Chapter 10

She had now had sex with Draco Malfoy twice and she was going to do it again tonight. She didn't care if he was fall down drunk, it would happen. Although she had never seen him drunk. He drank, but he was always sober. Whatever he did for fun and relaxation, she didn't see it. In fact, the only fun he had ever seen him have ever was being a bully. In truth, she'd only said attention to him when he was mean, but she couldn't recall any time in school when he'd been anything but. He had incredible charm when he wanted to, but it wasn't real. But when he put it on, it really was something.

He certainly wasn't stupid and he was smart enough to know how to charm people. He was very observant, he knew how to read people, which was something she would have to keep in mind as she was trying to pass for Astoria. She had to do what she did, well not all of it, but she needed to start spending money. And probably not in the way she wanted which was to buy up anything interesting in Flourish and Blotts. Maybe she could start buying baby things. There was danger emotionally down that road, she knew, but it was so tempting and so hopeful to look at baby gear.

She wondered what their baby would look like. It might be a certainty that it would be blond. Obviously it wouldn't look like her because she was gone. The thought made her sad, but a baby, any baby would be an absolute joy. At least Astoria's genes would live on. It didn't sound like that was important to Astoria, but who knows. Hermione would love the baby more than anything in the world. And she could guide it well through the less than ideal family it landed in.

Dying had certainly made her consider what was important in life and for her there was only one thing that had any relevance anymore. Hating Draco and his family wasn't important. Not that she'd ever like what they believed or stood for. They were just trying to get by like everyone else, in a twisted way, but not ultimately important provided they weren't hurting people.

The familiar hope that she might be pregnant this very minute filled her with joy and fear. Fear for the later realisation that she wasn't and the crushing sorrow that brought. But she had a real chance now, not some hopeless wish for a miracle.

There was too much free time in Astoria's lifestyle, it was killing Hermione trying to occupy that much idle time. She would go shopping for a gown, she decided. There was a black tie event on. There were several gowns in Astoria's closet, but she needed to keep up the image of Astoria, so she would shop.

She couldn't help liking the red gown she saw at Madam Malkins. It wasn't a colour she was supposed to pick, but it was gorgeous and Astoria's body looked practically sinful in it. If there ever was a dress that Malfoy would have to notice, this might be it. Even if only to hate the Gryffindor colour. It wasn't something Hermione would ever pick, but it was something Astoria would probably pick.

A pair of gold strappy heals would have gone perfectly, but that would probably have been pushing it. Again, she didn't have to pay anything, it was all on the Malfoy account. She wondered what kind of dent Astoria had made on the Malfoy account with her shopping trips.

She was going to seduce him again tonight. It was her one and only purpose. Jeez she looked tall in this dress. Hermione had never really been girly. It wasn't her style and she had never really been in an environment that allowed it. She couldn't well spend an evening at the Burrow in this dress, could she. It was interesting to explore the more girly things in life, even though it wasn't really her thing.

There was also something very exciting about ruthlessly going for what she wanted. She usually did in life, but not quite so single-mindedly. Actually that was not true, she had dragged Ron across half the globe in search for a remedy for their problem. That was before the hopelessness set in. And it was so nice to not feel hopeless anymore.

She took some time to get ready that evening. Draco was dressed in more formal robes when she got down to the entranceway. It didn't do him a disservice. He wearily appraised her, but didn't comment.

The usual circus started when they arrived, she would stick to Draco and look pretty. Look adoring. This really wasn't her scene, but this is was being Astoria involved so she would do it for now. Draco would be his charming self and would pretend that he loved his wife.

Hermione stood a little bit closer to him tonight. Touching was important if she was going to keep his attention when they went home. She needed to keep his mind on the more carnal things. Maybe she wasn't half bad at this seduction thing. Maybe she should get Blaise to come over and chat so Draco would kiss her again. That had been one hell of a kiss. That kiss told her there was passion in him somewhere because he could draw out a semblance of it if he wanted to.

But she was getting distracted, she realised. She wasn't after his passion, she just needed sex. She would have to be careful lest she seduce herself. That would just complicate everything.

She did her best to be charming too. Even engage in the conversation when she wasn't ever so subtly keeping Malfoy's mind distracted.

When the evening ended, he apparated her back. He didn't say anything to her as Lucius and Narcissa took their leave. The entrance way was dark and she couldn't quite see his eyes. But she knew he was watching her.

"What are you up to Astoria?" He asked quietly.

"Me?"

"Mmm." He said.

"Well." She said and played with one of the buttons on his shirt. "Until I get my baby, I am going to make things hard for you."

"Is that so?" He asked distractedly, but she knew she had his attention. She snuck her finger in between the buttons of his shirt and pulled him towards her. He didn't fight. He was close now, she was filled with his scent again. Ok, Draco Malfoy could be incredibly sexy, she conceded, in a stoic and unapproachable sense. Particularly if you try really hard to seduce him.

She brought her lips up to his and stroked his lightly. He wasn't participating, but she wasn't giving up. He hadn't walked away, so there was interest there on some level. She tried again and kissed him. A third attempt and something broke, he was now kissing her back. Tentatively at first, then fiercely.

She had never kissed him for real before, kissed him in private. And she was losing her senses to anything else. She wanted him really badly and anything else seemed to have slipped her mind.

She pulled his as close as she could and he seemed to do the same. The clothes were in the way of the heat and the driving desire. She wanted him closer. She felt a wall behind her and he was finally close, pressed up again her with force. They were still kissing and his hand was moving up her thigh underneath her dress. She still wanted him much closer and her legs seemed to move around his hips to draw him in.

He was kissing her neck now and she was just burning in every way possible. She wasn't sure how it happened but he was coming inside her now and it was beautiful. She felt filled but needed still more. She wasn't sure how he managed to lift her in the standing position but he kept on stroking her with sensation. Mesmerising her to a complete focus on the sensation and the delicious tension building in her body.

She was coming, she felt the tightening and it was relentless. No, no, she said, too soon. It was too soon. She need to come with him or after him, but she couldn't stop it. It exploded over her as she tightly held onto him. Shit, she thought, she came too soon. Hers was just tailing off when he came into his shuttering release.

His heavy breathing shook them both as she was till wrapped around him in every possible sense. Her dress fell down as he stepped back from her and Hermione was grateful for the wall holding her up. He quickly sorted himself and stepped back again. He didn't say anything and he turned away and walked off.

Hermione wanted to kick herself. She'd come too early. After all that effort, she had lost it and come too early. What was wrong with her, she chided herself. There was now a mess to deal with, and it was going to ruin the beautiful gown unless she took care of it quick smart. Mess withstanding, she thanks the powers that made making babies such a beautiful thing. If she had to seduce him like that every night, she could do it. She just had to make sure she didn't get lost in it and lost the plot like she did tonight.

Hermione's whole body felt satisfied and languid that night. She decided to have a bath to clean up after. Things had gone almost perfectly that night. The sex had been much better than she had anticipated, probably too good in the scheme of things. Now it was just a matter of doing it again and then setting up a routine. If they kept that up, she would be pregnant in no time.