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Raising Noah through the months and overcoming the hurdles of life.
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"Oh, God!" Hermione cried helplessly.
Draco closed his eyes, "I've missed this sweetness."
She pleaded desperately, "Stop talking and don't stop, I'll kill you if you do."
Eyes still closed, he murmured, "Mmm...so good."
Draco stared into her face, "Tell me you want this."
Hermione did not back down, "Of course, I want it."
He savoured the taste, "I missed this taste..."
She moaned, "Stop teasing me."
Draco licked the spoon dry, "Do you want another scoop?"
Hermione jumped up and down excitedly, "YES! And more whipped cream."
He licked his fingers and squeezed the can of whipped cream, "Is that enough?"
She grinned sheepishly, "er...no.."
Draco shook his head firmly, "Well, that's all you're going to get because I'm not going to aid you in your quest to become diabetic."
Hermione bent over the counter and scooped a hefty portion into her mouth.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, "So bloody good."
Draco kept his bowl out of her reach and went around to put the ice cream tub back in the fridge when a kinky idea popped into his head.
Noah was asleep, they had some time.
He came up behind her, placed the nozzle of the whipped cream can over her shoulder blade and squeezed a generous portion onto her skin.
Hermione shivered at the coolness that spread through her skin but she barely had time to react.
Warm lips surrounded the cream and delicately sucked it off her skin.
Her eyes closed and her head lolled to the side and came to rest on his shoulder.
His hands went around her waist and worked it's way up her t-shirt to cup her tender breasts.
He licked the whipped cream clean off her and bit down on her collarbone earning a low moan from her.
Draco whispered throatily, "There's something else I'm dying to taste."
He turned Hermione around and lifted her on top of the kitchen island.
Moving between her legs, he kissed her cool vanilla-infused lips, "Mmm..."
Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair, holding him firmly in place.
She dipped her head to his neck and sucked on the pale smooth skin bringing the area under to a rich strawberry red.
His hands parted her thighs and rubbed her pussy over the soaking cotton knickers.
He kissed down her body and placed enticing kisses to the side of her stomach while pushing her knickers down her legs and on to the floor.
Draco pushed Hermione further back on the counter and spread her wide open.
He stared unblinkingly at the witch through hooded eyes, "So beautiful."
Unable to tear his gaze away from her glistening wetness, Draco ran two long fingers along her slit, "I love how wet you are."
Bringing the fingers to his lips, he sucked them clean, "You put whipped cream to shame."
Hermione arched her back at his touch, closed her eyes and laid back on the clean island.
She felt his breath ghost over her hairless cunt.
A shiver went down her spine and she bit her lip in anticipation.
His nose gently nudged the edge of her outer folds while the tip of his tongue parted her folds and gave a quick swipe.
Hermione let out a loan whimper, "Fuck..."
Draco smirked into the growing wetness.
He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and plunged his tongue inside.
Hermione brought her knees up and pushed her fingers through his hair grazing his scalp with her nails.
His tongue worked inside her expertly moving with precision and lightly brushing against her clit.
"Draco..." Hermione muttered breathlessly.
He slipped two fingers inside her hole and felt her walls clamp shut around them.
Her swollen clitoris begged for attention.
He circled it with his tongue, closed his lips around it and sucked on it hard while fucking her with his long fingers.
She pushed her cunt into his face and moved her hips in time to his licks.
Fuck...she tasted good.
Hermione felt her muscles clench and her climax make the steady climb up her thighs but she kept it at bay wanting to feel him more but it was futile.
He pressed down hard on her clit and she exploded around him.
Her fingers grabbed tufts of his hair and thighs clamped down on the sides of his head as the sensations sent her body spasming out of control.
When she descended from the height of her release, Hermione saw Draco staring at her smugly with her come dripping down his chin.
He unzipped, took out his cock and stroked it a few times before Noah's cries filled the space.
Draco looked in the direction of their son's room.
Well, so much for that.
Disappointment creased his features, he zipped back up and Hermione saw the outline of his dick press hard against the material almost screaming in protest.
Draco wiped his chin and further cleaned himself and the kitchen counter using a spell.
It was hardly appropriate to approach his son covered in his mother's womanly juices.
He helped Hermione sit up, "Can you walk?"
She frowned, "Very funny, yes, I can."
Hermione slapped his helping hand away and hopped down.
She immediately swayed on jelly-like legs and quickly held the counter for support.
Draco laughed openly and watched her narrow her brown orbs to mere slits at him.
His laughter echoed through the flat and she wobbled after him adjusting her knickers and pulling down her skirt.
Noah was already in his arms by the time she caught up with him.
Hermione took her place on the comfortable sofa, lifted her shirt and expressed a few drops of milk out before Draco placed Noah in her lap.
The eager infant opened his mouth and searched for his beloved nipple.
Bringing him close, she turned him on his side and popped the nipple into his small mouth.
He latched on at once and his small fingers brushed the soft skin of his mother's breast.
A thin trickle of excess milk flowed down his chin, Draco wiped it off tenderly, bent to their level and kissed Hermione full on the lips.
His voice thick with emotion, he gushed, "No matter how many times I watch you breastfeed our son, it still fills me with happiness."
Hermione's eyes sparkled, "Aren't you heading out with the boys for a drink?"
Theo and Blaise had ripped him a new one and demanded he come out for a few hours.
Draco sighed, "Yes, but are you sure you can handle being alone?"
She smiled, "Go have fun, you will go bloody mad if you keep spending all your time with us."
He shook his head, "Not in a million years, I love being with you two.
Draco kissed Noah's forehead and then hers, "You are my everything."
Her fingers felt numb, the roaring thud of her heart pounding echoed in her ears.
He placed a gentle kiss to her lips, "Call me if you need me to come home."
Hermione smiled warmly, "I'll miss you."
One hand on the door, he stopped and replied, "I will be back soon."
"Draco!"
The pub was packed with Muggle rugby fans watching the final on the telly.
The blonde frowned as he walked towards his friends, "You fuckers couldn't find any other pub?"
Blaise smirked, "You know we live to push the boundaries."
Theo snorted, "Boundaries of being an idiot, mate."
Blaise shoved Theo, "Fuck off, Nott, just because, Lovegood, is the brains in your relationship doesn't give you the right to judge my intelligence."
Draco laughed sarcastically, "Intelligence? Is that what you're calling it?"
He leaned forward and hissed, "Last week you almost dragged us to a vampire underground party, you fucking moron."
Blaise cried indignantly, "In my defence, the bird handing out the flyers was fucking hot."
Theo eyed Draco curiously, "There's something different about you."
Draco rolled his eyes and tightened the scarf around his neck, "What the fuck are you on about?"
Theo continued to sip his pint but lunged across the table grabbed hold of the scarf and pulled it off.
Draco caught the end and pulled it out of his best friends grasp.
Blaise pointed at Draco's neck and gasped, "What the blooming heck is that?"
A large dark purplish bruise stood out like a sore thumb on the side of his neck.
Draco quickly wrapped the scarf around him once more and glared at Theo.
Theo puckered his lips and batted his eyelashes, "Darling, Mr Malfoy, would you like to share the source of your love bite with the group?"
Draco ordered a scotch, sat down and stretched his long legs under the table.
He cocked his head to the side and smiled smugly, "Who do you think it is?"
Blaise covered his mouth in mock shock and hissed, "Astoria?"
Draco frowned, "What? Fuck no!"
Theo banged his fist on the table, "You finally grew a pair to ask, Granger, out."
Draco sneered, "I have bigger balls than the both of you but yes, Hermione is officially my girlfriend."
Blaise squealed like a girl, "I'm so happy you're with your baby mama."
Draco stared at him dumbfounded, why the fuck was he using American phrases?
Theo rolled his eyes and offered an explanation, "He's sleeping with a tourist, so, he's picking up her vocabulary."
Blaise winked, "I met her at the supermarket all lost and lonely.
He pointed to his neck, "She has fucking legs up to here."
Draco shuddered if one thing irked him it was the bubbly American accent.
Ignoring his best friends, Blaise leaned forward and mused, "Do you make her call you daddy?"
Draco frowned and pushed Blaise hard.
The olive-skinned man toppled off the chair and onto the cold cement floor littered with cigarette buds and bottle caps.
Theo fist-bumped Draco and they continued their conversation ignoring the fallen man on the floor.
Blaise dusted the dirt off his clothes, unceremoniously rose to his feet and hissed, "Bastards."
Few drinks in, the men befriended Muggles and before long they were singing the national anthem and cheering on the English Rugby team.
Blaise yelled over the noise, "It's like Quidditch but without the ruddy brooms."
Draco shot him a nasty look, "Its nothing like Quidditch."
He sliced his hand through the air, "Quidditch is a game of skill and precision not grown men fondling each other for a muddy ball to run with."
But having said that, there was something bloody brutal and captivating about rugby.
Hermione felt a warm hand cup her breast and lips press against her throat.
She reached for her wand instinctively.
The smell of cigarette smoke hung heavily on him.
His breath smelled of aged scotch and a hint of cranberries.
She turned to face him.
Naked and positively sloshed, her boyfriend looked at her through strands of mussed hair with a sappy grin plastered to his handsome face.
Hermione bit back a laugh and adapted a strict angry voice, "Draco, are you drunk?"
He slurred, "No!"
He was on her again kissing and probing her open with his tongue, "I missed you so much."
Ah fuck it.
There was an urgency, a desperation in his voice that she wanted to satisfy.
This was no gentle lovemaking but a quick alcohol-induced fuck.
She melted into his embrace, he bunched her nightdress around her waist, pushed the underwear to the side and entered her in one go.
They groaned in unison as he filled her up.
His lips brushed the shell of her ear, "I love you, Granger."
It was the second time he said it and this time she heard him clear as fucking day.
Why did he always profess his love when their minds were plagued with brain fog?
Unsure of her answer, she kept quiet, brought his head down and moulded his lips with hers.
Their bodies merged, they moved seamlessly grunting and groaning with urgent need.
Draco whispered, "I love being deep inside you, please let me come inside you, my witch."
Hermione whimpered, "Make me yours, Draco."
He grazed her neck with small bites, sucking and leaving red marks which he would gently kiss when they woke up the next day.
That delicious sound of flesh hitting flesh spread through the room like an erotic mantra.
The alcohol held his orgasm at bay, she certainly wasn't about to complain about the prolonged pounding he was bestowing upon her.
Gods her cunt was made to be fucked by him.
And just like that, his thoughts of possessiveness and wanting to claim her propelled him to climax.
Her legs propped up, he grabbed hold of her thighs and pulled her further into him until there was nowhere left for his cock to claim.
With one final, hard push he came undone deep within her.
His come spurt forth and filled her insides pleasantly.
His release crippled him, he groaned her name and smothered a deep growl into her mouth.
Thoroughly spent, Draco tried to move away but being so close to the edge, he lost his balance and rolled right off the bed.
Hermione shrieked in alarm and scooted to the edge and looked down at him, "Draco, oh my god, are you okay?"
He lay spread-eagled on the floor grinning happily, "I came in you, we can have another baby, Granger."
His eyes beamed with happiness, "I want a little girl with bushy brown hair and your brai..."
Draco felt his eyelids droop and darkness surround him.
Fuck!
Hermione stared at him in both shock and amusement.
Of course in his state, he would have forgotten that she was on the potion after they started their sexual escapades.
A little girl?
Hermione found herself smiling like a fool at the prospect.
Horrified by her reaction to it, she shook her head clear out of the daze and set to the task of getting his large frame into bed.
Monthly get together at the Potters
Ginny nudged Hermione, "Glad you decided to give the whole relationship thing a go."
Hermione grinned, "Thank you for the advice."
Ginny winked playfully, "My pleasure."
She pointed to Draco talking with Mr Weasley, "He seems really bloody into you and he's so good with Noah."
Hermione smiled warmly, "Oh, Merlin yes, I never thought he would be such a good father."
Ginny nodded in agreement, "But, I mean look at him, he's a natural."
She smiled tenderly, "He really loves his son."
Hermione sighed in content, "He does Ginny."
Draco cradled Noah in his arms and kissed the infants sweet face repeatedly.
The gathered women stared at the doting father and sighed.
Ginny smirked, "You're sleeping with him, aren't you? All bits are functioning properly?"
She recalled how tender her pussy had been after she gave birth to James.
Hermione threw her head back and groaned, "Yes, Merlin help me."
Parvati laughed, Hannah giggled, Lavender Brown scowled, and Susan Bones sipped her drink while Luna looked gazed at an oil painting dreamily.
Hermione dropped her voice so only the women could hear, "He's so good it makes me want to cry."
Ginny eyed Draco, "Yeah I can see that, he's quite fit, isn't he?"
A voice from behind made them jump.
Harry cried, "I can hear you!"
Ginny narrowed her eyes, "Then shove off, you nosy parker."
Harry glared at her and then Hermione and stormed off in the other direction.
Draco chatted with Charlie, Noah fast asleep and snug in his arms.
Hermione struggled to eat a sausage roll, she dipped it in sauce and the sticky red liquid ran all over her fingers.
She looked down and frowned, "Bugger."
Draco looked her way, excused himself and came towards them.
His panther-like walk made them swallow hard.
Coming close, he smiled and asked, "Ginny, can you please hold, Noah?"
Hermione widened her eyes as if to ask, what are you doing?
He took her finger, licked the sauce off it and pressed his lips to hers.
Draco smacked his lips, "Saucy."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Cheesy much, Malfoy?"
The women stared speechless with devilish smirks.
Draco let Hermione go, ran his fingers through his hair and grinned at the women.
They were reminded of a toothpaste commercial, his teeth were sparkly white and perfect.
He bowed respectfully, "Ladies."
"Malfoy," they sing-songed.
Hermione felt her cheeks redden, she turned to her friends and hissed, "Not a word."
They gave her an approving nod.
Hermione removed an earring and said, "That was fun."
Draco tickled Noah, "It was, Charlie Weasley, is an interesting man."
Her eyes narrowed darkly, "I saw, Lavender, chatting you up, what the fuck did that bimbo want?"
Draco chuckled, "I dare say, Brown, is keen to ride the dragon."
The grip she had on her wand tightened, "That fucking bitch."
He raised a questioning brow, "You guys have history, I gather."
Hermione sneered, "She seems to have it in for men who grab my fancy."
Draco threw his head back in laughter, "You needn't worry, pet, I'm not, Weasley, and have eyes only for you."
Any idiot could see that.
He mused, "You have to admit that both of them have the combined IQ of a raisin."
She joined in the laughter, "I'm glad you feel that way."
Hermione reached into the playpen and picked up Noah, "Come to mummy, darling."
She cradled him and peppered his face with kisses, "Are you hungry? Yes, you are!"
The sofa in the living room was comfortable enough for her to breastfeed him, she struggled to undo the buttons of her blouse with one hand.
Draco swooped in and effortlessly popped the row of buttons leaving her exposed in her nursing bra.
Hermione took out a milk filled bosom, Noah latched on firmly and she winced in pain, "Ow ow...don't bite so hard, sweetheart."
From the kitchen, Draco raised his head, "Are you okay?"
He came towards them chugging on a bottle of butterbeer, "He's really taking to latching on, hasn't he?"
Hermione nodded, "He likes his boobie."
Draco laughed, "I can't imagine why."
She cocked her head and said sarcastically, "Funny Malfoy."
He defended, "What? I miss them, I haven't been able to do anything with them because of the milk."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh, "You're incorrigible."
Draco eyed the sleepy infant and then whispered, "Let's shower together after the little imp goes to sleep."
She tapped her chin in thought, a devilish smirk curved her lips, "You know...there's something, I've always wanted to try."
A dangerous glint flashed across his eyes.
The next day...
Draco shot to his feet sending the papers flying to the floor and exclaimed with respect, "Father!"
Lucius leaned heavily on his cane and smiled, "I thought I'd drop by and see how you were."
The older man looked around the office and sighed, "I miss the pressures of running the company."
Draco laughed, "I daresay, I will be the same once I retire."
Lucius sat on the black leather sofa and frowned, "There's only so much one can do around the Manor."
Draco grinned knowingly, "Mother has the ladies over?"
The aristocratic man grimaced, "If I have to eat another crumpet, I might Avada myself."
He shook his head in exasperation, "Those women need a healthier pastime other than shopping, gossiping and drinking tea."
Lucius waved his arm casually, "Nevermind that, how is everything with you?"
Draco couldn't help but smile happily, "Good...great, in fact..."
His phone rang and he hurried over to answer it, "Excuse me, Hermione is calling."
He connected the call, "Yes, darling."
Draco hesitated, "Er...yes, red looks good on you."
He blushed profusely, he pulled at his tie, "Oh..um..my father is here, can I call you back?"
After Hermione hung up, Draco turned to face the amused expression of his otherwise strict father.
Lucius took in his son's flustered state, "I gather you and Miss Granger are courting then?"
Draco frowned internally at the word, courting. It was such an archaic term.
He nodded enthusiastically, "It made sense to see where our affections would lead us."
Lucius grinned "Excellent, about that ring..."
Draco raised his hand and interrupted, "Father no, it's too soon."
The nobleman shook his head in disappointment, "I will never understand children these days."
Eager to change the topic at hand, Draco suggested quickly, "Shall we have lunch?"
Lucius got to his feet eagerly, "Splendid."
He pointed to the framed photo of Noah, Draco had on his desk, "How is my grandson, it's been nearly 3 days since we saw him."
Happiness spread through him at the mention of his son, "Growing like a hippogriff, I dare say he will surpass my height."
Lucius grabbed hold of his arm, "Draco.."
Draco eyed the gloved fingers grasping his arm curiously, "Yes, father?"
The haughty man bestowed a tender smile upon his only son, "It gives me great joy to see you happy."
Draco couldn't help the smile that curved his lips, "I am happy, she makes me happy."
Lucius nodded, "It is plain to see."
He raised a brow and added, "She is quite bright, isn't she?"
Draco beamed, "Bright like a star."
Lucius saw the sparkle in his son's eyes, "Are you in love with her?"
The tall blonde coughed pointedly and asked, "Where would you like to have lunch?"
Lucius was well aware that his son was avoiding the difficult question but decided not to pry and force an answer.
Instead, he laughed, "Any place that will have my favourite brand of scotch."
Draco smirked, "I know just the place."
They had all come a long way since the war.
A few days later. They, well, Hermione decides on taking a leisurely trip to a nearby park, Draco grudgingly follows.
Hermione tightened the scarf around her neck and took a deep breath of fresh air, "It's such a wonderful day to visit the park."
Draco stared at his leather shoes and scowled, "A pigeon just shat on my shoe, Granger."
She rolled her eyes, "Can you not be a bloody princess for a second?"
A couple of girls gazed longingly at Draco.
Hermione linked her arm through his and hissed, "Oi, move along, nothing to see here."
She muttered, "Can't take you anywhere, I swear."
Draco tried hard not to laugh.
She blew a piece of hair out of her face and asked, "Now, where was I?"
He offered politely, "Wonderful day to visit the park."
Hermione pointed to the gathered Muggles having picnics, flying kites and generally having a merry time, "See?"
Draco frowned, "If a pigeon takes a bloody shit on my son, I will casserole it."
She tried her best to explain, "He's almost 5 months, look how much he loves the colours."
Hermione doubled over the pram and pulled back the protective netting.
Draco yelled at once, "What the hell are you doing?"
She fixed him with an annoyed look. "Er...taking him out of the pram."
He protested loudly, "But the net keeps him safe from bugs."
Hermione muttered under her breath, "For fuck sake."
She scooped up the excited infant, "We are supposed to show him colours and expose him to new things."
Draco dusted his leg, looked around in disgust and retorted firmly, "Well, we can show him all this crap at the Manor, my mother keeps the surrounding gardens immaculately manicured."
Hermione threw him a look a loathing, "My God, you are such a spoiled prat."
Noah giggled and kicked his arms and legs.
She smiled and held him up, "Oh, my little prince, look at the trees."
A gentle breeze blew around them and dislodged her hair sending it cascading down her shoulders.
The simple action set his heart on fire.
She looked angelic laughing with their son firmly in her grasp.
His angel was speaking, "Draco?"
No more an angel, Hermione angry voice cut through his daydream, "DRACO!"
He mumbled, "Hmmm..."
She looked at him frustrated, "Are you okay?"
Draco sighed, "Yes, just enjoying the view."
It was his horrid luck, that he was daydreaming about her but staring dazed at the arse of platinum blonde standing a little way off
Hermione followed his gaze, her eyes narrowed darkly, "Excuse me?"
Shit...
She hissed threateningly, "You are with your son, control yourself."
Draco tried to weakly defend himself.
With an exasperated sigh, he grabbed her arm and led her to the pond, "Come on, let's toss bread at these bloody ducks."
Noah is almost 6 months. A new development each day. They fawned and fussed over their little Prince.
Noah chewed on a teething ring covering it whole with saliva and bits of banana.
Hermione threw her head back in frustration, "Merlin, there must be an easier way to feed solids to babies?"
Draco pinched the bridge between his nose, "I've been making faces for the past hour, my cheeks hurt."
She cooed lovingly, "Come on baby, be good for mummy."
Noah took in the spoonful of banana mush, rolled it around his tongue and spat it out, coating Hermione's face in a thick slobbery paste.
Draco burst out laughing and she frowned at him.
She cleaned herself and said, "I start work next week, we need to get him used to this."
He rolled his eyes, "Must you return to work?"
She raised a curious brow, "Er...yeah, but, do you not want me too?"
Draco sighed, "I like having you around all the time."
She frowned, "My brain will die if I continue to sit at home and stare at these four walls."
He picked up Noah, it was uncanny how similar they were and retorted angrily, "So, you prefer working to spending them with us?"
Hermione glared sternly, "Don't twist my words, you know exactly what I mean."
Draco's retorted darkly, "Fine, go save the wizarding world, we will wait for you to come home in one piece."
Her tone softened, "Draco, nothing is going to happen to me."
He narrowed his eyes, "Hermione, you're an Auror, I know the job detail."
Her heart sank at his words, she watched him stalk away with their son in his arms.
Draco glanced over his shoulder and said sadly, "My mother has arranged the nanny interviews over the weekend."
Hermione picked up the half-eaten bowl of banana and miserably followed father and son into the kitchen.