"Granger," Draco Malfoy screamed as he marched into the Great Hall.
"Yes," she asked twisting round to face the fuming blonde whose usual pale face was bright red.
"Your ginger mongrel has impregnated my cat," he told her holding a slender black cat out in front of him as though to prove his point.
"You have no proof that Crookshanks has done anything too," she paused leaning forward to read the name on the silver collar Draco's cat wore, "Midnight," she finished, gently stroking the cat's head.
"That Ginger beast has been sniffing around the Dungeon's for weeks, he accused.
"He isn't a beast he is half-Kneazle, Midnight would be lucky to have his kittens, they'd be very intelligent," she told him.
"Midnight is a Burmese cat whose lineage can be traced for over a hundred years and now she's going to birth a half breed litter," he moaned.
"Oh, the war is over Malfoy get off your high horse, blood purity doesn't matter anymore," she told him.
"That isn't what I meant Granger and you know it," he told her angrily.
"Well, it sure sounded it, who traces their pet's lineage for generations, it's ridiculous," she scoffed.
"It is not, some people like to know where their pets come from," he argued.
"Oh of course, how silly of me," she chuckled disbelievingly.
"Granger your cat knocked up my cat," He told her angrily.
"What do you want me to do about its Malfoy, it's already happened," she shouted at him.
"Well, you've got to do something, I am not responsible for a litter of kittens," he moaned.
"Fine we can share them until they are old enough to be rehomed, when is Midnight due," she asked him.
"Do I look like a cat gynaecologist I have no bloody idea," the blonde growled.
"Boys are such idiots, follow me," she told him standing up and marching out of the silent hall.
"To where Granger," he called after her.
"Library, there will be books that can help us," she screamed. Draco nodded and followed her out of the door, Midnight clutched lovingly in his arms.
"Merlin helps us, they are going to kill each other," Ron muttered stuffing a drumstick into his mouth.
"Or fuck each other," Ginny giggled.
"You'll put me off of my Food," Ron shuddered.
"Are you sure you cast the spell right it doesn't seem to be doing anything," Draco asked from where he was slumped in one of the library's chairs, Hermione was stood pointing her wand at Midnight who was sat on the wooden table between them.
"Shut up," she muttered as she focused on the spell. Midnight glowed blue briefly and then a feathered quill on the table began to write down the findings of the diagnostic charm onto a piece of thick parchment.
"What does it say," he asked her nervously.
"That Midnight and Crookshanks will be parents to fourteen kittens in four weeks' time if everything goes well," she told him.
"What do you mean if it all goes well," he asked.
"Well, there can always be complications," she told him honestly.
"Midnight will be alright won't she," he asked worriedly, Hermione couldn't help but smile at the man before her.
"Of course, she will, we'll make sure she is," she reassured.
"What do we have to do," he asked her.
"Just keep her comfortable and feed her a healthy diet, she's eating for more than herself, so you need to ensure she is getting enough food and nutrients to keep them all healthy," she told him, Draco nodded.
Since discovering that their cats had copulated and were expecting a litter together, Hermione and Draco had been spending more and more time together, it had started by Hermione checking in on how Midnight was doing once a day usually as they passed each other in the corridors but before long they were talking about more than their cats, and a five minute chat turned into half an hour, then a whole hour before long the pair could be found together deep in discussion for hours at a time as their cats slept peacefully at their side, Crookshanks head resting on Midnights swelling stomach.
"Books are essential to potion making," she argued one day as they stood in the potion's classroom together.
"No, they aren't it's like cooking you need to experiment and see how you can improve a recipe," he argued.
"But the recipes already work," she told him.
"Doesn't mean they can't be improved," he told her, closing the potions book with a snap, and sprinkling powdered unicorn horn into the cauldron.
"You'll cause an explosion," she warned him.
"Live a little Granger," he smirked at her, surprisingly even though he didn't follow the recipe, his potion ended up been the best in the class.
"How did you learn you were a witch," he asked her one morning as they sat together by the lake, their cats batting their paws at butterfly's.
"I always knew there was something different about me, I never really fit in with those around me when I was younger and strange things would happen around me. I guess I knew I was the one doing them, but I didn't believe it until Professor McGonagall was transfiguring my mother's china into a chess set," she told him.
"I can't imagine spending so long not knowing who I was," he told her quietly.
"I was always the same person, doesn't matter whether I was a witch or muggle all the fundamental things that make me myself were the same, I could have lived a happy life as a muggle," she shrugged her shoulders.
"But you aren't a muggle you are a witch," he told her.
"But the muggle girl is still within me, the teachings of my parents still affect my actions," she told him, and he nodded frowning.
"I don't want to follow in my father's footsteps," he confessed.
"The mark on your arm doesn't define you Draco, you can choose to path your own destiny separate than that of your father," she told him squeezing his hand.
"I'd like that, no Azkaban cell for me," he chuckled darkly, and Hermione smiled sadly.
"Think of your happiest memory, you need to let it consume you, feel it in your bones, then release that feeling to power the spell," Hermione told him one afternoon.
"Expecto Patronum," he called, his wand briefly glowed before the white light died away.
"What memory are you thinking off," she asked.
"Playing quidditch with Theo and Blaise when we were children," he told her.
"It isn't strong enough it has to be pure joy," she told him.
"I probably can't do it even if I could think of a happy memory, Death Eaters can't cast a Patronus," he told her sadly.
"Snape could and so will you," she told him determinedly leaning down to tickle Crookshanks' stomach.
"Stupid Divination, I quit it years ago and still that batty lady glares at me," she groaned.
"Well, you did cause quite a scene, dismissed her entire branch of magic and through a crystal ball down the stairs," he drawled.
"Five years ago, I punched you the same year and you aren't still holding a grudge against me," he told him.
"No but my ego needed the deflation, I was a prick," he laughed.
"That you were," she agreed.
"Hey, you were a menace when you were younger, your hand waving in all directions begging to be picked for every question," he laughed waving his hand in the air the way she used to do, Hermione blushed.
"Well, I knew the answers," she told him.
"You memorized the textbooks," he told her.
"I like to read, knowledge is important," she stated simply.
"It's a wonder you weren't a Ravenclaw," Draco stated.
"Too brave, I'm a lioness," she shrugged.
"Granger the kittens are coming," Draco screamed running into the great all and throwing her over his shoulders, Hermione shrieked as he ran with her.
"Put me down now Draco Lucius Malfoy," she shouted angrily as the Slytherin exited the call carrying her like a sack of potatoes.
"Midnight is giving birth right now Granger we have to move," he told her as he ran.
"We could go a lot faster if you put me down," she huffed.
"Fine," he lowered her to the ground and instead grabbed a hold of her hand to tug her down into the dungeons.
"That's its Midnight you are such a good girl," Hermione whispered stroking the cats head as she birthed her final kitten. Tiny squeaks filled the room as her and Draco kneeled next to the cushioned box their cats laid in. Crookshanks purred proudly, licking his young kittens clean as Midnight pushed a final time their fourteenth and final kitten entering the world. Midnight meowed turning to lick the kitten clean before laying down her swollen teats ready to feed her brood.
"Oh, they are beautiful," Hermione whispered stroking a finger across one of the kittens' tiny heads; each a mixture of black and ginger they were a perfect mixture of their parents.
"Yes beautiful," Draco whispered, Hermione looked up to smile at him, but Draco wasn't watching the kittens his eyes were set on her, Hermione blushed.
"Draco," she whispered staring at his eyes that were dark with desire.
"Hermione," he drawled just as quietly, she whimpered her insides squirming in pleasure at the way he spoke her name.
"Kiss me," she intended it to be a demand but instead it was a plead, Draco's lips crashed against hers claiming her as his, tugging her to her feet, they crashed together onto the nearest fourposter bed in the Eighth-year boys' dormitory. His tongue stroked hers while one hand buried itself into her hair, the other nimbly undoing the buttons of her blouse. Kissing, biting, licking, and sucking, Draco made his way down her body stripping her of her clothes and worshiping her as she begged him for more. His tongue circled her left nipple before he gently nipped it with his teeth, one hand creasing her right until its nipple pebbled hard like a diamond. Hermione moaned begging him for more and Draco smirked continuing his way down her stomach with more teasing Kissing, biting, licking, and sucking. Unzipping her skirt, he tugged it off her body. Hermione laid their panting, pinching her own nipples needily, the thin lace of her black nickers the only material that remained on her body.
"Merlin you are beautiful," he told her kneeling above her in far too many clothes.
"Need you naked," she gasped, Draco smirked pulling his shirt over his head revealing his toned abs and a trail of fine white hair leading down towards his cock, a cock that was tenting his trousers and leaving extraordinarily little to the imagination. Hermione moaned.
"Please," she begged him Draco stood up, unzipping his trousers and Hermione watched opened mouthed as they fell to the floor leaving Draco naked, his thick purple penis standing to attention.
"I've never been with someone so big," she whispered climbing to her knees, her hands outstretched to gently stroke him, Draco moaned at the contact and Hermione wrapped both hand around his shaft struggling to close her hands fully around it she gently pumped him twice before letting go.
"Lay down," she told him, tugging him down onto the bed. Kneeling between his legs she took him into her mouth, bobbing her head and sucking gently, Draco threaded his fingers into her hair his nails scratching against her scalp as he tugged on her curls, moaning at the pain she swallowed him deeper taking him into her throat, her hands pumping his balls and the three inches of she was unable ti take into her mouth. Up and down, she bobbed occasionally rolling her tongue against his sensitive head.
"Hermione, you need to stop of I will come in your mouth," he groaned his hips bucking wildly, his body tense. Hermione sucked harder, taking another inch of him into her throat and moaned loudly. Draco shuddered his release squirting into her throat.
"Fuck, Hermione," he moaned, she waited until he stilled before sucking him clean, swallowing the seed that was still in her mouth she licked her lips and smirked up at his through half lidded eyes.
"So, fucking gorgeous," he groaned puling her towards him into a bruising kiss, tasting himself on her lips. Rolling them over he made his way down her body never stopping until he reached the thin lace she still wore.
"Your soaking Granger," he told her ripping the fabric off her body, one finger sliding through her folds to circle her sensitive nub.
"Please," she begged bucking her hips to press his finger harder against her.
"Patience," he whispered leaning forward to lap at her folds, once, twice three times and then he circled her clit, she moaned as he repeated his pattern, slow and steady enough to torture her but not enough for release.
"Draco, please I need to," she begged, Draco pushed one finger into her pumping slowly as he continued to lap at her, once, twice three times and then he circled her clit again.
"Please, I need more," Hermione ground herself against his face, against his hand her hands gripping the emerald bedspread below her. Draco chuckled the deep sound sending vibrations through her sensitive cunt.
"Draco," she screamed as she came, Draco inserting two more fingers within her pumping her through her orgasm as his tongue flicked against her hard bud of nerves.
"You taste magnificent," he whispered as he lined his hardened member at her dripping hole.
"Please," she begged. Draco kissed her and thrust forward filling her more than she had ever been filled, he stilled for a moment kissing her sweetly as she got used to his size before gently pulling out and re-entering her again and again, faster, and faster he slammed into her, her legs on his shoulders, the tip of his cock brushing against her fluttering womb, a vein on his hardened cock repeatedly brushing against her g-spot. Hermione had never known pleasure like it. Draco fucked her and all she could do was moan, her head thrown back, her nails clawing at his flesh.
"Dracooooooo," she screamed her walls clenching tight around him, the man atop of her froze biting down hard on her shoulder as he came within her, filling her as he moaned her name.
"Draco what are you doing," Hermione asked rolling onto her stomach to observe the man sat on the edge of the four-poster bed she was laid in.
"Shush I want to try something," he scolded holding his wand steady in the dark. Hermione watched as he mouthed two words, "Expecto Patronum", she bit her lip and crossed her fingers as her lover said the words again this time much louder his voice filled with confidence, "Expecto Patronum. A silver creature one she herself had been able to cast since her fifth year at Hogwarts illuminated the dorm room. with tears in her eyes, she grabbed her own wand; "Expecto Patronum" she whispered watching happily as her own otter played with Draco's identical one.
"You're my Happy memory Granger, I love you," he whispered reaching out to hold her hand.
"I love you too," she confessed, beaming, and crying at the same time.
"Where is she do you think they've killed one another at last," Ron asked as he paced in front of the Gryffindor fire.
"No, I don't think they've killed one another," Harry told him grimacing down at the Marauders Map where Draco's and Hermione's names were overlapping on Draco's bed.
"They're fucking," Ginny cackled happily.
"This would have never happened if they'd neutered their bloody cats," Ron moaned in dismay.
"Of course, it would, the sexual tension between the two of them has been palpable for years, I'm surprised he didn't throw her against a wall and fuck her during one of their heated arguments," Ginny told him with a smirk.
"Ginny please stop," Ron begged, Ginny laughed.
"Mischief Managed," Harry whispered tapping the map with his wand.
"I'm sure Hermione has certainly been up to mischief this evening," Ginny whispered conspiringly to the boys as she watched the ink dissolve from the parchment.
"Ginny," both boy's groaned horrified.
"Oh, lighten up it's not as though either of you are blushing virgins," she told standing to exit the room.
"Dating came easy for the pair nothing had really changed, they talked to each other often, they argued, and they fought just as they had during the weeks leading up to the kitten's birth but now, they also had sex, a lot of sex and held hands in the corridors. It was an easy relationship that had come out of nowhere when their cats forced them to spend more times together, but they wouldn't have it any other way. Many people didn't understand their relationship, Ron called them barmy but together they worked.
Months went by and the pair grew closer, they found homes for all fourteen of the kittens choosing to keep the smallest themselves, they named her Callie. They also got their cats neutered to prevent anymore unexpected arrivals. If only the pair remembered their own contraception but in the heat of the moment often, they'd forget.
"I'm pregnant," Hermione murmured worriedly two weeks before their graduation, Draco froze staring at her shocked.
"Marry me," he blurted out loudly.
"I can't just marry you because I'm pregnant," she huffed angrily.
"Not because your pregnant," marry me because we love each other and I've been carrying this ring around for over a month trying to find the moment to propose to you," he told her pulling a small box out of his trouser pocket. She reached out tentatively taking the box and gasping at the simple yet beautiful silver and diamond ring inside.
"It's beautiful," she whispered.
"It will look more beautiful on your finger, marry me Granger," he softly spoke plucking the ring out of the box, she nodded smiling as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
"You look beautiful Hermione," Harry smiled at her as she stood ready to walk down the aisle.
"Last chance to run away, say the word and Harry and I will whisk you away to safety," Ron joked.
"I love him," she confessed, her hand resting against the swell of her stomach, she smiled at the gentle kick of the child even through all the tulle of her wedding gown.
"So, you're doing this, marrying Draco Malfoy," Ron asked a final time to make sure.
"I am," she agreed.
"Harry's right you look beautiful, I hope he realises how lucky he is and that you have two brothers right here who will kill him if he upsets you," Ron told her gruffly.
"Thank you, Ron, I love you guys," she cried wrapping her arms around both of her best friends.
"We love you too," they replied. Together her boys led her down the isle together, to where Draco stood waiting for her. Hours later when she danced in her husband's arms, she couldn't really recall the ceremony that had bound them together, only the feeling of pure unrated happiness.
"Come on Hermione, you can do this keep pushing," he told her soothingly.
"You try pushing a watermelon out of a tiny hole Draco Lucius Malfoy," she screamed squeezing his hand tightly.
"I love you, you are doing so well," he whispered stroking her sweaty hair away from her forehead.
"Your dick is never coming near me again," she growled as she bore down for another contraction, Narcissa chuckled from where she stood holding her other hand.
"Mother it isn't that funny," Draco hissed, wincing as Hermione dug her nails into him breaking his flesh.
"One more push and you'll have your baby Mrs Malfoy," the healer called cheerfully from where she stood between Hermione's open legs. Hermione screamed, crying as she bore down a final time her baby slipping out into the healers' arms, its new-born wail sounding.
"A healthy baby boy," the healer smiled, placing the baby into her arms, him instantly latching onto her breast, suckling her mother's milk.
"He's beautiful," Draco whispered in awe.
"He's perfect she agreed, stroking her fingers through the babies' soft blonde curls.
"You've done amazing sweetie, your parents would be so proud of you, Narcissa whispered smiling at her grandson.
"I wish they were her," she confessed, thinking of her parents who had no memories of her, she'd never been able to reverse the spells she'd cast on them for their own safety. Narcissa and Draco smiled sadly.
"Monica, I feel like something amazing has happened today, something worth celebrating," Wendell announced from where he sat in front of the tv.
"Me too, it feels like it's our anniversary or something but isn't," his wife agreed.
"Let's go out for dinner," he announced, and they did. Monica and Wendell Wilkins went out to dinner and then they went dancing together. Late that night as they were walking along the beach back to their home, they looked to the sky staring out at the stars.
"Look there's the Scorpius constellation," Monica told her husband pointing into the sky never knowing that at that exact moment her daughter had announced that her son would be called Scorpius Richard Malfoy.
Despite what she had said during Scorpius' birth she did in fact let Draco near her again and they had two more children Lyra and Leo. Hermione became a Healer working for St Mungo's and Draco became an Auror. They didn't need the money but enjoyed the work that they did, Hermione loved helping people and Draco chose to be an Auror to change the public opinion of the Malfoy name.
Hermione did eventually successfully reverse her parents modified memories; they were very shocked to realise that Hermione was twenty-four rather than seventeen and the mother of three children under the age of six but after a long discussion and lots of tears they forgave their daughter and promptly began spoiling their grandchildren. As for Midnight and Crookshanks the pair grew old together happy to have brought their owners together.
The End.