A/N Their baby is due in the next couple of chapters, I would love to hear idea's for the baby's name! There's gonna be a surprise at the birth, anyone who can predict it will get to choose the babies name! If not, I'll just choose whichever suggestion I like best. GO ON, PARTICIPATE! Xo
Draco slipped into his home at almost 9 am, drunk enough for the room to be spinning, but not so drunk that he was in any danger of throwing up. Then again, he was likely that drunk, he'd just always been incredibly gifted at holding his liquor. Unlike his wife, who had a lot less practice than him and generally threw up quite horrifically after a night on the hard stuff.
He'd been catching up with the only person besides Hermione and his children who had any priority in his heart. Blaise Zabini was his best friend from Hogwarts and the only one of his friends from that time in his life he was on speaking terms with. They didn't see each other often, Blaise was always out of the country, and he was a jet setting, in demand model and was constantly working.
When they were 16 and discovering themselves and learning about their own sexuality he and Draco had fooled around a fair bit, Blaise coming to realize he had zero interest in women, whilst Draco, who enjoyed their encounters well enough, preferred the opposite sex.
There had been no hard feelings between them and their friendship had only gotten stronger after that. After the Battle of Hogwarts Blaise had had a similar experience to Draco and changed his ways just as much. He was an eternal bachelor unlike his best friend, forever breaking up with some guy from some country, a natural play boy.
He and Draco had spent the night drinking in one the most exclusive wizard clubs in London, Draco was rich and important enough to be on the list, but Blaise's celeb status made them honoured guests. Hundred year old scotch flowed, music boomed, magical entertainment a constant, the highest quality of partying you can get.
After they'd had their fill of partying they'd apparated (not a good idea when drinking, Blaise had hurled upon landing) to the top of the London bridge and then just sat, above the city, talking and sharing a bottle of whiskey, the cities lights glowing, the noise of the nightlife hundreds of metres below them. It was cold enough that they could see their breath but they were too drunk to care. They'd had a good catch up, talking until Blaise fell asleep with Draco's arm around him and the latter man had sat peacefully, holding his friend as he watched the sun rise over the city.
The sun had wakened his friend, signalling an end to their glorious evening. Draco got Blaise home to his penthouse apartment and then stumbled to his own house.
He could the soft babble of his children playing as he climbed the stairs, their little brains ignoring the fact it was a Saturday and having no idea how great sleeping in was. Draco was exhausted, he was far too old to party like that, but god he'd enjoyed it.
He entered his bedroom quietly, the room dark, Hermione fast asleep, burrowed under the comforter like a rabbit, and slipped into the adjacent bathroom.
He relieved himself and then stripped,
His crumpled tux rustling as it fell to the floor as he turned the shower on and stepped eagerly under the scorching stream. He stood in the heat and steam for several minutes, just warming up before washing himself and brushing his teeth his breath heavy with stale scotch and whiskey.
He turned the water off, shook out his hair like a dog and grabbed a fluffy white towel from the cabinet, quickly drying off before wrapping it around his waist and exiting into his bedroom.
He pulled on a pair of pyjama pants and a grey t-shirt, ran the towel through his hair and tossed it to the laundry basket in the corner of the room. His eyes were on his gorgeous wife's peaceful face as he pulled down the duvet and climbed into their bed, the delicious warmth enveloping him as he shuffled his frame closer to her and lay down.
He pulled the covers up around his chin and pressed his long narrow form against her smaller one and wrapped his arms around her.
"MMmm, hello you." Hermione mumbled, her eyes still closed, her unruly hair in a wild tangle around her face as Draco planted a kiss on her cheek. "Morning." He replied, breathing in her sweet, familiar smell, a mixture of perfume, laundry powder, babies and shampoo.
She snuggled closer to her husband as she hovered between sleep and wake, her fingers twining in her t-shirt absently. Draco smiled as she drew closer to him, the intimacy almost overwhelming him with happiness after the distance they'd suffered for the last few weeks. Hermione had been dodging him left, right and centre, now, here she was, pulling him closer. Thank you, Draco thought inwardly, directing his thanks at whoever was up there, grateful to have his wife in his arms again.
"How was your night? What time did you get in?" Hermione asked as she opened her eyes, inhaling sharply as her husband's piercing grey eyes came into view, the love in them burning so brightly she was glad she was lying down because she felt weak at the knees.
"Just now." Draco informed her, a lock of his damp blond hair falling across his face as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. Hermione shivered as his lips grazed her skin and brushed the hair from his face.
"Bit old for an all-nighter aren't you?" She scoffed, her mischievous smile letting him know she was just teasing.
"Never." He chuckled and caught her hand, twining it in his own and pulling it to his mouth, his soft lips grazing her knuckles, causing her breath to catch in her throat.
"Can our fight be over now?" She breathed, the hair on the back of her neck rising as he kissed her wrist with deliciously intense pressure.
"God yes." Draco exclaimed, letting go of her hand and grabbing her head, pulling her face closer to his and kissing her passionately. She kissed him back, the next few minutes wild and delirious as they kissed so intensely it became aggressive, Hermione kissing his throat so hard he growled in sweet pain and lifted himself up, rolling her onto her back and pinning her there. He continued to kiss her and she gasped in surprise, their fully clothes bodies so close, her swollen baby belly pressed against his hard abdomen, their legs entwined, his arms on hers, his mouth on hers, then on her throat, then her collarbone, then inside the neck of her shirt.
He snaked his way down her body, her skin burning when his mouth had been, until he was between her legs and lifting her knees over his shoulders, her soft feet hanging behind his arms as he lifted her nightshirt and wrapped his arms around her thighs, drawing her close and pressing his lips to her opening. Hermione clutched her sheets as his silver moved about between her thighs, his tongue accosting her, pleasuring her so well she couldn't catch her breath and was making high pitched meowing sounds as she writhed against his mouth.
His tongue was inside her, then it was against her nub, sucking and pressuring her until she was almost screaming, her body wracked with overwhelming pleasure. It felt so good, he was so good, and she grabbed his pillow and covered her face as she orgasmed, unable to hold back her exclamations of ecstasy.
She was still trembling from the intense orgasm as Draco wiped his mouth and crawled back up to her. She pulled him on top of her again, pulling him inside her as he lay on her, their whole bodies touching as they rocked together. His cheek was pressed against hers, his lips caressing her neck, her hands in his hair, one of his arms wrapped around her, the other on her breast, the sex intimate and hot, the sensual closeness making them both sweat as their hips thrust in time with each other.
Hermione came first, moaning his name into his hair and clutching him tightly until he came inside her, his body suddenly going rigid before he relaxed onto her, his weight a comforting heat atop her. A moment or two later he lifted his head and rested his chin on his wife's ample breasts.
"Fuck I love you." His voice genuine with emotion as he spoke looking directly into his wife's deep brown eyes.
She couldn't hide a smile of delight as she ran her hands up and down his muscled arms, his words washing over her soul comfortingly, making her almost giddy with satisfaction and happiness. She pressed her lips to the bruise forming on his neck, a consequence of her passion, then to his mouth as she felt a familiar tingle between legs. "Wanna go again lover?"
"Do you even have to ask?" He replied, making her squeal with laughter as he grabbed her with a ferocious growl and kissed her wildly, already hard and ready for round two.
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"You okay?" Scorpius asked, visibly concerned as he dropped a stack of books on his young brothers bed. Half-brother, but shit like that didn't matter to him.
Hugo shrugged non-committedly, he'd refused to talk about the visible beating his face had had recently and Scorpius didn't want to press to hard, painfully aware of how much bullying sucked.
His own experience made him hesitant to get in the way of the bigger tougher guys at school, but recently he'd noticed the beatings Hugo got were more frequent and getting worse.
Not to mention Hugo was constantly pale, quiet and withdrawn, his usually sunny and cheerful self entirely gone since they'd gotten back to Hogwarts.
"Don't worry about it." Hugo brushed the subject off despite the fact that he was slowly dying inside and wanted nothing more than to confide in his big brother. But he knew he was being selfish, how could he drag Scorpius into it? It wasn't fair to, not after the cruelty he'd already suffered at the hands of small minded, big fisted idiots.
Scorpius and Hugo often did their homework together despite being different ages, both were excellent spell casters, real prodigies at potion making and almost as smart as Hermione at everything else and Hugo was already doing seventh year work anyway. With such exceptional parents it wasn't really a surprise that all of Hermione and Draco's children were exceptionally talented.
The boys studied together, snacking on magical lollies, and throwing small spells around as they aced their homework and started on the extra credit work they did for McGonagall whenever she had something new for them.
After a few moments of casual silence Hugo, who was sitting at the head of his bed, tossed his quill aside and nudged his big brother, who was sprawled across the foot of the bed, with his foot, capturing his attention.
"How did you talk to Teddy for the first time?" He asked, blushing furiously under his bruises.
Scorpius raised an eyebrow. "Got your eye on a young lady have we?"
Hugo shook his head furiously and kicked the older boy lightly. "NO! Just answer the question."
Scorpius chuckled and propped himself up on one elbow.
"Well we first met when I was being kicked to shit by some Slytherins, he came roaring up and thrashed the lot of them. He pulled me up, brushed me off, and said, Hi, I'm Teddy, then he kissed me and ran away. I avoided him for two days while I freaked out and tried to calm my excited ass down. Then finally I approached him and told him I liked his blue hair. About five minutes later I was sucking his dick in the boy's bathroom. That help?" He finished with a wolfish grin, enjoying his younger brothers intense blushing.
Hugo internalized this information, ignoring the cringe-worthy bits. "So he already liked you? He made the first move?"
"Yep, pretty much."
"Darn it." Hugo did not want to make the first move with Katerina. What if she rejected him? Fuck that'd hurt way too much.
Scorpius shrugged. "Hey, if this mystery girl, if she exists, might like you already and be waiting to make the first move too. One of you has to get off your arse and get it done."
Hugo lit up at this possibility. "Your right, you're absolutely right."
"Dude go up and talk to her. Just don't suck her dick in the boy's bathroom." Scorpius advised with laugh, jumping off the bed to avoid the pillow Hugo hurled at him.
"You're welcome!" He called back as he grabbed his books and left, pleased that he'd had some bonding time with his brother.
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