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Perfect Mistake
Six
Where Are You Now?
Bee buckled her shoes carefully and smiled when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She knew he was coming.
"Hi," she chirped, grinning.
"Did you give your mommy the letter?" He asked.
She nodded proudly.
"Did she say anything?" He asked, trying to act like he didn't really care but Bee knew he did.
"She cried," Bee said.
He winced. "Damn," he muttered.
"But she said she was happy, then she smiled too," Bee offered and he relaxed.
"Who are you?" she asked and he stared at her.
"I'm Draco," he answered simply.
She shook her head emphatically, her hair slapping against her cheeks. "No, who are you?" she asked again.
Draco closed his eyes against the pain. "I am," he started. "Just Draco…"
Bee looked at him in disbelief. "How do you know my mommy?" she accused.
"We went to school together," Draco replied, sitting down next to his daughter.
"Really?" Bee perked up. "Were you in Gryffindor too?"
"Nah," he chuckled. "I was in Slytherin."
Bee narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure? My daddy and my mommy were good friends back in Hogwarts and daddy hates Slytherin, so how would my mommy know you?"
She's smart, Draco thought proudly, our baby, she's amazing. "Your mommy was different from your daddy, she doesn't hate all Slytherins."
Bee accepted that answer. "How do you make my mommy smile?"
Draco did a double take. "What?" he asked, frowning, wondering if he had heard correctly.
"How do you make my mommy smile? No one can make her smile like she did, not even me, not even daddy."
Draco looked away, shattering inside. Hermione, how much have suffered these years? He drew a shuddering breath. "I don't know," he managed finally.
"Is it some kind of magic?" Bee asked curiously. "Do you have some kind of special magic that makes mommy happy? Can you teach me?"
Draco ached, inside and out. "Bee," he said softly.
Her face fell and she leaned into Draco. He stiffened slightly in shock before embracing his daughter. "I just want to make her happy," Bee said quietly.
"I know, so do I," Draco said.
"But you already do," Bee replied.
"Nah, that's not true," Draco watched as Bee wiggled out of his arms and get to her feet. "Where are you going?"
"No where," she said simply and stared at him intently. "Are you going anywhere?" she asked.
"No," he answered, smiling. "I'm not going anywhere."
Bee's face burst into a large smile. "Ok," she nodded.
She took his hand and pulled him onto his feet.
"Bee?" Hermione appeared, smiling. Her smile froze on her face when she took in the sight in front of her- Bee's small hand grasping tightly onto her father's large one. Inside, she exploded with all kinds of emotions.
"Hello, mommy!" Bee said, running over and dragging Draco along.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hi," Hermione whispered.
Bee beamed. "Mr. Draco says you went to Hogwarts together and he was from Slytherin!"
"I know," Hermione nodded, a small smile on her lips.
"Can he come home with us?" Bee asked.
Hermione winced and stared at Draco.
He grinned at her. "Am I invited?" he drawled, his eyes sparkling at her.
Hermione blushed. "Bee," she hissed. "Don't be silly."
"Please?" Bee begged.
Draco smirked at her and she felt shivers run down her spine. She ached to reach out and touch him, kiss him.
"Okay," she said softly and her heart sailed at how his face lit up at her agreement.
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"Here," Hermione set a cup of tea in front of him.
"Thank you," Draco said. "Where's Ron?"
"Working, he won't be home until ten today," Hermione answered, sliding a plate of cookies to him as well.
"Mommy," Bee shouted.
"Yes?" Hermione turned around.
"I'm going to take a nap," she yelled.
"Okay," Hermione smiled.
Bee's bedroom door swung shut and Hermione realized that the both of them were alone.
"She's amazing," Draco looked at her.
"I know," she nodded. "Absolutely amazing," she agreed.
"She's ours," he admired. "It's no wonder she's so brilliant."
Hermione laughed and promptly slapped herself.
Draco's hand settled over hers. "Hermione," he said in a low voice. "It's alright."
"No," she disagreed. "It isn't."
"It isn't?" he asked before pressing his mouth to hers.
Hermione gasped, her lips parting and that resulted in his tongue slipping past to tangle with hers. She didn't want to touch him but instinct broke out over her, a massive wave, and she wrapped her arms around him. She fell into that familiar rhythm, nudging him closer urgently. The kiss was hungry, violent, a feast for what they had both been missing. It took less than moment for Hermione to come alive beneath him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer, consuming him in a way that he had almost forgotten.
Draco was panting and shaking. "Hermione," he moaned into her mouth and she deepened the kiss. There was a crash as the cup of tea was spilt but none of them looked up or broke the kiss.
When he pulled away, only to take breath, she had melted into his arms, a beautiful mess.
"Draco," she murmured. "Is this how it used to be like?"
He was choked up, unable to speak. He met her eyes, speaking volumes, begging her with his eyes to let him love her one more time. She nodded slowly and led him into her bedroom.
He stood there, his heart in his hands and his mouth on hers once more, praying that she would take him for who he was, again, although he didn't deserve it.
Forgive me, he whimpered as she did things to him with her tongue that he'd been dreaming about for five years.
Hermione realized she had never forgotten how it was like to be right there with him, stark naked, their hands on each other's bodies- open and honest.
This was what I missed, she realized, tracing her way down his body with her lips. He bucked underneath her, moaning incoherent words of pure pleasure.
"Hermione," he said clearly, sounding strangled with emotions as he grabbed her by the shoulders and heaving himself up to stare down at her. "Hermione," he repeated, rolling her name around his tongue like it was piece of delicious candy.
"Draco," she answered, smiling.
He let his body tangle with hers, filling her to the brim with his love, and letting her wrap her love around him. He made love to her with so much passion the air around them buzzed with intensity and she let him love her the way he did.
"I missed you," he confessed hoarsely, desperately needing her to know this.
"I know," she silenced him. "I know."
"Ok," he breathed for her just like she cried for him.
He kissed her, licking the tears away from her face, moving inside her.
When he reached his peak, he was vaguely aware that he was crying out her name to the heavens. Hermione watched as he let go, shuddering and collapsing atop her. She felt her jerk away from her body, floating into an endless spiral of bliss as her body was claimed with waves of pleasure that she had never knew for years.
She lay limp, wide-eyed and exhausted in his arms, sweating and frail. He rolled off her to lie next to her. He propped himself up with an elbow, staring at her with a smile of his face.
"Oh my God," she whispered, eyes filled with wonder.
How was it that right at that moment, breathless, tired and sweaty, she felt more full, happier and more loved than she had ever been?
"I know," he said smugly.
"Shut up," she laughed, punching him in the gut.
He yelped. "Hermione," he bellowed, grinning, tackling her onto the bed, peppering kisses all over her face.
She squealed and laughed, squirming under him, begging to be released. "Draco, NO!" she cried out, giggling uncontrollably. "I'm sorry," she panted.
"You sure?" he grinned.
"YES!" she shouted and he stopped tickling her.
She sat up, scowling at him. "You're going to get it," she swore and his eyes widened in horror.
"Oops," he winced. "I shouldn't have done that right?"
"Too right you are," she smirked at him, pouncing atop him and proceeded to make him sorry.
--
Hermione screamed until the pain passed.
"Push, Hermione," the mediwitch called Holly urged. "Hermione, I need you to push, please!"
"NO!" she yelled. "I can't!"
"Hermione," Holly begged. "Your baby is almost here, please push!"
"Go away," Hermione screamed. "I don't want this right now!"
The door burst open and Hermione reacted violently, sitting up to see if he was here. Her face fell when she realized it was Ginny.
"Where's he?" she demanded, almost hysterical as the contractions came once more.
"Ron's almost here," Ginny said.
I didn't mean Ron, Hermione thought desperately. I meant Draco, Draco where are you now?
"Hermione, please let's do this together," Ginny said quietly.
"I cannot do this, I'm not ready," Hermione shouted, her face contorted in pain.
"Hermione, listen to me! Your baby is coming now, whether you like it or not," Ginny hollered in Hermione face. "Hermione!"
Hermione whimpered. "No," she whispered.
"One, two, three and we push together alright?" Ginny asked.
Hermione looked into her face and her vision swam. She saw his handsome face looming over hers, replacing Ginny's and his grey eyes comforted her.
"Draco?" she thought, her heart bursting in happiness.
"Hermione," he said. "One, two, three and we push together alright?"
Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "Okay."
He smiled. "Okay. One," he counted and Hermione took a deep breath. "Two. Three."
Hermione pushed, screaming.
"Good, that's brilliant," he encouraged. "One more alright? Push, Hermione, push!"
Hermione pushed, ignoring the pain, because Draco wanted her to push, he wanted their baby, so she was going to bring this baby out.
She felt something slip out of her and she let go, falling away into darkness but not before Draco's face vanished to be replaced again with Ginny's.
"No," she cried out before she fell away. Where are you now?
--
"Draco, you have to go now," she said reluctantly.
"I know," he said, buttoning his shirt.
"I don't know," she said helplessly. "You know, about us?" she stared at him imploringly, hoping he could give her detailed and precise answers that could make that queasy feeling in her stomach go away.
"We'll be alright," he promised before apparating away, leaving Hermione standing in the middle of her bedroom, stunned.
Hermione took a few seconds to react and she hastily cast charms around the room to get rid of whatever evidence of their love.
She then stepped into the shower to try and remove his mark but gave up when she realized it wasn't going to work, because he was already within her.
"Mommy," Bee appeared at the doorway as she stepped out from the bathroom.
Hermione smiled at her daughter, dressed in pink pajamas and dragging a large teddy bear in one hand. "Yes, darling?"
"Does daddy know about Mr. Draco?" Bee asked quietly.
Hermione shook her head. "Let him be our little secret alright?"
Bee nodded quickly, smiling. "Okay."
"Promise," Hermione grinned.
"Promise," Bee smiled back, basking in her mother's happiness and for the first time, her mother smelt different- like chocolate, like something warm and spicy, something clean and creamy. Was this how happiness smelt like? Bee fell into her mother's arms, breathing in deeply, intoxicated.
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