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Four Months Pregnant – Getting bigger and highly emotional – "Who cries over a bloody pizza commercial?"
The phone rang, Draco glanced at the screen and smiled.
Considering where he was, he should have let it go to voicemail, but he missed her, wanted to hear her voice.
Big fucking mistake.
She had cried bloody murder in the morning because he cut her sandwich diagonally instead of horizontally.
Her unpredictable pregnancy hormones made him want to curl up into a fetal position and weep.
Even her sexual appetite had reached a level of frenzy and every surface of his flat was marked by their lovemaking.
The phone buzzed relentlessly.
Ignoring his audience, Draco connected the call.
He tried to warn her, "Granger, you're on spea..."
She didn't let him finish, "It is boring as fuck at office and I was having a rather explicit shag flashback."
Letting out an imaginary moan, she rasped, "You have the most gorgeous bottom."
Fuck his life, seriously!
Draco fumbled the phone, it slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground.
Her surprised voice rang out for all to hear, "Draco? Are you there, sex pistol?"
Oh, Merlin, the damage was done.
He retrieved the fallen phone from under the table, knocked his head on the edge and rose sporting a purpling bruise.
At once he took her off speaker mode and spoke into the phone urgently, "Hermione, you were on speaker and I'm in the middle of a meeting with the Minister of Magic."
The sound of books falling could be heard from the other end, followed by a loud shrill, "WHAT?"
Kingsley cringed at the high-pitched voice that filled the space.
Draco held the phone away from his ear and replied, "I'll call you after, darling."
He hung up and sheepishly regarded the gathered crowd that comprised of The Minister of Magic, his assistant Miranda, Susan the Head of Magical Transportation and a few of his own staff.
He cleared his throat, "Apologies, shall we continue?"
Kingsley raised a questioning eyebrow, "With the building of an additional wing at St Mungo's or your gorgeous bottom?"
The women in the room giggled and shared a knowing look.
Draco Malfoy was a rare treat, the man oozed charisma and ungodly sexiness.
Any idiot with eyes would want to bed him and fuck him senseless.
Susan wet her knickers for him after every meeting.
She had been batting her eyelashes at him suggestively from the time they started the meeting, but he wouldn't give her the time of day.
Her new figure-hugging dress was a waste of money, it did nothing to pique his interest.
So, he was fucking Granger, she swapped another look with Miranda.
Interesting...
Bookish, boring women apparently grabbed his fancy.
She conveniently left out, brilliant, beautiful and talented.
Draco felt his cheeks redden, "The building, Kingsley."
Susan bit on her lip provocatively, "I much rather discuss his bottom perhaps with the help of visual aids."
Kingsley fixed her with a look and laughed, "Granger, might have something to say about that."
Hermione groaned and paced the room in a tizzy.
Merlin, they all heard her and before long, half the Ministry would know about her torrid affair with the Malfoy heir.
Terry poked his head into the room and took in her flustered state.
He asked timidly, "You want to grab a bite to eat?"
She jumped at his voice and grabbed her heart, "Fuck, you almost gave me a heart attack."
Hermione picked up her large handbag and swung it over her shoulder, "Yes, anything to get away from these dusty, boring documents."
Silently, she cursed Harry. Three years of Auror training and graduating at the top of her class only to be shoved into the documentation division because she was pregnant.
She forced a smile, "I have a newfound respect for the paper pushers on the 1st floor."
Terry laughed goodheartedly.
The meeting ended and Draco sighed with relief.
Susan was becoming a glorious pain in his gorgeous arse.
He quickly fired Hermione a call.
Her laughter echoed as she answered, "Hello!"
Her voice made him smile, "Sorry about that."
Hermione giggled, "You're insane Malfoy, I can never look at Kingsley again."
Draco laughed along with her, "I'm free, how about I swing by and treat you to lunch?"
She hesitated, "Oh, I'm out with Terry now but how about you come over for dinner? I'll cook for a change."
Draco stiffened, the fuck was she doing with Boot?
He cleared his voice, "Terry?"
Hermione replied casually, "Yeah, Ravenclaw, long hair, you know him!"
Bloody shite Quidditch player.
He bit out, "Fuck yeah, I know him but what the heck are you doing with him?"
She matched his annoyed tone, "Er...having lunch? What's wrong with you?"
Draco bared his teeth, "Nothing, enjoy your lunch."
Hermione softened her tone and asked anxiously, "See you later?"
He replied at once, "Not tonight, I er..."
Think fast Draco...
He spat, "I have a date."
Well done you fucking moron.
Her voice angry, "A what?"
Draco cooly replied with authority, "A date Granger, with a woman."
She sneered, "I'm aware it's with a fucking woman unless you've changed your preferences overnight."
Terry awkwardly took a mouthful of pork and purposely stared the other way.
Draco wished he had not resorted to such a messed up lie, "Guess, I'll see you tomorrow at the Healer's appointment."
Spit flew off her lips, "Fine."
She pressed the button on her phone to cut the call aggressively.
Dumb…stupid…motherfuck…
She attacked the noodles with her fork.
The bloody nerve of him.
How dare he date?
An uncomfortable coldness gripped her heart.
She reeled back, whoa, where the blooming heck did that come from?
Terry eyed her, he itched to ask about her relationship with Malfoy but thought it was out of place and besides, she looked homicidal.
After lunch, Hermione walked back to her office and came face to face with Kingsley and the other lot.
Oh, Mercy.
Kingsley winked and grinned, "Granger."
She turned beet red and tried to get past unnoticed.
Susan mocked, "Getting a bit pudgy, aren't we?"
Hermione turned on her heel and looked at Susan with every ounce of disgust she could muster, "Excuse me?"
The older woman puffed out her cheeks pointedly, "You've put on weight."
I'm pregnant, you bitch, Hermione wanted to shout.
Susan mused, "Doesn't Malfoy likes his woman skinny?"
An obvious jab at his ex-girlfriend.
Hermione scoffed, "And you gather this by how well you think you know him?"
Susan leered, "Chubby isn't a good look on you, Granger."
Hermione cocked her head to a side and adapted a falsely sweet voice, "Bite me, Susan."
You overbearing cow!
Kingsley roared with laughter at the two women going at each other.
He pulled Susan away before wands came out and she ended up at St Mungo's.
Work dragged on and did nothing to improve her ghastly mood.
By the end of the day, she was miserable and angry.
She had even resorted to staring at her phone and glaring at the empty screen.
Deciding to blow off the last hour, she picked up her bag and flew out the door.
The two women embraced.
"Finally! I haven't seen you in bloody ages," Ginny scolded.
She touched the slightly visible bump, "Love the baby bump, you're glowing!"
Hermione muttered, "Thanks." Susan's comment about her weight stewed at the back of her mind.
She sat across Ginny at no 12 Grimmauld Place.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the conversation stirred towards the insatiable Mr Malfoy.
Dear Godrick, a date! He was just a-a bloody dating piece of shite and she would gladly wring his neck for it.
She knew her thoughts were jumbled and she was stammering in her own mind even, but she couldn't understand why.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with mischief, "So, let me get this straight."
Her lips curved into a playful smile, "You guys are having sex and you're pregnant with his kid, but you don't want to date him?"
She threw her hands in the air exasperatedly, "Mi, seriously what the fuck?"
Ginny leaned forward, "You like him."
Hermione protested weakly, "No I don't."
Ginny fixed her with a knowing look.
Hermione averted her gaze, "Its complicated."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Everything is always complicated in that moronic head of yours."
Hermione glared, "Watch it, red."
Undeterred for even a second, Ginny pressed forward, "Its actually quite simple, boy likes girl, girl likes boy. End of story."
She shook her head, "Why must you overcomplicate everything?"
Hermione made a face and muttered, "I'm not."
Her face fell, "It's just, what we have now is easy and fun and I don't want to rock the boat."
Ginny reached over and squeezed Hermione's hand, "Look honey, I understand but you can't run away from your feelings."
Settling into the lime green sofa, the fiery redhead asked, "Where is he tonight?"
Hermione pressed her lips together and mumbled, "Out on a fucking date."
Ginny widened her eyes, "And this upsets you?"
Hermione crossed her arms across her chest, "Definitely not."
Ginny started to laugh, "Shut the fuck up idiot... you're practically green with jealously."
Hermione sprang to her feet defensively, "Stop it! I am not!"
Of all that is good and holy, who the fuck was trying to break down his door?
Theo bellowed, "I'm coming!"
He threw the door open in anger and froze, "Drake? What the heck are you doing here?"
Draco stood in the cold, his hands in his pockets and shoulders slumped, "Can I chill here for a bit?"
Theo stepped aside, "Sure mate, I'm meeting Luna later."
He followed his best friend to the living area, "What's on your mind?"
Draco shrugged and plonked himself down on the leather sofa, "Nothing, can't I stop by to visit an old friend?"
Theo let out a laugh, "Yeah and Zabini is a virgin."
He punched Draco's shoulder, "Drake, cut the shit, what the fuck is going on?"
Draco cracked his knuckles, "Hermione had lunch with Terry Boot and I didn't handle it very well."
A knowing smile spread across Theo's face, "Ahh...are you falling for the Gryffindor Princess?"
Draco scoffed, "Don't be bloody ridiculous, but I want to rip Boots fucking limbs apart."
Theo slapped his leg jovially, "Murderous jealousy then...volatile and unpredictable, just like you."
Draco glared, "Fuck off, Theo!"
Theo clamped a hand on Draco's shoulder and advised, "Look, you're already sleeping with her, you guys are expecting a child together, why not take it to the next level?"
Draco laughed weakly, "We've already crossed all the fucking levels."
Theo rolled his eyes, "Don't be daft, ask her to be your bloody girlfriend, Draco."
Draco shook his head at once, "Not yet, mate, we need more time to get to know each other."
He hesitated and added, "I don't want to rush it and fuck everything up."
Theo raised a questioning brow, "You want a future with her, don't you?"
Genuine concern? That was shocking.
Draco winked, "Maybe."
Theo pretended to wipe a tear off his face, "I'm proud of you, you're growing up so fast."
Draco shoved Theo, "Seriously, piss off!"
Hermione walked around the flat, her mood foul, her stomach grumbled.
She clutched her protruding stomach, nearly 5 months pregnant and the father was out on a bloody fucking date.
He hadn't even called to check if she ate or how she was, and the bugger always called.
"Did you eat, Hermione?"
"Did you drink enough water, Hermione?"
"Can I stick my dick in you, Hermione?"
The first skirt and he forgot all about her existence.
Sure love, you do not need him! You keep telling yourself that.
What a load of codswallop.
She missed him, admit it, Granger, you miss the blonde-haired wanker.
Her inner thoughts pissed her off to no end.
"Fuck you, Draco sodding Malfoy," Hermione cried to an empty flat.
Tears bubbled to the surface and spilt over.
She glanced at the clock through the tears that stubbornly hung onto her long eyelashes, it was a little past 10 pm.
Whatever bloody date he was on, he would be back home by now.
Unless he went back to his dates place to fuck her.
Hermione narrowed her eyes and thought, the bastard.
Or they could be shagging at his flat.
What if she walked in on them?
Good, she hoped she did.
She would make flowers sprout out of his arsehole.
Pulling out her wand, Hermione put caution to the wind and disapparated with one destination in mind.
She landed on the expensive carpet and called out, "Draco!"
His surprised and husky voice came from the master bedroom, "Hermione?"
She heard faint grunts and suspicious banging.
Holy fuck! He was definitely with someone.
A sheathe of red clouded her vision.
Hermione clutched her stomach and hissed, "Pity you couldn't meet your father, sweetheart, because mummy is about to impale him."
She strode towards the room confidently yelling, "Are you alone?"
Rounding the corner, she glimpsed him lifting weights and doing squats.
The sweat, the muscles that rippled made her mouth water.
Fuck this.
Entering the room, she tossed her wand aside and whispered, "Take off your trousers, Malfoy."
He crossed the room and grinned, "Is this how we are greeting each other going forth? Because I like it."
Hermione tied her hair back and commanded "NOW!"
A haughty smirk plastered itself on his handsome face, "Patience is a virtue, love."
He stepped back and blew her a kiss, "Ask me nicely."
She closed the distance between them and poked him in the chest, "Fuck you and your bloody date."
Draco tried hard not to laugh, "Umm...okay."
He unbuckled his belt, "Hermione, what...?"
Without a further word, she snaked down his sweat-soaked body until his crotch stared at her in the face.
She yanked his trousers down and without warning took his softened cock fully in her mouth.
His hand grabbed the back of her head at once.
What the fuck?
She started to suck his dick and fondle his balls, revelling in the feeling of his cock coming to life at the probing of her insistent tongue.
The woman excelled at everything, she stroked, sucked, and deep throated him, moaning and egging him on.
His cock sprang to life.
At his full length, he was difficult to keep down, Hermione choked and pulled back slightly.
Draco closed his eyes and dipped his head, "Ah...Granger...fuck."
He felt his tip bead fluid and she eagerly tightened her lips around the now ripened head and pulled him free of every drop.
Draco fisted her hair and pulled it back while cradling her cheek and thrusting into her hot little mouth.
Fuck, would every hole she offered feel so sinfully good?
Before long, he was fucking her face hard.
He watched with perverse pleasure as his pre-cum dripped down her mouth and the slap of his balls on her chin.
Her fingers dug deep into the skin of his arse, holding him in place as she sucked him to orgasm.
"Baby..." Draco groaned hovering on the very thread of his release.
He felt like a horny fucking 17 years old trying to keep his orgasm at bay.
Her bloody tongue was everywhere.
Hermione let go with a loud slurp and Draco groaned with frustration, "What the fuck?"
Getting to her feet, she pushed him back, pulled the dress she wore over her head, discarded her cotton knickers, and climbed on top him.
She licked her lips and devoured the drops of pre-cum that stuck to her swollen lips,
He tried to prop himself up but she pushed him down forcefully.
Tenderly, Draco touched her belly, "Careful, darling."
Hermione bit her lip and rasped, "Do you want me?"
He caressed her abdomen and cupped her swollen breasts, "Every single day."
She slowly lowered herself onto him and heard him groan, she let out a satisfying moan in response.
Rocking back and forth, Hermione adjusted herself to his remarkable size and started to ride him hard and fast.
Draco watched with undying sexual desire at the witch bouncing off his cock.
The perkiness of her tits, the swollen nipples.
He felt the sweat off her back drip down over her arse and onto his balls.
His pent up frustration was almost at an end as her walls urged him on, closed around him tightly and brought him closer to that pinnacle of ultimate release.
But...
Not until she pushed herself over, he snaked his hand between her thighs, spread the dripping wet cunt lips and rubbed his thumb over the swollen mass of nerves.
"Fuck, yes...yes...keep doing that," Hermione moaned throwing her head back.
She pleaded, "Faster, Draco...please."
He loved watching her come undone, he fervently sped up his movements on her clit.
Hermione whimpered, "Oh god."
Draco sat up, held her around the waist and the second she came down hard on his cock, he exploded up into her matching the intensity of the orgasm that rippled through her body.
His breathing peaked and he laid his cheek against her sweat coated bosom.
Placing a lingering kiss to the valley between her breasts, he sucked hard leaving a reddish bruise.
It felt good to mark her, brand her as his sexually.
"Draco...oh," she whispered into his soft strands of hair.
Still in her, he tossed her over carefully and withdrew.
Moving to the side, Draco placed a kiss to her shoulder and groaned, "That was amazing...you have a talented...umm...everything."
His fingers stroked her swollen stomach, "But don't do that if it's uncomfortable."
Hermione answered breathlessly, "I'm always horny these days."
He sniggered, "Yeah, I read that happens into your fifth month."
Kissing her neck, he mumbled, "You can jump me all you want but um…can it just be me?"
She sat up and smirked, "Jealous much?"
He raised an eyebrow, "More like protective."
Hermione shrugged, "Fine, but I have a date tomorrow night."
Draco sat up in alarm and sneered, "What? Is it with Boot?"
She winked, "Sucker."
Making a disgusted face, he retorted, "That's not funny, Granger."
He played the baby card, "Who you date, dates our child too."
She spat through clenched teeth, "How was your date?"
He stretched, yawned, and lied matter-of-factly, "It was fun, felt good to get out."
Hell no! Did he just? Her anger radiated off her
Hermione narrowed her eyes and bit out, "Oh, I see…because spending all your time with me must be so boring, right?"
Draco chuckled, "There was no date, Granger."
She balled her hands into fists and beat down on his chest, "You lied to me? You no good Slytherin."
He grasped her wrists, "Calm down."
Breaking free, she asked, "Why did you lie?"
Draco looked at her guiltily, "You were out with Boot, I panicked."
Hermione threw her hands in the air, "It was lunch! Not like I took him to a dark corner and snogged him."
She held onto her head, "This is insane, we agreed this would be casual."
Bringing her head up to meet his glare, she stated, "You can go ahead and date anyone that grabs your fancy."
Draco mocked, "Is that why you came rushing over today because you don't care?"
She swallowed, "I was feeling horny."
He felt used but in the best possible way, "Oh, so you wanted my dick?"
She eyed him like a piece of meat, "That's right."
He pulled on a pair of boxers to cover his hanging cock, "Fine! If that's how you want to play it."
She huffed, "Good because I will date any guy I wish."
He bit back, "So will I."
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
Draco's eyes widened at his mistake.
He thundered, "GIRL...WOMAN...SOMEONE FROM THE OPPOSITE SEX."
Pointing out of the room, he hissed, "Go home, Hermione, you got what you came for."
She did not move an inch, "But...I..." was all she managed.
A wave of emotion grabbed hold and she started to sob inconsolably.
Her emotions were a right mess.
Fuck...
Draco pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair lovingly, "Babe, I'm sorry...ssh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout."
Her stomach growled loudly, "I'm so hungry."
He hid a laugh, "Okay, I'll make you something to eat."
She held onto him tightly.
He tried to break free but her nails dug into his bare chest, "You need to let me go, darling."
Hermione pouted, "I want chocolate."
Draco stated firmly, "No!"
She begged, "Pleaaase."
He broke free and wagged a warning finger at her, "No sweets, Granger."
Hermione scowled, "I hate you."
Draco laughed, "Pop in a movie, I'll be right back."
When he returned with a bowl of fragrant rice, tempered vegetables and pieces of roast chicken, she was bawling and blowing her nose on what he suspected were his 300 quid sheets.
He gave her the bowl and questioned, "What the hell are you watching?"
She hid a sniffle, "Bambi."
He threw her a funny look, "Isn't that a Muggle cartoon?"
Hermione clutched the cushion and cried indignantly, "His mother dies, you heartless slob."
Draco rolled his eyes, settled next to her, and fired back, "It's still a bloody cartoon and where did you find it because I know I don't own the CD."
She pointed to the TV screen, "It's on HBO Classic."
A quarter of an hour passed, and Draco felt Hermione snuggle into his side, he threw his arm over her and brought her closer to him.
After a while, he had just about enough of the so-called Disney classic, "Merlin, this shit is depressing, can we please watch something else?"
He looked down, "Granger?"
Light snores told him she was fast asleep.
At five months, she was beginning to show and before long the questions would arise about her roundness.
Gently, Draco rubbed her belly and spoke to his unborn child.
"My sweetheart, daddy loves you so much."
"I can't wait to hold you in my arms."
He bent close to the navel and whispered, "Please have mummy's brains, don't tell her I said that."
His lips grazed her skin and Hermione giggled in her sleep.
Draco moved the strands of hair out of her face and felt his heart flutter with overwhelming emotion.
Was he falling for her?
It was a definite, maybe!
He smiled to himself and carefully scooped her up.
"Draco…" Hermione mumbled groggily.
"Shh...I got you," he replied with newfound adoration.