Wolfgang was concerned about the close call, "do you know how they found you?" Harry shook his head. "Then either that dark mark is also a tracking device, or we have a traitor. You will both have to get the marks removed."
Harry and Draco nodded.
After a most painful procedure, Draco and Harry had the dark mark removed. It was not easy, Voldemort's magic resisted, but it did come off, and in it's place was the tatoo of the rebellion. To ease the torturous event, Azadeh and Hermione helped make a huge dinner, followed by the Star Wars movie that neither Draco or Harry had seen. Six hours later, Draco was impressed by the muggle movie and so was Harry, "they're like wizards, the jedi...maybe that's what we should start calling ourselves now." Everyone laughed.
"If you like that, you should see the first three, it goes into Luke's mother and father...gotta warn you, it's kind of sad in the end...it's also a trilogy," Azadeh smiled as she sat on the ground inbetween Harry's legs.
"OH, let's watch that tomorrow," Draco said eagerly.
"So does that mean you actually LIKE muggle things?" Hermione joked. Draco looked at her and smiled.
"Perhaps."
They all went to bed and Harry laid there with Azadeh, thinking of the day, "I don't like this, how is it that he knew...are you SURE Mickey wouldn't betray you?"
"Absolutely. Mickey's a lot of things, but a traitor he isn't."
"Alright."
"Something else is bothering you...it's the movie, isn't it?"
"It does have a lot of similiarities."
"Then I don't know if you should watch the other one's. It shows how he became Darth Vadar, his love for his wife, the deception and greed for power."
"I'm not like that, am I?" Harry looked worried.
"NO! No, you were never like that. I think deep down, even when you were still under Voldemort's control, you didn't really agree with it."
"I didn't, but I learned to hide."
She nodded, "you've been through so much, haven't you? I know you remember Hogwarts now, all the attacks by him." Azadeh climbed on top of him, straddling him. "And now I know that there is a great power growing inside of you that my father has unleashed," she caressed his face, "you're so much stronger than me...and you always will be."
Harry caressed her legs and back, how he loved her.
"What is it that you want most?"
He touched her stomach, "I think you know what it is, but I know you're not ready."
"I am now," she smiled. Harry almost looked like he didn't believe her. "Take me."
She didn't have to ask twice, he flipped her on her back and removed her panties and his night pants, revealing his hard length. Azadeh caressed it lovingly and Harry groaned. There was no real foreplay, just the fact that he was allowed to get her pregant was foreplay enough for him, and in his mind, he was going to make love to her all night to ensure it. But Azadeh had other plans, she sat on her knees with him and kissed down his chest and then placed her mouth on his manhood, Harry threw his head back and put his hands through her hair as she moved up and down. He loved this, she hadn't done this to him yet, he felt her tongue trace against his shaft and her lips suckling his tip...finally, he couldn't wait.
"Azadeh," he whispered and threw her on her back again, penetrating her instantly. She gasped at how swollen he was. Harry held her tightly, almost pinning her to him so she couldn't move. Azadeh could feel Harry pumping in and out of her, his breath heavy and hot on her neck. It was then she realized he was simply fucking her, Harry's soul purpose was to cum inside her and get her pregnant. "Azadeh," he said again before he bit down on her neck, putting his hand through her hair. She was submissive to him, his energy alone made sure of it, it felt like he was making her weak so she couldn't resist, not that she wanted to.
"Harry, please," she whimpered. "I want you, I want all of you."
He knew what she was begging for, his seed. And he was going to give it to her over and over again tonight. For the first time, she looked into his eyes. They were half open,the power showing behind them was great...he was putting a lot of force behind this. Finally, she climaxed and he did as well, spilling into her everything he had...only for him to want it again and again, he was mating, his body knew what he was trying to do and complied. Harry was the happiest he'd been in a long time, aside from marrying Azadeh...he was getting his little angel pregnant.
Azadeh was exhausted and it was nearly 3 a.m. They had made love for nearly five hours and he still wanted more, "Harry...please, I'm..." But he silenced her with his mouth and entered into her again, being aggressive, a rape type of aggressive which Azadeh didn't mind. She wanted him to do what he wanted to her, liking it when he was rough with her. She wanted him not to care how tired her body was, how sore she was. And finally, around 5 a.m., he gave his last shout of pleasure and collapsed carefully on his wife, kissing her.
Harry laid her head on his chest, holding her carefully, and when she fell asleep, he got up and flushed all the contraceptive potions down the toilet in case she changed her mind. He wanted her pregnant, he wanted a family, and there was nothing stopping that. He was finally tired and was glad that today would be a day of rest...and grinned that he had spent seven hours making love to his wife. Perhaps when they woke up again he'd want more, but for now, he laid down beside her and held her, taking his usual position of wrapping his legs and arms around her and he hoped, his newly conceived child.
He woke up again around 11 o'clock in the morning, she was still sleeping and he noticed that she had bruises on her wrists and inner thighs where he held her down...when she started to resist and he didn't like it. For his own curiousity, he put his hand on her stomach and concentrated. After a few moments his eyes popped open and he smiled, she was already with child, Azadeh had taken in his seed almost immediately...he put enough power behind it to make sure that it happened.
Azadeh woke up and found him looking at her, she was glowing already. "You're glowing," Harry grinned.
"I should be, you pounded the hell out of me last night...," she grinned back.
"We should eat something."
"I'm not really hungry," she sighed and started to fall back asleep. Harry smiled, the first signs, nausea or loss of appetite, plus tiredness. But he would make sure she ate. Harry crouched over her like a protective guard dog, watching her sleep...she was pregnant now, this feeling of testosterone flowed through his veins, feelings of protectiveness, of territory and pride...he didn't really understand it, but didn't question it either. He traced over her body with his fingers, especially her stomach.
Harry let her sleep for a while longer and then made her eat, she picked at it, but she ate. Azadeh got dressed and went downstairs, where her grandmother was cleaning a bit and being helped by Dobby. Suddenly, she looked into Azadeh's eyes and gasped.
"What?"
"You're...you're..."
"I'm what?"
Azadeh's grandmother, Amelia, smiled..."Wolfgang! Come in here."
Her father came into the kitchen, "what is it, mother?...OH."
"WHAT THE HELL IS EVERYONE 'OH'ing and SMILING ABOUT!"
Hermione and Draco came in, "what's going on?"
"Azadeh, you're pregnant," her grandmother said gently.
"Wow. That was quick," Azadeh looked down, she thought it would take longer but figured Harry had to have done something, she felt him do it.
Hermione squealed and hugged Azadeh, "we get to shop for baby clothes and pick out a name!" Azadeh hugged Hermione with a look of absolute suprise on her face, it wasn't that she wasn't glad she was pregnant, just that she hoped it would take a little longer.
Draco had a pale look on his face...Azadeh was pregnant. Never had Harry's ownership been more real than now, and it hurt him. He left the room and went to the backyard. Azadeh noticed and while everyone was congradulating Harry, who was puffing out his chest, she followed him.
He was standing at the edge of the yard, looking at the trees. "Draco?" He turned...Azadeh looked so radiant now, 10x more beautiful than before...how he hated Harry.
"Yes?"
"Are you okay? You seem a little down."
"It's nothing," he drawled, trying to sound casual.
"It's something...is it because I'm...are you angry with me?"
"No. I'm just regretting past actions."
"Like?"
"If I told you, you'd only feel guilty...so don't worry about it."
"But I am. I wish I could make you feel better...but I wouldn't know how."
"You know how?...By leaving Harry and being with me, run away with me...that's how, but I know it wouldn't happen, you love Harry."
She was silent and then, "what about Hermione?"
"Don't get me wrong, I like Hermione, but I know I'll never love anyone as much as I love you. I want to let you go, I really do...but I don't think it will happen. I'll move on...maybe marry someone else."
"Draco..."
"Don't. When you were just Azadeh, I had a hope that maybe...but now you're Azadeh with child. I will tell you one thing though, and that's this: If anything happens to Harry during this war, I'm claiming you and his child. I'll take care of them as if they were my own, and then you'll have mine, alright?" He didn't wait for her to answer, Draco walked away and decided to get a drink.
Azadeh only sighed, her heart hurt for Draco. This whole time he had been there for her and she couldn't repay him in the way that he wanted...he deserved better. She had thought that Hermione might be able to fill that void, maybe she still could if Draco would stop harping on her.
After a few minutes Harry approached her, "what are you doing?" He hugged her and loved on her, he was euphoric.
"Nothing, just thinking...I'm worried, I'm so worried, Harry. There's something I didn't tell you...one other reason why I didn't want the child right away."
"AND?"
"Lucius promised that...that if he caught me again, and I was pregnant with your child, he'd kill them, he'd kill our child, Harry," she sobbed in Harry's chest. "I didn't say anything sooner, because to be honest, I thought it would be after all this...but we couldn't wait, we didn't want to wait."
"Shhhh, he won't, I won't allow him to harm you or the child," Harry held her, his eyes flashed red again as her head stayed buried in his chest. "No one will take away what is mine ever AGAIN," he thought back to when he lost his parents, losing Ron and his other friends that died...revenge was all he could think about now, to kill Voldemort and get back his life, his peace once more.
Draco was drinking by a tree, Hermione was looking for him, she hadn't seen him all day and was worried. Finally she found him, "Draco?"
He turned around, his eyes glassed over, "what is it?"
"I just wondering where you went...we were planning to watch the other three episodes of Star Wars and dinner is almost ready... Are you drunk?"
"Of course, Granger," he drawled.
"Why?...Nevermind, maybe you should come back home and we'll get some coffee in you and a good meal," she knelt in front of him.
"Why do you even care, mudblood," he hissed.
Hermione flinched at those words, "please don't call me that...and it's because I do, I just care what happens to you." Suddenly Draco grabbed her head with large hands, squeezing it, se winced, "please Draco, stop it, you're hurting me...!"
Draco's face came close to her's, "you have no idea how much I CAN HURT YOU. Maybe I should have bought you when you first came at the auction block. To see Ron's face when a Malfoy bought you, to know a MALFOY would be inside you? If I had known I would be your first, I would have saved myself some time..." His hands moved down to her neck, not choking her but he had a firm grip, Hermione's small hands held on to his strong arms, tears were running down...how could he bring up Ron like that?
He wanted to take his anger out on her, to hate her...but he couldn't, because he had grown fond of his little muggleborn. "Please, Draco...come home. I just want to help you...I'm sorry I can't be that woman you care for so much more than me. I wish I could be."
Draco's eyes widened, she knew some how, "yes...oh yes, yes, yes...how you wish." His hands were going through her hair furiously as if he'd gone insane. Hermione had no choice but to stay put, he was stronger than her. "But you are special in your own way Granger...you're like a PET to me...did you know that? A PET! A pure-blood with a muggleborn pet!"
She looked down hurt, not saying anything, he was detroying her heart with those words.
"Yet...you are appealing too, you challenge me...you have potential, Granger," Draco pulled her closer to him, fear was in Hermione's eyes and he loved it. She was now inbetween his legs, trapped, his hand entangled in her hair and forcing her head back. He licked his lips and then plunged them over her mouth. Hermione didn't like this, he tasted of liquor and she started push away, he stopped. "I wouldn't struggle if I were you..," he hissed.
"Draco," she tried to stay calm. "Please...not like this, you're drunk...and..."
"Oh YES, like this...we aren't supposed to deny each other, remember? Besides, a good shag while you're drunk is always a bit of fun."
Hermione was disgusted and she managed to break free from him since he was drunk, and not at his top form. "FINE! Stay here, MALFOY...stew in whatever is pissing you off for all I care. I don't have to take you're insults, hell, I don't even have to care about you...even though I've tried!"
"There's my Granger, my fiesty muggleborn."
"OH...SHUT UP!" she turned around and marched off, tears in her eyes. "Screw this," she mumbled. "There are a hundred other guys to choose from, and I had to choose a psychotic, blonde headed, egotistical, pure-blood." Hermione felt a pull around her waist and noticed she was being picked up off her feet. "PUT ME DOWN, MALFOY!"
"You're not picking anyone else, do you understand! You're mine, I OWN YOU!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! YOU DON'T OWN ME, STOP ! STOP IT!"
Draco pulled her down to the ground and into the tall grass. He climbed on top of her, pinning her, kissing her, forcing her legs apart...she had a skirt on, how nice. Hermione couldn't help it, she kissed him back passionately, they were in a tight embrace as he kissed her neck and chest, growling as he tore her panties off and he unleashed his sex. "GODS, GRANGER, satisify me!" Draco plunged into her. They pulled at each other's hair, kissing each other bruisingly. She could feel him, he was huge, her knees up and spread wide for him as he grabbed her hips so he could go deeper, Hermione gasped. "What's the matter...a little more than you can handle?" he purred.
Bringing her up, Hermione met his eyes, they were clouded with pleasure and so were her's. Finally they climaxed, they had to muffle the sounds of their screams so no one could hear. As they collapsed, Draco was now sober and he smiled, "Granger, I believe you fucked me sober." She slightly turned away from him, Draco grabbed her and forced her to look him, "I meant what I said...you BELONG to me."
"And what about the other?" she said quietly.
"I'm working it out...it will just take time," Draco sighed and held her, as the feelings of conflict raged on again.