A/N There is a lot going on in today's chapter, hope it's not too choppy guys.
It was a late Saturday afternoon when Hermione reached the eight month mile stone. And boy was she feeling it. She felt tired, and old, and had zero energy for running around after her babies. She couldn't sleep in any position without discomfort and when she slept on her back she snored because of the extra weight weighing her down.
The only good thing was that it was winter, so at least she could snuggle up and not get overheated.
The last two months of her pregnancy with Hugo had been the height of one of the hottest summers of her life. He was a big baby and her small frame had suffered. The heat had been inescapable, and she couldn't just lounge in the pool all day or much lounging at all, because she had little Rose to attend to. And Ron hadn't care of course. He was never there. He'd never admitted to it but she was certain he'd been cheating before she asked him for a divorce.
The papers were finalised two weeks after Hugo's first birthday. She and Draco Married three years later, after two years together, and with Julius in the oven.
All of their marriage had been intense. Passionate, beautiful, wild, unexpected. No matter how many kids they had, no how much time they put into them, they still found time to love each other, to have adventures together.
Right now, her heart and her body weighed down so heavily, Hermione wanted nothing more than to go back to that. She wasn't about to give up that bond, that deep connection they had.
It was that late Saturday afternoon, while she was busy writing letters to her kids at Hogwarts that she realized. She'd forgiven her husband. She had forgiven him for the role he'd played that night.
She wasn't mad at Draco anymore.
And yet she felt like her thirteen year old self, awkward and insecure, unsure of how to approach him, how to rekindle their intimacy.
Not just sex, but how close they usually were. Always talking while they went about daily tasks, touching, hugging all the time, teasing each other, helping, being a team. She craved that closeness again, it'd been too long.
"Mum! Mum!"
Hermione immediately focused, Ariana's yelling bringing her back to the present.
"Ari? What's the matter sweetie?" She called, getting up, with effort, and leaving her desk to find her daughter.
"I hurt my arm climbing the oak tree." Ariana wailed, coming into view from the backdoor, covered in snow and holding her arm like a wounded animal. Hermione went to her, quickly assessing the arm in question and being relieved to see that despite the large quantity of blood it was barely more than a heavy scrape.
"Come on champ, let's fix you up." She ushered Ariana into the kitchen, sitting her down and fetching her medical kit from a cabinet. She had no problem with her daughter climbing trees. Even in the snow. Sure, she worried that a more serious injury could occur, but she also enjoyed how happy it made her. She had always thought letting her children have some freedom would help them turn out well, but Rose was a prime example of how shit that idea was so now she was a little torn, wondering if a few of her parenting policies weren't working so well.
Deftly she cleaned up the blood and applied antibacterial ointment, finishing off the wound with big band aid. "There you go monkey, be more careful okay? And it's cold outside, time to come in anyway."
Ariana made a face and then hugged her mother tightly. "Can I watch tv?"
Hermione sighed and ruffled some snow out of her silvery hair. "No, but you can go upstairs and play with all your toys."
"Okay! I'm going to fly around the world on my magic carpet!" She yelled excitedly, jumping up, filled with passion for her new adventure, her injury completely gone from her mind.
"Have fun!" Hermione called after her finished putting away the medical supplies. Then she went and checked on Jeffrey and Thomas, the latter of which was in his play pen, happily building towers out of blocks, and the former of which appeared to be racing Barbie and Batman cars around for an imaginary crowd.
Satisfied that her children were safe and happy she went and finished her letters and then made dinner. Draco had gone out with his best friend, Blaise, they didn't see each other often because the latter man travelled a lot. She didn't mind at first but no she suddenly missed him, the dull ache in her chest incessantly reminding her that he wasn't there.
Hermione fed the children, bathed them and put them to bed. Draco still wasn't home and she was feeling like a pick-me-up so she popped herself some popcorn, poured herself a large class of soda and curled up in his armchair in the living room to watch Ru Pauls Drag Race.
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Scorpius bit his lip hard, trying to suppress the moan attempting to escape his mouth. His eyes were fixed on Teddy's shock of blue hair as his head bobbed on front of him. Scorpius was pressed against the wall behind a statue of centaur on a seldom used staircase at Hogwarts. His boyfriend was on his knee's sucking him like he had diamonds in his balls just waiting to be drawn out. Most of the students were in Hogsmeade, their chances at being caught rather unlikely but still possible.
Teddy was paying attention to his whole penis, making Scorpius giddy with pleasure, the boy barely able to stand, using the wall for support as he swirled his tongue around the tip while pumping him with his fist. Teddy sucked him until with a shudder Scorpius came, the former boy sucking and swallowing, drawing out the orgasm until he was well and truly spent.
"God that was good." Scorpius gasped as Teddy stood, wiping his mouth and shaking out his legs. "Now let me deal to this." He breathed, grasping his boyfriend stiff hardon and massaging it through his pants.
They kissed briefly before Scopius turned around to face the wall, pulling his already undone pants down, his semi erect cock bobbing about as he bent over a little, Teddy's hands at his waist.
"C'mere gorgeous." Teddy muttered, exposing his pulsing cock ad pressing it to Scorpius's entrance. He pushed in, both boys gasping at the intensity of the feeling, and began thrusting hard, grunting with exertion as he forced his large cock in the tight space. A few minutes later, with a muffled cry into his boyfriends back Teddy was coming, shooting his load deep inside, clenching as rolls of pleasure wracked his body.
He was still inside Scorpius when they heard clattering on the stairs above them. Panicked, he pulled out, his now limp cock sliding out and slapping his thigh with a thud as hauled his trousers up and straightened his robe, Scorpius doing the same. Quickly they both sat, the latter boy wincing slightly and pulled out their school books, pretending to be deep in study as some kids rumbled past.
Once they were gone Scorpius grinned at Teddy, a twinkle in his eye. "Fuck we're good."
Teddy leaned in and gave him a firm kiss. "Hell yeah we are."
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She wasn't stupid, she remembered her parents and Mr Potter complaining about how much Polyjuice potion hurt, and how their feet had gotten too big for their shoes and such, she knew, she remembered and she was prepared.
Rose Weasely stood in her dorm room, alone, naked, staring at her pale reflection in the full length mirror beside her bed. There was a Hogsmeade trip today, the dorm was empty, her fellow Gryffindor's out enjoying the sunshine with everyone else.
She shivered despite the warmth in the room, her waist length flaming hair swishing as she turned, inspecting her body. She was memorising herself, so she could compare, her entire body was flat, pale and lean, she wanted to remember how good she looked when she turned into her unattractive mother. A silver bar glittered between the lips of her vagina, her new piercing peeking out and catching the light in the room, causing the girl to stop and admire the only thing she was technically wearing.
She was holding a vial of the potion, several others hidden beneath her bed, her potion brew successful from what she could tell. She had a few strands of the hair she'd stolen from her father's house and she added them to the potion and watched it turn a soft cream colour. She sniffed it and was surprised that it smelt like a pleasant mixture of spearmint and books.
Taking a deep breath she closed and sipped from the vial, the pleasant taste coating her mouth and throat as she swallowed its contents. At first she just stood before she keeled over, dropping the vial, the sound of it shattering mingling with her muffled scream as she clapped a hand over her mouth and cried out in pain. She writhed on the ground, the little shards of glass gouging her skin as it stretched and morphed, taking on an entirely new form.
He flat long limbs shortened by an inch, her big hands and feet shrinking to a petite size, her flat chest and stomach expanding, her hips widening, her eyes widening and turning the colour of chocolate, her skin darkening several shades and freckling, her hair shortening to bra strap length, turning darker and curling, changing painfully until the woman staring at her in the mirror from the floor was no longer Rose Weasely but indeed, a terrified looking Hermione Granger.
"Oh my god." She muttered, jumping violently ass her mother's voice echoed around the room instead of her own. With a groan she hauled herself up, horrified at how difficult it was with the swollen pregnant stomach she had.
"This will not do." She exclaimed inspecting her new found body, regarding it with disgust. "I cannot be sexy like this." She wiped some hot tears from her eyes as she felt her plan collapsing.
Heavy and miserable, she collapsed into her bed, thankful she'd only taken enough to last a hour or so and pulled the covers over her head.
Its okay, she told herself as she drifted to sleep, at least the potion works. I'll just have to wait until she's given birth. Once that baby is born, then, then finally, Draco will be mine.
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At the same time that most of Hogwarts were in Hogsmeade, Scorpius Malfoy was receiving fellatio behind a statue on the stairs and Rose Weasely was sleeping off her potion still cloaked as her mother, Hugo Weasely alone in one of the boys bathrooms. Their only other sibling at the school, Julius, was actually on the school trip and currently enjoying a giant lollipop as he read a Jane Austen novel at Madame Rosmerta's.
In contrast to the happiness and contentment the younger boy felt, Hugo's own sadness and suffering seemed only more unjust.
His robes were torn, most of his face swollen, his nose bleeding, though he was trying to stop it. He sat, hot tears occasionally dripping down his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose, head leaned against the wall, holding some toilet paper against his nose and wishing people would just leave him the fuck alone.
His main tormentors, Nott, Crabbe and Pike had beaten him today after they shoved him and pretended he had gotten in their way. He refused to apologize so they'd beaten the shit out of him, and in front of the girl he liked, Katerina Vane. She was the daughter of the girl who had poisoned his father with a love potion, one that was actually intended for Harry Potter, the infamous Romilda Vane. Hugo had been crushing on her for years but couldn't work up the courage to speak to her, she was super popular and always surrounded by people.
And she was beautiful. So devastatingly gorgeous. She'd never want a fat fuck like him.
His dark brown hair, short at the sides and longer on top was caked with blood as he sat, beating his fist against the cold floor, angry at the world and hurting deep inside as the nasty things the boys had called him pained him more than the physical beating had.
"Fattie!"
"Pig!"
"Oink oink you fat fucker!"
The words were stamped in his brain, he felt like he couldn't escape them.
He hated it here, he hated it everywhere, and he hated his freakin life. He just wanted everyone to leave him alone.
Problem was, everyone did leave him alone, everyone except his tormentors.
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A/N. Here's the thing. My idea of where this story is going changes all the time but if there is a redemption arc, it won't be for Rose. Yeah she's going to develop but she'll never be someone that I personally will like. I do plan on writing this story to an ending, so if you guys want Rose to change drastically, stop reading now, from here on in, it's getting ugly. Much love and thanks for all the support, xo bitches.