AN/ Warning that the content of this chapter, at least in part, is adult oriented and should be viewed by adults or persons over the legal age in their area. It does not pertain much to the story and is to show a bit of humor, as well as serving as educationally for at least one of the parties involved in the segments of adult content.

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Both Draco and Morticia slept peacefully through the night. Their slumber, however, was drawn to an abrupt end at morning when the voices of Crabbe and Goyle could be heard arguing over a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. The commotion at first was just a slight annoyance until it drug on and grew louder. The other occupants of the dorm quickly grew annoyed as it was not near time to get up for breakfast yet.

"What are you idiots yelling about?" Draco roared. He had been having the most pleasant dream, involving the must seductive vampiress. Granted, finding said lady in his arms was very appealing, he was not ready to wake.

"He has my beans!" They both screamed at once, pointing at one another. Their other hands were planted firmly on either side of the box of beans.

"Just split them up!" Blaize growled from his bed before rolling over and covering up his head. The morning was far too earlier for this nonsense. He did not see why Crabbe and Goyle got to room with decent folk instead of with pigs outside.

"Do it or I'll curse you!" Draco added with a promise. He hated being awake this early, especially because of porky dunderheads. He listened as they grumbled and growled, assuming by the lack of argument they were following the advice given to them. The scowl stayed on Draco's face until he noticed the soft featured face looking back at him. He smiled and kissed Morticia. How do you feel?

Good morning, Amator. I feel fine. She snuggled back into him. Mornings were not that great for her this early, but she did not require quite as much sleep as others so she was not as bothered as Draco by the ruckus.

Amator? He asked curiously as he stroked at her hair, watching the dark strands slip through his fingers.

Morticia sighed. I must teach you Romanian. She hated the language gape as she was prone to slipping into words from her first language.

Draco smirked. Then by all means begin. His hand trailed down from her hair to her breast, stroking at her nipple through her clothes. What is this called?

She groaned before she could stop herself. They will hear us. She had no want of being caught in his bed. Neither one of them could do with what that would cause for themselves and their houses.

Draco sighed dramatically. But I'm up now. If he had to be awake, he wanted to enjoy it. What better way than having his way with Morticia.

Yes, you are. She stated matter-of-factly as she wiggled back against him. He was indeed UP.

Draco moaned into her neck, quickly grabbing his wand and charming the curtains of the bed so they could not open and then casting a silencing charm. As you were saying? He smirked down at her.

Oh, I wasn't saying anything. She told him innocently, smiling at the promise in his eyes.

Believe you have a lesson to complete. He began to unbutton her shirt slowly, kissing at the skin as it was exposed to him.

Yes, I do. She smirked back at him.

And what is this? He kissed down her body as he stripped her shirt and bra off. He suckled her skin like it was the most delicate treat in the world.

Oh! She could not comprehend enough to answer. She made sultry little sounds in the back of her throat.

And this? He pulled her lower garments off before tasting her, slipping his tongue inside. He grabbed her hips as she bucked. You taste so good. Could do this forever.

"Oh, Draco . . ." She moaned out. Her body burned in ways she would never have end.

Draco pleasured her on and on until she was so very close, sensing how close she was over their bond. He stopped what he was doing and slid up her body, slipping himself into her. Slowly he set up a steady pace, kissing her deeply. You feel even better this morning.

I was made for you, just for you. She caressed his mind causing him to quicken his pace, nearing his own end. He began sucking at her breast hard, nipping and licking at it. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. I am your glove, Amator.

Drink of me. He tilted his head to the side to give her free access. He moaned as she leaned up and sunk her teeth into his flesh, sucking heartily at his essence before pulling back and soothing the wound. He lost himself at that, giving into his release.

Morticia laid back, not letting herself find that yet. Her body cooling down as she looked up at him with loving lustful eyes. She smiled as he spoke in her mind. You still have to tell me what amator is.

Lover. She purred in his mind. Then, she took his hand and placed it on her breast. Biberon.

Not getting what she was doing at first, he kissed her. And that is? He massaged lightly at the breast she placed his hand on.

Nipple, Amator.

And what is this? He kissed her navel.

Ironically, naval.

And this? He kissed just a little lower, where her womb lay underneath the skin.

She smiled, running her hand through his soft hair. Minune or mirare.

I like your lessons. He smiled at her.

She pushed him up to a sitting position. I'll show you more, Amator. Just sit and watch. She watched him sit back and smirk at her. She smirked back. No touching, now.

Yes, ma'am.

Morticia got on her knees and put a hand to her breast. Piept.

Piept, breast. He recited dutifully for her.

She nodded and ran her fingers down to her tummy. Burtica.

Brurtica, stomach.

She smiled. No, tummy.

Burtica, tummy.

Stomach is stomac.

Stomac, stomach.

She ran her hand down to her hip. Sold.

Sold, hip.

Her fingers ran to her thigh. Coapsa.

Coapsa, thigh. He met her eyes. Wouldn't mind being between your coapsas again.

She smirked and turned around, putting a hand on her butt. Butoi.

Butoi, butt.

Morticia bent forward and stuck her hand back between her thighs and touched her center. Vagin.

Draco smiled wolfishly. Vagin, fun.

She stuck her fingers inside herself deeply. No . . . Well, yes, but fun is distractie. She trailed off in a moan at what she was doing to herself. She looked at him over her shoulder, watching as he licked his lips as he watched her.

Draco grew hard again as he watched her rock on her hand before meeting her eyes. I must . . . need to touch you.

She smirked as her juices dripped from her fingers as she pulled her them from herself and sucked on them. Then touch me.

He quickly did so, slipping his fingers deep inside of her, loving the way she pushed back against them as she continued to suck on her own. Her deep moans driving him wild. I want inside you, to feel you warmth wrapped around me.

Then do it. She put her hands on the head board to brace herself.

He moved to his knees, entering her from behind. What is this called?

What, exactly? Her coherency slipping from her. He made her body feel in ways she had never dreamed possible. He completed her. Sex or fucking? Breeding? Mating?

Me taking you like a stallion. He upped his pace. In Romanian.

All of them, then?

Yes. His thrusts became harder, driving as deep into her as he could. He massaged at her nipples, suckling at her neck.

Sex is sex. Fucking doesn't have a term I know. Breeding is crestere. Mate is coleg. She moaned deeply. So, good . . . She started making the sultry sounds out loud again. Taking is atractiv. Like is placere. Stallion is armasar . . . She trailed off in another deep moan.

What is mare?

Iapa.

I think I found a new pet name. One of his hands slid from her nipple lower to her clit, stroking hard and fast.

Morticia threw her head back on his shoulder. Bite me, mele armasar.

Draco did so, biting where her shoulder met her neck. They came together. Draco spilling deep inside her as she clenched around him.

Armasar? He asked after he had caught his breath.

Draco, I just told you it was stallion. She smiled.

I was a little preoccupied, Iapa. He smirked at her.

At least you remember that, she replied dryly.

I'm sorry, my love. You felt sooooo good.

You do as well. We should head to breakfast. She started finding her clothes.

Mad at me, love? He watched her.

No, Amator. She assured him.

Best get dressed.

Is it clear?

"Anybody out there?" He called after taking off the silencing charm. When no sound came back to them. I think you're fine my little vamp.

Morticia nodded and climbed out of the bed after he removed the last charm from the bed. He followed her, the two of them dressing.

"That was the nicest wake up I've ever had. Best lesson, too." He smiled at her as they walked to the Great Hall for breakfast after, she rushed to her dorm and changed into fresh clothes.

She smiled at him. "Mei putin vampir. That is my little vampire in Romanian. Vamp is vampa."

"I prefer vamp." He smiled back as they entered the Great Hall. "You slept in my bed. I'll eat at your table."

She nodded. "Chiar put." She smirked at him. "I'll have you fluent before long." She sat down beside from Harry.

"I'm not that bright, but I'll try." He took a seat next to her, kissing her for the world to see. She returned the kiss.

Harry looked at them shocked, but he said nothing. He noticed Ron and many of the other Gryffindors looking mutinous, but he would not judge Morticia. She had her rights to do whatever she wished, even if that was kissing Draco Malfoy.

Morticia pulled her lips from Draco's and gave him a small peck before smiling at Harry. "Good morning, Harry." She was chipper, happy like she had not been in some time.

Harry watched the two, nodding at her before leaning in. "Are you sure?" He whispered to her.

But of course, my friend. She patted his cheek like she would a child, smiling at him.

"As long as you are happy. I'm glad for you." He hugged and kissed her to show his support and happiness for her. Then he caught Draco's eye and nodded to him.

"Good." She smiled at him still until she noticed her grandfather making his way toward them. Wishing the ground would swallow her whole, she started sinking in her seat.

Jewel, what are you doing? He found her slouching most odd. She never slouched at a table. Something was a miss. She had a guilty look on her face. Surely she had not . . .

Nothing, Grandfather. Her face grew hot as it turned red.

Vlad made his way to them, smelling just what he suspected. He sighed mentally. The impatience of youth. You could not wait?

Well . . . You see . . . She looked down at the table redder than he had ever seen her. She must have thought he would be very upset by this. "No, sir," she verbalized softly. Vlad seemed to materialize from one side of the table to the other to stand behind Draco and Morticia. He placed his hand on Draco's shoulder causing the boy to look up at him. The two stared at one another for a time before Morticia spoke again. "Grandfather?"

You realize the repercussions of your action? He asked both of them seriously. They had to realize the seriousness of what they had done.

Yes, sir. Yes. Morticia and Draco, respectively, answered.

Vlad nodded and looked to Draco. You wished this, wanted this. He was not asking. He knew the boy had wanted nothing more than to make his granddaughter pregnant.

What, sir? He added the sir in for Morticia's sake. He would respect Vlad because he seemed so very important to Morticia.

A child, her child.

Yes. His voice held no hesitation and very much conviction. Draco wanted Morticia to have his child, his children. Though he was young, he knew this. He felt it deep within himself in a way he had never felt any conviction. And he would be damned if Vlad or Lucius did anything to prevent it.

Why is this so important to you? To have a child when one yourself? He watched the boy's face and read the baser emotions playing off him. He watched the uncertainty on how to answer. Be truthful.

Draco took a deep breath and let it out as he thought. If he really wanted the truth, that was what he would get. I wanted the world to know that she is mine now. That said in pure Malfoy manner. She was his and no one else's and it would be that way to the ends of time. I wanted something my father has no part in. He added for good measure. It was the truth.

Vlad considered this. Morticia seemed to attract young men that had hard lives. He lifted his hand to the boys brow but did not touch. May I? He watched Draco look to Morticia and her nod of reassurance. The boy trusted her, it seemed, more than himself. Draco finally nodded for him and he placed his hand on the boy's brow.

He saw Lucius in all his glory belittling Draco with word as well as deed. He watched the man dictate the boy's life like a tyrant and beat him down when he did not bend to his father's will. He saw the fear and defiance Draco held for Lucius, the contempt and growing hatred. He pulled his hand away. You will no longer fear him. He shall never touch you again.

Draco looked back at the vampire with surprise at the words and the kindness to his eyes. He could not doubt the words, the truth in them. He saw why Morticia staked so much in her grandfather. Thank you.

You are my blood now. He looked from the boy to his granddaughter. And you. Why did you want this?

Draco? A child?

Both.

She looked to Draco then back to her grandfather with a small smile. I can feel his emotions. I . . . He does not detest me. He cares for me. He has a kindness and purity he has never known, never shown the world. And . . . I want a child to show that and what we have together. Her eyes glistened a bit as she added, Plus, a child for you. One to be here when I am gone. She was amazed to see a blood red tear run down her grandfather's cheek. Grandpapa? She stood and caught the tear.

Vlad took her hand that caught the tear and put both of his around it. With a little energy, he transformed the tear into a blood red jewel in a gold setting. My heart . . . He could think of nothing else to say. He was beyond words. He in turn caught the tear that slipped from her eyes at his gesture, making his own jewel to wear. I will wear this next to my heart always. He smiled and stroked her cheek. May you be happy with your dragon. The smile on her face warmed his dead heart. As an afterthought, he asked, Do you want to know?

Know? Morticia asked in confusion. Did she want to know what, exactly?

Whether you are to be a parent or not?

Duh! How could he ask such a thing. Of course she wanted to know.