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Chap. 33 The NurseryAfter lunch Harry kept making conversation with Hermione and Draco, all the while Draco was barely fathoming what Harry was saying.
'Yeah, so Hogwarts is…………..'
That is all Draco heard Harry say before spacing out and thinking about having sex with Hermione once he left.
I'm going to be a father. I'M going to be a Father! He then stole a quick glance at Hermione, who was listening intently to Harry while eating her salad. She's so beautiful, my wife, my Hermione…the mother of my baby. She's going to be one of those mothers that all the baby's boy friends are going to talk nastily about! I better pre-approve all of my child's friends…My Hermione is too gorgeous for her own good.
'…then after United I want to…'
GOOD LORD POTTER! Let's hurry it up, okay? I have a beautiful wife to fuck…have sex with…shag…make love to…what ever she wants I'll give it. And what the fuck is this businessabout not having sex once she hits the sixth month mark! That's not good. I didn't forsee this. Not that I researched it at all, I wasn't really expecting Hermione to get pregnant anytime soon…it was of course inevitable though, not using protecting EVER. Oh well, it's not like I'm against it, but whenever we have sex it's usually a passionate spur of the moment kind-of-thing. And who wants to ruin a moment like that with a contraceptive spell? Not me.
Hermione's voice broke his concentration on sex.
'That sounds like a good idea, Harry, and I'd love to hear more, but Draco and I have to go to my parent's house soon and his mother's home to tell them the news.' Hermione told him.
I didn't know we were going to do that soon. But okay, I guess we have to eventually. FUCK! That means no sex now!
'Okay, well congratulations again, both of you. I'll see you Monday, Malfoy.' Harry said as sent his dishes over to the sink with a wave of his wand.
'Yeah, see you.' Draco replied solemnly. He really wanted sex.
Hermione kissed Harry's cheek just before he disapparated.
As soon as the smoke dissipated Hermione turned to Draco and grinned.
'I should owl my mother and tell her we're going to stop by soon.' Draco said to his wife.
'I think our parents can wait.' Hermione said nonchalantly.
'But I thought you just said—'
'I didn't want to be rude to Harry and kick him out without an excuse, Draco.' She said in a sexy voice that turned Draco on.
'What?' Draco asked slowly. He wasn't sure if Hermione wanted to be scandalous, or if she just wanted to have alone time…he hoped it was the latter.
Hermione stepped up against her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck. He instantly wrapped his arms around her still petite waist as she tiptoed up to talk in his ear.
'You know, Draco, I read that I should stretch a lot to become more flexible for when I give birth…' She then lowered her voice to a whisper, 'Would you like to assist me in becoming more flexible?'
'OH! I like where your head's at!' Draco cried happily.
Hermione giggled then began to move toward the staircase with his hand in hers. They both sprinted up to their bedroom.
Once inside, Draco kicked the door shut and then pressed Hermione up against it, leaning softly up against her.
He leaned down and kissed her softly, she kissed back fervently.
He ran his fingers down her side and then lifted her T-shirt over her head and threw it carelessly behind him.
He then placed his hands at her neck and kissed her more passionately this time. As they kissed he made a trail with his index finger down her throat and cleavage and ended abruptly when he reached her navel. He pulled away from her mouth and looked down at her stomach…a large smile formed on his face.
Hermione leaned against the door peacefully as she watched Draco's eyes avert to her stomach. Butterflies formed there when she saw him grin. She placed a hand over his, which was resting on her stomach, and he looked up at her with his overjoyed grin.
'I love you, Hermione.' He said softly.
Hermione blushed and looked away from him. He led her by the hand over to the bed. He gestured for her to sit, and she did. He whipped off his robes, leaving him in only boxers. He sat next to her and placed a hand on her chest, pushing her back on to the bed softly. She was lying on the bed, with her legs off the side of it, in a lavender lace bra and loose blue jeans.
Draco placed his arms gently on her sides and lifted her body up so it was fully on the bed. He then straddled her hips and kissed her lips, Hermione moaned as shivers ran down her spine. Draco then looked down at her stomach, leaned down and placed wet kisses on it. Hermione watched Draco care for her slightly swelled stomach.
'Is this how it's going to be when the baby is born?' Hermione asked suddenly.
Draco looked up after another kiss.
'What?'
'Are you going to be in the baby's nursery all day and night, giving the baby all of your attention and me none?' She asked jokingly.
Draco smirked at her.
'No…' He whispered as he slowly leaned up to her face, 'I'm going to be in the baby's nursery all day, and then I'll give you attention all night.'
He then placed his lips on hers and licked her mouth. She opened hers and let his tongue in as his hands lifted her torso so he could remove her bra. He tossed it to the side. His hands then slid to the front of her and he placed his hands on her breasts and began massaging them, but he barely squeezed anything before she whined and grabbed his hands and pushed them away from her. She gasped a little in pain.
'I'm so sorry, baby, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to! What's wrong, love?' Draco asked rapidly, feeling horribly.
He sat back a bit so she could sit up. She began rubbing her breasts softly.
'No, it's okay, baby. They are sore, it's normal…I forgot to tell you.' She said softly as she continued rubbing herself.
Draco watched her and almost began drooling.
'Hermione…I should tell you…it's really hot watching you touch yourself like that…'
Hermione looked up at him sharply.
'What?' She asked with a chuckle.
Draco laughed hoarsely.
'I'm sorry,' he said, 'I ruined the moment there didn't I?'
'No, I did by making you stop touching me.'
'It's not your fault, I'm glad you pushed me away, I don't want to hurt you.'
Hermione leaned in to him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and laid her back down.
He moved his lips to her neck and moved them to the top of her breasts.
'Can I…do this?' Draco asked. He then placed kisses on her chest and put his tongue to work.
Hermione moaned and tilted her head back, telling him that was a perfectly fine thing to do. Her hips and lower back also arched into him, which was the cause of his hand sliding down to the zipper of her jeans.
He worked his hand painfully slow as he unzipped her and pushed the top of her jeans down below her hips. Hermione moaned, feeling his fingers down by her wetness. He slid his hand under her panties and rubbed two fingers against her folds. Hermione gasped and lifted her hips to brush more against him.
He continued to suck softly on her breasts and he entered a finger inside of her. After a few moans from Hermione, he shoved another finger inside her. He stretched her and felt her walls squeezing around his fingers.
Hermione tried moving her legs further apart but Draco's body and her jeans prevented this.
'Draco,' She panted, 'I need…I need…'
Although she couldn't spit out what she needed, Draco knew. He lifted off of her and pulled down her jeans, along with her lavender panties. He threw both of them to the side just before removing his boxers.
He then moved to the bed, in-between her legs this time.
He leaned down and placed his lips on her stomach once more, kissed it, and then moved his lips down to her wetness. Because he already fingered her a bit, she worked up a lot of natural fluid, which Draco lapped up before sticking his tongue inside her, working her some more.
Hermione shuttered as he sucked on her. Her hands flew down to his head and held his face as she moaned throatily.
After a few more minutes of foreplay Draco lifted his face up and leaned up and kissed her forehead. While he was lifting his body forwards and kissing her, he suddenly gasped for air. He felt Hermione's soft hand move to his penis and began stroking it roughly. Draco placed his elbows on the sides of her face to steady himself as she continued pumping him. He began panting near her ear, unknowingly turning Hermione on more and more.
I can't believe I can make Draco create noises like that… Hermione though to herself.
Draco's moans even started hitching, and his pants got higher and higher as Hermione pumped faster and faster. She could feel him hardening in her hand.
'Oh no…' Draco whispered. 'Here it comes,' He told himself, more than her. But she heard and stroked him more firmly until she felt him release all over her hand. He sighed loudly after he did so. Hermione removed her hand and lifted up to where he could see it. He watched her as she began licking her fingers.
'Oh god…' He moaned again. 'No more foreplay.' He said quickly.
He lifted his hips over hers and pushed his very turned on member into her wetwarmth. She gripped the pillow above her as soon as she felt him inside. She sighed loudly in ecstasy as he began to rock inside of her.
He thrust in and out of her rapidly as she lifted her legs up around his waist. She began moving with him and it didn't take either of them long to hit their peaks and orgasm.
After a few passionate minutes, Draco released his seed into her and then pulled out of her and collapsed his body next to her.
He rolled over so he was looking into her eyes and he laid his arm loosely over her stomach.
'Promise me,' he said with difficulty, 'that…we don't…stop…that…after you…have the…baby.'
Hermione laughed, also with difficulty.
'I promise.'
Draco's POV
Well, Hermione is in her fifth month now and we still get to have sex! I try to shag her at least ten times a week, God knows I'm going to be craving that and going through withdrawals once her fucking sixth month comes along.
She's actually doing really well with the moodiness or whatever, maybe that doesn't come until later, but she hasn't been really grumpy lately. As long as I wait on her hand and foot 24/7 she's happy with me. And there is no way I am going to argue with her and NOT do whatever she says, because if she gets mad at me, we all know what that means! NO SEX! And we can't have that now can we? No, no, no. That would be bad. B-A-D.
My lovely Hermione seems to get brighter and brighter everyday, though. This pregnancy business has really done well for her complexion. Or maybe I just think she looks brighter because she's carrying my child. My Baby is carrying my baby! I'm really very proud of her.
My mother stops over nearly almost every day, she even interrupted me and Hermione a few days ago…I wasn't too happy with Mother that day, but Hermione insisted on answering the front door.
That little red head also visits too much, she drags Potter along most of the time too. It's a shame Hogwarts doesn't carry out into the summer, but now that lil' Weasley has graduated she wants to spend every fucking waking moment with Hermione. They do a lot of baby shopping which is good I guess, cause I rather not. Potter and I just watch television, play Quidditch, or go to the pub while our girls our out.
Hermione's POV
I'm so sore all the time…first from carrying the baby, but then also cause of me and Draco's actions. I don't want to give up either, especially since I won't be able to make love to Draco after the end of this month…usually the woman goes through moods, but it's Draco that is moody. He always is muttering around the house about Ginny, Harry, his mother, and my sixth month coming up, but I can't blame him I guess. It's a lot harder for guys to withhold from sex than for women I think.
My mother is always trying to give me tips "Sleep on your left", "Eat lots of carrots", "Get Mozart and have the baby listen to it", "Make sure you and Draco both talk to the baby". I love the woman but she is very bossy sometimes…I guess that's whom I got it from.
Narcissa is over a lot, always wanting to spend thousands on decorating the baby's nursery. It's awfully nice of her, but she's over just a bit too much and I can tell Draco hates it. Besides, Narcissa also keeps insisting we find out the sex of the baby so she knows what color unicorn statue she should get. First of all, Draco would puke every where if a unicorn was in the baby's room, and second, Draco and I don't want to learn the sex of the baby. We want it to be a surprise.
The only real comfort is Harry and Ginny. They always entertain Draco and me. Ginny and I go shopping and she's always lots of fun. She's an apprentice right now for Madam Malkins, so she has lots of information about the new styles coming in, even house furnishing designs that are very useful when planning the baby's nursery decorations.
Draco and I have also been batting around different names for the baby, both boy and girl names. We both love the name Madeline for a girl and Andrew for a boy. I think Draco wants a little boy.
Draco's POV
Hermione and I have been swapping names recently, since nine months will be here sooner than later. We both love the name Amaury for a girl, so I could call her Amy, and Damien for a boy, it sounds tough and it's French for "untamed"…sounds like my kind of man. I think however I would like a little girl, but I'm sure I'll change my mind lots before Hermione gives birth, and once she does, what ever gender the baby is, I know that I will not ever second-guess me wanting that gender. I hope I don't pass out from being scared, nervous and excited all at the same time…I've heard stories about husbands passing out during labor, and I've always laughed at them…but now that it's me in their shoes…I wish I could go back and shake their hands and ask them how it felt when they first saw their newborn…I can't even imagine the feeling, but I'll know it soon.
It was October 1st, nearing the end of Hermione's sixth month, five o'clock in the afternoon when the small Malfoy family heard their doorbell chime.
Draco and Hermione were sitting together in the Entertainment room watching a movie.
Neither of them rose, but Hermione stared at Draco wondering if he was going to get up. Draco just kept watching the screen, his arm draped around Hermione for quite sometime now, which is why he was startled when he felt her move.
'Where are you going?' Draco asked as the doorbell chimed for the third time.
'I'm getting the door, someone is ringing the bell.'
'Hilde'll get it.' Draco said reaching out to her.
'I gave them the day off.'
'AGAIN?'
'Draco, that was months ago when they got ONE DAY off.'
The door chimed again.
'Hermione, we really have to work as a couple when you decide things like that.'
'Why? It's not that big of a deal, Draco.'
'Yes it is, now sit down and I'll get the door.' He said, quickly jumping up from the over-stuffed couch and running toward the foyer.
'But Draco—'
'NO BUTS! Sit your pregnant ass on the couch!' He called back.
Hermione laughed softly and obeyed.
Draco smiled proudly to himself as he walked to the door, which chimed for the fifth time.
'I'm COMING!' Draco shouted.
He opened the door and was greeted with a 'FUCK YOU!'
'Blaise!' Draco cried with a smile.
'Don't you "Blaise" me!' Blaise Zabini said like an angry ex-girlfriend.
Draco tried again. 'Uhh…Zabini!'
'NO! You fucker! My best friend can't even tell me when he fucked up his wife! What the fuck is that? How could you forget to tell me?'
'Oh fuck! I'm sorry, Blaise. I've been so busy with Quidditch, my Mother, Hermione and baby stuff, I forgot, those are no excuses, but it's all I have. Shit! I'm so sorry!'
'I had to find out from Lavi! She came over today and said, "Blaise, I want a baby! Hermione gets one and I want one too!" I told her she was crazy and that Draco's girl wasn't pregnant and she said, "Draco didn't tell you? 'Mione is nearly six months along, I heard it from Ginny Weasley." I nearly slapped her, Drake!-well, not really-I felt like punching you though!'
Draco was trying his best to withhold laughter.
'I'm sorry, man, I really am. I didn't think you'd care anyway.'
'You're my man! How can I not care? You got your girl knocked up, way to go!'
'You haven't changed a bit.' Draco said with a laugh.
'Yeah, well let's hope not. Where's the little wife?' Blaise asked, stepping inside the Manor.
'In the Entertainment Room, c'mere.' Draco said as he closed the front door.
He then led Blaise to Hermione, who was lying on the couch watching "Cry Baby". She giggled softly.
''Mione baby, we have a visitor.' Draco said as he entered.
Hermione lifted her head and grinned.
'Well, well, Blaise Zabini!' She said with a smile as she stood up, 'How are you?'
'Could have been better if your husband could have had the courtesy to tell his best friend that he was going to be a dad!'
Hermione looked at Draco incredulously.
'You didn't tell your best friend?'
'Don't you start with me, too.' Draco said threateningly.
Hermione just smirked at him and turned back to Blaise.
'How is the baby treatin' you?' Blaise asked, 'You sure don't look as big as others I've seen; my aunt is pregnant and she's like a blimp.'
Hermione and Draco both laughed.
'It's a girl I bet.' Blaise commented, 'Girls are always smaller.'
'That's not true.' Hermione replied, 'I haven't read that at least. I think it's going to be a boy.'
'You don't know?' Blaise asked.
'Nah, we don't want to know. We want it to be a surprise.' Draco told him.
'What? Why the fuck is that? Don't you want to know what color clothes to get, and what names to pick out, and what color to paint the room and shit like that?'
'We aren't buying clothes yet, except for gender-neutral things,' Hermione said.
'And we are picking out both girl and boy names we like,' Draco explained.
'And I think we are going to paint the nursery a soft yellow, it's neutral.' Hermione smiled.
Blaise lifted in eyebrow in disgust and looked at Draco.
'Your letting her paint the room "soft yellow"?' Blaise asked.
Draco shrugged. 'We haven't decided 100 percent yet.'
'Wow.' Blaise then made a whip sound.
'Shut up.' Draco snapped.
'Well, I'll let Mr. and Mrs. Granger-' Draco flicked off Blaise as he said this, 'have the rest of the night alone like their original plans. When is the baby due?'
'December 27th.' Hermione said.
'Well, Drake, make sure you don't forget about me when the baby is born. I want to see little Blaise or Blaisarina soon after it's born NOT six months later.'
Both Draco and Hermione cringed at "Blaisarina".
'Thanks for stopping by.' Hermione said politely as Draco and Blaise walked back into the foyer.
'Yeah, I'm sorry again about the whole…'
'Forgetting about Blaise part?' Blaise suggested.
'Yeah, that.'
'It's okay. Your little wife looks hot still by the way.' Blaise commented.
'Ha! Thanks, she's my trophy wife.' Draco joked.
'I'll talk to you soon then,' Blaise said going to the door.
'Yeah, thanks for coming over, see you.'
After letting Blaise out, Draco went back to Hermione in the Entertainment Room to finish watching their movie.
It's a month later and Hermione, Draco, Harry, Ginny, Narcissa, Anne, and Richard are all inside the future baby nursery (Blaise was invited, but he declined because then Lavender would want to go and he didn't want to be bombarded with questions like "Why can't we get married?" "Why can't we have a baby?" and Draco's personal favorite, "Why can't you be more like Draco?"). Everyone just got back from shopping together for baby supplies and nursery supplies. They were finally going to decorate the room and finish it today.
'I'm so glad you agreed to paint the baby's room mint instead of yellow.' Draco said to Hermione, who was next to him, as everyone began pulling out paintbrushes. 'Yellow is so…cheerful. Too cheerful. What if we do have a boy? He would have died when he grew older and found out he had a sunshine yellow room.'
'It's not like minty green is macho.' Ginny shrugged.
'I know,' Draco replied, 'but it's a form of green which is the best color in the world.'
'Spoken like a true Slytherin.' Harry spoke up as he dipped his brush into a can.
'Darling, are you going to send your child to primary school before…that magic school?'Anne asked Hermione.
'I think so. I believe the baby should get a muggle education along with wizard, so he or she is well rounded.' Hermione answered, as she sat in a rocking chair looking through a baby-clothing catalog that Ginny brought her.
Draco stopped painting and looked at Hermione questionably.
'We are going to send our precious child to a muggle primary school?' Draco asked.
Hermione looked up from the magazine slowly.
'Umm, yes. I think my muggle education before Hogwarts was very important, I learned a lot.'
'Well, since we both have say in our baby's life, I suppose I cannot talk you out of muggle schooling, but I think it would be best if we hired a tutor to come to us instead of sending our little Malfoy out to a muggle school where children will harass him or her for being absolutely perfect.'
Many snorts of laughter were heard throughout the nursery, Draco shot out evil glares.
'Draco, our child needs friends! We cannot keep him or her to ourselves for eleven years.' Hermione said reasonably.
'He or she can befriend lil' red head and Potter's kid once they pop one out.' Draco said without thinking.
Ginny and Harry blushed and looked away from each other.
'Draco,' Hermione said more sternly, 'I think a normal muggle school is the best idea. Our child is not going to get harassed for being "perfect" no one is perfect.'
'I read statistics saying that children who are tutored are more intelligent than those who aren't.' Draco said.
'You made that up, besides, do you want your child to be brilliant, but have no friends or a social life at all, or do you want your child to be just a stitch less than brilliant, but be happy and have good friends?'
'That's assuming there are good muggle children.' Draco mumbled.
'There aren't.' Harry said softly, to no one imparticular.
'That's because you grew up with that horrid beastly child, Dudley.' Hermione replied, 'I grew up going to a muggle primary school and I met many nice people, didn't I mum?'
'Yes, you did have some very nice friends.' Anne said with a smile.
'Yeah…Jess was a real winner.' Draco muttered.
Hermione sent him a death glare.
'Well, other than Jesse you liked my other muggle friends. Remember? You met Jennie and Serene.'
'I s'pose.' Draco said in defeat. 'What do you think, Mother? You haven't said anything yet.'
'Well, you are very smart, Draco-darling, and you had a private tutor…but Hermione went to a primary school and she beat you in grades every year at Hogwarts.'
Draco pouted, he was hoping his own mother would be on his side.
'I don't know if either of you realize this,' Ginny said to Hermione and Draco, 'but you're only seven months along and a child usually won't start muggle primary schooling until the age of six, so you have a while to figure out where you want to send your kid. Don't get in a tiff right now because you can decide where to send your unborn child to school in six plus years.'
'Ginny is right, let's just stop.' Hermione said with a smile. 'Mum, this is all your fault, you started this discussion.'
'I'm sorry, I didn't think it would have escalated to what it did.' Anne said with a grin.
'Every thing escalates with Draco and Hermione.' Ginny sighed.
Hermione and Draco both sent glares at Ginny, who just smirked.
After a few long hours the room was painted. Draco took the crew out for dinner while it dried, then they came back and furnished the room with all the new items Draco and Hermione bought,and were given.
The room was a soft mint green with white trim. A large white cradle stuffed with white down feather blankets and pillows filled one corner. A white wicker rocking chair was placed next to it near a small bookshelf filled with books such as "Love You Forever", "Pat the Bunny","AreYou My Mother?"and "Guess How Much I Love You". Also on the shelves was a pile of already well-worn magazines. Ginny bought Hermione a subscription to a magazine for mothers' of baby witches and/or wizards.
A white dresser with a few "neutral" clothing items and extra blankets and sheets occupied another corner.
Anne and Richard also bought Draco and Hermione a new white CD player and lots of CD's like baby nursery rhymes, lullabies, Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, you know "smart baby" music.
Narcissa bought them a porcelain reading lamp with dancing bears hand-painted onto it, which was sitting on the dresser. She also bought them a magical clock, somewhat like the Weasley's, but this one actually told time and it said if the baby was sick or not, and what it was ill with.
In the nursery closet was a beginner's Quidditch set, bought for them by Harry. So far, Draco thought this gift was the most practical. Hermione argued with Draco about how dangerous Quidditch was and how much she preferred that their child not participate in Quidditch…but she lost that argument quickly.
Draco still was not burdened too much by Hermione's crazy pregnant demands and cravings because after she reached their sixth month, and sex was no longer an option, he told Hilde to come sleep on the floor next to Hermione's side of the bed just in case she awoke with cravings and such. Hermione of course protested this and eventually Draco had to conjure up a soft cot for Hilde, even though Hilde slept underneath it on the floor anyway.
The only thing Draco was burdened with was being woken up occasionally in the early hours of the morning because Hermione would jump from the bed and run into the bathroom to throw up. Draco didn't really consider this a "burden" though. She was after all carrying his child, so he figured the least he could do was stay up with her until she went back to bed.
Every week Hermione and Draco seemed to get more gifts for the baby, first from Draco's teammates and then from Draco's teammates' wives or girlfriends.
Professors even heard of Hermione's pregnancy and sent gifts. Dumbledore sent a box with holes in it and a small letter that said, Congratulations! I have talked to parents before in my earlier years and I always remembered one thing that hurt them the most in dealing with their child. And that one thing was the hurt in their child's eyes when a family pet died. I would like to save you from that pain, so here is the family pet that will last forever. It will also help you for when your most likely energetic and lively child hurts him or herself while playing. Draco and Hermione opened the box and saw a phoenix inside. Draco was in awe and Hermione was nearly in tears (remember she's pregnant and emotional). Professor Snape sent potions that would cure many infant sicknesses. Madame Pomfrey sent bottles of magical medical remedies also. McGonagall sent child toys that would transfigure into whichever toy was the fad for that year. Draco thought that gift was especially cool. The toy that was sent to them that specific day was a "Snitch-on-a-Stick". It was a hollow foot-long tube with a rubber snitch on one end and a timer in the center. A child, or Draco in this case, would tap the other end with a wand and then the snitch would fly forward very quickly. The child would be on their broom, or Draco on his broom, and would have to fly to catch the snitch. After the snitch was in the flyer's fingers, the timer would stop and tell the flyer how quickly he caught the snitch. Trelawney sent them a book called "Divination for Parents: Find Out When You Will Go Wrong".
Their most recent gift however was from Blaise and Lavender. Draco and Hermione both assumed Lavender picked it out. It was a bright pink furry stuffed bunny, about the size of Professor Flitwick. A note, in girlish longhand, was attached: Isn't it cute! We hope the baby will be cute like the bunny! It's PINK! Your baby will love it! Remember, Draco, tough guys like pink. Love BLAISE AND LAVENDER. Draco wanted to stuff the bunny in the closet, but Hermione insisted it sit on the rocking chair until the baby was born. If it was a boy, it could go in the closet, but if it was a girl, it would sit next to the dresser. Draco decided not to argue, he read stress could bring an early delivery and she just reached her eighth month, he wanted a healthy baby delivered at the end of nine months, in December.