Chapter 19: Karaoke

"Ms. Granger will be right with you, Mr. Malfoy." Janet said, snapping her fingers as a tea tray appeared in front of him. "She was running a bit behind this morning, and the healers might not be ready."

Draco knew that Hermione had been working even longer hours since the kids had told them about the Odium Potion that they believed Draco had been drugged with. Draco, of course, had contacted Thomas as soon as he'd dropped Scorpius back off at Hogwarts and parted ways with Hermione.

With her pleas, Draco had conceded that, at this moment, contacting his father in Azkaban was not going to be the best use of his time. He was paying for a private investigator, and dammit if he wasn't going to make sure that Thomas earned that steep rate that he was charging.

"That's fine, Janet, thank you for the tea." He quickly prepared the cup to his liking as he took a slow sip. That was one thing that Draco had been thinking about a lot lately, should he or should he not let Hermione know that he had a PI working on the case trying to piece together who had stolen his memories.

Thomas had a theory that his father and Winston Greengrass were in on the plot together and was currently working his way through the German Charms Masters they could have hired to perform the Obliviation and memory modification on him. He'd already contacted his solicitor to look over the marriage contract between him and his old father-in-law to see exactly how much it would hurt the Greengrass family if it were to come out that Winston was involved. His company would transfer ownership to Malfoy Incorporated and everything the man owned would be Draco's.

He'd been thinking a lot about his mother-in-law, Anita. Both of her daughters had always been so much like her. He'd often wondered what she would have been like as a mother had she not had Winston in her way. After they'd married, Astoria hadn't spoken much about her childhood, especially since she was sick, and they'd quickly conceived Scorpius after their wedding. They had focused on how they wanted him raised instead, what beliefs they wanted to instill in their son and Astoria had just wanted to be with him. Topics of getting to really know one another had been shelved until it was too late, and she was gone, never getting to have those types of conversations with his wife.

He could always reach out to Daphne, of course. The witch was living in the muggle world, sure, but she was still in contact with Draco to have a relationship with her nephew. It was always awkward though, because Daphne often blamed herself for what had happened to Astoria, because if she hadn't run the way she had, Astoria would have been left in peace to live out the remainder of her years with her mediwitch instead of putting on a false face in a fake marriage.

"Draco?" So lost in his thoughts, Draco could only smile as he looked up at the little witch, so much like his late wife, yet still so different. Astoria had become his friend, but Hermione Granger, she'd always been his heart.

"Same time in two weeks, Janet?" He asked, tipping his head as he walked away from the elderly woman who chuckled.

"Ever the flirt, Mr. Malfoy." The couple exited Hermione's waiting room and into the next hall.,

"Knut for your thoughts?" Hermione asked, bumping her hip against his as they walked towards the exam room. "Maybe, if you're feeling up to it tomorrow, we could grab dinner?" Draco couldn't help but smile, because yes, he'd very much so like to grab dinner with her, but he had other engagements.

"Could I take a rain check for next week on that dinner?" Those other engagements included a meeting with Thomas about those German Charms Masters that he'd spoken to.

"Of course," she reached up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth before leaning back to look him in the face. "Are you sure you're up for today's session? You really seem in your head, and I know what we found out from the kids Saturday might have you in a weird headspace."

"I'm sure, now get in my head and see what you can uncover." He winked at her, causing her face to flush and strolled in greeting each healer.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, good. Here's your potion. Now if you could lay down." Healer Jilli instructed before she quickly got to work around him. Healer Brandon started casting all his monitoring charms over Draco in complete silence as Draco took his dreamless sleep sedating himself. "Alright go ahead and count backwards from ten for me, sir."

"Ten, nine, e-eight, s-s-seven…s-six…fi-" and the smiling face of Hermione's female healer faded into darkness.

'Draco!' He could hear her voice as he relaxed on a sofa in his office reading a book. Setting his book next to his lamp, he took off his spectacles and folded them up before setting them on top of the book. 'DRACO! Oh, there you are. Are you ready?' He could feel his mouth going dry as his eyes traveled over his girlfriend.

Sweet Salazar, he's the one who gets to bring her home at the end of the night. She was in a skintight leopard print mini dress with pumps so high that they easily gave her an extra four inches in height. Her hair had been teased so that it was larger than life and would probably eat him if he stood too close to her.

'I'm sorry, Granger, but am I ready for what exactly?' He glanced down at his watch and saw that it was already after ten.

'Seriously, Draco. We're meeting Theo and Penny for karaoke. Are you wearing that? You look nice.' She swayed her hips as she moved closer to him, leaned down in front of him, giving him a clear view of her cleavage before pecking his cheek and standing back up. 'Now, come on, Penny said that they can't stay out too long because they only have a sitter for a few hours. Harry said that he might meet up later, depending on what type of mood Ginny is in.'

'This is in Diagon? I'm sorry, what's karaoke? I have no idea what's happening.' Draco admitted as his girlfriend's laugh chimed through his office as she led him towards the door.

'We'll be singing, in front of a pub full of people. I'm trying to decide, do I go with Whatta Man or None of Your Business, either way I'm showing off my tone-deaf skills.' Hermione said, pulling him to her before she pulled her wand out of her little beaded bag and disapparated them to an empty alley.

'I look forward to whatever you decide,' Draco told her as he regained his balance and she dragged to the front of a plain looking building. The pub itself wasn't large by any means, but it would still be able to hold a decent number of people. 'Oh, if singing to a crowd doesn't scream Theodore Nott, I'm not sure what else would.'

'Hush, now come on, they're probably already inside. Penny said they were heading over right after they finished up with the dining room at the manor. They were able to install that little service wall for the elves like I suggested, I think it'll be really useful anytime your mother comes, and I need a quick escape.' Hermione said, looking over her shoulder and smiling, putting her dimples on full display for him.

'Someday the two of you are going to have to get along because–' but whatever Draco's reason was, got lost in his throat as he looked up. 'What the bloody hell, I think you've gone mental, Granger.' Draco said. There was a small platform with some silver ball hanging above it and a screen displaying lyrics to whatever dreadful music about a yellow submarine a muggle was screaming about into some sort of stick in their hand.

'There they are, come on,' Hermione said, taking his hand and dragging Draco towards the other couple, where he could see Theo bouncing with excitement in his seat. 'PENNY!' Hermione yelled, wrapping her arms around the blonde woman.

'Theo, should I presume that you've already signed yourself up to sing muggle music that you've never heard of before?' Theo's grin told Draco that he was right in his assumption.

'Pen signed us up to sing this song by some bloke, El John. Break my heart or something like that, I'm really not sure. Completely brilliant these muggles are, could you imagine if we got into the club industry, we could do something like this!'

'You are an architect and I'm a curse breaker,' Draco told his friend, accepting the drink that Hermione had passed him, sending a smirk her way that made her let out a breath and her eyes fill with lust. 'We have no business getting involved with running a club.'

'Yes, well, maybe in another life. Just picture it, M&N, get it, for Malfoy and Nott, you know what never mind. Here, Pen! What should Drake sing?' Theo said, turning towards his wife, effectively ignoring Draco.

'We could all do Elton John songs; I think I'm Still Standing would be perfect for Draco.' The other witch said winking and making Hermione choke on her drink.

'I'm doing salt-n-peppa, but by all means, I agree, that will be a perfect song for Draco.' Hermione said, hopping off her stool and weaving through the crowd before Draco could voice his objections that he would not in fact be singing anything.

'You've got that look,' Theo said, smirking into his drink.

'What look is that?' Draco asked, admiring the way his girlfriend looked as she spoke to someone running the thing people were singing into.

'You're going to ask her to marry you, obviously.'

'What,' Draco turned back towards his friend and made sure that Penelope hadn't heard what he'd said. 'How can you tell? She doesn't know anything, does she?'

'Nah, mate. I just know because I've had that look before,' Theo said, lovingly looking where his wife sat talking to some random couple that they probably had just met when they'd first gotten to the pub. The couple were the most outgoing pair that there could have been, never knowing a stranger for more than a few moments.

'Hm,' Draco gave a noncommittal answer knowing that if he told Theo that Penelope would find out and Penelope would tell Hermione. No, this was one secret that Draco was going to have to keep to himself.

'Up next, we have a duet! Theo and Penny Nott singing Don't Go Breaking My Heart, by Elton John!'

The couple jumped from their stools and rushed towards the front of the pub accepting the sticks with balls on the ends before the music started up. 'Might need a few more drinks, what do you say?' The sweetest voice he'd ever heard asked from his elbow. Draco leaned down and pecked the tip of her nose with a kiss before draining what little was left in his glass before accepting the fresh drink.

'Whatever you say, Granger.'

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'I finally found someone that can make me laugh. You so crazy, I think I want to have your baby!' Draco was sipping his, well he wasn't even sure what number drink, as he watched the love of his life, well he couldn't exactly classify it as singing, rather shouting up on the platform.

'What a man, what a man, what a man. What a mighty good man!' He watched her jump around shaking her bum and flailing her arms, often pulling the mic (that's what Hermione had told him the stick was called) away from her mouth, cutting off the lyrics she was attempting to sing.

This was Hermione's third song, all by the same group. Theo and Penelope had already departed after singing only one other song before rushing off to relieve their sitter. Draco had very reluctantly sung a single song and refused to be talked into doing another.

'What a man, what a man, what a man. What a mighty good man!' As she shouted the last line of the song, Draco couldn't stop the smile spreading across his face. He was going to ask this witch to marry him. This tone deaf, no rhythm, ball of joy was his forever and Draco just knew it.

She bound towards him, skipping in her ridiculous heels, showing her athletic ability by not rolling her ankle in them. 'No Harry?' She yelled in his ear as she signaled the barmaid for another drink.

'I don't think so, it's already damn near one,' Draco told her after looking down at his watch.

'Well, fuck. I don't know what's up Ginny's arse, but she needs to pull the wand out. This was supposed to also be part of Harry's birthday celebration since the redheaded bimbo called dibs on his actual birthday.' She loudly complained, drinking down whatever vodka concoction she'd ordered.

'Want to sing or dance? I still haven't sung Push It.'

Draco swapped her drink for a water, making her smile before leaning in, 'I feel it's my duty to the rest of the pub to not let you push it, Granger.'

'Fair, let's dance then!' She exclaimed, grabbing his belt and dragging him to the relatively small space that the pub claimed was a dance floor.

She downed the rest of the water before plucking her drink from his hand. She turned around and pulled the skirt of her dress even further up her thighs, drawing his attention there. Draco let his chin drop to her shoulder as he nuzzled his nose into her throat. His drink still in hand, he took a sip just as she ground her bum against his crotch causing him to choke on the liquor.

'Fuck, Granger, are you trying to kill me?' He growled into her ear as her laugh rang out. She tilted her head back so that their lips could easily meet in a searing kiss. Fuck if he wasn't completely done for when it came to her.

'Draco,' she whined against his lips as she pressed her bum against him again. Her empty hand reached up behind her so that she was running her fingers through his scalp. 'Fuck, I need you. You look so sexy watching me, the way you only have eyes for me.' She purred into his ear, his breath catching when she nipped his lip.

'Now?'

'Now,' she confirmed before dragging him towards the exit. This wasn't the first time that the couple had snuck off to have sex in public. Not by a long shot, only instead of the pub's bathroom, she was taking him into the alley that they had apparated into earlier in the night.

Hermione had grabbed Draco by his lapel and shoved him against the rough brick behind a dumpster. Draco's hand reached down, grabbing her bum and giving it a squeeze of encouragement. Hermione took the cue that he'd given and jumped into his arms, letting her legs wrap around his hips. Draco's hand slid up the hem of her dress and he smirk when he found the lace completely soaked.

'Are you ready for me then Granger?' Draco groaned against her lips as she rocked her hips into his hand.

'Draco Lucius Malfoy, I'm so ready for you. Merlin help me, I've been holding off dragging you out here to fuck for the last hour.' She confessed, her large chocolate eyes searching his, 'We can have a round two at home, but I need you to fuck me. Right. Now.'

Home, his home, she called his flat her home…

Draco crushed his mouth against hers as he reached down and pulled the lace to the side, letting his fingers tease her. Her tiny hands dropped from around his neck as she made quick work of his trousers. They were practiced enough to know that to avoid getting caught, they couldn't indulge in their normal rounds of foreplay. His prick had hardly sprung free from its confines before he was coating it with her arousal that he'd just gathered.

One thrust and he was to the hilt, seated inside her. Hermione bit down on his shoulder to muffle her scream at the intrusion, but he knew if it was too painful that she would tell him. He paused for only a moment, and when Hermione began to rock her hips in a steady rhythm, Draco knew that he was good to go.

He pounded into her at a punishing pace, knowing that with every thrust at this angle that he was hitting that spot that made her mewl. And there it was, Hermione lifted her face from his shoulder and the mewling sounds she was making let him know that he'd again found the spot that would wind her up until she exploded all over him. Her nails were digging into his back, and Draco knew that she was going to leave marks, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, Draco! Draco! Draco!' she chanted into the air. Her praise spurred him on until Draco was fucking her so hard against the brick, that he was certain her dress would need repaired before they hailed a cab. There would be bruises on her lower back from being dragged against the wall, but she wouldn't complain. No, she'd probably try to coerce him into fucking her in a dirty alley again if anything.

Her cunt began to flutter as she neared her climax, and Draco knew her body well enough just how to push her. He dropped his hand between them, knowing exactly where her clit was hidden, and gripped the little bud between his thumb and pointer finger giving it a pinch. Her scream was only muffled as she bit down on his neck, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Fuck, Draco thought, I'm not going to…

And he came, his semen shooting thick ropes inside her as he pumped his cock into her, making sure that none went to waste. 'Move in with me,' he groaned, as the last of his release shot into her.

Everything seemed to stop at that moment. Her breath caught as her mouth slowly pulled back where she'd latched onto him in the thrones of passion. Draco couldn't help the cringe as she looked into his eyes, searching for what he didn't know. He held his breath as he watched her brow scrunch up as she opened her mouth and shut it without saying anything, only to open it again.

'That, well, that's to say, er.' Draco started, but he wasn't sure how to fix this. He'd been wanting to ask her to move in with him for months, but he didn't want it to feel like he was rushing their relationship or pressuring her into more than she was ready for.

'You, Draco Malfoy, want me, Hermione Granger, to move into your flat. Is that what you just asked while you were filling me like a twinkie?' She asked, her eyes shining with, oh fuck, were those tears?

'Yeah, I had a whole plan, but it just slipped out.' Draco confessed as he still watched her, 'you won't hurt my feelings if you say no, Granger.'

'No, yes.' She said, her face morphing into the largest grin Draco had ever seen on her.

'You just gave a very confusing answer, Granger,' Draco said, smirking as he realized what was coming.

'Don't be a prat, no, I'm not going to say no. Yes, Draco, I'd want nothing more than to move in with you.' Draco's heart swelled as she leaned in, pressing her lips against his in another hungry kiss. 'Take me home, Draco. I love you.' She whispered against his lips

'I love you, too,' he answered.

Draco could feel himself coming back from the memory, his heart rate was up, and his cock was achingly hard. Fuck, he couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up from any dream this hard. No, well this wasn't even a dream. This was a memory of an event that had really happened, of a time he'd fucked Hermione Granger behind a dumpster and then asked her to move in with him.

Slowly sitting up, his eyes scanned the room and his gaze quickly landed on Hermione. Her face was flushed, and her pupils were dilated with lust. Fuck, she was still breath taking as ever.

"Jilli, Brandon, how are," she paused to clear her throat, "Mr. Malfoy's vitals?" Hermione's flush was only growing more by the moment. Draco made himself sit up and try to adjust his cock so that his own arousal wasn't as apparent.

"Hm, everything is looking good on our end, Unspeakable Granger, heart rate is a little elevated, but we'll just have him stay here until that goes down." Jilli answered, her eyes focused on the diagnostic in front of her and not the two very turned-on adults awkwardly watching each other in front of her.

Brandon, on the other hand, was tracking the two of them with his eyes. A knowing smirk crossed his lips as he nudged his partner. "Hold on, Brandon, I'm just about–" Brandon nudged her again, stopping Jilli from speaking as she looked up and saw the state Hermione was in. "Oh, ohhhh…" she'd now picked up on what Brandon had already deduced.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you'll join me back in my office. I'd like to discuss with you the results of this recent recovery." Hermione said, standing as she brushed off the pencil skirt that went all the way down to her knees. "Jilli, Brandon, just send the reports straight over to Janet, she'll make sure they get to me for review."

"Of course, good day, Mr. Malfoy," Brandon said, shooting Draco a wink before distracting Jilli with a question about lunch.

Draco and Hermione quickly walked down the hall, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Neither said anything, nor did they try to touch each other as they went. They walked through the double doors that separated the exam rooms from Hermione's officer and saw Janet sitting at her desk applying her lipstick.

The elderly witch looked up from the compact mirror that she'd been looking in when she heard them coming. "Ms. Granger, I don't believe you have anything that can't be rescheduled for the rest of the afternoon." Salazar, let the floor swallow him, he thought as it became apparent that everyone Hermione worked with knew he was about to fuck her in her office.

"Yes, Janet, if you would please." Hermione said, her tone all business, as she strolled straight into her office still not looking back at Draco. He obediently followed her, he shot a wink at Janet who only chuckled and shook her head. He swore he heard her mutter 'kids' under her breath, but he was already inside Granger's office.

The door swung shut and the witch was on him waving her wand silencing the room and putting all the locking charms in place that they'd need to ensure they weren't disturbed. Her white lab coat fell to the ground in a heap as he backed her until her thighs hit the front of her desk. The buttons to her grey blouse ricocheted off every hard surface in her office as he tore the material from her body.

His hands found the hem of her skirt and he pushed it up her thighs until he could see her lace covered core. Fuck, she still wore the lace.

"Draco, I'm not the same woman I was before," she panted out as his mouth came down, nipping and licking at the cleavage he could see peeking out of her nude bra.

"I'm not the same man I was before, Granger, but Salazar if I don't fuck you right now, I might explode." He murmured into her breast as his hands worked towards her high waisted skirt. He felt only a moment's sadness that he wouldn't get to see all of her, when he remembered that Janet, the angel among us, had cleared Granger's schedule for the rest of the day.

"Fuck, Draco, please." Hermione was whining into the air as her breaths were coming heavy. "Please, I need to feel you inside me."

Draco obliged her pleas, tugging her knickers to the side, just as he had in the memory, exposing her cunt to the air. He breathed in deeply, drinking in the scent of her that he'd missed for so long. He ran his fingers up and down her dripping core before slipping a finger into her pulsing opening, only to have her clench down on him. "Fuck Granger, it's been a while, just let me get you off once first."

"Draco fucking Malfoy, I swear on whatever deity is listening that if you don't put your dick inside me right now, I'll curse you through the wall." She was perched on her desk, her ass hanging off the edge and legs wrapped around his waist. Draco only dumbly nodded as he quickly undid his trousers and pulled his cock free.

He slid his tip through her folds, collecting her slick on himself before he lined up at her entrance and slowly slid in. Draco wasn't exaggerating when he said it had been a while since he'd been with anyone. Inch by agonizing inch, he heard Hermione's begging for him to go faster, but he just shook his head. She was getting what she wanted, but he was going to do it at his pace.

"Harder, Draco!" She complained, Draco's hand came down, slapping her clit and making her hips buck up, taking in more of him than he was ready for.

"Stop talking Granger, you're so bloody tight and I wasn't kidding when I said it's been a while." Hermione's eyes met his as she looked up through her lashes. He finally slid all the way, his pelvis touching hers as her cunt gripped his cock.

Draco took a steadying breath, before he slowly began to rock his hips. Hermione must have finally realized that he wasn't fucking with her, because the hard and fast fuck that she was looking for, she'd set aside for now at least. He reached between their bodies and found her clit, begging to be touched again.

Rubbing the little bundle in slow easy circles, Hermione's head dropped back at the sensation. "Fuck, Draco, you feel so good."

He continued his treatment of her clit as he pulled almost all the way out, just to slowly slide back into her again. Her body trembled under his treatment as he built up the pressure in her body. If she wasn't going to let him get her off before he fucked her, he was going to make sure she got there on his cock.

With his free hand, he reached up, pulling one of her breasts from the cup. Her areola was wider and darker than he remembered it being, but that wasn't the only difference. Instead of her smaller breasts that easily fit in the palm of his hands, they were much fuller now. He'd never been a man interested in large chests, but fuck if it didn't look good on Hermione's curvier frame.

Motherhood had been very good to her body.

He dipped his head, slamming himself inside her again as he took the nipple in his mouth. It was as if any restraint he'd had previously flew out the window. His hips began to piston, and he felt the moment he slammed against the spot that used to make her mewl in pleasure. As if she'd read his thoughts, the sound slipped from between her lips, only egging him on.

"Granger, fuck, I'm going to cum." He grunted, feeling the tightening in his sack. His treatment of her clit began more erratic and harsher, but it seemed she still enjoyed that type of treatment sexually. When he couldn't hold back his release anymore, he felt the string break as he filled her up.

Throwing his head back, he knew that she hadn't cum yet herself, so he plucked and pulled at her nipple while still thrusting his softening cock inside her and twisted her clit the way he knew she'd liked. "DRACO!" She screamed his name as her own climax found her and pushed her over the edge he'd already fallen from.

Panting, Draco fell over on top of her body that was laid out over her report covered desk. He knew their mixed juices were probably ruining her work, but he couldn't find it in himself to care as he wrapped his arms around his witch.

"I told you I wasn't going to last long." He muttered into her hair, nuzzling into her neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

"That's okay, we're old and it's been a while for both of us." She patted him on the back in a consoling manor.

"Old?" Draco asked, leaning back so he could glare at her, "I am only thirty-seven, thank you very much."

"You have thirteen-year-old twins and an eleven-year-old. We're old." Hermione said, though her laughter before she pulled him back to her chest. "You know, I do happen to have the rest of the afternoon cleared, if you're feeling up to taking this party back to my place–" she trailed off the offer, biting her lip as her fingers ran through his hair.

"Can we nap first, before we go for round two?" Draco looked at her again and couldn't help but smile at the look of excitement that lit her face. "You know, since we're old."

"Yeah, I think we can do that."

A/N: Hiiiiii, well, incase we're wondering. Did our sweet love birds conceive the twins behind a dumpster in an alley?

Why yes, yes they did!

My notes for this chapter (Wish I was kidding but am not) were 'SMUT'. So, I just ran with it.

The next chapter will be Dramione date night where Draco and Hermione discuss what their next steps are to take with the information that the kids have given them! Reviews and Comments keep me motivated, but I'll never hold a chapter hostage in exchange.

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