I'm happy to feel decent enough to post this chapter. My angel Martee98 beta'ed it for you, but you got to forgive me, writing is a hell when your brain isn't cooperating.

There are some lemons included. Don't say I didn't warn. Have a better Sunday than me, I'm swimming in the Kleenex.

Chapter 12: Phase two

The first stage of his plan was successful. He found the home for his little family.

Stage two was now up, make himself irreplaceable.

Signing the sales agreement was a piece of cake, all the documents were filled in her name by the time they arrived at the estate agent. It was impossible to hide her excitement, while she hand-signed each page. Hermione had fallen in love with the farmhouse, even if six bedrooms was a little over the top. She wasn't going to fill them with children of her own, but on the other hand, a sleep-over like Draco suggested belonged to a possibility.

"When do you want to start moving?" The wizard asked seemingly absent.

"I have two assignments to complete, Draco. If not for them, it would be tomorrow." The house was decorated, and aside from the extra bedrooms, there wasn't much she wanted to change straight away. The colours of the walls were tastefully chosen, the long wooden table in the breakfast nook was not going away, ever. Perhaps in time, a new lounger set or a minor change here and there.

But for now, it was good.

"House-elves are masters in packing. Tibby could give you a hand, and if you need me, I'm only a floo-call away." Draco turned the page of the Prophet with much noise, a question of giving her the idea he was half listening.

"I will not -"

"Tibby loves to dress as a superhero. I don't know where she got the idea from, last time I caught her flying around like that bloke with the black cape and pointy cat ears."

"You mean Batman?" This revelation made her smirk. The image was quickly alive in her mind.

"I have no idea, probably. Let her help you and in return, give her a new suit or something that goes along with it. Are there female superheroes in the Muggle World?"

"Oh yes, Superwoman, Batwoman, Captain Marvel, to name a few… a badass Black Widow. But all fictional, none of them really exist."

"A deadly spider woman?" His blond eyebrows hid under the fringe.

"No, a fierce fighter. Remind me later to show you the Avengers, it will give you a rough idea. Don't you have any comic books?"

"Uh, no." He didn't know what kind of animal those were for starters. Tibby told him once that her hobby came from talking to a house-elf who lived with a half-blood couple and their son read these black and white unmoving drawing books.

Hermione left the room to return quickly, carrying a stack of thin books, "These are mine, I'm a fan of Spiderman myself, Harry has a collection of Batman's and Captain America's. If you like these, ask him to read his when you're finished."

"As if we are chums who lend each other stuff." An amicable gathering like last time was the closest he ever got to Potter and his gang.

"Well, if you want to be part of my life, you'll have to learn how to get along. Harry isn't the worst, ask Blaise." She returned her attention to her manuscript, and he opened the first book on the stack.

An hour later, she sat a grilled cheese toast in front of him, "Malfoy to earth!"

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry." Time ran fast when you were engrossed in a book, "Do you have more of these?" He was on his second Marvel, having arranged them by issue number.

Wasting no time with explanations, she motioned him to follow her to a specific basket in a corner, "All that I own are here. There might be a Captain America and a Wonder Woman in there as well. Be my guest."

"This Wonder Woman, who's she?"

"She's a woman who comes from a distant island, is a great fighter and wears a tank top and hotpants plus high boots." She saw a spark light in his grey eyes, men are all the same. "Why do you ask?"

"For Tibby, you can bribe her services with a costume? She'd love to help you settle in the new home. Imagine, studying for your tests inside your own study, with a view over the garden?"

"It's still abuse."

"No, Hermione. It's a trade. She will not accept your money, I freed her a long time ago. Give her a costume of this Wonder Woman, or something belonging to the bat guy. She'll love you for it, especially since you have more knowledge about this issue than her." In the meantime, he took all the books out of the basket, rearranging them per issue number and per character. Unwillingly, he might have stared a bit longer at the female badass she called Wonder Girl. The tits were particularly well drawn.

Hermione shook her head, and returned to her own toast, the cracking of her bite waking Draco from his daydreaming.

The stack of comic books outgrew her tomes, "Can I borrow these?"

"Don't you have to work?" As she expected, he didn't have to work intensively like others.

"Oh, I'm waiting for an invitation from the German Council. Until then, there isn't much I can do." His own grilled cheese disappeared in seconds. "You have got to show me how to make these…"

"Piece of cake, Draco. Two slices of bread, something between them and close the lid of the little grill. Wait for a little and magic!"

"Are you joking?"

"Why would I?"

"Never mind. Is it only cheese you put in there?" Actually, he followed her into the kitchen, watching her every move closely as she made a second for him.

"You put in whatever you want. Do you want another cheese, or ham and cheese or Nutella?" Draco gave her a look as if she spoke Chinese. With a sigh, she grabbed the chocolate spread out a cabinet, plus a spoon and fed him a taster, "This is Muggle, I buy it at the closest supermarket to the Leaky Cauldron."

"This is chocolate…"

"And hazelnut spread. My favourite. Croque Nutella?"

He grinned wide.

-oOo-

In the end, he made himself two more of those crockets, her grilling machine was no longer a mystery to him. Her stack of comic books had thinned by half, he couldn't get enough of it. Yet, while she headed to the sofa for a nap - her five minutes were an obligatory half hour, he refused to wake her up earlier - he took the time to stroll down her house and make an inventory of all she could use in their new home.

One of his first changes was going to be her towels. Not the colour, that was her choice, but the cotton she used was like scrapping paper compared to the fluffy Egypt he had at his disposal at the Manor. Secondly, he was going to ask his mother where she got those scented oil bottles at the Chateau, and order a collection of them for the bathroom.

Draco didn't miss her longing stare in the French bathroom, and he bet it was the first thing she imagined when the magnificent bathtub came in sight. Hermione might not want to use his money, but damn if he wasn't going to spoil her when the opportunity arose.

The last thought he had: there wasn't much to pack aside from the pile of books she owned. I can wrap these myself. His love for reading acted as a compulsive disorder, and he had already noticed her way of cataloguing her books was very similar to his. He only needed to convince her, but to achieve such, there was nothing better than an invitation to check out his personal library at the Manor.

On top, his father might enjoy a new round of riling up Hermione. Lucius tried to hide it, but his daily request about a further visit from the Muggleborn witch occurred a little too often to be considered casual. Nor his Mother's in fact, the older witch asking everyday if Hermione's morning sickness was subduing already.

Much to his brunette's relief, it did. The last two mornings had not required a sprint to the bathroom - Tibby didn't fetch him, in the end - and Hermione had confirmed that aside from a little dizziness, it had calmed since she rose slowly from the bed; things were finally looking good.

"Will you ask Tibby to help you, or do you want me to do it?" Exactly thirty-five minutes later - yes, he was late, on purpose - he woke her up. Her sleepy gaze and ditto smile woke a longing in him to see it happen in bed next to him.

"Are you sure that a cosplay suit will be enough?"

"Cosplay? Hermione, she'll do it without even expecting a gift at all. They love household tasks."

"Cosplay is costume play, dressing up as someone." She was hungry after olives, fetching the bowl out of the fridge, and offering him one on her way to the table. He made sure they were available all the time, but he didn't share her love for the little round appetiser. Her Nutella was another beast altogether. Draco had spooned a portion, while she slept.

She returned to her books, he to his comics.

After observing her for quite a while, he asked curiously, "Hermione, is there something bothering you?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"You keep rubbing your, uhm, chest."

Her face couldn't turn redder, "Oh, that. Don't worry."

"Spill the beans, what's bothering you?"

"Woman stuff, let it go."

"If I can be of service…"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I know your body by now, no need to be ashamed. If you...let us say… have needs I can lend a hand for…"

"Oh, really?"

He raked through his hair, "Witch, I haven't been with a woman since our little encounter at Neville's place. You could be nice and give me something, to keep me satisfied."

"Is it my fault that you've gone celibate the last three months?"

"In a matter of fact, yes. You ruined it for any other witch, with your hot quim and amazing tits." He saw her features flush with arousal, internally congratulating himself for his witty comeback, though it was no lie. She did ruin it, his otherwise easy libido refused cooperation ever since. As if his dick told him, the brunette's pussy or none other. "You're doing it again, witch, tell me what's wrong, or my hand will ease your discomfort next."

She held her breath audibly, "You wouldn't dare."

"You should know better by now, not to test me." He inched closer, fingers playing with her sleeve, "What the hell is going on with your tits?"

"The lace is uncomfortable. It scratches."

"Take it off. Problem solved. You have firm tits anyway, you don't need support." Draco knew his gaze was a lewd one, but the hell with it. Her bosom had filled visibly, he would love to lay his hands on the soft mounds and inspect the increase in volume personally.

"Don't you have a foul mouth? I'm not going to study braless with you here."

"If it's up to me, you study naked. Your body gives me wet dreams, I can use a visual update on your changed figure." His face was inches away from hers, her puffy breaths tickling his skin. "I know it's changing into a magnificent figure, to accommodate my son's presence."

Her hand approached her breasts again, but he held it up, and did it himself, rolling the perky nubs through the fabric of her blouse. There was no way she could avoid a whiny moan. He fixed her gaze with his, while his hand sought a way under her shirt, pulling the cup under the mound and releasing her breast from its confinement. Cupping the entire shape, his thumb rubbed, teasingly, circles around her puckered nipple.

"Draco…" She was putty against his invasion, pushing her breast more into his hand.

"Tell me, Granger. Is my thumb offering enough relief?" She might fight him with hand and tooth over the tiniest detail, on the physical plane, he had the upper hand. He affected her as much as she did him, and it pleased him. His pride was getting a decent stroke, especially when her hand guided his towards the other breast.

Testing the boundaries, he took her shirt off, unhooked the bra and latched on the neglected breast, feeling his own arousal as fiery arrows down his spine. Her moans were like a symphony to his ears, working stimulating to increase his devoting to one of his favourite female body parts.

As he suspected, her tits felt heavier, and he bet the areola had darkened too. Tonights wanking was getting a serious upgrade of visuals, for sure. He kneaded, licked and bit, pulling a nipple with his teeth to release it with a plop and repeat the gesture.

Draco pulled her onto his lap, offering a little friction from his rock-hard shaft, not for once decreasing attention. Going by the rocking of her hips, it was affecting her just as much, but he refrained from smirking. He didn't lie, since he had her, the only satisfaction his cock found was by his hand, to his memories of her delectable body. Enough female attention around him, at work, during a drink after hours, or on a Saturday night with his buddies. But none of the witches caught his eye. Not before he knew Hermione had his bun in her oven, and definitely not since he did know.

His hope to date this witch had somehow returned in full throttle, despite the wobbly start and her rejection.

"Hermione, love… Do you want my fingers elsewhere?" She was visibly torn between need and the thought in the back of her head telling her they were moving too fast. "Don't worry love. For now, we keep it as it is. Just me worshipping your tities, you rubbing against my dick. We'll take it slow, but I want you to take all you need."

Fuck if he wasn't close to losing his load in his pants, as a fourth-year teenager. If slowly worked, hell if he would ruin by wanting things too fast. She was already giving more than he expected, her humping on his groin increasing in pace and friction.

"Rub your hot pussy against my hard dick, love. Rub until you cum on my groin, you're so beautiful." He spoke between bitting and laving on her nipples, sensing she was close. Her response to his husky tone drove her crazy; her fingers pulling harder on his blond tresses and driving a hiss from him.

Man, he couldn't get enough of her tits, hiding his face between the valley. Draco felt her break apart just at the same time as he began to come into his pants, his growling mingling with her moans and her arms tensing around his neck. His hand forced her hips harder down on his cock, as he humped upwards to extend her orgasm as much as possible.

She leaned totally worn out against him, seeking to control her breath.

Draco from his side, planted kisses all over her neck, making his way up to her mouth and demanding it without requesting consent. He could taste the tea on her tongue, an overly sweet blend she drank moments ago. "Princess, let me court you. Let us find out if we are each others match, love."

Much to his pleasure, he sensed Hermione nod against his neck.

"I'll go home and change into some clean clothes, my trunks are filled with jizz." She giggled against his skin, the devil. "Then I'll take you on a decent dinner, to that Italian place the PM has suggested."

"Are you going to find a table so late?"

"You really need to learn that Malfoys always get things done, no matter how late it is." It won him a pat against his head, one he let go by. It did sound arrogant, but it was the truth, one that slowly was extending to her as well.

Anyway, this little intermezzo was part of his plan's third phase, seduce the witch. It was going to make it easier but also a bit harder. The humping was magnificent, but far from her glorious velvety channel of heat; he would have to use all his restraint not to push her too far.

He would have to learn to enjoy every shagging crumble she gave him.

Patience was often rewarded, definitely the one of a Malfoy.