Back in Hogsmeade
There was the alarm ringing throughout her house again, accompanied by insistent knocks on her door; Hermione looked at the clock beside the bed and it let her know it was three a.m.
She had been sleeping for just under two hours since her grilled-cheese snack and Draco's unexpected visit.
She closed her eyes, hoping whoever or whatever was at her door would go away.
But they didn't.
Fuck. She cursed, getting got out of bed, wand in hand and marching to the door, ready to hex whoever thought it a good idea to mess with a pregnant lady at that hour.
But when Hermione opened the door...
"Draco? You again. What the fuck do you want?" She was confused – and furious – he had returned after leaving without a word about an hour ago.
He walked in without waiting for an invitation this time, an arm wrapping around her while the other was on her face.
"I fixed it all, love. I told my parents everything and-"
"Fixed it all?" she shouted, pushing him away. "You think telling your parents about us now changes anything? Two months too late, Malfoy!" she glared at him. "Get out."
"No, Granger, please, I love you." He seemed desperate, his rumpled clothes and the dried blood on his chin adding to his look of despair.
"Get. Out!"
"We can marry now, love."
Hermione laughed harshly, "You've got to be fucking kidding me! You. Are. Already. Engaged!"
"Please, listen to me... I don't want any other woman, I thought marrying Astoria would appease my parents and allow me to live my life with you-"
"In hiding!" she interrupted him. "As if our love is something to be ashamed of!"
"We hid it for four years, I thought-"
"And yet you promised me." She interrupted him, her eyes filling up with tears. "You whispered those damn words in my ear every week since the first time we slept together. We hid for convenience, to avoid drama, yes! But if you had asked- if you had talked to me, we would've faced your family and my friends together!" she was panting.
"I see it now!" Draco shouted in exasperation. "I should never have agreed to hiding that I had you!" he was right on her again in seconds, holding her against his chest, securing both of her hands behind her back to avoid being hit or hexed. "You're not a woman to be hidden, Granger. You're a witch any man would be proud to call his." He smiled, his eyes showing her how desperate he was. "You have no idea all that you mean to me, how you impacted my life. You turned my whole sense of self upside down from the very first moment I met you."
"What?" She looked at him with a frown, not expecting the conversation to go that way. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You weren't supposed to exist." he explained, a look of adoration filling up his face. "I was raised to believe people like you were nothing but dirt, lesser wizards and witches, unworthy of the magic they possessed. And yet, you bested me in all classes."
Hermione stopped trying to free her arms, staring into his eyes, knowing her rational thoughts would lose the battle against her heart's desires if he kept looking at her like that.
"Year, after year," Draco continued. "You were there beating me on every class, every subject. Then you physically assaulted me and I... I couldn't stop thinking about that, about you. Ask any of my friends – they were sick of hearing about you after third year."
"Draco-"
"Then the TriWizard Tournament." He didn't let her stop him from spilling his heart. "And Krum, of all people, wanted you. In my fourteen-year-old mind one of my idols, a pureblood wizard like Krum, wouldn't want you if you were dirt. And the Yule Ball... fuck. That was the night I began to hate Krum. You were everything, Granger... a princess – a gorgeous, smart, brave, mouthy, princess." he sighed. "Ask Pansy about that night- actually, don't, don't ever ask Pansy about that night." he grimaced.
Hermione's curiosity was instantly piqued. "You know I'll ask her at first opportunity."
"Fuck. Fine, things can't get any worse than they already are." He softened his hold around her. "What I'm trying to say is: I've loved you, Hermione Granger, since I was too young to understand what love was."
Hermione closed her eyes momentarily, trying to hold herself together.
But Draco went on: "To have you and lose you because I was an idiot and then find out you were pregnant with Weasley's children... it broke me, love." he tentatively kissed the corner of her mouth. "But the worst was to hear you say, hours ago, that I did put these babies in you but you are giving them the Weasley surname." He hissed in anger. "I was raised to be proud of my family name, Hermione – every wizarding family raises their kids to love and honour their family... and you are about to give my children to the Weasleys!"
She rolled her eyes, regaining a little bit of control over her body front of his man-caveness, "That's not honour, it just means you're a possessive idiot, Draco."
His grey eyes darkened and she recognized that feral look, "You know me, Granger." He spoke in a low voice, his lips rubbing lightly on hers as he spoke. "I'm a spoiled brat who doesn't share his things." He bumped his nose on hers, making her raise her head to look into his eyes. "And you, love, you are mine." He tilted his head to the side, keeping their lips rubbing and the intense eye-contact, "My most loved and cherished possession."
Hermione shivered at the feeling of his breath on her face, his expensive cologne playing havoc with her senses.
"I'm not a possession." she argued, but her body was melting against his.
"You're mine, Hermione Granger. You have my heirs in your womb and you'll soon have my ring on your finger."
She shook her head, but couldn't hold in the whimper that left her throat when he licked her bottom lip.
"Let me stay the night, love." he whispered, still teasing her with his lips and tongue.
"No."
"Tell me you still want me." He sucked on the lip he had just licked.
She trembled against him, refusing to reply out loud, for her hormone-driven body was betraying her mind.
"Let me stay, love." Draco insisted. "I had the longest, most stressful day of my life... I just need to sleep here, near you. In this home that I love."
She huffed, her resolve breaking, "Fine. You can have the spare bedroom for tonight!"
He smiled, accepting her small concession, "I'll take it." Then he let go of her hands.
Hermione immediately took a step away from him, trying to think over the fog of desire in her head. "You can't turn my life upside down and then come back saying you fixed everything and expect me to just forget the past two months!" She took a deep breath. "You want to stay the night – fine! Stay the night. I can see that you're wearing the same clothes from yesterday morning, and I know that's not normal."
"Don't remind me." He grimaced.
They stood in silence for a long moment, just looking at one another.
"Do you need anything?" Hermione asked. "A pain-potion? A towel? Spare trousers? You left a pair in the laundry room."
"Yes. That would all be perfect, love."
"Stop calling me that, Draco." she retorted in annoyance, going to the corridor that led to the bedrooms.
He just smiled and followed her.
Once Draco had gone to the hallway bathroom to shower, Hermione returned to the living room and floo-called a wizarding all-night restaurant that delivered food by floo on special boxes that kept the soot out of the meal.
She had just ordered fish and chips and now she waited for it to be delivered, angry at herself for allowing Draco to get under her skin after everything.
Stupid. Stupid! Hermione admonished herself.
She had taken pity on him, on his hurt and dishevelled state; and his words had obviously affected her – even though they were spoken too late.
Fucking frustrating man!
After twenty minutes under the hot water spray of the shower, Draco exited the bathroom in a cloud of fog and walked to the kitchen dressed only in a green towel.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hermione's voice surprised him. She was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island having fish and chips.
"I'm sorry, I thought you had gone to bed, already."
"Obviously, I haven't." she replied coolly, glancing at him and finding herself unable to not ogle his wet, half-naked body.
He then noticed the plate in front of her. "Why are you having fish and chips at four in the morning?"
"I'm hungry, Draco." She replied honestly. "Two weeks ago I couldn't keep nearly anything down, now I'm always hungry."
He gave her a sweet smile, looking down her belly with warm eyes, running a hand through his magically dried hair.
Hermione stopped half-way to putting a chip in her mouth as she watched his biceps move as he touched his hair. Then her eyes travelled to his shoulders – the strong shoulders she used to hold on to while he pounded her against the wall.
She lowered her gaze to his chest – the chest she splayed her hands on to hold herself up when riding his cock; her eyes went down his abs and tapered waist – where she used to wrap her legs around while he fucked her under him, arms bound above her head.
Hermione licked her lips, looking further down to the towel-covered area.
Draco groaned low, "Fuck, Granger. I'm not strong enough for this." he walked towards her slowly, like a predator rounding his prey. "You can't keep eyeing me like that and not expect me to react, love."
Hermione fixed him with a pondering gaze, her heart starting to beat faster as he approached her.
Draco noticed how she remained in place clearly thinking of what to do.
"Tell me you don't want this love," he said in a low voice. "Tell me to go."
She gulped, unable to make her mouth work to order him out of her house.
"Do it, Granger!" he ordered in a low and lust-filled voice, stopping a foot away from her.
Hermione turned him, her body calling for his, heart and desire finally winning the war against her mind.
"It won't change anything." She said, licking her lips.
And her answer had Draco wrapping his arms around her, one hand holding her waist while the other fisted her curls, pulling her head back.
"Say it, Granger. Let me hear you say that you want me." he asked, looking into her eyes, feeling her body melting against his.
She shook her head, denying him what she obviously desired.
But he knew her body as well as his own.
"But you do, love." He murmured as he ran his nose down her neck, biting the curve of her neck, needing to taste her, mark her.
"This won't change anything." she repeated breathlessly.
Draco silenced her by covering her lips with his, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and swallowing her soft moans. His fist in her hair holding her head firmly against his, keeping her close to his body, fucking her mouth with his tongue until she was whimpering.
Hermione moaned in the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing her body on his.
Draco was close to losing his mind to the pleasure of having her in his arms again.
He let out a growl at the back of his throat and trailed kisses down her neck, "I'm not backing out, Granger." He gave her one last chance to stop that. "If you don't want to be under me, with my cock deep in your cunt in the next five minutes-"
She fisted a hand in his hair and pulled, hard. "If I didn't want this, you would be passed out and hexed on my floor, Malfoy." She stared at him through lust-filled eyes, "But this changes nothing."
"We'll see." He smugly replied before hoisting her up and walking them to her bedroom – once their bedroom.
"What?" She scoffed, biting his bottom lip. "You think I'll just forgive everything because you fuck like a dream?"
He dropped her on the bed, her face eye-level with his navel, "I've apologized, love."
She shook her head, "Words, Malfoy. Words won't erase what I felt; what you thought was alright doing..." she pulled the towel off of him, circling his hard cock with on hand and pumping.
He hissed in pleasure, "I'll apologize for the rest of my life, Granger. You're mine."
"I'm no one's." She glared at him before circling the head of his cock with her tongue.
He moaned, looking down at her lips stretching around his girth.
Fuck. He could barely believe that was happening; after the long awful day he had had, he was now having his cock sucked by her sweet mouth.
"Yes, love." He whispered as she began fondling his balls while she worked her lips and tongue around him. "Such a good girl."
She hummed and the vibration went straight down his cock, making him fist a hand in her hair; she had to stop or he wouldn't last.
"Stop it, Granger." He ordered, pulling on her curls to make her lift her head away from his dick, and lowered his lips to hers. "Fucking cocksucker." He sucked her bottom lip while using both hands to pull her shirt off.
He gaped at the sight of her naked breasts. "Holy fuck, they're bigger."
Hermione blushed, but didn't cover herself. "They do look a bit... much."
"No." He licked his lips, never taking his eyes from her large breasts. "They're fucking amazing." He kneeled on the floor between her legs and took one tit in each hand, licking the valley between them before capturing a nipple in his mouth.
"Fuck, Dray..." She moaned, touching a hand to his hair, gasping as he nipped and sucked on her tits.
He hummed, letting go of one breast to suck on the other.
Hermione looked at the pure pleasure on his face as he feasted on her tits and she knew she shouldn't have allowed things to get that far, but seeing him nearly naked after all he had told her about loving her since third year, added to her own hormone-filled body, she was about to combust – and going to bed to finger herself when he was in the house seemed just absurd.
She watched him lick and suck on her tits with hunger, "They're probably gonna get bigger."
Draco moaned. "Bigger? Ooh fuck, Granger." He sucked hard on her left nipple.
"I assume you like that?" she gasped, a little insecurity in her voice.
He rubbed his face on her tits, "I love them." And he was sucking on them again.
"Fuck." she was squirming on the bed, needing some friction between her legs. "Please, Draco..." She breathlessly begged.
He gave her nipples one last suck and smirked: "Lie down in the middle of the bed, love."
Hermione obeyed without a second thought, and he pulled her pyjama pants and knickers off.
"Look at you." He groaned, his eyes roaming over her curvaceous form, kneeling on the bed between her legs and kissing her round lower belly, before lowering his mouth to her pussy. "I'll eat this cunt until you scream... then I'll fuck you while sucking on those delicious tits."
Her breath hitched as she watched him lower his head to her centre, certain she might regret that in the morning, but the thought of stopping now had her whole body shivering in protest.
She felt his thumbs opening her up and his tongue dipping into her cunt.
"Fuck." She gasped, reaching for him, running her hands in his hair, the sight of his head between her legs making her nearly lose her senses. His tongue lapped at her entrance, slowly fucking her. "Yes, Dray. So good..."
He nipped and sucked on her clit and she moaned loud, needing to feel him inside of her.
"I need-" she gasped.
"You need something to fill up your cunt, love?"
"Yes. Please."
He thrust two fingers into her, curling them to reach her g-spot while he sucked on her clit again.
"Oh, gods, Draco!" she shouted, throwing her head back.
"Keep your eyes on me, Granger." He ordered in a deep voice.
She forced herself to look at him but then he sucked hard and rhythmically on her clit and fucked her with three fingers, and she screamed, her legs trembling as a strong orgasm left her gasping but needy.
"I need more." She moaned.
"I know, love." He said, slipping his fingers from her cunt and sucking them into his mouth before crawling up her body, careful to hold himself on his elbows, inches above her, not pressing on her lower belly.
"Fuck me, Draco." She demanded.
He shook his head, looking into her flushed face, his lips parted as he revelled on her obvious need for him. "I'll take it slow, Granger. Make love to you with my cock buried so deep into your cunt it'll be impossible to tell where either of us ends or begins." He kissed down her neck, sucking on a nipple. "Mmm... I can't fucking resist these."
She groaned. "No. No love-making."
"Yes. Love-making." His lips were back on hers. "Because I love you."
He saw the spark of mischief in her eyes before she said: "You love a filthy mudblood, Lord Malfoy?"
He hissed. The little minx. "None of that tonight."
"Why not, Lord Malfoy?" she continued, running her tongue on his lips. "Afraid to admit you love a mudblood cunt?"
He rubbed his cock between her drenched folds.
"You're not making me take you hard and fast, Granger." He positioned the head of his dick at her entrance. "And I'm not name-calling the mother of my children."
She couldn't stop the warmth that spread all over her body as she heard him say that – but she wanted to be fucked. So she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him down, his cock slipping nearly fully inside of her.
"Fucking mudblood." He groaned in reflex.
"Yes!" she moaned.
"I don't want to hurt you, you minx!"
But she wasn't listening, the delicious pressure of being filled by his thick cock had her about to orgasm again.
"Move! Just move!" she shouted.
"No." He replied with a smirk.
The sight of that infuriating smirk had her blood boiling. "Get off of me!" she shouted. "Ginger!"
Draco froze as the sound of her safeword – she had only ever used it once before. So he rolled off of her and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard, looking at her, "What's wrong, love? Have I hurt you?"
Hermione jumped up and moved towards him fast, straddling his lap and impaling herself on his dick.
"Hermio-"
She slapped his face. "Shut up, Malfoy!" she moaned as she moved. "You- you sit there with your stupid mouth shut." She slapped him again.
"Fuck." He groaned.
"And... I'll use this cock to cum." She held onto his shoulders and moved up and down on his lap. "Oooh, yes!" no matter how many times she had him inside of her, the way he filled her always had her gasping in pleasure.
Draco fell silent watching that gorgeous woman sitting on him, her large breasts bouncing near his face. "You're a fucking dream, love."
"No!" She surprised him with another slap to his cheek. "Cut the loving shit, Malfoy!"
He snapped, one hand fisting in her wild curls while the other close around her throat. "You win, mudblood!" he growled, "Get on your hands and knees!"
"No!" she growled back, still fighting him. "Make me cum, now!"
He lowered the hand from her throat to her clit and caressed the hard nub.
"Fuck, yes!" she moaned, gripping his hair as another orgasm took over her.
"Cum for me, mudblood. Cum on my cock... fuck you're killing me, Granger." He moaned. "Fucking cunt gripping me."
"Hold me down and fuck me, Dray." She begged between breaths.
"Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me."
She gave him one more kiss before moving into position.
Draco stood up beside the bed and pulled her hips to the edge of the mattress, his hands falling on to her asscheeks in a series of slaps.
She moaned, her body no longer hers, he had her pliant under his hands – as he always had.
He fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her head back, ordering in her ear: "Tell me what you want, mudblood."
"Fuck." she whimpered. "Your cock... your pureblood cum."
He bit the curve of her neck as he pressed into her. "Look at this... so easy to slide right in. Cunt dripping in need for my cock."
"Yes... ooohhh, fuck." She moaned breathlessly.
Draco tugged on her hair harder, kissing and licking her neck, biting down again, slowing the speed of his thrusts, carefully hitting her g-spot as he lowered one hand between her legs, touching her clit.
And she screamed, a third climax making her arch and try to move away from him.
"No. Take it, mudblood." He groaned, holding her hips with both hands, never stopping thrusting, stretching out her orgasm. "Fucking hell, Granger... you're fucking tight!" he leaned over her and thrust slowly, taking just a few centimetres out of her and pressing in deep . "I can't... oooh... fuck."
"Yes... give me your pureblood cum."
"Fuck." And he couldn't stop his own climax, filling her up with thick ropes of cum that dripped down his balls and stained her inner thighs.
Hermione fell onto her side on the bed, careful not to lay on her belly, and closed her eyes, letting the feeling of being fully relaxed and comfortable lull her to sleep.
Hours later, Draco woke up feeling warm and comfortable, like he hadn't felt in a long time; his front was warmer than his back and one deep inhale let him know why: he had his arms filled with his witch, his hand laying protectively over her baby bump. He smiled against the mess of curls splayed on the pillow, pulling her even closer to him.
Hermione woke up with a soft moan, feeling deliciously sore in all the right places. She was comfortable and warm and she didn't even want to move and risk losing that.
But then she recalled the previous night.
Fuck.
She opened her eyes and forced herself to get out of bed, needing to get away from Draco's arms and use the loo.
"Where you going, love?" he whispered.
"Bathroom. And you should leave."
Draco sat up, his naked chest and tousled hair making her want to return to bed and rub against his stupidly attractive body and fuck him again.
"I'll pee." She said. "You'd better be gone when I come back, Draco."
He sighed. "Please, Hermione."
"No! I said this wouldn't change anything." She closed the bathroom door.
Draco ran his hand down his face, and threw his legs out the side of the bed, getting dressed slowly.
He knocked on the bathroom door once he was fully dressed and it was clear Hermione wasn't coming back to the room until left.
"I'll leave now, Hermione. But I will not give up on you and our babies. I'll apologize daily if I must. I love you."
Inside the bathroom, Hermione sat on the closed toilet, her head on her hands as she waited for him to leave.
His words making her close her eyes for a moment, wishing he had had that attitude months ago.
After a few minutes, she walked out of the bathroom and he was truly no longer there.