A/N: Thank you to 1991, decadenceofmysoul, viola1701e, ZoeyOlivia, and the Guest who commented on the last chapter. Thank you!

Also, I want to mention that there is SMUT in this chapter and that if you're uncomfortable with it, I've marked it with at *** for the beginning and end. And to be completely honest, I'm still tryin to learn how to write smut so trust me, its a little uncomfortable for me too.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

As always, enjoy!

Chapter 20

It was time.

Two weeks of waiting and planning and it was finally time.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had planned over and over while they hid away in the library or Hermione's room about how to track Fawkes.

At the end of the day, they had no plan at all. Phoenixes didn't have migrating patterns, they go where they please and always manage to navigate around their obstacles, whatever that may be.

But in about 12 hours, as sun the sunrises, the trio was sneaking out.

Granted, it was sooner than expected, but Hermione was as ready as she could be. She sat against the headboard of her bed ant watched Harry and Ron play a round of Wizard's Chess as they waited.

Riddle had left tonight and who knows when they would have another chance to escape from his ever watchful eye.

Hermione rubbed her stomach and rolled her eyes when Ron cheered as his knight took Harry's king.

"Re-match!" Harry demanded, already setting up the board.

Ron didnt answer, he just plucked his knight form Harry's side of the board with a smug look on his face.

Hermione watched Harry start the game. Hermione let her head fall back and she took a deep breath as the baby kicked.

Everything was going to be okay, Hermione decided, she was going to make it okay for her baby.

"Hermione?" Ron whispered, "You alright?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm fine," Hermione hummed, rubbing her stomach, "I'm just thinking."

Silence fell for a moment, and then Harry cleared his throat.

"Are you going talk to him?" Harry asked before moving his pawn.

Hermione paused, "I— erm— dont think so."

Ron moved his rook.

"We think you should," Ron said, watching Harry's queen cut is rook in two.

"Do you?" Hermione asked. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and looked down at her friends.

"Yes," Harry and Ron said at the same time.

"We aren't leaving until sun up," Ron said, "you have a few hours. And you two deserve a proper goodbye. Merlin knows Harry and Ginny had several before we got here."

Hermione's cheeks pinked at the knowing look that Ron sent her. The-Boy-Who-Lived's eyes stayed glued to the board infant of him, his ears growing red.

The brunette gave a small smile. She hopped off the bed paddled to the trunk at the foot of the bed. She pulled out a thin, silk, robe slipped it over her nightdress and once she secured it, she went to the door.

"Dont get caught," Harry rasped.

Hermione gave them a final smile before she— attempted to— stealthily tip toe out of the room.

It was already after dinner, everyone, apart form Molly and Bella, were in their rooms for the night. Hermione looked down the hall before she walked down it to the furthest room in the row of doors.

She knew what Ron had been insinuating was what she wanted. She remembered their first time, the night that their baby had been made.

The night of the final battle.

It hadn't been the best situation. It had been the during the time when Riddle allowed those in Hogwarts to gather the dead. Draco had gathered her up and pushed her against the wall in the Astronomy tower while people grieved below. The panting teens attempting to escape the world around them, cling onto the last shed of hope they had.

That had been the last time that Hermione truly felt safe. The sweet nothings Draco whispered in her ear, encouraging to crest over the edge into bliss while he followed closely behind.

Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears, and her palms were sweaty when she finally— finally— reached for the doorknob. She turned it and pushed in.

The room was dark, the moonlight peeking in through the curtains.

"Draco?" Hermione whispered into the darkness, "Are you here?"

The mound on the bed shifted, Draco, who was clearly underneath the duvet muttered in his sleep.

Hermione chuckled to her self.

The brunette moved across the room, shutting the door and casting a strong locking spell on it. She pulled off her robe, and let it fall to the floor before she crawled into the bed.

The pillow on her side of the bed smelled like Draco. Peppermint and leather.

She looked at Draco, his lips slightly open as he breathed in deeply. She reached over and brushed his fringe off of his face. A small smile came to his lips.

"Draco," Hermione whispered, "Draco?"

The blond crinkled his nose before he cracked open his eye. "Gra-ger?" he whispered, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," Hermione replied.

Draco nodded and let his eyes close. Hermione waited a beat before Draco's eyes flew open, his eyes finding Hermione's immediately.

"You're here?" He hissed, "You'll get in trouble if Riddle or Bella find you here."

Hermione shook her head as best she could in her position. "Riddle left. Bella is with Molly. They won't know."

Draco considered her for a moment, studying her closely. He moved closer to her. "What are you doing here— are you still upset?"

Hermione moved closer, "You know I cant stay mad you for long… I just missed you today."

Draco moistened his lips, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You missed me huh?" he said, a familiar smirk growing on his lips, "I've missed you too."

The two felt into a comfortable silence, Hermione leaned in closer and pulled Draco's lower lip between her own. Draco gasped into the kiss. His hand came up from under the covers and pulled the duvet over the witch, pulling her closer.

Draco swiped his tongue across Hermione's lips, begging for entry. The brunette sighed, heat pooling between her legs. She parted her lips and Draco's tongue tangled with her own.

Hermione's body felt like it was on fire. It had felt like forever since Draco had touched her like this. That she had felt this fire under her skin. She pressed her hand against his bare chest, his heart pounding underneath her fingers.

"More," Hermione whispered against his lips.

He pushed her onto her back, and he followed, hovering over her. Draco slid his hands down Hermione's waist, his hand splaying on her swollen stomach.

Merlin she wanted it. She wanted him.

"Tell me to stop," Draco whispered, pulling his lips from hers to kiss down the column of her neck.

"Please, more," Hermione sighed.

***Draco slipped his hand underneath her right dress, slipping his thumb underneath her knickers, stroking her slit with an almost featherlight touch. A deep groan vibrated through the room and Hermione didn't know who's it was.

The blond leaned back on his haunches, leaving Hermine splayed on the bed, her hair a halo around her head. Hermione watched Draco with heavily lidded eyes, pulling her lip between her teeth. Draco pulled her knickers down Hermione's legs, pulling it off one foot then the other.

"Are you sure, Hermione?" Draco whispered. He ran his hands up her thighs, parting her lower lips, taking her in.

Hermione pushed herself up as best she could, leaning back on her elbow. She pulled Draco down to her, kissing him deeply.

"And I won't hurt you— or the baby?" Draco asked once they broke away.

Hermione chuckled, "No, Draco, you won't hurt us."

Hermione pushed Draco's shoulder, encouraging him to lay flat on his back. The brunette pushed herself up to straddle the wizard's hips. She could feel his prick through his boxers, Hermione took the liberty of grinding herself on him.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Hermione slipped her hands underneath the hem of gown, pulling it over her head. She threw the dress to the side, somewhere by her robe, and pulled Draco's boxers down enough to free his length. She stroked him.

Once.

Twice.

She twisted her wrist on the down stroke, and on the third one, Draco's hand shot out to stop her.

"Stop," he said, fighting back a moan, "I dont want to finish like that."

Draco slipped his fingers between her lower lips, circling Hermione's clit in tight circles. Hermione's hip moved on their own, chasing the pleaser Draco was offering. He paused for a moment, and then pressed one finger into Hermione.

Hermione moaned.

He pumped and added a second finger.

Then the third.

A thin layer of sweat settled on their skin, Hermione's thighs shook with the effort.

Hermione lifted herself so Draco's fingers slipped out of her. She took his length and lowered herself onto it.

Her body tightened at the almost predatory look Draco gave her.

"Help me," Hermione whispered as she started to move her hips in slow circles.

Draco held the witch's hips firmly, guiding her as she rose and fell on his prick. Draco's eyes never leaving hers, his hips meeting her's thrust for thrust.

Hermione's breath came shorter, her legs trembling with the effort to keep her orgasm at bay, wanting to draw this out for as long as possible.

"You're close," A statement, not a question.

"Yes," Hermione moaned.

Draco released his grip on Hermione's hip, his thumb once again on her clit.

Hermione's body stiffened, her mouth open in a drawn out moan as she reached her peak. Draco followed shortly after, his thrust loosing their rhythm, his cum filling her as her won orgasm tapered down.***

Hermione let her body fall to it's side. She should feel Draco's seed on her thighs. Draco reached for his wand and cast a quick scorgify, cleaning their skin from the evidence of their coupling.

Hermione pulled Draco onto his side for a sweet kiss.

Draco was the one who pulled away, "Are you going to marry Theo?" Draco whispered, his hand sliding over Hermione's stomach. "Are you going to keep me away?"

"Of course not." Hermione said, hushed, "That won't be happening."

Draco hummed, "You're grandfather is adamant— he already has the plans in motion. In a week he says."

Draco rolled over onto his back, he threw his forearm over his eyes, breathing in deeply. Hermione pillowed her head on the blond's chest, taking a moment to find a comfortable position.

"I promise, Draco," Hermione muttered, "I'm not going to marry Nott next week."

Draco looked down to Hermione, "And you'll stay tonight?" He muttered his eyes starting to close.

"I'll be here until sunrise," Hermione whispered.