A/N: First I'd like to thank you all for your awesome reviews, I keep reading them over and over again. Second, I'm sorry if this chapter came a bit too late for your liking but I had to rewrite it. This is officially my first chapter of sexual nature so I'll just sit in a corner and cross my fingers hoping that you guys like it.
Draco narrowed his eyes on Hermione, he studied her intently for a while before speaking.
"What are you playing at, Granger?" He quirked a suspicious eyebrow at her.
"There are no games. You made me an offer and I took it." Hermione replied simply.
"Yes, but if my memory doesn't betray me, I think you have already said death was more appealing to you than accepting it." he said.
"I changed my mind." she shrugged.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well..I decided that I don't want to live on the run anymore. I could use some rest. And I already told you I do want to be a mother." Hermione explained. She looked away and tried to steal a deep breath away from Malfoy's intense gaze.
Hermione fought to maintain her indifferent attitude. The inner turmoil she had been going through ever since she had talked to Ginny was proving hard to hide.
She had taken part in the war when she was younger, knowing that she was putting everything she had on stake. When they lost it, she consequently lost everything she had. Some of her most basic rights were taken away from her. Even going back to live with her parents wasn't an option and more than anything she longed to hug her mother.
She had spent the past years avoiding being captured. Every once in a while she would hear news about other insurgents, she heard people talk about her sometimes, saying she was one of the leaders of the insurgents. But Hermione knew she was doing absolutely nothing to be one of them. She had met Dean Thomas around two years ago in a forest in Scotland. He was being chased, she did her best to help him and got injured in the process but he managed to escape. She stayed in that forest for weeks, hoping that he would come back but he never did and she didn't know whether they found him again or not, eventually she left.
But aside from that single incident, Hermione wasn't able to assist her friends any further.
Then she saw Ginny, heard the pride in her voice as she recounted how she was the reason behind the failure of Neville's capture attempt. She saw the excited gleam in her eyes and realized that it had been years since she herself felt any of those feelings. She was desperate to have that back, she wanted to fight again even if the fighting this time didn't include duels. Why offer herself as an easy prey to Voldemort when she can still fight him? If Ginny, George, Dean, Luna and Neville were all doing it among others, then why shouldn't she fight? If all those people still believed in the cause they once battled for, didn't she owe it to them, to herself, and to those of them who died for it, to at least try her best?
A flame of hope made its way to Hermione's heart for the first time in years and she hung onto it tightly. She was going to fight Voldemort, from within his own den.
A hand waved at Hermione's face, snapping her out of her deep thought.
"What?" she frowned briefly.
"Have you even been listening to me?" Draco demanded. Hermione shook her head in response.
"I said you were lying, and I don't believe a word of what you just said." Draco challenged. "But that's alright; I'll figure out your reasons later on." he shrugged.
"So we have an agreement then?" Hermione asked.
"I guess." Draco replied, eyeing her with uncertainty.
"Shouldn't we..umm..come with some..guidelines. Like, what are we going to do?" Hermione sat down on a chair, clutching her bathrobe tightly.
"Well..honestly, I didn't expect you to agree so I didn't give it much thought." Draco admitted.
"I did, so maybe you should start thinking in the light of recent events." Hermione advised dryly.
"Okay, for starters you can't let people see you until you're pregnant. It's supposed to be an accident." Draco said "Something along the lines of, I was on one of my missions and I found you. It was a one night stand and you ran away before I realized it. Then you suddenly showed up saying you were pregnant." he looked like he was making up the story as he spoke.
"Oh what a brilliant idea! I'm sure you-know-who will be very proud of you when he knows you found me and instead of bringing me back to him you decided to indulge yourself in some fantasy instead!" Hermione scoffed.
Draco frowned at her, he wanted to argue but he realized she had a point. "Polyjuice potion!" he said suddenly.
"What?" Hermione frowned at him.
"We'll say you had Polyjuice potion and disguised as some random woman. I passed by an inn, you were there and when you saw me you panicked. You had Polyjuice potion with you for emergencies and this was one. Then..." Draco was so absorbed in creating his story, when he looked at Hermione she was gaping at him.
"What?" he frowned at her.
"Your talent at weaving lies so easily is...scary." she grimaced at him, not trying to hide the disdain in her voice.
"My talent is is what's going to provide us with a decent story; the Dark lord isn't stupid." he informed dryly.
"Spare me a session of singing your lord's praises, please. I might throw up." Hermione twisted her mouth in disgust.
"Stating the obvious is hardly considered singing praises, Granger." Draco remarked impatiently.
Less than an hour had passed before Draco and Hermione finally reached an agreement. She didn't like Draco's story one bit and found it demeaning, but convincing nonetheless. She had been lengthening their conversation as much as possible to avoid what they have been dancing around for quite a while.
"Alright_" Hermione said as she stood up "_let's get this over with." she took a deep breath before she started fiddling with the knot of her bathrobe with shaky fingers.
Draco's hand covered hers instantly. "What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I just told you." Hermione cleared her throat. "The sooner we're done with this, the better." she added.
"Get it over with..the sooner the better...do you really have to sound so eager?" he scoffed.
"I don't thi.." Hermione started to object but Draco interrupted her.
"This_" he hissed "_is exactly the sort of attitude that's guaranteed to send a man running out of your bedroom in the blink of an eye."
"Come on! Be mature about it!" Hermione huffed "Twenty one days of waiting are long enough, so I want them to start as soon as possible." she added.
Draco squeezed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger "Why are you so determined on making the worst out of this situation?" he sighed in frustration.
"You're overreacting, Malfoy. I really can't see why you're making a big deal out of this." Hermione shrugged "We are two mature adults who have a mutual goal and there's only one way to achieve it so..." Hermione went on with her eloquent speech.
"Will you stop talking like that!" Draco fumed at her.
"Like what?" Hermione frowned at him.
"Like you're lecturing a group of students! This should be 'two consenting adults'" he corrected her. "And lying submissively on bed, pretending to be the coerced virgin doesn't really count as consent." he smirked.
"What do you expect me to do, Malfoy? Seduce you?" she scoffed.
"You can't seduce anybody even if your life depended on it." he smirked at her. "What I'm saying is, Granger, rape was never a fancy of mine. So if you have a thing for it, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you." he added impassively before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.
Hermione had never been so tempted to inflict physical harm on Malfoy before. She hated how non of this seemed to affect him the way it was affecting her. For him it was all going according to his plan and for somebody with the morals of an alley cat like Malfoy it was hard to expect him to understand her reluctance.
Not sure if she could bear his company again anytime soon, Hermione decided to spend the rest of the day in the room. Yet, the mere fact that this room was his was irritating her. She could smell his scent on the bed and it suffocated her.
The night had fallen when she heard a knock at the door. Hermione opened expecting Idgy again since she seemed responsible for her, bringing her meals and cleaning her clothes for her. Instead, Malfoy was once more standing by the door.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"That's a first." Hermione smirked at him.
"I'm not usually in the habit of asking for permission to enter my own room." he said dryly.
Hermione noticed that he wasn't dressed as formal as usually did. Even at school he looked too immaculate for a young boy. His choice of colors was as dark as ever, though, a grey t-shirt paired with a pair of black trousers; colors were definitely not his strength point.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked directly, too exhausted to try and gauge Malfoy's intentions.
"I want to talk to you;_" he shrugged "_last time we did it didn't end up well." he added.
"It didn't because you were being childish." Hermione frowned at him.
"I understand that you might be unnerved by the whole situation, so maybe we should talk about it more. Like, tell me what's worrying you." he sat on a chair, crossing his legs.
"What's worrying me!" Hermione scoffed "What's not to worry about? I don't trust you one bit. I'm trapped here with very little options. You're using me for some plan of yours. And unlike you, Malfoy, I have morals that make it hard for me to have random sex!" Hermione fired one reason after the other at him.
"First, you did have a choice and you made one. Second, we're both using each other for our own reasons so don't victimize yourself; it really doesn't suit you." Draco replied calmly. "And please do tell me about those morals of yours that made you offer yourself hours ago like a human sacrifice about to be thrown into an erupting volcano." he twisted his mouth at her.
Hermione wanted to say something back but she was too disoriented by the whole situation that she needed a moment of peace to re-arrange her thoughts. She turned her back to him and stared out of the window.
"You think too much." Draco said quietly. She hadn't realized he had moved until he was standing right behind her.
"Even if I wanted to turn off my mind, every survival instinct in me would scream otherwise." Hermione admitted
"I didn't say you should turn it off. I'm just suggesting that you slow it down." Draco corrected
"Why should I?" she asked
"So you'd stop worrying about every single detail." he replied
"I have to. This is not just your promotion or your commitment issues or even my life we're talking about. We're involving a third person in this. A child, who has absolutely no choice over who his parents will be. Do you actually think you'd be a good father? I very much doubt it." she looked at him with challenging eyes.
"How can you judge such a thing when you don't even know me?" he sighed exasperatedly.
"I know enough, your..job alone is enough evidence." she lifted her chin up.
"But what if that's the point? What if my job as you refer to it and my upbringing are exactly the reason why I would be a good father. I've seen enough mistakes that I don't plan on repeating." Draco reasoned with her.
"It could be,but the question is, can I trust you enough to believe what you just said? My answer is no." she shook her head at him.
"What should I do to prove your answer is wrong?" his brows furrowed in frustration
"Nothing in particular, time will show your true colors." she shrugged.
"Alright, so time is responsible for that part. Now to the random sex part." he inclined his head to the right.
Hermione blinked at Malfoy's words, saying it was one thing, hearing it from him was another.
"I really can't see why you're making a big deal out of this." she huffed
"Because it is big. Are you actually trying to tell me that you prefer a brief rape-like session than the real thing?" he quirked an eyebrow at her.
Hermione wished if he would take a couple of steps back. He was standing too close for her comfort and talking to him about such a subject made the space between them seem a lot less than it originally was. She wanted to move away or push him back but she couldn't let him see that she was uncomfortable with this; if she did, he would use it against her.
"That's not what I'm saying." Hermione mumbled.
"Then it's settled, you just have a problem with the randomness part, we could fix that."
Hermione looked at him in confusion. As if hearing her recent thoughts, he acted exactly against them, stepping even closer to her. "Just let me...know you." his statement was something between an order and a plead.
"I don't think it's nece.." Hermione cleared her throat and started to speak.
"Afraid, Granger?" he smirked at her.
"What? Of what?" Hermione scowled at him
"Of actually liking it." he raised a challenging eyebrow at her.
"That's not even.." Hermione words were lost in Draco's kiss. He pressed his lips against hers, the tip of his tongue cajoling her pursed lips into compliance. When she finally gave into the pressure, a jolt of electricity shot into Hermione's brain as Draco's tongue chased hers.
He tilted his head further to one side as his hand cupped the nape of Hermione's neck.
He was barely aware of his other hand digging marks into her waist through the flimsy fabric of her shirt. When the kiss was eventually over, they were both gasping for air.
Draco looked at Hermione for a moment, taking her hand, he led her back to the bed. She stood by the bed staring at him with wide eyes and Draco pushed her back gently. She sat on the bed for a minute before moving up and resting her head at the pillow.
He deftly got rid of his shoes, followed by his socks before climbing into bed. He lay on his side, bracing himself on his forearm.
Draco noticed that Hermione had stiffened, her parted lips once again pursed. He reached for the side of her neck, his thumb tracing one throbbing vein.
"Relax." he advised, bending his head down and trapping her lower lip between his teeth.
"I just want to_" he murmured against her lips "_explore." he whispered as he moved his lips to her ear. Hermione could feel his lips curving against her neck into the familiar smirk.
He spent quite a while pressing brief kisses along her neck, her forehead and her jawline, then some less brief ones on her lips. He touched her nose with tip of his finger before replacing the latter with his lips.
Hermione shuddered and Draco looked down at her "You like this?" he asked. Repeating his action, he smiled when Hermione shuddered once more.
Hermione wanted to fight it, to pretend non of this was affecting her but she was fighting for a lost cause. She pressed her hand against Draco's chest in what started as an attempt to push him off. But his body felt warm and her hand splayed over his chest looked so right. She moved her hand further down and slid it beneath his t-shirt.
The gesture couldn't have come fast enough for Draco, the moment he felt Hermione's hand move against his stomach, he pushed himself up and slid his t-shirt over his head, throwing it carelessly to the floor.
Hermione's gaze traveled from the hem of his trousers and all the way up to his throat. She saw it move as he swallowed hard and she looked up to find him staring at her intently.
He bent down once more, his tongue sliding along Hermiones throat.
"You have a sensitive spot_" he murmured as he bit gently at the hollow of her throat "_right here" he added when Hermione let out a soft moan.
He moved away from her enough to see her clearly. He moved his hand to the first button of her shirt and undid it then he looked up at her, waiting for her reaction. Hermione bit her lower lip, letting out a small sigh that gave Draco all the confirmation he needed. With deft fingers, he undid the rest of her buttons.
He placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her up, she took off the shirt and held it against her chest. Draco moved closer to kiss her, pushing her back to the bed as he did. His hand slid between them, pulling the shirt out of Hermione's hands and sending it to follow his. He slipped his hand behind her back, fiddling with the clasp of her bra as he left a trail of kisses along her shoulders.
Draco frowned in frustration as the clasp kept defying him, but Hermione raised herself up briefly, allowing him better access to it. He almost let out a cheer of triumph when he finally got rid of the wretched bra. Draco took a deep breath as he watched the new view intently.
Hermione could feel her breasts tightening under Draco's gaze. He watched her for too long, his gaze lingered on her breasts and she started to become self-conscious. She moved her arm to cover herself up but Draco caught it, raising it to his mouth, he pressed his lips against her wrist. He let go of her hand and Hermione nearly let it fall to her side.
He bent his head down to her stomach, burning random kisses allover it, his tongue traced her belly button. Then he moved up, pressing his lips gently over one soft mound while his hand kneaded the other. Hermione gasped at the new attention she was receiving, Draco's soft kisses turned into bites. He flicked the tip of his tongue over one hard peak then sucked it in before his teeth grazed the other.
It felt like every inch of her body was being marked by him, when her breasts couldn't take anymore teasing, her moans started to get louder. Draco raised himself up once more, fiddling with the button of her jeans. This time he didn't wait for her assurance, he undid the zip and pulled the trousers along with her underwear down her legs with one swift movement.
Draco sat upright, he took two pillows and placed them next to Hermione's head. He pulled her up and pushed her back against the pillows. She looked at him, her brows furrowed in confusion.
"I want you to watch" his eyes gleamed mischievously.
Before Hermione could ask what he meant, she got her answer. Draco moved down, much further down. He took hold of one ankle, sliding it up the bed, before doing the same to the other one. With both knees bent Hermione watched, mesmerized, as Draco grinned at her before bending his head down.
She felt his lips pressing against her then a wave of electricity ran through her as she felt his tongue exploring her so intimately. It paced her soft folds back and forth, building up the anticipation an extra notch with every glide. Hermione ran her fingers through Draco's hair, pushing him down against her.
Draco felt Hermione's hand glide through his hair, tugging at it almost painfully then she started pulling him into her. His teeth grazed her sensitive bud lightly, earning him a loud groan from her. He reveled in the way she tasted as his tongue coaxed her into surrender.
He raised his head slightly to catch his breath and looked up at her to find her staring at him, her pupils dilated and her lips slightly parted, her chest rose and fell with every gasp of air she took.
Her body started writhing and Draco knew she was close, he intensified the attention he was giving her, putting his lips, his tongue and even his teeth into work as his fingers dug into her thighs.
Hermione felt like she could combust if Draco kept that pace for any longer. Then she felt it, her stomach tightened as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, she arched her back and let out a guttural groan. It felt like she was in a trance, her mind was numb, her vision blurred and she could feel every cell of her body throbbing.
She felt Draco's hand skim against her stomach, lingering on her breasts then his lips covered hers. She could taste herself on his lips then he started to raise his head, she wanted to cup the nape of his neck and pull him back but her muscles were too loose to move.
Hermione felt the bed move, she blinked repeatedly to clear her vision, she looked next to her and saw Draco getting out of bed.
"What?" she mumbled as a confused frown furrowed her brows. Draco walked around the bed and bent his head and pressed his lips against the tip of her nose.
"Goodnight" he whispered before turning around, not caring to retrieve his t-shirt or his shoes he closed the door behind him.