Wednesday
Hermione woke up early and stretched in bed, feeling more energy than she had felt the previous months. At thirteen weeks pregnant she started to feel good about the pregnancy as a whole. She wasn't as scared as she was at first about raising two (possibly) blond-haired kids who in nothing resembled her or the Weasleys.
Actually, she had thought about that and now that Draco knew the whole truth, she didn't see the point in marrying Charlie anymore.
The twins would have her last name and she would protect them from gossip as much as she could.
After all, gossip would follow her and them whether she married Charlie or not. That was part of her life already.
Hermione wrapped her arms around the pillow beside her and inhaled, savouring the scent of expensive male cologne that still lingered.
Draco's letter had affected her a little; all in all, it had made her realize that if she didn't find it in her heart to forgive him, they'd never be able to move forward – and, since she could see he was honest in his feelings for her, she had no doubt she wanted to move forward with him.
She forced herself to let go of his pillow and get out of bed, getting ready to go to work and walking to the kitchen, finding another letter on the table – where breakfast, surprisingly, already waited for her.
I'm sorry. – it said on the outside again.
She sat on the chair, looking from the letter to the food in front of her.
Leave it to Draco to mean it when he says he'll apologize daily. But how is he getting here to-
"Eli." She whispered, realizing she had blocked Draco from the floo and from the apparition, but Eli was an elf – blocking an elf from apparating took different wards.
She took a bite of the flaky croissant and let out a soft moan – it was amazing – and then she opened the letter:
Good morning, my love
Hope you slept well and find the breakfast to your liking.
This afternoon I have to attend a Governors' Board meeting to decide on the next Hogwarts Headmaster. Apparently, McGonagall is thinking of retiring and has requested us to appoint her successor.
Can you imagine Hogwarts without Minerva McGonagall?
I would love to hear your opinion on the matter.
Have a great day.
I dreamed of you, Scorpius and Lyra last night. It was a perfect dream.
Love,
Draco.
Hermione sipped from the steaming cup of latte in front of her, nearly moaning again – it was freaking delicious – and thought about what she had read.
McGonagall is leaving Hogwarts?
Wow.
She wanted to pick up parchment and a quill and reply to Draco, ask him who were the professors the Governors were thinking for the Headmaster position, but she stopped.
She knew what he was doing, he was engaging her mind, trying to make her reply to him and...
And what? She wondered, putting the letter on the table and finishing her breakfast. If she replied to him, what would happen?
He'd see it as an invitation to keep wooing me.
But would he stop if she didn't reply?
She knew he wouldn't; he had said he'd apologize daily, and that was what he was doing.
I could block Eli out.
But as soon as she thought of that, she knew she wouldn't do it. Hermione was enjoying the letters, it was good to know he missed her, to read his words saying he knew he had messed up and regretted doing so.
She loved him, yes – but she wasn't about to make things easy for him.
At the Ministry
After a calm morning, and a fun lunch with Pansy and Blaise, Hermione was surprised to see Harry walk into her office a few minutes past one in the afternoon.
"Hi, Harry. What can I do for you?"
"There's a Governor's Board meeting today." he sounded concerned. "Malfoy has just entered the building."
Hermione looked at him with a smile, "I'm aware of the meeting, I knew he'd be here today."
He frowned, "Charlie told me the last time you and Malfoy were in the same building you nearly jumped on each other and you even slapped him."
"So you're worried about Lord Malfoy's physical integrity?" she smirked.
"It's my job, Mione!" Harry let out a frustrated sigh. "He is a fucking Governor in official business here today. I have to protect him and the other Governors!"
She rolled her eyes at his exaggerated worry. "It's fine, Mr. Head of Aurors. I'm not going to assault his Lordiness today."
Harry nodded but didn't leave.
"What is it, Harry?" she asked.
"I know Malfoy went to your house the other night. I was with Theo at his flat before he left."
"Yes. He did."
Before Harry could make another question, there were knocks on the door.
"Come in." Hermione said.
And the door opened to reveal a very well-presented Draco Malfoy; he had slicked back his hair, and his suit was of a cut Hermione had never seen he wear before. He looked elegant and regal and made her want to run her hands down his chest and fall onto her knees and suck him off with just his cock out of those fancy trousers. The thought of sitting on him as he worked dressed like that, warming his cock as he made important decisions on laws, filled her mind and she nearly moaned.
"Miss Granger." Draco greeted her with a smile, glancing at Harry next. "Potter."
"Lord Malfoy." It was clear that Harry was struggling to control his sneer.
Hermione swallowed the drool that had gathered in her mouth and cleared her throat before replying: "Lord Malfoy, good afternoon."
The grey eyes sparkled mischievously; Draco was clearly remembering the last time he had heard her call him like that, begging him to bury his cock deep inside of her.
"Alright," Harry cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "I can't witness this." he shivered in disgust at the heavy feeling of desire in the air. "I'll wait by Vicky's desk. You have five minutes before your meeting, Lord Malfoy." And he left.
"What can I do for you?" Hermione asked when the door closed.
Draco smirked, "You could marry me and we'd all be happy."
Hermione rolled her eyes at that.
So he continued: "But I know I haven't apologized enough. I just came here to see you and- I'd like to send my love to the babies. If you'll allow me."
She stood up from her chair, not heartless enough to forbid him from doing that. "Sure, Draco. No problem."
He walked towards her and stopped right in front of her; she trembled, his perfume surrounding her as he touched both hands to her lower belly, closing his eyes.
She took advantage of that moment to admire his features, he was too good-looking and exuded confidence, she wanted to lick his jaw, pull him closer and kiss his soft-looking lips.
No. He needs to grovel a little longer. She reminded herself.
"Who- who are you considering for Headmaster?" she asked, licking her lips.
Draco opened his eyes and smiled, having confirmation that she was opening and reading his letters, "It's to be decided between Flitwick and Slughorn. Both have the years and knowledge of the castle to be capable Headmasters."
"Which will you choose?"
"Flitwick." he said, removing his hands from her belly, but not walking away.
"Really?' she was surprised.
"Well, he's never acted solely on the behalf of the Ravenclaws. I believe he'll be a fair Headmaster."
She fixed him with a knowing gaze, "And the fact that Slughorn rejected your application to the Slug Club has nothing to do with your decision?"
Draco quickly covered her belly with both hands again, seeming concerned all of a sudden. "Don't talk like that in front of the kids, Granger. They'll think I'm prone to pettiness."
Hermione laughed. "I'm certain they've already heard worse about you."
He gave her a small smile and took a step back before he gave into his desires and pulled her closer and kissed her, risking breaking that unexpected feeling of truce he was getting from her.
"How was breakfast?" he asked from the other side of her desk.
"Delicious. But you know how I feel about using Eli-"
"Eli is my personal house elf, Hermione." Draco interrupted her. "Therefore, he's bound to the twins by blood. Serving them makes him happy. You're not going to stop an elf's happiness, are you, Granger?"
She pursed her lips, "You know I won't."
"Good. So, you can expect more-"
The door to her office was suddenly opened violently, hitting the wall loudly, and Blaise and Charlie Weasley stormed into the room, Harry right behind them.
Blaise stopped beside Hermione, one hand on her back. "Are you ok?" he whispered.
"Of course. It's fine-"
But Charlie was invading Draco's personal space intimidatingly. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" he demanded.
But Draco didn't even flinch, "Talking to the mother of my children, Weasley."
And Charlie's wand was on his neck. "You weren't man enough to stay by her side against your own family's prejudices, ferret! You're not claiming her and the babies now!"
Hermione rolled her eyes at that scene, and Blaise tightened his hand on her waist.
But Draco still didn't make a move to grab his wand. "No, Weasley, you're not claiming them! She's mine and the babies she carries are mine!"
"I'll give them all my name if Hermione so wants." Charlie replied with a smirk.
Then Draco fisted his hands, but didn't pull out his wand. "I'm working to set my mistakes right, not that it's any of your business!"
Charlie laughed mockingly. "Until she calls off the wedding, Malfoy, as far as I know, she's still my fiancée."
Harry took a step closer when he noticed Draco's hand moving to his pocket. "Let's go, Malfoy. Zabini. You're both already late for the meeting."
Blaise laid a kiss on her forehead and walked to the door.
Draco slowly lowered his hand and nodded, walking to the door and turning back to wink at Hermione.
When the door closed, she shook her head. "And now you made him believe the wedding is still on."
Charlie gave her a mischievous smile, "Well, no one knows you called it off just this morning. Only my parents and the two of us. Let him suffer a little longer." he put his wand in his pocket. "Is he truly making amends?"
"Yes. He apologized several times already and... he's writing me letters, daily."
He nodded impressed. "Classic move. Are you planning on making him grovel for how much longer?"
"A few more days at least." she replied, sitting on her chair.
"Good. The ferret deserves it. He's already got the looks and the pockets; he cannot have the most awesome witch in the world without a challenge."
She laughed. "Thanks for that, Charlie."
"I still don't think he deserves you but... It's clear you love him." Charlie smiled, "I can't wait to keep calling you my fiancée in front of him though, even after you two are married. Ferret will flip."
Hermione shook her head and chuckled.
"Also," he continued. "I want godfather's rights."
Hermione smiled. "Well, Ginny and Pansy are Lyra's godmothers while Blaise and Harry are Scorpius'."
"I want both. That way they both have three godparents."
She nodded. "Of course, Charlie. And thank you for everything, you helped keep me sane this past month."
"Don't mention it, fiancée." he winked at her before leaving the office.
And Hermione just rolled her eyes. Boys.
That night, already at home, Hermione was walking to the kitchen to make her own dinner when she saw the table was already set, with a silver food dome covering something that smelled delicious.
She sat on her chair and, on her plate, found a letter with I'm sorry written on the outside as usual.
My love,
The Governors' Board meeting went longer than I expected, I've just got home and sat to write to you.
After a lot of back and forth, Prof. Flitwick was appointed Hogwarts new Headmaster. Some Governors called me a traitor for choosing the Ravenclaw over a professor from my own House.
I've added another token of a moment of our history that I cherish. Hope you do too.
I love you.
Sleep well.
Draco.
Hermione looked at the keychain he had sent and smiled, recognizing the name of the muggle hotel in Iceland where they had stayed for a weekend about a year ago.
She used to talk about how much she loved camping and the nature, and specially the beauty of waterfalls. But Draco had been honest and told her he'd never attempt to go camping, but they could still enjoy nature; then he surprised her with that trip to Iceland to visit an amazing waterfall named Seljalandsfoss.
She lifted the silver food cover and saw that Eli had made her favourite shepherd's pie recipe, so she ate as she stared at the keychain and recalled that trip.
FLASHBACK
The Seljalandsfoss waterfall was tall, dropping about sixty meters from the edge of a mountainous rock formation, its easy access from the main road was the reason Draco had chosen the place – he abhorred the idea of needing to hike through the woods to reach a waterfall.
The place was famous amongst tourists, but there was no one there when they arrived.
"We're so lucky get to have this place all for ourselves." Hermione said, completely taken by the beauty of the waterfall and the small lake that had formed under it.
"Yes. Luck." Draco smirked.
Then she understood it hadn't been luck at all. "What did you do, Draco?"
"One of the tour guides is a wizard and I mentioned that I wanted some privacy with my witch – so he let me know he could provide it. He didn't schedule any tours this way and also cast some spells around the waterfall for the day. We have the whole site just for us until seven p.m."
Hermione shook her head, finding that excessive, but secretly glad he had thought of that for she could enjoy the beauty and the peace without the interference of others.
"This is a true gift of nature." She said over the sound of the water.
"Yes, it's beautiful," he agreed as they approached the edge of the Lake.
All of a sudden, she started taking off her clothes and shoes.
"Granger, what are you doing?"
"I'm going in."
Draco looked at her with a frown, "Are you mad? It's barely 20C."
"And we are wizards who know how to cast Heating Charms." she said, standing half-naked in front of Draco in nothing but a bikini he was certain was a size too small for her, for it covered the bare minimum of her breasts and pussy.
He knew he had to have been giving her a hungry stare, for she giggled and winked at him.
"Like what you see?" she slowly turned around.
"You look good enough to lick all over, love."
Then she walked to the lake, hips swaying, her lose curls dancing along her back; when she reached the edge of the water, she tested the lake's temperature and then dove in.
Draco couldn't take his eyes away from her – knowing he was a lucky man to have that witch by his side. Hermione was the whole package: brilliant, educated and gorgeous, with a sexy body and honey-coloured eyes that seemed to hypnotize him, and those soft-looking lips that he could spend hours kissing or thrusting between them.
"Hey!" she shouted, jolting him out of his daydreaming. "You'll just stand there?"
He hated the idea of removing his comfortably warm clothes to enter the certainly freezing-cold lake, but a sexy witch was calling him, "Fine, I'm going." He said, taking off his clothes.
Hermione stopped swimming to watch the show, submerging most of her body except for her nose and eyes, she watched as he pulled his sweater and shirt off, so many hard muscles moving at the same time she almost wished she could ask him to put them back on just so she could watch him take them off once more. Draco seemed oblivious of her gaze on him, he took off his shoes next and unfastened his trousers, sliding them down his legs. She was glad her mouth was below the water for she uttered a low spontaneous moan when he walked to the lake in nothing but dark-blue boxer briefs.
He cast the Heating Charm on himself and smirked as he swam towards her, recognizing in her eyes the same feeling of lust that was boiling inside of him.
Hermione saw his eyes glinting with mischief, "What are you so happy about?" she asked, swimming away from him.
"Let's play tag." He said.
"Tag?" She frowned. "What are we? Ten?"
But he didn't reply, swimming towards her. "When I catch you, I'll have me wicked way with you."
Hermione squealed and swam away as fast as she could.
Draco chased her around the lake and twice she felt his hand closing around her calves – but she managed to escape both times.
"I'm gonna catch you, Granger." He said, panting lightly from all the swimming and holding his breath under water; his whole body seemed aware of her, the warmth of the Heating Charm preventing him from feeling the uncomfortable coldness of the water.
She looked at him, breathing a little irregularly too, "That's something that we have yet to see happen." She teased, loving the chase but wishing he'd just catch her already. "What are you waiting for?" she egged him on. "I guess I'll just lean here and take a nap while you decide if you're up to the task of catching me." And she leaned against a large boulder and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
When he didn't reply, she opened her eyes. "Dray?" she called. "Oh, shit!" he had dived and now she had no idea where he was!
Hermione began to swim fast, but soon felt a hand on her left thigh and another on the right side of her waist. She emerged and was face to face with a soaking wet Draco, both his arms around her.
"You cheated!" she shouted with a shove against his chest. "That was very unLordylike of you!"
He tightened his arms around her and laughed. "I'm about to be a lot more unLordylike, Miss Granger."
And then his lips were on hers and she wrapped her arms around him, gliding her tongue against his with desire. He caressed down her back, grabbing her butt, pulling her as close to him as possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy rubbing onto his hard member, making her moan.
"Thank Salazar for Heating Up Charms." he exclaimed. "Otherwise, we'd have to send a search party to find my dick in this water."
She laughed and lowered a hand to said dick, "I found it."
He smirked and pulled her top to the side, saying "Look what I found." and captured a nipple with his mouth, sucking and biting on the hard nub.
"Fuck, Dray." she gasped, feeling him walking them to the edge of the lake while his lips worked on her nipples with hunger.
He carried her to the back of the waterfall, laying her on the ground and putting himself on top of her, between her legs.
"You call this a bikini, love?" Draco said, trailing kisses down her neck, between her breasts.
"Yes." Hermione gasped as he sucked on one nipple and then the other.
"It's barely covering these delicious tits." he ran his tongue from one breast to the other.
"Fuck me, Dray, please." She was not above begging to get him to pound into her.
He ignored her pleading and grabbed her hair at the back of her head, pulling her head to the side, exposing her neck for his lips, licking and biting the curve of her neck.
She moaned loud, letting him know she wanted exactly that: his hands roaming her body, claiming every inch of her as his, his mouth marking her skin. She loved that more aggressive, possessive, side of him.
One large hand covered her pussy over the fabric of her bikini and she couldn't stop but hump against it.
"Are you wet for me, love?" He pulled the fabric to the side and two fingers entered her pussy, "Oh, yes, wet, tight and hot." He kissed her tits again, feasting on her hard nipples, his fingers still fucking her pussy, expertly avoiding her clit.
"Fuck me," Hermione moaned. "Stick that pureblood cock in me and breed me, Lord Malfoy."
He hissed in pleasure, "Dirty-mouthed mudblood, I should make you beg for it." he removed his fingers from her cunt and brought them to her nipples, smearing her juices on them and sucking. The sight so depraved and delicious that she threw her head back, arching towards him.
"Look at these," he said watching her pebbled nipples. "So delicious." He looked at her face. "I bet I can make you cum right now just by playing with these."
"I doubt it." She challenged him.
"Oh, ma petite sang-de-bourbe, you know you're in trouble now." And he intensified his touches, playing with her breasts non-stop, hands and lips and teeth all working on reaching one goal: make her cum.
Hermione held onto his hair, shoulders and back, as her body was taken by his touches; her pussy dripped and her clit pulsed in desperate need, her womb clenched, as if asking to be filled with cum. But he didn't stop, Draco was a man on a mission and he wasn't going to stop until he had accomplished his goal. Every pull of his mouth on her sensitive nipples was like a pull on her clit.
"Oh, yes, keep doing that." She gasped, moaning loud next.
Watching her climaxing against him when he had barely touched her pussy was one of the sexiest things Draco had ever seen. She writhed and he kept on sucking on her nipples until her moans became whimpers; she kept her eyes closed, the orgasm still shaking her body. Then he kissed down her belly, pulling her bikini down her legs and covering her pussy with his mouth.
Hermione moaned loudly again, opening her legs even more. "Fuck, yes!"
He lapped at her entrance, taking all her juices into his mouth; she smelled sweet and tasted clean, and she was hot, her channel was swollen and dark pink and contracting – begging to be filled. He thrust his tongue into her and then sucked on her clit again and she trembled, reaching another orgasm.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous when you cum." Draco groaned, kissing up her belly and playing a little more with her nipples before taking her mouth. He lowered his trunks with one hand and poised the head of his cock on her entrance, "Look at me, Granger. I want you to keep your gorgeous eyes on mine while I take you." He held her head in place by fisting a hand in her hair.
She looked into his grey eyes, seeing in them the same feelings of desire and love she knew had to be showing on hers, and she felt sexy, desired, loved.
"Now," he whispered over her lips. "Now I'm going to fuck you." And then he thrust into her, balls deep, making her arch and moan loud at his hard invasion.
She felt his, completely his, her eyes closing as a weakening pleasure took over her body.
"Eyes on me, mudblood." He ordered, his hand leaving her hips, touching up her body, pinching one nipple as he sucked the other. He moved hard and deep and soon it was his turn to close his eyes for the tight and hot grip on his cock was too much. "Fucking cunt- stop gripping me, Granger! Shit!" He changed his thrusts to deep and slow, making her feel every thrust of his hips, pining her onto the ground with his larger body.
He tugged on her hair and fucked her, owned her, "Whose cunt is this?"
"Yours." She moaned, holding onto his shoulders. "Dray! Oooh... fuck!" and she was climaxing again.
"Yes. Cum on my cock, mudblood. Make me fill you up with my cum." And he couldn't take that sweet torture any longer, he pounded into her like a madman and spilled his seed deep inside of her.
He touched his forehead to hers, both breathing hard as they enjoyed their post-orgasmic bliss, listening to the sound of the waterfall as the water lapped gently on their sweaty, wet and sated bodies.
"You're perfect, Hermione." He said softly.
"So are you." She knew she was looking at him with the most pathetic enamoured eyes, but she didn't care, she loved him and he knew.
END OF FLASHBACK
After dinner, Hermione found a large slice of chocolate cake in the fridge and sat on the sofa to enjoy it while watching TV. But she wasn't able to pay attention to whatever was on, her mind was still replaying all they had done on that Iceland trip; after visiting the waterfall, they had had dinner at a packed muggle restaurant and had both mentioned how they wished they could have that freedom at home.
She smiled, happy to be filled with the certainty that Draco had never been embarrassed by their love – he had just been an idiot.
She thought about replying to him, but decided against it – Charlie's words in her mind.
Let him grovel some more.
