AN: Sexual content advisory.

Hermione walked in, loaded down with the bags of the party provisions she had been after, followed by Ginny who carried all three boxes of nappies they would be through in the week, and quickly dropped it all at the sound of her child's screams coming from upstairs. She looked into the kitchen, surprised that both Angelina and Katie sat chatting at the table as if they couldn't hear the baby screaming just a few feet away.

"We were going to help," Katie said, noticing Hermione's glare, "but we figured it was something his father could handle."

"Yeah, I mean, after all, you did leave him in charge." Angelina smirked, knowing that it was doing nothing to calm the anxiety building in Hermione's chest.

"He's fine, 'Mione," Ron said, walking in and obviously enjoying the moment as well. "I looked in about an hour ago. He's not hurt, and he's not going without. It's good for him, Draco I mean, and isn't that really the whole point?"

Hermione glared at him one last time before nodding toward the bags she had dropped, implying that he could at least help out with those as she walked up the stairs. She just wasn't sure, from the sound of it, who exactly was going to need more saving, Basil or Draco.

"Draco, how could you just let him scream like that?" Hermione said as she comforted her hiccuping child.

"Let him? He's been screaming for an hour. There was nothing that worked. He just sat there pulling his hair and beating his face. There's something wrong with him. He's into self-harm or something, he was making himself cry. I didn't do anything." Draco was dripping with sweat as he tried to fix the hair he had been trying to pull out in frustration. "You walk in and he just stops. I don't get it."

Hermione tried to cover up her chuckle was she slicked down Draco's hair and kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry, I forgot. I've been teaching him sign language so he could tell me what he wanted and I forgot to teach you. You're just always so busy." Hermione sat and shifted Basil to her knee so he could face her. "You were probably just frustrated, huh baby. You just told daddy what you wanted. We'll have to teach him to talk like Basil, won't we."

Simon chuckled in the corner. "This I gotta see." He took a large bite of his apple as he crossed to sit on the arm of Hermione's chair.

"You think I can't learn more than a baby?" Draco asked as he sat on the other arm.

"No, I think there's a lot you will learn," Simon said as he played with Basil's small toes. Basil shook his fist back and forth as he laughed.

"See, I told you he likes his brother," Hermione said as she played with Basil's small hands. "By the way, did you get in touch with Syren? Is her mother OK with her spending the night?" Simon just nodded.

"Syren?"

"Yeah, the little girl that's always following your boy around. She's Cho's daughter. You remember her don't you?"

"Cho Chang? Yeah, I remember her. So she's got a little baby prostitute chasing my son around now?"

"Draco! She's an adorable little thing and she just happens to be your son's friend and I'd appreciate you not using that kind of language in front of my baby." Hermione turned Basil to her, protecting his small ears from his father's mouth.

"But he's only a baby. He doesn't understand."

"He's a smart boy, Draco." Hermione sounded offended. "He's really too smart. He wants so badly to be able to talk with us, and we've all learned how. Are you going to learn how to listen to your son or do you want a repeat of today?"

"OK, I'm sorry. I'll try."

"Good," Hermione's smile returned as she shifted the baby again so he would face Draco. "You said he was 'hitting his face?' Did it look like this?" Hermione placed her thumb against her chin and smiled when Basil laughed and put his head against her chest. "That mean's "mum". He was looking for me."

"Easy enough," Draco said as he ran over the sign. So this," Draco put his fingers in a 'v' and wiggled them up and down, "is that 'daddy'?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "Why do you ask?" She hugged the baby to her chest as he began sucking on his fingers. Simon sat up as if in sudden interest, a perfect Malfoy smirk on his face.

"That's the other one he kept doing, and wait a minute," Draco snapped his head towards Simon. "You knew what he wanted the whole time and you didn't help me?"

Simon threw his apple core into the bin. "You didn't ask me." He got up and crossed to the door. "Basil, where's Viktor?" Simon left as Basil's sleepy hand made the exact motion Draco had asked about. Down the hall, Simon smiled as Basil began to cry again over raised voices.

A few minutes later, after Basil had been settled into his nap, Draco followed Hermione into their bedroom and slammed the door.

"Are you trying to wake him again?" Hemione asked as she wheeled around.

"Why does my son ask for him when he's with me? He asks for everyone but me. Why does he know 'Viktor' over 'daddy'?"

"He has to associate the sign with someone, Draco. He just see's Viktor more. That's the only reason." Hermione pulled her hair out of the pony tail she had in letting her long hair frame her face and relieving the tension in her head.

"That's a good point. I don't want him hanging around my kids anymore." Draco pulled his shoes off and kicked them across the room.

"Now you're just being ridiculous. He's a good friend and we have a lot of work to do. Just because you have a 'job' does not mean I don't work too." Hermione pulled off her jacket and Draco couldn't help but notice that underneath her tight tank, the fight was causing her to become aroused. Or so he hoped. Ever since the baby, Hermione's assets had nearly doubled and Draco felt his anger diminish as he stared longinly at them. She ran her fingers through her wavy hair to pull out the knots. "If you would just be home more he would learn. He barely recognizes you. You probably scared him when you got him up this afternoon and he found out I wasn't here."

"I have to do this, Hermione. I'm trying to make it so my kids have a better life." Draco pulled off his t-shirt leaving a black undershirt on. Hermione was caught off-guard by the cut on his biceps that all of his "working" was begining to leave. His abdomen had never looked so tight and she wanted his tank top off, exposing the lines she was sure it covered. She shook her head. She was supposed to be mad at him.

"That's all Viktor and I are doing as well," she was pleased that his name had returned the fire to Draco's eyes. His muscles tightened, defining them even more and she found herself unable to restrain any longer. She crossed the room, still trying to keep herself upset, until she stood right in front of him. The fight was pointless. No one was going to let the other win but she wanted to keep that fire burning. "I have needs, Draco. Needs only Viktor can fill." That did it. He looked as if he was ready to kill. "I need someone who knows the school systems, the way they work, has connections to the right commitees. Viktor has all those things." She emphasised the name to make sure to keep his anger up.

Draco stared deep into her eyes as he ground his teeth in frustration. Past all the anger he saw a glint that eased his anger. She was toying with him. She was keeping him angry for a reason, and he hoped he knew what the reason was. Viktor. He began repeating the name like a mantra in his mind. He wasn't going to disappoint her.

"You can do what you want, but imagine our children failing every subject because they can't speak English. It took him ten years to learn your name." He was plucking every last one of her strings and she knew it. She couldn't let him get the upper hand.

She grabbed at his tank and untucked it from his pants. "Like you care how our children do in school. You only used Hogwarts as a cheap brothel." She looked up and saw he was having as much trouble not laughing as she was.

"Hit a little lower, love," he whispered in her ear. "Don't really care about school." He kissed her crown, smelling her sweet scent and hoped she was as excited as he was.

"Oh sorry," her voice had become breathy as she grazed his exposed stomach with her fingers. She lowered her voice and tried to give it a grainy texture. "Prissy little rich boy."

"Filthy little mudblood."

"What? You know you're child is a so-called mudblood? We've been working for years to bring equality and now in the middle of a war..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You know, Viktor would never dream of saying such a thing to me."

Hermione clenched her lips as she twisted his shirt in her fingers. She felt herself dampen at the sounds of the seams ripping off his shoulders. In one rough motion she tore the fabric off his body leaving red marks on his now exposed skin where the fabric had burned him. She glared daggers at him as she tossed aside the destroyed tank top.

"You're gonna pay for that one, Malfoy." Draco's member finally peaked at the promise and use of his surname. She hadn't called him that in so long and it brought memories of their many rough encounters in school. She looked down and noticed he was trying to rip off his own jeans with his erection.

"He can't come out yet." Hermione grabbed his denim bulge and began roughly fondeling him. "He's got to show me some respect before he can fuck me."

"First you wanna kill me, now you wanna kiss me? Blow me, Granger."

"Oh, I don't want you. Is that what you think? Because I can get by on my own." Hermione began to tidy up the room as she left Draco to think over his options. As none of them sounded any good he walked across and grabbed her from behind, turning her towards him. "Don't touch me until I tell you to." Hermione said as she punched Draco square across the jaw. She waited for a second, afraid of the counter sure to come, but excited by the power she exhurted on him. Draco placed a hand on his jaw before turning to look her directly in the eyes. For a split second, she saw the animal come alive in his features before he had pulled her into a furious kiss and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled at his air as she nibbled his lips.

Draco walked over and threw her onto the bed tearing at his pants button as she pulled off her tank top. Draco noticed a damp spot on the cup of Hermione's bra.

"It's your fault," she said as she noticed where he was looking. "You made the baby cry." She reached behind and unbuttoned her bra thankful to be free from the wet fabric.

Draco pulled off his pants as he climbed onto the bed. He had not seen her fully naked in so long and his erection was glad to have no boundry.

She moaned in anticipation as he took his position above her on the bed. He became so over taken in the moment that he noticed her sharp intake of breath before the feel of a new sensation.

"Sorry," he said quickly as he realized his aim had been a bit south.

"No," she said, her breathing quickening. "Don't be. It's kind of exciting." He looked at her, sure she was loosing her sanity. "I like to learn new things." She repositioned herself, placing him against the virgin area and took in a deep breath. Draco once again pulled back, for the first time in his life unsure of his next move.

"It hurts love," he said speaking with experience not just hear-say.

"That's the exciting part, isn't it? That it's something new." She smiled sweetly as she caressed his face. "I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. Besides," she softly slapped his already red jaw, "you owe me."

He kissed her deeply as he felt the excitment take him again. "Tell me when it becomes too much."

"Oh just fuck me already, Malfoy."

All pretenses lost, Draco, after a liberal application of lubricant from his wand, began to ease himself past the taught skin, immediatly receiving the reaction he expected. Her jump made him lose his place, but he was immediatly encouraged to continue. As he felt the tight skin give way to her warm tissue, he felt as if he was being shown the true depths of her desire for him. She continued to hiss as he slowly rocked, realizing he was only barely to the tip but even as his hips begged to continue, his heart was breaking again at the pain he was causeing her, without even meaning to.

"I can't, Hermione." Draco said as he pulled back. Even though she couldn't hide her agreement that he stop, she tried to tell him it was OK. "A little now, a little later," he said as he shifted to be in the right spot. "We have time. Next time at least, that much won't be as painful." He smiled as he centered himself to his normal home. "But don't think I won't do what you asked me to." He slammed himself deep into her center and felt his stomach flip at the hiss and loud moan that his action caused.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and pleasured in the momentary loss of control. She wouldn't tolerate if for long. With an expert twist of her hips, she repositioned herself on top of him and forced him to sit up so she could force him to whatever depth she desired. In between her moans, Draco heard her mutter words but he didn't recognize the language.

"What's that?" Draco said as he tried to hold back on his coming orgasm. He wasn't ready to be done.

"Nothing. Just a little payback." Hermione's smile was sinister as Draco felt himself rise to the explosion point, but it didn't come. He began to grind harder needing the release but it just kept building. He placed his hands up to fondle her breasts but was shot down even as he reached.

"You don't wanna do that," Hermione said. "They're pretty full. Plus they're tender." Draco closed his eyes against the forbidden territory he now had to share with his son.

Draco began pounding Hermione harder than he ever had in his life and felt as if he had never been so full and as her moans turned into screams he actually began praying for release. He felt the spasms of Hermione's orgasm begin but the only pleasure he received from it was her praising his name. She sat forward and kissed him in thanks as she wiped the hair from her eyes.

"Um...'Mine?" Draco said as she dismounted and began searching for her clothes.

Hermione turned around and giggled at his obvious predicament. "That's for the mudblood remark," she said as she pulled her jeans back on and began the search for a new bra. "You've got three more hours before that goes down. Just in time for your son's birthday party. It will give you some alone time to think about it." His eyes bulged as he thought about throbbing for the next three hours.

"And what am I supposed to do until then?" He said as he pulled the blanket over him, unable to hide the tent he was pitching.

"That's not really my problem," she said as she replaced her tank top. "I've got a meeting with Viktor."

Chapter 29 teaser

Hermione walked over to Draco, grabbed his sleeve, and pulled it down to his wrist. Even though she had known it had to still be there, after all, there was no way to remove it, she couldn't stand the truth of his past staring at her as she waited for an explination. She looked over at Harry, knowing exactly what was racing through his mind, and prayed for an explination, any explination, besides the only one that both her and Harry seemed to be thinking, for it to appear again.