A/N: Shout-outs to repeat reviewers pgoodrichboggs, BadWolfJiggy, MahallieMacKenzie (I wish that too), GeekybyNature (gods yes, if Draco was my daddy I'd be ecstatic), Nichole87 (exactly, I love mine), Green Eyed Lana Lee, Meuba, kimbclar (me too!), Snowflake Dazzle, coyg81, riaroo400, , xXMizz Alec VolturiXx, GeekMom13 (loved your review, thank you so, so much) and Virginie Cires.

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Today's story / author recommendation is The Fulfillment of a Dream by littlegirlbibi, it was recommended to me by Meuba and is the only Daddy Draco / little girl Hermione that I've been able to find. Sadly it's abandoned but the six chapters written are enjoyable. If anyone has recs for similar stories I'd love to hear them! I'm also curious about my lovely readers, apparently there are over 36k of you and I'm wondering how many (if any) are men? Who do you ship and who is your OTP? Let me know in a review or a PM, satisfy my curiosity (alright, nosiness!) xx

Recap of Chapter 14

'Daddies have their ways,' he replied, holding her gaze. He would never reveal the complicated process of inventing a Muggle Studies project to use as a ruse to get help from a muggle-born Ravenclaw. He had ended up ordering hundreds of galleons worth of items from the Hamleys toy shop catalogue and insisted on paying Clara Bentley and her parents several hundred more to show his appreciation for their assistance. Hermione searched his eyes, trying to find any sign of insincerity. She wanted this so badly, if he was messing her around she'd be really hurt…

'Are you a Daddy? Are you my Daddy?' She asked in a small, uncertain voice.

'I very much want to be your Daddy, if you'll have me princess,' Draco replied honestly. He was scared to put himself out there, what if she rejected him? What if she didn't? He hadn't known this was something he wanted, hadn't known it even existed, until a few days ago. But now he knew in his soul that he wanted Hermione for his princess, he wanted to give her the world if she would give herself to him in return.

Chapter 15

Draco could sense her insecurity and uncertainty, pushing her for a decision would be counter-productive at this point. 'Think about it over the weekend, you don't have to make your mind up right now,' he said gently, giving her another squeeze before sitting her down on his bed next to her new things. 'Why don't you pick a picture to colour in? I'll be back in two minutes,' he promised, dropping a kiss on top of her head before escaping to the bathroom to deal with his raging hard-on.

Breathing deeply he wrapped his hand around his member and began to stroke himself vigorously, this wasn't a time to draw it out and maximise his pleasure, he just wanted a quick release and to get back to Hermione. He had no idea if she'd noticed his erection or not and he desperately wanted to feel her small hands – or better yet, her mouth – on him, but he was astute enough to know that baby steps were required. She was damaged emotionally and he was determined to fix her, no matter how long it took, and shoving a cock in her face right now would only send her scampering away. He came embarrassingly quickly, the intensity of the last half-hour with his little girl having kept him at simmering point. Draco cleaned himself up and waited for the bulge in his pyjama bottoms to decrease a bit before returning to her.

Hermione looked up and smiled at his approach. She was feeling so happy inside and it shone through in her eyes, he couldn't help but grin back at her. 'Would you like to do your colouring in at the coffee table in front of the fire?' He suggested. 'I can call one of the elves and ask them to bring food up, you need to eat, princess,' Draco urged. Hermione started to nod then faltered.

'What about Theo and Blaise, will they laugh at me for being childish?'

Draco felt a tightening in his chest, she looked vulnerable and small, clutching her colouring book and pack of felt tips to her chest. 'No princess, they won't. They'll be interested, you can show them the pictures and explain how those funny quill substitutes work,' he stroked her cheek and watched the smile light up her face again. He knew dangling the carrot of explaining how something muggle worked would catch her interest. He took her hand and led her downstairs, prepared to glare at his friends if they so much as thought about making fun of her.

Hermione was happily settled in front of Draco at the fireside with her colouring in when the other two returned from the Quidditch pitch, hair damp from the shower and feeling pleasantly tired after their exercise. Theo acknowledged Draco's warning look with a slight nod and went to drop a kiss on top of her head. 'That looks interesting little mouse, what are you doing?'

'Colouring in pictures, it's something I used to do when I was younger. Draco gave me the book and pens as a present for being a good girl this week,' her voice was shy and Theo found it endearing.

'You have indeed been a very good girl and your picture looks lovely. Tell me how the pens work, they look a bit like self-inking quills?' He wrapped his arm around Hermione and listened patiently to her explanation. Blaise gave Draco a sideways glance that read 'you will tell us about this later' and went to sit beside the other two on the floor, making sure to praise her for both her behaviour and her neat picture. It was obvious to both men that something had happened and Hermione was in her 'little girl' mindset that they normally only saw at bedtime, they found it both arousing and intriguing.

'Draco's shirts look good on you, dolcezza,' Blaise commented, stroking her curls behind her ear. His gaze dropped lower and darkened as he saw her nipples pressing against the fabric. Theo followed his line of sight and gave a small groan.

'I think Blaise and Theo would like to see your pretty rosebuds, princess,' Draco breathed in her ear. He moved from his position on the sofa to sitting on the floor behind her, pulling her flush against his chest. He ghosted his palms over her breasts, hardening as he felt the nipples stiffen. Hermione arched into his touch and laid her head back against his chest. Blaise carefully levitated the coffee table out of the way to give them some room and Theo began to stroke her smooth legs, murmuring how beautiful she was. Putting his wand aside Blaise knelt up in front of her and began to slowly unbutton her shirt, drinking her in with his eyes. Merlin she was exquisite!

Hermione twisted her head round to look at Draco, unsure how to feel about the other men touching her. He saw the anxiety in her eyes and sought to reassure her, 'it's alright little one, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. Are you okay, do you want them to stop?' In all honesty Draco wasn't sure how he felt about this either. On the one hand, he knew that his friends wanted her and they had of course talked about forming some kind of polyamorous relationship…. But on the other hand he wanted to be her Daddy to the exclusion of anyone else. Dammit! He decided to concentrate on the moment and examine his thoughts later.

If Da- Draco was here then she would be fine, Hermione thought to herself. And Theo and Blaise looked after her too, she felt safe with them. She let her thoughts go and relaxed back into her little girl headspace, smiling softly at the affectionate murmurings of the three men.

Blaise finished unbuttoning the shirt and inhaled sharply. He watched as Draco teased each nipple while kissing her neck, stopping just long enough to say, 'look how pretty these pink rosebuds are, they love attention.' Picking up their cues and noting the language used, Blaise and Theo took one nipple each and Draco moved his hands down to caress her hips. Blaise was entranced by the sight of his hazelnut skin stroking her creamy breast and the way she responded so eagerly to his touch. When Theo first lowered his mouth and suckled on her, Draco had to hold her down as she almost arched right off the floor.

Hermione was experiencing a sensory overload. She could feel hands, lips and tongues everywhere and was vaguely aware of something hard at the small of her back but it was crowded out by her physical responses. She was aware of hearing little whimpers and mewls for some time before realising they were coming from herself.

'You're being such a good little girl,' Theo purred in her ear, pinching her nipple firmly. By this point Hermione was incapable of responding, everything inside felt tense and tight, like she needed to burst but didn't know how to make it happen.

Blaise stroked her inner thighs, 'open your legs for us baby girl,' he said huskily, his other hand never leaving her breast.

Draco snaked his hand down from her hip to slip inside her knickers, whispering 'I think your special rosebud is feeling neglected, princess.' He slid a finger down her slit and frowned, she was more than wet enough, but he wasn't able to insert a finger so moved back up to her clit quickly, not wanting to hurt her. The others caught his expression and nodded briefly when he mouthed not now at them. 'Such a special little rosebud,' he cooed in her ear, circling her clit slowly and gently, using only the lightest touch. She was utterly taut, wound so tight that she was ready to snap any moment but he felt her holding back. Climaxing was the ultimate surrender and Hermione Granger needed to learn it. 'Let go little one, come for me,' he whispered in her ear.

Seconds later she came hard, over and over again. 'Daddy!' she screamed, and Draco came right there, growling out the words 'well done princess, well done Daddy's baby girl.' Blaise was sorely tempted to take his cock out and start stroking himself, he was incredibly turned on and needed a quick release. He caught Theo's eye and they both unbuttoned their jeans, pushing them down along with their underwear. Hermione was oblivious to this, she was too busy coping with the explosions racking her insides. Behind her eyes were flashes of colours and then white lights; she was floating in starlight, the only thing anchoring her to her body was Draco's soft voice in her ear, murmuring praise and endearments.

Draco looked on in bemusement as his friends sought their own release, this wasn't a scene he ever expected to see but strangely he didn't feel disturbed by it. If anything, he was glad that they weren't forcing anything on Hermione, he knew she wasn't ready for that yet and he didn't want them to scare her away. His arms wrapped around her as he waited for her to come back to him and he surreptitiously lifted his wand to do a non-verbal cleansing and drying spell on his pyjama bottoms. A few minutes later the Slytherins moved to aim their release onto Hermione's full and soft breasts, causing her eyelids to flutter open.

'Such a good girl, little mouse,' Theo began to rub his seed into her skin. 'No washing until tomorrow,' he ordered, leaning down to kiss her forehead. 'Yes Theo,' she smiled sleepily at him and turned to watch Blaise as she felt him repeat his friend's actions. 'I'm proud of you for being so good, dolcezza,' he murmured and kissed her lightly on the lips. 'I'm going to run down to the kitchens and get us some food, coming Theo?'

Draco gently cradled Hermione to him and carried her upstairs to her bed. Placing her down gently he peeled off her soaking pants and rummaged for a fresh pair, selecting pink satin ones. Hermione seemed to come to at that point and was struck by mortification. She covered her face with her hands and started to cry. Draco was horror-struck and immediately berated himself for pushing her too hard, too soon. 'Talk to me princess, tell me what's wrong and how I can make it better,' he urged, clasping her to him.

'I'm so embarrassed,' she sobbed into his chest, 'I didn't realise my pants were wet, I must have… must have…,' she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. How could she have done a wee in front of them? If this was what was going to happen each time then she never wanted to orgasm again, even if it had been utterly mind-shattering. Draco realised what had upset her and carefully chose his words, 'squirter' was to be avoided at all costs.

'Shhhh angel, it's okay. You didn't wet yourself, I promise,' he soothed. Hermione lifted her head up to look at him and the sight of her tearful, trusting eyes brought out all of his protective instincts. Keeping one arm firmly wrapped around her he used his free hand to brush away her tears. 'There are a few girls that flow with nectar when they come, it's not common, which just proves to me yet again how special you are, princess,' he explained. When she was back in her 'normal' headspace he could talk her through female ejaculation and no doubt his bookworm would research it all she could, but right now she was delicate and vulnerable after her first sexual experience. He peppered her face with kisses and lifted her onto his knee. He wanted to enjoy a few minutes alone with his little girl before the others came back.