A/N: So this is my longest chapter to date, and I'm really happy with how it turned out! It might be a bit before I update again, I'm starting my third year of college soon and moving apartments, but I'll try to keep updating as much as I have the time for!
Thanks so much for all the support and feedback I've gotten, it really means so much! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and the StarKid reference in the title!
-TMR
P.S.: Lemons ahead!
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I been crawling up inside your lungs
Feeling up your mind with my tongue
I didn't need to know but I need to run
Tonight we rock, we lock, we lunge
- "Deliverance" by RY X
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Hermione placed the sleeping figure of Hope in her crib with a smile. During the walk back to the castle from the Black Lake, Hope had fallen asleep, feeling tuckered out from the exciting afternoon. She joined Draco back in her bedroom, to find Draco laying on her bed with his eyes closed. She threw herself onto the bed with him, and looked at him. He opened his eyes and grinned. "Well, hello there," He said with a fake innocence.
Hermione kissed him softly on the lips. She pulled him closer to her, gripping at the soft fabric of his shirt –probably some expensive material, she figured– and his hands encircled her waist. He kissed her back with a sort of passion that she'd never experienced before. Their mouths danced in the same pattern, lips moving at the same rhythm, the beating of their hearts and heaving chests and gasps for air being the only sounds. Their kisses were like songs and they were the only ones who understood the lyrics.
Draco held himself up with one arm as their lips parted, and he began to flurry kisses along her neck and collarbones. Hermione threw her head back in ecstasy. What bliss, what complete and utter bliss. Slowly, surely, Draco's hands began to move up from her waist, sliding up her thin white shirt. Hermione let out a soft moan, a sound of music to Draco's ears. He pulled her closer as his hands wandered, his lips taking stride, her body pressed close to his like any space that existed between them was wasteful and needed to be disposed of.
Draco slowly lifted her shirt over her head, and he dropped it to the ground beside him. Half on top of her, half beside her, he ran his warm hands over her stomach and the cups of her bra. He began to plant kisses at the bottom of the stomach, leading up to the line of her bra. "You're so beautiful… a goddess… Merlin, I don't deserve you, Hermione…"
Hermione couldn't find the words to speak. She was too caught up in this very moment, focusing only on the sensations Draco was giving her.
As Draco began to kiss her neck again, sucking on it and nibbling lightly like it was his job, Hermione began to unbutton his shirt. She made swift work, if not slightly fumbling work, and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He shimmied out of the arms of it and tossed it into the pile with hers.
Hermione sat up slightly and unbuttoned his slacks. She purred in his ear, "Take them off."
He complied, his eyes hazy with lust for her, as he hastily rid himself of his trousers. Hermione slowly took off her jeans, examining the way Draco was looking at her the entire time. He looked hungry, wistful. She hadn't known she could put a man in a trance like this, let alone Draco Malfoy. She felt powerful, lustful, sexy. She finished her little dance for him and was rid of her jeans, tossing them away with a flick of her ankle.
They sat on the bed in their undergarments now, panting heavily. Hermione reached up and grabbed onto Draco's shoulders. She laid back down, pulling him down with her. They never broke eye contact. Draco's silver eyes looked into hers, and he tucked a lock of her unruly brunette hair behind her ear.
She began to kiss his neck, and he let out a long moan. She felt his breath, hot and heavy on her neck, as he panted, "We shouldn't do this, Hermione… it's your first time… it should be with … with someone else… someone better…"
Hermione kissed him on the lips. She whispered, looking into his eyes, "I don't want someone else. I want you."
He knew it was wrong. Merlin, did he know it was wrong. It wasn't fair to her, to him, to anyone. But he decided to be selfish – just this once more.
He unclipped her bra and let it fall from her shoulders. Slowly, meaningfully, he took both straps and pulled it away from her body. Draco's eyes glazed over as he took a breast in each hand, kneading them around, his large hands nearly completely covering them. He leaned up and kissed Hermione's nose, then each cheek, then her lips. Slowly, like a man who knew exactly how to drive her insane, he worked his way down her jawline, then on her neck, then her collarbones, then her chest. He gave each sensitive nipple a little kiss, flicking his tongue around on them. Hermione gasped when his tongue first made contact with the sensitive skin, then let out a low moan. He continued to suckle on a breast, relishing in the noises she let out, before letting a hand wander to her panties – white, sensible, cotton; just what he'd expect from Hermione. He made quick work of pulling them out of his way, Hermione kicking them the rest of the way off her body.
He let his fingers do the talking. He let his middle finger rest at her entrance, probing ever so slightly. Hermione gasped, and he looked up at her. She was in the throes of pleasure, and he took it as a sign to keep going. Feeling her damp core, he pushed a finger in, and began to explore around her cavern. She moaned and gasped and ran her fingers through his hair. Then he added another finger, and Hermione moaned louder. Draco decided he was done exploring. He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, and she cried out in pleasure.
He moved his lips down from her breasts to give her core his full, undivided attention. The way she was tightening around his fingers, he could tell she was getting close. His tongue explored the area around her clitoris, and she shuttered. Hearing her breath quicken, he closed his lips around her sensitive bud, and sucked on it, flicking it with his tongue every so often.
With a cry, she orgasmed. She arched her back off the bed and her hands clutched the bedsheets, grasping anything to keep her grounded. She gasped as she came down from her high, and looked at Draco's cocky smirk.
"So," he drawled. "How was i– "
Before he could finish bragging, he grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down to her, kissing him harshly. "Take that underwear off, you arse," she groaned against his lips. He wrestled a bit as he tried to take them off without breaking his kiss with Hermione. Once he'd finally kicked them off, Hermione saw he was already hard and rearing to go. Her cheeks were flushed, but he could see the worry in her eyes.
"We don't have to if you don't want to," Draco told her hurriedly.
"No," Hermione said quickly. "No, it's not that. It's just… it's been a long time since I've let anyone control me like this, since I've felt this…"
"Vulnerable?"
"Yeah."
"Would you prefer to be on top?"
"No," she said softly. She touched his cheek intimately. "No, I trust you."
Draco felt humbled. He reached over and grabbed his wand, then cast a contraceptive charm. He lined himself up with her throbbing entrance, then he looked up at her once more, "It shouldn't hurt too much, but if it does, tell me to stop."
Hermione nodded, biting down on her bottom lip, preparing for the pain. He began to push in, and she felt him break the barrier – but it didn't hurt too much. Not nearly as much as everyone had told her it would. She felt a bit of stinging. She'd heard plenty of horror stories from her fellow Gryffindor girls about how there's blood and how painful it is, but this did not compare. There was very little pain, there was only pleasure. "Why," she croaked out. "Why doesn't it hurt like everyone said it would?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Most guys don't know how to make sure it doesn't hurt and go in dry. I'd assume that hurts virgin or not." He kissed her softly. He had paused his actions when he felt her hymen break.
"Keep going," she said, wriggling underneath him a bit.
Draco nodded and pushed forward until he was fully sheathed inside her. She gasped and he groaned, and he let it rest for just a moment. Then he pulled himself out, and went back in slowly. Hermione let out what could only be described as a purr. It didn't hurt – it felt incredible.
Out, and in.
Draco really knew what he was doing, that was for sure. As his pace picked up, she moaned louder. She reached around so her hands held onto his back, her nails digging in slightly, leaving crescent moon shaped imprints on his back. This only seemed to spur him on more.
Hermione couldn't think straight anymore, her eyes were hazy with ecstasy's grip on her. She arched her back, rolled her hips, the only words said being 'more … faster … I need you … fuck! … Draco … Hermione …'
Draco grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, and he pummeled even deeper. Draco felt pride that he was making her feel this good. Him.
O spirit of Vanity, thy name is Malfoy!
She moaned and occasionally let out a slight scream as he slammed into her. He loved this – fuck, he must really love her. He's never cared about anyone else's pleasure like this in his life. Sure, he made sure whatever girl he bedded got off, he did have a reputation to uphold, but he felt as if he would be a failure if Hermione wasn't enjoying this as much as him.
After what seemed like both an eternity and a second at once, Hermione dug her nails deeper into his back, and dragged them down slightly as she whispered, "Draco, I'm – I'm almost there."
"Me, too," he grunted. He heightened his pace, and when he felt himself reaching the end, he reached between their bodies and rubbed her clitoris hard. She let out a scream, and he felt her finish around him. The feel of her clenching was far too much for him to bear. He released inside her, riding it out. He gasped for air, and fell down on the bed next to her. He kissed her softly on the lips, and ran feather-light fingertips over her body. They lay there for a while; sweating, spent, but content.
Hermione sighed and snuggled closer to him. "I wish this day would never end." She closed her eyes, ready to take a nap now.
He pulled her closer to him, as the guilt for betraying her washed over him. "If only... if only…"
-o-
It was back to parenting class, and the children were growing fast. The children were now nearing ten months, and the following Monday would mark their growth at one year.
Hope was beginning to babble a bit more, trying her best to communicate, just like many of the children were now. Draco and Hermione had grown even closer since they'd consummated their relationship a few days before; well, if one could call it a relationship. Hermione wasn't sure if they were official or anything, they hadn't really talked about it, but she was sure they were by this point… right? She tried to keep the worries out of her head.
Draco and Hermione had Hope sitting in the high-chair all the couples were provided with for classes, and they were having a bit of fun sparring each other as they argued over the state of several magical creatures – it was quite a change from the fighting they'd done years before, where things had almost gotten bloody every time, but a friendly debate.
"You can't be serious," Draco interjected. "You rode a dragon out of Gringott's?"
Hermione nodded.
Draco scoffed. "So, let me get this straight: You refuse to get on a broom, but you'll ride a bloody dragon?"
"I didn't want to," Hermione defended. "That poor creature was used as a guard dog, and was mistreated in the bank. Here's hoping they don't find her."
"Don't you think someone should go after her? She'd be a bit skittish, I'd think, being locked in a bank for so long."
"We've asked Charlie Weasley to go searching for her so he can bring her to the reserve. It's a bit of a challenge to track down a dragon, but he is a Weasley. He likes the challenge," Hermione said with a shrug. "He's good at what he does. When he was nineteen, he helped us smuggle a dragon out of the castle."
"Damn it," Draco muttered. "I knew you guys had done something to get rid of the dragon in first year! I just thought you'd hidden it in the Forbidden Forest."
Hermione felt something hit the back of her head. She turned and saw Daphne had thrown a balled up piece of parchment at her. Daphne mouthed the words 'open it!'
Hermione unrumpled the note and read the words:
Still on for slumber party at Pansy's on Saturday?
(That isn't really a question, I'll make you come anyways!)
- DG
Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded at her friend. Daphne smiled widely. The two girls had become quite close over the past week and a half they'd been talking. Hermione had never been very good at making friends, let alone girl friends, but now that she had more than just Ginny and Luna, she wondered why she hadn't decided to seek them out before. She never saw herself friends with a Slytherin, let alone a pureblood, wealthy one like Daphne, but they'd found a lot of commonalities between them, and Hermione found it refreshing to be around a girl who also appreciated studying and books. She and Daphne had become regular study partners at the library, and it seemed most people had just decided to go along with the unexpected partnership – no one wanted to be on the opposite end of a wand from either of them.
Ginny sat down at her usual table behind Draco and Hermione, and Harry swiftly followed her, carrying the little James. Ginny greeted Daphne, who was sitting directly behind her, and the two began to talk. Harry set James on the table, the boy sitting up on his own and looking around curiously at the surroundings. Harry kept a protective arm around the tot as the boy sat in the direct center of the table.
Draco smirked at the infamous Boy Who Lived. "He isn't glass."
Harry returned with a glare that held no ill will. "Well, they are quite delicate. Have you dropped yours already?"
"No!" Draco defended.
"Why ya' getting so defensive, Malfoy?" Ron teased as he entered the room with Pansy. "Sounds like you're lying."
"I have not dropped my child!" Draco hollered as the boys laughed at his expense.
Hope gurgled and held her chubby arms out at James, who began to scoot towards her in turn. Harry stopped his boy from scooting off the end of the table with a yelp. Draco laughed and rolled his eyes, before placing Hope on the table beside James. The two babies began to talk to each other in their special baby language. The boys watched happily as the children interacted with each other.
"'Mione," Ginny called for her. Hermione scooted her chair to be closer to Ginny, Daphne and Pansy. "So, what are the plans for the sleepover this weekend, girls?" She asked once the four girls were all around her.
"I was thinking of using a few spells I learned over the summer to be able to show you all a movie," Hermione said.
Ginny clapped happily. "Oh, yes!"
Daphne's eyebrows knit together. "What's a movie?" Pansy nodded in agreement, also not knowing.
"You guys are a bit repressed you know," Ginny told them. "It's an incredible muggle thing, one of the coolest things I've ever seen! It's like theatre, but recorded and you can watch it as many times as you want – there's so much more but even I don't completely understand it, 'Mione can explain it much better."
"Planning a fun night, girls?" Harry asked teasingly as he interjected himself into the conversation.
"Going to have any sexy pillow fights?" Draco added with a smirk.
Pansy snorted. "Doubtful."
"Well that's too bad, we sure are," Draco told them.
"Oh, really now?" Hermione asked, grinning.
"Someone in this relationship has got to have the sexy pillow fights," Draco informed her grandly.
Harry nodded and nudged Ginny playfully. "It's true, someone has got to meet the pillow fight requirement with all these sleepovers you girls are having."
"To be fair," Daphne began. "You boys are having the exact same number of sleepovers as us, since we're asking – "
"Forcing," Theo coughed from beside her.
" – You guys to get together and watch the kids while us girls have a nice, relaxing time together."
Hermione watched as the group joked in jest. She had to admit, it was strange, even from an insider's perspective. To be laughing and talking so happily with Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Draco Malfoy. Then again, she supposed stranger things had happened. She was having trouble coming up with any of those things at the moment, but she was quite sure they were there.
McGonagall swooped in and closed the door behind her. The class quickly returned to their seats and she began her lesson. "Welcome, class," she began. "So, has everyone's child started crawling yet?" When everyone raised their hands, she asked again, "How many of you have witnessed your child trying to stand on their own?" A little more than half raised their hands. "Good. Today, I'd like you all to help them stand. Let me know how long they can do it. Begin."
The sound of seats scooting out was all that was heard for a bit. Draco scooped up Hope and sat her on top of the desk. Hermione grabbed the little girl's hands, and Draco lifted her so she landed on her feet. Draco held the baby around the middle, Hermione holding her hands. Hope remained quite steady, and smiled at her parents. They smiled back.
"Do you think… do you think one of us should let go?" Draco asked. When Hermione nodded, he reluctantly removed his hands from the child's middle, but stayed with his hands close in case she stumbled. Hope remained a force to be reckoned with, as she still did not fall. She giggled as she held her mother's hands in hers, and took a step forward. Hermione smiled even wider. "Draco, do you think she's ready to walk?" Hope had walked with them holding her upright somewhat, but the babe seemed ready to walk on her own.
Draco went to stand on the other side of the table lengthwise, and Hermione scooped Hope up and took her to the edge she was on. Hermione held Hope around the waist, and slowly let go, her hands hovering just in case the baby fell and she needed to catch her. "Walk to daddy," Hermione instructed, pointing at Draco.
Hope smiled and took a wobbly step forward; she teetered for a moment, Hermione steadying her quickly, before Hope took off with a few quick steps and she shouted "Dada!" as she continued to hobble over to Draco on the other side of the table. She tripped right as she was by Draco, who immediately grabbed her before she hit the table. He smiled at her.
"Well done! Hope Malfoy is the first of the babies to take her first steps," McGonagall exclaimed. "A bit early, so don't worry if your child has not started walking yet."
"Even as a baby, the spawn of a Malfoy and a Granger is an overachiever," Daphne proclaimed with a wink.
"What else could we expect?" Harry asked happily.
Draco smiled and held Hope closer. He kissed Hermione on the cheek as she approached him. With an aching heart, Draco realized that this was the happiest he'd been in his entire life. And that made it hurt even more knowing that he'd have to tell Hermione the truth soon.
