Eight days later
Another day, another morning greeting the toilet with her breakfast.
Hermione had had to force herself to go to work that morning, flooing straight from her living room into her office at the Ministry.
She had woken up terribly nauseated, the only thing that stayed down her stomach was chamomile tea and a couple of salty, crisp flat biscuits – and she hated those.
What a day that was shaping up to be.
But as Hermione stepped out of the fireplace, she found her office already occupied by someone she now, unexpectedly, considered a friend.
"Narcissa!" She exclaimed, suddenly not so dejected anymore. "Good morning. Sorry I'm late."
"No need for apologies, dear." The elegant blond woman stood up and hugged Hermione warmly. "How have you been this past week?"
"Nauseated." Hermione admitted, going to her chair. "And tired."
"Both normal symptoms."
"I know. That's what my doctor says."
"Doctor?" Narcissa frowned, a look of horror taking over her face, "You mean to tell me you're seeing one of those muggles that cut people up at hospitals and not a proper healer at St. Mungus?"
"They do not randomly cut people up, Narcissa." Hermione laughed. "I want to do things the muggle way. At least for now."
Narcissa clenched her jaw, clearly disapproving that idea. She couldn't believe that the witch carrying her grandchildren was being cared for by doctors that had to open people up to see what was going on with them and not by a healer that could properly care for her and the two precious magical babies inside of her!
"I'm fine, Narcissa. And so are my babies. If anything strange happens I'll immediately disapparate to St. Mungus."
"Promise?"
"I promise." Hermione said, not sure why she was reassuring Narcissa about her choice of medical care.
"Alright." Narcissa sat back on the chair in front of Hermione's desk, her expression of reluctant acceptance reminding Hermione of Draco's whenever she made him try some new food and he resisted.
"I brought you something." Said the blond woman, putting a fancy paper bag on the desk. "For the babies."
Hermione recognized the name of the expensive clothing store that bag had come from.
"You didn't need to." She said, almost afraid of touching it.
"I wanted to."
"But that store, Narcissa... I know it's not a cheap place."
"Of course it's not!" Narcissa exclaimed with a scoff. As if I'd buy cheap anything for my grandkids! She wanted to tell the witch in front of her, but held her tongue. "It's impolite to mention the price of a gift, Hermione." She motioned the bag. "Come on, open it!"
Hermione sighed and pulled the bag closer, reaching inside to pick up the individually wrapped baby clothes.
"Oh, my God!" Hermione exclaimed as she unwrapped the first one and saw the cutest little princess dress.
She kept on unwrapping them and gasping at each one. There were ten outfits total, five for each kid.
Hermione fell silent when she unwrapped the last one: a small suit and tie with tiny soft shoes imitating dragonhide. She wanted to cry as she imagined her little blond baby boy dressed exactly like his prissy father.
"These are all amazing, Narcissa. Thank you so much."
Narcissa smiled, "All these pieces can be magically increased up to a size two, so they will fit for a while."
Hermione seemed impressed. "I didn't know there were clothing designed to be altered."
"Now you do." Narcissa said, having noticed the way Hermione's eyes had lingered on the small suit.
Had Narcissa chosen one that looked exactly like the suit Draco usually wore? Obviously. And Hermione had noticed the similarity – and by the sadness in the witch's eyes, Narcissa was relieved to see that the young woman still loved her stupid son.
Narcissa was a mother on a mission, she was going to make Draco take control of his life, no matter how much it hurt him or the Malfoy's vaults.
And it better be sooner rather than later – for Narcissa was not going to sit down and watch her grandkids being born under the care of crazy muggle doctors and their scalpels!
Around noon, as the witches chatted animatedly inside Hermione's office, a tall blond man stood in front of the door, eying the name H. J. Granger in a plaque hanging from it with longing.
Her assistant's table was unoccupied, apparently Miss Frobisher hadn't returned from her lunch break yet, therefore Draco was alone and could let his mind wander.
He recalled one Saturday morning he had had to leave Hermione alone in bed to work on some documents in the spare bedroom they used as an office...
FLASHBACK
Draco had been working on his comfortable chair by his large workdesk for several minutes when he looked up and found Hermione leaning on the door frame staring at him with a smile; she was wearing a silk nightrobe – and he bet she was naked under it –, her curls were all over the place, her feet bare on the wooden floor, she looked gorgeous just like that.
"Come here, love." He said, pushing his chair away from the table to give her space to sit on his lap.
She walked to him but stood beside his chair, "What are you doing, Mr. Malfoy?" she coyly asked.
He smirked at her use of his surname. "Working, Miss Granger."
She gazed at him sensuously, "And you need those sexy glasses to read, sir?"
Draco smirked, knowing she went crazy when he was wearing his reading glasses.
She glanced at the paper in his hand and suddenly froze, all playfulness gone from her face as she frowned at what he was signing on, surprised by the numbers she could read on those transactions – they were big.
"Holy shit, Draco, I'd be terrified to sign on any payments as high as those." She whispered; the numbers in some lines of the table in the document he held went over 700 galleons; she didn't even want to see the total at the bottom.
"I'm used to seeing them, love." He shrugged.
She shook her head, "That's just too much, Draco. No one should have access to that amount of money."
He looked at her with a titled head, "So you're not interested in marrying me for the power of my money, Granger?"
She snorted, "As if. The only power you have that I'm interested in is the one inside your pants."
"Fuck, love." Draco dropped the paper and the quill on the table and stood up, pressing her against his desk, appreciating as always that she was a full head shorter than him, "You and that dirty mouth." He groaned before kissing her, holding her head in place by fisting her messy curls at the nape of her neck.
Her hands caressed his naked chest, as he thrust his tongue into her mouth and wrestled hers into submission, rubbing his hard body against hers sensually, making her moan and sigh.
The hand that wasn't in her hair ran up her body to untie her silken robe, exposing, as predicted, her naked body to his eyes.
"Look at you, love, so fucking delicious." He filled his hand with one breast, caressing her hard nipple, pulling and pinching it. "And all mine."
"Yes, sir." She moaned when he lowered his head to suck and lick on the other breast. "Yes... fuck me, Draco."
"No, love..." he let go of her nipple and stood tall. "You're being naughty this morning... coming here to distract me while I'm working."
"Ooh, I'm so sorry sir." She replied knowing what he was going to do to her and loving it.
"Apologies aren't enough, Miss Granger." He held her chin up towards his face before saying: "You deserve some punishment." he trailed kisses down her jaw, biting lightly at the curve of her neck, taking his time before giving her his order – knowing the anticipation would make her wild.
He removed her nightrobe, slowly letting it fall down her arms onto the rug. "Turn around, Miss Granger. Forearms and hands on the desk."
She tried not to look so eager as she turned and got in the position he had ordered.
"Such a good girl, following my orders." He said, touching the curve of her waist. "Getting ready for her spanking."
She nodded silently.
Then he kicked her legs apart.
"Arch your back, love, let me see my cunt."
She obeyed, trembling in anticipation.
"Such a tight pretty cunt." He praised her as he touched her ass with both hands and caressed her pussy lips with his thumbs, not pulling them apart though; just gently massaging her, making her squirm.
He smirked, touching her ass again and seeing her getting ready for the first slap.
But he had a different idea.
He raised his right hand and landed it hard – on her pussy.
Hermione yelped in surprise, feeling a wave of pleasure spread from her core to her limbs but biting her lip to not give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan.
Draco knew her body though, "Did you like that, love?"
"No."
He chuckled low, "You know denying me and lying to me will only lengthen your punishment."
She remained quiet.
He touched her pussy lips again, and delivered another slap.
This time she moaned.
"You're truly filthy, Granger." And he slapped her pussy again, making sure his large hand hit all of her slit.
"Fuck." She gasped, surprised at how much she was enjoying that.
He pulled her hips back, and delivered three more open-palm slaps between her legs.
Her legs trembled and she whimpered.
"I bet you're creaming yourself just by this." His voice heavy with lust.
She shook her head, but she knew if he checked he'd find she was close to dripping.
"Let's check, shall we?" He said in that posh tone of his.
And she felt one long finger running along her slit before he slipped it into her.
"Ooh, yes." He spoke with satisfaction. "Drenched for having her cunt spanked."
Hermione felt him lowering his sweatpants and the weight of his length touched her left asscheek. She nearly sighed in relief.
"Oh, so you think I'm going to fuck you now, Granger?" Draco said in a teasing tone.
She froze. Fuck, her punishment wasn't over yet.
He put the head of his cock between her pussy lips, pressing in just an inch.
"I could, yes. You're ready to get fucked hard." He seemed to ponder for a minute. "But, I won't. Not right now." He had to bite back a moan of his own as her walls clenched around the head of his cock, as if trying to pull him in deeper.
But he had a plan and he knew she was going to love it.
He fisted a hand in her hair, and sat back down on his chair, pulling her along with him and impaling her when she sat fully on his lap.
"OOOHH, FUCK!" she shouted, trying to stand up but being held firmly by an arm around her waist. The pleasure of being fully stuffed with his cock so suddenly had her squirming on his lap, needing to move; the pain and pleasure mixing in such a delicious way that just one good thrust away from an explosive orgasm.
"Stop moving, Granger!" he ordered in a strained voice, his hand tightening in her hair. "This is all a lying filthy mudblood is good for: to warm my cock while I finish working."
"Ooh, no." She whimpered.
"Ooh, yes. And if I feel your sweet cunt fluttering around me, I'll put you on your knees and fuck your mouth and I won't let you cum until tonight."
She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to ignore the absolutely maddening pleasure between her legs.
"Good girl." He said, watching her slowly melt on his lap, her head resting on his left shoulder.
"You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now, love." He whispered in her ear, caressing one breast, his thumb on her hard nipple. "Fully exposed on my lap, your soft skin all warm and flushed in desire, and your delicious hot cunt around my cock, gripping me tightly... begging me to fuck you."
Hermione let out a moan, her eyes closed shut and her hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Please..." she whispered needily.
"Shh, stay quiet now." He used magic to bring the chair closer to the table and picked up his quill again, lowering his eyes to his documents once more and returning to his duties.
Hermione loved and hated cockwarming, she knew Draco revelled on the control he had over her body and her pleasure – and she had to admit she loved that just as much. But she wanted to cum, he was filling her up so good, his hand on her breasts occasionally teasing her nipples.
She opened her eyes to glare at him but regretted it. "Fucking glasses." She breathed.
He chuckled. "Only you would be turned on by reading glasses, Granger."
"Please, sir..."
"I still have two more reports to read through, love."
"You're torturing me..." she moaned, willing her cunt not to clench but failing – the feeling of being so full was impossible to ignore.
"Use your safeword, love. If it's too much."
She scoffed indignantly, "I'd rather cum, have you fuck my mouth and edge me for the rest of the day."
He smirked and bit her earlobe, "That's my filthy girl."
She let out a gasp and closed her eyes again, focusing on the feeling of his cock nestled deep within her body.
He signed on the document he had been reading and picked up the second out of three.
That one was shorter and he signed it within a minute.
"Almost done, love. You're doing so well."
She whimpered, shifting her hips and instantly regretting it. "Oohh..." she moaned.
He cursed under his breath, adding: "Stay still, Granger."
"This is your fault." She said between breaths. "If you didn't have such a thick cock, I wouldn't be so close to fucking cumming..."
He hummed in pleasure at her words, signing the last report and slowly resting his quill on the desk.
"Spread your legs wider." He order, slipping one hand down her body, caressing her clit with a finger.
"So wet for me. I'll play with your pretty clit now."
"Ooh, yes... please!" she mewled.
"Just like this, Granger." He moved his hips slightly, making her feel him inside of her. "You're dripping down my balls, love. Such a hungry cunt."
"Yes. Yes, I am." She nodded, completely lost in the pleasure of being finally fucked towards bliss.
"You did so well, my perfect mudblood cunt." He felt her clench at the word, still surprised at how much she enjoyed that insult.
She looked at him with half-lidded eyes and parted lips and Draco groaned.
Cock-drunk, that's what she looked like.
He never stopped moving the hand on her clit, "So gorgeous."
She threw her head back, and he put his other hand on her neck.
"Please..." she moaned.
"Cum for me now, Granger." He played with her clit faster. "Make that cunt cum on my cock and I'll reward you with my cum."
And she screamed: "Fuck! Ooohh... yes. Don't stop! Draco!"
His eyes rolled in pleasure when his cock was bathed by the cream of her climax, her cunt tightening impossibly around him. Then he stood up, pushing her face-first onto his desk, fucking her from behind, hard and fast.
"Now you take it, Granger!" He held her down, moaning as his hips snapped furiously against her in the chase for his own impending climax. "You feel so.fucking.good." he marked every word with a hard thrust. "I'm gonna fill this cunt with my seed... my cunt... breed your delicious body." He growled as she clenched on him.
"Yes. Give it to me!" she demanded.
He suddenly stopped, keeping his cock deep inside of her.
She went wild under him. "No. No. Don't stop. Fuck me!"
"Feel that?" he asked in a lust-filled voice. "Cunt begging for me to fuck it. Such a filthy needy mudblood cunt. Say it, mudblood, let me hear it." He pressed even deeper.
"Please," she begged, her voice soft and filled with need. "I'll do anything... anything to have your cum, sir."
And her pleading did it for him. A handful of thrusts later he spilled into her, feeling her cumming again.
"Fucking witch... cumming from being filled with cum."
"Yes, I love it." She said between breaths, still shaking from pleasure.
Draco pulled her up and wrapped both arms around her, slowly turning her around and taking her lips in a long sweet kiss.
"I love you, Draco." She said, looking up at him with sparkling eyes.
He smiled, "I love you, Hermione Granger. And I'll marry you."
She chuckled...
END OF FLASHBACK
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco blinked, being brought back to the present as he realized someone was calling him.
"Are you ok, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Hermione's assistant.
"Yes." He said, clearing his throat. "Yes. I'm here for my mother."
"Of course, you can go right in, sir."
Draco nodded, "Thank you." And looked at the door again, wanting to go in as much as he wanted to leave; his chest feeling heavy at the thought of seeing Hermione now that he knew she was carrying Weasley's babies.
Will this pain ever go away? He wondered.
Maybe after the kids are born.
Then Draco imagined her holding and breastfeeding two redheaded babies, and the pain got worse.
Fuck.
"Mr. Malfoy?" her assistant asked in a concerned voice. "Do you need help, sir?"
"No, Miss Frobisher." He replied before knocking on the door.
"Come in!" he heard Hermione say from inside the room.
And Draco walked in just to find her, his mother and Pansy Parkinson sharing a laugh sitting on the sofa surrounded by bags of baby clothing.
"Hello, Drake." Greeted Pansy, using his hated nickname.
Draco arched an eyebrow at her, surprised by the unprovoked hostility. "Pansy." He said with a nod, looking at Hermione who sat beside the dark-haired with. "Miss Granger." He greeted her, looking at the cute little blue dress she held in her hands and feeling the pain in his chest turn sharper.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." Hermione replied with a weak smile, looking at another dress that Pansy had picked up from a bag and ignoring his presence.
Draco stood there looking at her; nearly two months had gone by since their break up – and not a day he hadn't missed her; he wanted to be the one taking her shopping for baby stuff, he wanted his ring on her finger, claiming her as his to the world.
He glanced at Hermione's hands, noticing there were no rings there and anger arose inside of him – Weasley hadn't even bothered to show the world he was marrying that amazing witch!
Well, said a voice in his head, you didn't even want to show her to your parents.
Fuck. He winced.
"Are you alright, Draco?" asked Narcissa.
Pansy looked at him with an angry gaze and added: "Haven't done any regretful things lately, have you, Drake?"
He saw Hermione look at her friend and shake her head.
So she told Pansy about us. He realized.
"I hope he hasn't, Pansy." Said Narcissa, looking at him with reproachful eyes. "I don't think I can handle anymore stupidities." She stood up. "I'll be going now, my dears."
"Thanks for all of this, Narcissa." Hermione pointed at the bags.
"Don't mention it, darling."
"Let me know when Astoria goes for tea at the Manor, aunt Cissy." Said Pansy, glancing at Draco. "I'd love to get to know her better."
Draco clenched his jaw, knowing that what Pansy wanted was a front-seat view at his disgrace.
"Of course, dear Pansy." Said Narcissa, hugging her. "That will be great."
Then Narcissa turned to Hermione and Draco watched his mother touch her baby bump, that sight robbing him of the ability to hear what was being said from then on, nothing but her baby bump filling his mind.
He had dreamed about that, had desired nothing else but to have a family with that brilliant witch, jokingly saying he had no idea what he dreaded the most: if their kids' swotiness or their heads of untamed curls.
And now she was pregnant with another man's babies and his own mother was taking her shopping, laughing with her, and caressing her rounded belly – helping the Universe rub on his face all that he had lost.
No. Not lost. Stupidly given up.
Draco vaguely registered Narcissa taking his arm and walking out of the Ministry beside him.
He wanted to go to his flat and sleep until that nightmare was over. For it had to be a nightmare. It was too much disgrace to be real: his upcoming wedding to an insipid woman, the increasing responsibilities at work plus the transition of his father's title to him – with its added duties. And to top it all the love of his life hated him and was pregnant and engaged to another man.
When the sunlight hit his face, Draco finally snapped out of his desperate thoughts and turned to look at his mother, "Why do you make me come fetch you whenever you have a meeting with her?"
Narcissa smirked at him, Took you long enough to notice that. "To make you see the amazing witch that you threw away."
Draco frowned, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. "Are you torturing me, mother?"
"Yes." Narcissa admitted. "You have allowed your father to control your life for too long, Draco. If you want Hermione, fight for her!"
"She's moved on!" He exclaimed, angry. "She has a baby-bump to prove it!"
Narcissa wanted to shout some sense into him, but 1) ladies didn't go shouting on the streets and 2) her son had to find out the truth by himself; wasn't there a saying that claimed suffering made one grow?
Well then, Narcissa had concluded that the only way for Draco to get out of his comfort zone and fight for what he wanted – for the woman he loved – was through pain.
"Accompany me home, Draco." She simply said, resting a hand on his arm and continuing to walk to the apparition point.