Sigh No More Chapter 10: Can you lie next to her, and give her your heart as well as your body and can you lie next to her, confess your love as well as your folly.

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A/N: I normally don't place these up here, but I wanted to let everyone know that I have a poll on my profile page about the baby name(s). If you would like to put your opinion in, please go there and vote. I will be taking it down in two weeks. Also, the song lyrics I used for this chapter are from Mumford and Sons 'White Blank Page'. Check it out, it's a great song!

When Hermione left the room I called a house elf to clean up our dinner, and then paced the room. I scowled when I realized that I was in fact nervous-as if I had never had sex with a woman before. There was no reason to be nervous, I scolded myself. Sure, this might be different because I actually cared about this woman; I was planning on starting a family with her- I already had in a way with Rosie.

I had been wearing a suit since I had had a business meeting with my father and the Dark Lord earlier, so I shrugged out of the jacket and undid a few buttons as if that would help me relax. I thought about calling up a house elf to get me a shot of firewhiskey, and then changed my mind. I wanted a clear head when Hermione was ready; I wanted to be able to remember every single detail, to see her reaction to me.

I let out a loud sigh as I noticed that nothing I was doing or thinking about was helping the tension leave my body, so I decided to go to my office-the room next to Hermione's library. I sat down in my leather chair at the desk and opened up the secret compartment that was enchanted to actually be hidden from magical and muggle eyes. This drawer contained half of the plans that Blaise and I had come up with for destroying the Dark Lord and his empire, the other half was at Blaise's. We both made sure we had nothing to incriminate the other if one was caught, and most of it would be near impossible to understand since we had decided to write most of our information down in code.

I took out the top parchment, looking at a picture of my cousin Arcturus Black that had been taped to the page. He had the same aristocratic features that my mother had the same straight, sharp nose. But the family resemblance ended there; his hair was midnight black and fell to his shoulders. It would have been feminine if he hadn't of tied it back like my father did some days. His eyes were a stormy gray, as if the turmoil inside of him was showing itself. At 23 he was young as far as death eaters go (if you excluded the new recruits), but obviously older than myself.

His mother had been disowned from the Black Family after marrying a muggle-born when her husband Aries Black had died. I had been eleven at the time and remembered my mother crying because she had quite liked Mirabella. My father had made several offhanded comments about what a waste of a good pureblooded male-speaking about Arcturus of course-and had suggested once that we could take him in.

Bellatrix had cut him off with a sharp reminder that while the Dark Lord had no quarrels with faithful Half-bloods, Muggle-borns were a poison that spread. She had made herself clear that Arcturus would only bring our family down, and that had ended any discussion about my cousin coming to live with us instead of his traitor mother.

"Draco, Arcturus is here to visit!" My mother called from the foyer, as if she didn't know that I had been waiting at the top of the stairs for the last hour to see my cousin. Even though I was only six and he was ten, I looked up to Arcturus almost as much as I did my father. He was always so much fun to play with, and the adults loved to have him around because he acted so 'mature' as they always said.

"Coming, Mother!" I replied, reminding myself to walk down the stairs instead of running like I wanted to. Arcturus had told me at the Christmas party that the adults liked us much better if we walked everywhere unless they told us to hurry. He also told me that the only time he ever acted like an adult was when they were around.

"Draco, you've grown since Christmas!" Uncle Aries smiled down at me. He was my favorite uncle because Uncle Lestrange was Aunt Bellatrix's husband which meant he wasn't really my uncle by blood; and father told me that blood mattered more than anything besides gold.

"Thank you Uncle Aries." I said, giving him a proper bow like my mother had taught me.

"And he has such manners! Narcissa, I must say you have done a wonderful job with this one. When can we expect another little Malfoy from you and that husband of yours?" Uncle Aries asked this every time he saw my mother since I could remember and my mother always blushed. She never blushed unless she was talking to Uncle Aries.

"Uncle Aries!" She chided, smoothing out her dress.

"Mother, how can he be your uncle if he's my uncle?" I frowned, stumped. I prided myself at my ability of knowing who everyone was and how they were connected to each other. My father always looked at me with pride when I remembered who people were and didn't have to be introduced again.

"Well, your Grandfather Black was my brother. You know what that means right?" Uncle Aries looked at me with his light gray eyes that always seemed to twinkle. No one else I knew had eyes that shined like that besides Arcturus.

"That means that Grandfather Black is my Mothers Father. So you're my mother's father's brother."

"Correct! This means that I am your mother's uncle, and that makes me your great-uncle, but I like it better when you call me uncle. Makes me feel less old." Uncle Aries gave me another grin as he patted my cheek affectionately. Another reason why I liked Uncle Aries better than Uncle Lestrange; he was nice. It was a nice change in attitude from what I was used to most of the time, and I always enjoyed when Uncle Aries visited.

"Alright Uncle Aries," I gave him a smile in return. "Hello Arcturus, do you wanna go play?"

"I thought you'd never ask. Father, Cousin." He bowed slightly to his father and to my mother, and we made our way outside quickly, making sure we were out of our parent's sight before we took off in a run.

We played Goblins and Dragons, had a contest to see who could produce to most interesting magic (Arcturus won since he was older), and then he told me of his travels to Australia with his father. My mother called for us to come in for dinner when it was starting to get dark, and I was thrilled to find that Uncle Aries and Arcturus were spending the night.

"Have you ever heard of the monster called the automobile?" Uncle Aries asked me after dinner when we were all in the sitting room.

"No! Did you fight one?" I looked up at my uncle in wonder, completely at awe in how much he knew.

"Fight one? I was inside one!" he exclaimed, as always with a smile on his face.

"Don't fill his head up with silly notions Aries, I want him to grow up sensible." My father scowled, and my mother quickly lost her smile.

"I was only telling him a tale Lucius, I would have told him before he went to bed." Uncle Aries gave my father a hard look, but my father was never intimidated by other people. He always told me that a Malfoy was better than any other person I would ever meet.

"An automobile is a contraption that muggles use to get around instead of brooms, portkeys, and flooing somewhere." My father ignored Uncle Aries as he explained to me what it really was, and I felt as if someone had turned down the lights.

"I'd like to go to bed now, please." I replied, a frown on my face.

"Look, you've upset the boy. He's only six for Merlin's sake, let him be a child." Uncle Aries glared at my father, who glared back.

"What, so he can run around never having been disciplined in his life? Draco will carry on the Malfoy line, he must be brought up in the proper pureblood ways. He will honor his name and this family, and everyone will know who he is." My father gave a look of disdain towards Arcturus. "Do you honestly think that boy of yours will honor the Black name?"

"My boy will honor the Black name once he has become a man, because he was given the freedom to be who he is as a child. I do not place impossible expectations on my son and then punish him for failing Lucius."

"Do not tell me how to raise my son."

"Go to bed now boys, it's alright." My mother told us quietly, and we both left as fast as we could.

I shook my head and stood up from my desk, figuring that Hermione would be finished giving Rose her bath. When I reached Rose's room I stopped in the doorway, smiling as I watched Hermione dry her daughter with gentle hands. She always talked to Rose when she thought no one was around, and it was never any of that gibbering nonsense that people normally spoke when they were around babies.

Hermione had conversations with her daughter, talked to her as if she understood everything that she was saying. And the words were always spoken with such love and tenderness; I could remember a point in time when my own mother spoke to me in such a manner-and the moment she stopped.

"Would you like to lay her down Draco? She always falls asleep faster for you." Hermione asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"That's because you talk to her when you put her to sleep, and it keeps her focused on something." I gave her a smirk but took Rose from her, sitting in the rocking chair.

"I can't help it. She looks at me with those pretty blue eyes and I feel like I have to share all my secrets to her." She shook her head and gave a small laugh, biting her bottom lip before she realized what she was doing. She blushed when she saw I had noticed, turning her head.

"Yes well, all you have to do is rock her and be quiet. She falls asleep in about ten minutes tops." I informed her, watching as Rosie's eyes fluttered open and closed. The little bugger was fighting sleep, as if she could stay up.

"Then I'll leave you to it." Hermione walked over and placed a kiss on Rosie's forehead. "I love you darling, sleep tight." I watched her leave before turning my attention back on Rose, which helped ease my anxiety about what I was going to do tonight.

It took a little bit longer than ten minutes since she was being stubborn tonight, but I finally laid her in her crib, placing the unicorn I had gotten her close so that she would have something to snuggle with. I made sure that the nightlight was on before I closed the door, and the tension rushed back at me. I had a moment of complete panic before I mentally punched myself. I was Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Sex God for crying out loud. There was no way in hell she wasn't going to enjoy herself tonight, and any other night we decided to have sex.

I found her sitting in the living room, a book open on her lap. I knew she wasn't reading because she never read when she was nervous. At least when I was involved she didn't. I walked up behind her, not hiding the fact that I was there, and swept her hair off one shoulder, leaving the side of her neck visible. I watched the goosebumps pop up on her body, and saw her shoulders rise as she took a deep breath.

"No talking right now Hermione." I said, leaving a trail of kisses from her collar bone to her ear. I gave her ear a bite since I noticed she had liked it the last time I did it, and was rewarded with a rather shaky exhale as an answer. I intensified my actions, nipping her skin as I did another lap before turning her head to the side so that I could kiss her properly.

She closed her eyes, but not before those warm brown orbs seem to pierce something inside of me. She had shown me that she was vulnerable right now, that I had the power to hurt her, and she trusted me not to. That look meant more to me than anything had given me in the last few years alone.

I placed my lips over hers hungrily, eagerly, and she gave in. She let herself feel everything that I was giving her without holding anything back, and that made this kiss so much more than any of the others. I broke it to walk over to sit on the couch next to her, then changed my mind and decided to pull her onto my lap, facing me. This time she didn't wait for me to make the first move, she leant down and kissed me herself. Her hands found their way to the back of my head, and she ran her hands through my hair, occasionally tugging on it when I did something she particularly liked.

I let my hands wander her body, grazing her breasts lightly to see what kind of reaction I would get. She ground her hips into mine softly, but it was enough to encourage me to go on. I teased her body with my fingers as they travelled down her sides, slowly lifting her shirt up over her head. She broke the kiss enough for me to get it off, and pressed her lips to mine as soon as the fabric was off her body. I found the clasps to her bra and unhooked them expertly, pushing it off her body and breaking away from her kiss to pay attention to that lovely neck of hers.

Her breathing was fast already, and I smirked against her collarbone when it hitched as I bit her there. Her hands were still wrapped in my hair and she tugged on it hard as I took her right breast in my mouth. She let out a noise that sounded a bit strangled, as if she was trying to keep from crying out. That wouldn't do, so I grabbed her left breast with hand and began to tweak the nipple as I continued to suckle the other.

She arched into me, grinding against me again, her center finding my erection. She gasped when she had felt my arousal, and I could tell by the way her hips passed over mine again harder that she liked what she felt. One of her hands drifted from my hair to my shoulder, and she let her fingers dig in roughly. I couldn't stop the sound of pleasure that escaped my mouth, and I bucked my hips against hers.

"Shirt off, now." She demanded, tugging on my collar. I laid her down on the couch, working on the buttons on my shirt as fast as I could. I tossed the piece of clothing on the ground before settling over her, finally able to take her in. She was beautiful, her chest rising and falling as she breathed, which made her breasts move in the most erotic way. I cupped one in my hand and smirked-they fit in my hands perfectly.

"You're lovely." I told her, meeting her eyes with my own. They were half closed, and a wonderful shade of pink dusted her cheeks, giving her a glowing look.

"You're not too bad yourself." She murmured, letting her hands explore my chest and stomach.

"You sound almost shocked." I said, a bit insulted. I mean honestly, I'd been playing quidditch more than half my life, of course I was fit.

"You just never showed it off like some of the other boys, so I never expected." She explained, her face turning a darker shade.

"Yes well, you've been hiding a lot too." I teased, leaning in to kiss her again. I placed my arms on either side of her, holding my weight off of her so that she would still be comfortable, and she alternated between tracing my back and my stomach with her fingers. When I bit her bottom lip gently she ran her nails down my back, and I rubbed my now aching member against her in an attempt to ease the pain. Merlin that had turned me on, and the witch knew it!

She grinned against my mouth and did it again, pushing herself into me, and then encouraging me wordlessly to continue. I growled and lowered my head to her chest again, enjoying the sounds she made as I paid attention to both her breasts this time.

Her motions against me became more erratic and I let one of my hands make their way to the top of her jeans. I hesitated for a moment when I reached her button, and then practically tore it off when she thrust herself up against my now straining erection. I pulled her pants and her panties down at the same time, enough for my fingers to explore her gently.

Merlin was she wet, and I moaned when I felt the heat radiating off of her. I pressed two fingers to her and she let out a strangled cry, writhing underneath me. I moved my mouth over hers as I slipped two fingers inside her, wishing more than anything that my cock. She was so wet, and as I pumped my hand I added a third finger gently, wanting to make sure she was ready for me.

Her hips moved in time with my hand, and I could tell something was missing, so I rubbed my thumb against her clit, which caused her to let out the most delicious sound I had ever heard. I sucked on her neck for a moment, wanting to mark her as my own, but also to concentrate on performing a quick wandless, wordless spell to get the rest of my damn clothes off without having to stop my attentions to her.

I picked up the speed on my hand, and rubbed her clit a little more vigorously before I felt her body tightening around my fingers. I could see the tension building in her, and I worked all the harder to bring her to release. She came with a loud cry of my name, and I used that time to push inside of her quickly, groaning as I felt her clench around me.

Her mouth was next to my ear and I heard her ragged breathing, her fingers were digging into my back in a painfully pleasurable way, and I couldn't help but thrust into her a bit more until I was buried to the hilt in her warmth.

"Oh Merlin Draco," she panted, wrapping her legs around my waist. "I need you to move, or I'm going to die."

"I doubt you'll die," I managed a small laugh at her dramatics, but was quite pleased with her reaction. "But you feel like heaven right now. Just one more moment." She groaned and moved her hips against mine, causing me to shift in her in a very pleasurable way.

I pulled almost all the way out of her before moving back in slowly at first a few times, before she became a little too much for me to bear. Soon I was thrusting in and out of her at a mad pace, her hips rising to meet my motions desperately, as if we couldn't move against each other fast enough. When I felt the tension starting in my body I buried myself to the hilt in her again, barely moving in and out of her.

I had angled myself at just the right place to rub against her clit with my body, and that was enough that she was still getting pleasure from me, but not enough for either of us to reach our climax.

"Why are you torturing me?" she moaned as I moved against her slowly. "I was so close!"

"I'm not done yet," I breathed, trying to maintain control of my actions and finding it extremely difficult when she kept tightening herself around me. "I'm not done yet." I repeated, too focused on her to make any sense. She reached up and started placing kisses on my neck down to my chest, and then she bit me; hard. "Oh gods!" I moaned, unable to stop myself from pulling out and thrusting back into her.

She bit me again on the shoulder this time, and I pushed into her harder than I had before, causing her to let out a cry of pleasure.

"Right there!" she panted, eyes hooded. I wrapped my arms under her back until I was gripping her shoulders, and thrust into her hard and fast and she let out another moan. "Oh yes! There!"

I continued that pace and force until my body felt as if it was tingling everywhere, suddenly intensifying and then exploding before I could stop or slow myself down to make sure she was right there with me. There was nothing else but the buzzing in my ears and the bright light in my eyelids for a while, before I realized that Hermione was stroking my hair and that I had been lying on top of her.

"You could have shoved me off." I managed to get out after another moment.

"After that?" she smiled at me. "No, I rather liked being that close for a little bit."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I smirked, then placed a soft kiss against her lips.

"Well of course I did, you made sure of it. I came so close so many times, and then you would just stop, or slow down. I would have hit you if it didn't feel so good." She seemed to catch what she had said a moment after she said it, and her cheeks flushed even more than they already were.

"Well, I don't like to finish so fast and you were making it difficult." I kissed her again as she rolled her eyes. "Thank you."

"For what?" She frowned, head tilted to the side.

"For trusting me."

Alright, so there it was. My first ever smut scene. Took me forever to write, and I'm still not very sure of it. If you liked it please let me know, and also please review! I've decided that people who review will get a special one-shot (about Blaise and Pansy) that will not be posted until after the next chapter is out. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! And don't forget, the poll for the baby names is on my profile! Please go there and vote!