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Draco gulped. "Pre-pregnant. As in, about to have a baby pregnant?" The usual suave tone in his speech was replaced by a doubtful squeak.
Hermione smiled weakly and nodded. "Madame Pomfrey reckons that he's only a few weeks old."
Damn, Draco thought, we should've used some sort of contraceptive, but he couldn't help but feel a little pleased. "He, eh?"
Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. "I hope it's a little boy-a little boy exactly like you."
Draco chuckled. "Well, I hope it's a little girl- a little girl as beautiful as her mother." He warmed her fingers between his. "So if it's a little boy, what would we name him?"
"Draco Jr." Hermione answered back without a doubt.
"A little girl?"
"Heidi." Hermione replied.
"Heidi," Draco allowed the name to slip off his tongue. "It's lovely." He nodded his approval.
"Isn't it wonderful? We're going to have our own little family." She whispered.
Draco nodded, trying to hide the obvious joy in his usually stoic expression. There was no turning back now. "After we graduate, we can get married, eh? Then we can move into the Manor with my mother."
They were both quiet for a while, enjoying the silent company of each other.
"I was carrying a box of supplies to the Great Hall," Hermione began.
Draco silenced her with a finger. "Tell me later, when you feel better."
"No, no," Hermione pushed his finger away, "I'll tell you now." She sighed. "I guess I wasn't watching where I was going, and before I knew it, I was falling down stairs. Luckily the box broke my fall, but I still had a couple of fractured ribs. Harry and Ron took me to see Madame Pomfrey, who insisted on them leaving while she ran a full body scan on me to make sure my ribs were the only thing injured. I had fallen asleep from the pain, but when I woke up, she came over and congratulated me. She told me I was going to be a mum! I couldn't wait to tell you, but she made me wait until you returned. [pause] She has me in bed all today." Hermione pouted.
"You need the rest, love." Draco placed a hand on her stomach, knowing that he now had not one, but two loves of his life.
As Madame Pomfrey had promised, Hermione was up and running by the next day, ready to face the dangers of the world! For the entire next week, she did nothing but talk about how she was planning on a trip back home so she could tell her parents the good news.
"Can't it wait?" Draco's eyes pleaded her. It was Friday, and Hermione planned on going home for the coming weekend.
"Draco, these are my parents. They've supported me for 18 years, they will be happy for me, I promise." She crawled on top of him and lay there, staring into his eyes for the longest time before leaning in and dragging him into a hot steamy kiss.
"I love ya." Hermione moaned into his mouth as their tongues continued to play tonsil hockey. Draco slowly reached up her thigh, grabbing her arse, which made her moan even louder..
"I love you more." Draco murmured, detaching his lips from her's and blowing kisses from her neck down to her shoulders...
Hermione had missed dinner again. Harry knew that she was hiding something from them, and he need to find out, fast. After finishing his dinner, he quickly excused himself from the Gryffindor table and briskly walked out the doors of the Great Hall. He ran and skid the whole way to the Head common room, only stopping momentarily to catch his breath before he muttered the password, having overheard it from Hermione, and was invited into the room. Moans and laughter could be heard from Hermione's room. "Hermione..Hermione.." a man's voice screamed over and over again in pleasure. Harry ran up the stairs, two steps at a time until he reached Hermione's door, his eyes flashing red. He leaned against the door, oh how he wished he had those extendable ears that Fred and George had invented, but even without them, he could hear the unmistakable moaning of pleasure and the creaking of the bed. Harry stood, one hand poised to knock on the door.
They rocked the bed dangerously. "Hermione, you dirty beast," Draco managed to utter before she had pinned him down once again, kissing him roughly and shagging him crazy, thrusting her entire body up and down on top of his erect cock.
"Hermione!" a voice could be heard through the door calling out her name.
Hermione payed no attention, but instead flipped over so that now she was on the bottom and Draco was on the top. "Harder, harder, HARDER." she screamed into his ears as she arched her back, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. Draco complied, thrusting into Hermione and drawing back out, harder and faster than he ever had before, until he collapsed onto Hermione, not bothering to draw himself out.
"HERMIONE!" this time the voice was laced with urgency.
"Don't you think you should get the door?" Draco whispered.
"Maybe he or she will get the point and leave us alone." Hermione flipped over and on top again, continuing where they had left off seconds ago. "Hermione...Hermione.." Draco screamed before releasing himself inside of her. Hermione laughed a low seductive laughter, never ceasing the grinding of her pelvis into Draco's erection. "You scream like a girl, Malfoy." Draco gasped for a breath before responding, "You do me like a pro." Hermione started grinding in a circular motion, leaning down to shower kisses along Draco's broad shoulders. Draco moaned as he felt the shuttle ready and set for lift off again.
"HERMIONE, OPEN THIS FUCKIN' DOOR!" The voice could only belong to one person, Harry Potter. He started pounding on the door.
Hermione groaned and rolled off Draco, both of them rushing to redress. She finished first and answered the door.
Harry was just about to start another pounding fit when the door opened and Hermione came out. Her hair was sticking up in a million directions, her lips red and swollen, he couldn't tell if she was wearing knickers or not but he suspected she wasn't, her shirt was buttoned all wrong, and she didnt seem to be wearing a bra, as he could see her aroused nipples through the thin male shirt. God, and what was that smell?! Hermione caught him staring and crossed her arms around her chest. "I'm kind of busy, Harry."
"Busy doing what? Screwing someone?" Harry's eyes wandered into her room, looking for another male figure, which he could easily do, standing at least 6 inches taller than Hermione. Hermione shut the door behind her back. "What is it to you?" She rolled her eyes, she couldn't believe she was having this conversation with anyone, let alone her best friend.
"Who is he?" Harry demanded. Hermione was unrelenting, standing with her back pressed up against the doorknob. She rolled her eyes. "No one you care about, Harry."
"Oh, I care. Now move!" When Hermione didnt budge, he pushed her roughly aside, flinging open the door. "I need to see the face of the man you've been hiding from me so long."
Draco stood up, dropping his shirt back down as the door swung open. Harry's eyes swept over his body, the bulge between his legs still huge and visible. "Malfoy." He said first, disbelieving. "Malfoy?! Hermione, out of all the guys at our school you choose Malfoy?!" He looked from Draco back to Hermione, who had meekly entered the room, and back to Draco. "Have a nice fuck." He spat in disgust before whirling around and storming out the door.
Hearing the portrait slam shut, Draco turned around to find Hermione hugging her knees to her body, rocking back and forth-back and forth. Her lower lip quivered. "That wasn't the way i wanted him to find out about us." She whispered so softly even Draco could barely hear her.
"I'm sorry Hermione." He held out his arms, and Hermione fell into them, comforted by the warm embrace.