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Chapter 29: Turning ideas around.

"Bwahahahaha." A shower of butterbeer sprayed over the tablecloth. The wizard doubled in laughter, bursting into a new round everytime he faced his best friend's face. "Oh, shit! I can't believe it." A tanned finger dried the tears in the corner of his eye, "Oh, in Merlin's name! We even joked about it."

"Blaise, have mercy, my husband is still pale, and we are a week further." Hermione bit in her lip, to contain her own smile.

"Sister, c'mon! Imagine this: your son enters Hogwarts and introduces his newest family member, a younger one, as his uncle!"

Draco sunk deeper into his chair, grunting, palm against his face. The thought occurred to him as well, but hearing Blaise say it out loud embarrassed him even more.

"Ha, ha, ha. Shit, this is hilarious."

"You've had your fun, Blaise. Now, please stop. Look at Draco." Pansy failed in calming him down.

"I know. That's why I can't stop…" The glaring look of his wife brought him quietly to a calm. For a second or ten, after which he began again. "I guess my mate is having nightmares of imagining how his mother made that baby."

"Zabini, if you respect our friendship, stop right there." Draco had enough of it.

"It's you, mate. You, who looks as if his mother is some plastic doll with no feelings at all. I get it. We, as their offspring, don't want to think about our parents doing it. It's a not done, buzz killer first class. I get it. What you fail to see, is that your mother is an attractive woman who's still young. As Hermione recounted, if your father and mother had succeeded, you would have a sibling by now. They hadn't been blessed with a second miracle, and this is your mother's new chance at happiness. Be humble for once and let your mother live a happy life, will you? Don't think about the specifics, concentrate on your mum's delight."

Hermione side-eyed Draco. Blaise's words were hers exactly. She agreed with the sight it formed, Scorpius introducing his uncle or aunt a year later at Hogwarts was not an everyday image. But if it were up to her, they would grow up more like brothers than as uncle and nephew or aunt and nephew, depending on the outcome.

But it was time she put an end to this childish behaviour. He mumbled the entire time, pouting like a toddler and even refused to be intimate with her, no matter what she did. She was done with this. Or, she would start threatening with the use of a dildo.

Blaise's fun at his expense wasn't helping much. Not entirely unexpected, of course. Draco's temperament was flaring up.

"Speaking of siblings, how's Laura?" Hermione popped a peanut in her mouth.

"An angel."

"Hermione, she's, after three weeks, a real daddy's girl. When she has one of her fits, it's him the one who calms her down." Pansy sighed.

"Probably because Blaise can be calmer than you, Pansy?"

"Did you also have these crying jags, Hermione? In tears for nothing? I weep at the slightest thing: for not immediately finding a clean teether or a piece of clothing that still doesn't fit… I'm a walking tears machine."

"Muggles have a name for that, and, yes, I had my moments, too. They call it the baby blues, stress, and an adjusting hormonal household. Don't worry too much; it will pass."

"Hermione cried because the shampoo bottle was at its end." Draco gave his wife an adorable look, the memories not so far away in his mind.

"Are you going to the charity fund gala next week, mate?"

"Hermione, what will you be wearing?"

"Yes, Blaise, we are-"

"I was thinking, Pansy, on a certain green dress."

"Excellent choice, girl!"

"No way!"

"Draco, why not?"

"That dress will not be shown off on a new public appearance. It's for my eyes only."

"I haven't worn it ever since, Draco."

"My wife must look elegant, but not seductive. That dress has some side effects. Do you want me to fight off every wizard that eats you up with their eyes?"

"Would you, my dragon?" Her two fingers walked over his chest. "Because lately, it has been a drought."

"Love, this is not the place."

"Hermione, please do share… Six weeks is a long wait." Unwillingly, she brought Blaise's attention back to the Narcissa-issue.

"Mr. Malfoy here pouts the whole time and forgets to attend to my needs. I might find a willing wizar-" her last 'd' was eaten up by her husband's mouth.

"You'll have to forgive us, Blaise. I have an important matter that needs all my attention. We will return for Scorpius later." He apparated them to their house.

-oOo-

"The green dress remains in your closet." He kissed her passionately, pushing her towards their bedroom. "You'll wear it on a private occasion when I take you to somewhere fancy, but the damn gown is for my eyes only." Her tank top flew through the air, landing on the armrest of a chair, the bra discarded swiftly behind his back. Her knees collided with the bed and he threw her unceremoniously into the middle of the mattress.

Draco pulled the skirt and knickers off her hips with one swift move, spreading her legs wide to admire the glistening folds, "It's a drought period, eh?" Fingers opened her nether lips, caressing the nub and her entrance. "It doesn't look like it. It's quite wet. Let me test it."

Two of his fingers glided effortlessly inside her quim, pumping promptly to make her squirm. "As I thought, it's soaking wet. Here, have a taste." Draco dipped one of his fingers into her mouth, and she sucked it clean of all her juices; he copied her move on his other drenched finger. "Delicious." He attacked her pussy further, thrusting his digits into her heated cavern, while the thumb applied enough pressure to increase her arousal. The Malfoy grin displayed on his face, he demanded, "Allow me to wet it further." Lowering to her core, he lapped, licked, and suckled on the nub, southbound to the centre of the heat, plunging his tongue inside her pussy.

Hermione's hips jerked at the whirl of sensations, whimpering when he bit lightly on her clit, "Draco…"

Her hands gripped the bedsheet, and she lifted her body to look at the magnificent sight of his face paying the honours to her quim, only increasing her arousal when his grey eyes held hers in its gaze. This affected him as much as it did her. Mouth sucked hard on her clit, two fingers fingering her relentlessly and a thumb caressing her puckered hole. The perfect recipe for an all-shattering orgasm and Hermione cried out, shaking at every wave of pleasure. He rode it out, drinking in her arousal as precious nectar.

When it subdued, he disposed of all his garments and claimed her body in one thrust, her walls clenched around him, still sensitive from her orgasm. Setting a hard pace, he made up for the lost nights, holding her head between both hands, and monopolising her mouth. Her legs snaked around his waist, heels digging into his buttocks and demanding him to go deeper. He complied by putting his arms under her knees and by raising her bottom up, he maximised his access.

Eyes focussed on each other, unless it was all too much and they closed, drowning from passion. She moaned at every thrust, he rutted her into the mattress, rocketing the bed hard against the wall. "I'm going to fuck you senseless, witch. Fuck the idea out of your head, the green dress...is only...for my eyes...Fuck...Oh, fuck." Using the last bit of control he still had left, Draco rubbed her clit until she came undone under him, holding in him a vice hold, while the trails of fire burned through her body.

He growled and pumped deep, spilling himself inside her walls. Skin slapping against skin, pulsing, vision fading to black for a few seconds. The only sounds left, their ragged breaths, panting.

"Is your...thirst...satisfied?"

"I...might need a second...round." Her chuckles came from deep in her belly.

Releasing a deep sigh, he shifted to the side. "I can't help it, Hermione, my mother's baby…"

"Will be more a brother or a sister to our Scorpius than his aunt or uncle."

"That's not it, love. My mother…"

"Probably had just the shag of her day, just like we did. How do you think she got pregnant with you? Why are thinking so hard about her sex life? Give it a rest, Draco."

"What about I take you to Paris, to choose a nice outfit for the gala?"

"How important is that gala, Draco? Do you have a certain goal in mind?"

"It's a while now since I've been chasing a new company to acquire. Their CEO is attending, and I would love to fish to determine how doable it could be."

"Do you need my help?" She laid half on him, chin on his chest, blowing air over his nipple which hardened in response.

"You could give their books a look, see how bad their financial position is so I can adjust my offer."

"Is it wise to invest in a loss-making company?"

"Their financial problems are due to mismanagement, not to the core business itself. If I get my hands on it and set straight what's going wrong, it'll be a very lucrative asset.

"I trust your judgement." A wicked look was the only warning of her newest target. Round two was about to start.

-oOo-

The gala was boring, as he much expected it to be, but, in the end, he achieved his goal. The company he eyed, which dealt with the import of rare medicinal herbs was, as he projected, an easy target for a smooth take-over. Draco almost refrained from negotiations, when the man he spoke to, started to give Hermione's cleavage more attention than Draco's words. Jealousy flared up slightly, and a hex was not too far away.

But in the end, he acquired his newest addition to the Malfoy Corp effortlessly and for less money than he initially had estimated. Hermione was his secret weapon, after all. He only needed to learn how to deal with the male attention she received.

Not that he could fault the male attendance entirely; she was a view to admire, with her deep blue dress that hugged all her female curves. She wore high heels with a touch of silver, and he was sure that she wiggled extra obviously with her hips, every time she left him, whether it was to grab a new drink or for a visit to the loo. He was proud of having her at his side, his intelligent wife, the woman that owned his heart.

And, she was his and his alone.