A/N: Kay... so this one is pretty sexually intense. To me anyway... not that I really know how to write sex scenes that are steamy... I'm just saying... it's getting vivid.

18. Voldemort

For Merlin's sake this woman will be the death of me… Draco thought as he feverishly pressed his lips up against Hermione's. It took all he had not to climb into the tiny hospital bed with her and just have her right there in St. Mungo's. He pulled away after letting those dangerous thoughts fleet across his mind.

Hermione grumbled in dissatisfaction and crossed her arms across her chest as he ran a hand through his hair and leaned himself up against the windowsill… a little too far from her for Hermione's liking. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to the chase.

"I want to take things slow," he stated, not even looking at her… staring at something out the window. He shifted himself so his back was to her now.

Hermione frowned. "Fine." She sighed. "Okay… not fine. I don't want to take things slow."

"Too bad."

"Well, I'm sure Victor wants me."

"Please do not interpret me wanting to take things slow into a matter of me wanting you or not…"

"Then what is it?"

He turned to face her finally. "I don't trust myself with you." He tapped his temple with two fingers. "My mind makes me imagine things that are just…"

"Naughty?" Hermione giggled.

"Yes," Draco snapped. "It's not funny. What if I take things too far? I can't control myself…"

"If I remember correctly… no one asked you to."

"Don't say that."

"In fact," Hermione continued as she pulled her hospital gown lower to reveal the start of her cleavage. "I don't think anyone wants you to control yourself."

"Hermione…"

"So if you want me… come and get me."

He let a low growl escape his mouth at the sight of her nearly exposed breasts. He crossed the room and slammed the door shut, leaning up against it, closing his eyes… willing himself to not make a mistake with her and fucking her on a hospital bed would indeed be a mistake. "Stop it."

"Why?" Hermione smirked coyly at him as she let the gown finally fall off her shoulders, exposing her chest fully to him.

He sucked in a large amount of air. "Damnit…" he murmured, knowing that the dirty part of his mind had won this time. He edged closer to the bed, trying to control his breathing and that was so hard when she was looking like she did… and those eyes were giving him a come hither look that could nearly make a man burst in his own pants. He reached the edge of the bed and Hermione's hand grabbed his, guiding his up to her chest. Then he felt it. The soft and mouthwatering feel of her breast under his hand. And that was it… his rational side was gone as he reached out with his other hand and pulled her face up to his, his tongue swirling around in her mouth on contact.

She moaned softly and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer down on top of her. He didn't contest like she thought he would. Instead, he pulled her blanket off and let his hand wander up her outer thigh, rubbing it affectionately. This elicited another moan from her and she could suddenly feel his erection against her leg. She let her hands travel down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning each silly little button. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and kissed his chest, letting her hand rest on the waistband of his trousers. Her eyes met his and they both exchanged a look and then they knew…

"We have to stop, don't we?" Hermione breathed.

"Mm," Draco murmured as he kissed her neck. "Yea." He sighed, lifting himself off and snuggling next to her.

She leaned her head against his as he wrapped his arms around her. She lifted her gown back around her shoulders and pulled the blanket over the both of them. He kicked off his shoes tangled his legs up in hers and then kissed her cheek and rested his head on her chest.

"Get some sleep," Hermione whispered.

"Mhm," he muttered, already half asleep. "I love you…" he breathed loftily as he drifted off.

Hermione smiled. He loves me…

---

The next few weeks went by rather quickly. Hermione and Draco returned to Hogwarts on Tuesday, only three days after her hospitalization. They got back into their normal routines of teaching and monitoring student affairs. In fact, they had been quite busy catching up with their lesson plans that they hadn't really had much time to spend together. True, they had stolen s few kisses during breaks and held hands a few times around the school which always elicited some sort of smart remark from a student which always resulted in Malfoy overreacting and penalizing the offending house with minus fifty points. Hermione found it quite humorous though…

It wasn't long before they were an official couple in the eyes of everyone at Hogwarts… it seemed that they were constantly gossiped about by colleagues. Hermione and Draco both found it irritating because it made them feel like they were in school again. It was all rather immature for their colleagues to be involved in gossip.

It had been three weeks exactly since she had returned when she was summoned to see the Headmistress… and she was quite nervous because she just didn't know why.

She reached to entrance way to McGonagall's office just as Draco was walking up to it. She furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

"I was summoned… what are you doing here?"

"I was asked to come here as well…" Hermione replied as he eyes widened. "You don't think it's because of…" she trailed of and moved her finger back and forth between the two of them.

"Because of our relationship? Seriously? No… I don't think so."

Hermione sighed. "Well I guess we'll just find out."

He nodded as the entrance opened and they were lifted up to the entrance of the office. Before they could even knock on the door, McGonagall ordered them in.

"Come in." They exchanged looks and shoved open the door. "Have a seat," she ordered again.

"Professor, if you don't mind me asking… what is this about?"

"Yea, I have Potions Club in thirty minutes."

Hermione shot him a look. "You run a club?"

"I supervise," he replied through gritted teeth, not looking at her.

"Nerd," she muttered with a laugh and tapped his foot with hers. He smiled, keeping his attention on the Headmistress.

"I brought you two here today to discuss some… issues with you," she began. "It has been brought to my attention that you two are in a relationship, yes?"

"Yes, but it hasn't affected our work ethic at all and quite frankly, I don't think it's any of your business," Hermione stated, turning red at how snarky she had just gotten with her boss.

McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "You're quite right, Ms. Granger. It is none of my business and I haven't brought you here to discuss your personal life… and if I can be quite frank, I was merely trying to make small talk because I really don't care all that much."

"Since everyone's being frank, let me just say that you aren't that good as small talk," Draco pointed out.

"Dually noted," McGonagall commented and folded her hands on the desk in front of her. "Shall we just cut to the chase?" They nodded. "Very well, I need to discuss with you what happened at the Wizarding Museum and what all you know about the attacks."

"Oh," Hermione breathed. "Well, Astoria and Draco's mother have some sort plan to do… something."

Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "Really? Jeez. I think you just gave the professor all she needs to know. I think she can just figure it out now because that comment was just loaded with insider information." He was trying to joke. Hermione knew this… but god was he irritating.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "I'm sorry okay? I was sort of busy being hurled into a glass case and nearly going insane… I don't remember much."

He sighed. "I know." He reached over and grabbed her hand. He knew that he went too far with their flirty banter. He got a little too personal… because honestly… this puzzle of what Astoria and Narcissa were up to was driving Hermione mad.

"Do you know anything, Mr. Malfoy?"

"All I know is that when Astoria cheated on me and I left, I was strongly urged by my mother to make things right with her because she said she didn't want to lose me when I go off to Hogwarts… that was the last time I saw her or heard from her… Because after that she kinda went off the radar and into hiding."

"Do you know why she needed you?"

"His blood," Hermione interjected.

"What?" the Headmistress and Draco asked in unison.

"When I was fighting Astoria, she told me that Narcissa needed Draco for his blood to complete some spell…"

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Draco asked.

Hermione shook her head. "I thought it was a lie before so I just wrote it off."

"And you say that Narcissa needs to complete a spell?" McGonagall asked as Hermione nodded. "What spell?"

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know… that was all I got out of her." She gasped. "Except…" she turned to Draco. "Adrianna was mentioned."

He clenched his jaw. "What?"

"Yea, Astoria said something about Narcissa killing Adrianna if she didn't do what your mom wanted."

"Why are you just now telling me this?!"

"I'm sorry! It slipped my mind! I forgot and I thought she was lying!"

"Lies or no lies… I need to get my daughter." He turned to McGonagall. "Can you arrange for her to be retrieved and brought here?"

"It's already been done, Mr. Malfoy. He's in the Great Hall eating dinner with Hagrid…" McGonagall replied. "We assumed you would want her close during these times."

"Thank you," Draco breathed and loosened up. "Can I go to her?"

McGonagall nodded as they both got up. "Ms. Granger? I need to speak with you a little more."

Hermione sank back into her chair as Draco kissed her cheek and left. "What is it? I told you everything I know."

"It's not about Astoria anymore… it's about your personal life now."

"Oh god…" Hermione groaned. "What about it?"

"I know that you took a contraception potion earlier in the year. Is that correct?"

Hermione flushed and nodded. "Yes…"

"Why did you need it if you weren't able to have children?" McGonagall asked, her eyes twinkling. She knew something.

She gulped. "I…I…"

"You have always been able to have children, haven't you?"

Hermione started crying. "He didn't want to have children with me! He made that so clear… So I lied to him and told him that there was only a ten percent chance that I could bear children… and he was so happy with that! But he still wanted me to take that potion, just in case… because apparently I am not fit to be the bearer of his children!"

McGonagall sighed. "You did nothing wrong except for lie to yourself."

Hermione wiped her eyes. "I know. I dragged that relationship on longer than need be."

"It happens, Ms. Granger."

Hermione nodded. "How did you know?"

"I'm more perceptive that you give me credit for."

Hermione laughed. "You really are the female version of Dumbledore."

"I take that as a very nice compliment, Hermione. Thank you," she smiled. "You're free to leave and join Mr. Malfoy down in the Great Hall, if you wish."

Hermione smiled. "Thank you."

---

"What did McGonagall want?" Draco asked as Hermione took a seat next to him at dinner.

She shrugged. "It's something that I need to tell you later… Where's Adrianna?"

Draco laughed. "Guess." He nodded his head towards Hagrid who was holding Adrianna as she tugged at his beard and giggled with all her might.

Hermione smiled. "She's so cute."

"So are you," Draco cooed and kissed her forehead. "You are my world."

She wrinkled her nose. "That was so out of character."

He laughed. "I know. It felt weird saying it."

"Never again…" Hermione giggled.

"Daddy?"

"What babe?" Draco asked, looking down at her.

"Can I spend the night with Claw?"

"What? With who? Wha…"

"Draco, it's Hagrid's new dog." Hermione patted his arm and decided to do something bold. "You can stay over there tonight as long as you promise your father and I that you will be on your best behavior when I take you to class with me tomorrow."

Adrianna's eyes sparkled. "I get to go to class with you?!"

Hermione smiled. "You sure do. What do you say… think you can handle behaving?"

She nodded fervently. "Yes!"

"Okay, run along. I'll pick you up in the morning from Hagrid's."

"Thanks, Herms!" she squealed and hugged Hermione's knees, because that was all she could reach, and ran off.

Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "That was… interesting."

She blushed. "I don't want you to think I'm overstepping my bounds… but I wanted a night alone."

"No, I don't think you are… it's nice to see a woman actually care about her and act as a mother figure…" Draco placed his hand on her leg affectionately. "If I'm not overstepping my bounds in making that comment?"

"You aren't." Hermione looked up at him. "I have to tell you something."

"Okay?"

"Are you finished with dinner? Because it's something I need to tell you in private."

"Yea, I'm done," he replied as he placed his napkin over his plate after wiping his mouth.

---

"You aren't mad?"

"No."

"You don't feel betrayed?"

"No."

"You still want me after you know this?"

"What? Of course I do. Stop asking stupid questions! Why would I care if you really can bear children? I'm just sorry that the asshole made you feel so inferior that you had to act like you were barren."

Hermione sighed. "I guess."

He cupped her face in his hands. "Hey, this is a good thing. Okay?"

"Of course it's a good thing… because I want children, but Draco… you have a child. Who am I to assume you want more?"

He was silent for a few moments.

"See? I want to be with you, but you and I will fall into that same rut Ron and I did if we both are on separate pages…"

"Stop!" Draco began laughing as he kissed her nose. "Just stop over thinking this! Of course I want more kids… I need a man to carry on the Malfoy name." He paused. "Not that there's much legacy there to carry on…"

Hermione grinned. "Are you being serious right now?"

"Yes!" He kissed her. "But it's a little soon for baby talk, don't you think?"

She giggled. "I suppose so… I just didn't want to keep this from you and unexpectedly get pregnant without you having any clue as to why."

"You have to have sex to get pregnant, Hermione."

"Exactly." She stared at him pointedly.

"Okay." Draco sighed and leaned back in the couch. She continued to stare and he got the gist. "Oh! You want to…"

"Yes I want to."

"Are you sure?"

"Why does everyone think I'm never sure? Of course I'm sure or else I wouldn't have brought it up! I'm a thinker, I think things through before I speak and apparently it thought this through or else I wouldn't have sent Adrianna off tonight and…"

He kissed her, trying to shut her up. She was right though, she was a thinker and if she said she wanted to do this, then she wanted to do this. He felt her smile against his lips as she pulled away. "Are you trying to shut me up?" She asked.

"Is it working?" he shrugged.

"Yes."

"Then yes."

His lips crashed down on hers again, teasing her mouth with his tongue and squeezing out soft moans from her. He caressed her thighs again, this time yanking off her skirt and knickers. She copied his ministrations and began removing his clothing, first unbuttoning his shirt and then heading for his waistband just like last time. He took in a huge breath, biting his tongue to not ask the one question that will set her off. Are you sure? He thought with a smirk tugging at his lips. He knew she was sure and he didn't know why he was acting like such a gentleman… so out of character. With that thought, he pressed his weight against her until her was on top, ripping her shirt off, along with the buttons.

Her eyes widened. "You just ripped my shirt."

"So?" he growled and took her nipple in his mouth.

"That was my favorite… oooh… oh Merlin that feels so… ahh… good!" Hermione moaned out, forgetting about her damaged clothing and sliding off his trousers, his undergarments in tow. "Oh my god."

"What?" He murmured against her breast.

"Yea, that's not going to work…" Hermione breathes in horror.

He looked to where she was looking… at his, er, member. He began laughing… because now he knew that he must be bigger than the Weasel himself.

"Stop laughing! It's way too… big. It'll kill me, I'm sure of it."

"No it won't and you're being silly," he reassured her. "It might hurt a little, but then it'll feel good." He flicked her nipple as he said this.

"Mm," Hermione muttered out. "You seem to be rather cocky of your sexual capabilities."

"Play on words?" Draco asked, amused at her humor. She shrugged and smiled. "I'm not cocky. I'm confident."

"Oh?"

"Yea… now are you…"

"…don't!..."

"…sure you still want to proceed?" Draco continued over her plea for him to stop. "I want to give you time to think about this."

Hermione bit her lower lip. "Sod off…" Hermione murmured and wrapped her bare legs around his bare body, letting her parts rub against his…

"Fuck…" he breathed, his arms shaking a little. "You gotta stop that or else I'm just going to plow you and you won't like it."

Hermione gulped and nodded. "Fine… do what you want with me."

"Fuck! That's not helping…" he closed his eyes and thought if something… anything except her underneath him begging for him to fuck her. Yea, this isn't going to work, Draco thought to himself and then his tip was at her entrance.

He looked down at her, her eyes were on fire, silently pleading with him to just do it… so he did, gently though. He slid into her… and she cried out like he thought she would, but he kept moving further in… and her cry came louder. He didn't know if it was in pain or in joy, so he chanced a glance at her. Her eyes were rolled back and she was clawing at his arm. He stopped and stared at her for a moment and her eyes snapped open.

"Don't stop… it feels… oh god it feels so good…fuck," Hermione breathed and threw her head back. "You feel so good…" She bucked her hips up at him, making her swallow the rest of his dick.

"Fuck!" Draco moaned and buried his face in the nape of her neck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." He began pulling out and then thrusting back into her.

"OH!" Hermione gasped and clung onto his bare back, her nails digging into him.

His thrust became needier. He knew that he was close, but didn't think that she was… he didn't want it to be like that, so with all his might, he pulled out of her… a rather loud protesting whimper coming from Hermione.

"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

"I want to try something," Draco answered as he got up and kneeled at the front of the couch.

Hermione blushed. She knew what he was about to do. He pulled her to the edge of the couch and cradled her bum in his hands. He shot her one last desirable look and dipped his head in between her legs, letting his tongue flick at her clit.

"Ahhhhhh…." Hermione moaned, grabbing his hair in her fist and pressing his face closer to her parts.

He smiled and released a hand from her ass and placed two fingers in her, pumping them as hard and fast as he wished he was pumping into her. He hardened more, if possible, at the mere thought of him inside her again. Hermione's breaths started coming in gasps and he knew she was getting closer…

"Draco…" she whispered. "Please…"

"Please what?" He lifted his head up from flicking her clit and looked at her, still pumping his fingers into her.

"Please just…"

"Just what?"

"Can you…"

"Can I what?"

"I want you inside me!" Hermione called out.

He smirked at her and stood up, leaning over her to kiss her. "Whatever you want… but can you do something for me before I do that?"

"Anything…" Hermione breathed.

"Can you flip over?" he asked.

Hermione flushed yet again and nodded, shakily getting up and flipping herself on all fours. His eyes rolled back at the sight of her there… wantonly on all fours… just begging him. He wouldn't be able to last that long, but he had to grant her request. He positioned himself behind her and thrust into her… he could feel her shudder under him. He grabbed her hips and pulled back, but only seconds later pumping back into her. He couldn't stand how amazingly tight and warm she was. He picked up his speed and he could hear her gasping under him, about to release… Good thing, Draco thought as he let out a moan, close to his release… Come on, Hermione… he thought as he reached under her and flicked her clit.

"AH! Merlin!" Hermione cried out. "Oh Dracoooo!" she screamed… and he felt it. Her sweet release clamping down around him.

He shuddered. "Hermione, I love you," he breathed as he thrust one last time and let himself go, spilling inside of her.

She was first to collapse under him, flipping around to look up at him, smiling. Suddenly, his knees couldn't hold him up as she collapsed there on top of her, breathing heavily.

"That was… great," he breathed and kissed her collarbone.

"Better than great," she contested and kissed the top of his head as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "It's really hot in here…"

"It's just me," he murmured and kissed her jugular.

She smiled and pushed him away. "I'm serious. I'm burning up."

"Seriously? It's freezing in here."

"Really? Maybe I'm just flushed."

He got off her and grabbed a throw blanket and wrapped it around his waist. "Maybe you need a cold shower or something. Are you getting sick?" he asked and pressed his hand against her forehead. "You feel warm."

"I just had sex… I'm just flushed, I'm sure." She got up as well. "I think I will take that shower."

"Alright, uhm… I'll wait here for you."

She smiled. "Okay, I'll make it quick."

---

Hermione stepped out of the shower, feeling a little better. She didn't know why she felt so warm and drained… well, she assumed why… but it was never like that when she and Ron finished having sex… it was weird. She shrugged and wiped off the mirror in the bathroom and screamed.

Voldemort was there! In her mirror! She wrapped the towel around herself and backed up as far as she could from the mirror. "You're not real! You're dead!"

"Then how am I talking to you?" he asked with a little chuckle to his tone. He eyed her up and down. "You really are a lovely Mudblood."

"Who the hell are you?" she hissed. "Is this a sick joke? This isn't funny anymore."

"This is no joke, Hermione Granger… and neither is this…" he showed an image of Draco being murdered in her common room, not fifteen feet from her.

"NO!" Hermione screamed and swung at the face of Tom Riddle. The glass shattered.

"Hermione!" Draco pounded on the door and soon enough kicked it down. "Hermione! What happened?!" He looked from the spot where the mirror used to be and down at Hermione who was slumped on the floor, cradling her hand and crying. "You're bleeding… what did you do?"

"It was Voldemort in my mirror…" Hermione breathed and nuzzled her head in his shoulder once he kneeled down to comfort her. "I swear it… I swear it…" she sobbed.

"Hermione, he's dead. He's not coming back… Whatever you thought you saw…"

Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide. "I saw it!"

"Shh," Draco cooed and held her against his chest.

"I saw it…" Hermione insisted.

"I know…" he petted her head. "I know."

---

Ginny,

Hermione isn't well…There was an incident today and she claims… that she saw Voldemort in her mirror and nearly mutilated her hand punching it out… there's something wrong… are you sure you got all the crystal?

Please reply soon.

-Draco

---

"Who is that from, Gin?" Harry asked

Ginny looked up at him. "Draco Malfoy."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Something's wrong with Hermione."