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8 months pregnant with gloriously swollen fingers and toes while harbouring a newfound fascination for baby items and sour fruits.
Draco quickened his step and glimpsed at his Montblanc watch.
Fuck he was late, another 5 mins.
Move expensive leather shoes, he demanded.
Claire ran beside him, trying her best to keep up with the bunch of men speeding through the building.
She held up a file, "You need these reports for the meeting."
With an air of importance, the haughty woman pointed to a few highlighted areas, "I have marked the areas you will have to address."
Keeping his pace, Draco peered into the file and read the first line when he felt the mobile phone vibrate deep in his pocket.
He let out a frustrated groan and let it ring.
There was simply no time.
A nagging feeling pricked the back of his mind.
What if it was an emergency?
Salazar, what if it was Hermione?
Ignoring Claire's look of disdain and the instructions that flew out of her cherry red lips, Draco put his hand in and brought out the Muggle communication device.
Her name flashed across the screen.
Shit.
Without a moment's hesitation, he held up his hand to silence Claire's incessant yammering and came to an abrupt halt.
Everyone stopped along with him and stared into his dreamy-eyed face.
Draco connected the call and spoke into the phone urgently, "Granger, babe, are you alright?"
Her panicked voice came through, "Umm...can you please come over?"
He looked at the watch and then his team, "Now?"
Her voice dripped with sarcasm, "No Draco, tomorrow. Of course, NOW!"
Annoyance got the better of him and he retorted harshly, "Must you be a bitch?"
She did not miss a beat, "Blame your child for my current sour mood."
Draco hid a laugh, "Darling, I'm rushing for a meeting, can I come by in an hour?"
Her voice turned squeaky and flustered, "Oh, you really can't."
After a second's silence, she replied with uncertainty, "It's alright, I'll manage, somehow."
He heard a scream of colourful curses, followed by heavy grunts and thuds.
Draco covered the mouthpiece and spoke to his team, "I need to leave."
Claire cried in outrage, "What? You can't be serious, Draco."
He turned to face her slowly, his eyes narrowed angrily as he regarded his assistant like a predator circling his prey.
The woman knew she stepped out of line, she took a quick step back and braced herself for the tongue lashing he was about to bestow.
Draco narrowed his eyes and hissed, "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Baring his teeth, he challenged, "Tell me again what I can and can't do, I dare you."
Only two women had that right and besides his mother, the other needed him at once.
Ignoring the petrified woman cowering behind her files, he turned to the amused older gentleman at his side, "Hermione needs me, Bernard, I trust you can handle the meeting?"
Bernard smiled confidently, "Of course son, tend to your pregnant girlfriend."
Draco grinned sheepishly, "Oh...err…she's not my girlfriend."
Bernard chuckled, "If you say so."
Draco smiled warmly, turned on his heel and sprinted down the corridor to an apparation point.
Random thoughts entered his head, what was so urgent that it could not wait an hour?
Her behaviour could be classified as erratic at best.
Just the other night, she had shaken him awake and demanded Indian food.
At 2 am, where the fuck was he going to get the shit she demanded?
He had groggily gone to the kitchen, stubbing his toe in the process, followed an easy recipe and quickly rustled up a passable butter chicken masala with bread.
His sleepiness deserted him completely at the happy sight of his witch devouring the food he prepared with such pleasure.
Did he have the right to call her his witch?
Fuck yeah, he did!
Unaware of his glances, she licked the curry off her fingers, threw him a genuine smile of gratitude and offered to feed him a piece.
After draining the third cup of coffee, he pushed himself off the counter and took the curry-soaked piece of bread she offered between his teeth, taking the time to lick the spicy curry off her fingers.
Hermione was like no other woman he met, even at 8 months pregnant, she managed to get him hot around the collar.
A warmness spread through his body and settled at the centre of his heart.
Holy fuck, he was utterly screwed.
Draco smiled at the memory. His feelings for her were raging out of control despite his futile attempts to put a leash on them and shove it somewhere deep down.
The second his feet touched the rug in her flat, he straightened and found himself alone.
Odd, he thought.
There was an eerie silence followed by a loud, "Fuck my life!"
Draco looked in the direction of the agitated voice and called out, "Granger?"
He could sense the relief in her tone, "In here! Please hurry!"
Her urgent appeal worried him; Salazar please let her be alright.
He pushed the ajar door to the bathroom open and gazed lovingly upon the woman sitting on the commode.
Sitting firmly on the plastic seat, with her cotton knickers around her ankles, rounded large belly resting on her thighs was the mother of his child.
Large teardrops pooled at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over at a moment's notice.
She brought her head up and stared at him, her lip quivering with frustration.
He asked curiously, "What's the matter darling?"
Hermione shifted uncomfortably on the seat and sighed with defeat, "I can't get up."
Draco bit his lip and swallowed the laugh that bubbled to the surface.
He did not have a bloody death wish.
Random items lay scattered around her, he raised an eyebrow.
She fired back, "I have been sitting here for nearly 45 minutes, I grabbed whatever I could to read and pass the time."
Draco mused, "Did you pee or poo? Do I need to wipe your bum?"
Hermione scrunched up her nose, "I washed, thank you very much."
He took her hand, cradled her back and lifted her clean off the seat.
Conscious of her attire, she hurriedly pulled down the baggy t-shirt she wore to cover her roundness.
Draco knelt at her feet, she stiffened as his hot breath ghosted over her exposed cunt
He pulled the knickers up her legs and secured it at its rightful place.
She rubbed her aching back and sighed.
He kissed the tip of her nose and pulled her into a tight hug.
Her arms went around him, and she took in his rich manly scent, "I'm sorry you missed the meeting."
Dropping a kiss to her mussed head, he took her hand and led her out, "Don't worry about it, I have people to do shit in my stead."
Hermione nodded, over the months, she watched him tackle the run his empire with a do not fuck with me attitude and steely self-deposition.
She glanced at the clock and groaned, "I'm so late for work."
Draco voiced his disapproval, "You're 8 months pregnant, don't you think it's time to take maternity leave?"
Her eyes widened, "Absolutely not!"
He threw his hands up in defeat, it was pointless arguing with her.
Without much thought, Draco opened the small cupboard, pulled out a comfortable pair of cotton slacks for her to wear, along with matching knickers and a bra.
He laid the clothes on the bed and asked seriously, "Will you at least keep one of the house-elves with you at times when I'm not around?"
She opened her mouth to protest and lecture him about her bloody S.P.E.W.
Draco silenced her, "Before you go off, listen to bloody reason woman, do you like sending me to the brink of a heart attack every other day?"
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip and shook her head.
He pleaded desperately, "I'm on pins and needles every time we are apart."
Massaging his temple, he pressed, "Please give me some bloody peace of mind."
Hermione opened her mouth to retaliate but Draco placed his hand over it, "I am not asking Granger, Dotty will appear whenever you require any assistance."
His hand still over her mouth, she nodded grudgingly.
The man had a bloody point, she was about as useful as a garden gnome.
Even the smallest of chores had become time consuming and irritating.
She showered and he helped her get dressed for work.
Shoes had become her nemesis.
Hermione busied herself with the simple but not so simple task of tying the luminous coloured shoelaces on her Nikes.
Draco watched with growing amusement, "You can't even put your shoes on alone."
He put caution to the wind and blurted out, "Move in with me."
Hermione laughed sarcastically, "Are you insane?"
He crossed his arms over his chest and retorted seriously, "Then I'm going to set up camp here and never leave."
She raised a quizzical brow, they literally spent every night together but without any labels to define them.
So, why did she have to move in with him?
It meant giving him a bit of control over her life and that did not sit well with her.
Draco pressed, "I can't leave you alone, at least until a few months after the baby is born."
He homed in for the kill, "Besides we set up the nursery at my flat because I have space and you do not."
Keeping aside the essentials they had bought together, he had bought many other things to decorate the room with.
His eyes searched her face, "Please darling, I worry about you."
That was a fucking understatement, he thought about her every second of the day and not always about the pregnancy.
Focus, Malfoy, thinking with your cock has landed you in enough trouble.
He took her hands and implored, "Will you at least fucking think about it?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Fine! I will move in with you for a while."
They anyways slept together, what harm could it do?
He smirked, "See? That wasn't so hard."
Despite herself, she laughed, "Cocky prat but don't go getting any bloody relationship ideas."
Draco averted his gaze, it would be a lie to say her little statement did not dent and hurt his feelings.
He pulled a fuck if I care face and retorted, "I wouldn't dream of it."
An awkward silence surrounded them.
Fuck the little devil on his shoulder.
He took her hand and kissed it, "Would it be so bad to be my girlfriend?"
Hermione felt a jolt and it was not the baby kicking.
The first thought to cross her mind was, it would be wonderful.
She gasped and coughed to hide her discomfort.
Stirring the conversation well away, Hermione looked down and hissed, "Blast these bloody shoes."
Draco laughed, bent down, and tied the laces.
Hermione sighed exasperatedly, "I feel and look like a bloody house."
He cupped her face and placed a chaste kiss to her blood-filled lips, "You would not be just any house, you would be a beautiful mansion."
A smile curved her lips, "Shut up Malfoy. You did this!"
He straightened and declared proudly, "Yes, I did, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
She giggled and punched him playfully.
With the promise of meeting up for dinner, they left the flat and went about their days work.
Grateful it was Friday, Hermione wobbled across the marbled Ministry floors, stopping to catch her breath at intervals.
She groaned, "Why the bloody heck is my office so far away?"
Finally making it in, she threw her large bag into the corner chair and reached for a file when a sharp knock made her look towards the entrance.
Harry smiled warmly, "Awe...look how big you've gotten, 8 months, yes?"
Hermione glared, "Yes and fucking uncomfortable."
Harry laughed, "Merlin, Ginny was such a bitch screaming all the time..."
He stopped mid-sentence after catching Hermione's frosty glare.
Quick to stir the conversation down a more positive path, he adjusted his tie and said, "I know you're bored out of your skull."
He had her interest, Hermione asked curiously, "What is it you want me to do, Harry, anything is better than correcting the fucking grammar on Julie's reports."
Harry had his reservations about the task but brushed them aside.
He rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "Well, we have a few new recruits, I was wondering whether you would like to show them the ropes, minor defensive spells, that sort of thing."
Hermione grabbed her wand excitedly, "Say no more."
She pulled him keenly by the sleeve, "Let's go! Eager minds await our teachings."
Harry's face twisted in a pathetic attempt of a smile.
He inwardly cursed Angus was calling in sick and leaving him with no choice but to resort to his heavily pregnant, not to mention emotional and temperamental best friend.
A bunch of smartly dressed nervous youngsters occupied a large room, talking animatedly among themselves when Harry and Hermione entered.
She wasted no time, in a loud voice she commanded, "SIT DOWN!"
Harry jumped at the voice as did everyone else.
They hurriedly took their seats and gave Hermione their undivided attention.
She walked up and down the length of the large lecture hall, "Most of you might think you have what it takes to be an Auror but looking at the bunch of you, I can safely say you do not."
Harry widened his eyes in shock at the harsh words that flew out of her mouth.
He groaned, oh Merlin, this was such a bad idea.
Hands behind her back, Hermione narrowed her eyes and proceeded to ask a string of questions that left the recruits squirming in their seats and Harry sweating profusely.
"TAKE OUT YOUR WANDS!" Hermione bellowed at once and everyone including Harry fell over themselves trying to pull out their wands.
She pointed at a petrified girl and nervous boy, "You two, get up here."
They looked to Harry, clearly unwilling to do the deranged pregnant woman's bidding.
She smiled politely, "Don't be afraid, I don't bite."
The two trainees stood on either side of the room and pointed their wands at each other.
"On my word, use spells to disarm only," Hermione instructed sternly.
The girl panicked and sent flaming rings of fire towards her opponent who had no time to use any form of counterspell.
Before Harry stepped in, Hermione drew her wand extinguished the flames and stood over the curled-up youth on the floor.
She berated without mercy, "Mr Connor, do you not have the basic ability to extinguish a simple ring of fire? Are you that incompetent or merely stupid?"
The boy took one look at her ominous figure looming over him and burst into tears.
He sobbed loud enough to alert Aurors walking outside, they poked their heads in and laughed openly at the snivelling man on the floor.
"Stop crying and get up!" Hermione cried indignantly.
Harry swooped to her side, "Oookay...I think that's enough training for today."
He looked at the group and waved his hand, "Dismissed."
Pointing to the weeping man at his feet, he calmly instructed, "Carrie, please tend to Mr Connors fragile mindset."
Hermione hissed, "You need to grow up and for fuck sake, toughen up."
Connor whimpered and moved far away from her.
Harry followed Hermione back to the room and closed the door behind him.
He cleared his throat loudly and pointedly.
Hermione shook her head, "Gods, how can we hand over the reins to a bunch of sissies?"
Harry smiled crookedly and braced himself, she was not going to take the news well, "Sweetheart, I think it is in your best interest that you take your maternity leave, effective immediately."
Hermione's mouth fell open, "WHAT? WHY?"
Harry tried to smile, "Because it is protocol."
She protested loudly, "Bullshit!"
Harry rolled his eyes and regarded her seriously, "Hermione you have made four people cry in two weeks."
She stood her ground and frowned, "That is not true, most of them deserved it."
Harry raised a questioning brow, "Gladys asked you how you were doing, and Tony asked when you were due."
Hermione huffed, "Well, those are personal questions, it's none of their bloody business."
Harry muttered under his breath, "God bless Malfoy."
He adapted an authoritative voice, "Look, this is not a request, it's a bloody order Granger, I'm your best mate but also your fucking boss."
He sliced his hand through the air, "Step a foot inside the Ministry for work and I will fire your arse."
Hands on her hip, Hermione narrowed her eyes, "You wouldn't!"
Harry matched her intensity, "I would, now go home, put your feet up and let your boyfriend spoil you rotten."
She scrunched up her nose, "He's not my boyfriend."
Harry rolled his eyes and mumbled sarcastically, "Yeah and I'm a monkey's uncle."
He closed the distance between them and hugged her, "I love you to bits and I'll miss you, but you need to take the time off for all our bloody sakes."
After missing the first meeting, Draco spent the rest of the day playing catch up.
It was one of those days where the blooming cleaner couldn't take a piss without his okay.
When Claire walked towards him with another humongous proposal, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and stopped her, "Enough, I'm knackered,"
She nodded at once knowing better than to push him.
Draco got to his feet, slipped on his black jacket and disapparated.
The darkness of his penthouse flat was welcoming, he dropped the jacket onto the sofa and strode towards the minibar with the intent on fixing himself a well-deserved scotch.
He could make out the light down the hall and narrowed his eyes suspiciously, drink in hand, he strode towards the room.
The voices that came from within stunned him and made his blood boil.
Hermione whimpered, "No Blaise, it's too hard."
Blaise groaned, "So? You love it when it's hard."
Draco heard her sultry laugh, "Okay fine, let's try again but give me some time to adjust."
A muffled satisfied groan tickled his ear.
He saw red, their writhing naked bodies danced in front of his eyes, quickly followed by Blaise's mangled lifeless body.
What the flying fuck was going on?
Was his best friend screwing the mother of his child in his damn flat?
He would kill Blaise slowly and enjoy every second of it
The unscrupulous bastard.
A deep chuckle interrupted his train of thought, "I almost had you that time."
Hermione tittered, "Let's try again, it feels so good to let go."
Blaise snickered, "I'll go easy on you."
Her tone sounded soft and alluring, "Come on, let's do it again."
Draco's mouth fell open, his lips dry, he fought the urge to punch the wall.
AGAIN? How many times had they done it already?
Fuck this!
He threw the door open violently, his head clouded with murderous jealously, "What the hell is going...?"
Xbox controllers in hand, they pointed them at the screen and played a game energetically.
Hermione groaned, "This level is so bloody hard."
Blaise paused the game and they both looked up at the positively fuming ice blonde man.
The olive-skinned man smirked, "What's up?"
Hermione waved cheerfully, "Hey!"
Draco threw them a look of deep contempt, drained the whiskey, and felt the rich amber liquid burn his throat.
Blaise eyed him curiously, "You okay there, mate?"
Draco glared, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Blaise perked up, "Mione asked me over."
Draco raised a brow, "Mione?"
Blaise looked at the heavily pregnant woman through fond eyes, "Yeah...she um... needed to chill out."
Draco rounded on Hermione and accused, "Why didn't you call me?"
She shrugged, "You were busy, besides, I felt guilty about you missing another meeting."
Hermione pointed to the other man in the room, "Blaise was free...so..."
Draco cut her short and closed the distance between them.
He brushed the coffee-coloured curls off her face and muttered, "I told you it didn't matter, you and the baby are what's most important to me."
Blaise got to his feet, "I'll be leaving then."
Draco glanced over his shoulder, "Good! Bye."
Hermione widened her eyes angrily, "Don't be rude!"
She softened her tone, "Blaise, stay for dinner."
Draco rolled his eyes not bothering in the least to hide his anger.
Blaise looked at the time and shook his head, "Would love to but I've got to meet up with my mum and latest boyfriend."
Hermione pouted with disappointment, "Oh...see you later then."
Blaise dropped a kiss to her cheek, "Of course, ma belle."
Draco sneered, "Fuck off already."
Blaise scoffed, "Is it that time of the month, mate?"
They heard his hearty laughter as he went down the hall and disappeared.
Draco turned on Hermione, crossed his arms over his chest and spat, "What was so pressing that you needed him more than me?"
She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him, "Oh for the love of Merlin."
He tried to help her up and she slapped his hand away, "He's your best friend!"
Draco narrowed his eyes, "What's going on?"
Hermione glowered, "Harry sent me home and forced maternity leave on me."
Relief engulfed him pleasantly, "Smart man."
She glared sternly, "Fuck off!
Draco loosened his tie and took in the empty boxes of Burger King, "I gather you piled your body with unhealthy junk food."
Hermione smacked her lips, "I did."
Shaking his head, he discarded his clothes, stripped down to his boxers and strode towards the kitchen.
Hermione swallowed hard.
Merlin, his body was moulded by the gods to be fucked.
Such generously defined lines, taut stomach muscles, strong arms and sculptured legs.
The fluidity her throat yielded deserted her and her lips lost the little bit of moisture they had left.
He regarded her smugly, "Granger, you're drooling."
She turned crimson, "Oh, um…no."
A knowing smirk plastered itself on his face, "You know we can't, not only could you go into labour, it's uncomfortable for you."
She bared her teeth, "Yes I know but that doesn't make me want it any less."
Cocking her head to the side, she asked him curiously, "How are you handling it?"
He winked, "I have my ways."
She pressed her lips down and hissed, "Are you fucking someone?"
Keeping his eyes on the chopping board, he continued to chop the green bell peppers, "Maybe."
Jealously danced around her heart and pulled at its strings.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "You wouldn't dare. If I cannot have sex, neither can you."
He popped a piece of pepper into his mouth and grinned, "Rather selfish, don't you think?"
She poked him in the arm, "If I have to suffer, you will too."
Why did the thought of him with someone else invoke a disturbing possessiveness within her?
She brushed it aside and blamed it on her raging unstable pregnancy hormones.
Draco laughed and set to the task of preparing his dinner.
Hermione felt her mouth salivate as he sprinkled cheese over the fresh ingredients gathered in the bowl.
Pieces of chicken, finely chopped pieces of green bell pepper, sliced pieces of carrot and a yolky egg sat pretty on top.
The enticing smell flooded her senses and she visibly swallowed.
Draco drained the penne pasta and mixed everything together.
Hermione watched mesmerized as everything became one, her tongue darted out and she licked her lips greedily.
After he sprinkled salt, he turned his back on the bowl to grab the bottle of red wine.
When he turned around, Hermione hurriedly walked away on swollen feet with the bowl clutched firmly to her chest
Draco laughed and took off after her, "Granger, come back with my dinner."
They watched a Muggle movie and shared the bowl of pasta.
Shared was not an accurate depiction, she gobbled, and he barely got a few mouthfuls.
The movie ended.
Hermione balanced the bowl on top of her belly and clutched her stomach, "Oh...he's kicking...this child is so active."
He stared at her curiously, "He?"
She nodded, "I have been dreaming about a blonde-haired little boy."
Draco kept his hands on her abdomen and felt the continuous movements of their child.
A smile split his face in half, "This child is strong."
She ran her small fingers through his fine hair, "Yes, he is."
They shared a light kiss and before long, she was clawing at him.
Breathless, they broke apart and stared at each other through lustful eyes.
He rasped, "I want you, Granger, but we can't."
Disappointed, she huffed and pouted like a child denied a chocolate smothered treat.
And he was a treat…utterly beautiful and fuckable to the core.
Draco took her hands and helped Hermione to her feet, "Shall we go to bed?"
She yawned, "Alright."
Snuggled against his warmth under the heavy duvet, Hermione asked curiously, "Draco, are you really sleeping with someone else?"
He took a deep breath, "Between being there for you and running the company, I hardly have time to wank let alone make plans with another human."
His hand stroked her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake, "I promised, I wouldn't date, besides, I have no need to."
Immensely satisfied by his answer, Hermione closed her eyes and muttered, "Good."
Draco stared into her sleeping face and kissed her forehead, "Stubborn witch."
A week later.
It was midday when Hermione walked into the nursery.
She had sublet her flat and permanently lived with the gorgeous hunk of Slytherin.
Since she was on maternity leave, Draco thought it was best to take a leave of absence from his job.
He gave strict instructions that he be consulted on only important matters.
They visited Malfoy Manor for high tea and attended the compulsory Sunday lunch at the Grangers'.
Over the weeks they had dedicated their time to set up the nursery and it was too cute for words.
A soft pastel shade of yellow adorned the walls and pieces of exquisite white furniture filled the space.
Hermione leaned against the door frame and watched Draco go over the instructions of yet another Muggle baby device he had purchased.
Their child was not born yet but owned every bit of luxury as the Crown Prince of England.
Draco threw his hands up in defeat, "Fuck this, I give up."
She giggled.
He turned to the sound of her sweet voice, "Did you have fun with Ginny?"
A shiver went down her spine and she shuddered, "Yes, we watched a horror movie."
Draco regarded her curiously, "Oh?"
Hermione nodded solemnly, "Yeah about the birthing process."
He remembered the posters and grimaced.
She stated firmly, "I have decided not to give birth. The baby will just have to live inside me."
He made a face, "Was it that bad?"
Hermione widened her eyes and sliced the air with her hand, "You have no idea."
She thought back to the time spent at her best friends.
Ginny grabbed the bottle of wine, "Pity you can't drink!"
She muttered, "You are going to need it."
They settled on the sofa and Ginny popped the video in.
It all started rather well with a loving couple much like the intro to a poorly directed porno.
But things went steadily downhill from there.
The woman cursed her husband, grabbing tufts of his hair between her fingers, and snarling in his face, "You bastard, you did this to me."
Cries of agony and pain came out of the TV and echoed around them.
Holy mother of God, what the hell was this?
Surely it was not this bad.
She looked to Ginny for some reassurance, but the redhead nodded her head and gave an exact comparison to her own delivery.
Hermione sunk into the comfort of the sofa and wondered to Merlin, why the fuck she had agreed to watch this monstrosity.
Ginny clutched the wine glass so tightly in her hand it almost cracked.
She downed glass after glass while looking at the screen through half-closed eyes
Harry walked in on them watching and placed a gentle hand on his wife's shoulder.
She turned on him, pointed to the TV and growled, "This is what you fuckers put us through."
He looked at the TV, realized what they were watching, let out a loud yelp and bolted straight out of the door.
Hermione whimpered, "Merlin, Gin! I don't want to watch anymore."
Ginny raised her hand and recited, "Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!"
Hermione fixed with a look of disgust, "Whoever wrote that never gave birth."
Ginny snorted, "Don't worry so much, you will be fine."
Hermione rolled her eyes and scowled, "Screw you, don't fucking lie to me."
Ginny shook her shoulders and cringed, "Fine! It hurts so much you will ask for death before the end."
Hermione sat up straight, her eyes widened in alarm, "What?"
Ginny fast-forwarded the video and played it at the point the baby was being placed in the mother's arms.
She pointed to the screen, "Yes, it hurts but afterwards you get to hold your child and it's the most magical feeling."
Hermione could see nothing magical whatsoever.
Draco's voice cut through her vivid flashback.
He tried to touch her, and she moved away from his long fingers, "Granger?"
She walked around the nursery running her fingers along the smooth wooden furniture.
He came from behind and hugged her across the waist and drew small soothing circles on her stomach, "Do you like the nursery?"
Hermione leaned against his chest and gushed, "I love it, darling, I never knew you were so creative."
She felt his lips graze the skin of her neck.
Draco had her room fitted with a walk-in closet and queen-sized bed even though she had not slept a night in it.
They slept limbs entwined in his massive room on his large bed where they spoke to the baby, discussed current affairs, and read books before going to sleep.
Like clockwork, he would slip off his glasses, kiss her gently on the lips, pull her firmly to his side and whisper goodnight in her ear each night.
It was a blissful existence.
She knew he missed her body from the many times his impressive morning wood dug into the curve of buttocks.
Unconsciously in his sleep, he would rub himself against the warm crack of her arse and on more than one occasion, she found herself wiggling against it feeling the tip bead fluid and stain her nightgown.
One fateful morning their horiness got the better of them.
Despite his composure and iron-clad resolve, he melted at her feet and rubbed his hardened cock along the crack of her arse while sucking the delicate skin of her neck.
A sudden temptation to fuck her in the forbidden hole grabbed his balls but he willed it to go away and massaged her gorgeously swollen breasts.
Mere minutes and her seductive dulcet little moans were all he needed to reach a satisfying orgasm.
Letting his cock slip between her thighs, he let out a deep groan and came on the creamy smooth skin.
Hermione whispered lustfully, "I miss you in me."
Draco kissed her fervently, "Soon."
He knew the answer but still dared to ask, "Did you come?"
She muttered, "No."
Disappointment washed over him but there was nothing much he could do.
He looked away and mumbled a quick, "I'm sorry."
Grace warned them that the slightest rise in levels would induce early labour.
She touched his face, "It's okay, darling."
With a heavy heart, she watched him cross the room and disappear into the ensuite.
Hermione was plagued with emotions she had never felt before but to love Draco scared her right down to her fucking core.
He had an insatiable intensity about him that pulled her further into his gravitating atmosphere.
The smouldering yearning that made her gut clench when he was close also made her weak and powerless.
Hardly anything frazzled her but her growing feelings for him petrified her to another level.
A baby changed her life plans but falling in love with a man such as Draco Malfoy would snap the very threads of her sanity.
He could break her bit by bit and that did not sit well with her.
More than anything else, Hermione relished being in control and around him that went to fucking hell.
Any minute now...
Draco pulled on a white t-shirt, blue jeans and called out cheerfully, "You will love the park. Blaise is coming and Theo is bringing Luna."
Hermione poked her head into the room, "Blaise is coming?"
He glared sternly, "Okay stop with the look. What is your bloody fascination with him?"
She shrugged, "I don't know, he's just so much fun."
And I'm not? Draco wanted to yell.
Hermione stepped into a simple cotton dress and reached for a large hat.
Draco placed sandals near her feet, and she slipped into them and took his hand.
Apparation made her violently ill and for the past few weeks, he drove them everywhere.
It was a glorious day to be at the park.
She spotted the two Slytherin men at once, they stood a foot above the Muggles and women passed by shooting them appreciative looks and suggestive glances.
Hermione yelled over the noise, "BLAISE! OVER HERE!"
Draco rolled his eyes, "For fuck sake."
Blaise laughed and walked towards them, he cupped his mouth and announced loudly, "Who let the pregnant lady out?"
He turned to Draco and slapped him hard on the back, "I swear if she wasn't carrying your kid. I would be all over her."
Draco sneered, "That's not fucking funny, Blaise."
Blaise shrugged, "Who was being funny? I'm dead serious."
Draco reached out and tried to grab hold of his best friend.
Blaise ducked and mused, "You would date me, right Granger?"
Hermione clutched her heart and fawned mockingly, "In a heartbeat."
Blaise winked at her and turned to face Draco, "Can I take her out?"
Draco balled his hands into fists and glared, "Do you have a fucking death wish?"
Blaise tutted and shook his head, "My aunt on her deathbed had more humour than you. No wonder Mione likes me better."
He offered his hand to Hermione, "Come on, babe, let's get you that ice cream cone we spoke about."
She wobbled over to Blaise and put her arm through his.
Theo appeared hand in hand with Luna, "Jealous?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Of what?"
Theo pointed at Blaise and Hermione ordering cold treats, "That..."
Luna spoke calmly, "Don't embarrass him, Theo, Draco is trying hard not to show Hermione that he is falling in love with her."
Draco stuttered, "I do not love..."
Theo interrupted him with a laugh, "Don't bother, mate, Luna, is gifted."
He leaned closer and whispered, "She can see right through you."
Hands in his pocket, Draco trailed behind and watched Luna bounce up to Hermione and hug her.
The two women embraced, and Luna squealed with delight, "It's a boy!"
They stared at the quirky mysterious woman's declaration.
She turned to Draco, "But you want a daughter."
Everyone fixed him a surprised look.
It was no secret that the preferred choice for the Malfoy heir was a boy.
Hermione studied him trying to read his reaction.
Draco kicked a stone, "I umm...it really doesn't matter, I want a healthy child."
He leaned close to Theo, "Is she a fucking seer?"
Theo laughed and plonked himself down on the grass, "I doubt it, Luna is observant and weirdly wonderful."
Draco smiled, sat down next to him, and watched Hermione lick the chocolate ice cream and chat animatedly with Blaise and Luna.
Theo nudged him, "Have you given a relationship any thought?"
He looked downcast, "I don't want to rush it."
Bullshit! It was all he thought about.
Theo rolled his eyes, "Yeah because once you have a kid with a woman, that's the time to slow down."
The wind blew lightly sending Hermione's hair flying across her face.
Draco picked at a tall strand of grass and stared at her lovely happy face.
His heart skipped a beat. It fluttered painfully against his ribcage.
Maybe Theo was right...
Hermione brushed the hair out of her face and locked eyes with him over the growing crowd of Muggles.
Chocolate brown orbs stared into stormy swirls of grey.
The wind blew around her once more.
"Draco," Hermione whispered in a daze.
She almost smiled when a sharp bolt of pain shot through her body and she doubled over holding her baby bump.
The happy smile vanished clean off Draco's face.
His face contorted with a mixture of confusion and then realization, he shot to his feet at once and ran in her direction at breakneck speed.
Theo raised an eyebrow, "Drake, what...?"
Blaise held onto her arm and implored, "Mione! What's wrong?"
Hermione took deep laboured breaths, "Draco...where is he? My water broke."
Blaise looked over her head in alarm and saw Draco charging towards them with reckless abandonment, "Fuck...
he's coming."
Draco came to her side and she fell into his arms clutching her stomach as another sharp pain stabbed her insides unpleasantly.
He pulled her close to his body and cradled her, "Darling, it's time."
Books prepared you for shit.
Watching her in pain was more than he could bear.
She touched his pale cheek and let out a blood-curdling scream.
Muggles closest to them looked at them knowingly and most smiled reassuringly.
Draco caressed her pained face, "Granger, you're going to be fine."
Not giving anything else a second thought, he concentrated on his witch.
The mother of his child.
They were about to become parents.
Draco scooped Hermione up and looked around wildly.
She whimpered in agony.
They were surrounded by Muggles on all sides. He had never felt more like a squib.
He carried her to the comfort of the car closely followed by Theo, Luna, and Blaise.
Draco buckled her in and got behind the wheel.
Luna reached in through the window and squeezed Hermione's hand reassuringly.
Blaise gave an encouraging thumbs-up, "We will see you at St Mungo's."
Draco put the car into gear and speed forth, his hand found Hermione's and he laced his fingers through hers, "Are you alright, my love?"
Keeping his eyes firmly on the road he beseeched, "Hermione, please talk to me, darling."
Her breathing was laboured and difficult, "I saw the video with Ginny but fuck, it hurts so bad."
Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed the knuckles, "Okay, almost there, darling."
He cast a quick disillusionment charm over the car and rushed to her side.
Picking her clean off her feet, he felt her fingers dig into his coat and she leaned against his chest as he sprinted up the stairs and yelled to the Healers, "MY GIRLFRIEND IS IN LABOUR."