This chapter contains smut that took me entirely too long to write because I'm just an awkward human...

Chapter 13

Draco had to go to work and sat through hours of boring meetings, agreeing with almost everything the business and financial advisors had been doing without him around; he always did, just to get away faster. He knew they weren't going to screw the company around and he hated being there, he always felt uncomfortable and judged, even by the people employed by him.

Draco couldn't get away fast enough at the conclusion of the final meeting, rushing to the elevators and out of the building so he could apparate home.

He entered the house and gave the air a tentative sniff, wondering what exactly it was that Hermione was trying to make for dinner. She had never been all that excellent at cooking, but she was trying to learn under the watchful eye of their house elf, Flippy, who had slowly given in to Hermione's requests to learn.

He would never say it aloud, but the smells wafting from the kitchen were much too mouthwatering to be Hermione making the meal.

He noticed the house was rather dim, most of the lights coming from candles placed strategically so they made a path, and Draco assumed he was supposed to follow it.

He did so, a smirk playing on his features as he hoped what he had in mind was correct. He and Hermione hadn't really ever been overly romantic, what with going from friends to parents to lovers fairly quickly, and they always had Scorpius around, which didn't give them a lot of free time to explore the more romantic and sexual side of their relationship. They generally opted for quick romps that they could easily get away with while Scorpius was napping.

He loosened his tie as he followed the candles down the corridor past the kitchen and toward their bedroom. He was unbuttoning his cuffs as he slowly pushed the door open, thrilled to see that his suspicions were correct and Hermione was splayed out on their bed atop the duvet, resting against the pillows. Her hair was splayed out tantalizingly against the white pillowcases, and she was looking at him with half-lidded eyes. He barely noticed, however, as he took in her clothing, or lack thereof.

He let out a little puff of air as his eyes followed the path of her hand, starting from her collarbone, her eyes smoldering. She didn't say a word as she swept it lower, touch light as a feather across the tiny silky teddy she wore, and stopped to cup her breast, her thumb gliding across her nipple as she gasped; Draco could see the material puckering outward as her nipple hardened and he swallowed hard.

Hermione didn't stop there, though, and her hand continued lower, skimming over her flat stomach, the material sheer and allowing him to see the faintest hint of her golden skin beneath. She was wearing a small pair of knickers and stockings that were attached to garters, and Hermione toyed with the top of her knickers before quirking her lips, raising her eyebrows at him suggestively, and dipping her hand below.

Draco's mouth was dry.

He couldn't take it anymore and quickly shrugged out of his suit jacket, laying it across the back of the chair beside him before he tugged his tie off completely and shoved it in his pocket. He had his shirt unbuttoned and laying with his jacket before kicking his shoes off and approaching Hermione slowly, a smirk on his face.

She was still watching him, but her breathing had changed from deep even breaths to panting, and he could see her hand moving below her knickers.

He approached the bed and didn't say a word, just stood over her for a few moments as he watched her pleasure herself, her gaze boring into his as she struggled to keep her eyes open. He let out another gust of air before biting his lip and joining her, kneeling in front of her between her spread calves.

He expected her to shy away, maybe be a little bit embarrassed about what she was doing, but she seemed emboldened by his actions and brought her other hand up to play with her nipple again. All the while, she watched him.

Draco reached out slowly and plucked at her other nipple, rubbing it lightly when it puckered out, the silky fabric of her wicked little outfit leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

"It looks like you've been a naughty girl while I was gone," he started, his voice hoarser than he expected.

"So naughty," she replied breathlessly, more than happy to experiment with him.

"Naughty women deserve to be punished, don't they Hermione?" he asked, and she nodded emphatically, causing him to all but groan aloud.

Quick as a snitch he leaned forward and pulled her toward him, flipping her around so that her bare arse was on display and she was laid over his lap. Her wrists were in his right hand, held tightly together in his grip while he grasped his wand in his left and waved it silently. His tie slipped from his pocket and wound itself around her wrists, not too tight to cut off the circulation, but tight enough. It knotted itself and at the exact same moment Draco brought a hand down onto Hermione's bare arse, causing her to squeak in surprise.

He rubbed it lightly before swatting her again, but this time she moaned in delight. She found herself disjointedly thinking about how good it felt to be bad. Her and Draco had indulged themselves with plenty of sex throughout their relationship, but they'd never done anything even slightly daring. She was happy to find that she liked it.

He only swatted her a few more times, her knickers growing suspiciously damp, before he lifted her from his lap and placed her into her original position. He waved his wand again, and this time she was bound to the headboard, her arms spread wide.

Draco leaned forward and traced a long finger across the inside of her thigh, dipping his finger beneath the elastic of her knickers. He grinned at her then.

"You're positively soaking," he whispered gruffly, and Hermione felt her cheeks flame.

Draco pulled his hand from her knickers and rubbed two of his fingers against his thumb, showing her exactly how wet she was, and her cheeks flamed brighter. He raised an eyebrow as he brought the digits to his lips, groaning at the taste as he popped them into his mouth.

Hermione moaned aloud, watching him taste her so blatantly was doing things to her that she had never experienced before, especially since they had yet to do anything majorly sexual.

Draco grinned at her, the look in his eyes nothing short of predatory as he reached down and popped the hooks on her teddy open, revealing her soft skin to himself slowly, and once it was completely undone he pulled the strapless garment from beneath her body and tossed it to the side. He ran a finger down the newly exposed flesh and grinned at her again before dipping his head and latching onto one of her peaked nipples with his lips, rolling it between his lips and teeth as Hermione's breath hitched above him.

He switched to the other nipple, his erection straining against his trousers uncomfortably as she let out a guttural moan, her hips subtly bucking into him. He grinned against her nipple and backed away slowly, hooking his thumbs beneath the elastic of her tiny knickers and pulling them down her legs slowly as he retreated down the bed. He stood at the bottom and stared at her for a moment, her damp knickers hanging from his pointer finger as he took her in.

She was so gorgeous, especially with her wrists bound to the headboard and her eyes consuming him, pulling him into their depths.

He quickly divested himself of his remaining clothes, and then they were both naked, Hermione eyeing his erection with something akin to desperation. Draco had other ideas though, and crawled back onto the bed before he dropped his head to her thighs and began peppering them with little kisses, causing Hermione to moan aloud.

When he pushed her legs up and clamped his lips around her clit she was all but crying out, begging him, but he knew what she wanted a denied her his fingers.

"Please, Draco," she gasped, wrenching at her bindings, but he didn't relent for a few more moments. He sat back up and dropped her legs, wondering to himself how far he could push this. She seemed to be enjoying the fact that she couldn't use her hands, the loss of it exciting her, but he wasn't sure if he should do what he was thinking about. He desperately wanted to crawl the rest of the way up the bed and shove his erection into her mouth, down her throat, but he didn't want to frighten her. This was the first time they had done something like this and he figured he should ease her in, let her get used to the pleasure he could bring her as he dominated her, but slowly.

He was absentmindedly playing with her nipple as he thought to himself, and Hermione was wondering what in the hell he was doing. He was looking at her strangely, making her feel almost uncomfortable, but he snapped out of it after a moment and grinned at her again.

She smiled back, a little unsure, but as he settled himself back between her thighs, his lips replacing his fingers on her nipple, the strange moment all but flew from her mind.

He thrust into her heat quickly, causing them both to groan out, and Hermione was suddenly wishing she could touch him. Clutch him. He pulled back almost all the way before shoving forward again, Hermione letting out a satisfied moan as he pushed himself as deep into her as he could go in the position they were in.

Draco was keeping up a steady pace and Hermione was morning almost continuously as she tried to rock her hips to meet his thrusts. Their bodies were rubbing together, her nipples scraping against his chest with every surge forward he made, and she was loving every second of it.

Draco pulled himself from her suddenly and lifted her by the butt, impaling himself again just as quickly, and from this position Hermione could feel him deep within her body, causing her to cry out with the pleasure - the periphery feeling of pain making things that much better. She was basically in his lap, his knees almost touching the headboard she was suspended from, his body thrusting into her roughly from below.

From the angle he was at, Draco was able to get in the deepest he had ever been, bottoming out against her cervix, and without warning Hermione was suddenly keening and calling his name, her body clutching at him and pulling in him.

He had no control over his own orgasm as it ripped from him; her clutching body had pulled him over, and he was spasming madly as he released his seed. Hermione's body continued gripping him until it was almost uncomfortable, and he dropped his head onto her collarbone to catch his breath. She was breathing so hard he was worried she'd pass out, but she started to control it after a moment.

"Wow," she whispered, once she was breathing normally again.

Draco lifted his head and grinned at her, then remembered she was still tied to the headboard. He reluctantly shuffled away from her, pulling himself from her body as he lifted her from his lap, shifting himself so he could reach his wand.

He undid the binds and she let out another breath, this one sounding relieved, and she rubbed her wrists.

Draco noticed they were reddened and quirked his lips, an odd feeling of possessiveness flitting through him, before he took them into his hands and whispered a soothing spell.

Hermione smiled at him and they laid side by side for a while, Draco trailing his elegant fingers over her stomach lightly.

"What was this all for, anyway?" he asked. "And where's Scorpius?"

"This was a date night and Scorpius is with Harry and Ginny, but I have to pick him up soon. I didn't realize the sex part was going to last so long, so we might have our son here for the dinner part."

Draco laughed before he got to his feet. "Then we best shower before we go relieve poor Potter from his babysitting duty."

Hermione grinned and took his hand, following him into the bathroom.

/

Harry Potter never really thought that he would like anything that had to do with Draco Malfoy, but it would be absolutely impossible for him to admit that Scorpius Malfoy was not one of the cutest damned babies he had ever spent time with.

Obviously he wasn't as adorable as his own son, James, but he was loathe to admit that it was a close call.

Scorpius was just so well behaved, considering he was just over 6 months old. He was currently on his hands and knees rocking back and forth, and Harry wondered if he was getting ready to crawl already.

If he crawled in front of him before his parents Harry was fairly certain either Hermione or Draco would punish him for the rest of his life; or maybe they would hatch a diabolical plan together and ruin him.

"Don't start crawling, please, Merlin," he whispered as Scorpius tentatively pushed a hand further forward. Harry could imagine Hermione purposely taking James places and doing things with him for the first time until he was an adult himself, taking a perverse type of pleasure out of ruining the 'firsts' of James' life for Harry.

"What are you doing?" Ginny asked, standing by the door and giving him an odd look. "You've been staring at the floor for almost 3 minutes."

"Were you timing me?" Harry asked incredulously, glancing toward his wife. James was napping and the house was silent but for the incessant babbling Scorpius was doing. Harry figured he'd be talking within a couple months, which wasn't surprising considering how often his mother droned on about anything and everything; and of course the child of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy would be a damned prodigy.

Ginny quirked her lips into a side smile before nodding and asking the question again.

"Honestly, I'm praying to Merlin that Scorpius doesn't start crawling at our house with fear of the vengeance both Hermione and Draco would dole out."

Ginny giggled and sat next to him, leaning into him and letting out a soft sigh.

"Having Scorpius here makes me realize how much I miss James being a baby," she admitted after watching the Malfoy heir give up on a crawling and drop onto his belly before promptly rolling onto his back, babbling to himself. "They just grow so quickly."

"They really do," Harry agreed, understanding what his wife was trying to say between the lines. "I think I'm ready for another, as well," he admitted.

"Really?" Ginny asked, perking up. "There's an opening at the Prophet for a sports journalist, and I was thinking lately that I'm about ready to give up my quidditch career. I love it, but it takes me away from my family too often, which writing wouldn't do since I'd mostly be able to work from home, and the whole family could attend the necessary quidditch games with me."

"You would be okay with that?" Harry asked in surprise, Ginny loved her career with the Holyhead Harpies, and he wasn't expecting her to want to give it up after only playing with them for four years. Not even, if you took into consideration her maternity leave when James was born. She had technically still been on the team during her pregnancy, but was obviously benched and just there for moral support.

"I'm ready," she said with a nod, smiling as Scorpius rolled again, bringing him closer to the couple on the couch.

"Me too," Harry breathed, feeling so happy that he thought his heart might burst.

/

Narcissa Malfoy was seated on a stiff and uncomfortable looking settee, sipping from a dainty china mug as she assessed the boy across from her.

True to her word, she had asked Theodore Nott around for tea and finger sandwiches so she could discuss the idea of him taking up the role of the next Lord of Darkness.

"I just don't believe in those ideals anymore, Lady Malfoy, in fact, I'm not sure I ever did. They were shoved down my throat from birth and I was fairly accepting of them before we went to school, but sitting back and watching all the muggle-born students learn the same things as the Purebloods and master them with the same efficiency was eye-opening. I'm sorry, but I'm not the one you're looking for."

She was not expecting the son of Thatcher Nott to turn her down; he had seemed like the perfect candidate. It also didn't escape her notice that he referred to mudbloods by their more accepted title and the fact that he was saying they were just as adept as Purebloods was utterly disgusting; especially because he seemed to believe it was true.

"What would Draco think of this, anyway?" The young man continued, looking at her with something akin to confusion. "These plans would see to it that his girlfriend and son were murdered, Lady Malfoy. Surely you wouldn't allow that to happen."

Narcissa hid her pursed lips behind her cup of tea, but the flash of annoyance in her eyes was still witnessed.

Theo closed his eyes for a moment as a look of horrified realization crossed his features. "You wish for it to," he said. He understood now, for the most part. Narcissa wasn't ready to accept a muggleborn Daughter-in-law and half-blood grandson. She wanted them gone.

"I'm sorry, but no," Theo stated in a hard voice, getting to his feet. "I refuse to hurt Draco in such a way, he's finally happy. I'm having a hard time understanding why you would approach one of his friends with this plan… or maybe you didn't realize how close we are. Either way, I want no part in this. I don't fancy destroying one of my friends lives and ending up in Azkaban for the trouble; you'll have to find someone else."

Theo made no mention of letting her little plan out, but Narcissa knew better. The boy looked like he was ready to run from the room, and he would undoubtedly tell Draco and probably the authorities of her still prejudiced ideals; something that wouldn't be taken lightly.

She sighed and set her cup of lukewarm tea to the side, calling for her own personal house elf as she got to her feet. Theodore Nott towered above her, but she wasn't intimidated. He was clearly just as spineless as her own son, and she knew how to handle young men who lacked in a backbone and proper ideals.

"Yes Mistress?" her loyal elf asked as he materialized into the room.

Theo was almost to the door when it squelched shut with an obvious Colloportus charm, and he raised an eyebrow before turning back to Narcissa Malfoy, a question on his lips. The only sound that escaped was a guttural moan of pain before he dropped to his knees, cracking them off the stone floor before tipping to his side, the sound of the muttered spell catching him entirely off guard.

"Crucio."