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5 months pregnant and 11 pounds heavier. Her jeans were feeling snug around the waist.

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, her feet dangled, and she kicked them impatiently waiting for Grace to appear.

Draco walked over to the other side of the room and studied the many posters on childbirth.

Bloody hell, it looked like a quaffle was coming out of her cunt.

He involuntarily crossed his legs and whimpered.

Cocking his head, he took in the birth process and grimaced.

Granger deserved her weight in Galleons for what she would go through in under 4 months.

It looked as if it hurt like a fucking bitch.

Her amused voice made its way to his ear, "You know, they say for a man to experience the level of pain a woman endures during childbirth, you need to stretch and pull the foreskin of your cock over your head riiiight up to the chin."

He looked utterly horrified.

Draco gasped not knowing whether to grasp his precious penis or handsome face.

Hermione grinned and touched her belly, "Shall we test that little theory after I give birth?"

He swallowed hard, "I'll pass if you don't mind."

Next, he wandered over to a board plastered with pictures of various newborn babies.

Curious, he asked, "What do you suppose this is?"

Hermione glanced at her watch and wondered how much longer they would have to wait.

She was starving.

Always bloody hungry.

She had three smoked chicken sandwiches, two chocolate croissants and a banana, all before 12 pm.

Seriously, how much could one person eat?

She answered, "Hmm...oh...Grace pins pictures of babies she delivers up there."

Draco smirked, "I would bet my inheritance that our child will be the cutest."

Hermione cried indignantly, "Malfoy! All babies are cute."

He raised a brow and let out a laugh, "Not really, some are ugly as fuck. Have you seen Goyle's daughter?"

She tried hard not to laugh, instead, she shook her head, "Don't be a prat."

Draco laughed, "I'm not going to say anything, but the poor child looks just like her father."

Hermione burst out in a fit of giggles.

Cassie walked in first, caught sight of Draco, grabbed the chart firmly to her chest and blushed profusely.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh great, little miss I love Draco is here."

Draco dropped his voice and muttered, "Don't be a bitch, she appreciates me"

She made a face, "Can't imagine why."

Averting her gaze, she mumbled, "I appreciate you too."

Draco smirked, "It's not a competition"

She crossed her hands across her chest and huffed, "If it was, I would win."

He kissed her hand, "Yes you would, Granger, no doubt about that."

Turning to face the young Healer, he flashed his signature smile, "Hi Cassie!"

The girl smiled weakly and tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear.

Grace breezed in, her Healer coat billowed behind her.

Hermione shot Draco a look of disgust, laid back on the bed and lifted her t-shirt

Grace pushed the glasses up her nose and smiled, "You're coming along very well, Hermione."

She wheeled away from the bed, put aside her wand and asked the unlikely couple, "So, do we want to know the sex of the little bundle?"

Hermione perked up, "Yes."

Draco shot out firmly, "No."

They answered together and locked curious eyes.

Grace smiled, "It's your first, let it be a surprise."

Draco grinned, "It will be easier with the next child."

Hermione shot straight up and shrieked, "NEXT ONE?"

Grace advised sternly, "Miss Granger, please behave yourself."

Cassie hovered in the background and stifled a laugh.

Without paying heed to Grace's warning word, Hermione cried, "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

Draco winced at the tone of her voice, but disappointment entered his heart, "Slip of the tongue, Granger."

He threw her an annoyed look, "But good to know I repulse you so much."

She tried to rectify her idiotic reaction, "Don't be stupid, you do not repulse me."

He moved his hand away from her person and muttered, "Yeah, whatever."

They maintained a strained silence.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak but closed it again miserably.

Fuck, she was an idiot! She had dented his ego and embarrassed him in front of strangers.

The got to this flat, he purposely strode away from her and entered the massive ensuite.

She heard the shower come to life and Hermione scratched her head deep in thought.

Draco bent his head to the overhead shower and felt the cool water run over his hair and down his back.

He felt a presence and small hands go around his broad chest.

A lazy smile lifted the corner of his lips, "Granger, if this is some form of pathetic apology for what happened at the Healer…."

He turned around and bent his head to take a rosy nipple in his mouth, "It's working."

Hermione threw her head back and moaned, "Ah...I want you, Malfoy."

His words were muffled against the softness of her skin, "You have me to fuck when you please."

She brought his head up and stared into the grey swirls that defined him, "You couldn't repulse me even if you tried."

Her lips brushed against his, "Please, Draco...just..."

He moved her away from the spray of water and gently pushed her up against the glass door, "Yes?"

His lips at her wet throat, he rasped, "Hermione, I doubt with your size shower sex will be comfortable."

She stepped back and narrowed her eyes, "Are you calling me fat?"

Draco widened his eyes, "Salazar, no!"

Fix it, mate...fucking fix it fast.

He whispered double-quick, "I want to spread you out and devour your pussy."

A playful grin split her face in half.

Draco sighed with relief, it was like defusing a time bomb.

Since of late, he had to thread around her carefully.

Her fingertips moved across his bare chest, "No..."

He protested weakly, "I don't want to hurt you, love."

Hermione stepped into the water and pulled him close.

The water washed over them as she brought his head down and kissed him passionately.

The dawn of a new day was upon them, they had been asleep for less than an hour.

Soiled bed sheets littered the area around them, and Draco covered their twisted bodies with a thick duvet he conjured out of thin air.

Certain luxuries he had at his flat, Granger did not have at hers.

After their tryst in the shower, she had stubbornly insisted on returning to her flat and despite his pleas, she dragged him along with her.

The phone rang and then buzzed relentlessly.

Hermione groaned, turned over, covered her head with a pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

It wasn't her phone after all.

Groggy with sleepiness, she shook Draco awake, "Please answer the bloody phone and ask whoever it is to piss off."

He hugged the pillow tightly and grumbled, "Hmm…what?"

Feeling around the nightstand with his eyes still closed, he pushed the button, kept the phone to his ear and growled, "What?"

A deep silky voice, much like his own, came through, "Have you seen The Prophet?"

Shit!

Draco sat up straight, "No, father."

I had sex till the rays of sunshine bounced off my arse and I am still recovering from it.

Granger could be a feisty little witch and he had the bite marks to prove it.

She bit his bottom in the middle of the night while they 69ed.

That was a first, even for him.

He was on top and his dick and arse hovered over her face as he bent his head between her smooth thighs and explored her wetness.

The sharpness of her teeth digging in sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

His tongue had been buried so deep inside her cunt, his surprised groan had been muffled.

Without an ounce of regret, she stroked his cock and proceeded to suck him off.

Her taste, he had never in his life tasted a pussy that equalled hers.

Mmm...she always tasted sweet and rosy.

Dammit, the Gryffindor witch was a bloody good fuck.

Draco heard Lucius through a daze.

His father's voice stern cut through his sordid thoughts, "You best look at it and come over, there will be no need to alarm Miss Granger."

Lucius pressed seriously, "In her state, she must remain as calm as possible."

Draco replied at once, "Yes father."

He cut the call, kept the phone on the kitchen counter and flipped the paper open.

Not only had they made the front page but a large picture of them took up half the page.

MALFOY AND GRANGER HOLDING HANDS AT ST MUNGO'S

Ex Death Eater and Golden girl looking cosy and comfortable.

Miss Granger seems to be sporting a rounded belly.

Pregnancy or holiday weight?

Is a Malfoy heir on the way?

Sources reveal the couple are expecting their first child.

A child out of wedlock! How scandalous!

Me, myself, and I, would love to know.

More details on page 3.

Draco groaned, threw the paper away and thought angrily, Skeeter! Evil sodding bitch.

Bloody paparazzi parasites were everywhere.

He took a quick shower, pulled on a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt, glanced at the sleeping naked form of Hermione and disapparated to Malfoy Manor.

Time for damage control before the situation got well out of hand.

Lucius sipped his tea, "I will take care of this."

Draco took the piece of buttered toast Narcissa offered and retorted solemnly, "Thank you."

He bit into it savagely.

Narcissa kept the cup to her lips and said, "It would be best to show a united front and run an approved story announcing the pregnancy."

Lucius voiced his approval, "We will say we accept Miss Granger to the family despite there being no wedding."

He raised an eyebrow and questioned, "Are you sure she won't consent to marriage?"

Draco massaged the bridge of his nose exasperatedly, "Father, it's not just her, I don't want to rush into marriage and have it fail."

He hung his head and muttered, "Our child will suffer."

Lucius held a hint of a smile, "I understand."

Bringing his head up, he regarded his parents seriously, "Besides, I will never force Hermione to do anything she is not comfortable with."

Narcissa reached over and squeezed his hand, "I am so proud of you, Draco."

He smiled at his mother weakly and continued to wolf down pancakes and bacon strips.

His body needed the bloody nourishment.

Draco returned to find Hermione slumped over a soggy bowl of cornflakes.

He cocked his head to the side and took in her defeated form, "Hermione?"

She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and tried to hide a sniffle, "Yeah?"

His heart melted at the sight of the woman before him, "Baby, what's the matter?"

She threw the crumpled Daily Prophet newspaper at him.

Draco caught it expertly and stated firmly, "I'm taking care of it."

Hermione choked back a sob, "I look hideous."

She hissed, "They called me fat!"

He stifled a laugh best he could, "That's what you're concerned about?"

She snatched the paper out of his hands and twisted it at angles, "Does my hair look that bad? Merlin, look at my figure?"

Turning on him, Hermione snarled, "You did this!"

Draco took a step back and fell into one the many colourful bean bags that were scattered around the living room, his long legs stretched out awkwardly, "Hermione, we need to officially announce the pregnancy."

He spoke rapidly, "Show the wizarding world that we embrace it and have our parents' consent and support."

She stopped mid stalk, pulled her hair into a bun, and stuck her wand through it, "That's a brilliant idea."

Tapping her chin in thought, she asked, "When?"

He answered at once, "In two days."

Draco tried to get to his feet but kept losing balance and collapsing into the bean bag.

Groaning he unceremoniously rolled off the uneven ball of plastic styrofoam to the floor and shot to his feet.

Hermione pointed at him and doubled over with laughter.

He eyed the bag with loathing, "Bloody thing is a menace."

Draco cleared his throat and mumbled, "My mother umm...wants to take you shopping."

Hermione perked up and squealed excitedly, "Really?"

Relief swept over him, he was sure she would retaliate and make a fuss.

He smiled, "Yes, darling."

She clapped her hands together, "That sounds like fun."

Next day at half past 12 pm - Shopping with Narcissa Malfoy.

Hermione stood outside The Leaky Cauldron nervously.

Her thoughts went back to the conversation she had with Draco before leaving.

He waved his hand casually, "My mother is a gentle being except when trifled with."

Hermione nodded, she remembered Narcissa saving Harry, even if it was to save her son, she had certainly held her own.

Draco glanced over his shoulder and smirked, "By the way shield your thoughts, my mother is a highly skilled Occlumen."

A thin layer of sweat coated her lip, she called out after him, "Does your mother know we are sleeping together?"

Already halfway down the hall, Draco turned to look at her, shrugged his shoulders and laughed at her horrified expression.

She spotted the regal frame and attire of Narcissa Malfoy at once.

The aristocratic lady glided seamlessly through the crowd and came towards her.

Narcissa smiled warmly and took Hermione's hands in hers, "It's so good to have some girl time."

Hermione smiled and they walked down the cobbled street.

The older lady nodded at a few people she knew and whispered out of the corner of her mouth, "You know Hermione, you are good for Draco."

Hermione's eyes widened, "Really?"

Pearls of laughter filled their space, "You keep him on his toes, the boy loves a challenge."

Hermione smiled politely, "He's far more accomplished than I am."

Narcissa regarded her proudly, "I highly doubt that, you are an Auror dear, it is a job that requires the highest skill."

She went on sadly, "Astoria, was never his cup of tea, he only courted her to please us. We would have doomed him to a loveless marriage if not for your untimely entrance into his life."

Hermione played with the corner of her shirt, "Draco doesn't care about me, he loves our child."

Narcissa smiled knowingly, "You don't see the way he looks at you, glances at you when he thinks no one is looking, my son is well on his way to falling head over heels in love with you."

Hermione gasped feeling overwhelmed and unprepared.

Get a grip woman, she scolded herself. The last thing she wanted was to appear like a complete bloody moron in front of Narcissa.

Oh Merlin, was she trying to impress the older lady?

Narcissa wagged her finger, "And don't think, I haven't noticed the way you look at him. Draco has always attracted plenty of women, it's in his blood, Lucius was just as desirable but you look upon him with genuine affection."

Her tone softened, "You see past the stature, blood and money, Hermione. A mother can only dream her son be loved by such a woman."

Hermione felt the tears and she struggled to find the right words, "I...er..."

Great, she had just blubbered in front of her future mother in law.

No! Not mother in law, Draco's mother. Oh god, what the hell was wrong with her?

Unconsciously, she cradled her baby bump and tried to compose herself.

Narcisse took her hand, "Let us shop, gossip and eat some of this...unhealthy…what is it you kids call it? Junk food."

Hermione let out a small laugh.

They found the perfect dress and when she reached into her purse to pay, Narcissa stopped her, "My dear, I would not dream of having you pay for these."

She waved her hand with authority and the attendant bowed low.

Her eyes sparkled, "The boys are expecting us for dinner, would you like to change into the red dress we bought?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically, "Yes please."

Narcissa led her to a lavishly decorated room, "Draco might be Slytherin but red is secretly his favourite colour."

Hermione looked around the elegant room and took the red dress out of the bag.

The dress fell over her in delicate folds of raw silk.

It hugged her changing figure generously flattering the ripened breasts and swollen abdomen.

Feeling pretty, Hermione twirled and smiled to herself.

She emerged fully dressed and Narcissa gushed, "Oh my dear, you look breathtaking."

Hermione felt her cheeks redden but holding her head high she entered the foyer behind Narcissa.

Draco sipped his drink and spoke business with Lucius.

They turned their way and he froze.

Time came to a standstill as the ravishing beauty floated towards him.

She grinned, "I look good, right?"

He widened his eyes, "You look beautiful."

She asked curiously, "Is red really your favourite colour?"

He smiled down at her, "My mother's been gossiping."

Hermione adjusted Draco's tie, "You look dashing."

Narcissa nudged Lucius, he smiled at his wife, took her hand and left the enthralled couple alone.

Draco forgot where he was, lost to the moment, he cupped Hermione's face and kissed her full lips.

He whispered, "I can't wait to take you home."

She felt a violent jolt in the pit of her stomach.

Grazing her earlobe, he rasped, "I'm going to do things to you that will make you beg for me."

Hermione smirked, "Patience, Mr Malfoy."

He tried to turn her around, "Does this dress come off easily?"

She slapped his hands away, "Don't you fucking dare."

He mused, "I could show you my old room"

Hermione looked around to make sure they were alone, leaned against his chest and cupped his cock over the material.

Seductively she whispered, "I will decide who begs, Malfoy, and something tells me, it's going to be you tonight."

He pressed his semi-hard dick into the palm of her hand, "Tease."

Dinner was a pleasant affair, never in her wildest dreams did she expect the Malfoys to have any form of wit but here they were laughing to a joke Lucius told.

The whole day taught her a great many things.

Number 1 – Never judge a book by its fucking cover. Despite their regal upbringing, the elder Malfoys were able to come down off their pedestal and have some good common fun. She fondly recalled how Narcissa devoured street food on their shopping trip through Diagon Alley and then Muggle London.

Number 2 – A leopard or in this case, a Malfoy can change its spots. Lucius treated her with respect and genuine caring.

Hermione could not ponder on her thoughts because Draco was on her the second their apparated feet touched the hardwood floors of his flat.

His lips ran the length of her neck while pushing the straps of her dress off her petite shoulders.

Her voice breathless and husky, "Draco..."

He backed her into the room, kissing her passionately and heatedly.

She felt her knickers dampen with his insistent probing.

Her new dress fell to the floor, she managed to unbutton his shirt and push it off his broad shoulders.

His trousers came off next, he gently laid her down and touched her body reverently.

"Perfection..."

He wasted no time, he lined his throbbing cock with her soaked entrance and pushed in.

She felt him enter, unbearably slow.

The ribbed popping nerves of his cock teased the insides of her passage.

His hand went around her thigh, holding her in place as his hardened cock slipped further into the tightness.

Inch by inch he relentlessly lowered himself until her pussy muscles gripped him and their bodies fused together.

Hermione let out a loud moan, "Everything."

She surrendered to his will.

He took every touch, every push deliciously slow and by the end, she was crying out his name and begging him to fuck her harder.

The arrogant prick was right.

Their lovemaking closed in on nearly an hour, he brought her to orgasm twice and impossibly a third made its leisurely climb up her thighs.

Never in her life had she climaxed this much.

Multiple fucking orgasms baby, she could not wait to tell Ginny.

She marvelled at his tenacity.

Their sweat-soaked bodies clung onto each other not wanting to let go.

Burying himself fully within, his balls screamed for release, he had held back for as long as his exhausted body allowed.

Draco trembled and emptied his hot thick seed into her impregnated belly.

He toppled off her and fell face first into the silky-smooth bedding.

Breathless but smug, he said, "I hate to say it, but I told you so, Granger."

She threw her leg over his stomach and hissed, "Shut the fuck up Malfoy, don't ruin the bloody moment."

Her body exhausted, she muttered, "My God, I can't feel my legs."

Draco laughed, stroked her smooth skin and asked, "How many times? I felt the first two."

Too tired to speak, Hermione held up three fingers.

Immensely pleased with himself, he retorted with renewed smugness, "Damn, I'm good."

She smiled and kissed his neck, "You egotistical prat."

Worn-out but satisfied they exchanged a loving kiss and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Exclusive interview with Rita Skeeter - The Daily Prophet.

Draco took her hand in his, "Are you ready for this?"

Hermione nodded confidently, "Hell yeah, I am."

Skeeter came through the doors, dressed in a gaudy bright purple dress, her dirty blonde hair styled in a god-awful bun and long talons painted in bright blue.

She looked utterly hideous, to say the least.

Pulling a chair close to them, Skeeter flashed a crooked smile at Draco, and he fixed her with a look of pure disgust.

He voiced his thoughts, "Let's get down to it, shall we?"

Rita smiled again displaying yellowing teeth, "Of course."

Her acid green quick quotes quill hovered close to her head, poised ready to take notes.

She leaned forward, giving them an ample view of her bosom, "Is it true? Are you pregnant with the next Malfoy Heir?"

Hermione raised her head proudly, "Yes, I am."

The quill screeched across the parchment.

Rita asked maliciously, "Why are you two not getting married? Is it because you're a Muggleborn?"

Draco answered through clenched teeth, "We believe marriage is a sacred union that is not to be trifled with. When Miss Granger and I reach that point in time, nothing would make me happier than to make her my wife."

Hermione took hold of his hand and gazed into his face affectionately.

He winked devilishly.

Gods, he was handsome.

Skeeter eyed the display and asked Hermione, "Do you agree with dear Mr Malfoy?"

Hermione did not skip a bloody beat, "I agree with every single word."

Leaning against the chair, Rita grinned, "You two look smitten already."

Draco let go of Hermione's hand and they shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

The tenacious reported looked at her notes, "Your parents have a history, Draco, how did they take this bit of news?"

He flashed a genuine smile, "They have been supportive from the start."

Turning to Hermione, Rita asked her the same question, "What about your parents?"

Hermione smiled happily, "They have been wonderful."

Rita grinned and addressed Draco, "Does well for your parents' reputation to accept a Muggleborn witch into the family."

Before he could reply, she pressed, "Is this a publicity stunt to garner the goodwill of the wizarding community?"

Hermione glared sternly, "Watch what comes out of your mouth. Speak your next words carefully."

Draco got to his feet and offered Hermione his hand, "I think you've covered all that needs to be."

He glanced over his shoulder and threatened, "Rita, if we weren't clear before, print anything unfavourable about us again and you will find yourself out on your arse without a penny to your name."

Skeeter gasped and swallowed hard.

His arms went around Hermione and he muttered in her ear, "You are incredibly sexy when you get pissed off."

She clutched her protruding stomach protectively, "I don't believe what she implied, the fucking cow."

Draco took her arm, "Come on, I know you're hungry, I can hear your stomach demanding food."

Hermione laughed sweetly and let herself be led down the street.

The front page carried a beautiful picture of them cradling the baby bump and gazing at each other meaningfully.

It looked so real, Hermione stared at it unblinkingly.

They made a striking couple.

She gushed, "Oh, this is such a flattering angle."

Mentally she made a note to treat Narcissa to lunch, "Your mother has great taste! The green dress looks amazing on me."

He glanced over her shoulder at the paper spread across the table, "I look quite handsome if I do say so myself."

Hermione rolled her eyes but kept her mouth shut.

She sighed, "Now we brace ourselves for the flood of well-wishers, backstabbers and general unpleasantness from people who do not give a fuck about us."

He pulled her towards him, "Well put."