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6 months pregnant, 13 pounds heavier, and fighting the overwhelming need to take a piss every 30 minutes.
Draco walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of butterbeer.
He had been holed up inside the office he kept at his flat since morning.
Business was at an all-time high and he meticulously went through each and every project detail.
His father had retired two years after the war and graciously handed him the reigns of heading the company.
He proved himself adept at running the multinational corporation and profit soared through the roof.
Hermione beamed, walked around the living room munching on what he could only deduce was a roast beef sandwich and giggled into the phone.
She was visibly pregnant now and he liked nothing better than to talk to their unborn baby before falling asleep.
Well, at least on the nights they spent together.
He recalled a hilarious incident where he had spoken to what he thought was her stomach, but Hermione laughed aloud and informed him that he was having a full-fledged conversation with her vagina.
That escalated to other things but that was for him to reminisce later.
Draco raised a suspicious brow, "Who are you talking to?"
She covered the mouthpiece and whispered, "Blaise."
He choked on his drink.
What the flying fuck?
Draco paced anxiously waiting for her to hang up the phone with his bloody best friend.
He downed the beer in one go.
Hermione giggled some more, and Draco shot her a look of disapproval.
She hung up and shook her head while smiling to herself, "He is so funny."
Draco felt hot anger seeping through his pores, "Yeah, he's fucking hilarious."
Hermione raised a questioning brow at his sarcastic tone and made to move past when he grasped her wrist.
She gasped, even his slightest touch caused a powerful sexual awakening.
He clenched his teeth, "Not so fast."
Letting go, he leaned against the counter and asked curiously, "Since when does Blaise call you?"
Draco tried to keep the jealously out of his voice, but it kept mixing with his words.
Pull yourself together, Malfoy.
Forcing a false smile, he pressed, "And since when are you two so chummy?"
Hermione shrugged, "I don't know, since we played poker, I guess."
She grinned, "He sent me Muggle fast food from McDonald's to work the other day."
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she sighed, "The greasy fries were to die for."
Draco sneered, "Oh, did he? How bloody thoughtful of him."
How dare the fucker send her artery-clogging fat-soaked food.
The bastard.
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip nervously and asked, "Umm...Draco, do you not like me talking to Blaise?"
Act cool, Malfoy…keep it together.
His voice turned shrill and squeaky, "What? Oh no no...its fine."
The devil on his shoulder screamed, "I fucking hate it."
Not completely convinced, she eyed him suspiciously, "Er…okay, if you say so."
Blaise you moron.
What the fuck are you playing at?
Hermione placed a beautifully wrapped large present on the table.
Draco glanced at the package and asked, "Do you think it's wise to attend this birthday party?"
She cried in outrage, "James is my Godson."
He nodded at once trying to appease her, "True but Weasley is your ex-fiancé."
Hermione shrugged, "Ginny says he won't be there, he's away at Quidditch training."
Draco laughed, "They fucking need it, the Cannons are trailing at the bottom of the League."
Hermione rolled her eyes, bloody stupid Quidditch.
He pressed importantly, "Still his family will be there and umm...won't they get a bit annoyed if you show up with me?"
She bared her teeth, "Fine, then you stay back."
He plopped down on the sofa and stretched, "Brilliant, bring me back a piece of cake."
Hermione threw her hands in the air incredulously, "DRACO!"
He jumped at the tone of voice.
Firmly he stated, "Fine woman, but if his brothers surround me and kick my arse, I'm holding you responsible."
Harry opened the door dressed as a clown and Draco doubled over with laughter, "You've never looked better, Potter."
The Chosen one gave Hermione a quick hug and frowned in the direction of the man laughing at him, "Fuck off, Malfoy."
The place was in utter chaos.
Children ran around all hyped up on sugar and cake, throwing toys and stuffing their face with more food.
Draco swallowed and stepped over fallen children, "Merlin, it's like a fucking madhouse."
Hermione pinched his arm, "Language."
A gentle voice called out, "Aunty Mione."
A striking boy of no more than 12 years bounced up to them and put his arms around Hermione.
Draco stared at him, that stance, those features, the boy had his family blood.
Hermione hugged the child and turned him to face Draco, "This is Teddy Lupin."
He smiled warmly and took Teddy's hand in a firm shake, "Good to meet you, mate."
Bending close to Teddy's ear, Hermione whispered proudly, "Show him what you can do."
Closing his eyes, the small boy concentrated hard and turned his hair colour into bright purple.
Draco's eyes widened in shock and admiration, "Whoa, that is a cool gift."
He took an immediate liking to the smart well-mannered boy who was his nephew by blood.
Leaving them to chat, Hermione followed Ginny over to a bunch of elegantly dressed women.
Hannah Abbot, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Susan Bones and Tracey Davis held glasses of wine while gossiping and keeping a watchful eye over their children.
They squealed with excitement as Hermione came near.
"Congratulations, darling."
"You look breathtaking."
"Lovely."
Draco came up from behind with a large glass of orange juice and assorted pastries.
"Hi Malfoy!" the ladies greeted him together in a sing-song high pitch voice that carried.
He pushed the small plate of food towards Hermione.
Running his long fingers through his hair, he flashed his flawless smile at the captivated women, "Ladies, always good to see you."
Turning to Hermione, he instructed firmly, "Drink the juice, the pastries are chicken and no sweets."
The women simpered and awed at his display of genuine concern and adoration.
He nodded curtly and turned on his heel to grab himself a drink.
The women watched him walk away with interest.
Cocking their heads to the side, they took in his rounded firm arse through the black trousers and whimpered.
"You lucky witch, you!"
"Sexy as hell."
"Mama likes everything about him."
"Look at those arms."
"He's so fit."
Hermione tittered, "That he is, he feels like creamery butter under my fingers."
The women exchanged a look and broke out in laughter.
Parvati winked, "You naughty minx, he looks positively delicious."
Lavender tossed back her drink, "Is he single then or are you guys..."
Hermione took the straw between her teeth and glared menacingly, "Don't you fucking dare."
Lavender giggled, "Don't get your knickers in a knot, Granger."
Darkness spread across Hermione's face, "Go anywhere near him, Brown, and you'll live to fucking regret it."
Lavender backed off double-quick.
Charlie yelled over the noise, "Look what the cat dragged in! As I live and breathe, a Malfoy has graced us with his presence."
Fuck! He was about to get his arse handed to him by the Weasley boys.
Draco stood his ground, put his hand inside his pocket and felt the handle of his wand.
He spoke slowly but confidently, "I'm not looking for trouble, mate."
George patted Draco hard on the back, "You have some balls showing up here."
Draco fixed him with a frosty glare, "I'm here for Hermione."
George laughed goodheartedly, "Chill mate, we could thrash you if we wish, but we wouldn't want your child to grow up without a father."
He looked around and whispered, "Besides, Ginny threatened to hex us if we did."
Bill pushed his younger brother to the side and offered Draco a firewhiskey.
Grateful for being treated kindly, Draco twisted the cap off, clinked his bottle against theirs and said, "Cheers."
Charlie looked over to where Hermione was staring at them wide-eyed and anxious, he winked playfully and she mouthed, "Thank you."
A sweet motherly voice interrupted her thoughts, "Hermione, dear, you look wonderful."
Hermione stuttered, "Molly...err…umm."
Molly smiled brightly and gathered Hermione in a bone-crushing hug, "Hush now, we need not discuss the past, heaven knows my Ron is not an easy man to be with."
Ginny mused, "Besides, Malfoy is so much better on the eyes."
Hermione cried indignantly, "GINNY."
The fiery redhead mocked, "Oh yeah? Tell me I'm wrong."
She met her mother's stern glare and retorted, "I speak the truth and we all know it."
Molly smiled warmly, "Yes darling, but young Mr Malfoy has eyes only for the mother of his child, so best you tell the other young ladies staring at him, that they stand no chance."
Hermione looked around wildly. What? Who would dare hit on him?
If it was Lavender, Merlin help her, she would mangle the little wretch.
She took a deep breath and reminded herself that they were not in a relationship.
Malfoy is not your boyfriend Hermione, he can date whoever he wants.
Fuck that, if he looked at Brown in a way that irked her, she would castrate him without remorse.
Ginny touched her arm, "He's completely taken by you, the way he follows you about like a blooming lost puppy is too cute."
She put her hand through Hermione's and mused, "I would say, Malfoy likes you, maybe even loves you."
Hermione felt her heart flutter and beat fast, "He cares deeply for his child, I'm just the oven carrying the bun."
Ginny frowned at the analogy, "You are such a bloody idiot when it comes to matters of the heart."
Harry scratched his body over the suit and dragged his feet.
Desperately he pleaded, "Sweetheart, can I please take this off now?"
Hermione hid a laugh, "Oh, you did this to him?"
Ginny cried indignantly, "What? Children love a clown."
Harry frowned and wiped his sweat-soaked face, "Well, I'm done. It's bloody hot in here."
Hermione watched Ginny help Harry out of the clown suit through a daze.
Lost in her own thoughts, she was forced to admit that there was some truth to what Ginny said.
For the entire duration of the party, Draco had been at her disposal, fetching her food and asking about her wellbeing.
She swallowed the lump that formed and caught him staring at her curiously.
Hermione blushed and quickly turned away.
Draco raised a quizzical brow and went back to chatting animatedly with Teddy.
Clearing her throat, Hermione inquired curiously, "How is Ron?"
Ginny rolled her eyes, "He talks about you all the bloody time."
Hermione flinched.
Ginny smirked, "He did go on a date though."
Hermione widened her eyes, "Oh...how did that go?"
Ginny giggled, "He got piss drunk, screamed at the waiter and couldn't er...get it up, at least from what I heard him tell Harry."
Hermione snorted, "He never could hold down his liquor."
Exhausted by the day's activities, Hermione took off her scarf and tossed it on the bed, "Did you have fun?"
Draco unbuttoned his shirt, "Yeah, I did...Potter and the Weasley lot are not as insufferable as I remember and Teddy…."
Hermione clutched her stomach, doubled over, and cried out in pain.
"Granger!" Draco jumped over the small table and came to her aid.
He moved the hair out of her face and searched her face, worry and concern etched into his features, "What's wrong? Are you okay? Baby, please talk to me."
Without a moment's hesitation, he scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and laid her down carefully on the bed.
Hermione tenderly stroked his pale face, "I'm fine, Draco...calm down, I'm fine."
She clutched her stomach and took deep breaths, "It's a false contraction, Grace warned us about them, remember?"
Draco rubbed her swollen belly soothingly and awkwardly got to his feet at once, "Well yeah, good."
It hit him hard that he had not given a second thought to their child, he had been focused on her and only her.
The events that followed shook the very foundation of their relationship and it terrified him to the core.
He swallowed hard and asked, "I...err...do you have any alcohol?"
Hermione nodded, "Top left cupboard in the kitchen."
Draco nodded solemnly and took off.
She stared after him in stunned silence, the way he rushed to her side, the look of fear on his face.
The way his piercing grey eyes searched over her body for the cause of pain.
A shiver went down her spine, she got off the bed and found him emptying the bottle of vodka.
Hermione turned him around gently, slipped her fingers into his hair, brought his head down and moulded his lips with hers.
Draco responded fervently, holding onto her, and deepening the embrace.
It was a tender, loving kiss between two people who had come a long way.
He struggled to find the right words, "Hermione...I…"
She placed a finger to his lips, "Ssh...I know."
He kissed the tip and hugged her tightly.
Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he promised, "I will never let anything happen to you."
Two weeks later.
They stopped outside a baby shop and peered in through the window at the many cribs and soft toys.
Draco frowned, "Muggles have this baby thing down, we can get everything we need in London."
Hermione grabbed hold of his wrist and dragged him towards the store entrance, "Come on, let's just check this place out at least."
Unable to deny her anything, he let himself be led, "Fine."
A loud maniacal snarl made their heads turn, "MALFOY! YOU BASTARD."
They turned to face a deranged charging red-headed man.
Draco shook his head in exhaustion, "Oh hell! This will not end well."
Hermione squealed and moved closer to him, "Shit! I thought he was away."
Unable to hold the laughter that bubbled in his chest, Draco let out a loud laugh and retorted, "Well, he must have come back because the Cannons lost yesterday, again."
He moved Hermione clear out of the way and gave his full attention to the raging bull closing in on them.
Draco smiled with false politeness and greeted, "Weasley."
Ron tried to grab him by the collar but Draco moved back seamlessly.
The maddened redhead yelled in his face, sending particles of spit flying in all directions, "YOU FUCKED MY FIANCE!"
Hermione felt her cheeks redden, she looked at the gathering crowd around them in alarm and cried, "RONALD!"
Draco regarded the clearly disturbed man and sneered, "Eloquently put, but truth be told I'm still fucking her."
He leaned in and whispered confidently, "And I'm not about to stop, mate."
Ron's ears turned flaming red, he threw clumsy punches, "Motherfuuu…."
Draco dodged each attempt effortlessly and mocked, "You can do better than that."
Hermione tried to step in between them. She scolded, "Malfoy, stop goading him.
An amused smile on his face, he ducked the awkward stream of blows and swung, his fist connected hard with Ron's nose.
They heard the grotesque sound of bones breaking.
Ron fell to the ground holding his nose, blood dripped through his fingers and ran down his hand, staining the shirt he wore.
Draco rubbed his bruised knuckles and muttered, "Oh fuck."
Hermione knelt at Ron's side and gasped, "Sweety, are you okay?"
He groaned and rolled around the pavement soaked in his own blood.
Draco glared a hole at the back of her head and said sarcastically, "I'm fine by the way."
She looked up at him and frowned, "What the hell?"
He widened his eyes in shock, "What was I supposed to do? Let him hit me because we sleep together?"
Her tone softened, "Er...no..but did you have to hit him so hard."
He rubbed his knuckles again, "Damn right I did. Let some air into that puny brain of his."
Her gaze shifted to his bloodied fingers.
He caught her looking and quickly slipped on his gloves.
Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered a quick spell.
The bleeding stopped and Ron's broken nose mended at once.
She peered into his face, "Ron, can you hear me?"
Still lying on the hard pavement, his eyes flew open and he mumbled, "What the fuck happened?"
His fingers went to the bridge of his nose and he touched the area gingerly, "I got hit by a curse, didn't I?"
Draco laughed openly, "No you big ape, I punched you out."
Hermione grabbed hold of Ron's arm, "Can you please get up, darling."
But he stayed firmly plastered to the dusty pavement.
Wizards and witches stopped to gawk at them.
Hermione urgently hissed, "Draco, help him up."
He backed away in disgust, "No fucking way!"
She cried, "Draco!"
He rolled his eyes and conceded defeat, "Fine! Up you get, you big blubbering man child."
They dragged Ron's limp form to the closest pub.
After they settled into one of the booths at the back of The Leaky Cauldron, Hermione ordered a round of drinks.
She spoke to her ex-fiancé softly and kindly, "Darling, how are you feeling?
Draco's face twisted with disgust, "Please don't make me sit here and listen to you fawn all over this blithering idiot."
She ignored the annoyed platinum blonde and pushed a tumbler full of scotch towards the gangly redhead.
Bringing her hands together, she spoke, "Look, Ron, you need to calm down."
She took a deep breath and continued, "Draco and I are having this baby together and I know that's upsetting but it is happening."
Draco interrupted rudely, "Make your bloody peace with it."
Hermione shot him a look that said, shut the fuck up.
Reaching over, she placed her small hand over Ron's, "You can't be trying to hit him whenever you see us together."
Draco snorted, "As if that would ever happen."
Ron narrowed his eyes, "You landed a lucky punch."
Draco mocked, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart."
Ron grabbed hold of his head and muttered, "This is all so weird."
His eyes pooled with unused tears.
"To see you with him...," Ron spat the words.
He took her hand and held onto it, "It breaks my heart, Hermione."
She felt her heart clench uncomfortably even Draco showed a smidge of compassion.
Just a smidge before his innate Slytherinness kicked in.
Heartlessly, he stepped up the public display of affection and brushed the hair out of Hermione's face.
She slapped his hand away and fixed him with a stern glare.
He ignored her and drained his whiskey.
Trying to take her hand from under Ron's ironclad grip, she muttered weakly, "Honestly, I'm sorry, love."
Draco got to his feet and adjusted his jacket, "Well, I'm not sorry at all, and if we don't hurry, we will be late for the Healer appointment."
She shushed him impatiently and stared into Ron's stoic face.
The man looked horrified, shocked, and unbalanced.
Draco tapped his watch impatiently, "Hermione, we need to get St Mungos."
She got to her feet reluctantly, "We have to go okay, darling?"
Hermione poked him, "Ron?"
She hissed out of the corner of her mouth, "He's not moving."
Draco took her arm and tried to lead her away.
He smirked and retorted, "He will. His ego is hidden somewhere between his undescended testicles and limp dick."
Hermione's face twisted with repulsion, "Ewww...that's revolting."
He smugly called over his shoulder, "It was good to see you, Weasley."
Ron grunted incoherently.
She glared, "Must you be a gigantic tosser?"
Draco shrugged, "Boys will be boys, Granger."
She shoved him hard, but he hardly moved, "Grow up, Malfoy."
They entered the surgical clean room of Healer Grace.
Cassie beamed, "Draco!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Err no... Granger Malfoy."
She looked around the small room in alarm, "Cassie, where is Grace?"
Cassie smiled, "She has a bout of flu, I'm filling in for her today."
Hermione made her frustration obvious, "Bloody fantastic."
Cassie pointed to the bed confidently, "If you could hop on, I can start the scan."
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and regarded the Healer in training suspiciously, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Draco hissed, "Granger, don't be rude."
He smiled reassuringly at the flustered woman, "I have complete confidence in you, Cassie."
Hermione was having none of it, "Well I don't. She looks young enough to still be at Hogwarts."
Draco gave her a small push and grudgingly she climbed onto the clean bed and laid down.
Cassie came to the side cautiously and fumbled her wand.
Hermione frowned and fixed Draco with a look that said, "I told you so."
The image came to life and the sound of a steady, strong heartbeat filled the room.
Draco dropped a kiss to Hermione's forehead, and they stared at the moving fluttering image of their unborn child.
With trembling hands, Cassie pointed to the overhead image, "Well...there's the head."
Without much thought, the young Healer dropped her voice and muttered, "Hopefully, the baby will look like Draco."
Hermione struggled to sit up.
She snarled, "Er.. excuse me? What the hell did you say?"
Cassie blushed profusely, "Hmm...oh yes Miss Granger, I meant Draco's hair."
Hermione wagged a warning finger, "Look little girl, stop hitting on my baby's father."
Draco tried to interrupt but his baby mama was on fire.
Cassie defended weakly, "Oh, I didn't mean any harm!"
Draco's stern voice cut through the tension, "Granger."
Grateful for the interruption, Cassie quickly pointed at the image, "Let's just look here shall we."
Hermione refused to let it go, she hissed, "She called me ugly."
Draco stifled a laugh, "Well technically, she called me good looking."
She narrowed her eyes and fixed him with a deep look of pure loathing, "Of course you would take her side. Why don't you just ask her out and be done with it?"
He raised an eyebrow, turned to face the nervous trainee, and asked politely, "Cassie would you like to get a cup of coffee after your shift?"
Her green eyes lit up at once, her cheeks turned red and she agreed quickly, "I would love too."
Hermione's mouth fell open, she gasped in shock and bared her teeth.
Unfuckingbelievable, the no-good Slytherin.
She turned menacing eyes on Cassie making the girl take a few steps back.
Hermione yelled, "Hello! Can you please do your fucking job?"
Embarrassed by her behaviour, Draco instructed firmly, "Hermione, apologise."
She smiled at him sweetly, "Make me."
Cassie stuttered, "No, Miss Granger is right, I'm sorry, gosh so sorry."
Draco took hold of Hermione's hand.
Big fucking mistake.
She dug her nails into his palm and tightened her grip.
He winced and cried out, "Let go of my hand woman."
She dropped his hand and smirked, "Oh, I'm sorry, darling, did I hurt you?"
He rubbed the area and shook his head disapprovingly.
Feisty little witch.
The weather was bitterly cold, and the last rays of sunshine did nothing to warm them up.
Hermione wrapped the scarf around her tightly and snuggled into its woolly warmth.
Draco pulled on his gloves, "Are you going home?"
She turned to face him, "Yes, aren't you coming?"
He looked at her sheepishly, "I promised Cassie I would take her out for coffee, remember?"
Placing petite hands on her hip, she regarded him angrily, "Are you fucking serious?"
Undeterred, he pulled the leather gloves further down, "You told me to ask her."
She came closer and hissed, "Are you a fucking moron? I was being sarcastic."
Without waiting for his reply, Hermione spun around and stalked down the crowded street.
She called loudly over her shoulder, "You're an idiot, Malfoy."
Coffee with Cassie was strained to say the least.
They sipped the bittersweet drink and maintained a hefty silence.
He looked out of the glass window and a familiar sight across the street made him smile.
What the bloody hell was he thinking, asking this woman out to coffee?
He shuddered at the thought of facing Hermione's wrath later.
To her credit, Cassie tried to engage him in conversation, but his mind was elsewhere.
He drank the scalding mug of coffee and waited patiently for her to finish.
They stood awkwardly outside the Muggle coffeehouse.
Draco rocked on the balls of his feet.
Cassie smiled, "Thank you for the coffee."
He ran his fingers through his fine hair and replied, "Oh no worries, it was my pleasure."
She stepped into his space and batted her eyelashes seductively, "Would you...umm...like to walk me home?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes from behind the large tree, "The little horny bitch."
Draco shifted his feet uncomfortably, "Oh...listen...I'm not really looking for anything right now, I need to be there for Hermione whenever she needs me. I hope you understand."
Cassie stepped back at once, "Of course, I'm sorry, this is so unprofessional of me."
She made a face, "Hermione must hate me."
Draco laughed, "I'm pretty sure she does."
Cassie went on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Goodnight."
Hermione struggled to keep her composure, she violently attacked the ice cream cone with her tongue and mumbled, "That slut."
Draco waved at Cassie until she disappeared around the corner.
A smile spread across his face, hands in pocket, Draco mused calmly, "Granger, you can come out now."
Fuck!
She moved further into the shadows.
He called out loudly, "Granger!"
Grudgingly she stepped out into the open and licked the melting ice cream cone.
She greeted him nonchalantly, "Oh hello Malfoy didn't see you there."
He pointed across the street and teased, "I could see your protruding stomach from behind the sign."
He stared her down, "Why the hell are you following me?"
He brushed a smidge of ice cream from the corner of her lip, "That too with a melting ice cream cone."
Hermione started to bawl like a baby and the half-eaten cone fell to the ground.
Big fat tears rolled down her cheeks and her mouth fell open displaying the ice cream inside for all to see.
Passersby looked at her with concern and sympathy while glaring a hole in his head.
Draco glanced around, horrified, and indignant by the looks he received.
A burly Muggle man stopped by them and asked Hermione firmly, "Is he bothering you, love?"
Hermione hiccupped, "He won't sleep with me because I'm hideous."
Draco's eyes widened, "What the bloody fuc..."
The man turned on him and cracked his knuckles, "You should be ashamed, refusing a lovely woman like her. Isn't it good enough that she is carrying your child?"
Draco opened his mouth to retort but rolled his eyes instead, he grabbed hold of Hermione's upper arm and frog marched her down the lane.
Once they were alone, he hissed, "Are you trying to humiliate me or get me beaten up?"
He smiled at her pouting face, pulled her close to his chest and apparated them away.
After settling her on the sofa, he asked sternly, "Out with it, Granger, what the bloody hell is going on?"
She got to her feet, clutched her swollen belly and yelled, "You can date. People will always want you. I mean look at you."
He straightened and flexed his muscles.
She pointed to her face and mussed hair, "And look at me."
A sob escaped her lips, "You won't even have sex with me anymore."
Hermione complained loudly, "It's been weeks."
It had been one week.
That too because it was getting uncomfortable for her to lie down in any position.
She brought her face close to his, he could faintly smell the vanilla from the ice cream she greedily devoured earlier.
Hermione poked him in the chest, "Do I disgust you?"
Draco tried hard not to laugh, "Of course not, darling, the last time we did, it was quite uncomfortable for you."
She stepped back and threw her hands in the air exasperatedly, "Terry won't even look at me."
Draco clenched his teeth, "How is that a bad thing? That fucker better stay away."
She paced around the flat, blabbering incoherently, "I'm a big, fat, useless mess."
Her eyes widened hysterically and, he took a step back in fear, "I tried to fry chocolate the other day, my brain cells are dying."
He closed the distance between him and gathered her lovingly in his arms, "Granger, you are anything but useless."
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he whispered, "Do you want to know what I see?"
She stuck her lip out and nodded miserably.
Draco cupped her face and stared into her gorgeous brown eyes, "I see the most beautiful and intelligent woman I've ever met."
She dug her fingers into the material of his shirt and pulled him close, "You're just saying that."
He kissed her swollen lips and muttered, "Oh, but I can prove it."
Scooping her clean off her feet, he carried her to the room and laid her down on the bed.
She struggled out of her clothes and he helped her take off the jeans.
Her body had changed over the months and his eyes hungrily devoured the curves and comfortable roundness.
He discarded his clothes double-quick and gently laid down next to her.
His mouth claimed hers and his teeth pulled at her bottom lip.
Moving his hand down her body, he cupped her cunt and slipped a finger in.
A tiny patch of hair adorned the outside, he parted the pussy lips further and pushed his long finger down her passage.
He felt her squirm, "That feels so good, darling."
His fingers stroked the insides, sending her over the edge and flooding her cunt with slick juices.
Despite her protests, Draco withdrew his fingers, turned her over to the other side and suckled on her exposed neck.
Her back to his chest, he growled into her ear, "I want to feel you come on my cock."
He parted her rounded arse cheeks and slipped his dick into her cunt slowly.
Hermione grabbed hold of the sheet, closed her eyes, and let out a gratifying moan.
Reaching back, she entwined her fingers in his hair and whimpered, "More…give me more."
Once he was fully in, he avoided her abdomen but carefully grabbed her across the waist and started to slowly thrust into her.
His hot breath caressed the skin of her neck, "Hermione…."
He sped up and after a week without her delectable body, Draco felt the urgent need of release spread across his body.
She was slicker than an otter's pocket, he almost lost his grip and slipped out, but he was so throbbing hard, he continued to pound her sweet tight cunt.
The sweat off her back rubbed against his chest and her moans and muffled groans were sweet music to his ears.
Hermione snaked her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit repeatedly until the rise of heat engulfed her and toppled her right off the edge, "Draco, don't stop, my love."
Her sultry tone and words took him to that blissful climax he craved.
Pulling her sweat and come soaked buttocks onto his cock, he let go and came hard within her tightness.
Hermione reached back, grasped his arse and pushed herself right into him.
He buried his face in her hair, "I will never tire of your body or you."
She closed her eyes and felt her heart swell.
They stayed entwined until their breathing returned to normal.
Draco pulled Hermione close and kissed her forehead, "Did I hurt you?"
She stroked his naked body, "Not even a little bit."
His long fingers danced over her body, "I love the way your body looks. These curves are extremely enticing."
He gently caressed her abdomen and after a few gentle strokes, Draco bolted straight up.
He placed both palms on the side of her belly and gasped, "The baby is kicking, Granger. Can you feel it?"
She smiled and wiped a joyful tear away, "Yes, it's so strong."
A feeling of pure love shot through him and he gazed into her lovely smiling face.
Draco laid back down and peppered her face with happy kisses.
Hermione giggled uncontrollably.
His hand behind his head, he stared at the ceiling and said firmly, "I'm not going date until you give birth and maybe not after either."
She rested her cheek on his chest and felt his content breathing, "You would do that?"
He stroked her hair, "For you, yes I would, besides, I'm getting tired of explaining our situation to everyone."
Draco came to the conclusion that he would do anything she asked at this point, he would stand on his head and dance the hula if it meant keeping her happy.
Her arm went around him, "I'm sorry."
He closed his eyes and took in her warmth, "For what? I'm not sorry about our situation. I rather enjoy spending time with you."
Hermione stared into his handsome face, "Really?"
Draco propped himself up and asked huskily, "Are you ready for a second round?"
She bit her lip and winked, "Very much."
He laughed and covered them with the large white sheet.