Warning: There is an M rating for a reason. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: Let Me Blow Ya Mind, Eve (Ft. Gwen Stefani)
Lyric of choice: Jealousy let it go results could be tragic.
(This is playing on Pansy's Muggle music player! Ha!)

Grammarly is my Beta: 7-17

Charmed to You

Chapter 32
Decorating

Hermione sat in a sitting chair in the Wesley's boisterous living room smiling as everyone played a game of exploding snap on the floor, which had been enchanted into stone so as not to burn Molly's carpet. Draco was currently winning, much to everyone else's chagrin. Hermione shook her head as Ron let loose a particularly violent stream of curses.

"Ron! Watch your language."

The man ducked his head and glowered, still cursing until a stinging hex hit his cheek. "Ouch! Mum that hurt!"

His mother glared at him. "And I will hex you harder if you don't watch your mouth in my home young man!"

George chuckled at his brother who threw him a foul look and continued to mumble, although he was doing so under his breath so that no one could quite make it all out.

Ginny walked in with a butterbeer and threw herself down in the chair opposite Hermione watching the game lazily. "How are you feeling Hermione?" She asked curiously.

Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance because really how many times were they going to ask her that today? "I feel lovely, Ginny," she said in a cheerful voice catching her husband smirking at her because he knew she was anything but cheerful. She glared at him and he winked before going back to the game.

Ginny laughed as the play got a little physical and then looked out at the rainy afternoon. "I was hoping we could play Quidditch today," she said wistfully.

Draco looked up and out the window. "A little rain never stopped us at school. "

Harry snorted. "Should have though, I damn near froze to death a few times."

Ron was shaking his head. "Haven't you all turned into a bunch of Slytherins. Afraid of a little rain? Not wanting to mess up your hair are we?"

Draco glared at him. "Excuse me, Weasel King, but at least-"

Hermione sat up and said firmly. "Draco!"

Draco appeared to choke for a moment and then said. "Bugger it."

Ginny giggled but stopped when her husband glared at her and Potter said diplomatically. "I doubt Molly would be pleased with us muddying up her yard when we all fell off our brooms from frost bite."

George laughed not looking up from his play. "Too true, mate. Besides, I for one, am fine with saying I have no desire to freeze my buttocks onto a broom stick tonight."

Ginny snorted and said. "Speaking of buttocks, Ron, is yours finally wart free?"

Ron glared at his younger sister his face going a bit red. "You are an evil little-" he paused though when Goyle gave him a warning look and sighed. "Yes, thank you for asking," but he mumbled something under his breath that had Goyle cuffing him upside the head and George laughing while Ginny just grinned while Hermione drank her herbal tea smiling.

It was the end of November and there was a winter gale going on outside. Sleet and hail galore. She rubbed her small compact bump and smiled at Ginny who was back to looking a little morose.

"What's got you in such a state?" Hermione asked curiously.

Ginny sighed and mumbled a quick spell.

Hermione raised her eyes. "Muffliato? What secret do you have?"

Ginny frowned. "Goyle doesn't want me to work outside of the home."

Hermione sat up in surprise. "Really?"

Ginny nodded her eyes flashing. "Yes, really, and I said I was bored and he told me to join some charities! Can you-"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I can believe that," she said cutting Ginny off.

Ginny's eyes widened and then she groaned. "Oh, not you too! Mum isn't on my side about this either. YOU work Hermione!"

Hermione nodded. "Because my mother in law does all the things that are expected of me, for me."

Ginny sat back a bit shocked. "What?"

Hermione sighed. "Ginny, it's kind of a fib that pureblood wives don't work. They work all right, it's just not a paying job. Narcissa Malfoy is in no less than ten committees. She heads up three of them and single handily is campaigning to get the new ward added onto St. Mungos. She does more at St. Mungos than the entire board to be perfectly honest."

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "But it's just tea and parties."

Hermione shook her head. "It's haggling, and bargaining, and sweet talking old wizards into doing what you want so kids get a new playroom in the hospital ward. It's planning and scheming, and a level of organization, that I have to say, is rather daunting. It's finding ways to invest money that will get you what you want and what other people desperately need."

Ginny folded her arms pursing her lips. "And if Narcissa wasn't doing all that?"

Hermione gave a small shrug. "When Narcissa stops being able to do all that I hope I have enough energy to take all her charities over. I already took two charities off her plate last month. Eventually, Ginny, I will have to retire from the Ministry and start running the rest of the wizarding world, because that's what those women bloody do! The whole system would fall apart without them. So, when Goyle doesn't understand why you don't want to run charities, you should understand it's because without those charities a lot of people suffer. Plus, you can pick which ones you want to run or start your own. You love Quidditch and I know you probably would love to play, why don't you start children's pick up leagues or organize charity games where all the money goes to St. Mungo's? "

Ginny went limp in the chair. "I didn't think of that."

Hermione nodded. "Either did I actually. I was so angry at first but, after shadowing Narcissa for a few days I realised she puts in more hours 'working' than I do. Plus, I am going to start a few charities that shed light on issues I care about. Draco is helping me to set up and fund a House Elf charity that will work to help any elf that wishes to find a new home or be paid. I would suggest you meet with Narcissa and have her explain the facts of being a pureblood's wife. It should have a bloody pamphlet at school."

Ginny smiled and then shook her head. "Could you imagine if it did? From what you just explained it should say: 'How to run the wizarding world but receive no credit: A Guide to being a Pureblood wife!'"

Hermoine laughed at that and nodded. It was rather like Muggle royal families she supposed. No one had paid Princess Diana to do all she did, the press talked about her clothes more than they did her charities, but Hermione had seen how important the woman's work was first hand. Her own mother even worked with a few charities to help underprivileged children get dental care. In fact, her mother was planning to retire and concentrate solely on her charity work in the next year. Hermione had been shocked to learn that once she had gone away to Hogwarts, her mum had started a charity and cut back her hours at the clinic. "I have gotten more fulfilment out of these years working with these organization than I have in two decades running that clinic with your father," her mother had told her the last time she visited with her.

Her mother's perspective had deeply touched Hermione coming so soon after following Narcissa around. For the first time, Hermione had started to wonder if she might be able to do more good outside of the Ministry than in it? It might not be what Hermione had expected to do with her life, but she was starting to warm up to it and definitely excited to see what she could accomplish with her own celebrity and influence.

Hermione looked over at a now thoughtful Ginny and touched her friend's knee. "Ginny, if you would rather work on something else, I am sure Greg will understand. He loves you and wants you to be happy. But, my mother told me that she is retiring next year to devote herself full time to her own charity work. She said she finds it more fulfilling, being able to help others." Ginny's eyes widened at that and she nodded. "Why don't you ask Magnolia and Constance about the charities they work with the next time we are at lunch?" Hermione ended with a smile.

Ginny was quiet for a moment before she asked carefully, "Could I bring along Pansy to our lunches, Hermione?"

Hermione looked over surprised. "Yes, of course," then she frowned. "Oh drat, I meant to go see her this week. Draco has been harping on me to start decorating our new wing."

Ginny sat up her eyes going curious. "Is it all built then?"

Hermione nodded biting her lip. "For the most part, yes. Draco hired two extra crews who started working in shifts day and night. They are going to be putting in carpet and such soon. I have to get some kind of colour scheme in order."

Ginny looked at the clock with excitement. "Oh, let's pop into her shop now. It's still open and we can be back in time for dinner!"

Draco looked over at her his tone lazy. "Shopping?"

Ginny stood up grabbing Hermione by the hand. "Yes, for your new home. Tell her to not be a lazy bugger and come with me."

Draco stood up walking over to pull Hermione into his arms. "Go on then, love. It has to be done you know and I promise you don't want my mother taking over."

Hermione sputtered with laughter. "Fine, can I trust you to mind your manners here?"

He pecked her on the cheek and then stood back looking deeply wounded. "How could you think I would be anything but a perfect gentleman?" Hermione stared at him incredulously and he smirked. "Right then," he said chuckling and leaning forward to kiss her senseless. "Yes, yes I will mind my bloody manners. Now don't forget your coat and use my umbrella."

Ginny laughed in glee and said. "Greg, I am going to drag Hermione shopping."

Greg stood up and in one long stride, he was at her side giving her a long kiss. "Take your coat," he said sternly.

Ginny rolled her eyes and stood up on tip toe to kiss him again. "Of course I will."

OoOOoOOOoOOOoOO

The two girls bundled up and with Draco's umbrella they floo'd into the Leaky Caldron where they then rushed into Diagon Alley. Ginny had her arm wrapped in Hermione's as they huddled under Draco's large emerald green umbrella and made their way through the twisting streets. Ginny finally pulled Hermione into a rather lovely shop that was tucked into a corner just off the main road. A bell jingled merrily and the shop smelled of sage and cinnamon.

"Pansy!" Ginny called taking off her scarf and mittens and tossing them onto a pretty blue plush chair in the corner.

Hermione closed the umbrella and set it by the door and proceeded to take off her cap, gloves, and scarf. She paused for a moment and then took off her jacket as well. The street was deserted and although her bump was clearly noticeable in her dresses now, which meant she had to keep her robes on all the time at work, her baggy wool jumper shouldn't be a looked up from setting her coat down with Ginny's to see a rather attractive witch come out from around the corner.

It took a moment for Hermione to recognize Pansy Parkinson. For one thing, the woman was in Muggle clothes. She was wearing wool slacks with a cashmere long sleeved jumper and what looked like ballet flats. Her hair was shorter, going to just above her shoulders, and curled attractively. And she was taking off headphones that were attached to what had to be a Muggle music player.

"Ginny!" Was said excitedly.

Ginny smirked. "Listening to Muggle music again! What would your mother say?" Ginny teased rushing over to hug her.

Pansy snorted setting the player and headphones down. "Oh, Merlin only knows."

She stepped back from hugging Ginny and then finally saw Hermione. Her face froze in shock and then went rose with a blush.

Ginny smiled kindly. "Um, Pansy, I think you know Hermione."

Pansy nodded and wiped her hand on her dark slacks before holding it out her eyes weary. "Mrs. Malfoy," she said softly.

Hermione had to shake herself a bit and then she said. "Please call me Hermione, and I will forgive you, Pansy, if you forgive me."

Pansy looked up shocked and then a bright smile lit up her face. She really did look so much nicer when she smiled. "Consider that a deal, Hermione."

Ginny giggled and then said. "Hermione needs help! Draco built her a new wing and she has to decorate it."

Hermione nodded at Pansy's look of surprise. "It's true. If you don't do it, my mother in law will, and I must tell you that has me up at night in a panic."

Ginny walked over rubbing Hermione's small bump. "And we obviously can't have that because my God child needs their sleep."

Pansy fell against the counter as she stared at Hermione's bump her face losing all of its color.

"Ginny," Hermione said sternly. "She looks a bit pale."

Ginny looked up confused and said. "What?"

Hermione gestured towards the still pale Pansy who was leaning on the counter and Ginny jumped and said. "Pansy!"

Pansy shook herself and then said. "But, he said he would never have children!"

Hermione looked at Ginny who was looking at Hermione, both their eyes filled with confusion. "Pardon?" Hermione asked resting her hand on her bump.

Pansy was breathing slowly some of her color returning and she was frowning. "Draco, he swore he was never going to be a father. And I mean, he swore it; when Blaise called him a liar he almost made the unbreakable vow over it."

Hermione felt all the blood rush out of her head and drop to her toes.

Ginny jerked her head towards Pansy and yelled. "What!"

Pansy nodded. "Blaise wouldn't do it of course and we all just dropped it, but his opinion didn't change."

Ginny gestured to Hermione's small bump. "I would say it obviously has!"

One corner of Pansy's mouth lifted up and then the woman laughed, throwing her head back. "Yes, obviously it has," then she sobered and looked at Hermione her face thoughtful. "They talk about how different he is now."

Hermione nodded and then shrugged. "I still think he's a bit of a prat most of the time."

Pansy smiled now and gestured them back into the little shop. "Oh, Hermione, I think we will get along famously."

Ginny giggled with glee rubbing her hands together. "Hermione, ask Niffy to bring the plans for the wing and pull up a chair. Let's get decorating! You do know she is following you right?"

Hermione sighed. "Yes, I know, we are working that out."

Niffy giggled although you couldn't see the elf. "I will get the plan for misses."

They all laughed at the pop as Pansy said. "It's all in how you word things with elves Hermione. I can help you with that."

"If you can teach me how to one up Niffy, I will be forever in your debt, Pansy," Hermione said sincerely.

Ginny laughed. "Wait until you see what she can do with your new wing, you will worship her like I do."

Hermione laughed and Pansy said curiously. "What do you want to do with the wing Hermione?"

Hermione paused and then said softly. "I want something that feels like a home."

Pansy's smile widened and her eyes softened. "I am so glad you found Drake. He needs a home."

The two shared a long understanding look and then got to work.

OoOOooOOOooOOoOOoO

Hermione sighed as she rolled in bed the next week watching as her husband undressed to join her. She let out a little soft gasp as he pulled off his boxers and smirked at her. Her heart hitched at that smirk, Merlin he could turn her on. And that little twinkle in his eyes meant that he knew it. She squirmed and then sighed as he gave her a knowing look.

"Did you want something?" He asked standing there bold as brass, naked and hard.

She swallowed and then glared at him. He knew very well what she wanted! Her damn hormones left her in a puddle of drool whenever he looked at her anymore. He laughed at her glare and then climbed onto the bed, moving over her and pulling down the fluffy bedspread she was snuggled under.

She shivered as the cold air of the room blasted over her. "Draco, it's cold."

He raised his gaze from where it had been studying her lush breasts spilling out of her nightgown and reached over to run a finger lightly over her hardened nipple. She gasped and he smiled but then his gaze went lower, to their baby, and he sighed. "Well I can't have you and junior cold now can I?" He reached over and grabbed his wand and cocooned the bed so that only warm air settled over her.

Hermione shifted and then smiled happily. "Thank you!"

Draco grunted and set his wand back down running his hands over her taut belly. She watched him as his eyes narrowed. "I think you've gotten bigger since this morning," he said his tone low and serious.

Hermione glared at him, he said that every night. "That stopped being funny a few weeks ago, Malfoy."

Back was his ever maddening smirk. "Not to me, dear wife."

His hands moved to bunch up the nightgown and pull it up. She sat up so that she could assist him in this endeavor and within seconds she was just as naked as he was. Although where he was all angles and muscle, she was now curves and softness. She watched as his eyes flared with heat and then he moved down so he could bestow open mouthed kisses all over her belly.

She wiggled. "That tickles."

He grunted but didn't stop, his hands smoothing over her before moving up to pinch and tweak her still too sensitive sighed into his touch and soon his mouth was moving up to suckle at her breast, kiss along her collar bone, and leave little love bites on her neck.

"You taste delicious, I can't resist you and your honey suckle lotion."

Hermione giggled as he nibbled her shoulder but suddenly his mouth turned devilish and was back on her breast and she was moaning as her hands dug into his scalp.

"Draco," she said on a moan.

He grunted and moved his hand down to settle in her curls, testing her wetness and groaning as he found her slick and ready for him. "Oh, Hermione, I love how wet you are."

She wiggled as his fingers flicked at her sensitive flesh and then gasped as he shifted so that he could settle over her, but her belly did seem to be bigger because it was a little in the way. Draco, however, had a plan, he always did, her sly Slytherin husband. He rolled her onto her side and then cuddled up to her back and entered her from behind, his arms snaking around to cuddle her breast and belly as he pumped into her in long sure strokes.

They had never made love in this position and it was simply divine. She arched her back and moaned as he moved into her, so slowly, so carefully. When she had orgasmed for the second time and was clawing at his arms that were still wrapped around her as he continued to stroke her, he let out a long grunt, whispered her name and then released inside of her.

But instead of just going to sleep he rolled her over to her other side so that she was facing him and cradled her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers. "Hermione?"

She forced her heavy eyelids to open so she could look at him. "Hmm?"

He smiled at her and kissed her nose, her lips, her forehead. "I love that we have this between us. Being with you, it's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Hermione went completely still. She could count on one finger how many times her husband had said the L- word in her presence. But before she had a chance to question him, to try and figure out what he had meant, he was leaning down to sweetly kiss her belly and then falling back snuggling her over onto her side and putting a pillow under her belly and between her legs; which was how she slept now.

Hermione waited until she heard his deep even breathing telling her he was asleep and then said slowly as she rubbed her finger along his hand that was still splayed over her belly. "I love this too and I love you."

She fell asleep shortly after that and didn't feel Draco get up, nor did she see him put on his dressing robe and then sit in a chair watching her wearily for the better part of the night.

Notes:

It's unexplainable to those of us who have a good grasp on our emotions why Draco would be so scared of his. He's a tortured soul guys, this happens. Thanks to Honoria for catching a few errors easily corrected. Cheers.

AN: 4-10-18
Let me be very clear. Running charities is damn hard work. Working with charities is just as demanding, time-consuming, and admirable as holding down a regular job. Think of Princess Diana or the Duchesse of Cambridge. They work very hard for many people who benefit greatly because of what they do. Being a sacred twenty-eight pureblood in the wizarding world in this fic is about the same as being in the royal family. If you think that it is a derogatory mark against a woman because she devotes herself to charity work, we are at an impasse. I think that if you have the time, money, experience, and drive to do charity work, that is fantastic.

I took some time after a nasty guest review ticked me off to reword Hermione's thoughts and conversation to reflect this opinion. To the guest who left the review. Cheers to you, I love the chapter more after doing that and still disagree with you. Narcissa Malfoy works very hard and Hermione now understands and respects that. When Hermione finally takes over running all those charities she will be working just as hard as she does now for Kingsley, but probably have a more rewarding life.
I would encourage you to join a charity organization yourself. Perhaps then you won't be so derogatory of the profession of 'charity worker'.

Thanks to Honoria for catching a few errors easily corrected. Cheers.

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