It was Sunday. This was a problem as not even Japanese people worked on Sundays, well, at least not in offices. Not knowing what to say to her husband, Hermione decided to floo to Tokyo to go shopping. Strolling from bookstore to bookstore, she acquired numerous titles.
It was noisy, many people were on the streets. The young witch had yet to figure out whether she loved or hated having a baby. She watched the people passing by. More specifically, she watched families. She saw fathers carrying their young, mothers feeding them homecooked food and students in their uniforms.
Surprised, she realized that some of the children were actually cute and not nearly as loud as she had thought. She heard dogs barking at each other, their owner trying to separate them with all of their strength, but she heard no baby crying.
Instinctively her hand wandered to her flat belly. She hoped that their little one would scream as little as the Japanese ones do. Lucius would look adorable carrying their little one around. She couldn't explain it but she felt oddly happy at this moment.
She immediately after scolded herself. She was hardly in a stable relationship and didn't even know if he wanted children and even if, it didn't mean that he wanted hers. True, she wanted to have a future with Voldemort's right-hand man, but...
Also taking the potion just to decide a couple of years down the line that she wanted a baby seemed wrong. It would be easy if she didn't want children at all. but... After the initial shock had worn off, Hermione had warmed up to the idea of starting a family, but she still had to talk about it to Lucius before making a final decision.
Hermione flooed back home, she stored her purchases in the library while asking Kiki where her husband was. Nervously she walked up and down the hallway, practicing the sentences she wanted to say to him. Her heart was racing. She thought she was about to pass out from anxiety. Before facing him she swallowed a tiny drop of calming draught, hoping it wouldn't affect their little one negatively.
She entered the bathroom carefully, not wanting to slide on the wet floor. "Lucius, I think we should talk," she said trying to sound strong and confident.
He turned around and stared at her. Even half-naked in the bathtub he looked intimidating. His perfect poker face betrayed nothing.
She swallowed a lump in her throat. "I think, I don't hate the idea of having a baby," she admitted.
He smiled and grabbed her arm. Hermione was surprised to be dragged into the hot water. Her first impulse was to fight, but he caught her quickly and pressed her firmly against his body.
As she was about to recover from the shock, he pressed her lips against hers and kissed her with an unprecedented need. They separated gasping for air. Her lush lips were swollen and red and she wanted more.
"There is still a lot we have to discuss," Hermione breathed before she lost the ability to think completely.
It was a losing battle. Lucius was quick to vanish her clothes. His big hands cupped her butt cheeks and his mouth was quickly back on hers. She wriggled in his lap looking for friction. Her cheeks were glowing as she felt him get hard.
He lifted her out of the water with his strong arms. She thought it would be cold and drafty but it felt just right because she was burning up inside. Lucius carefully lowered her to the stone floor. Hermione trapped his lower body with her legs and he traced her curves with his mouth.
He bit the tender flesh of her breasts. She let out a shriek and he moved on to suckling her nipple, enjoying every second of it. He bit her neck with some force, marking her as he positioned himself at her entrance.
The hand that had cupped her breast wandered down and came to rest on her lower abdomen. Their eyes met. With one slow push, he moved all of him inside her vet cavern. Hermione moaned beneath him.
They kissed passionately, staying locked together for a moment before he started to move. Slowly at first, he thrusted into her with need. With his hands on her lower belly, he pushed into her, reminding himself that the young witch was going to swell with his child.
Lucius buried his head into the nape of her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent, he was overcome by the animalistic desire to make her his, in every way. He looked into her warm brown eyes. This was the mother of his baby.
Pushing into her with more force, he felt her squeeze him tightly, not wanting to let go of a single inch of his length. He drew the most delightful squeaks from her, as he teased just the right spot.
Hermione wrapped her arms around him. She needed to feel him closer to her, to feel his hot breath against her face, to kiss her, and to never let go of her. Her breathing was labored and her inner walls clenched around him.
Lucius thrusted into her more forcefully. She was so tight around him. He watched her eyes roll back and her lips part to their maximum. She was so close. His movements became sloppy. Hermione cried loudly, her long nails dug into his strong back as she came.
He continued his push into her, letting her ride out her orgasm. He spurted deep into her, knowing that she would birth his child. Once he was completely spent, he fell to the ground next to her.
Panting and trying to catch their breath, they lied next to each other on the smooth stone floor. She wondered how many people have taken advantage of the space in a similar way. As their breathing evened out, it got a little chilly. A light summer breeze brushed against their wet skin.
He stroked over her goosebumps with his long elegant fingers. Hermione cuddled up to the tall wizard. Unsure what to think she remained silent. Lucius wrapped his arms around her and dragged her back into the hot water.