AN/ I have decided to stick with Teddy, I'm sorry, I just really ship it. They aren't even a huge part of the plot so I hope it doesn't turn too many readers away, I really value all of you guys.
It was five am.
The silence in Malfoy Manor was deafening.
The fires had died hours earlier, cold seeped in through the windows.
The children were each cuddled deep in their beds, blankets piled high.
Little Thomas's foot twitched occasionally, drooling while the little baby had a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Jeffree was almost hidden under a pile of soft toys, his favourite unicorn tucked specially under his arm, his fluffy onesie matching its delicate violet coat.
Ariana was in her usual nest of pillows, entirely covered by her duvet, her face on the book she'd fallen asleep reading. Julius was sleeping in his meticulously made bed, everything straight and in order even as he slumbered. Hugo was curled in a ball, clutching his cell phone, faint tear stains on his cheeks and the band aid still above his eyebrow, eyes squeezed shut as he dreamt unhappily.
Rose was asleep on her side, her journal beneath her pillow, her face make up free and the most peaceful it had looked since Christmas. Scorpius had his arms wrapped around Teddy, his bare chest pressed against the other boys sweatshirt clad back, snoring softly.
In the master bedroom Draco was on his stomach, his arms tucked under his pillow, cradling his head, facing out of the bed, shivering lightly in the morning cold, his duvet nestled in the small of his flannel-clad back.
Beside him lay the only soul awake in the vast building.
Hermione lying on her side, staring at the floor. A small, patch of pale light was weakly shining through the join in the heavy drapes. The murky, not-quite-dawn light did nothing but depress the witch. She felt very far away from her husband in this moment, despite being only inches away from his sleeping form.
"You are not alone." Hermione whispered, her voice as faint as the light held her attention as she rolled over, carefully adjusting to her pregnant belly as she did so. Now facing Draco, she noticed he was cold and drew the duvet and heavy blanket higher, covering his shoulders gently. Longing for his touch, longing to feel his body against her own, to feel the reassurance that the distance in her mind was literally that, just in her mind.
She shimmied closer to him, snuggling into the warmth of his side, the blankets above her head and she tucked herself against him.
It was after all only days ago that they were having some of the hottest sex ever at Hogwarts. They'd been so close, so intimate, and so in sync. Surely that wasn't gone. She was just feeling a bit emotional, after all, there was a lot going on right now, and she was pregnant. She probably had nothing to worry about?
Almost as if he had somehow heard her inner fretting, Draco, still mostly asleep, vaguely aware of his wife's form against his own, shuffled around until he had an arm over her chest and his face tilted down toward her neck.
The comforting weight of his arm around her immediately made Hermione feel better, her relief so poignant that as his fingers twined in her curly hair, her eyes pricked, a few hot tears escaping and running down her cheeks to drip into her hair.
"Whasamatter?" Draco mumbled, a she sniffled, stirring reluctantly from his slumber.
"Nothing, go back to sleep." Hermione whispered, sounding much more tearful than she intended.
Draco's eye's immediately opened. He blinked a few times, properly waking up, adjusting and taking in the scene before him.
"You're crying." He was visibly concerned, drawing his arm up to wipe the remaining tear from his wife's cheek.
"I was just feeling a little melancholy, it's gone now." Hermione said quickly, brushing his hand away, her voice a tad too defensive for Draco to just drop it. Her husband drew his arm back, stung at her dismissal.
"What did I do?" He asked, annoyed.
"Nothing." Hermione sighed exasperatedly, wishing he'd shut up and get back to holding her.
"Well you clearly have a problem so I must have done something." Draco pressed.
Hermione moved upward, bring her face close to his. "Just make me feel better stupid." She replied, pressing her lips to his.
Irritated, but unable to turn down her mouth against his, Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and kissed her back. Their sweet kisses soon deepened, becoming hotter and wetter as Draco's cock hardened in his pyjama trousers. He moaned her name as they clung to each other, fondling her large breasts, his touch gentle, well experienced with the sensitivity of pregnancy-swollen nipples, his mouth hungry as he included her jaw and throat in his kissing efforts.
"Draco, I was thinking just a cuddle." Hermione breathed, her chest heaving as it grew hot and heavy between them. "But it's just getting good." Draco whined, pressing his hardness against her thigh.
Hermione pulled away a little, her tone gentle. "Aw I'm sorry babe, I'm just feeling a little fragile..."
She trailed off as Draco propped himself up on an arm, panting lightly. "Are you being bloody serious?" He demanded, annoyed for real now.
Hermione frowned. "Don't be a dick Malfoy."
"Me? You're the one who woke me up, had a tantrum and now your being a fucking cock-tease." Draco accused, rolling away from her.
Hermione's lip wobbled as her eyes welled up, his words crushing her as she heard the grains of truth in the statement.
"Draco I'm sorry." She fumbled, wiping her tears and pulling him back to her, cupping his still hard man hood and squeezing him gently.
"No, fuck off, I'm not in the mood for mind games." Draco sulked shoving her hand off him roughly.
"Don't be mean." Hermione whimpered, ashamed at how needy she was being, but unable to stop, so insecure that her crazy behaviour was pushing away the love of her life.
Her usually level head was a whirlwind, her heart a shit-storm of emotions, her usual logical and confident self lost in this moment of insecurity and anxiety. "Come on, I want you." She pleaded, her voice even more tearful than before as she tugged at his waistband.
"God, don't cry about it." Draco complained, consenting to her pleas by not roughly, but impatiently and carelessly, pushing her on to her back and pulling down her pyjama shorts.
Hermione turned away, her eyes finding that patch of light on the floor as Draco pulled her knees up, pulling her down, her wild hair splaying everywhere. She focused on it, supressing a tearful moan as he pressed his wide girth into her, his cock pushing in dry, hurting since he was so big and she wasn't wet or turned on enough to receive him properly.
She let out little cries as he thrust into her, each thrust slow and painful as he worked his considerable length into her. "Come on Mione, your just lying there." Draco complained, trying to catch her eye, turning his own head to kiss her, trying to pull her face around to face him but she wouldn't.
"Babe."
Now it was him pleading, his hands holding his weight above her, his mouth trying to entice her into participating. He kissed all the sensitive spots that usually made her shiver and moan in pleasure but today only made her shift uncomfortably and sigh resentfully.
Frustrated and confused Draco stopped thrusting, his throbbing cock still inside her. "Granger are we doing this or not?"
Hermione was still looking at the patch of light from the drapes, drowning internally in the horribleness of the moment.
"Fuck this. I have no fucking clue what you want from me right now Hermione." He told her, pulling out of her and lying on the bed beside her.
His cock was still standing upright and leaking precum so he grasped it, using his hand to stimulate himself as his wife lay beside him, still ignoring him.
He gripped his manhood, pushing the foreskin up and down and tugging the mighty thing until with a groan and a thrust into his hand, he came, spurting cum across their duvet. He panted loudly as he worked his cock, pushing out several ropes of semen before it went limp and he let it fall back on his flat stomach with a heavy thud.
They lay in the awkward silence for a minute before quite suddenly Hermione got out of bed, leaving for the bathroom hurriedly. Draco got up, pulling his pyjama pants on, and stripped all the linin off the bed. Then he went to the bathroom. He tried the handle but it was locked. Inside he could hear the shower running and Hermione crying.
"Come on Mione, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I hurt you, I should have stopped earlier, I'm sorry I was a cunt." He apologized through the door, the error of his recent ways dawning on him, making him sick with regret.
On the other side of the door Hermione sat at the bottom of the shower, surrounded by steam, hot water splashing down on her, sobbing her heart out.
"Go away."