Draco was in the kitchen drinking coffee when he heard Jeanie's voice singing. He had never heard her sing before and it was quite soothing. It was an old Celtic song and he closed his eyes listening to her. It got a little louder as she walked into the kitchen. When she saw him she stopped singing and looked at him. He looked at her.
"Why did you stop?" He asked when she sat on the edge of the table. She took his coffee and tasted it; she made a face and gave it back. He laughed at her.
"You startled me. I thought you had gone into work, since I didn't see you." She said as she fixed her own coffee. He watched her move about the kitchen and without even realizing it, he imagined Ginny going about the kitchen in the morning. He shook his head to get rid of the image.
"No? Oh well, okay. I'll just let them know." He looked at her with a perplexed look.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I was thinking about—" She cut him off before he made an excuse.
"Ginny?" He looked at her startled. He swallowed the rest of his coffee and looked at her again.
"No. Why would I be thinking about Ginny?" She raised her eyes to his and sighed.
"Because you're in love with her. It's okay. I understand." She said as put the milk back in the refrigerator. He knew the look in her eyes and felt a knife stab his heart. He had heard her last night when she had told him she loved him, before she fell asleep. He hadn't been able to answer, because it would have been a lie. He cares for her, a lot, but he doesn't love her.
"Jeanie, I'm not in love with her." It was easier to say, but convincing himself was another story. She gave him a skeptical look and he saw the unshed tears in her eyes.
"Somehow Draco, I can't believe that." She set her mug down and walked out of the kitchen. He took a deep breath, preparing him for the fight ahead. He walked up the stairs and saw her changing into her jeans and a sweater. It was a Saturday and they usually never went anywhere.
"Where are you going?" He asked leaning against the doorframe. She was brushing her hair and she looked at him through the mirror.
"Out." Was all she said and she slipped her shoes on. He sighed and moved so she couldn't leave the room.
"That's helpful. So if I need you, I can't find you, if you don't tell me where you are going." The anger rising in him and she looked at him.
"If you need anything, I'm sure Ginny will help you." She said as she tried to get by him. He refused to move and the more she tried, the more he refused.
"What's that supposed to mean? Tell me where you're going." She looked away from him and stepped back.
"Nothing. It means nothing. I'm going out with a friend." He made a growling noise and slammed the door behind him.
"With who?" He almost yelled at her. He was loosing his temper and she was not making this easy.
"Fine, if you-you really want to know, I'm going out with Patrick. He likes me and I know he wouldn't mind going out today." She said, tears were clouding her vision.
"Why go out with him? Who is he? What is he to you?" He yelled at her, his hands shaking with uncontrolled anger. He knew that she loved him, but he also knew that she might see someone who cares about her in the way he can't.
"Why do you care? You don't love me, you love Ginny. You can deny it all you want, but I know. I know." She choked on a sob and Draco felt her pain. He felt like he had been hit in the stomach with a Bludger. She was sitting on the end of the bed and he walked up to her and sat down next to her. She was crying freely now and he hated to hear women cry. When he tried to put his arm around her, she jumped up and away from him.
"No. I want you to admit you love her. I want you to say the truth." She said as she wiped impatiently at her tears.
"I don't love her Jeanie. I swear." He tried to convince her, but she wouldn't listen.
"Liar. Spare it Draco. Say it! Say you love her!" They were standing now and she was yelling at him. He saw the pain in her eyes and he wanted to take the pain away and kiss away her tears.
"Jeanie I—" Her hand cut across his face and whipped his head around. He had only been slapped once and that was by Ginny. The anger had surfaced.
"Yes! Yes I love Ginny! She's my world. All I do is think about her, dream about her. She's my life! Is that what you want to hear Jeanie? Is it? That I love Ginny and not you?" His chest was heaving with anger and when the words he had said to her sunk in he went to touch her, but she jerked away as if he had slapped her. "Jeanie I'm sorry. I—" He never finished his sentence. She was taking deep breaths, trying not to cry. She ran from the room and he had a flash of Ginny lying in St. Mungo's with cuts and bruises on her body and he ran after Jeanie.
He heard something fall down the stairs and his heart constricted. If she had fallen down the stairs of the manor... he wouldn't let himself finish that thought. He was on the top landing and he saw what made his mind cloud over. Jeanie was lying at the foot of the stairs and it didn't look as if she was breathing. He skipped every other step and fell on his knees in front of her. Gently, he slid his hands under her and moved the hair from her face. He placed his hand above her heart and felt her pulse. She was still alive and breathing.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed. His stomach was in knots and he tried to push away the cold feeling that maybe she wasn't all right. He laid her down on the bed and went to get a warm cloth to wipe away the blood on her head. It wasn't a big cut, but it wasn't small either. When he was finished he lay by her side and gently run his hands over her curves. He ran a hand over his face and took a deep breath. He was hoping that she was all right and nothing was wrong. He closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.
When he woke, he moved his arm to where her body should be and when he didn't feel her, his eyes flew open and he sat up in the dark. He looked at the clock on his bedside table and it was almost eight in the evening. He jumped off the bed and ran down the stairs to the living room. There was a fire crackling low and he heard voices. It was coming from his study and the door was cracked lightly. He walked towards the door silently and stood and listened.
"What happened to you?" A male voice asked her. Draco clenched his fists, hoping that whoever it was wasn't that Patrick guy.
"Nothing, I fell down and I hurt myself. He didn't do anything if that's what you are wondering. He's never hurt me. I don't think he's that kind of person." He heard a sigh and he heard some shuffling.
"Where was he when you fell? Was he at home? Don't give me that look Jeanie I'm just worried. You're a friend of mine and I don't want anything to happen to you. Is he home now? I really do need to talk to him. I just saw you in the living room and thought we could talk. Why did you bring me in here in anyway?" Draco realized that the voice of the man belonged to Harry. They know each other? Draco thought as he heard more shuffling. He moved so he could see what was going on and Jeanie had her back to them, but Draco saw the expression on Harry's face.
"He was here, yes, but not like you're thinking. He was busy and doing something. I'm guessing he took me to our bedroom. I know you're worried Harry, but there is no need to be. I love him, you know that. He cares for me, I know that, and I know that he would never hurt me purposely. He's here, I'll tell him you came by. I didn't want him to hear us talking if he woke up." Draco saw Harry's eyebrows raise and knew what he was thinking. Yes Harry, I made her scream. I screwed her till there was nothing left. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"You were sleeping up there with him? I thought you were sleeping." She laughed and turned around. She had her hair pulled back, so no one could see the cut and she looked at him with a smile. He moved his eyebrows and they laughed.
"I was sleeping you pervert. But he fell asleep too. We didn't make love if that's what you're thinking." He made a gagging sound and she playfully slapped him on the arm. He pulled her to him and hugged her. They pulled back they looked at each other and Draco felt the sweat forming on his hands. Harry lowered his head to hers and lightly pressed his mouth to hers, he parted her lips with his own and slid his tongue into her mouth.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as they continued to kiss and Draco had to turn away, closing his eyes. He couldn't stand watching her kiss another man. He didn't love her, that was true, but she was still his girlfriend and he still cared about her. He heard a groan and he dared look at them. Her hair fell around her in silky waves and Harry's hand was caressing her stomach. His mouth was on her throat and her breathing wasn't normal. Harry was gentle with her and his touches and kisses were soft. Harry pulled her closer and pressed his hips against her, groaning when she pressed her hips close to his.
Harry's hand slipped to her button on her jeans and he tugged at it. Her eyes flew open and she drew back from him. He looked at her with a questioning gaze and their breathing was low and ragged.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, trying to gather his wits. She touched her lips that were swollen from his kisses and tugged at her shirt.
"We're friends Harry. I'm also dating and living with Draco. You're with Ginny. You love her and I love Draco. We-we can't do this. It's wrong. We can't keep kissing everytime we're alone." Draco's head snapped up. They had kissed before? Something about this was vaguely familiar. Someone had once said it to him.
"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know why I do it." Draco had a feeling he knew, but wasn't going to say anything.
"How long have we been friends Harry?" She asked, playing with the hem of her shirt. He had stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and Draco could see that he was trying not to look at her chest.
"A few years now. Why?" He said, looking at the floor.
"Would you want to sacrifice our friendship for lust Harry? Say we give in to our lust, which would ruin our friendship. And it would also ruin our relationships with the people we love. Is that what you want?" Harry shook his head and he sighed. She lifted her sweater and both Harry and Draco had the same idea in mind. When she had taken it off she was now wearing a tee shirt. Harry licked his lips and tried to hide his lust. Yet it was painfully obvious what he wanted. It was written all over him.
"No, that's not what I want. I'm sorry Jeanie. Tell Draco I need to speak to him okay? I've got to go." She nodded and they hugged. Harry held her longer that Draco would've liked and his hands were a little to close to her arse but he let her go and stepped back. He apparated and Draco silently walked into he kitchen, not wanting Jeanie to know he had been listening.
He grabbed a cup and poured some Firewhisky into it. He sat down at the bar and stared into his cup. He looked up when he heard her intake of breath and forced a smile.
"How're you feeling?" He asked, knowing that she must feel wonderful.
"Better. A lot better." She said as tied her hair back in a ponytail. She wasn't meeting his eyes and he knew why. "Are you hungry? I can make something."
"No I'm not. You don't have to make anything." She was standing in front of the pantry and he walked up behind her. He placed a hand on her hip and she jerked away and he pulled his hand back and placed it in his pocket.
"I'm not going to hurt you Jeanie. I just wanted to touch you." He said, his voice thick. "Please don't be afraid of me. I never meant to hurt you." He didn't know why, but he felt like crying. He felt like getting down on his knees and begging her to forgive him. She moved away from him and he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. She wouldn't look at him.
"Draco, please, stop it." She was trying to get him to let her go and he wouldn't. A tear slipped out of her eyes and he lowered his mouth to hers. She quit struggling and kissed him back. His mouth was gently moving over hers and she gave in.
His arms slid around her waist and lifted her onto the counter. He placed his mouth on her throat and she moved her head so he had better access to her throat. She had her hands on his shoulders and her legs were on either side of him. He put his hand on her hip and pulled her towards him. He slid his hands into her hair as she deftly undid his shirt buttons. She ran her hand over his chest and slipped his shirt off over his shoulders.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered in her ear as he tugged her shirt over her head. "I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me. What I said wasn't true. I was just angry with you." He pressed his lips against her neck and she felt his hot tears against her skin. "Please don't leave me, please don't leave me for Harry." She gasped and pulled away from him.
"Draco, I'm never going to leave you. I certainly wouldn't leave you for Harry." She looked at him and his eyes were a dark grey with flecks of silver in them and she ran her fingers through his silky hair and brought his mouth to hers and kissed with a passion she had not known she possessed.
His hand slid to her back and unhooked her bra with expertise. He pressed his lips against her skin in a searing kiss and she sighed. He slid the straps from her shoulders and let it fall to the kitchen floor. He took one of her breasts in his hand and gently, softly massaged it. He flicked his thumb over her nipple and felt it strain against his rough palm. He bent down and took a hard, pink nipple in his mouth and lightly sucked. She threw her head back and moaned.
He felt himself straining against his pants and unzipped them, freeing himself. She slid her hand down and took him in her hand gently stroking him as their tongues danced around with each other. He moaned and pressed himself into her hand. He undid the button on her jeans and slipped them over her hips. She lifted her hips as he slid off the knickers and watched him as he rid himself of his clothes.
She moaned and gasped throwing her head back and he gently slid into her. She slid her legs around his waist pulling him in deep. He had his hands on her hips as they thrust together and their mouths swallowed their cries. He whispered endearments in her ear and he moved his hips and thrust himself in side of her, slipping in and out, tormenting her. Finally, he grasped her hips and shuddered, releasing himself fully into her. He pressed his forehead against hers and felt her throb around him.
"Oh Draco. The kitchen?" Her voice was soft and sated with lovemaking and he smiled. At the time he hadn't thought about what he was doing, but he just wanted to do it. Thinking about their activities made him stand erect and want more from her. She felt this and smiled.
"Yes, love, in the kitchen." He said and stroked her body with his hand.
"I can't believe I just made love to you on the counter. Oh Draco." Hearing his name fall from her lips the way it did made it impossible for him to not want to take her again. "I have to tell you something. Let's get dressed and go into the living room so we can talk." He groaned and kissed her lips. "This is important Draco." He closed his eyes and pulled out of her. They got dressed and went to sit on the couch. He kissed her throat.
"So what's so important?" He asked as he lazily played with the zipper on her pants.
"I'm pregnant Draco." The three words made him jump and look at her. She was biting her lip and had lowered her eyes.
"P-pregnant?" He asked, not knowing why he felt a flipping feeling in his stomach. He felt happy and he didn't know why. He should be upset.
"I'll understand if you aren't ready to be a father. I just wanted you to know that you're going to be a father." Her voice was thick with tears and he was confused. Why wouldn't he want to be a father?
"No Jeanie. I do want to be the father. I've always wanted to have children. Though I expected I'd be married when I became a father. Oh love, there is nothing to cry about. I'm going to father this child and give him my name." He said and she threw her arms around his neck. He smiled and pulled back to touch her stomach.
His child was growing inside this woman and he felt extremely happy. He was going to have a baby. He had a sudden thought and looked at her.
"How far along are you?" His hand was still stroking her stomach, amazed that something he had created was growing inside her. He was hoping that it was a boy, but if it was a girl he hoped it would look like her beautiful mother.
"Two months. I went a couple of days ago to get a check up and I told the Healer that I was feeling a bit queasy and he gave me a look. He said I might be pregnant, but we had to do a test first. We did and sure enough I'm pregnant. He smiled and asked whom the father was and I told him. He looked very shocked and he said, "I'm sure Lucius will be proud." Although I doubt your father is going to be very happy." She said looking down at her hands.
"Why do you say that?" He asked taking one of her hands in his own and stroking it.
"We're not married. I remember when we moved into together. Do you think we should tell him?" She asked toying with the hem of her shirt.
"I think we should. What do you say we tell him tomorrow? I want to celebrate." He said as a lascivious smile crossed his features. She stood up and gave him a come-hither smile.
"Didn't you get enough?" She asked as she ran up the stairs. He chased her and when he reached their bedroom walked in and shut the door and they didn't come out until morning.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Was it good? Be it known to you guys that I am only fourteen. Lol. A bit shocking, yes?
Coming in the next chapter:
Draco introduces Jeanie to Lucius and together they tell him about their child. Ginny gets an unexpected visit and Harry tells some startling news to Ron.
Enjoy!
"Why did you stop?" He asked when she sat on the edge of the table. She took his coffee and tasted it; she made a face and gave it back. He laughed at her.
"You startled me. I thought you had gone into work, since I didn't see you." She said as she fixed her own coffee. He watched her move about the kitchen and without even realizing it, he imagined Ginny going about the kitchen in the morning. He shook his head to get rid of the image.
"No? Oh well, okay. I'll just let them know." He looked at her with a perplexed look.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I was thinking about—" She cut him off before he made an excuse.
"Ginny?" He looked at her startled. He swallowed the rest of his coffee and looked at her again.
"No. Why would I be thinking about Ginny?" She raised her eyes to his and sighed.
"Because you're in love with her. It's okay. I understand." She said as put the milk back in the refrigerator. He knew the look in her eyes and felt a knife stab his heart. He had heard her last night when she had told him she loved him, before she fell asleep. He hadn't been able to answer, because it would have been a lie. He cares for her, a lot, but he doesn't love her.
"Jeanie, I'm not in love with her." It was easier to say, but convincing himself was another story. She gave him a skeptical look and he saw the unshed tears in her eyes.
"Somehow Draco, I can't believe that." She set her mug down and walked out of the kitchen. He took a deep breath, preparing him for the fight ahead. He walked up the stairs and saw her changing into her jeans and a sweater. It was a Saturday and they usually never went anywhere.
"Where are you going?" He asked leaning against the doorframe. She was brushing her hair and she looked at him through the mirror.
"Out." Was all she said and she slipped her shoes on. He sighed and moved so she couldn't leave the room.
"That's helpful. So if I need you, I can't find you, if you don't tell me where you are going." The anger rising in him and she looked at him.
"If you need anything, I'm sure Ginny will help you." She said as she tried to get by him. He refused to move and the more she tried, the more he refused.
"What's that supposed to mean? Tell me where you're going." She looked away from him and stepped back.
"Nothing. It means nothing. I'm going out with a friend." He made a growling noise and slammed the door behind him.
"With who?" He almost yelled at her. He was loosing his temper and she was not making this easy.
"Fine, if you-you really want to know, I'm going out with Patrick. He likes me and I know he wouldn't mind going out today." She said, tears were clouding her vision.
"Why go out with him? Who is he? What is he to you?" He yelled at her, his hands shaking with uncontrolled anger. He knew that she loved him, but he also knew that she might see someone who cares about her in the way he can't.
"Why do you care? You don't love me, you love Ginny. You can deny it all you want, but I know. I know." She choked on a sob and Draco felt her pain. He felt like he had been hit in the stomach with a Bludger. She was sitting on the end of the bed and he walked up to her and sat down next to her. She was crying freely now and he hated to hear women cry. When he tried to put his arm around her, she jumped up and away from him.
"No. I want you to admit you love her. I want you to say the truth." She said as she wiped impatiently at her tears.
"I don't love her Jeanie. I swear." He tried to convince her, but she wouldn't listen.
"Liar. Spare it Draco. Say it! Say you love her!" They were standing now and she was yelling at him. He saw the pain in her eyes and he wanted to take the pain away and kiss away her tears.
"Jeanie I—" Her hand cut across his face and whipped his head around. He had only been slapped once and that was by Ginny. The anger had surfaced.
"Yes! Yes I love Ginny! She's my world. All I do is think about her, dream about her. She's my life! Is that what you want to hear Jeanie? Is it? That I love Ginny and not you?" His chest was heaving with anger and when the words he had said to her sunk in he went to touch her, but she jerked away as if he had slapped her. "Jeanie I'm sorry. I—" He never finished his sentence. She was taking deep breaths, trying not to cry. She ran from the room and he had a flash of Ginny lying in St. Mungo's with cuts and bruises on her body and he ran after Jeanie.
He heard something fall down the stairs and his heart constricted. If she had fallen down the stairs of the manor... he wouldn't let himself finish that thought. He was on the top landing and he saw what made his mind cloud over. Jeanie was lying at the foot of the stairs and it didn't look as if she was breathing. He skipped every other step and fell on his knees in front of her. Gently, he slid his hands under her and moved the hair from her face. He placed his hand above her heart and felt her pulse. She was still alive and breathing.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed. His stomach was in knots and he tried to push away the cold feeling that maybe she wasn't all right. He laid her down on the bed and went to get a warm cloth to wipe away the blood on her head. It wasn't a big cut, but it wasn't small either. When he was finished he lay by her side and gently run his hands over her curves. He ran a hand over his face and took a deep breath. He was hoping that she was all right and nothing was wrong. He closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.
When he woke, he moved his arm to where her body should be and when he didn't feel her, his eyes flew open and he sat up in the dark. He looked at the clock on his bedside table and it was almost eight in the evening. He jumped off the bed and ran down the stairs to the living room. There was a fire crackling low and he heard voices. It was coming from his study and the door was cracked lightly. He walked towards the door silently and stood and listened.
"What happened to you?" A male voice asked her. Draco clenched his fists, hoping that whoever it was wasn't that Patrick guy.
"Nothing, I fell down and I hurt myself. He didn't do anything if that's what you are wondering. He's never hurt me. I don't think he's that kind of person." He heard a sigh and he heard some shuffling.
"Where was he when you fell? Was he at home? Don't give me that look Jeanie I'm just worried. You're a friend of mine and I don't want anything to happen to you. Is he home now? I really do need to talk to him. I just saw you in the living room and thought we could talk. Why did you bring me in here in anyway?" Draco realized that the voice of the man belonged to Harry. They know each other? Draco thought as he heard more shuffling. He moved so he could see what was going on and Jeanie had her back to them, but Draco saw the expression on Harry's face.
"He was here, yes, but not like you're thinking. He was busy and doing something. I'm guessing he took me to our bedroom. I know you're worried Harry, but there is no need to be. I love him, you know that. He cares for me, I know that, and I know that he would never hurt me purposely. He's here, I'll tell him you came by. I didn't want him to hear us talking if he woke up." Draco saw Harry's eyebrows raise and knew what he was thinking. Yes Harry, I made her scream. I screwed her till there was nothing left. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"You were sleeping up there with him? I thought you were sleeping." She laughed and turned around. She had her hair pulled back, so no one could see the cut and she looked at him with a smile. He moved his eyebrows and they laughed.
"I was sleeping you pervert. But he fell asleep too. We didn't make love if that's what you're thinking." He made a gagging sound and she playfully slapped him on the arm. He pulled her to him and hugged her. They pulled back they looked at each other and Draco felt the sweat forming on his hands. Harry lowered his head to hers and lightly pressed his mouth to hers, he parted her lips with his own and slid his tongue into her mouth.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as they continued to kiss and Draco had to turn away, closing his eyes. He couldn't stand watching her kiss another man. He didn't love her, that was true, but she was still his girlfriend and he still cared about her. He heard a groan and he dared look at them. Her hair fell around her in silky waves and Harry's hand was caressing her stomach. His mouth was on her throat and her breathing wasn't normal. Harry was gentle with her and his touches and kisses were soft. Harry pulled her closer and pressed his hips against her, groaning when she pressed her hips close to his.
Harry's hand slipped to her button on her jeans and he tugged at it. Her eyes flew open and she drew back from him. He looked at her with a questioning gaze and their breathing was low and ragged.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, trying to gather his wits. She touched her lips that were swollen from his kisses and tugged at her shirt.
"We're friends Harry. I'm also dating and living with Draco. You're with Ginny. You love her and I love Draco. We-we can't do this. It's wrong. We can't keep kissing everytime we're alone." Draco's head snapped up. They had kissed before? Something about this was vaguely familiar. Someone had once said it to him.
"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know why I do it." Draco had a feeling he knew, but wasn't going to say anything.
"How long have we been friends Harry?" She asked, playing with the hem of her shirt. He had stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and Draco could see that he was trying not to look at her chest.
"A few years now. Why?" He said, looking at the floor.
"Would you want to sacrifice our friendship for lust Harry? Say we give in to our lust, which would ruin our friendship. And it would also ruin our relationships with the people we love. Is that what you want?" Harry shook his head and he sighed. She lifted her sweater and both Harry and Draco had the same idea in mind. When she had taken it off she was now wearing a tee shirt. Harry licked his lips and tried to hide his lust. Yet it was painfully obvious what he wanted. It was written all over him.
"No, that's not what I want. I'm sorry Jeanie. Tell Draco I need to speak to him okay? I've got to go." She nodded and they hugged. Harry held her longer that Draco would've liked and his hands were a little to close to her arse but he let her go and stepped back. He apparated and Draco silently walked into he kitchen, not wanting Jeanie to know he had been listening.
He grabbed a cup and poured some Firewhisky into it. He sat down at the bar and stared into his cup. He looked up when he heard her intake of breath and forced a smile.
"How're you feeling?" He asked, knowing that she must feel wonderful.
"Better. A lot better." She said as tied her hair back in a ponytail. She wasn't meeting his eyes and he knew why. "Are you hungry? I can make something."
"No I'm not. You don't have to make anything." She was standing in front of the pantry and he walked up behind her. He placed a hand on her hip and she jerked away and he pulled his hand back and placed it in his pocket.
"I'm not going to hurt you Jeanie. I just wanted to touch you." He said, his voice thick. "Please don't be afraid of me. I never meant to hurt you." He didn't know why, but he felt like crying. He felt like getting down on his knees and begging her to forgive him. She moved away from him and he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. She wouldn't look at him.
"Draco, please, stop it." She was trying to get him to let her go and he wouldn't. A tear slipped out of her eyes and he lowered his mouth to hers. She quit struggling and kissed him back. His mouth was gently moving over hers and she gave in.
His arms slid around her waist and lifted her onto the counter. He placed his mouth on her throat and she moved her head so he had better access to her throat. She had her hands on his shoulders and her legs were on either side of him. He put his hand on her hip and pulled her towards him. He slid his hands into her hair as she deftly undid his shirt buttons. She ran her hand over his chest and slipped his shirt off over his shoulders.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered in her ear as he tugged her shirt over her head. "I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me. What I said wasn't true. I was just angry with you." He pressed his lips against her neck and she felt his hot tears against her skin. "Please don't leave me, please don't leave me for Harry." She gasped and pulled away from him.
"Draco, I'm never going to leave you. I certainly wouldn't leave you for Harry." She looked at him and his eyes were a dark grey with flecks of silver in them and she ran her fingers through his silky hair and brought his mouth to hers and kissed with a passion she had not known she possessed.
His hand slid to her back and unhooked her bra with expertise. He pressed his lips against her skin in a searing kiss and she sighed. He slid the straps from her shoulders and let it fall to the kitchen floor. He took one of her breasts in his hand and gently, softly massaged it. He flicked his thumb over her nipple and felt it strain against his rough palm. He bent down and took a hard, pink nipple in his mouth and lightly sucked. She threw her head back and moaned.
He felt himself straining against his pants and unzipped them, freeing himself. She slid her hand down and took him in her hand gently stroking him as their tongues danced around with each other. He moaned and pressed himself into her hand. He undid the button on her jeans and slipped them over her hips. She lifted her hips as he slid off the knickers and watched him as he rid himself of his clothes.
She moaned and gasped throwing her head back and he gently slid into her. She slid her legs around his waist pulling him in deep. He had his hands on her hips as they thrust together and their mouths swallowed their cries. He whispered endearments in her ear and he moved his hips and thrust himself in side of her, slipping in and out, tormenting her. Finally, he grasped her hips and shuddered, releasing himself fully into her. He pressed his forehead against hers and felt her throb around him.
"Oh Draco. The kitchen?" Her voice was soft and sated with lovemaking and he smiled. At the time he hadn't thought about what he was doing, but he just wanted to do it. Thinking about their activities made him stand erect and want more from her. She felt this and smiled.
"Yes, love, in the kitchen." He said and stroked her body with his hand.
"I can't believe I just made love to you on the counter. Oh Draco." Hearing his name fall from her lips the way it did made it impossible for him to not want to take her again. "I have to tell you something. Let's get dressed and go into the living room so we can talk." He groaned and kissed her lips. "This is important Draco." He closed his eyes and pulled out of her. They got dressed and went to sit on the couch. He kissed her throat.
"So what's so important?" He asked as he lazily played with the zipper on her pants.
"I'm pregnant Draco." The three words made him jump and look at her. She was biting her lip and had lowered her eyes.
"P-pregnant?" He asked, not knowing why he felt a flipping feeling in his stomach. He felt happy and he didn't know why. He should be upset.
"I'll understand if you aren't ready to be a father. I just wanted you to know that you're going to be a father." Her voice was thick with tears and he was confused. Why wouldn't he want to be a father?
"No Jeanie. I do want to be the father. I've always wanted to have children. Though I expected I'd be married when I became a father. Oh love, there is nothing to cry about. I'm going to father this child and give him my name." He said and she threw her arms around his neck. He smiled and pulled back to touch her stomach.
His child was growing inside this woman and he felt extremely happy. He was going to have a baby. He had a sudden thought and looked at her.
"How far along are you?" His hand was still stroking her stomach, amazed that something he had created was growing inside her. He was hoping that it was a boy, but if it was a girl he hoped it would look like her beautiful mother.
"Two months. I went a couple of days ago to get a check up and I told the Healer that I was feeling a bit queasy and he gave me a look. He said I might be pregnant, but we had to do a test first. We did and sure enough I'm pregnant. He smiled and asked whom the father was and I told him. He looked very shocked and he said, "I'm sure Lucius will be proud." Although I doubt your father is going to be very happy." She said looking down at her hands.
"Why do you say that?" He asked taking one of her hands in his own and stroking it.
"We're not married. I remember when we moved into together. Do you think we should tell him?" She asked toying with the hem of her shirt.
"I think we should. What do you say we tell him tomorrow? I want to celebrate." He said as a lascivious smile crossed his features. She stood up and gave him a come-hither smile.
"Didn't you get enough?" She asked as she ran up the stairs. He chased her and when he reached their bedroom walked in and shut the door and they didn't come out until morning.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Was it good? Be it known to you guys that I am only fourteen. Lol. A bit shocking, yes?
Coming in the next chapter:
Draco introduces Jeanie to Lucius and together they tell him about their child. Ginny gets an unexpected visit and Harry tells some startling news to Ron.
Enjoy!