A/N: Sorry for the delay! My muse left me for a bit. Also, we're getting some more plot in this chapter! If you liked this, (or hated it) let me know about it in a review! Also, find me on Tumblr at crochetawayhpff.
"Wait, what?" Ron exclaimed, and Hermione felt her lips tighten. They were sitting in the kitchen of her home, having tea. She and Harry had invited Ron over to discuss Harry's new relationship. Usually, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but Ron was already still acting salty with Hermione in regards to Lucius. Ron hated the Malfoys, and Hermione wasn't sure if that would ever change.
"I'm dating Draco," Harry explained softly. He had already told Ron about how he and Draco had reconnected after the war at the Ministry, and Ron kept shaking his head disbelievingly.
"You are dating the Ferret? He's a fucking slag, Harry!" Ron slammed his teacup onto the table, sloshing the tea inside.
"Ron," Hermione warned. She knew Ron was going to take this bad. She just hoped they could avoid any hexes.
"You! You do not get to defend him!" Ron turned to her shouting. "You've been slutting around with Lucius Malfoy of all people."
"Ron!" Harry shouted. "Hermione has been your best friend for eight years. Try to not offend her to the point of her dumping you."
Ron narrowed his eyes at Harry, "The way I see it, you've both dumped me for Malfoys!" He stood quickly from the table, knocking the chair he was sitting in over and strode to the back door of the house. He slammed it on his way out. Hermione though the crack of Apparition sounded louder and angrier than usual and she flinched when she heard it.
"He'll come around," Harry assured her.
"Maybe," Hermione said and bit her lip. She wanted Ron to come around, it was a silly thing to let come between them, but she wasn't going to choose Ron over Lucius. Nor, was she going to let Harry ruin his budding relationship with Draco over Ron's obtuseness either. Ron would just have to get over himself. Although, Hermione could understand how he might feel a little abandoned by her and Harry. Maybe she would give him a day or two to calm down then go try to talk with him again.
Hermione sighed, she'd been exhausted all week, regardless of how much she slept and just wanted to curl up in bed once more, but more than anything, she wanted to curl up in Lucius' bed. Would he think it presumptuous if she showed up at Malfoy Manor and took a nap in his bed?
"I'll be by later, yeah?" Harry said, standing from the table.
Hermione nodded to him and watched him walk out of the door. A flick of her wand and the tea things settled into the sink. The spilled tea vanished from sight. She was happy for Harry and Draco. They both deserved to find happiness with each other, she just wished Ron was more onboard. But she realized it had to be hard for him. His best friends appeared to be moving on, while he wasn't. And Ron had always felt as if he were the odd man out, which seemed strange to Hermione since she felt that way so many times with Harry and Ron. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, it wasn't worth dwelling on. Not right now anyway. Yawning, she stretched her hands over her head and decided she would head to the Manor for a kip.
Lucius was inordinately pleased when he returned from the Ministry to find Hermione napping in his bed. Thus far, she had refused his request to move in with him, but he hoped to wear her down eventually. He was convinced they would both be much happier. It had been almost a month since they returned from Paris and Britain was covered in the usual grey fog that lasted the entire month of February. He hadn't seen Hermione as much as he would have liked to, due not only to his own commitments, but whatever it was Hermione did during the day. She had been somewhat reluctant to tell him, and Lucius had decided that keeping his mouth shut was the better part of valor.
He disrobed quickly and crawled into bed with her and wrapped his left arm around her waist, pulling her body into his. He was pleasantly surprised to find her nude as well, and it wasn't long before he was reacting to her presence in his bed. He swept his hands along her smooth skin, relishing the feel of her under him. Lifting her leg, he pulled it back over his own, so she was completely open to him.
"Lucius," she moaned and turned her head back. He captured her lips with his own and used the distraction to enter her swiftly. His breath caught as soon as he was sheathed within her tight walls. It always did, this witch was magnificent, and Lucius knew he'd never tire of her. Certainly, not in his bedroom, and definitely not in his life. He just hoped he could hold onto her as long as she would allow. He set himself to driving her pleasure as high as he could before he couldn't hold out anymore. He would do anything in his power to keep her with him, and if that meant giving away his gold to everyone else in the wizarding world, Lucius vowed then and there he would do it. If only to keep her with him.
Another breathy, "Lucius," and Hermione was tumbling over the edge of her orgasm. Her muscles contracting sweetly around his cock and Lucius decided to see if he could give her another before he was done. He teased her nipples with one hand and slipped the other to the little bud between her legs. His strokes became languid and long, as he suckled along her neck and shoulder.
Hermione's breath sped up, and a subtle sheen of sweat broke out on them both as Lucius worked her over.
"That's it, love," Lucius crooned in her ear as her cunt fluttered around him. He increased his pressure on her clit and was instantly gratified when she wailed his name and bucked around him.
Lucius thoroughly enjoyed the effects of Hermione's orgasm before he began pounding into her, intent on his own pleasure. He held her tightly to him as he chased his own climax down. He felt Hermione squeeze her internal muscles and Lucius was lost. He came hard and hot inside her.
"Merlin, Hermione," Lucius panted into her ear as his heart rate slowly returned to normal. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this."
Hermione smiled at him, and the moment he slipped from her body, pushed him onto his back, attacking his mouth with her own.
It was times like this that Lucius wished he were a younger man, with a shorter refractory period. Hermione could be quite insatiable. He loved every moment of it.
The third morning Hermione had rolled out of bed and ran to throw up in the loo, she suspected that this wasn't a bug or the flu. Her period had always been intermittent, and after Dolohov's curse in her fifth year, Madam Pomfrey had kindly and tragically explained that Hermione would be unlikely to bear children. At the time, Hermione had been upset, but not devastated. As time went on, she had other things to worry about than her reproductive status. And during the war, food got scarce enough that her periods had stopped altogether.
She bit her lip in indecision, she wasn't sure of the charm, but thought that maybe it was in their fifth or sixth year charm book. Should she look for it? Or chalk it up to a bad case of food poisoning. Hermione hadn't even had time to come to terms with the fact that she might be barren. What did it mean if she wasn't barren at all? And had been having unprotected sex with two men. Merlin, she felt like a prize idiot. Deciding that knowing was better than not knowing, Hermione found her fifth year charms book and began to flip through it. The charm she was looking for wasn't there, so she turned to her sixth year. She remembered reading it, although Professor Flitwick had not taught the charm in class. She closed her eyes and remembered Lavender asking about it with a giggle, and Flitwick turning bright red with embarrassment. He'd told them they could research it on their own and moved on quickly. It must have been sixth year then, Hermione's memory was tainted with jealousy. She smiled, trying to imagine a time when she was jealous of Lavender, but then felt nauseous again. She breathed deep, willing the nausea to go away. She didn't want to sick up ever again. And desperately hoped that this was just a bug. That when she found the charm and cast it, it would come back negative. And yet, there was a small part of her who wished it would come back positive.
Hermione opened her eyes and focused on the sixth year charms book, thinking about Ron's relationship with Lavender. It had been in the fall and ending around Christmas. That meant the front of the book, and Hermione began flipping through pages looking for it. Her memory must have been off, or Lavender had been reading ahead. She found the charm at the end of the book. She took a moment to study the wand movements then picked up her wand and pointed it at her abdomen.
"Invenio Infans," she muttered.
Hermione wanted to throw up again when the tip of her wand glowed a brilliant white, signifying that she absolutely was pregnant. What in the fuck was she going to do?
Harry had never felt calmer than he did at this moment. He was about to do something insane but had never felt more sure about anything else in his life than this. He and Draco were going out for dinner, they'd only been dating a few months at this point, but the way Harry felt about his former nemesis had changed so completely since their days as schoolboys. Now he couldn't wait until he could see Draco and lived for the days when neither had prior commitments, and they could spend the entire day together. And tonight, Harry was truly ready to move his relationship with Draco forward. His only niggling of nervousness is that Draco would turn him down.
Harry quickly brushed that thought aside and focussed once more on what he planned to say. He didn't want to make his speech too sappy, but perhaps a little sap wouldn't be amiss. Harry breathed deeply as he heard the crack of Apparition at his doorstep.
"Potter?" Draco called out from the door. Harry stepped down the stairs and wrapped his arms around Draco.
"Missed you," Harry said into Draco's neck. Draco's own hands were around Harry's waist, and his arms tightened around Harry.
"You too," Draco breathed. For a moment, they just stood there, taking comfort in the other's presence.
Finally, Harry pulled back, "Ready?"
Draco smirked and nodded, and Harry grabbed his arm and turned to his left, Apparating them to the restaurant.
To say that Draco was surprised when Harry popped his very personal question in a very public setting would be a massive understatement. The look on Draco's face was absolute shock. And suddenly Harry worried that it was too soon, that Draco would say no because they had only been dating for a few months.
"I mean, we can wait a while—"
"Shut up, Potter," Draco drawled.
Harry's mouth snapped shut, and Draco leaned across the table, his lips barely hovering over Harry's. "Yes," he breathed.
Harry grinned then rushed to meet Draco in a desperate kiss. They soon found a way around the table and Draco was in Harry's lap, kissing him deeply. The flash of a camera popped and then another and another, but Harry didn't care. For once, everything in his life was going perfectly.
'WEDDING OF THE YEAR: MALFOY AND POTTER TO MARRY!'
Hermione laughed at the headline and the photo beneath. How in the world had the photographer captured Harry and Draco's personalities so well? Harry was scowling at the photographer, likely wishing his death, while Draco, with an arm wrapped around Harry's waist, was grinning and winked cheekily.
The article was all speculation on when the wedding would be and who the grooms would be wearing. And the last half was dedicated to what the future of the Malfoy family would be once the only heir married a man. Would the entailment be changed to allow for an adoption? Or perhaps a surrogate? The press and public were both abuzz with questions.
Hermione had made a non-decision in regards to her own pregnancy. If she didn't think about it, it wasn't happening. Logically, she knew that this was an idiotic position to hold. And yet, Hermione found herself pushing all sorts of pregnancy and child related thoughts to the back of her mind to be dealt with at a later time. Instead, she was wrapped up in the romance and drama that was Harry and Draco's whirlwind courtship.
"Do we honestly need to invite everyone you've ever met?" Harry asked.
They were ensconced in a parlor in Malfoy Manor, and Harry was pacing. He always paced when he was agitated.
"Of course I'm not inviting every person I've ever met, Potter," Draco sneered. "We agreed nobody we'd fucked."
"Draco," Hermione warned. Draco's past was still a bit of a sensitive subject for Harry. Not that he minded who Draco had been with, but that he felt it was his fault Draco had gone so far off the rails, to begin with.
"Oh, shut it, Granger. He's a big boy," Draco snarled to her. "Honestly, Harry, it's not even that many people. Five hundred is a very bespoke number."
"It's more than attended Hogwarts at any given time," Harry pointed out. "I don't know five hundred people."
"Sure you do," Draco scoffed.
"Maybe you can cut it down to three hundred?" Hermione suggested lightly, trying to break the tension.
"Three hundred?!" Draco and Harry shouted at the same time.
Hermione giggled. "You two are adorable. I'll leave you to it." She hopped up from her place on the sofa and went off in search of either Lucius or Severus.
She stumbled across Severus, who was in his lab in the middle of a complicated brew.
"Need any help?" Hermione offered, even though she was sure he'd turn her down anyway.
Severus looked up sharply and considered her for a moment before giving her a sharp nod. He jerked his chin in the direction of a pile of fluxweed leaves.
"Those need finely minced."
Hermione nodded and pulled her hair back in a quick low ponytail behind her head. She picked up the knife that Severus had indicated and set to work. She hadn't brewed a potion in months, but the movements came back to her and soon she found herself engrossed in her work. After the fluxweed. Severus handed whole nightshade flowers that needed de-petaling.
Over an hour later the peace of the potions lab was interrupted by Lucius. "There you two are." He filled the doorway and Hermione smiled at him from her spot slicing moonseeds.
"I'm always here, Lucius. It shouldn't come as a surprise to find me here," Severus intoned, and Hermione's smile deepened. She loved Severus' dry snark.
"Of course," Lucius nodded. "I am surprised to see you allow Hermione to help you. You don't usually let anyone help you."
Hermione's eyebrows rose. That was interesting news. She glanced at Severus and Lucius through her eyelashes, watching the byplay between them. Severus' scowl was black, and Lucius was smirking. She was undecided whether she should speak up or not, but considering she was rather interested in seeing where this was going; she decided to keep quiet.
"What does it matter to you, Lucius?" Severus finally growled.
"Nothing," Lucius shrugged. "I've offered to help many times, as has Draco, and yet you always turn us down."
"Neither you nor Draco can keep your mouths shut so I can concentrate while I brew," Severus countered.
Hermione snorted a laugh, and Severus turned his glare to her. She put the knife down and sidled up to him.
"It's alright Severus; I think it's sweet you like my company." She stood on her tiptoes, placing her hands on his shoulders and kissed his cheek.
"I am not sweet, witch," Severus hissed. But the bite was removed from the words when he placed his hands on her hips and nuzzled her cheek with his nose.
"Mmm, I beg to differ," Hermione murmured into his ear. She nipped his earlobe and hummed. "See, sweet."
"I'll show you sweet," Severus growled and stepped back. Then he lifted her over his shoulder and began striding from the room. She found herself staring at his bum as he made his way to Lucius' bedroom.
"Well, this is interesting," Lucius commented.
Hermione looked up to see him following her, and she grinned at him. Somewhere along the way, her hair tie had come loose, and soon Hermione could see nothing but Severus' bum and her own hair. Severus jumped when she pinched his arse. Hermione was surprised she was able to get to skin through all the layers he wore.
The moment Severus entered Lucius' bedroom he tossed Hermione onto the bed. She liked the look in his eye.
"Strip," Severus ordered. Hermione grinned and hurried to comply. The moment she was naked, Severus flipped her over onto her belly and pulled her hips up. She felt the bed dip behind her and then his cock was bumping against her nether lips. She knew she wasn't quite ready for him, but Severus took care of that. He brought one hand to her breast, and another to her clit and it wasn't long until she was panting with need.
"Please," she begged him, and he answered by entering her swiftly.
"Tell me how sweet this is," Severus growled into her ear, his chest brushing against her back as he took her.
"Fuck, Severus," Hermione keened. This had to be her favorite position. The way his cock bumped against her cervix had Hermione nearly screaming.
Hermione was panting and on the edge of orgasm when she felt her hair being pulled back. She still had her eyes screwed shut tightly, focussing on the sensations Severus was causing.
"Open your mouth, pet," Lucius murmured and Hermione's mouth watered when she felt Lucius' cock nudge her lips. She opened her mouth and her eyes to look at Lucius as she engulfed him.
"Fuck," Lucius groaned, and Hermione hummed in response.
Severus reached a hand around and began plying Hermione's clit with his fingers.
"Come, witch," Severus groaned, his pace increasing to an impossible speed.
Hermione moaned around Lucius' cock. She was getting so fucking close. Severus grunted and pulled her off Lucius' cock, holding her against his chest, his arms wrapped around her tightly as he pounded into her from below.
"Tell me," Severus growled. For a moment Hermione forgot what he wanted to hear. What was it that had started all of this?
"Fuck, Severus. So fucking sweet," Hermione moaned.
"Now, come," Severus ordered, and Hermione couldn't help but to comply. She shattered apart in Severus' arms as he held her together and thrust through her orgasm. The moment she went limp, Severus pushed her forward and Lucius once again, gathered all of her hair up, nudging his cock toward her lips once more.
Hermione grinned at Lucius and licked his beautiful cock from root to tip.
"That's it, pet," Lucius growled. "Take it all."
Hermione complied happily, taking Lucius' cock as deep as she could. Severus hadn't quite stilled behind her but was thrusting very lightly. It was enough to drive Hermione mad. She swirled her tongue around the head and hollowed her cheeks as she moved her mouth up and down Lucius' cock.
"Fuck," Lucius grunted, and Hermione hummed her response. She shifted her weight to prop herself up with just one hand and used the other to fondle Lucius' sac. The shift in weight had Severus driving into her deeper and Hermione felt the tension begin to wind tighter inside her. She wasn't sure how much more she could take, but it seemed Severus was determined to wring another orgasm out of her.
Hermione focussed on Lucius, trying to will her orgasm to hold off until she'd managed to get Lucius to come. She knew one of Lucius' favorite things was to watch her swallow his hot seed and she put all her effort into making sure that would happen sooner rather than later.
Right before Lucius let loose, his grip in her hair turned almost painful, and Hermione knew he was close, she swallowed as much of him as she could, and he exploded down her throat. Hermione swallowed it all down, licking Lucius' cock clean before pulling off of him.
"Excellent, pet," Lucius smiled at her. Hermione returned the grin and began pushing her hips back into Severus'. One down, one to go, Hermione thought. Once again, Severus lifted her into his arms, plying each of her nipples with his dexterous fingers. She laid her head on his shoulder, enjoying his ministrations.
"Does it still feel sweet, witch?" He hummed into her ear, his strokes long and languid.
Severus wasn't usually this vocal and Hermione was finding that she bloody loved it.
"Yes," she hissed. She felt a third hand at the junction of her thighs and opened her eyes to see Lucius smirked at her, while his thumb circled her clit.
"Ready to come again?" Severus asked, pinching her nipples harder.
"Fuck, Merlin. Yes!" Hermione groaned. She felt as if her heart would beat out of her chest from the sensations the two men were causing. Severus' pace increased, and it didn't take long for Hermione to come again. Severus followed shortly behind, and the three fell into a heap of sweaty limbs onto Lucius' bed.
"It's Severus," Severus reminded her from behind. She wiggled until she could turn over and face him. She smiled at his sleepy expression; his eyes were half-lidded but glistening.
"Yes, Severus," she said and leaned in, kissing his lips sweetly. Lucius' arm came around her waist, and it wasn't long before all three fell asleep in their lovers embrace.
"This is ridiculous," Hermione huffed. It had been almost a month since Harry had proposed to Draco and still, the Prophet was going on and on about the nature of the Malfoy heirs. What business of theirs was it anyway?
"What is?" Lucius asked. They were sitting in the library at the Manor, one of Hermione's favorite rooms. Lucius was working at his desk, reading through memo's and meeting minutes while Hermione had been reading the news.
"All this rubbish about the nature of the next Malfoy heir. Isn't there any actual news to report these days?"
"Well, we're a very public family. Always have been," Lucius shrugged and turned back to his work.
"Again, ridiculous," Hermione muttered. Tossing the paper aside and picking up a book instead. In truth, Hermione felt unsettled. She was starting to have some pregnancy symptoms, and she felt scared and alone. She shook her head, she could worry about the pregnancy later.
"Would you want children someday?" Lucius asked suddenly.
"What?" Did he know? How would he have found out? Hermione felt panicked, but when she turned to look at Lucius, his face was very carefully neutral.
"If our relationship progressed to the stage of marriage and children, would you want them?" Lucius asked.
Hermione bit her lip. On the one hand, she was relieved he didn't know, and on the other, she knew this was the perfect opportunity to bring up her little problem. But she felt nervous to do so.
"Maybe," she hedged and stood from the sofa. "I need to use the facilities," she explained to Lucius and hurried out of the room.
What in the world was she going to do? Lucius sounded like he wanted children, but Hermione couldn't imagine Severus ever wanting them. What if the child she carried was Severus'? She didn't know for sure, nor did she know of any way to find out while the child was in her womb. Hermione decided to bury her head in the sand for a little longer. Perhaps the solution would come to her in time.
