"I'll give you a million dollars and a year off school if you tell her," Hermione heard Draco say as she came through the door.

"Nu-uh," Scorpius said, "That's not enough. You tell her."

"Seriously, that's not enough?"

"No Dad. You have to tell her."

"Tell me what?" Hermione asked as she came into the living area. Draco was cooking dinner while Scorpius sat at the island watching, the pair were staring at her with identical wide-eyed looks on their faces as though they'd been caught red handed. She picked up Trevor, who was curling his way around her legs, "Looks like these two are up to something."

"Dad'll tell you." Scorpius informed her and moved to scarper away.

"Stay right there," Draco pointed at the stool he was attempting to vacate, "You can be here for this as well."

"This is not fair." Scorpius groaned and climbed back onto the stool.

"You're cooking Indian? This must be bad." Hermione noted knowing that Draco was aware that it was her favourite. Draco held out a glass to her and she glanced at the bottle, "And expensive wine. What did you two do?"

"You tell her," Draco said to Scorpius, "You're adorable, she won't hate you."

"No way," Scorpius shook his head, "You have to tell her. She's your girlfriend."

Hermione took a sip of her wine, "I think they've gone mad," she said to Trevor who meowed in agreement. "Come on guys, it can't be that bad."

"Oh, it is," Scorpius said leaning on the counter and putting his head on his hand, his face looking rather glum.

Hermione tried not to laugh at his dramatics and looked at Draco, "Can you please tell me?"

He pursed his lips and then sighed, "Fine. My mother called today, and she and my father would like to visit for Scorp's birthday."

"Okay," Hermione said slowly, "His birthday is a month away, so that gives us plenty of time."

"Um, well, that's the thing. They can't make it for his actual birthday, so they'd like to visit next weekend."

Hermione put Trevor down, and sensing she was tense, he scampered behind Draco's legs, peeking out at her. "Are they coming here?"

Draco nodded, "I told her if they wanted to see him then they would have to come here. It's where we live now, and they'll just have to deal with it." He grimaced, "I hope that's okay?"

She let out a long, shaky breath, "I'm sure it will be fine."

The phone conversation between Draco and his parents when he called to tell them about the change in living arrangements had not been pleasant. Draco had been calm when he had called a week after he and Scorpius had moved in, but after a twenty minute loud and heated phone conversation, he'd hit the end button and his phone clattered across the island counter, sliding across it and falling to the floor with a loud crack.

To say they weren't pleased that he had moved in with her would be an understatement. Her reaction to them at the dinner from hell was a sticking point, and they had hoped that his little fling would have been well and truly over, and he would have moved on to someone more suitable.

And he had been like a bear for two days, quiet and sullen with sporadic fits of rage. Hermione and Scorpius had been mindful of just how upset he was, not exactly placating him, but giving him the space he needed. Scorpius made sure to hug him and tell him that everything was okay, and that he and Hermione both loved him. And that it didn't matter what grandma and grandpa thought.

Hermione had waited until he was ready to talk to her, to tell her the full extent of what they had said. He wasn't like her; he held his feelings – except those towards her and his son – to himself until he was ready to share. So she had waited. He'd apologised repeatedly for them, but she reassured him that she didn't care what they thought, and she had surprised him by being completely nonchalant about it. She had expected it, she had told him. They hadn't liked her from the outset, so she couldn't see them changing their minds anytime soon.

Draco stepped around the island and grasped her shoulder, "Are you sure? I can call and cancel."

She smiled at him. After her melt down two weeks ago, she knew Draco was being cautious. And she loved him for it.

**** HGDM ****

It had been almost a week since Oliver had shown up Hermione had thought she was okay. Draco making her talk about her life with her ex-husband had settled her anger at seeing him with his new wife and baby.

But she'd been wrong, and the following Wednesday afternoon Hermione left the shop early and gone upstairs telling Katie and Pansy she wasn't feeling well.

When Draco had come home he had been surprised to not find her in the shop, and even more surprised when Katie told him that she'd gone upstairs just after lunch because she was sick. Hermione wouldn't leave work if she was bleeding from her eyes. He climbed the stairs and found Scorpius was watching the television, explaining that Katie said Hermione was feeling poorly and he just stayed out there so as not to disturb her.

Draco told him to keep the television low and he went in search of her. When he did find her, he was shocked; she was curled in a ball on their bed in her underwear, she'd completely folded into herself and was beyond inconsolable.

He curled beside her and gently pushed her hair from her face. Her eyes were rimmed red, her face puffy from crying and his heart sank. "Hermione," he whispered, "What's happened?"

She stayed silent, her dark eyes staring right through him. She looked broken, and not all like the woman he had fallen in love with. His heart ached at the sight of her.

"Please talk to me," he begged.

She blinked, her glazed over eyes clearing and the realisation that he was laying beside her dawned on her. She tried to push him away, told him that Oliver was right; she was broken and worthless and it was pointless being with her. She told him to leave, that he'd be better off with someone else.

But of course he hadn't left, not like she meant in any case. He kissed her forehead and wrapped the bed covers around her before moving off the bed, closing the door quietly behind him as he walked into the living area. He immediately called Ginny, who, after swearing like a sailor, arrived less than ten minutes after their phone call ended. She made a beeline for the bedroom, but he stopped her.

"I'll be fine with her," he said quietly, "Can you take Scorp for the night?"

Scorpius protested, not wanting to leave, insisting that he stay and help look after her and that if she was sick she needed him to be here with her too.

"And she will definitely need you," Ginny told him, "But maybe tomorrow when she isn't quite so upset."

"But why is she upset?"

Ginny looked to Draco who shrugged, not having a clue as to what to tell him, "Well, she's upset because someone was very mean to her."

But he wouldn't budge, "Then she needs me to help cheer her up."

Draco knelt in front of him, "Scorp, I know you love her and you want to help, but right now she needs some time to calm down and not be upset. So how about you go with Ginny tonight and stay with James and you and I can take a day tomorrow and spent it with her?"

He nodded, reluctantly, and hugged Draco, "Make sure she doesn't leave, okay?"

"She won't." Draco reassured him, "This is her place, and she has to stay here."

They'd swiftly packed his backpack and Ginny told Draco before they left to call him if he needed her. Any time, even if it was 2am, she didn't care. And she added before she left that if she happened to see the stupid fucker she hit him with her car.

Draco stood in hallway outside their bedroom after Ginny had left, steadying himself for another barrage from her. He turned the doorhandle expecting her to yell at him, to tell him to get out but all he could hear was her breathing, steady and even, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She'd fallen asleep.

He moved beside her, brushing her hair over her shoulder and kissing her forehead softly. He watched her, her face peaceful as she slept, but he was aware that as soon as she woke, the contentment would disappear and she'd be angry with him again.

He cursed himself. He'd been wrong. So very wrong. Even after making her talk to him, after telling her that her ex-husband was an arse and he didn't deserve her, Oliver had still won. He had gotten into her head and all the insecurities and all the fears came rushing back, and it had him wishing that he had gone through with his threat to break that bastard's face.

He lay beside her, not sleeping, just listening to her breathing, and watching as she dreamed. Her face twitched and her body shuddered with tiny spasms, and he hated that arsehole more and more as the minutes ticked by. His fingers traced comforting circles on her hip, and he couldn't help but smile as she unconsciously shifted closer to him.

He continued to watch her, it was all he could do, and he couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going on inside her head. Her brow suddenly furrowed and her mouth turned down into a frown. Her eyes flickered and he braced himself for her to wake and shove at him to push him away.

But she didn't wake and it was hours before she did. Just before midnight, her eyes opened suddenly looking frightened and disorientated.

"Why are you here?" she muttered, "You should just leave."

"Never," he said , "I love you far too much to leave." He pulled her to him, holding her protectively in his arms and simply laying beside her while she cried and cursed him and told him how much she hated him for being so fucking perfect.

"I hate him." She said between breaths, "I hate both of them."

"I know you do," he said hugging her tightly.

"And I hate myself for hating that baby." She sobbed and his heart almost broke at the sound.

He pressed his forehead to hers and cursed himself for not knowing how to respond. Of course she hated herself, and he'd completely missed it. He'd been so focused on getting her to talk about Oliver that he'd forgotten to get her to talk about herself.

She looked at him, their eyes locking, and asked him again, "Why are you here?"

He touched her cheek with his palm wiping her tears with his thumb, "Because I love you. And there's nowhere else I want to be."

"But you could have so much more."

"Nope," he reached down and took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips, "I don't need, or want, anything more than you. And I don't care if I have to tell you that every day for the rest of my life until you believe it."

"Will you still be saying that five years from now? When you want another child?" her eyes dropped from his, "Because that's what will happen and you'll leave. So you may as well do it now."

"Five years from now, we'll almost have a teenage son."

Her eyes flew open at his words, "He's not my son."

"I know you don't think that," Draco said, "But five years from now you will. Because when puberty hits and he and I butt heads because he thinks he knows more than me and he wants to be the alpha male, he'll need his mother to be the voice of reason."

"Alpha male?"

"Oh, you better believe it," he said, "Ask my parents what I was like." Her lips twitched and he smiled, "Tell me how you felt when he left."

"I already did."

"No, you told me how he was, not you," Draco said, "You're angry and upset and I want to know why."

"I thought that would be obvious."

He shook his head, "No. You have to tell me."

She stayed silent to the point where he thought she wouldn't say anything. She took a deep breath and her exhale was shaky, "I wanted the world to swallow me. I didn't want to exist. It would have been easier. He broke me and I don't think I can ever forgive him. And what I hated even more was that I let him break me."

Draco remained silent; he could see her working out her thoughts.

She rolled to her back and flung her arm across her eyes, "I don't care that he left me. He didn't want to be with me and I don't care about that, but I hate him for why he did. If he wanted to be with someone else, he should have told me. I still would have been hurt but I could have dealt with it. But for him to go behind my back with her, that's what made it unbearable. We weren't even together very long, he could have ended it at the start and none of this would have happened.

"And I don't care that he has a child, I always assumed that he would. I didn't look at that baby and think that it should have been mine, I looked at that child and was instantly angry at him, and her. I was angry because they came to just to show it off. And she can deny all she wants that she didn't know about me, and maybe it's true, but that doesn't excuse her for sleeping with a married man."

Draco gently pulled her arm away from her face, her eyes were still red and brimming with tears. He put his hand on her stomach, "And you should be angry. Angry at the world for letting something so shitty happen to you. You should be angry at him for being a spiteful arse. And at her for what she did. But there are plenty of guys out there that would happily kill to be with someone like you. But they're too late. I'm not going anywhere. Neither is Scorp. You're stuck with us."

She gave him a watery smile, "I'm glad I couldn't have a child with him, because if I could I would still be with him, and not with you." All the anger had left her voice, "And that's something I couldn't bear."

"That's because I'm so perfect, you said it yourself."

She huffed out a breath but her smile hadn't diminished, "You're the most infuriating person I have ever known and I hate you."

Draco laughed and pulled her to him, "And I hate you too."

"Thank you," she said quietly, "For putting up with my crap."

Draco kissed her temple and sighed, "Are you okay?"

"No," she murmured, "But I will be."

"I mean it Hermione, I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her forehead.

She sighed into his chest, "Good."

When Scorpius had returned the next morning, he refused to leave Hermione's side. He hugged her tightly and was so concerned that he almost brought her to tears. He curled on the couch with her, snuggling in close and reading with her. He fetched her tea and water, and even helped to make lunch. Draco had taken the day off work and he too had hovered over her. Ordinarily she would have hated it, hated the worry and the stress, hated having them crowd her, but she found that she didn't care.

Both her boys were here – well, her three boys if you counted Trevor who was curled up with them as well - taking care of her and they were making her heart sing.

***** HGDM *****

"Draco, it will be fine." She smiled at both of them.

"Yeah, we thought that last time," Scorpius said, "And look at what happened."

Hermione hugged his shoulders, "Well, if we're all on our best behaviour, nothing like that will happen."

He looked at Draco, "Tell them they can come, but if they act like they did last time, we'll kick them out."

Draco laughed, "I had to tell her they were coming, you can call grandma and tell her that."

Trevor had popped back out from behind Draco and was circling her legs again. He mewled up at her and she bent to pick him up. She watched and laughed as Draco and Scorpius bantered back and forth over who would be the one to tell Grandma and Grandpa they had to behave.

"What if I call them?" she suggested, "I'll invite them over, and how could they possibly say no?"

Draco and Scorpius looked at each other and burst out laughing, "I think she's serious." Draco gasped between laughs.

"Hey!" Hermione yelped indignantly, "Why is that funny?"

Draco stepped around the counter and kissed her cheek, "Oh, my naive love. You do remember my parents, don't you?"

"Nasty, spiteful people who don't like me very much?"

Draco and Scorpius both nodded, "That's them."

Hermione laughed, "Just call them Draco. Ask them to come here, tell them they're more than welcome. It will be fine."

"Narcissa, Lucius," Hermione said with a bright smile, "Thank you for coming. Please come inside."

"Thank you for having us." Narcissa said. Hermione knew she was trying to be friendly but it was forced and harsher than it was meant. Clearly she hadn't had to be genuinely pleasant to anyone in a long time. Hermione gave her points for trying though. She ushered them through the door and closed it behind them.

"Hello Grandma, hello Grandpa." Scorpius said with a formality that belied his age. He stood with his back straight and his hands clasped together in front of him.

"Hello Mother," Draco said kissing her cheek before giving his father a single nod, "Father."

Hermione wanted to roll her eyes at the formalities. But this was how Draco's family was, and she was sure that no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't change them.

"Well, let's not stand in the hallway all night, come in." Hermione said turning and heading for the living area.

"Oh!" Narcissa exclaimed and Hermione's stomach dropped and she steeled herself for the critique of her flat that was sure to come. "You have a cat?"

"Yes," Hermione said a little puzzled, "Are you allergic? I can put him away."

"No dear," she said moving towards Trevor, "He's a Ragdoll, yes?"

"Um, yes." Hermione puzzlement turned into bewilderment. She saw a flicker of excitement in Narcissa's face, something Hermione thought physically impossible in this woman. She looked at Draco, whose face was equally as bewildered.

"He's gorgeous," Narcissa said softly and crouched down, holding her hand towards the cat. Trevor gave her the once over, sniffing her hand and then purring in approval. He bumped his head towards her and she ran her hand gently over his soft fur.

"He likes you Grandma," Scorpius said, "You can pick him up if you want. He likes cuddles."

Narcissa actually looked at Hermione, as if asking permission, and she nodded that it was fine.

"Now don't get any ideas Narcissa," Lucius said in what Hermione supposed was a good-natured grumble. "We haven't the time for a cat."

"Oh, hush," she told him as Trevor rubbed his head under her jaw.

Hermione squeezed Draco's arm and he looked at her with utter amazement on his face. Neither could believe the vision before them. Hermione had expected sharp tongues and sarcastic remarks, criticisms and judgments, but seeing Narcissa with Trevor had thrown her for a loop. And going by the look on Draco's face, he felt the same.

"What's his name?" Narcissa asked.

"Trevor," Scorpius replied, "Hermione named him."

Narcissa looked at her and Hermione shrugged, "He looked like a Trevor."

"Well, he is certainly is lovely." Narcissa gave him one last hug before putting him back on the floor and smiling as he scampered off behind the couch.

"That's his favourite spot," Scorpius explained, "He hides behind there all the time."

"That's because he feels safe behind there," Narcissa said, "Cats love small spaces."

"That's what Hermione said."

"You might need this," Hermione said handing a lint remover to Narcissa, "The joys of having a long haired cat."

"Oh, thank you," Narcissa actually laughed as she removed the remnants of Trevor from her clothes. "Black my not have been the wisest choice."

Hermione thought to tell her that there was no way she would know that they had a cat because she never called, and didn't seem at all interested in their lives, but she held her tongue. She had decided earlier in the week that she would turn on the charm and be so sickly sweet that Draco's parents would have no choice but to be polite to her. But she'd been thrown off her game. She'd not at all seen the cold and distant Narcissa Malfoy as a lover of cats. And the fact that she had know Trevor's breed was impressive.

Even Lucius had appeared to be civil, although she had noticed him taking stock of her flat. But she wondered what he was actually thinking. His face was hard to read, but she could tell he had realised that by the sheer size of the space, it was not the original building.

She looked at Draco and mouthed Drinks, the single word pulling him from his stupor. He moved back to the kitchen, all the while keeping a close eye on them as Hermione invited them to sit.

"Father?" He said holding up a bottle of Macallans 18 year old single malt whisky.

Lucius looked suitably impressed, and Hermione refused to think about what that bottle was worth. But then, she'd almost had a heart attack when she saw the 1990 Château Rayas bottle on her counter earlier in the day. Both were a far cry from a night out at the pub with Seamus' mad cocktail concoctions, but she guessed the expectations of Draco's parents were high and nothing less than the best would do.

Scorpius was busy showing Narcissa the magic set Hermione had given him for Christmas. Even he seemed perplexed with his grandparent's sudden interest in him, but was clearly enjoying showing off the few tricks he had mastered.

And that left Hermione and Lucius.

"So, you work downstairs?" Lucius asked as Draco handed him a glass.

"Yes," Hermione answered, "I bought this flat at the same time I bought the shop. It's convenient really. And of course, it was even more convenient when I bought the shop next door and the flat above it." She knew it was a lead in, but she was eager to find out exactly what Lucius was thinking.

"You expanded you shop and your living space at the same time?"

She nodded, "Yes. About a year after I opened I needed more space."

Lucius actually looked suitably impressed, "A year? And you need to expand?"

Draco returned and handed his mother and her a glass of wine each. Hermione frowned at him and he smiled, "The Rayas is for dinner."

Hermione looked back at Lucius, "Sorry, yes. I was as surprised as you. I was told it could be ten years before I saw a tidy profit, so who knew it would happen so quickly?"

Lucius frowned, "You own this building then? You don't rent it?"

"Yes, I do own it," she said, "And two others in town."

"And you did all this in..."

Hermione smiled, "Three years."

Draco reached across and squeezed her arm. He winked at her, knowing that she had just managed to stun his father. A feat very few people were able to achieve. Yes she'd had help from the inheritance from her parents, but that was with the book shop only. Her other two properties were bought off her own back. And even Draco had been impressed with her when she had told him.

"You cooked again Draco?" Narcissa asked.

"Yes," he replied, his spine stiffening, "Pasta with mushroom, eggplant and tomatoes for Hermione and traditional roast lamb with vegetables for the rest of us."

"You don't eat lamb?" Lucius asked.

Hermione shook her head, "Vegetarian, so no." She was fairly certain that they had had this conversation at the previous dinner, but she wouldn't remind him of that.

"You could have just made us all the same thing, darling," Narcissa told Draco, "You always go too far too much trouble when we come over."

Hermione saw his jaw twitch, "And I tell you every time, it's not too much trouble."

"It's really not, Grandma," Scorpius told her, "He loves to cook, and he's really good at it."

"Way better than me, right?" Hermione winked at him and he laughed.

"Yes, but you're getting better." He smiled sweetly at her and she pointed a finger playfully at him.

"Hey mister. You can make breakfast on your own tomorrow."

Hermione noticed Lucius and Narcissa exchange a glance, but she couldn't find it in herself to care what they thought. If their being pleasant was a ruse or a tactic, it wouldn't work. The three of them were happy together and she'd be damned if they were planning to ruin it again.

Draco closed the door and stood staring at it. What the hell just happened?

It had been the first time in his life he could actually say he'd had a pleasant evening with his parents. They'd been civil and polite and conversed with Hermione, he and Scorpius all night. It wasn't normal. Well, not for him anyway.

He was unnerved. Lucius and Narcissa had been perfectly polite, and he wondered what had happened. A change this big wasn't possible, was it?

Dinner had gone exceptionally well, and he could hardly believe that these were the same two people who tore shreds off her the previous time they met. Hermione had actually managed to charm his father with her business knowledge and her success in such a short span of time. The two conversed as easily as two old business partners would and he couldn't help the smug feeling that built inside him. The realisation that she was both extremely intelligent and charming had obviously been missed in their last meeting, (his father being more concerned with tearing her apart), and even his mother seemed to fall under her spell.

His mother had even praised his cooking, instead of being concerned that he had put himself out and it would have been just as easy to go out for dinner.

And when Scorpius asked his grandmother if she would like to read to him at bedtime, she had asked both he and Hermione if that would be okay, that she didn't want to intrude on any night time routines that they might have. And, as with everyone who saw his bedroom, his mother was astounded at the artwork painted on the walls and ceiling.

He shook his head as if to clear the confusion and headed back to the kitchen and Hermione.

They stood staring at each other across the island, neither knowing what to say. Hermione reached for the bottle of scotch and poured a glass. She took a sip and pushed it across the counter to him.

"It was like..." He started. He took a sip and pushed it back towards her, "I have no idea who they were. Body snatchers?"

Hermione snorted a laugh, "It was certainly different."

He stepped around the counter and pulled her to him, "I have no idea what the fuck that was, and I'm slightly terrified."

Hermione tilted her head to the side and looked thoughtfully at him, "Clara and Cuthbert, do you think?"

He mulled it over and then nodded, "Probably. Cuthbert is ordinarily like a big cuddly bear, but when he's upset the cuddly disappears and gets replaced with grizzly."

"So, he may have had a chat with your father?" Hermione asked.

"No, not just my father, he would have spoken to both of them. My mother isn't always the fluffy bunny you saw tonight."

Hermione laughed, "Really, you're kidding me?"

Draco kissed her, "Well, I certainly hope that it was Bert's doing. It'll make things far easier in the future."

"Are you okay?" She asked, "I mean, that must have been weird for you. I've only met them once, and it was weird for me."

"I'm just going to go with it," He said, "Who knows what they'll be like next time."

She smiled and pushed up on her toes to place a kiss on his lips. He kissed her back and she closed her eyes, their kiss lingering much longer than either had intended. He opened his mouth and she moved her tongue slowly across his.

"Hermione." His voice was almost a breathless whisper against her lips.

"Hmm," she sighed and began to unbutton his shirt, kissing the exposed flesh of his chest.

He lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bedroom, kicking the door closed and collapsing onto the bed with her. He pulled his mouth from hers and hurried to undress her, her breath catching and a quiet oh fuck! made its way to his ears when his mouth covered her opening.

She relaxed into the mattress, brushing her hands through his hair, sighing in bliss at the feeling of him between her thighs. No matter how many times he did this she was sure she would never get use to it. The groan that started in her chest left her mouth as a much quieter whisper of his name as his tongue slid through her folds and pressed against the tiny spot where she wanted him most.

He worked slowly, his tongue circling and flicking, his mouth covering her, his lips sucking and pulling. Two fingers slipped into her curling forward, finding that spot inside her that had her gasping and her hips rising from the bed.

He knew her too well, and could make her come in an agonisingly slow manner that made her think her heart would explode from her chest. Or he could have her plummeting over the edge in minutes, embarrassingly quick. And this time looked to be somewhere in between.

"Draco," she murmured and he stopped. She smiled down at him as he raised his head to look at her. She reached out to him and he instantly knew. She wanted more than his mouth.

He knelt between her thighs, undressing slowly; his shirt pulled over his head mussing his hair perfectly. He kicked his jeans and boxers down his legs, his heavy erection standing straight out from his pelvis. He took himself in hand, crawling over her and pushing inside. She came instantly, not aware of just how close she was. He grinned at her, feeling her squeeze his cock.

"Couldn't wait, huh?"

She pinched his hip and he squirmed. She lifted an eyebrow at him, "Can you make me do it again?"

Draco smirked and pulled out of her. He laughed at her whine, before flipping her over and slipping back inside her. He leaned his chest onto her back, pressing her hard into the bed, "How many times would you like, my love?"

Her words left her. She was unable to do anything but feel him. He felt so big from behind her like this; her legs pressed together as he straddled her hips. He moved slowly, his hands slipping beneath her, finding her nipples and pinching them. She groaned into the pillow and he bit her shoulder.

"Hmm, what was that, my love?" He drawled, "You want me to stop so you can suck me off?"

She looked over her shoulder at him. The man who hadn't ever wanted to come in her mouth had discovered that it was possibly his favourite thing. "No. Make me come."

He kissed her before sitting up, his hands gripping her arse and squeezing hard. He plunged into her slowly until he had her groaning and rocking back into him. He ground into her, his cock at the perfect angle to hit her g-spot. She closed her eyes and let out a low, sensual moan. It still never ceased to amaze her how well they fitted together, how perfectly he fitted inside her.

He leaned back down and whispered against her ear, "I love your perfect arse."

She let out a deep sigh as his thrusts became harder, more intense, his breath hot on her back. His hand not holding him up moved under her hip, massaging her swollen clit. She choked out a cry and he felt her orgasm reach its peak.

"That's it, baby," he grunted, "Fucking come."

She buried her face in the pillow smothering the scream that surely would have woken Scorpius. Draco swore and pulled out of her. He grunted and swore again, and she felt the warm liquid from his cock land on her back before he collapsed onto her, his cock resting between her arse cheeks, his head thumping onto her shoulder.

"Fuck," they both said in unison and then laughed.

"Don't move," Draco told her and rolled off her. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel to clean her off.

She rolled to face him, their mouths barely an inch apart, "That was..."

"Perfect?" He finished for her, a sly smile on his face.

She rolled her eyes, "I curse myself every day for saying that to you."

He kissed her quickly, "Ah, but perfection only wants perfection, and I have definitely found that."

"Naww, look at you, with the post coital sappiness."

Draco laughed, reaching down and pulling the covers over them both. He pulled her to him, their naked bodies pressing hard against each other. The fleeting thought of re-dressing flickered through his head; Scorp had so far obeyed the knock before entering rule, but there was always a chance he'd forget.

But he couldn't be arsed to move right then. She'd relaxed against him, her breathing had slowed and she was already close to sleep. If Scorp decided to come in unannounced, well, they'd have their own version of Ginny's grown-up naked time to explain.

He kissed her head and closed his own eyes. The surprises that came with her were a constant wonder to him and he hoped that they would never cease.