"Do we have plans for Halloween?" Hermione asked her husbands a few days before the end of October.
"I don't think so," Draco replied.
"We're free," Lucius told them. Now that he wasn't working, he was in charge of their social calendar. "Do you want to do something?"
"Harry asked if we'd like to have dinner with him and Pansy. Pregnancy brain made me forget that I always spend Halloween with him."
"Do you think you'll be up to going out?" Draco asked.
Even though Hermione was a few days away from entering her third trimester, she had not improved much from the effects of the curse. They weren't getting any worse, but there hadn't been any significant improvements either. All of the scans from Nikki seemed to indicate that the curse was holding steady. Hermione still had to nap during the day, especially if they wanted to go out in the evening. Most days she sat with Lucius in the library or in his study and read while he did everything that running a large estate entailed. If she was having a hard day, they would float in the pools, the water helping take the weight of her stomach off her joints. Unfortunately, potions that other pregnant women could take to ease the pains still hadn't worked on her and she had given up trying.
Her husbands had been wonderful throughout her pregnancy. During their honeymoon, the three of them had grown accustomed to sleeping together, and Draco and Hermione had moved into the master bedroom with Lucius when they'd returned. Each night before bed, one of her men would rub her back and the other her stomach until she fell asleep between them.
"Harry doesn't like to go out and deal with the press, so dinner will be at Grimmauld Place. I'll be fine there. And if I get tired, we can leave."
Hermione untangled herself from Draco's arms as they stepped out of the fireplace at Grimmauld Place. It was safe for her to travel via magical means, but she was having issues with her balance and, since her tumble down the stairs, the Malfoy men didn't like her to travel by Floo without one of them guiding her. Moving out of the way, she took Lucius' hand as he stepped out behind them. She felt his magic wash over her as the soot was cleaned from her jumper and leggings. Lucius had complained that she wasn't dressed to leave the house, but she'd told him adamantly that she wasn't wearing any trousers with a button, and that Harry wouldn't care.
"I see you put on your nice pyjamas for dinner, Granger," Pansy said in a supercilious tone, looking her up and down.
"I'm fat, miserable, and grumpy. I'm only here because I love your husband. So you're going to have to deal with my clothing choices, hag," Hermione growled, but smiled at her friend.
Since Pansy had helped plan the Malfoy wedding, Hermione had grown closer to her. Hermione may not be up to being out in society yet, but after she gave birth, she would be expected to attend balls, teas and a number of other Pureblood events that she would rather avoid. Pansy, often with Narcissa, would come over and help her study etiquette, how to host tea parties for women, and event planning. It all seemed silly to Hermione, but she knew the old families took it all very seriously.
Having a female friend like Pansy was a new experience for Hermione. She and Ginny were close and loved to get together when Ginny wasn't off playing Quidditch. But Ginny was a tomboy. Pansy was as girly as they came. Like a smarter, less giggly version of Lavender Brown. She loved fashion and makeup, but could debate any current issue and was wicked fast with her wand. Hermone had grown to love their twice weekly teas and was beginning to think of Pansy as the sister she never had.
They had a nice dinner, and Harry entertained Lucius with stories of the golden trio's antics whilst at Hogwarts. Hermione had not told him much about her school years and so enjoyed watching him laugh at Harry's tales. Luckily, Harry skipped over the fact that she had been in love with Ron when he told Lucius about her setting a flock of angry birds on him. After they'd finished the meal, Harry stood up, clinking his knife against his glass.
"I just wanted to thank you all for being here," Harry said, looking at all of them. "Since today marks the anniversary of when my family was taken from me, I think it's only appropriate that I announce that Pansy and I will be welcoming a new member to our family in six months."
"Congratulations," the three Malfoys said at once.
Lucius and Draco stood and walked to shake Harry's hand. Pansy was sitting next to Hermione, and placed a hand on her arm as she moved to follow her husbands.
"I know Harry talked to you about us starting a family before. I just want you to know that we both decided we were ready. Harry didn't force me."
"Thank you for telling me, even though you didn't need to explain," Hermione said with a large smile. "I'm really happy for you both. When are you due?"
"About mid-April. I took a fertility potion on Harry's birthday as a present to him."
Hermione laughed at Pansy's red face. Normally she wasn't phased by anything and it was nice to see her looking so normal for a change.
"You know Narcissa is going to be over the moon when you tell her, right?" Hermione teased. "I guarantee she'll consider your children her grandchildren. So will Molly."
"It's strange," Pansy said, reaching out to rub Hermione's belly. "You, me, Draco, and Harry. We're all only children from small families but our children will have a huge family. I would have loved cousins growing up."
"Me too. And knowing Harry, you will provide plenty of cousins for my children."
"No way. Three kids, max."
The rest of the evening passed in a celebratory mood and they didn't seem to talk about much besides pregnancy. Pansy was lucky enough that she could take anti-nausea potions and had only had to suffer through one day of morning sickness.
As they were leaving, Draco stopped Harry.
"Congrats again, Harry," Draco said, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Just to let you know, for the next three months Pansy will be randier than a rabbit in heat. Stock up on Pepper-up potions. I needed them, and Hermione has two husbands."
Hermione and Lucius laughed as Harry's face turned white.
When they returned to the Manor, there was an owl waiting for Lucius from Gringotts. He grumbled about needing to fix some mistake that would take hours before excusing himself to the study. Hermione and Draco made their way up to the bedroom. It wasn't too late in the evening, but Hermione was ready for bed. Draco walked up the stairs next to her and she sighed as he rubbed his hand against her lower back. At twenty-seven weeks, her belly felt huge and her back constantly pained her.
"Would you like me to run you a bath?" Draco asked once they were in the bedroom. "Or I can give you a massage. I bet you have a really tight muscle between your thighs that could use a good rubbing."
Hermione couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her mouth at her husband's horrible attempt at seduction.
"If you think you're up to it," she teased him. "Let me get ready for bed and then I'll let you give me a 'good rubbing'."
Teeth brushed and her nighttime routine completed, Hermione threw her clothes into the hamper and wrapped her soft dressing gown around her before moving back into the bedroom. Draco was in the bed, blankets pooled around his knees, slowly stroking his hard cock. Hermione felt her arousal spike as she took in his perfect body. He was like a Norse demigod sent to earth especially to please her. Draco Malfoy: God of Sex and Pleasure. She giggled to herself. Pregnancy has made me completely mental.
"It's not good for a man's ego when his wife sees his cock and starts to laugh," Draco said, a frown on his face.
"Sorry," Hermione said quickly. She discarded her robe and crawled onto the bed next to him. "I was just having a ridiculous thought. I promise, I liked what I saw."
Draco turned to look her up and down. "I like what I see too."
Leaning towards her, Draco caught her lips with his. Hermione opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against the seam of his lips until he opened up for her. She tasted the spearmint toothpaste on his tongue and thought of how it matched the smell of her Amortentia. Draco pulled back and looked down her body again before kissing his way to her breasts.
"I love the changes to your tits, Otterpop."
"You just like that they're bigger so you have more to play with."
"There is that, too. But I like your new nipples."
"New nipples?" Hermione asked, nonplussed. "What new nipples?"
"These ones," Draco said, flicking his thumb across one. "They're larger and darker than they were before. I wonder if they'll stay this way."
"Only one way to know."
Hermione's body had changed so much over the last few months, she hadn't noticed that her breasts were different than before. Well, she had noticed that she needed to transfigure all her bras when she started spilling out of them, but she hadn't noticed a change in colour. Looking down where Draco was slowly licking her tits, she couldn't believe she had missed it. The light brown shade of her nipples she had always known was now a rich mocha colour. They contrasted against her tan skin in a way that pleased her.
"If they start to change back," Draco said, pulling her from her thoughts, "Father and I will be more than happy to keep you pregnant. Have a whole house filled with little Granger-Malfoys."
"Is that what you want? A whole herd of children?"
"Just enough to fill two Quidditch teams." He moved down and kissed her large baby bump. "I like seeing you ripe with my child."
"I'm not having fourteen children, Draco."
Even the thought of going through pregnancy more than once filled Hermione with dread. She knew this one was especially hard because of the curse still coursing through her body, so she was willing to have another child. But there was no way she would go through this thirteen more times.
"Seven?" he countered. "Enough for one entire Slytherin House team."
"Two."
"Six. Potter Jr can be the final player on the team."
"Three, and that is my final offer." Hermione laughed at Draco as he pouted. "And I thought we weren't allowed to talk about Potter while we're in bed."
"We aren't. You distracted me."
Hermione pushed Draco off her and onto his back. Shifting down, she kneeled next to him and ran her tongue up the length of his semi-hard cock. She continued to lick and kiss it until it was hard then slipped the head between her lips. She tried to move so she could take his length into her, but her stomach got in the way. Stupid thing.
"Draco, off the bed," Hermione commanded, pulling her mouth off him. "I can't do this laying down anymore."
"If you suck my cock any longer, I won't be able to come in that tight little cunt of yours." Draco tapped her hip, letting her know he wanted her to move. "Come sit on my face, Otterpop. And wipe that look off your face. You're not going to suffocate me."
Hermione blushed at his ability to read her facial expression. Pushing her insecurities away, she moved herself up the bed. Holding onto the headboard for support, she placed her thighs on either side of his face.
"Now," Draco said, his hot breath tickling her pussy as he spoke. "I want you to fuck my face like the good like wife you are. Keep going until you can't come anymore."
Hermione flushed with desire as she lowered herself onto Draco's face. His tongue met her clit and she groaned in pleasure. Pregnancy hormones may make her crazy sometimes, but they sure made being on the receiving end of oral sex amazing. Her favourite part was being able to come quicker and more often than before. Both of her husbands were more than happy to feast on her for hours. Draco hadn't been lying when he said that pregnant women were 'randier than a rabbit in heat.' Hermione couldn't get enough of them.
Gripping the headboard, Hermione started to rock her hips back and forth against Draco's face. His nose stimulated her clit as he tongued her opening. She felt her body start to tense, already on the cusp of orgasm. Draco must have sensed how close she was because he shifted his face and took her clit in his mouth. His fingers entered her and he pressed hard against her G-spot. Coming hard, Hermione lifted her hips off his face as her body shook with pleasure. She could feel how wet her pussy and thighs were and wondered how it was that Draco hadn't drowned.
"Are you done already?" Draco asked, kissing her inner thigh.
Instead of answering him, Hermione lowered herself onto his talented mouth. She felt him growl and smirked as he got back to pleasing her. Shutting her mind off, she allowed herself to do nothing but enjoy the sensations of his mouth on her, his fingers inside her. No longer aware of how many orgasms he was able to pull from her body, she continued to fuck his face until the pleasure started to be too much for her.
Coming one last time, she lifted herself off of him and moved to flop onto the bed next to him. Her thighs were drenched with her arousal and she screwed up her face in discomfort. Knowing Draco liked it when she was a wet mess, she left her pussy alone, but spelled her thighs clean. She turned her head and laughed at Draco.
His hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions. He was breathing hard and his face was a disaster. A quick cleaning charm later, she shifted her body closer to him and kissed his cheek.
"That was mind blowing, Draco." When he didn't answer she began to be concerned. She poked him, but he still said nothing. "Are you okay?"
He nodded before taking a deep breath. "It hurts to move my mouth," he finally said, hardly moving his lips as he spoke.
"My poor husband. I guess you're too tired to have sex," Hermione teased him. "I think I'll head down and find Luci—"
He cut her off, kissing her hard. "I said it hurts to move my mouth, witch. I didn't say I was too tired to fill that sweet pussy with my cock. Be a good girl and lift your hips up."
Hermione rolled onto her back and lifted her hips as Draco placed a few pillows under her so she was at the angle that he liked without straining her back. Once he was done, he knelt between her thighs and placed his cock at her wet entrance. Winking at her, he pushed all the way in.
"I love how completely you fill me," she moaned.
Instead of the pleased look Draco normally had at this phrase, a look of concern passed over his face. "I'm not too deep am I? Now that you're further along, I'm not going to hurt him am I?"
"I love you, Draco, but your cock isn't that big."
"Hey! My dick is big! It could happen."
"Yes, yes, you're hung like a horse." She rolled her eyes. "Just start moving that huge cock of yours. I promise you won't hurt him."
"It is huge," he muttered, but started to move in and out of her.
He felt so good inside of her, but Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to come again. Draco had wrung every last ounce out of her before. She watched her husband as he sought out his pleasure from her body. Squeezing her kegels, she revelled in the look of ecstasy on his face. His hips began to move faster, and she rocked herself against him. She could feel how close he was and moved her hands to his chest. Pinching his nipples, she smirked as his face twisted into a look of pained pleasure and his control was lost. Three hard thrusts later, he was spilling himself inside of her.
"Salazar fucking Slytherin," Draco gasped, pulling out and dropping to the bed beside her. "That was amazing."
He waved his hand and the pillows moved from below her hips to the top of the bed and his cleaning charm took care of them and the bed. Adjusting themselves, they snuggled against each other as a second wave of his hand brought the blankets up to cover them.
Hermione was drifting off to sleep in Draco's arms when his voice whispered to her.
"If pregnancy sex is this good, I'm going to fight you for more than three, Otterpop."
Hermione smiled at him, but said nothing as exhaustion pulled her into sleep.
A/N: I love that my Draco smut coincided with his birthday day.
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