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Chapter 26

"Merlin," Hermione huffed as she appeared in her living room next to Draco. "I can't believe your mother gave me a lecture on my non-existent virginity at the age of 22. What century is she living in? I mean how realistic is it to wait till marriage nowadays?"

"Trust me Granger, her brain is screaming grandchildren. She has been dreaming about her future grandchildren since she found you. My mother doesn't care that we're having sex as long as we're married by the time her little bushy-haired grandchildren are born," Draco sounded amused. "But it probably didn't help that you seduced me in my room earlier, twice I may add, fulfilling one of my many fantasies. Next time we'll have to sneak into my childhood bedroom..."

"Well regardless, you're mother is a terrible meddler," she looked up at him with a devious grin on her face. "But it doesn't hurt to practice. After all, I am very studious and believe practice does make perfect. The more the better and you do seem to be an excellent and very compatible teacher."

Draco's breath caught in his throat as his witch licked her lips and embraced him. Luscious lips brushed against his jar and elicited a moan from his throat. Hermione slowly moved toward his earlobe, nibbling lightly. Everything from her breath to her touch sent goose bumps down his back. Holy shit! He shuddered with pleasure as her hands reached up to brush along his neck.

"I did this," Hermione whispered huskily.

"Mhm," he hummed happily as his witch started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The feel of her small fingers was exhilarating. "What are you talking about?"

"This scar right here," Hermione moved her fingers to gently tracing a small, barely-there scar right underneath Draco's right ear. "I did that to you."

"I remember," Draco chuckled at the memory. "You threw a triangle-shaped block at me. One of its corners hit me right there. I told you that you were violent, Granger, even as a toddler."

Hermione inched away from him and looked straight into his eyes. Amusement was clearly visible in the blonde's eyes, yet Hermione was confused by her sudden recollection of one her early childhood moments. However, when Draco's words sunk finally in, her confusion transformed into a conniving smile.

"That's because you called me bossy Ally," Hermione retorted, "and then you turned my hair green."

"Right, Lucius was so proud because it was my first time displaying accidental magic. The fact that I showed House loyalty so early on, made him forget to heal me until later, leaving me marred with this scar," he snorted. "I think it was also the first time I beat you in something."

"I doubt it," Hermione smirked triumphantly. "I didn't throw the block. I used magic to fling it at you. So, I actually displayed magic before you."

"Yeah," Draco quirked a brow at her. He loved their friendly banter. "But I am younger, so technically, I still beat you because I displayed magic at a younger age. I reckon I am a magical genius. 15 months is very early to show any signs of magic."

Unwilling to concede Hermione scrunched up her face. She wasn't sure where that memory came from. Never before had she ever had any flashbacks to when she was still known as Alexandra. She had been way too young. The scar must have triggered one of her earliest childhood memories.

"I remember when I was 5 or 6 years old," she continued, "I asked my mom what happened to the little boy I used to be friends with. She acted like she didn't know what I was talking about. Later, I thought I must have imagined him. But I always felt strange, like something or someone was missing from my life. But then, when I got my Hogwarts letter, I thought this was it. I felt different because I am a witch."

Hermione grabbed Draco's shirt and pulled him closer to herself. Resting her forehead on his chest, she closed her eyes and exhaled sharply.

"But it was you," she whispered almost inaudibly. "My mom is always telling me stories of how we used to be inseparable and how we loved each other when we were little. You were that little boy and I already loved you then. We were never supposed to hate each other the way we did in school."

A rush of emotions was flowing through her body due to both Draco's close proximity and her realization.

"I was a stupid, bigoted child," Draco spoke into her hair. "The reason I remember that day is not just because I used magic for the first time but also because you vanished right after I turned your hair green. I thought you were mad at me and didn't want to be my friend anymore. I probably would have forgotten all about you if it wasn't for the fact that my parents spoke about you and your mom a lot. I always knew, that the little girl whose hair I turned green was my betrothed and my soulmate."

Hermione smiled against his chest as Draco's hands found their way into her hair. Draco tilted her head up so that he could meet her gaze. He could see passion in her eyes before feeling her press her lips against his own. Mine, was all he could think as his witch whimpered contently.

"I missed you," Hermione confided as she felt a sudden warmth that she couldn't explain. Deep inside her, where she had felt anxiety over being forced into marriage only hours earlier, was now contentment. The fact that her heart had recognized love for Draco at such a young age signified that they were always meant to be. What had happened in school didn't matter anymore.

"I missed you too, Granger," he kissed her forehead inhaling her unique scent.

The Gryffindor looked at the Slytherin. With a sudden urge to be closer to him, her small hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Hermione pressed her lips together tightly before kissing a trail down his chest, moving away just long enough to push the garment off his body and letting it carelessly fall to the floor. Draco threw his head back as delicate, soft hands roamed over his chest. Her touch made him groan with pleasure. Hermione gently kissed her way back up. A smile playing on her lips, she took in his body, appreciating its athletic built. He wasn't overly muscular, yet his height and strength were enough to make her feel safe with him. Hermione prided herself an independent witch who could take care of herself. However, she was happy to have found the one person she could show weakness with, who would protect her at all cost. Strong woman or not, it was nice to be able to drop her guard completely because she knew in her heart that Draco would make sure she was going to be alright.

Not sure how long she had been admiring him, she was brought out of her thoughts when she heard the blonde clear his throat. An amused smirk was playing on his lips and Hermione was about to comment when she caught the look in his eyes. The need reflected there stirred up her own desire and she crushed her lips onto his. Her mouth covered Draco's with never-ending passion, the brush of his tongue sent tingles down her body establishing a direct connection to her dripping center. With her hands acting on their own accord, she found herself trailing down his sides to his arse.

"Bloody hell, you are amazing," the blonde moaned as his witch pushed him against herself.

Hermione was teasing him by rubbing her lower body gently against his. Her curves and soft skin felt amazing as they were pushed against his body. Draco could feel his body's longing for her grow steadily and he gently picked her up. Those amazing legs of hers wrapped around his waist and instead of carrying her upstairs, he apparated them to her bedroom.

"Couldn't wait, huh," she chuckled as she place her legs on the ground and moved them toward the bed - slowly unbuckling his belt at the same time.

With a few tugs, she quickly discarded his pants and boxers. He groaned when her hands brushed over his bulge teasingly. Desire for only her overtook his body. Draco moved to kiss her but she pushed him down on the bed instead. Loving the fact that she was taking control, he watched her slip out of her dress seductively before she straddled his legs giving her perfect access to his hard member. She shot him a devilish smile making him twitch happily.

Before he knew it, Hermione took the base of his erection into her hands and let her thumb explore the tip. His body tensed and his need for her clouded his brain. Just feeling her touch was almost enough to let him come undone right then. With eyes wide and burning with yearning, his witch was licking her bottom lip. He knew what was about to happen but Hermione took her time to admire his impressive manhood. The anticipation mixed with the lust in her eyes was driving him insane.

"Like what you see," he tried to sound cocky but a raged breath escaped his throat when Hermione finally moved her hands down his shaft, her tongue slowly replacing her fingers on the tip of his cock.

The twirls around the head were enough to make him forget about anything and everything. All he needed was her for the rest of his life. She was his to love, his to protect and histo worship. His hips bucked with each of her teasing motions, making him grow even harder every single time. Taking her time, she ran her tongue from the base to the tip of his cock. He wanted more but at the same time wanted to savor every second of her pleasuring him.

Moaning Hermione's name as her tongue licked along his shaft again caused her to glance up at him. Shooting Draco a quick, lustful look, she licked her lips preparing them for her feast to come before returning her attention back to his crotch. Thank Merlin! Finally, she fully closed her lips around his tip and he trembled with lust as she started bobbing up and down on him. Loving the way he tasted, she swiftly increased her speed while moving one hand to stroke his tight balls. The sensation of her mouth and hands on him was overwhelming his senses and it took him an insane amount of will to not come too quickly.

"Shit," he exhaled loudly and let his hands entangle themselves in her hair.

Hermione smiled but continued with even more fervor and lust. With him guiding her, she was moving faster and the gentle sucking motion was driving him closer and closer to the edge. He groaned and Hermione hummed happily as he was calling out her name. The vibrations drove him crazy and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Closing his eyes, he focused on Hermione's mouth around him until he saw stars explode. His breathing was beyond labored, his heart was slamming hard in his chest and he lost all control. His seed shot down her throat. The fact that she took it with pleasure, swallowing every drop of it, turned him on even more as he rode out his high.

"You're amazing, Granger," he stated with ragged breath as he felt the bed move.

Hermione laid on her side next to him, settling her head in the crook of his neck. Placing his arm on her back, he pulled her closer to his sweaty body. His strong hand rubbed along her back and he realized she was still wearing her underwear. Now, that wasn't fair. He'd have to remedy that. With a few, skilled movements, he undid her bra and fondled her breasts. The sight of her erect nipples tempted his tired body and soon he grew hard again. Her eyes fluttered open when he pushed his erection against her center. Only her knickers were holding him back.

"Hold on," he grabbed his wand and muttered the contraceptive spell.

When he replaced his wand on the bedside table, his sexy Gryffindor pushed him onto his back. Watching her take of her last piece of clothing, he could feel himself growing even harder. Hermione was in charge and he loved every second of it. Hissing with pleasure, she straddled him and slowly slipped his hard erection inside herself. Even though he had already come three times that night, his body tensed when he felt her around him. The realization, that he never wanted to be without her again, hit him. He knew she was the right woman for him and he'd marry her the second she was ready for it.

"I love you," he looked deep into her eyes and let his hands gently trail down her sides. Once they reached her hips, his grasp on her tightened. She gasped as he met her with a deep thrust and gently placed her soft hands on his chest for support.

Circe and Morgana, she was quivering with pleasure as she moved up and down on him. Never in her life had she felt the kind of connection - on both an emotional and physical level - as she did with the man underneath her. She looked deep into his steely, grey eyes again and suddenly wondered if it really would be such a bad thing to go along with Narcissa's plans. The very thought shocked her and had her momentarily so caught up that she didn't notice when Draco pulled her body down against his own. Soon, she squealed in surprise. He had rolled them over and immediately took charge of their lovemaking.

"Where were you just now," he asked huskily in between thrusts.

"I was thinking," she let her hands explore his back. "Maybe...Never mind. It's stupid."

Draco raised an eyebrow and gently placed his forearms next to her shoulders. His hands held her head as he placed kisses all over her face lovingly.

"Really Granger," he breathed into her ear while nipping on her lobe. "I doubt anything that's going on in your beautiful, little head is stupid. Tell me!"

His demand was met with a deep thrust. His witch groaned as his hard member hit her just right. The weight of his body combined with the feeling of his sweaty skin against her own fueled the tension inside her even further. Draco relished every sound she was making with him buried deep inside her.

"If you want me to tell you," Hermione moaned clenching around him, "you may have to stop shagging my brain into mush."

Draco chuckled but slowed down regardless. Hermione caressed the side of his face. He could tell she was nervous about something and gave her an encouraging look.

"I was thinking that since your mother won't let up on the wedding plans," Draco sighed in frustration at the mention of his mother during their time of intimacy, "maybe we should just go along with it. I already know I want to marry you some day and you said the same thing."

"Are you sure," Hermione shrugged. "So what, you can't beat them, join them? I do want to marry you but not like this. Maybe you're just emotional because we just came from a wedding," even though he wanted this, he needed her to want it just as bad. "Hermione, I don't always want to think that you're only married to me because you were forced to."

"Draco, this right here is so much more than just sex," Hermione wiggled and gasped immediately as it caused some very pleasurable friction between them. "It's an emotional connection I never had with anyone..."

"We'll talk about it in the morning," Draco breathed heavily. "I think I may agree to anything if we're talking about it while I am fucking you."

Hermione rolled her eyes at his crude remark but could only nod when he started moving inside her again. She knew he didn't think she was serious but for the first time since her initial meeting with Narcissa, the thought of getting engaged and marrying Draco sounded just perfect to her.

As his trust became faster, these thoughts left her mind. She was focusing on the man on top of her. Everything, the feel of his skin, the way he kept kissing her tenderly, his scent and his weight on top of her, made her tremble with desire. Hermione was so overwhelmed with all the different sensations that flooded her body and her soul that she closed her eyes.

"Look at me," he moaned as he cupped her face and her eyes fluttered open to see him staring right back at her. "I want to see you come undone."

Draco felt her tremble and her pulse quickened. He placed butterfly kisses all over her face and let his hand slide down her body. When he reached her thigh, the Slytherin raised her leg gently and wrapped it around his waist. He growled when she used the opportunity to push him deeper inside herself.

"I want you more than anything," she clenched around him as her pleasure intensified steadily. Wanting, no needing him with her entire body, she met every single thrust with a deep moan.

He was thrusting faster and harder, grinding his hips against hers but he knew he wasn't going to last much longer at this speed. The fire within him was going to erupt any moment now. His witch needed to come, her pleasure was all he could think about.

"Come for me, beautiful," he demanded boldly making her whimper. "Let go for me!"

Once the word left his mouth, Hermione surrendered and let go screaming his name in pleasure. She was thrashing underneath him, her face flushed red from an intense high that seemed to last forever. Her fingernails were running over his back and he kept trusting hard through her orgasm knowing he wasn't far behind. Sure enough, when Hermione's walls squeezed for one final time, he couldn't wait any longer. His hips pushed into her, grinding against her with his entire lower body. He was about to explode and after just one more thrust, he shot everything he had deep inside her. He kept thrusting, riding out his own high before collapsing on top of her, his face buried in the crock of her neck.

"Draco," she breathed in contently as he rolled them over again to have her lay halfway on top of him. She settled her head on his chest, listening to his fast beating heart. "I love you too."

"Narcissa," Lucius called out to his wife.

"You know Hermione actually listened to the my ideas last night," Narcissa looked up from the many different menus she was considering for her son's and goddaughter's wedding. "I think she may be coming around to the idea of the two of them getting married. I keep telling you, I know what I am doing."

They were both sitting in the library at Malfoy Manor. Narcissa smiled at her husband, she was happy about the little moments she shared with her husband after all this time. Normality was the thing she had graved the most during his stay in Azkaban. Despite all his faults and mistakes, Lucius was the only man she had ever loved.

"What is it, Dear," she finally realized her husband was trying to get her attention.

"Look at this," Lucius showed her the book he was looking at.

Narcissa moved closer to her husband. He was studying The Magnificent Malfoys - Over A Thousand Years of Purity, a book on the Malfoy family. Reading about his family was one of Lucius' favorite pastimes. After four years in Azkaban and with his son's impending wedding, he has spent a lot of time rereading the book in recent weeks.

"Oh," Narcissa's face lid up with happiness. "When did this happen?"

"You know the book magically updates within a few hours. It wasn't there two days ago when I last looked at it," Lucius had an amused look on his face. "Considering they weren't speaking for a few days, I believe that's what they were doing when they went to get Draco's things from his room last night or maybe it happened when they got to her house."

"Should we tell them," Narcissa asked with delight in her voice. "She won't notice anything for at least another two weeks."

"No," Lucius responded quickly. "It's not our place to tell them. Finding out and telling everyone is half the fun of making one of those. "

Narcissa nodded and looked down at the book again, a blush giving her pale features a healthy glow. Lucius had it opened to the family tree. Two new leafs had appeared on it. One showed a picture of Hermione connected to their son. Underneath their names was a another leaf connected to both Hermione and Draco, a question mark was clearly visible instead of a name.

"We're going to be grandparents Lucius," Narcissa wiped a tear away from her face.

"Yes, we are," Lucius simply nodded as he embraced his wife.

I was going to post this chapter sooner, but I couldn't quite decide where to end this one and start the next one. Sorry.

Well, I hope you liked this bit of smut. It will be a bit until Hermione will even suspect being pregnant but I wanted to make it clear that they just conceived. I hope you liked how I had Lucius and Narcissa be the ones to find out first.