Christmas blew by like a soft snowfall, and New York was approaching. Draco hardly was able to convince the woman to visit, let alone see him… but that wasn't her fault. Her crazy family was running her an insane amount. Typical Weasleys. Charlie and Harry had helped her move to Draco's disappointment. He had offered to hire her movers, but she declined. The fierce woman planned on spending the night before their plane trip, but he still wasn't sure about her feelings after the last two weeks.
His mother went into town to take Teddy out shopping, and he was in his office going over reports. The building was on a skeleton crew during the holidays, and he wasn't about to ask Hermione to take time out of her holiday to drive him to work. He needed to do something with his time because he couldn't figure out how to help the situation.
Hermione had arrived earlier while waiting for them after her doctor's appointment. She was in a mood which only made him broody. The woman was keeping something from him, and he hated it. She never lied to him or hid anything significant... but this felt agonizing. So he made himself as busy as he could so he wouldn't pry with her being so on edge as it was.
As fate would have it, she came into the office. He could smell the familiar scent of the new perfume her 'son,' gave her for Christmas. Her heels thumped on the floor as he was reading his notes.
"Draco, need anything? I brought you some tea," she murmured.
"No, I am alright," he grumbled and she huffed.
"I already apologized several times for not being here during the holidays," she said approaching him.
He tossed his paper on his side table, his brows knitted. "What am I to you, Granger? You say you love me and you are affectionate when we are alone, but you are standoffish at best when I try to touch you," he snapped, and Hermione exhaled slowly.
The clattering of the teacup on the table was loud. Hermione's hands landed on his shoulders. "Draco Malfoy, do you always have to be so frustrating? I didn't want to tell you, but I gained weight, I feel gross, and the last thing I want is you to touch me and feel as disgusted as I do. I can't even imagine how I am going to feel in three months," she whined, and he snorted.
"Really? You are worried about a little holiday weight and bloat from hormones?" he asked incredulously, and she tried to pull from him, but he pulled her into his lap.
She squirmed as he touched her and rubbed sides. He could feel her weight gain, but did not find it displeasing; he actually thought it felt a bit more attractive. Her arse was well rounded, and he gripped it firmly as she straddled him. "I have to disagree with your opinion, love. You feel very nice, even more, so I believe," he whispered and pulled her closer.
She puffed and pressed her forehead to his shoulder. "Draco, what if I can't do this? What if I can't be a good mother or I lose the baby again?" she sniffled against him.
"Hey," he said softly and cupped her cheek, making her pull from his shoulder. "You are going to be well taken care of, I promise. If that means I have to come and stay with you in your house, I will. You aren't going to do this alone."
She coughed on a sob. "Draco, you mean that?" she asked softly.
"You tell me whatever you want me to do; I will do it. If that means you need me to take a taxi to the shop at two in the morning, or you need me to rub your back, I will do it for you. I know you don't want to live here, so I will just have to come stay with you," Draco declared, caressing her face.
Hermione leaned against him and started kissing his lips feverishly. "You really mean it?" she whispered, pressing her forehead against his.
"I will do whatever is in my capabilities to do, and whatever I cannot do because of my lack of sight, I will pay whatever money it would cost to get it done. You want a specialist to visit you at home? I will find the best. You want me to learn each and every board in your home so if you need me to get you a cup of tea at five in the morning. I will do so. I am not going with you because I have any investment or strategy by it. I love you," he said, and she ran her hands over his cheeks.
"That was better than any gift you could ever give me, Draco," she breathed.
"You made me a better man, the least I could do is be one for you," Draco replied, and she kissed him deeply.
Somehow between kisses, they ended in a heated position. Hermione had found his zipper with ease below her, and he shifted enough to pull her from the chair so they could tumble to the floor. Draco helped pull her leggings from her hips, and she squirmed out of them with a rejoiceful sigh as she coiled her naked legs around him.
Draco hissed as he slid inside of her. "Careful, I am tender," she murmured through panting.
He pressed his lips to her cheek before whispering into her ear. "Of course, love," he sighed.
Hermione huffed as he moved. "Let me fix this," she murmured and pushed him to the ground.
Draco chuckled in a breathy way as he felt her roll her hips and whimpered over him. How he wished he could see her in the soft sweater that she was wearing, rolling her body in a dance on top of him. It felt so different with her now for him. Like he never had sex with any other woman before her, and she made him hers. Yes, she laid claim to him and made him yearn for her.
"Oh, Draco, I love you so much. We should just make love every day until the appointment. The doctor told me I have to wait two whole months to have sex," her voice was a sigh as she maneuvered.
Draco groaned and pulled her closer. "Well, we will have just have to find other things to make you sing those high notes like when I do this," he growled and assisted in rocking her hips roughly.
Hermione did sing sighs in a higher octave as she dragged her nails over his chest. "Yes, something."
"Maybe buy you a whole library," he sneered through his teeth, and she moaned loudly.
"I love it when you talk nerdy to me," she huffed. "Draco, please help me?" she whimpered.
He complied as he helped her grind into him, and he followed suit in their climax together. Draco sat up and clung to her as he nuzzled her neck whispering sweet nonsense to her. There was a knock at the office, and it made them jump together.
"Sir, your mother is here with young Master Lupin. She wanted me to give you fair warning," Ramsey's voice came from the doorway.
Hermione peaked over the desk and saw the butler had his back turned. "We will be down shortly, Ramsey," she told him, and he nodded.
"Very well, Miss Granger," he declared and disappeared.
Draco frowned up at her. "Why does he still call you Miss. I told him to call you Lady Granger." He grumbled.
"I don't want to be Lady Granger, Draco," she sighed situating her hips with a grimace before climbing off of him.
"How about Lady Malfoy?" he said with a boyish grin.
Hermione glared as she pulled up her leggings. "I will ignore that awful proposal, Malfoy. If you are going to ask a woman to marry you, make sure you do it right," she snapped.
"Aw, Granger, don't be mad at me… it wasn't a serious proposal. It was a poking question to see if you would be interested in marrying a blind man," he murmured rubbing his face.
She ducked down after sliding on her flats and kissed his lips. "If you have to ask, you know the answer already, Draco. I don't know if I could handle living here," she snickered and kissed his cheek before helping him off the floor.
He fixed himself and with a quick button, he zipped up his pants. "Well, first things first. We need to get you comfortable with the idea of being pregnant for forty weeks before we worry about something as silly as death do us part." Draco told her, and she laughed.
"Oh, yes, because that is a silly notion. I would kill you before too long," Hermione retorted, and he laughed.
"Certainly, I am sure," Draco replied and fixed his shirt.
Hermione went over to his chair and grabbed his cane. "Now, let's try to have a good afternoon before I have to leave."
"How about I come with you to take him to the station tomorrow? I can come spend the night," he offered, and she glared over at him.
Was he serious? "Spend the night?" she echoed before chewing her lips.
"Well, we won't be on the floor, but I am sure you have space in your bed, don't you?"
"You want to come spend the night and drop my son off at the train station tomorrow?" she clarified and handed him his tool.
"Yes, I thought it would be nice. Then we can go back to your house and spend the day. I can grab my bag for the trip so we can leave from there instead of you having to pick me up."
Hermione paused a moment. "You would give up the comfort of your own home for my comfort? You didn't even ask me to stay this time."
"Well, not to offend, but your son's comfort is what I was thinking. He is a good boy, and it is hard to get up early before going to school," he muttered.
Hermione's cheeks were warm as she smiled and hugged his arm. "Come on, handsome. Let's get down there."
"Oh, handsome? I like that. Can I get another nickname? Maybe God of darkness? Your personal plaything?" He teased with a broad smirk.
"How about we stick with handsome for now," she replied and tugged him to her. "Handsome is fitting," she purred, running her hands under his shirt.
He chuckled, and his fingers ran through her hair. "You are my Gryphem queen. Unfortunately, I didn't say it first. Wretched cousin…" he trailed off and kissed her temple. "Alright, I will get my bag if you want me to go," he said.
"Okay, come home with me," she replied with a nod.
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Later that evening after Teddy was sound asleep, Hermione rested tangled in the Malfoy. He was nuzzling her neck gently as she read a book with his weight slung over her. He didn't know what it was, but she was making sounds. Draco nipped at her, and she sighed. "Well, you are enjoying yourself," he whispered.
"I am reading about what to expect. Did you know that I am going to go through an extremely randy period of time where I will be worse than a teenage boy? Life and its big jokes. I went through my teens and most of my twenties keeping my knees folded. Now that I am going to have someone else's baby we are going to shag like crazy," she remarked, and he laughed.
Draco etched his fingers over her skin. "Well, I am at your disposal. However you need me to be at it."
Hermione placed her book down and bent down to his ear. "How about you show me how bossy you can be, Malfoy? I was your assistant long enough to know that it get's your blood going." She purred.
He grinned and nosed her cheek. "Can you be quiet?" he asked gently.
"I will have to, my son doesn't need to be scarred," she whispered, and he slid between her legs.
Draco's hand went to her neck softly but firm, and he pushed inside her. "There's my nirvana," he exhaled, pulling them into a seated position.
Hermione was straddling him as his free hand held her back while his thumb on her neck massaged under her chin. It was a gorgeous stop in time as they panted and huffed instead of shouts and moans. She had the freedom to rock against Draco with a passionate display of love and emotion. He nipped at her skin with delight as Hermione gave him everything she could.
They collapsed in a sweaty mess, muscles aching and hearts pounding. "You know- I might have- done this earlier. Had I known you were a great shag back in school," Hermione finally panted after her peak subsided.
Draco chuckled and nuzzled her damp chest. "I would have kept you, my Gryphem queen. You would have given me more to worship than my ego."
She huffed and untangled herself. "I am going to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed. You silly, dopey Anguis. Want some help getting to the bathroom too?" she inquired, and he groaned.
"Yes, I suppose we best try for sleep, or we will shag all night," he responded and climbed off the bed.
"As fun as that sounds, I don't know if I could bear getting out of bed tomorrow if we do," she sighed, taking his arm. "Let's get some rest. We will have time before my appointment."
"Alright, love. Sounds like something to look forward to," he declared, and they finished up the evening with smiles and sighs.