Chapter 10

"Um the bedroom?" Hermione suggested timidly holding out her hand. They walked as if going to the gallows but both braved it out until they made it to the bed and sat as one.

"So …" Draco said, looking at his dangling feet.

"Yeah …" Hermione agreed and it was then they both burst out laughing at the stupidity of the situation.

"This wasn't supposed to be so hard," he moaned, falling back across the bed, taking her with his. She rolled and tucked herself against his side finding the skin on skin contact to be more pleasurable than she imagined.

"No, I think not having much choice in the matter is the hard part, but it's better than having to go at it alone. At least I will have you here with me the whole time to raise this baby,"

"I wouldn't leave you, no matter what. This baby will be loved." He whispered into her hair, his hand slowly tracing the curve of her hip and across her flat stomach. She watched his pale skin caress her much darker body and felt something stir inside her. Turning her head a fraction she caught him watching her watching his hand and in that moment she knew that she would love him forever.

Ever so slowly, as if she would bolt at any sudden movement he lowered his head to hers and captured her lips in a kiss that demanded nothing yet offered everything, he poured his heart into the simple contact. His hand continued to rub circles across her stomach and she began to shiver as her pulse thickened and she experienced the first stirrings of arousal.

Shifting he moved so that he was on top of her, his elbows taking a lot of his weight while the rest of his body remained flushed with hers, his tongue came out during her momentary distraction to trace her lips and as she gasped her forged his way inside to allow his tongue to duel with hers.

His movements weren't rushed or hurried; she felt no pressure to continue on from the simple contact and would have been quiet content to stay this way with him for the rest of the day, if it weren't for the heat that spread from between her legs to her breast and just about everywhere in between she would have too but alas her body seemed to know better than her brain that she was ready for this.

Spreading her legs she held him in the cradle of her embrace and she was only a little bit shocked to find his heavy member now resting against her aching core. He groaned as he felt it too and stopped kissing her so he could lean his forehead against hers and catch his breath.

When they were both able to breath normally again he moved his head to the side to kiss her jaw then her neck, moving down the swell of her breasts before taking one taught nipple in his mouth. Hermione moaned and shifted her hips restlessly against his feeling his arousal rub against her slick folds; it was like fireworks as they both saw bright colours behind their eyes.

Draco continued to worship her breasts as she ground her hips against his, bringing her legs to wrap around his waist in an effort to get closer. It was as she locked her wrists behind his neck and her ankles twisted together that he shifted his hands to hold her hips still.

This was it, she knew it and yet she was ok with it; what they were about to do was natural and normal and good. Slowly, all the while looking into her eyes Draco guided himself to her tight opening, she squirmed as the blunt head circled her folds and her breath hitched as he pushed ever so slight forward. Biting her bottom lip she squeezed her eyes shut as he increased the pressure, his low curse several moments later fuelled her thoughts that something was wrong.

Opening her eyes she found herself looking at the top of his blonde head as he looked down between them.

"What is it Draco?" she whispered, not liking the frown on his face.

"Too tight," was his terse reply and she suddenly found herself lifted in his arms as he settled himself against the head board with her straddling his lap, "This may work better," he whispered against her lips as she was once again lost to kissing him.

His pale fingers ghosted down her sides, skimming her breasts before settling on the sensitive skin of her hips. He once again held her against his arousal letting her grind her hips in a heady dance, she felt her heart rate increase and her breath hitch as he began to buck against her but it was when one of his hands moved between their bodies to touch her sensitive bud that she practically fell to pieces in his arms.

Draco manipulated her flesh and she was forced to stop kissing him before she forgot to breathe all together, letting her head drop to his shoulder and panting in her need. It wasn't long before once again he was positioning the head of his now weeping arousal against her. They both watched as he slid more easily into her this time, first the head then a fraction of his length, Hermione didn't mind the intense feeling of being stretched at first; that was until he grip her hips and pulled her down in on thrust so that she was completely sitting in his lap.

The pain of loosing her innocence was short, sharp and unbelievable painful, she cried out and bit down on his shoulder. Her husband murmured endearments to her, running his hands from shoulders to thighs soothing her distress. His method worked and as soon as the pain subsided she began shifting restlessly against him waiting for him to make the first move.

"You're in control Hermione, I want you to do whatever you are comfortable with – however fast or slow you want," he whispered against her lips as she rolled her hips forward testing things out. He was bigger than she expected, and at first it hurt like hell but soon she fell into a rhythm that they both seemed happy with, at least judging by his moans she assumed Draco liked it.

It was long before their surroundings began to fade away and Hermione was only aware of the pulsing pleasure between her legs and of course of Draco beneath her. She was surprised when she felt him shift his hand again to play between her legs and soon a whole new wave of something unidentifiable began to over take her.

She felt her inner muscles begin to clamp around him and she couldn't help but increase her pace, practically bouncing in his lap now. Draco sensed it too and just as she felt her walls become impossible tight he tipped her so she was lying on her back and began to drive into her with new found abandon.

Blinding white light seared across her vision and she cried out as the most amazing sensation overcame her, Draco too was crying out and she felt him erupt inside of her moments before she took her release.

It was a long time before either of them moved, Draco remained inside her, his head resting on her chest and she wasn't sure he had fallen asleep until his mouth began to place soft kissed along the swell of her breasts.

"I love you so much," she heard him whisper but didn't have the strength to respond; instead she fell into the most blissful of sleeps. She was woken up some time later by Draco leaving the warmth of the bed; he slipped the sheet around her naked body and kissed her cheek before exiting the room.

Still too lazy to move she waited half asleep for him to come back, a short time later she heard the toilet flush and then the bed dipped beside her.

"Hermione wake up," he whispered against her neck, moving his hands across her body. She groaned and shifted into the touch.

"I have some bad news," that got her eyes open; she glared at his grinning face.

"What news? What is it?" her voice was still hoarse from earlier.

"I just went into the common room …" he said lowering himself onto her while carefully removing the sheet.

"And?" she prompted.

"Well I can still here the song, so I guess that means we will just have to try again," he told her cheekily before stealing a kiss.

It was 5 months later and Hermione was sitting up in bed reading the late edition of the Daily Prophet laughing like a mad woman, her baby bump quite obvious beneath the silk pyjamas.

Draco entered the room happy to see her in a better mood than she had been most of the day. Madam Pomfry had gleefully informed the young couple that Hermione was due to give birth the day the NEWT results were released.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked, sitting beside her and slipping and arm around her so he could read over her shoulder.

"Oh just Rita Skeeters article about us, it never fails to cheer me up," she replied grinning down at the picture of her and Draco in the hospital wing; he looking like he hadn't showered in a week with pink earmuffs around his neck and she looking a damn sight better.

"I'm beginning to think that woman isn't as bad as I sometimes made her out to be," she replied. It was Draco's turn to scowl.

The End

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