"DRACO ABRAXAS MALFOY, HOW DARE YOU!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs, her nostrils flared with anger and her cheeks red from frustration. Draco sat up quickly and reached for his wand before realizing it was only Hermione. Why was she waking him at this ungodly hour? He glanced at the clock. It was 3am. She looked pissed, so he figured it was best just to stay quiet and let her rant.
"You know after 11pm YOU'RE on baby duty! So, even after we worked out this schedule, why is it I'm only averaging an hour or 2 of sleep a night? Your daughter has been crying for the last 20 minutes and you've just been sleeping away. Go see if she needs to be changed or fed. Now." She stomped her foot on the ground, as if to emphasize her point. He chuckled to himself and threw back the black blankets, to reveal green and silver silk sheets and his nearly nude body. All he had on were black silk boxers. She quickly covered her eyes, still not completely comfortable with the idea of living with him. He stood and stretched, yawning loudly. He opened his bedroom door and walked back 3 sets of doors on either side of the hallway before getting to the bright pink door with pygmy puff stickers all over it. He pushed it open to reveal the dimly lit, large, pink nursery. He pushed past mountains of toys and clothes to get to the white crib.
Erika was laying there crying and screaming. The little one was only 2 months old, and already had the lungs of an athlete. Draco scooped her up into his arms and hugged her close. "Come on now, little one. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad." He laid her down on the white and pink changing table and unbuttoned her green onesie. He stood corrected as the smell hit him, making him gag.
"Jesus Christ. For such a cute little thing...you make huuuge, evil smells!" He undid the sides of her diaper and tossed it into a Muggle contraption Hermione had purchased by the name of Diaper Genie. He didn't understand why she couldn't have just purchased a rubbish bin, but she was the mom, so she called the shots. He reached under the table and grabbed a new diaper and a fistful of wipes. He held her ankles together and lifted them, wiping away the horrendous smelly matter. He put the new diaper on her and put her onesie back on.
She cooed a bit and smiled. "You're perfect, little one." He kissed the tip of her nose and walked out of the nursery, still holding her. He walked down the long hallway, and down 3 flights of stairs before getting to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle. He mutter 'Infernous Bordrous' and heated the bottle up slightly. He poured some onto his wrist and checked the temperature, though he knew it was going to be perfect. He let her figure out on her own that the bottle was there and he carried her back into the nursery. He sat in the rocking chair next to her crib and rocked gently as he fed her. He smiled at the infant and kept rocking, softly humming a lullaby he'd remembered from his childhood.
It was times like this he almost missed his mother and father. Not so much his father, but after Lucius went mad and used the Killing Curse on himself, Narcissa had gone absolutely bonkers without him and she, too, used the curse, leaving Draco alone in the Malfoy Manor at age 18. He was adult at that point, but was far from capable of caring for himself. But now he had Hermione and little Erika to help him survive, not to mention the house elves. Hermione hated that he still had house elves, but it was his home, and he felt he needed them. He wasn't cruel to the house elves, or over-expecting of them. He just needed help every once in a while.
As Erika finished the bottle, Draco laid her back into her crib and filled a blanket over her lower body. He watched her fall asleep before turning on his heel, and flipping the main light off. He slowly and quietly closed the door before tip-toeing back to his room. As he walked in, he saw something he hadn't. Hermione on the bed in less than his ridiculous nightgown. He climbed into the bed on his side and closed his eyes, though Hermione didn't agree with his decision. She poked his temple until he shot an angry look at her.
"I think since we live together and sleep in the same bed, we should set up some ground rules and see if you can actually follow them. For starters, the whole morning wood in the back thing has got to stop. It's getting annoying. Another is that no matter how tempting it may be, we cannot have sex. Think you can handle that?" she said, hardly taking a breath between thoughts. He nodded and rolled onto his side, facing her as she climbed under the covers, wearing a black and green polka dotted bra and matching boyshort.
"One question though...Did you have to pick those two colors to decide to sleep in tonight?" He whispered, pulling her close to him. She pushed him back and laid down, trying hard not to kill him on the spot. She groaned a bit as he kissed her neck. Not a groan of pleasure or excitement, but of annoyance. She rolled over so her back was towards him. But that didn't stop him. He scooted closer until they were spooning, wrapping his arms around her. For a moment, she forgave him for forgetting to change and feed Erika, and almost completely forgave him for raping her, though not quite.
He no longer had sex on his mind, but instead, he breathed in her scent. She spelled like apples, cinnamon and a touch of vanilla. She smelled so good...
And like that, he fell asleep.
Draco was awakened in the same manner as before, getting yelled at because Erika was crying. He groaned and got up against, the breeze in the house colder than usual. He shivered as he walked to the nursery again. He picked up Erika and repeated the diaper change and feeding. He didn't wait for her to fall asleep before he hurried back to his room, to get back under the covers and sleep for a few more minutes before he had to repeat the cycle. Having a child was really messing with his work and sleep. Sleep, he could do without but work was one of the most important things in his life, next to Hermione and Erika, now.
Hermione rolled over and buried her head in Draco's chest, though she was asleep. He wrapped an arm around her and fell asleep, content to have a woman on his arm in his bed, half naked that he hadn't just shagged and would throw out once he woke up. He began to have a lucid dream that shook him down to the center of his being.
'"Draco, be a good little boy and do as daddy tells you to do." Lucius whispered to DRaco, running his fingers through the boy's hair. Draco flinched slightly and tried hard not to vomit as he knew what he was suppose to do. He was supposed to do the same thing whenever Lucius said that. He was suppose to preform oral sex on his father. The thought of having a man's penis in his mouth alone would make him gag, but it was his father's. At that point, Draco thought it was totally normal for fathers and sons to interact like this. It was all he'd ever known.
Draco bent down over his father's groin and took his length into his mouth, trying not to vomit as it reached the back of his threat. Lucius sighed in approval and settled down, pushing Draco onto his knees on the floor. Draco kneeled before his father, who was sitting in a chair in the dining room. Draco knew what Lucius liked, and did what he could to keep him content. First, he flicked the head of his penis with his tongue, fast and hard, before taking just the head into his 16 year old mouth. He moved down quickly, and came up slowly, keeping a steady rhythm.
Draco felt the need to puke and tried to move away to take a breath. Lucius grabbed the back of his head and punched him in the jaw before forcing his head back down. Draco's mouth was bleeding as he bobbed his head at his father's groin, and was now painting his member with a mixture of spit and blood. Lucius watched and became more aroused as he saw the blood. He pushed Draco onto the floor and towered over him, flipping him on to his stomach.
Draco closed his eyes and braced himself for what he knew was going to happen. Lucius pulled down Draco's trousers and boxers, before pressing his spit-soaked penis against Draco's buttocks. He groaned softly, admiring the sight. He pushed at the enterence and-."
Draco awoke quickly and jumped out of bed. He rushed to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. All he saw was his father, laughing at him cruelly. He turned on the sink and splashed water on his face and rubbed it on his eyes. He looked at the mirror again. Just him, sweat and water soaked. He sighed softly. He walked to the toilet and flipped up the seat. He pushed his boxers down and urinated. After he was finished, he walked to the all glass shower stall and turned on the water, admiring the steam already starting to fog up the glass and mirrors.
He stepped into the hot water and began washing himself, thinking too much about what happened when he was a child. He scrubbed harder, hoping it'd wash away the memories like a day's build up of dirt and sweat. But it didn't. The memories stayed with him through the mint sceneted shampoo and conditioner, through the Irish Spring body wash, through the scrubbing until he was raw. He climbed out of the shower and wiped away the fog from the mirror. He looked at himself. Genuinely looked.
He realized that he had done to Hermione and countless others what his father had done to him. He saw his father in his face. He wanted to punch the mirror, but stopped, because Erika began crying again. His baby duty was over, but he figured he'd let Hermione sleep a bit longer. He walked back to his room naked, and pulled out a pair of boxers from his underwear drawer. He pulled them on and walked to the nursery. He checked Erika's diaper. She didn't need a change. So he got a bottle ready for her. She wouldn't drink it. He sighed softly. He took off her onesie and left her in just her diaper. He laid on the floor and put Erika on his chest, knowing the skin on skin contact would calm her down and put her to sleep.
And she did fall asleep. He stood carefully and slowly and placed her back into her crib. He put a small bear under her arm and left the nursery. He made his way down the hallways of his home and realized he had never thought of it as a home before Hermione and Erika moved in. He smiled at the thought as he made his way back to his bedroom. He crawled back into bed and closed his eyes, exhausted from actually doing something as a parent ts early. He glanced at the clock. It was almost time for him to go to work. He groaned and decided he wasn't going.
He rolled over and fell fast asleep.
Hermione cuddled up next to him without realizing it until she awake 3 hours later. She expected to hear Erika crying but didn't. She also expected to be alone, but wasn't.
Hey guys. I'm trying to come up with ideas to spice the story up, so if you have anything, leave a review and tell me something you'd like to see happen either way later or in the next few chapters. I cranked out 5 sections tonight! That's a new record for me! Anyways, read, review and give me some suggestions!