Chapter 9: The Father
25th August 2002
Draco had already contacted his mother to see if she was willing to keep Ellie for the remainder of the weekend. She'd easily agreed and had not asked any questions behind the change of plans. Draco knew that when he'd fire called her that his tone had been tense and that she was curious what was wrong, but he wasn't even sure what to say.
After he'd gotten back from getting the finishing touches on his classroom, Granger had come home from Pansy's house and asked him to brew her a paternity potion. He hadn't asked, but Draco knew deep down that it had to do with Ellie. Granger obviously wasn't trying to hide that she thought she'd found Eleanor's biological father when she'd asked for the potion. The fact that she was using magical means to confirm, he suspected the man must not have been a muggle afterall.
They'd slept next to each other, neither saying anything just holding each other tight. Neither had been well rested and when Granger left with the potion, Draco hadn't been able to move from their breakfast nook since.
When the floo roared to life, Draco lifted his head from the coffee he'd been drinking and studied Granger's movements. Her legs were shaking and her gaze seemed to be far off. Her mind elsewhere. She didn't even notice him in their kitchen until he reached out for her hand.
"Well," Draco prompted, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Theo's her father." She didn't explain further, she didn't have to. When he thought about it, the timeline matched. He knew that both Theo and Granger frequented muggle clubs in London following the war. The muggle man had disappeared into thin air, despite Granger and her cousin searching for him. Theo had left for America the morning after he'd stormed out on Draco. There would have been no finding him in England.
"I'm so sorry," Granger cried into his chest as she held onto his shirt. "I didn't know it was Theo, I swear. I would never have done something like that to you. Either of you." She looked up into his face, the tears falling down her cheeks as she tried to explain.
"Sh, it's okay," Draco assured her. He ran a hand over the top of her curls, desperately trying to soothe the hysterical witch. Did it hurt that Theo had fucked Granger and didn't realise at the time that it was her? Yeah.
However, Draco knew they wouldn't have recognised each other. Granger had chopped her signature hair off after her break up with Weasley and was all skin and bones after starving while on the run with Potter.
Theo, well, he knew in school that Granger had never even given Theo a second look. Even if she had, the year she'd been gone Theo had shot up in height and only those closest to him had recognised him after his growth spurt. There was no one to blame for the situation.
"Hermione, look at me." Draco rubbed his thumbs over her face, collecting the pools there. "It's alright, I promise."
"Draco, I–"
"You couldn't have known."
Draco gripped her chin and looking into those beautiful doe eyes he knew that there was nothing she could do that would drive him away. But it seemed from the uncertainty that she gazed up at him with, she needed to be reassured of his commitment to her. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers.
"You're my everything," he promised her. The tension she'd been carrying with her since she'd walked through the floo the evening before seemed to fade away as she sagged into his hold. "Let me show you," without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms and climbed the stairs until they were in their shared bedroom. Granger had her arms looped around his neck, and he was ready to show her just how deep his devotion to her was.
The thought that Ellie, his Ellie, was half Granger and half Theo only made his love for the little girl grow. Granger had given him the perfect daughter who was made up of the two people in this world that Draco cared for more than anyone else. It wasn't even a wonder why he was such a push over when it came to her.
Laying Granger down on the bed, Draco ran his hands up her legs towards the hem of her sundress. She squirmed under his touch, but that just made her more endearing to him. Her shyness in such an intimate moment when he already knew her every dip, every curve, and all her sounds. Salazar, she was perfect.
"I worship you," Draco said as he licked a trail up her inner thigh. "There's not a single thing that could change that." Above him, Granger squirmed in his hold as he inched closer to her centre. Her heavy breath and the damp sight of her knickers told him that he was having the desired effect on his witch.
When his mouth finally reached his destination, Draco nearly came out of his skin at the taste of her. She was just as sweet as she'd always been. Only getting more mouth watering each time he got to devour her.
"Ride my face," he pleaded, looking up between her thighs as he hooked his fingers in her kickers, pulling them down her legs. The thought of Granger sitting on his face with her dripping cunt the only thing he could see or smell made his cock ache.
"Draco," Granger purred, inching up the bed making room for him.
Draco smirked as he crawled up the bed, laying on his back. When Granger straddled his face and sank down, he knew that if he died like this it would be the best way for him to go. Suffocated by her thighs, he couldn't dream of a better ending.
There was no hesitation as she sunk down on him, right over his greedy mouth. He feasted on her, humming in pleasure as he tasted her sweet arousal on his tongue. Granger rocked her hips above him. Draco growled in his approval, and Granger sank down on his tongue, letting him impale her with it.
His cock was stiff and ached for him to touch it, but Draco held onto Granger's arse, kneading the soft flesh. Her grasps were going to make him cum, but Draco was determined to hold out. He wanted to pour all of himself into her to ensure that she knew she was his witch. No matter what.
Her movements started to slow and Draco knew that she was close. Flipping her onto her back, Granger let out a squeak, but Draco dove right into the paradise that was between her thighs. He slipped a few fingers through her slit before driving them inside her. Sucking down on her nub, Granger let out a scream as her climax hit her.
Draco pumped his fingers in and out of her sweet cunt, wanting every last drop she had to give him. Her body continued to tremble. It wasn't until she was pushing his head away that he finally stopped, sitting back on his heels.
He licked his lips as he looked down at his witch, her juices dripping down his chin. She'd held him in place by his hair, so he knew that it would be a wreck, but he didn't care about his appearance. She looked like a damn Goddess splayed out for him. Her curls sticking in every direction and her body flushed.
"Granger, this changes nothing," he assured her as he crawled onto his side of the bed, pulling her body against his chest. "It doesn't matter to me who's blood she shares; Eleanor is still my daughter."
