Thursday:

"Draco what's wrong? You look awfully pale." Hermione tried to hide her smirk. The only thing Draco could think to say was,

"I'm always pale." Hermione walked up to him and he was still as a statue.

"Not this pale, is there something causing you distress?" Hermione placed a hand against his cheek knowing full well her current outfit was the cause. Draco could feel her pressed against him and he felt a primal urge within him feeling the evidence of their love in her swelling breasts and belly. She had false concern written all over her face and she was overacting terribly. Draco couldn't help it and longer I had been days since she had been this close to him, since he had touched her. Before she could do anything he gently placed his lips against her own. Gently at first he kissed her with all the meaning he could muster. She reacted upon instinct and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Draco threaded one hand through her thick hair and placed the other on the small of her back. If they had ever had a meaningful kiss it was this one. When they pulled apart they stayed close, Draco wouldn't be letting her leave in the near future. He clenched his fist on the small of her back and gathered the material of her apparel in his hand.

"You're not supposed to kiss me, I'm mad at you." She said still enclosed in his arms.

"You're the one who brought out the big guns. You think I could resist this." Draco stepped back slightly to cast a glance down at her attire that had him in such a pallid state. He stepped back to her and placed kisses along his wife's neck.

"Do you know...how sexy...it is to see...a beautiful...stubborn...Gryffindor...in not only Slytherin colours...but a Slytherin Quidditch jersey?" Draco groaned and he spoke between kisses. Hermione smiled and put her hands against his chest.

"Well that is kind of the point. I needed to try and look sexy to punish you for upsetting me." She stepped back and Draco looked at her in all the Slytherin glory again. His 6th year Quidditch jersey swallowed her whole even in her pregnant state and she couldn't look sexier. "I'm not done torturing you yet."

"You're killing me Hermione." Draco whined.

"I don't know what you are talking about Draco." Hermione had thrown up her facade again the effects of Draco sudden passionate kiss wearing off now she had stepped back from him and she remembered why she was dressed in her current state of dress. "You are looking so pale and tired; you should probably get some rest." She blew him a kiss and turned walking away to the spare bedroom. Draco sighed knowing full well he would barley be sleeping without her body next to him.

"So it's working then?" Ginny asked putting her yoga mat down and unrolling it.

"Yeah." Hermione said. Ginny was accompanying her to yoga she hadn't told Draco for fear he would want to come with her. She had enough issues with her husband and her body issues without him being surrounded by skinny un-pregnant yoga- goers.

"Hermione, you know he thinks your beautiful, and definitely sexy, right? Even in sweats and a hoodie. You can see it every time he looks at you." Ginny said watching her friend closely.

"Of course I do and I know he loves me pregnant, but it hurt. I've read so much about husbands not finding women sexy after they get pregnant and have babies. He can't just say things like that. I know I shouldn't stop trying to be sexy but he is supposed to love me unconditionally and that includes my wardrobe. I know it's selfish to want him to find me sexy all the time but it doesn't help that he looks like a bloody Hollister model every bloody second." She saw Ginny's confusion. "He looks sexy when he wakes up, when he's working out, in a suit, in pyjamas. It would just be nice to not have to worry about what I look like sometimes. He thought I didn't want to be sexy for him." Hermione sat on her mat and watched sickeningly as the women around her flexed and stretched. Hermione tried to reach her toes and gave up somewhere between her knees and her ankles. She sat back and sighed. "I don't expect him to find me hot every second of the day but he doesn't need to say it when he doesn't."

"He wasn't saying he didn't find YOU sexy, he said he didn't find your CLOTHES sexy. There is a massive difference." Ginny joined her on the floor. She saw Hermione was beginning to get sad and decided go in a different direction. "So are you going to give in soon?"

"I don't think I can last much longer!" Hermione winked thankful of Ginny's diversion. "To be honest originally it was only suppose to be one night but after I found out how...amazing it was to drive him crazy and get revenge, I couldn't help myself." Hermione sat back on her hands.

"You have always driven that man crazy since the second you stepped on that train." Ginny laughed as the instructor entered the hall.

"Oh I know, I have just never known how much fun it could be." Hermione whispered before the class started.