AN: Hey guys I hope these chapters are finding you all well. I have a feeling they aren't as good as what they could be but I have been trying to get passed all the nonsense I have been dealing with and just write. I kinda hate myself for deciding on a sequel but I feel that if I have already started it and posted chapters I can't go back now. I recently learned about a Beta? I am a complete fanfiction virgin I feel, like I learned what lemon was halfway through For Always. Anyway I guess I am looking for a Beta to help me write and edit since I don't have one anymore. My brother was mine previously but somethings happened and so I have no other Beta. I would also like an explanation as to what a Beta does exactly, anyway I wanted to thank you and I hope this isn't a bad chapter. They are starting to make up here. Love you all!

Chapter 7

"You're alright!" Jessica exclaimed, walking to the front door with a sleeping Teddy.

"Yeah," Hermione laughed. "Nothing serious, over exhaustion was all."

"Thank goodness." She sighed. Draco reached over and took Teddy from her arms with a smile as his head curved to the crook of his neck.

"I'm gonna bring him upstairs, love." Kissing Hermione's forehead he headed upstairs leaving the girls alone.

It wasn't that Hermione didn't like Jessica, it wasn't that at all. It was just that she always looked at Draco too long and looked at Hermione like she felt bad for her. It was rather insulting, not to toot her own horn or anything but she was Hermione Granger, War Heroine and helper in the defeat of Voldemort, not to mention the highest scores through out her school days. She didn't need the pity. Hermione bounced on the balls of her feet awkwardly for a moment before gesturing for the two of them to head to the sitting room.

"I really appreciate you watching him last minute, I hope everything was easy to find. I know when you watch him its at your house normally and we always have a diaper bag set up for you so I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

"No everything was fine. I was taking a look at your bookshelves and you have some interesting titles. Hogwarts: A History, it has to be one of the most interesting fictional books I have ever read in my entire life. I paged through it, I hope you don't mind."

Hermione didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or panic about the situation, Muggles weren't supposed to be exposed to anything magical unless they were in your family or if it was a life threatening situation, which you could just obliviate them afterwards so it was no big deal. But this was different, she had just stumbled upon it and thought it was just a fictitious book. And that made Hermione want to laugh.

Clearing ysher throat she gave Jessica a genuine smile, "No I don't mind. It is a good book, one of my favorites."

"I love the History book format with it being a fictional world, its unique."

"That's for sure."

Draco had bounded down the stairs, in a happier mood then what he had been when he had gone up. "I just love watching him sleep. He's getting so big." His arms snaked around Hermione's shoulders.

There was an awkward pause.

"So..." Jessica said.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Hermione offered, maybe if they got to know each other a little bit more things would go smoother.

"Oh, thanks but my sisters coming over and I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Bring her with." Draco said. "Dinners at five, see you then." With a head nod Draco dismissed her and opened the door for her; you can take the aristocrat Malfoy out of the home but you can't take the aristocrat out of the Malfoy. Jessica went slowly, with a small smile and a little blush on her cheeks. Hermione couldn't tell if Draco was oblivious to it or ignoring it for her case but Hermione immediately regretted inviting her to dinner. The jealous green monster inside of her was growing by the second.

"What's the matter?" Draco asked, a smirk on his face.

" I don't know. Nothing." She mumbled, walking to the kitchen.

Draco followed after her like a lost puppy. He knew what was wrong, he just wanted to hear her say it. The spit fire that she was, he wanted it to come out like old times. And Merlin it made him feel wanted and aroused. He swallowed hard as he leaned against the granite counter top to look at her through pale eye lashes.

"Spaghetti for dinner?" Hermione asked.

"Sure."

Hermione stared at him strangely before she suddenly felt this hit of darkness press against her heart. She had a lot to take in and it finally smacked her right in the face. The war was over, for that she was relieved; but the consequences of that war and the aftermath were creeping up on her. She had tried stuffing everything for so long and now she was realizing what was happening. Now it was a matter with dealing with those things, and on top of that she had completely blocked out the events with Lucius; while everything had been quiet recently it didn't mean that it didn't happen. And now this whole baby situation, it was like all the difficult times were done with but then more problems spilled over her. And how could she explain any of it, that is what bothered her the most. There was no easy explanation and the Healers didn't know so they were busy with an ongoing investigation. Hermione was a creature of knowledge and not knowing something ate her up alive.

She swallowed passed the darkness and turned to head to their bedroom without a second glance. She offered no explanation as to why she had suddenly had a mood change, but she didn't yell at Draco for following after her. She crawled onto their plush bed and curled into a ball. She couldn't even cry. She didn't have it in her to cry that's how dark she was feeling. She saw Draco standing in the corner of the room before closing the door and standing at the edge of the bed. With the golden curtains drawn it was fairly dark in the room with little cracks of sunlight peeking through.

Draco unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off, setting it on the ground gently. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them off as well. He was just in his boxers as he crawled onto the bed with her. He took off her shoes, tossing them on the floor with a soft thud. Lifting her easily off the bed he pulled the comforter down and draped it over them; wrapping his arm around her in a cocoon. He was pleased she didn't pull away from him, instead she pushed her little body closer to his, her back molding perfectly with his chest.

"What's going on?" He whispered.

"It just became too much I guess."

His hand trailed up and down her back and Hermione couldn't deny that it felt good. Merlin it was exactly what she needed, the feeling of his soft fingers lightly gracing her skin. He was cool to the touch but left a path of fire where his fingers had been. Hermione shifted herself so she was chest to chest with him, she eyed him carefully before her fingers skimmed over his taught muscle of his chest. It had been a long time since she had seen him, since she had allowed herself to SEE him in the way she was now. Perfect. He was everything she wanted in life. Hermione's eyes darted between his lips and his steel gray orbs that were watching her curiously.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Hermione blushed, embarrassed. "I want you to kiss me."

Draco cocked his head to the side in surprise before he lowered his head to hers and kissed her ever so delicately. Her lips were like silk against his, soft and warm and smooth. He was proud when she had responded so eagerly, her hands finding their way around his neck in a gripping hold. The kiss was small at first, just a lovers kiss that held so much tenderness; but it didn't take long before it became heated and the passion of an open mouthed kiss filled their room. Hermione pulled away gasping for air, her whole being on fire.

"I'm not giving up on us, on you." Draco said softly, his hand gently playing with her hair. "I love you too much for that."

"And I love you." Hermione said before she could even stop it. As soon as the words left her mouth it was like everything snapped in place, she gave him a weak smile and pulled his head down for another kiss.

Draco responded by switching their positions so she was under him and his hand found its way up to her breast, underneath her shirt; kneading the soft flesh. Hermione forgot how good this felt, she moaned into his mouth urging for more. Draco pulled from their kiss and smiled down at her softly while slowly lifting the shirt over her head. Hermione arched herself off the bed to help getting the shirt off, she reached for his hand and placed it on her breasts yearning for more. Draco ripped her bra off, his eyes turning black and his fangs protruding. Hermione felt her toes curl at the memory of them inside of her neck.

"Baby please." She moaned, surprised at her use of a pet name.

"As you wish my love." Draco took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking harder as Hermione moaned. His tongue trailed around her nipple slowly, every once in a while he would bite down ever so softly and he could feel Hermione tremble against him. Her sent filled his nostrils with dizzying strength and his love, if possible, grew for her. One of his hands traveled quickly down her body, pushing down her pants; along with her underwear, until they were off of her completely and on the floor disparaged somewhere.

Draco's hand slid up from her angles and to the center of her body, not quite touching her until she thrust her hips towards him, a silently plea for him to touch her. Draco didn't hesitate, he pushed in his middle finger and ring finger inside of her, smiling like an idiot when she moaned his name.

"Is that good love?" Draco asked, his fingers slowly pumping inside of her entrance and entering back in quickly. "You're so fucking wet." He moaned, his voice breathy.

Normally Hermione would have found such words very crass and inappropriate, but they only egged her on. She pulled Draco's head down to hers, muffling her moan. He thrust into her faster, hitting the perfect spot each time and before Hermione knew it her hips were moving in time with his, their pace fast; and he felt the familiar tightening of her walls around him. Hermione released a guttural moan as she came around his fingers, her chest heaving. Draco removed his fingers from inside her and licked them clean, reveling in her taste.

Hermione smiled at him, a light pink covering her cheeks. "I want you."

Draco's eyes widened, practically falling out of his head. They hadn't had sex in months, he was nervous he would break a boundry she didn't want broken, that she was too induced in a blissful haze to realize what she was saying. If she really wanted this he wouldn't be able to make himself stop. He liftened himself away from her and onto his knees.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Hermione said, sitting up and placing a kiss on his cheek. She swallowed through the tears that had suddenly flooded her eyes. "I missed you, I miss you all the time and I am done with missing you when I have you right here."

"I am never going anywhere. Ever." Draco's voice took on a strained sound as he leaned over her, both of their bodies pressing against each other tightly. He removed his boxers in one movement, his shaft hovering right at her entrance.

He pushed slowly into her, groaning at her tightness as he stretched her open. He moved slowly inside of her, both moaning at the new friction, and Draco moved slowly inside of her, her hips moving in time with his. He slid out of her easily, going a little faster every now and then or slowly thrusting himself into her completely.

"Faster." She whimpered.

"I want to make love to you. Slowly and passionately."

Draco continued his slow thrusts, feeling every little contraction of her muscles. His shaft hitting the perfect spot with every movement. Hermione could feel the sensations from their love making start to build. The pressure in her stomach and the tingling that made her body ache. Her moans filled the room, surging Draco with electricity.

"Cum for me love."

Hermione felt herself let go, and Draco noticed it too. He felt her walls clench around him and her hips slowly rocking against him as she came; it was such a powerful feeling and it happened so calmly Hermione almost wanted to cry at the beauty of it. Draco thrust into her until she was off of her high before he pumped into her with everything he had. Hermione cried out at the sudden change of tempo, not that she was complaining. He was painfully filling her with his member, his speed consistently faster than before. Hermione locked her legs behind his knees, her hands finding their way to his shoulders for support. Every movement he made he was deeper inside of her, faster. Until Draco felt himself harden even more inside of her.

"Mark me." Hermione moaned, her mouth claiming his in a quick kiss.

Draco pumped into her harder a few more times before he felt her walls clench around him, and he found himself cumming hard inside of her; his teeth peircing her delicate throat. Hermione let out a screaming moan as she came, her hips grinding tightly against him as she road out her orgasm. Too soo Draco's teeth retracted from her neck and he pushed himself up on his elbows to look at her, his hips gently moving against hers while she finished comepletely.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you too." He smiled down at her, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Again." Hermione said.

"I love you." Draco chuckled.

"That's not what I am talking about." She murmured, clenching her walls around him; earning her a little moan and a jerk of the hips from him.

"You're going to be exhausted love."

"I don't care. Its been months. That's months that we have to make up. Now shut up and make love to me." She grabbed the back of his head, bringing his lips down to hers.

The best part of being a Veela was that he never got tired of touching her and wanting to be with her and doing all of these things. The best thing about being the mate of a Veela was that they never got tired of touching her and wanting her and doing what she asked. And never in her life had she ever felt so fucking good.