The presence of Hermione at the Weasley home the next morning was quite a shock to the few members of the Weasley family that sat gathered at the breakfast table. Well, it was less of a shock to Luna, who was far too preoccupied with her third helping of eggs and bacon to take notice. "H-Hermione dear, I didn't expect you to be here so early! Come, sit for breakfast." Mrs Weasley said, pulling a chair for Hermione.

Ron shook his head. "I'm afraid she won't be staying for breakfast mum. She simply came to speak to me last night and lost track of time." A stiff nod from Hermione accompanied his words.

"Oh, well, do come around next time, remember, this will always be your home."

Hermione was touched by the auburn haired woman's words, but she had to admit that it made her feel a tad guilty. She had shunned her second family over the fact that Harry's infidelity still drove an agonizing feeling through her heart. She inwardly promised that she would spend more time with the aging Weasley matriarch in future.

"Thank you Mrs Weasley." She said, before walking out the backdoor. Ron followed suit. Mrs Weasley turned to Luna, who had finished her fourth plate of breakfast. She frowned, noticing that the usually scrawny girl seemed to have filled up, her once prominent cheekbones disappearing as her cheeks became full, her usual B-cups developing into C's, and her hips wider. Needless to say, Mrs Weasley could smell a rat.

A loud crack sounded outside, indicating Hermione's disapparation. Ron walked into the kitchen. "What exactly were you talking about with Hermione?"

"She er… preferred if I kept it private. Anyway, you said Ginny and Harry are coming in later?"

Mr Weasley, who had just finished his breakfast on the other side of the table, stood up, with his empty plate in hand. He placed a kiss on Mrs Weasley's cheek, before dropping his plate in the sink. "I'm afraid I'm a little late for work. Bye love, bye Ron, bye Luna." He said, before taking his leave.

"Bye," Mrs Weasley and Ron said simultaneously, while Luna waved, in her usual daze.

Mrs Weasley stared straight at Ron. "Come upstairs, we need to have a talk. Luna you don't mind doing the dishes do you?"

"Oh I don't mind Mrs Weasley. The nargles were already starting to gather. They're attracted to dirt you see."

"Yes, that's nice dear. Ron, follow me." Ron nervously followed his mother up the stairs, slightly anxious about what she wanted to speak to him about.

She ushered him into one of the rooms, and once he was inside she entered, closing the door behind the both of them.

"What is it you want to talk to me about mum?" Ron asked.

Mrs Weasley took a seat on the bed before crossing her legs and resting her intertwined hands on her knee. Ron's nervousness heightened.

"Is there something you aren't telling me?" Ron began to sweat bullets. He shuffled nervously. Mrs Weasley grew intense as she scrutinized his demeanor.

"N-No, there's nothing of interest that I may not be telling you, why?" He scratched his head, his attempt at looking honest utterly futile.

Molly Weasley had spent almost thirty years of her life being a mother to seven lovely children, six of which being boys, and if there's one thing she learnt in her lengthy period of motherhood, it was that boys were terrible, terrible liars.

"Oh really?" Of course, Mrs Weasley already knew the truth. Once she had found the used pregnancy test in the bin and she noticed that Luna wasn't using the menstrual products she bought, she put two and two together.

Now she didn't know whether to be mad or excited.

"Uhh, yeah? I-I mean, unless you're a Legilimens and can see that I failed to tell you that I didn't do the laundry yesterday."

Mrs Weasley shook her head, chuckling. "No, that's not what I'm looking to hear. But that doesn't mean I'll let it slide. And since you can't seem to recall that you need to tell me something, I'll refresh your memory."

"Ron, when were you going to tell me that Luna's expecting?" Ron burst into a fit of coughs, his face growing redder with each cough that hacked out of his mouth. Mrs Weasley watched his reaction with a smirk.

Finally his fits ceased, and he could speak clearly. "I-I… H-How did you know about that?" He asked.

"Ron… it isn't my first time seeing a pregnant body. She's barely showing and I could tell! I have to say, Ginny did a better job hiding hers!" She laughed.

"So are you mad at us?"

The Weasley matriarch shook her head. "I have to be honest Ron… I am. I mean, you could've told me, I'm your mother for Merlin's sake! Didn't you think it was worth your mother learning that she's having another grandchild? And I'm a little disappointed that you're having this baby out of wedlock." As much as Mrs Weasley was supportive, the traditionalist within her wouldn't just sit idly at this violation of principles.

"Ah, ah, ah, that's where you're wrong mum." Ron said, suddenly smug. Mrs Weasley frowned, watching as Ron rummaged in his trunk by the bed. After a considerable amount of time, he fished out a velvety box, smiling triumphantly. Mrs Weasley cupped her mouth with her hand upon spotting the box.

"Y-you're joking…." She trailed off, flabbergasted.

Ron smiled, not a single hint of tomfoolery lurking in his eyes. "I've never been more serious in my life."


Hermione returned to the manor with a thunderous crack, the sound alerting one of the house elves, Timmy, who rushed into the foyer, shirt and pants baggy and stained with foodstuff. "Miss Hermione! Master Malfoy wishes to see yous! Master Malfoy is in his study now."

Hermione felt that it was too early to get into the inevitable screaming match with Draco. She barely slept a wink at the Weasley's, so she was extremely tired, and also quite famished.

Hermione contemplated for a moment. On the one hand, she could have breakfast, then go to bed, and on the other she could witness Draco's pitiful attempt at defending his deplorable behaviour.

An unknown force pushed her forward, her feet having a mind of their own as she walked to Draco's study, her body, for a reason unknown to her, choosing to go along with the latter.

She didn't knock; she just barged in. Draco stood by the window, looking out at the scenic view of the Malfoy grounds. He didn't turn nor flinch as Hermione stormed up to him. He didn't react when she turned him, and swiftly swatted him on the cheek, the loud sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the empty room. He kept his stony guise on all through that.

"Are you done?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised. Hermione felt her anger flare up.

"Arsehole." She hissed through her teeth. She was aware that she wasn't being rational and letting him tell his side of the story, but at the moment all signs of rationality had simmered into nothing in her body.

Draco backed away from the fuming witch. "I need you to let me explain."

Hermione scoffed. "Explain what? That you're a miserable rat? No need for that because your sweet little ex lover made me quite aware of that!"

"Hermione—"

"No, I'm done Malfoy! I'm done. Don't fucking 'Hermione' me and try to butter me up! I—"

What happened next was something that not even Sybill Trelawney's divination would have led her to foresee.

Draco moved forward, cupping Hermione's face, abruptly ending her rant. Their eyes locked for a brief moment before the contact broke as he brought his lips onto hers, capturing her mouth with his.

Almost immediately Hermione melted into the embrace like butter on a skillet. Her hands rested on his shoulder, as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss.

The tender kiss soon turned sensual as his hand began to roam over her body, groans leaving his mouth. Small whimpers escaped from her lips as he nipped at her bottom lips, his tongue sparring for dominance with hers until he eventually won.

After what felt like forever, the kiss broke. Draco stared down at her, eyes dark with lust, his gaze infecting her with aphrodisiac emotions. Wordlessly, she took his hand, and led him out of the study and into a guest room from across the hall.

Once inside, they resumed their fervent kissing, this time increased with intensity and passion. Hermione aided him in lifting her pyjama top, the flimsy clothing item thrown to the floor.

Soon the rest of their clothes followed her top in a blur of passion, leaving them in just their underwear. It was the first time she had bared herself in her full, almost nude glory to Draco, and she felt unashamed. She ran her hands over his well toned and muscular stomach, her fingers tracing his six pack.

"Are we… really doing this?" Draco asked, uncertainty swimming along with lust in the pools of grey that were his eyes.

Hermione closed her eyes. She searched for any reasoning that could've stopped her from going along with this, but it seemed as though they were all hiding from her, dodging her grasp in the dark alcoves of her mind. Not even Celeste and her cold, menacing face came up in her mind.

"Yes. Yes we are." She finally breathed. It was quite apparent that arousal was the only thing working in her mind at the moment. They kissed once again, the sensation of skin on skin making it unbearable for them to hold out.

They eventually ended up on the king sized four poster, snogging intensely, Hermione's fingers knitted in Draco's blonde curls. Draco broke the kiss for a moment so he could dip his head to trail kisses from her jawline, down to her neck, kissing over where her oesophagus resided. A shaky breath left her lips at the feather light sensation. She felt his hands snake behind her back as he continued to kiss over her skin. She felt as he unhooked her bra, the obtrusive fabric loosened. Hermione pulled it off and discarded it to the side. He stopped kissing her, his eyes fixated on her beautiful breasts, the asymmetrical pair of c-cups capped with delectable perky pink nipples that were rounded by rose coloured areolas. He gulped, his tongue absentmindedly running over his lips.

His one hand reached forward, and took a tit. The soft mound fit perfectly in his large hands. He began to play with them, his fingers encircling, teasing and pinching the perky nipples. He lowered his head, taking the other nipple in his mouth. Hermione arched her back in pleasure, her eyes closed as the combination of his sucking and pinching of her nipples drove pleasure through her body. Moans escaped her lips. "D-Draco." She sighed, as she knitted her fingers in his silky platinum curls.

He concluded his ministrations on her breasts, his lips returning to its rightful position: connected to hers. His fingers hooked the waistband of her panties, and he began to pull the silky fabric down her smooth thighs, Hermione aiding the process by bucking her bottom half upwards. Soon her panties were entirely off. She now laid completely naked before Draco, who still had his boxers on, his arousal apparent through the fabric.

He broke the kiss to take in the image of Hermione's naked body, her face tinted red, her full lips flushed and wet, her milky breasts and erect nipples staring up at him, the skin on her flat tummy silky and smooth, and her long legs thrown over the black sheets of the bed. The sun seeping from the curtains kissed her ethereal form, making her look heavenly.

"So beautiful." He muttered under his breath, as he spread her legs, taking in the sight of the cream of the crop: her delicious, pink, moist sex. She was cleanly shaven down there, her labia completely bald and glistening with her essence. Draco licked his lips; he couldn't wait to be nestled within her.

Hermione watched as he pulled his boxers down, lying on the bed with her legs spread. His well endowed length sprung out of his boxers, the girthy member standing proudly. Hermione couldn't help but marvel at his… his… size. He had to have been at least eight inches long, the organ girthy and veiny, the head reddened and swollen. She could see precum oozing from the slit atop of it. She watched as he stroked it, having the urge to touch it herself.

Taking matters into her own hand she sat up, her small hand reaching for his big cock. Draco growled lowly as she took a hold of his shaft, and began slowly stroking. He threw his head back in pleasure; the sensation just felt so otherworldly. Her strokes soon accelerated, the sensation of her soft hands causing a tightening feeling within his balls. Before he could stop himself he came, spilling the contents of his scrotum onto her hand. His creamy ejaculation coated her hands, dripping down her wrist and arm. Hermione bit her lip, blushing; although this had hardly been the first time she had ever brought a man to pleasure, it still flattered her to know that she could bring a man to his arousal.

The handjob wasn't the end of their sexual activities, though. Draco still stood erect, the urge to fuck her the driving force behind his erection. He took his penis in his hand, and led it to her awaiting vagina as she lied back down. The tip of his cock teased her hole, running over her clit and then her labia.

"Oh Merlin, just it in!" Hermione groaned. Draco smirked. "As you wish."

Slowly he began to enter her, feeding his length inch by inch into her. Hermione moaned softly. He continued moving into her until he filled her to the brim. He leant forward, supporting himself by resting his elbow on the pillow. His hot breath fanned her face, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin. Slowly, he began to thrust, extracting his cock, before slowly feeding it back into her vagina. Hermione's hands rested on his shoulder as he continuously thrusted, his movements synchronised with the gyrating of her hips to bring her maximum pleasure.

"Oh Merlin, Oh shit! D-Draco, that's so good!" Their connection felt like more than just a physical bind, as each touch of skin sent a sensation that rocked them deeply within their souls. It was a connection that was sure to have a lasting bind on them.

"Is that so?"

"Oh Merlin Faster!" He obliged to her demand, picking up the pace on his thrusts. Soon the room filled with the sweet sounds of Hermione crying out his name repeatedly, the sounds of his grunting, skin slapping against each other repeatedly and the bed creaking as their bodies rocked together.

Hermione felt pleasure build up in her womb, the pressure growing more and more potent with every thrust until she felt that she would explode if she attempted to contain it for any longer.

"Merlin, I-I'm so close!"

"Me too! I'm going to— shit, it's happening. Shit." Draco felt himself explode within her, his seed filling her just as her vagina constricted around him, an inhumane, high pitched cry tearing through her throat. The thrusts slowed before they stilled.

Draco pulled himself out of her, before lying down next to the panting and incapacitated Hermione, who was still possessed by the after effects of the orgasm.

"Merlin… that was… so good…" Draco said between pants. Hermione nodded her head in agreement. Draco reached for his wand on the bedside table, before lazily flicking his wrist, causing the mess of bodily fluids to vanish. Another flick, and the blankets covered their nude bodies. The sunlight befell Hermione's exhausted facial features, making her brown hair and chocolate eyes look almost golden. Draco took in her beauty with baited breath. He watched as her eyes fluttered tiredly and as small yawns left her mouth. In a matter of seconds, she was out cold, soft snores leaving her mouth. He admired her sleeping form in serene silence.

Draco gave a small huff, and a little laugh, as he failed to shake off the feeling of disbelief at what had just occurred. He was adamant that this had just been a fantasy created by his sick, twisted, sex deprived mind.


And that, ladies and gentlemen is the first of many smut scenes in this fic! I hope you enjoyed Hermione and Draco's intimate moment. They'll be more to come soon lovelies!

I have dedicated this chapter to a very faithful reader of my fic, HoneydeCM. Thank you for reading my work and I hope you enjoy it!