Please note there is sexual content in this epilogue.
Songs that inspired this epilogue
Tom Walker – Better half of me
Sleeping At Last – Every little thing she does
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or other references to the original work of J.K Rowling. I only own my own mistakes.
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Three years later …
"Fuck I've missed you," Draco said, because a normal hello simply would not suffice when he'd been pining, parched, and dying the last weeks without her. He had Hermione pinned to the wall in the hallway like so many times before. It reminded him of that crucial moment when she'd been standing on the other side of the door, books shoved under her arm, deciding whether to enter or not.
Salazar, was he happy she had.
"Mmmm, missed you too," she hummed while kissing gently on the corners of his lips, along his jawline. Her hands slipped into his hair, sliding down to the nape of his neck. Every little touch felt electric.
There was no trace of doubt within him. Coming home, to stay, was the best decision he'd made in a long time.
He'd considered stepping down from his position with D.M Unity for about a year now. A long distance relationship with delicious weekends together in Paris, London or New York really wasn't all that when it always ended with one of them leaving. They seemed to be living their lives together in fragments and it wasn't enough. He wanted normalcy, a life with her, making her breakfast in the mornings and dinner every night.
He buried his face against the column of her neck, planting kisses on every surface of exposed skin, thinking of how she was the home he missed when he was away. It was the scent of her he tried to hold onto as he fell asleep on yet another hotel bed, and it was the vision of her that made his world feel less hollow.
He felt her fingernails digging into his shoulders through the fabric of his robe, and he wished he didn't want her so desperately, wished there was time for him to take a shower first, because she deserved him at his very best. But the thought of not touching her right now was unbearable; he'd been wasting too much time working on diplomatic problems instead of working both their bodies to exhaustion.
Her fingers wrapped around his jaw and behind his ear. His tongue licked against the seam of her mouth. She made a soft sound, her lips parting, inviting him in. She twined her tongue with his dulling any words still unsaid. Tasting her mouth and feeling her warm body flushed against his was like drinking water after months in the desert. His hands trailed over her body, under her top, greedy, in search of everything that was undeniably her.
When their lips parted he just stared at her for a beat, taking in the softness of her facial features and her determined chin, finding the glimmer of gold in her eyes.
"Wow, you've really missed me." She chuckled softly; even the sound of her laugh had his cock throb inside of his trousers. He found the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, wanting to feel more of her.
"Mm, hmm, told you," he murmured against her skin. She smelled of that amber perfume he loved, the one she only wore on special occasions. It hadn't occurred to him until just then, that it meant him coming home was that kind of occasion to her. It made potent warmth spread inside of him.
Her breathing hitched and his heart fluttered as his hands traced the curve of her breasts, along her sides, where her waist slightly cinched in. They let their bodies talk for them. The sounds of pleasure coming out from between her lips and the way her hands slid down his torso, unbuttoning his shirt with agile fingers, told him she'd missed him just as much. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and the warmth from her palms against his bare chest made him groan.
It wasn't until he planted feathery kisses over her stomach the silence broke. "Thirty more weeks to go," she said, her voice breathy. He felt is heart swell again, just like it had that Tuesday afternoon.
Hermione's first few weeks of pregnancy had gone unnoticed, but when she couldn't keep any food down for over a week she suspected maybe it was more than food poisoning. A visit to Saint Mungo's for maladies and injuries revealed the truth. When the healer had handed her the green potion, explaining it was the best one for morning sickness, Hermione had almost fainted.
Never ever again would she trust muggle birth control. She'd only switched to it because Draco was barely ever home, and brewing the potion was simply too time consuming.
"You're six weeks," the healer had said, and the words echoed around Hermione's mind until Draco made a quick stop in London before heading to New York again.
It was the worst possible timing one could think of. Hermione was only five months into the career path she'd worked towards for years. Her marital reform had passed with just two votes majority, and from that point on, her career took off. The announcement of her Minister position had been bittersweet. It was one of her greatest accomplishments and she took great pride in it. She enjoyed each day she got to work on extinguishing old prejudices, but the work was all consuming, leaving little room for anything else.
That Tuesday, Draco talked excitedly about a rare bottle of wine he'd acquired while Hermione fumbled to put the kettle on. She only caught the words red, and wine, while raking a shaky hand through her curls. In the midst of his sentence she blurted, "I'm pregnant." He lost the words on his tongue and stared at her for what felt like an eternity. She tried to search his eyes for answers, unsuccessfully, until she saw them fill with water. He embraced the breath out of her and kissed her until she melted against his body. The way his tears brought out the specks of blue in his eyes made her comprehend how much she wanted to be the mother of his child. In her heart she knew he'd been longing for a child ever since that time he almost had one.
The weeks after they'd found out had been agony, she hadn't thought it possible to miss him more than she already did. She missed the small things; sitting on opposite ends of the sofa while reading, the way his voice sounded when he'd just woken up and what his cooking tasted like.
Between work, constant nausea and overall exhaustion, she survived on cereals and sandwiches as sad as Theo's. When Draco found out he'd almost flooed home, dramatic as he was. Two days later Narcissa had showed up with boxes of home cooked meals. Her cooking reminded her of Draco's and the light in her eyes did too.
In a show of gratitude, she invited Narcissa in for tea and now it had become routine. Every Sunday when Draco was away, Narcissa showed up with boxes of food and they shared a pot of tea, much to Lucius dismay. His father's reaction to the pregnancy had been expected, he'd been livid. His name was one they avoided each of those Sunday afternoons.
She wasn't sure what Draco had told his mother to convince her to come that first time, but she had grown appreciative of her company and pregnancy advice. Being on the verge of motherhood had Hermione miss her own mother. When she opened up about it that time her hormones had run crazy, Narcissa did the unexpected. She hugged her. It was awkward and stiff, but it changed things.
"How are you feeling?" he asked and she returned from within her head to the box filled hallway of his flat. Their family was expanding and their home had to as well.
"Better now that you're here." She smiled and noticed how his eyes softened; saw the glint in his eyes that held everything she treasured. Just like she'd seen the wizarding community being rebuilt after the war, so had her own world.
All at the hands of a blonde wizard she'd come to love.
The hands that were now exploring her body in a way she ached for. Her head fell back against the wall when he tugged down the cups of her bra and swirled his tongue around her nipple. The indecent sounds coming from the back of her throat felt foreign, it had been too long since she'd felt him. She relished in the closeness, his mouth against her breasts and the low groans escaping his lips as he continued with his mission to search every inch of her body with his tongue.
His teeth grazed her earlobe again. "Bed," he said, and began walking backwards, his lips on hers, his hands on her shoulders, dragging her along. They rushed out of their clothes on their way, and for each second their lips were forced to part, to remove another piece of clothing, she felt incomplete.
Draco crawled on top of her, and the heat from her body meeting his made for a firestorm. "Please," she said and wondered if that was the word most used since the day they'd met. He chuckled, confirming that maybe it was.
"I need a taste first, love. It's been way too long."
She parted her legs wider and didn't protest when his tongue whirled around her sensitive spot. A moan erupted from deep within.
"My god you're delicious," he murmured against her core, and the blush that covered her cheeks was unstoppable. She'd never grow used to him telling her that.
His hands on the inside of her thighs held her in place as he continued to devour her. When his nose nuzzled her clit as his tongue entered her, she felt the familiar feeling of spreading warmth in her abdomen.
"Yes, don't stop." she whispered, even though she knew he wouldn't. Her hands tangled in his soft hair, and the sight and sensation of him between her legs after weeks of solitude made her fall. She cried his name, whispered her praise and dug her fingers into his skull.
"Fuck, I've missed this," he said and she thought that should be her line.
Draco moved to kiss the freckles on her nose because they always screamed out to him, and when her hand wrapped around his length he couldn't keep his eyes open. He was hard even before she touched him. A low growl escaped him, because when she stroked him up and down something entirely primal took over his body. He needed to feel her right now or else he'd unravel before he got the chance. She purred when he bit down on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, marking her to him, always wanting everyone to know she was his. He placed her hands above her head, holding her in place, because even when they made love he needed her to know he was the one in charge.
"You feel that?" he asked when he slowly buried himself to the hilt inside of her slick warmth, pressing lightly on the lower part of her stomach, making her feel every inch of him inside of her. She moaned yes in response as her lust swallowed her.
"Who's you're baby daddy?"
She smiled, and couldn't help but roll her eyes. God he was impossible.
The smile disappeared quickly when he bit down on her left nipple. She squealed. "Who?"
"Y-you," she stammered, never able to hold the same level of articulacy as he could during sex.
"That's right," he said. How he managed to look so amused while moving inside of her she couldn't fathom, because she was either drowning in his eyes or mesmerized by the way his stomach muscles flexed as he rocked his hips.
Her moans urged him on, he picked up the pace, watching as her luscious tits bounced every time their bodies met. It was an image he'd envisioned countless of times alone in different parts of the world. The feeling of being inside of her softness was incomparable to his hand, and the images in his head could never do it justice.
He wrapped his fingers around her throat, her reaction to it was instant, he could feel her cunt spasm. The skin of his body was getting slick from the exertion, he was fighting hard not to come undone before she was there with him. She took his thumb into his mouth and he groaned, milliseconds from losing his self-control.
"Fuck you're perfect, such a good girl for me."
He stretched her legs wider apart, closer to her body, thrusting deeper into her warmth. "Oh, fuck you're-" she mewled, "so good, feels so good," she murmured over and over again, and he loved to be praised. Her nails clawed at his back, even when they were literally attached, it wasn't close enough for her.
"Is that gonna make you come?" he asked, his fingers rubbing circles on her clit.
"Yes, oh yes," she moaned, feeling her second orgasm forming at rapid speed.
"Come on then, be a good girl and let go for me," he managed between groans. "I'm right there with you."
He saw her heartbeat drumming frantically under the surface of her throat, and he told her to look at him. He wanted to see the moment she broke for him. She shuddered around him, her walls gripping him so tight and perfectly. It was first then he allowed himself to let go too. He struggled to keep his eyes on hers as he emptied himself. He wasn't sure what sounds derived from his throat; all that was certain was her trembling body beneath his.
She planted a few soft kisses on his shoulder. "I'm lucky to have a fiancé that really does if for me, aren't I?" Her fingers traced over the gold band on his left ring finger. The day he'd gotten down on one knee was a memory she'd keep forever. It was her happy place. Whenever work was overwhelming or she missed him so much she thought she might come apart, she looked at the sparkle gracing her finger. Reminded they were no longer being rocked by the rough waves of the sea on a life raft, they were in the shallow, safe.
"I swear, every time you return you look even better. So handsome, it's not even fair." She breathed out a soft sigh.
Draco chuckled warmly. Fiancé, he loved the sound of that, the only thing better would be husband. Their wedding date was set. Only their closest friends and his mother would be there. He held no hope for his father at all. Hermione hadn't been too keen on having to be pregnant on their wedding day, but to Draco it was imperative their child wouldn't be born out of wedlock. No Malfoy ever had.
He pulled her closer. Looking down her exposed body. "You're telling me, have you seen your tits lately. Don't even get me started on that arse," he said and swatted it playfully. "Give me a minute and I'll show you just how lucky I feel."
She drew her fingers across his chest, a cheeky grin stealing across her features. "Really, a minute?" She straddled him with a swift motion, her hot core positioned perfectly over him. He groaned at the friction when she started to grind against him, already growing hard again. The faintest of smirks played at his lips, because she was just as greedy for him as he was for her. She bent down and her lips found his, her tongue like velvet in his mouth. His hands travelled down her spine and hugged her arse. He slid a finger inside of her puckered hole. She moaned, definitely, enjoying his actions. She lowered herself onto him, while he memorized the image of her luscious tits again.
He thought he might perish if she didn't start to move. "Make me come," he said, his voice husky and short for breath. He manoeuvred her hips with one of his hands and watched as her side fringe started to cling to her face. He pushed up, leaning against the headboard, her glorious breasts at eye level. He fondled them gently and kissed along her collarbone, losing himself, as she rode them both into heightened existence again.
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Draco cuddled her close. His hand rested on the slight bump on her stomach, and hers traced over the uneven skin of scars on his torso, a reminder of the war and their parts in it. As he looked into her brown eyes he saw stories that were only theirs, words strung together haphazardly, fitting and not fitting at all. Words that were too sacred to be spoken out loud, instead it vibrated from them both.
When Hermione dozed off, he found himself unable to, because if he did he might miss out on the sound of her steady breathing. As he lay there in the afterglow, watching her eyelids flutter he thought of how their child was as unexpected as the two of them and that it was in the unexpected he'd found his world.
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I'm thoroughly going to miss these too. I might add a little something to the prequel "Misery is better together" someday, when nostalgia hits.
To anyone who has left love on this story, you have my heart.
I'm working on my next Dramione story already, it takes place in the Alpha/Omegaverse, keep a lookout if that interests you.
Lots of love.
