the park. And wait until the baby is born. Have you ever seen Ginny wake up before getting her solid eight hours of sleep?"
"Speaking of, aren't you glad you took on Draco's old nurse elf for Scorpy-boy and got all this alone time?
"We were until you showed up," Draco cut in before Hermione could respond and felt her body move against his when she giggled. He shot his best friend another dirty look.
"Uh, are we having a party? Why didn't anyone invite me?"
"Theo!" Blaise shouted gleefully, gesturing for the stringy man to cross the threshold.
"Good morning, Theo!"
"Do either of you have any concept of privacy?" Draco groaned over Hermione's cheerful greeting.
"Evidently not," Blaise smirked as he shifted over to make space for their newest arrival. "Hey, T-bag. How's your morning coming along?"
"Are we - is that what we're doing now? T-bag? Really?" Draco remarked lightly.
"I'd rather you not," Theo muttered as he sat down.
"Why is our bedroom being turned into a bloody zoo?" Draco grumbled.
"I don't know, Draco. You're the lion tamer here. Why don't you tell us?"
"Get the fuck out, Blaise!" he growled but couldn't help smirking a bit.
"Hey, snake charmer, what's your secret?"
"It's all in the hips, Blaise," Hermione mock-whispered.
"Damn it."
"Will you people stop?" Draco growled, throwing his arms up in the air.
"Down, tiger," Blaise purred.
"Er, two minutes. Hermione, quick question. Sorry, is this a bad time?"
"Yes!"
"Shush, Draco. No, no, Theo, what is it?"
"I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page here. You're absolutely sure you'll be making apple spiced crumble tonight?"
"Yes, Theo," Hermione said patiently, "Just as I told you."
"Oh, okay. Good. That's good. I wasn't - there wasn't really any doubt -"
"Of course not," Hermione chirped, smiling fondly at him.
"Right, right. Well, alright then. If you're sure, I can breathe easier here. Phew! Salazar, was that stressful. I couldn't sleep all night, you know? Kept going over the conversation, making sure I got it right that you said you'd make - and you know - yeah, well. Anyways. That's - that's real swell. Thanks a bunch, Hermione. You're the best."
"Are we done here?" Draco said in the utmost bored tone. "Blaise?"
"Uh, yeah. What's up?"
"Get out."
"What? Why?"
"Blaise!"
"Draco!"
"Hermione!"
All three guys turned to look at her questioningly.
Hermione shrugged. "I felt left out."
"In that case," Theo whispered and then cleared his throat. "Theo!"
"Fuck. Me," Draco groaned to the ceiling.
"I would if Blaise would just get out," Hermione coughed.
"Ugh, fine. I can take a hint."
"Really now?" Draco drawled.
"Excuse you, Draco. My therapist says that if I don't value myself, no one else will. So I'm just saying it now. I'm fabulous and you can fuck off," Blaise said coolly.
"I hate our friends," Draco said when the door closed loudly behind the Italian.
"No, you don't," Hermione said and kissed the side of his mouth. "You love them."
'I do," he said, his hand sliding up her neck and into her hair to hold her face to his. Before capturing her lips, he whispered, "And I love our life."
"Most of all, I love you," he murmured between kisses.
After another round of lovemaking, they fell back asleep well into the morning, until Scorpius crawled in to snuggle up between his parents. Leo, their three-year old puppy, bounded into the room after him and didn't hesitate to claim his space on the bed. It was this scene that the family elves were regretful to disturb as noon crept forward.
"Sweetheart, what happened to the t-shirt and pants Twinkle put you in?"
"Off!" Scorpius chanted, marching into the kitchen with Leo on his heels.
"Scorp, please tell me you didn't get your dad to change your outfit?"
"I'm Malfoy," the toddler protested. "Grandpa says I have what I want. I wear suit like daddy."
"Is everyone ready to head out?" Draco appeared in the doorway, his hair wet and his tie hanging loosely around his neck.
"Draco, did you really believe whatever reason our infuriatingly intelligent offspring gave you?" Hermione complained as she came over to fix his tie for him.
"I mean, we are going to a five-star restaurant and he can take the blazer off when we get there."
"Yes, but he's only two. He'll be uncomfortable and red-faced by the time the appetizers arrive."
"It's fine, love," Draco reasoned with a fond smile, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. "I'll put a cooling charm on his clothes."
"Alright, but tell your dad to stop blowing up his ego. He'll be a terror by the time he gets to Hogwarts. Strutting around the halls like eleven year old you."
"But he's a Malfoy. We strut. That's what we do. Even our peacocks strut around the manor grounds, staking their territory."
"You were such a little shit," she remarked, shaking her head in horrified amusement.
"And you fell for this little shit," he retorted cheekily.
"Yeah, after I punched your head out of your arse and you fell head over heels for me."
Draco kissed the smug grin off her face, leaving behind a pout when he pulled away sooner than she liked.
"Stop, my Mommy, my kisses." Scorpius whined, pushing between the two adults.
"Let's go, before Ginny decides to revoke her favour," he reminded her, his sexy smirk at the end sending heat flashing down to her thighs. Turning to the boy bouncing on the balls of his feet impatiently, Draco lifted him into his arms and turned on his heel.
A few uncomfortably long seconds later, they reappeared at the apparition point for a restaurant that recently opened in the newer, more affluent area of Wizarding Paris. Thankfully the apparition point allowed customers to arrive out of the view of the media, a necessity as many of the wealthy patrons were celebrities or influential people.
Dinner was a lively affair, consistent laughter and broad grins lighting up their corner of the restaurant. Luna immediately regaled Hermione with a detailed account of her recent trip to Indonesia to find Troll fishes, her husband, Theo, chiming in at times. Beside his mother, Scorpius was chattering away animatedly to Theo, asking dozens of questions about the wild adventures the curse breaker went on. Ginny was quick to rope Draco into an invigorated conversation about the Holyhead Harpies' match yesterday.
"Don't know how you deal with that zoo of messy children, Neville," Blaise remarked, shivering as he thought about their own schooldays. "Remember when we used to walk around Hogwarts like we owned the place? That right there, that was my peak."
Pansy and Neville were the only single people in their tight little friend group. Though the others had a running bet on those two getting together, there didn't seem to be anything more than pleasantries. In fact, Hermione could've sworn Pansy went out of her way to avoid talking to Neville.
Hermione's nerves singed when Draco began to order a glass of wine for the both of them. She refused quickly but faltered under his questioning gaze. Thankfully, Pansy spoke up from across her, leaning forward to sneer at him, "If you must know, Draco, we're all doing a weeklong cleanse to clear up our pores. The rest of us can't just wake up looking like we got off the runway like you."
"It was one modelling campaign, Pans. Get over it," Draco laughed. "I'd suggest you find one for yourself except the circus isn't hiring. Tough luck."
"Har har, you're a real comedian, Draco," she retorted in a bored tone and covered her mouth with her manicured fingers to mock yawn. "Besides, your hair was out of place in the photos."
"How dare you!"
"He weighed how much when he was born?" Ginny shrieked at Hermione's revelation. "How do you even have a vagina left? Is it just one big gaping -"
"Ginny!" Neville gasped.
Draco wrapped his arm around the back of Hermione's chair and smirked at the redhead. "I can attest that that's definitely not the case. Quite the opposite actually."
"Draco!" Hermione smacked his shoulder but couldn't help laughing at his typical Draco response.
They left the restaurant after the main course, already having plans to meet up back at Malfoy Manor for dessert and tea. Blaise made a beeline for the bar the moment he walked in, leaving a vexed pregnant wife to glower at him while she struggled to get her heels off. Pansy snorted and held out a hand to steady the teetering woman.
"Twinkle, could you please help Scorpius with changing into his pyjamas?" Hermione asked kindly to one of the many elves swarming her the moment she entered. They were all moonstruck by her, following her around incessantly, much to Draco's annoyance. He never imagined he'd have to compete for his wife's attention with his own house elves.
"Put the crumble in the oven on low heat, thank you, Jinx. Marcy, would you kindly put my purse away and bring a shawl for Ginny once you're done putting away the coats? Eggs, has the icing cooled off by now?" she listed away as they trailed behind her.
"If someone told Hermione back at Hogwarts that she'd have a litter of house elves at her beck and call, she would've hexed them into oblivion," Neville said in amazement.
"She nearly did so to me when she found out I hadn't freed them all before having the audacity to ask her to marry me," Draco said with a snort, remembering the burns that had singed his arm hair most unflatteringly.
"Whipped," Blaise snickered.
"What was that, Blaise?" Hermione asked sweetly, coming up behind him.
"Ah!" He jumped a foot in the air and recognizing the gleam in her eyes, he quickly said, "Nothing, nothing."
"Clearly it's something."
"Just admiring your compatibility as a couple," he coughed out. Looking around for a distraction, he fought back a grin when he spotted his wife curled up by the fireplace. "Oi, Gin, did you tell Hermione about that sale they were having at Alana's the other day?"
"Oh! Hermione, you won't believe!" she squealed excitedly. "The sexiest pair of boots and they were practically a steal. Mind you, I nearly got trampled over by this skank and would you believe it, this bitch tried to take the lace dress I found. Like ripping it from my hands kind of take. I nearly hexed that stupid muggle, just ask Blaise. He had to hold me back. Right, honey?"
"Spitfire," Blaise nodded.
"Hermione once obliviated a muggle for a pair of red heels," Draco remarked nonchalantly.
"No!" Ginny gasped.
While Blaise was still deciding whether it was safe to laugh, Pansy had burst into a fit of laughter and was bent over to catch her breath. Neville and Luna didn't look surprised at all, while Theo carefully edged away a few inches.
"Some lady put these heels on hold to come back later during the day and buy. They also happened to be the last pair in her size so my lovely wife decided to make the muggle forget about them completely," he explained with a proud smirk.
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Hermione waved off. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find heels that fit the shape of my feet?"
"That sounds exactly like something Draco would do for his designer shirts and hair gels," said Blaise, chuckling at his friend's answering scowl.
"Don't worry, Zabini, he knows if he lets that stupid hair gel anywhere close to that pretty head of is, he'll have to answer to me," Hermione assured him.
"I really can't tell if you're more possessive of his hair or he's more possessive of yours," Luna commented. "Remember when he opened your bun at your wedding reception with those grabby hands?"
"Oh Salazar, don't remind me or I'll be tempted to smack him again," Pansy interrupted with a groan. "It took me three hours to get her hair socially acceptable and another two for that hairstyle."
"Yeah, but I also specifically told you that morning that I like her hair open."
"I'm still not over the fact that ten minutes of her hair dolled up and then every bride-to-be and celebrity wanted the same hairstyle for months that followed," Ginny added.
"You two are my favourite power couple."
"See, Neville has his priorities straight," Draco pointed out and grabbed Hermione's hand as she was walking past. Pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, he gave her a questioning look.
"I'm putting on the tea and checking on the crumble," she told him, stretching her neck back to kiss the underside of his jaw.
Initially, it had been a struggle to get the elves to allow her into their domain, as the very thought of their mistress getting her hands dirty in the kitchen was utterly scandalizing. Now they graciously stepped back to let her bake and cook on occasion as long as she allowed them to help out.
Setting the teapot to boil, she stood at the sink and looked out through the wide window above it. It had been charmed to look out at a small area on the property where the family spent the most time outside. It was dark out now, as the evening grew late, but the flutter fairies chasing each other around the flowerbeds twinkled like Christmas lights.
"Galleon for your thoughts?"
"Oh, I don't know if they're actually worth that much," she said with a small smile.
"You've been distracted lately," Pansy noted. "I'm surprised he hasn't figured it out yet. He's one of the most observant people I know. It's the Slytherin in him."
"I think it's more like he doesn't want to get his hopes up."
"Understandable," Pansy nodded. "You'd think he'd at least pick up on the bump considering you're absolutely tiny and further along than last time."
"This is a silly thought, but what if he's not ready for this? After last time, makes sense that he wouldn't want to take the risk."
"You're right, that's silly. Draco loves being a father and you know he's damn good at it too."
"Yeah, but he nearly lost me last time, Pans. There was so much bleeding and if I were a muggle, I wouldn't have survived. Praise Merlin for magical healing."
"Exactly, you're a witch. Besides, your being muggleborn only improves the baby's chances at being healthy. Now come on, chin up. You're going to make that man very happy tonight with this big news."
Ginny had been kind enough to offer to take Scorpius for the night so that Hermione could build up an atmosphere for her reveal. Draco believed the redhead was having a rare moment of temporary generosity.
"Don't let him win you over for a second book before bed," Hermione warned Ginny as the redhead pulled her coat on.
"Relax, Hermione. We've got this. Remember how well we took care of that wounded bunny?" Blaise said, chuckling as he picked up Scorpius's overnight bag.
Hermione tried to look outraged, but it was incredibly difficult with her husband snickering beside her.
"The crumble was amazing, Hermione, seriously," Theo told her gravely as he gave her a quick hug. "I'm like so deeply humbled, for real."
"I'll meet you and we'll go to Diagon Alley from your office," Neville confirmed his lunch plans with Draco.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite, mommy," Scorpius told her very seriously as he hugged and kissed her goodbye.
Draco picked up Scorpius and turned away from Hermione as they whispered amongst each other. Pressing a kiss to his son's forehead, Draco put him down and nudged him towards the fireplace.
"Goodnight, Daddy," Scorpius chirped, reaching up to grab Blaise's hand as they stood side by side in the grate.
"Draco Malfoy, tell me you didn't," Pansy cackled out in laughter.
"Wait, what?"
Draco smirked and waved off his wife's questions, instead distracting her by wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"How long has it been since we've had a child-free night?" Draco remarked as Pansy disappeared in a flash of green flames.
"Too long," Hermione admitted, wringing her hands together at her waist.
He squeezed her tighter to himself, letting his head drop down and inhaling the sweet scent that clung to her voluminous curls. She felt him respond against her back and had to firmly remind herself to be patient. Disentangling herself from the affronted looking man, she bit back a mischievous smile and pulled herself just out of his reach.
"Want to take a short walk through the gardens?" she suggested.
She felt bad for the momentary disappointment in his eyes but knew the plan would be worth it in the end. Though he'd never admit it, her husband loved surprises. Having grown up as a spoilt heir whose every whim was catered to instantly meant there was more of his parents just giving him everything he wanted and less of unsuspecting, sentimental gifts.
The gardens of Malfoy Manor were her favourite part of the property, right after the magnificent library. Acres of incredible landscaping and the rarest species of plants was home to a variety of creatures. One end of the property was thick woods overlooking a large pond that contained a miniature sea monster. It had been Blaise's ace move in his yearly bet with Theo over who could find Draco the better present. Hermione had been worried about having young children around the creature but turns out the serpent beast was vegan.
Hermione led them to the small labyrinth beside the greenhouses, the couple quiet as they enjoyed the warmth of each other's arms. As they approached the arch that lined the entrance, wooden torches that stood tall on either side of the arch flared to life and the distant sound of running water could be heard.
"I love this place," Hermione whispered, her eyes misty as she smiled happily at the stone dragon perched atop a tall rock. His jaws were pulled apart but instead of fire shooting out of his mouth, it was a stream of sparkling water.
"What brought on this melancholic mood?" Draco wondered as he sat down on the edge of the fountain and pulled her to stand in between his legs.
"Just thinking about how grateful I am for you and our family."
"As am I, my lioness," he murmured, hiding his face into her neck. Given their stark height difference, the top of his head just grazed her chin and allowed him to press a kiss to her pulse.
"Draco," she giggled, squirming in his arms when his breath against the side of her neck tickled. "Hold on, I saved one last cupcake from Blaise's black hole of a stomach. Just for you. Twinkle?"
With a muffled popping sound, the house elf appeared by her elbow and held out a platter with a single cupcake sitting in the centre. He bowed and disappeared just as quick as he came after she took the confectionary treat from him.
If Draco noticed her hands shaking as she handed him the cupcake, he didn't say. Instead, he peered down curiously at the vibrant green icing.
"Is that a niffler?" he asked, his eyes already gleaming in anticipation of all that sugar.
"What? No - I - Draco!" Hermione cried exasperatedly, grabbing his wrist to pull the cupcake back towards herself. "How the hell does this look like a niffler?"
"Hermione, sweetheart, you're the craziest, ballsiest witch and you excel at everything you attempt. However, my love, art is not your forte."
"Guess again!" she scowled, a bit of impatience in her tone.
Silence fell between them, dragging by like hours even though she knew it was mere seconds. She could pinpoint the exact moment realization struck and he stiffened. The slate grey of his irises began to glisten as muted happiness crept onto the lines of his face. He looked up at her, eyes wide and expression hopeful, and asked quietly, "Is this…?"
She nodded quickly, tears already slipping down her cheeks and her teeth digging into her bottom lip.
"Are you…okay with this?"
His mouth fell open and his eyes widened comically. Just as his tears made an appearance, a broad grin stretched across his face. He jumped to his feet and pulled her into his arms. Shrieks of laughter pierced the cool night air as he spun her around.
"Am I okay with it? Am I bloody okay with it?" he choked out in between the kisses he was showering her with and the laughter bubbling out of his chest. His entire being seemed to vibrate, exuding happiness.
Pressing his forehead against hers and holding her as tightly as he could without hurting her, he murmured, "The little boy who grew up playing in this maze because it hid him from his father's disappointed gaze never imagined he could be this happy."
The fountain gurgled quietly in the back as the two clung to each other with blatant relief and a sense of belonging.
"I can't believe you thought the pacifier was a niffler."
"I can. A two year old could draw better than this - ouch! Watch it, witch!"
"I love you," she mumbled fondly against his lips.
"I love you more," he whispered.
"Not possible."
"We'll see."
"Is that a threat?"
"No, a promise."
Giggling, Hermione pulled him back in for more kisses, craving his intoxicating taste. The happiness on his face lit up his features like a soft sunrise peeking over the sparkling torrid waves. She couldn't believe this breathtakingly handsome man was all hers.
Caught up in her admiring, Hermione didn't even notice he had vanished her panties until his knuckles brushed against her swollen lips. Sticky, pearly fluid soaked his fingers and he couldn't resist removing his hand to try a taste.
"Mhmm," he moaned around his fingers. "More. I need more."
"Then what are you waiting for?" she whispered before capturing his lips with her own. A feral sort of groan rose from her chest at the taste of her desire for him. "All yours."
The grin he shot her before picking her up to place her on the edge of the fountain was absolutely wicked and sent her heart aflutter as he pushed up her dress. The cool night air caressed her pussy, leaving her shivering with want. Thankfully, Draco - the ever ready husband - was eager to plunder the source and dove in between her legs. Nipping at the insides of her thighs as he made his way to her pretty, pink pussy, he smirked to himself when her hips tried to shoot up at his ministrations. Using one hand to hold them down, he used the other to tease her clit. The sounds that escaped her when his tongue snaked into her cunt would've been embarrassing once upon a time ago. Now, Draco had made it his mission to hear her hot, little mouth make the most depraved noises, all in his name.
He serenaded her up the peak with his mouth and ripped her back from the edge at the very last second. Chuckling at her outraged cries when he stood up, he murmured affectionately, "My eager little slut," as he took off the rest of his clothes.
Hermione was leaning back on her hands, watching him undress with glazed eyes and a dry mouth. She had already removed her dress the moment he moved because she knew his tendency to tear her clothes regardless of however obscenely expensive they may be. She began to get on her knees, her eyes gleaming and tongue peeking out to wet her lips at the sight of his cock standing at attention, but Draco stopped her with a look.
"Later, definitely, I want to fuck that mouth. But right now, I need to be in you," he declared, his hold gentle as he pulled her to her feet and turned her. With a hand pressing down between her shoulder blades, he had her arse up in the air, perfectly in line with his painfully hard cock. Given the angle she was bent over at, he hesitated and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "It's going to hurt."
She breathed out a laugh and retorted, "Pain is pleasure."
He didn't need telling twice, nor was he going to ask for permission again. His witch hated to be asked and rather preferred to be taken instead. Draco loved the nasty, filthy vixen behind her prim and proper appearance. His hungry lioness met his hips with rivaling zeal and she moaned at the subtle ache of pain that came from being bent over so far and pounded into.
"I can't wait until you're too swollen with my child to be bent over and fucked like this," he snarled in her ear, pressed down against her spine.
The keening and utterly wanton moan that she responded to his dirty words with drove him crazy. The ferocity with which he drilled into her doubled and soon enough he joined her over the crest of pleasure.
She truly was his match in every way. Their loving was the all-consuming kind that took you to the highest peak in the universe and back down to the rockiest terrain. Their souls clashed fiercely in cacophony and the air crackled from the heat of their magic intertwining. Every inch of her, from the wild mane of curls down to the tips of her toes, was his to cherish and caress. She was all his - in name, body, mind, and soul - and Draco dared anyone to challenge his claim.
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I had this plot idea a while back but it fit perfectly with my Apple & Quills Happy Birthday Draco fest prompt so I just had to bring it to life.
Thank you to my lovely beta bbzelda (previously known as luunascope) for all her hard work and support!
Prompt: Dramione smut. Draco being possessive and yet giving. Arrogantly charming, madly in love with Hermione. Romance and Humor.
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P.S. for those smart cookies who are wonder where they've read this before, I actually uploaded this to my ao3 account long before on here and completely forgot to post it here up until now :)