Cherrio guys, how is everyone today? i hope that you guys liked this chapter. i am so sorry that it has taken me so long to upload it and it is not as long as it should have been. there are only 7 weeks until the start of exams and i am starting to panic.

i had a full out panic attack two weeks ago about my exams and then i realised it was snowing and had this huge freak out that there was going to be an iceage because it was snowing in march - i ended up spending an hour researching just to make sure that my fear was unfounded. Well, at least you all know that you are more sane than i am!

i know that none of you care about my life but i felt like sharing anyway. :)

so here it is. again i am sorry for the delay.

Four weeks After Cain Black is born.

"Hermione!" I roll over trying to find that spot of warmth once more, the one that I can shuffle myself into and feel completely safe and protected, but it seems that Draco and his ever present warmth has decided to take the one morning I want to sleep in as the best time in the world to be the early riser and catch the worm.

I, on the other hand, have no intention of following his path, so I pull the covers in as far as they can go and try and radiate my heat out. "Get your arse out of bed!" I groan, pulling my pillow over my head, but it backfires. Trying to goad me into responding with more than half arse sounds, he drags all of my comforts away – the pillow I can handle, but the duvet is a fucking low blow.

They land somewhere and are soon replaced by the tensing muscles of Malfoy. His wings extend, heating me better than any cover ever could and I fear that I may actually be purring. "Why do you do this to me?" I mummer, pressing my lips into the hollow between his shoulder and neck – and this time he is the one making a noise that sounds something akin to purring. "I just want to sleep." I continue to trail open mouthed kisses up his throat and then I trace back down, following the line I previously made with the tip of my tongue. Shivering, he dips his head to rest in the hollow of my neck.

Running my hands down his sides, I slip my fingers into the waist band of his jeans and then allow my hands to trace the slow circle of his waist, starting with his hips and leisurely reaching the dip at the bottom of his spine.

Whispered kisses trace over the planes of his bare chest for as far as I can reach, and I begin to follow the traced patterns once more with my tongue as I grind myself up into him. He starts to harden and pushes into my core through our clothes as I continue to move against him.

I push on his shoulders and – with a lot of force on my part; seriously it is like moving a ton of bricks! – I manage to roll us over. Grinding into him slowly and relishing in the sigh he voices, I push my self away. Finally, after fighting away hundreds of feathers, I manage to stand on the bed. From my new advantageous position, I can look down at his flustered appearance, "I don't like torturing you Draco," I tell him, "So leave me to sleep and everything will be ok for you."

I begin to walk to the door of the bathroom, "You should know that once we are married, I will not let you get away with this." I turn to look at him, his wings have retracted and he is lying in a pair of dark jeans and a bare chest – looking like a Levis model in all his unparalleled glory – and he continues t stare into space as he folds his hands behind his head. "I will warn you now that if you try something like this, I can promise you that I will fuck you so hard into this mattress that you won't be able to walk for a week." He smirks to himself, clearly very self satisfied with the blush that he has caused to meander up my neck.

I on the other hand groan in my head – unfortunately for me he can probably feel the shiver of lust that flushes through me – and I feel my knickers dampen at the thought of what he could do to me.

Clearly my plan backfired considering that I am the one breathing heavily and totally aroused, while he continues to lie calm and collected In the middle of his pristine, emerald sheets, his blond hair contrasting starkly – and very artistically – with the black satin of the pillow. "Get dressed Hermione; we have a diner to attend."

"What time is it?" I ask, reaching into the wardrobe and grasping onto an emerald green dress – Draco purchased the offending garment for me, but it really is stunning – and a pair of black heels.

Sighing, Draco sits up and stretches the muscles in the back of his neck before he pulls a white polo over his head. "Tie for us to be making our way to the Weasley's!"

I dash into the bathroom and wash in record time.

By the time we make it to the Weasley's we are late, and everyone is settling into the normal routine. The babies are crying, Teddy is jumping around on the sofa's, Ginny and Fleur are arguing in the corner while glaring covertly at a 'still-as-dim-witted-as-the-day-she-was-born' Jenifer and Molly if frantically running around the kitchen, he wand in the air and threatening to castrate Mr. Weasley if he doesn't get out of her way. "Oh, aren't they just special!" I gush, looking towards both the little babies in the room, as I walk over to Beatrice and Sirius and rescue him from a wailing Cain – who he passes me quite rapidly and Beatrice looks relieved to have someone else fuss over her child for a few precious minutes. Both of them have deep circles under their eyes and they look just about ready to pass out.

Harry on the other hand looks just a joyous as the day Jaden was born. Parenthood seems to have been treating him well. "Stop looking so fucking happy, Potter!" Sirius snarls, closing his eyes and rubbing a hand over the stubble littering his jaw line.

"I don't know how they do it," Beatrice sighs, "Sirius and I are about to die!"

I rock Cain in my arms and make cute little shushing noises as I listen to Beatrice and Sirius. Draco sits to one end of the sofa and I settle into the gap between his legs, with my back pressed to his chest, as I cradle Cain in my arms. "Aren't you just perfect?" I smile, looking down at him and leaning back into Draco's chest as he wraps an arm around my waist.

"Ah, look at this." George walks into the room, holding a mug of Butterbeer and handing it to Draco as he passes, "Be careful, she's going to start wanting kids of her own."

Pulling me closer into his body and reaching a hand round to help adjust Cain's blanket that had slipped, Draco whispers, "Anything that she wants, she can have," into my ear and I feel my heart clench in my chest, as I think about Little blond kids running about the place, spouting facts from Hogwarts: A history and smirking – hopefully without the curse of the bushy hair.

"Dinner is ready!" A frazzled Mrs. Weasley yells and Fleur, Ginny and I move into the kitchen to help transport the pans and dishes, which unfortunately results in us being the last to enter the dining room. Here chairs. One next to Draco – obviously saved for me, though Ginny doesn't get the hint, another next to Sirius – though Fleur cheats by using some sort of Veela speed to get there before me – and the final remaining seat, beside... yep, that is right... beside Jenifer.

And here it comes.

Twenty minutes later her voice cuts through the air for the sixty billionth time. "Hermione, are you listening to me?" Jenifer shoves me with her over pointy elbow, and I fight the urge to slam my fist into the side of her head. I want to ask her why, for all that is holy, she thinks that I am going to start listening now when I haven't for the last half an hour, but I don't. I don't want her to kill the last two brain cells by trying to rub together an intelligent thought.

It takes me ten deep breaths and a lot of will power to unclench my fists. Stabbing a potato and shoving it in my mouth I try to chew in a lady life fashion, but it doesn't work.

I have just got a grip on my sanity – Ginny smirks at me from the other side of the table and I almost sling m y next skewered potato at her – when she speaks again in her nasal, scratchy voice. "HERMIONE!"

"You must have mistaken me for someone who gives a damn about all your petty little problems!" I just about manage to stop myself from yelling 'FUCK OFF!' – but restraining myself from swearing means that I return to my juvenile roots and scream, "Shut up!" and I stand. I know that it is lame; I know that I sound like a school child in the playground but it is out there. The room is silent. Ginny and Fleur look ecstatic. Jenifer's horrified face is like a boost to my ego and Draco and the rest of the Weasley's seems to be waiting eagerly for when I pop. "In the last half an hour you have not said something remotely kind about me or anyone; just insult after insult after insult and I am sick of it!"

"You tell her, Granger!" Ginny yells like my own personal cheerleader, just as Fleur stands up too, "Go for it, Hermione!"

"Hermione–" Ron begins to say but I am not done yet. Not in this lifetime Ron! I think to myself before rushing to continue with my tirade.

I push my hair back from my face with a hand and then throw both of my hands on my hip, trying to look as intimidating as Mrs. Weasley, but definitely failing. "Is there not a censor or something to help you out here, I mean NORMAL people can hear what is coming out of their mouth and stop it! Obviously that part of your brain was shut off... oh wait, none of it is in use!"

"Do something!" she screams at Ron, jumping up from the table and slamming her fist down onto its surface, but no one seems to be listening. Score one to Hermione!

I turn and walk into the kitchen, Mrs. Wealsey, Ginny and Fleur follow me in and all burst out with laughter before dragging me into a hug. "Why couldn't you be dating Ron?" Mrs. Wealsey sighs.

"I'm sorry Molly, but I am taken." I smile as Draco walks to the doorway. He rests against the frame, crossing his arms in front of his chest so his muscles bulge out and he smirks. "I'm happy." I whisper, though I know that he can hear me.

"You were brilliant today!" Draco smiles, pulling me down onto the mattress and snuggling us both into a warm embrace as he covers us with his wings.

I would have thought that the feathers would be scratchy and annoying, but they whisper along my skin with a tender softness that feel like Draco is running his hands over every part of my body at the same time. The wings eventually shrink back into his body during the night, but for now I take comfort in the protective warmth. Suddenly an overwhelming fear takes over my body, "You will never leave me, right?" I ask timidly.

"Never." He promises, holding on to me tightly kissing different spots of my face. It's sweet and tender and full of love and it makes my heart swell and burst.

"I love you." I tell him, burying my face into his chest and letting his hands stroke through the curls of my hair.

I can feel him smiling against the top of my head, "I love you too."

The night is cold and distressed outside, the wind howls and the trees surrounding the house scrapes against the windows, but in the warmth of Draco Malfoy's arms I feel nothing but safe.

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