All of Harry Potter and anything related to it are the sole property of J.K. Rowling.
(Each title is derived from a song that, I believe, complements the overall narrative, if not the individual chapter.)
Hogwarts June 1997
Draco's Point of View
By the 1st of June, Hermione had taken the advancing potion on five separate occasions. Consequently, she found herself to be around thirty-two weeks pregnant, a full fortnight beyond what one might have expected. She had decided she would wait until later in the month to take anymore.
She also appeared to be constantly ravenous, so Jomny had made her granola bars of some sort with nuts, fruit, and a few variations of other things for her to snack on between meals. Food was not the only thing she was craving, so as you can imagine, I was having trouble not walking around with a self-satisfied smirk on my face. 'Thank Salazar for Occlumency,' I found myself thinking on more than one occasion. I supposed I didn't need to keep such meticulous notes, but I liked being aware of every detail of what transpired between us.
I was almost finished with the Polyjuice Potion, and there would be enough for six doses, which I hoped would be enough, as it was the largest quantity I was able to make within the RoR and with the ingredients I was able to obtain.
I had also made some headway on my potion. I had two variants ready for testing. The first variant, which had a Jobberknoll feather gently whisked through it, had taken on a soft green hue that I wasn't happy about. However, the aroma was pleasant, and all tests indicated that it was non-toxic. The second variant appeared visually to be exactly the same as my potion previously had, golden honey, because I had simply decided to add a single drop of Veritaserum. It was my last-ditch effort in a losing battle, but I hoped that batch wouldn't need to be used.
I was expecting Kai to come in and meet me, but instead Goyle lumbered in, appearing decidedly out of his element. I suppose the hostile glare I was directing his way wasn't doing him any favours.
"What do you want?" I demanded as I was bottling up the ugly green potion.
"Kai can't come. He's been saddled with a detention. I'm not certain why, but he told me you need someone to assist you today," he mumbled, his gaze fixed more on his shoes than on me.
"And you thought you'd take it upon yourself to fill in?" I queried, my tone dripping with disbelief.
He nodded but then added, "I've got no clue what happened, but all his friends' got detention with him. And Pansy," he added with a frown. I chuckled a little at that. Pansy had been dating the fourth year for months now, and it made the younger wizard rather appreciative. I didn't see the attraction, but I was glad I didn't have to deal with her anymore. "So, do you need help?" he inquired, making me realise I had been lost in my own thoughts.
"Do you even comprehend what I am doing?" I questioned him, and he shook his head.
"Is this what the Dark Lord wants you to do?" he queried.
"Perhaps," I replied, then smirked at him. "What would you say if I said this was solely for my benefit? Would you scurry off to inform him?"
"Not unless I am forced to," he responded with surprising honesty.
"Alright, I'll give you a chance. I am going to ask you three questions and then give you a potion. Once you take the potion, you focus on those three questions and their answers, and only them. Once you have done so, you should lose the memory. Then we will be changing location for a little while," I informed him.
"Why would you do that?" he queried curiously.
"I'm attempting to figure out how to restore memories," I told him. It was mostly a lie, and yet not completely.
"Okay. What are the questions?" He queried.
"The first is, what day was September 1st?"
He pondered for a moment before responding, "Sunday."
"Correct. The second question is, what is the colour of a newborn unicorn?" His face instantly dropped.
"I don't know," he admitted.
"That's alright, but for the record, it is gold. That won't matter in a few minutes anyway. These are largely inconsequential questions," I informed him.
"And the third?" he prompted.
"For the third, I'm going to share a personal tidbit about myself. Once again, nothing of too much importance," I declared.
"Okay," he responded.
"My first friend was a House Elf," I told him.
"Me too," he confessed, and I frowned at him. I had always assumed he and Crabbe had been joined at the hip from birth. I handed him the potion.
"Remember to focus solely on those questions. Say them out loud now if you need to," I instructed him. He complied with my directive, and then, when he was done, he took the potion and concentrated for the moments it took to remember them.
When he was done, he cast his gaze down at the phial in his hand, a frown creasing his forehead. He extended the small glass container towards me, questioning, "Did it work?" I repeated the questions, and he couldn't remember.
"That is good," I told him. "Come on. Change of location." We exited the RoR, I summoned Jomny, and we followed our usual routines.
"What is this place?" Goyle inquired, his eyes scanning the room.
"My bedroom," I informed him nonchalantly as he picked up the photograph of Hermione and her parents.
"Why do you have this?" he queried, a note of fear creeping into his voice.
"It's her bedroom too," I revealed, purely for the sake of observing his reaction.
"Are you crazy?" He exclaimed in horror.
"Maybe," I admitted with a shrug.
"You're going to get yourself killed! You're going to get me killed!" He blurted out in a panic and then dashed for the door. I watched from the table as he struggled in vain to open it.
"Since that obviously isn't going to work, tell me what you remember from the Room of Requirement." He turned and regarded me with disbelief.
"Sunday. Gold. And you made friends with a House Elf," he retorted, annoyance creeping into his tone.
"Yes!" I crowed in a very un-Slytherin manner, and he frowned further at me. I rose from my seat and began to pace. "Now I merely have to hope those memories remain with you when we leave the room."
"And when will that be?" Goyle queried, his eyes darting around the room, fear still evident in his gaze. "The Dark Lord said he would kill you no matter if you did your job, if he finds out you have been fucking a mud-blood. He said no decent pureblood would do that, but Pansy is convinced you are screwing somebody. She doesn't necessarily think it is Granger anymore, but she doesn't believe you would break up with her unless you were sleeping with somebody else and only because she is saving herself for marriage," he told me. I couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh at the latter part, while I refused to contemplate the former.
"First of all, I was never actually with Pansy. We had a contract that our fathers drew up that said sometime in the future we would get married, and I never had to be faithful to her. Secondly, it was me saying no to her. She sucked me off last year, and it was so dismal that I almost had to fake it after ten fucking boring minutes. I believe my cock blew merely so it could get out of there," I told him, and he laughed but went bright red. I could have sworn Goyle had claimed not to be a virgin, but this level of embarrassment led me to surmise otherwise.
"Goyle, you're not a virgin, are you?" I queried; the lie was evident on his face. His shock was palpable when he blurted out, "Yes."
"I mean, yes. What is happening?" He queried with unease, his gaze darting about the walls and the strange light of the room.
"This room is priceless," I told him. "I refer to it as the Room of Forgotten Truths."
"Is it the room that forgets, or do we?" he inquired, a question that left me pondering whether it was a stroke of intelligence or mere coincidence.
"I can't speak for the room. I don't know if it collects secrets or not, but to tell you the truth, it does feel like it listens sometimes," I confessed.
"And we'll forget?" he pressed.
"Yes, but that is part of my test. I am attempting to concoct a potion that will allow someone to recall what they have forgotten by coming in here, and then I hope they will retain the information once they leave," I explained.
"Sounds hard," he told me.
"Yes," I agreed.
"I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend to you, but you weren't a good friend to me either," he told me out of the blue. I tilted my head to gauge if he would exhibit any embarrassment, but apparently he was quite serious in this. Obviously, he was smarter than I gave him credit for.
"See, there you go again! Simply assuming I am stupid!" he declared, and I exhaled a sigh. The room was playing games with me again.
"I wish I could apologise for that, but the evidence appeared to speak for itself," I told him.
"No! The evidence was that I was told I had to be your lacky exactly one week before I began school, and then I got stuck constantly babysitting that idiot Crabbe," he said angrily. I raised my eyebrows at the outburst.
"I thought you and Crabbe had known each other for years and were best friends?"
"Our families socialised, but I rarely had time for Crabbe when we were younger unless I was told to entertain him. I spent more time with Haywood and Claverdon, but as you're aware, they both went into Ravenclaw. When I was told Crabbe and I were both to be your vassals, I had hoped that you would perceive me as more and want a friend," he said sadly.
"My family holds the titles on your families' lands; of course, you were given over to my care," I said, then frowned at that statement. I really hadn't been doing much to assist him lately, and if I were to be brutally honest, I hadn't done much in the past either. "I'm sorry. You are right. I haven't kept my part of the agreement between our families. I never really understood the significance of it all, and now I find myself questioning whether any of it truly matters," I confessed.
"It matters," he disagreed. "We may live in a feudal system, but it feels right to me. I am aware of who I am supposed to look up to. Who I am supposed to look down on. I am cognizant of the fact that I'll be making sure my family's land gets worked so I can pay yours your tithe, and you will provide protection in times of war. That is how our lives are supposed to work."
"And yet your father is in as deep as mine when it comes to the Dark Lord, and I am equally worthless to you now because of the cursed tattoo on my arm," I told him with shame.
"Is it really cursed?" he inquired carefully.
"I don't know, but it certainly feels like it. I never wanted it, Goyle. I merely wanted to live my spoiled life, never having to contemplate any of the hard stuff," I told him.
"Is that why you are sharing a room with a Muggle-born? Because you wanted things easy?" He questioned with a grin, but I narrowed my eyes at him in anger.
"You had better not be insinuating that Hermione is easy?" I warned him, and his eyes widened at that.
"Salazar, no," he said, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. "I merely meant that is the very opposite of an easy life choice for you. A pureblood prince with very little impurity in your blood. Can you imagine what people would say? Nobody would ever make it easy on either of you."
"Why have we never spoken like this before?" I questioned him.
"You never really wanted us to talk, Draco. If you wanted someone's opinion or a conversation, you would talk to Nott or Zabini. You even talked to Pansy and her friends, but you didn't speak with us," he told me resignedly. I had to ponder over that for a minute, and once again, I realised he was correct. Nott and Zabini I saw as equals, while Crabbe and Goyle were socially below me.
Their families were not invited to as many events as our own because my father spoke for their families and would make any pledges on their behalf. Should the Lords and Ladies of either of those Houses' attend an event, their offspring were relegated to the company of children from lesser families.
In contrast, I was expected to mingle and forge alliances at my parents' sides until such time in the evening when children were deemed superfluous and left to our own devices. That was a time when peers such as Nott, Zabini, Greengrass, and many others, including myself, would socialise as a group, ignoring any child not deemed worthy of us.
"You're right. I'm sorry," I told him, and he appeared surprised by the apology. He was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.
"Come," I beckoned.
"Master," Jomny said when he came inside. "Jomny came to see if Jomny could bring your Lady home?"
"Is there a problem?" I inquired, ignoring Goyle's slack-jawed expression.
"She is quite remarkable, Master," he said, impressed by her, and I grinned at his enthusiasm. "As you know, she is studying in the library while you do your work here. She has a habit of reading while she is walking and giving Jomny quite a turn at times, but she never runs into anything or trips. Her focus is very entertaining; she seems to easily ignore any noise or distraction as she immerses herself in the words she is reading."
"Unfortunately, some of the younger Ravenclaws are quite jealous of her and tried to play some cruel jokes. Luckily, she wandlessly deflected a stinging hex that was aimed at her and avoided a chair pushed in front of her with the purpose of tripping her as she walked while reading. She finally put the book calmly down on the table, turned on the young bullies, and said coolly, 'if you are not Ravenclaws enough to actually study, leave!'"
"I made sure they felt a strong compulsion to do as she ordered. The rest of the students looked quite intimidated by her ease with magic without seeming to look up from her book. They quickly went back to their work when she glared at them. Then she picked up her book and resumed her reading as if nothing had happened."
"She did wandless magic?" Goyle questioned in astonishment.
"That's my witch," I proclaimed with a proud grin. I was aware of the exact glare she would have given them, and it could be intimidating. "Is she alright now?" I inquired, then, recalling his original question.
"She has fallen asleep, and Jomny has a ward alert around her, but Jomny believes she would be much more comfortable in her bed," Jomny told me. I considered Goyle for a moment, but there was nothing else to do, and he really would forget all of this.
"Okay, yes, please return her and bring any books she may be using," I instructed him.
"Yes, Master," he agreed, and turned and opened the door. Goyle chose to attempt to leave but bounced off an invisible shield I hadn't known was there.
"That's new," I commented, peering down at him. He gave me a chagrined expression from his position on the floor.
"Not at all, Master. It is what keeps the door shut for those half-hours after someone first enters. Just enough time for a negotiation, Jomny would guess," Jomny responded, not at all concerned. Jomny left, and I shut the door again while Goyle walked over and sat at the table.
"This is not good, Draco. Your House Elf is calling her your lady, and that would only be true after one of two things." As if to underscore his point, a sleeping Hermione was levitated through the door, her stomach swelling as it always did. I swore Goyle's eyes grew equally as wide. Jomny placed her on the bed, but I went over and pulled the blanket up and kissed her forehead. She shifted a little, but otherwise continued to sleep. I put my finger to my lips, so Goyle understood to remain silent. He nodded and turned his attention to the bookcase.
"How much longer?" I whispered to Jomny.
"Twelve minutes, Master," he told me, and I sighed. I had hoped it wouldn't be that long. I was certain Hermione wouldn't like being seen by Goyle like this. I went and sat at the table with Goyle, yet my gaze was invariably drawn to her. She was so beautiful and peaceful, but I did ponder what she had done to make herself so tired. Then my gaze flickered to Jomny, who, surprisingly, hadn't left and was merely standing against the door like a diminutive guard.
"How many flights of stairs did she convince you to let her climb?" I whispered.
He bore a somewhat guilty expression as he confessed, "Two sets. But Jomny believes that the walking around the library was more tiring, and she kept climbing up and down ladders instead of using magic to summon the books. She also did that impressive feat of wandless magic." The little fellow was quite smitten with his new Lady, a sentiment I could fully relate to. I turned to find Goyle watching us. To my surprise, he smiled at me.
"It was the day she Muggle-punched you, wasn't it?" He questioned and then held his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. "What did she call you? A foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach," he recalled, snickering into his hand again. She truly was sexy when infuriated, in my opinion. And I was definitely wrong about Goyle. He really had attempted to be my friend.
"I will do better, Goyle. You won't remember any of this later, which is for the best now, but I will strive to be a better friend to you. If I can," I promised, feeling better than I had in a long time about anyone from Slytherin House.
"I hope so. We may not have been best friends, but I really did always want to be your friend, Draco." I merely nodded, and we went back to waiting. I was reluctant to leave her alone again, but I had to find out if the potion had worked. Thankfully, I was only gone a few minutes. Regrettably, the potion still hadn't worked as I hoped.
I was seated at the table working on notes for my various projects when she woke up over an hour later. She sat up, appearing somewhat disoriented, to find herself here.
"Jomny informed me you were asleep in the library. I had him bring you here," I informed her.
"Oh," she responded, pushing her hair back from her face.
""Do you need anything?" I inquired. She grimaced and nodded.
"Bathroom," she stated simply. I merely nodded at that and went over to help her up. I then handed her the wand that Jomny had put on the bedside table. "Maybe a bath when I get back. My back is killing me," she told me.
"Alright," I agreed. She exited the room, and I had Jomny come fill the tub. He used my sandalwood soap this time, as she appeared to favour that the most. I must admit that I liked her carrying any scent I shared.
"Shall I bring dinner here tonight, Master?" he inquired as the door was reopening.
"Hermione? Would you like dinner here tonight?" I inquired of her.
"Yes, please," she responded, her voice still laced with fatigue, which caused me to frown. Once Jomny had left, I helped her undress and get into the tub. Then, fully aware that she would want me in there too, I quickly got undressed. However, I didn't immediately get in because I wanted to wash her hair.
Jomny had left some warmed water jugs by the tub, and I used one to pour water carefully through her hair. Then, I picked up my shampoo and massaged it into her scalp. She gave a little sigh of contentment. I used more water to rinse it and then applied the conditioner I had requested Jomny buy to attempt to tame some of her curls. I absolutely adored how wild her hair was, but she had a tendency to be rough when brushing the knots out. This conditioner was supposed to help prevent the knotting of curly hair. She was on the verge of sleep again when I was done, so I pulled her back against me once I was settled into the tub behind her.
"No more climbing ladders," I whispered to her, but she merely made a little sound that I couldn't quite discern as agreement or simply an acknowledgement of hearing my voice. I was glad I had grabbed a book because she did fall asleep again and slept for a solid half hour before waking again.
"I'm sorry," she apologised, but she sounded more awake this time.
"I wasn't bothered," I told her honestly. "Are you ready to get out?" At her nod, I stepped out and then made certain to steady her as she got out. I handed her a towel, and she did the most fascinating female thing of turning upside down and wrapping her hair in it. I was somewhat at a loss as to how she kept it all balanced on her head, but I had seen her do it a number of times now, and it never ceased to amaze me. I handed her another towel that she wrapped around herself, and I wrapped one around my waist.
"I was enjoying that view," she said playfully, so I dropped the towel again, and she laughed.
"Let's get you dry," I said, unwrapping her, but I really did begin to help her dry off. She couldn't bend down easily anymore, so drying her legs had become a chore for her. I, on the other hand, loved any excuse to get my hands on her. On my knees always put me in a great position, and I darted forward and gave a lick up her slit. She hissed and put her hands on my head to steady herself.
"Are you planning on making love to me now?" She inquired, gazing down at me with a grin.
"Absolutely," I told her. We had a while before dinner and no classes to get to, and hopefully nobody should be around to come to our door. It appeared to be the perfect time to me.
"I think I would like that," she agreed.
"Not still too tired?" I queried, quickly using her towel to dry myself.
"Nope, wide awake," she said with a grin.
"Alright," I said, taking her hand to lead her to the bed and then assist her up. It really was getting to be a struggle. I couldn't believe she was only going to get larger, but I kept that thought to myself. Besides, I found her incredibly sexy, even pregnant. Maybe even especially like that.
"How do you want me?" she inquired innocently, and I had to grin. I comprehended exactly what she meant by it, but of course my brain came up with so many ways I wanted her. Still, missionary was almost impossible now.
"On your left side," I told her. She got herself comfortable that way while I got the pillow ready. I helped her lift her leg so I could place it between her knees. "Comfortable?" I inquired.
"I should have taken the towel off my head, but I forgot," she confessed. I chucked and helped her take it off, then brushed her hair up over her pillow. "Now my pillow will be wet," she said with annoyance.
"I'll have Jomny bring a new one," I assured her. She merely nodded, turned her head, and reached up to pull me down for a kiss. Kissing her was still one of my favourite things. Sometimes I thought I would wake up and find all of this had been one long, really involved fantasy. I reached down and played with the breast I could most easily access, making her moan.
"Changed my mind," I told her. "Roll over for a bit." She did so without complaint and then moaned as I licked at her nipples. I kissed her all over and then reached down to ascertain if she was getting wet. Fuck yes, I thought as I stroked her. I was aware she didn't find her back comfortable for long these days, so I had her roll to her side again. I moved around the bed so I could lay in front of her, and she grinned at me. "Want to give my cock a kiss, Love?" I drawled with an anticipatory smirk.
"Absolutely," she agreed, and the piece of anatomy bobbed happily at her. I helped her move down the bed a bit before I laid so my cock was up by her head. She took me in her warm, wet mouth, and I used my mouth and fingers on her. I loved how it felt as she moaned around me. I was getting close all too soon, but I wasn't ready for that yet, and so withdrew from her again. Her gaze, filled with dismay and brimming with desire, met mine as I rose to my feet, which had me chuckling in satisfaction. I was about to walk around to my side when I changed my mind again and crawled back onto the mattress.
"Just had a brilliant idea," I told her, and pulled her up to her knees.
"Uh-oh," she uttered, yet grinned at me.
"Uh-oh?" I echoed, my curiosity piqued even as I held her side-on to my chest.
"Sometimes, when you have ideas, things I am not sure I like happen," she told me.
"Really?" I questioned, my voice thick with my own desire and my fingers already gliding over her body with the intent of stroking her wet pussy. "Is this one of those things?" I murmured to her, and she shook her head. I inserted two fingers, and she had to shift her knees a bit to accommodate them. "This?" I pressed as I pumped them slowly in and out.
"No," she said breathily, and she leaned her head against my shoulder. I moved my other hand down and began to caress her arse.
"What about this?" I queried.
"Getting closer," she said with an amused laugh.
"I see I can't hide my intentions from you," I said, kissing the top of her forehead.
"Sometimes you can," she disagreed on a sigh. I grinned.
"Lean up for a second," I said, but I didn't remove my fingers from her; merely used my free hand to reach under my pillow for the lube I had put there earlier.
"Maybe not," she said with a small chuckle.
"Not so much of mystery anymore," I joked too.
"I think you will always be a mystery to me," she disagreed. I removed my other hand from her so I could coat both my hands in the cream.
"Can I?" I inquired. She still appeared hesitant, but nodded. I got back in place and began on her front again. Her pussy felt as tight and wet as I loved it to be. She laid her head back against my shoulder so that she didn't have to support all her weight herself. When she was purring again, I reached down and slowly inserted one finger into her arsehole. Her breath caught for a second, and I recognised she still wasn't comfortable with this, but she wasn't tense, so I was able to move the digit in and out.
After a solid minute, I added a second, and she gasped at the extra stretch, but I had done this a few times now, and she quickly got used to it. I pumped both back and front while rubbing her nub with my thumb and occasionally scissored my fingers in her arse, stretching her even more. She began to cry out and then clamped down on both hands in an orgasm, making a thrill shoot through me.
Once her shuddering stopped, I helped her lay back down. I got behind her and rubbed my cock against her opening, which had her moaning again, but it wasn't what I wanted this time. I had needed this for what felt like so long now, but she hadn't felt comfortable.
"Please say yes, Hermione," I whispered in her ear and kissed her neck. I could see her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. "I want my cock in your arse with the utmost desperation. I want to know that my cum has been in every part of you," I told her, and she shivered.
"Maybe just a little," she agreed, and I felt that thrill shoot through me again. She had never agreed before. I quickly got some of the lube and coated my cock in it. It was supposed to stop the spread of germs while also adding a stimulating agent. I kissed her neck and shoulder again and then lifted her leg higher over mine. I still rubbed my cock over her pussy for a bit, ensuring she was purring.
When she was, I took my cock in hand and aimed it at her arsehole. I watched as the tip disappeared, and merely that had my head throwing back in pleasure, but I bit my lip hard to stop myself from cumming yet. I reached around with my hand and began to rub her nub again. Once the pleasure intensified, I felt her relax, and I was able to push in a bit further. It felt like a glove holding me too tightly, yet I wasn't inside her anywhere near as deeply as normal. I had to pull back before I could push in a little further, yet she moaned a little louder and pushed back against me, forcing more of my cock to sink into her arse.
"How does that feel?" I questioned her, my voice a whisper heavy with my own lust.
"Strange," she responded.
"Unpleasant?" I murmured in a soft question.
She was quiet for a few long seconds, then whispered, "No."
"I love loving you, Hermione," I told her as I began to move a bit more. She moaned as a response. "Touch yourself for me, Hermione. Help me give you pleasure," I told her. Her hand clenched on her hip, but she didn't move it.
"I'll help you," I told her as I fucked her arse as slowly as I could. She gave a small nod, and I picked up her hand and guided it between her own legs. "Can you put a finger inside your pussy for me?" I urged gently, coaxing her to do as I bid, and she gave another of those shivers. I moved my hand over the top of hers and pushed my finger down so that we both had a finger inside.
"You are so warm, Hermione," I told her, and she moaned again. "Now move it in and out," I told her, and she did with great reluctance. "That's it," I encouraged her. I was aware I was once again being a bastard, but I was simply consumed by the desire to be able to lean back so I could observe my cock going in and out of her arse.
"Keep going, and when you feel ready, begin rubbing the nub too," I told her. She merely made a noise, which I took for agreement. I moved my hand away from hers but rested it on her hip. I could see like this, and the view was fucking amazing. Her arse was gripping me so tight.
"I'm going to speed up now. I want you to do the same," I told her. She said nothing. I pondered whether I should cease, but I was uncertain if I could unless she said the actual words. I pulled back a bit more, and my eyes rolled into my head again, and then I pushed back in, and she moaned, making me smile.
"You are so fucking beautiful," I told her, then began moving faster and hoped that was alright. She gasped and then began to moan louder again, panting continuously. I was moaning too, the base of my spine tingling with pleasure, and then my orgasm was upon me, and I pumped all that white cum up into her arse and was aware it still wasn't enough.
I felt crazed again. I needed to mark her. I pulled out, used some of the lube to clean myself, and then shoved into her pussy, making her gasp again. I had no idea when she had moved her hand, but it didn't matter now. I pumped and pumped and pumped, my eyes rolling back in my head, and then her pussy began to grip me so tightly in ripples of her own orgasm, and I came again, shooting cum deep inside her, and the mere knowledge that my cum had gotten her pregnant had me cum a third time. I was beginning to believe there was something wrong with me because even as I finished that time, I hardened again. I pulled out of her and rolled her on to her back.
She regarded me with confusion, but I began pumping my cock by hand, and she watched, once again appearing utterly fascinated. I needed to show her how much I loved her gazing at me like that, so I leaned down to kiss her passionately. She buried her hands in my hair and kissed me back with equal ferocity until I came again, and she felt it raining down over her breasts and belly. She let me go so she could view the result and then smiled at me with a touch of amusement but predominantly filled with love. Once again, I had the compulsion to rub it all over her and gave into it. Once that was done, she dragged me back down so I could kiss her again, my chest against hers.
"I love you so much, and I love you loving me, too," she told me when I lifted my head. I smiled and had to kiss her again, making her sigh. I still barely felt in control. I could still feel the craze, but further under the surface. And then she laughed.
"What?" I inquired, watching her smiling face.
"Aiden is awake and seems to be in a good mood," she told me. I cast my eyes down at her cum shiny belly and could perceive something pushing the skin outward. I leaned down and kissed it before wrapping my arms around both of them.
"Hello Aiden," I said, and then laid my head against her belly lightly and listened to a fast heartbeat as she stroked her fingers through my hair in contentment. I yearned with such fervour to hold them both, and I realised this was part of the craze, the desperation. My time was running out, and I never wanted to let them go.
Hermione's Point of View
The next morning, I made my way to the Great Hall for breakfast to see Luna, Ron, Harry, and Ginny coming down the stairs. I smiled to see Harry and Ginny holding hands.
"Good morning," I said as they all walked towards me.
"Mione," Ron said with surprising enthusiasm. He threw himself towards me and pulled me into a quick hug. Before I had a chance to be surprised by the action, he cried out in something like pain, dropping to the floor. Harry and Ginny both laughed, thinking he was playing at something, but I just looked down at him in confusion. When I looked up, Luna had a peculiar look on her face but remained silent.
"Are you alright, Ron?" I inquired and reached out a hand to help him up, but he backed away from me.
"What kind of perfume do you wear?" he asked in horror. I stood back up in shock at the strange tone.
"None," I told him truthfully, completely baffled. Ginny, Harry, and Luna came to a stop beside us, and Ron scrambled to his feet and took a step back.
"Not again," I heard Harry mutter, and he ran a hand through his black, unruly hair as if uncomfortable.
"Not what?" I asked him and then noticed a few other boys giving me strange looks as they passed to go into the Great Hall.
"I think those potions Madam Pomphrey is giving you to get better are doing something odd. Just being around you makes me feel like I could get my arse kicked," Harry told me.
"By me?" I asked with amusement, but he just looked thoughtful.
"No," he ended up saying. "I can't explain it, but there is…" he trailed off, as if he had no idea how to put it.
"Ron?" I asked him, and his blue eyes widened just from me saying his name.
"You, ah... you should maybe..." Ron started and then turned and walked away, leaving me completely baffled.
"Ron, wait up," Harry called to his retreating back, then he kissed Ginny on the cheek. "Think I'll take Ron to have breakfast in the kitchen. I wouldn't mind seeing Dobby anyway," Harry said, then walked away as well.
"Come on, Hermione," Luna said, putting her arm through mine and another through Ginny's.
"That was strange, right?" I asked her.
"Even by my standard," she quipped, and the three of us laughed.
"Maybe the boys are right about those potions," Ginny replied as we reached the table. "Perhaps you should speak with Madam Pomphrey." And strangely, most of the boys we walked past either gave me horrified looks or left the room too. The problem with Ginny's suggestion was that I hadn't taken a potion today. Well, I didn't think so. When we sat, I checked my journal, knowing I would write something like that down, but there was nothing about anything like that written there. Just a note telling myself that I wanted to look at a particular book today.
We spent a pleasant half hour eating our delicious breakfasts; I had oatmeal with fruit, nuts, and seeds and just a drizzle of honey and a glass of chocolate milk that I usually wouldn't indulge in but seemed to be craving the flavour lately. A substantial group of witches sat at one end of the long wooden table with us, while the boys ended up at the other end. All of us girls were chatting animatedly and giggling, while the boys seemed considerably more subdued.
Still, it was surprisingly nice, and even Parvati and Lavender were being nice to me. Not that they ever weren't civil, but it was almost like we all, all the girls sitting together, had been friends for years, and there was an ease and acceptance between us. I felt strangely safe within the group, as if nothing could harm us in this moment. Luna kept looking around with the most fascinated look on her face and would smile at me when I caught her eye. We were all just finishing our breakfast, wiping our mouths with napkins, and sipping our drinks when the post arrived, bringing us letters and packages from home.
An owl landed carefully in front of me to drop a heavy package down, and my happy mood evaporated at once. Even without opening it, I could see what it was.
"Family Law," Ginny read upside down and then looked up at me. "What is that?" she asked. I picked the package of papers up carefully and slid them into my bag.
"Something my parents need me to sign," I said, sounding surprisingly normal, but I had a great pit in my stomach, and I wished I hadn't eaten anything at all. I stood and slung my bag across my shoulder. "I think I will go for a walk," I told them all. Luna was looking at me again, but she almost had no expression at all, which looked wrong on her face.
"We could come with you," Ginny offered, and all the listening witches nodded in agreement. I managed to smile at them.
"You have class," I reminded Ginny.
"Drat," she said with feeling. I nodded at her with a smile I hoped she couldn't see was insincere.
"See you all later," I told everyone, and everyone said goodbye back. I made it as far as the doorway before I had to take a huge calming breath, but I refused to panic or cry. I got myself together and headed out into the sunshine. It wasn't exactly warm yet, but the sky was clear and bright, and I could tell the day had the potential to be a lovely one. The sun felt nice on my face. I kept walking until I came to the lake and saw the giant squid. It must have agreed with me because it was lying on the surface, looking very content.
I thought about sitting, but I felt too restless and kind of just swayed from foot to foot as I watched the ripples across the water and the scenery around me. I was hoping that being out here would take away this feeling I had inside of me. I put my hands on my flat stomach and hated in that moment that these clothes hid what was there. I let out another shaky breath, and suddenly I was crying. Not loudly, but the tears were pouring down my cheeks, and I knew I couldn't stop them.
Giving Aiden away had seemed so much easier when he wasn't real to me. But since then, I had fallen in love with my baby, and he was more than just a mistake that had happened to me. I wished selfishly that I could have Draco with me now to hold me, but I knew that wasn't possible, so I just had to be content to wrap my arms around myself. It wasn't enough, but I refused to put Aiden or Draco in danger just because I was having a moment of self-pity. I tried to comfort myself with the knowledge that Aiden was going to be safe with my parents, but it all felt so wrong to me now. I felt him move inside me, and I placed my hands back on my flat-looking belly, and I wanted to scream.
"My Lady," Jomny's voice said suddenly but gently from behind me.
"Yes, Jomny," I answered as evenly as I could, but couldn't turn to look at him yet.
"Jomny has your coat. You forgot it," he told me, and I looked down at my arms and only then realised I was only wearing my school robes.
"Oh, thank you," I said, and then turned to take it from him. He looked sadly at my face but made no comment. I put it on and realised I was a bit chilled from the early morning air.
"Can Jomny be taking you inside now?" he asked me. I wanted so much to go back to our room, but I knew Draco planned on using it again today. I closed my eyes for a minute, letting the slight warmth of the sun give me strength. I swallowed again but managed to find the calm I needed to keep going.
"I need to go to the library, yes," I told him finally. I really had so much more research to do. I had found little in the way of reversing an Obliviation, but I was confident I knew how far I needed to take it. It wasn't only the Obliviation spell I was studying, though. I had so much I needed to know before Harry, Ron, and I needed to set out and find the Horcruxes. I hoped that Harry and Dumbledore would be able to discover a pattern between them, something that would point us in the right direction, because right now I just wanted it all done sooner rather than later. Thankfully, Professor Dumbledore had given me a couple books on the subject to study from his private collection.
Later that afternoon, I was summoned to the old wizard's office for the most embarrassing conversation of my life. It seemed Draco and I, or, as Professor Dumbledore put it, my 'beau' and I, had been engaging in a ritual that was very disconcerting and disruptive to the male population of the school.
What made the conversation worse was that the Headmaster had to explain exactly what the ritual was because he hadn't been able to find a written copy of it in the school. I was mortified when I heard the details, not understanding how I could do something like he had explained. In a very real sense, I still felt like a virgin when the opposite was plain for me to see. I had to promise to stop doing this thing that I had never even contemplated in my life, as far as I was concerned, with flaming cheeks, and Professor Dumbledore had looked just as embarrassed.
Draco's Point of View
""Blimey, your…" Kai's voice trailed off as memories came back, and I raised a superior eyebrow at him, cognizant of exactly what he was going to say.
"Shall I punch you again?" I inquired condescendingly. He merely shook his head. "Do you remember the questions from the Room of Requirement?"
"Yes," he answered at once.
"And the answers were?"
"Purple, three-headed dog, and your grandfather," he relayed to me.
"Correct," I agreed.
"What now?" he questioned me.
"Same as usual. You sit and remain silent while I make notes," I told him with nonchalance. The opposite was true, however. I hated that I had to wait this half hour with a person I had come to realise I didn't like very much. I could discern now why he and Pansy were getting along so well. They were both petty and mean-spirited, and while he didn't appear to care about blood purity, he had no problem using those values to elevate his own status in life. What irked me was that once, not too long ago, I would have admired those traits in the younger wizard.
"What's it like?" Kai blurted out, staring at the bed.
"Shut. Up!" I growled at him, and he flinched. I really wished I could have done this test with Goyle again, but he had a class this morning. Kai paced around the room again but kept peering at the bed in fascination.
"It is a bed, Kai. I'm certain you have seen one before," I said with annoyance, even as I wrote notes. Regrettably, I didn't have enough that needed to be written down to distract me from him.
"Yeah, but you get to fuck her right," he said, and then quickly stepped back into a wall when I stood with a furious growl.
"Unless you want to die, you will Stop. Fucking. Talking," I warned him, barely managing to restrain myself. His eyes dropped to my covered sleeve, and he shivered. It was evident he took my words seriously. Oddly enough, I was fully aware that I could very well end his life at this moment if he dared to utter another word about Hermione. A knock sounded on the door.
"Come," I barked louder than I meant to while still staring down the other wizard.
"Master, your Lady is upset," Jomny informed me once he was inside the room, and I winced.
"What has happened?" I inquired, managing to tear my eyes from the idiot clutching the wall and focus on the House Elf. I also managed to sit myself back down.
"Jomny is unsure, Master," he confessed, and wrung his skinny hands a little in worry. "She was happy until the mail came." I frowned, at a loss for what to make of that.
"Where is she now?" I inquired.
"Out by the lake. She has forgotten her coat," he told me. I rose and went to her trunk. Opening it, I found the item of clothing easily and glanced up to find Kai watching me as if I were doing something fascinating.
"Jomny. Do me a favour and put a barrier between Mr. Borgin and myself. I am rather eager to ascertain if my potion has worked correctly before I kill him," I said with almost bored calmness, but Kai appeared terrified. I bared my teeth at him in a feral grin, making his green eyes widen further. I had plans of Obliviating Kai today, regardless of my findings.
"Of course, Master," Jomny responded without concern at my tone and did as I bid. I handed over the coat.
"Please keep an eye on her, and if things get worse, come get me at once," I told him.
"Of course, Master," he repeated, and then left. Kai moved then, putting his hand to the barrier and visibly relaxing at finding it there. I barely got through the rest of that time with my sanity intact after all the things Kai said and speculated on. Jomny returned with the blindfold, and we quickly left the room. I was glad the smirk on Kai's face, which he had worn since he became convinced I wouldn't actually hurt him, disappeared as soon as we stepped beyond the door.
I had made certain to write all he said down and kept my diary out and in my hand so I could view what I had written. Jomny popped us back up to the seventh floor, and I had my wand out at once. I threw Kai hard against the wall next to the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy attempting to teach trolls ballet and pinned him there, ensuring his head collided with the wall with a satisfying smack. Kai cried out in pain.
"Jomny. Remove his blindfold, please," I commanded the little House Elf. With a snap of his fingers, the blindfold simply vanished. He then disappeared to attend to his Lady.
"What in Salazar's name, Draco?!" Kai protested as he struggled in vain.
"What do you recall?" I growled.
"About what?" he yelled in frustration.
"Do you remember the answers?" I questioned my patience wearing thin. He thought for a moment, and then his eyes brightened and he nodded.
"You asked me questions in the Room of Requirement and gave me a potion to erase them," he told me.
"And the answers are?" I queried.
"Hagpipes are purple, a Cerberus is a three-headed dog, and your grandfather was a friend of old Slughorn," he told me.
"Good," I exhaled, a note of relief colouring my tone. "Good," I repeated. Then I glanced back at him. "What else do you remember about today, Kai?" The edge in my voice was unmistakably dangerous; his dilating pupils confirmed he perceived the threat as well.
"What did I do?!" he inquired, a tremor of dread in his voice, and began to struggle again. "I promise, Draco, I didn't mean it."
"Mean what?" I queried, taking a step forward and lamenting my lack of Legilimency right now as I watched his Slytherin green eyes.
"Nothing. I mean, I don't know. I don't know what is happening," he said, and his countenance was so fraught with alarm that I believed him.
"Good," I said again, and released him. He fell to his knees and peered up at me in confusion. I pulled the agreed number of Galleons out of my money pouch and tossed them to him. He frowned again but picked them up.
"I really am sorry if I did something to piss you off, Draco," Kai said, getting to his feet and rubbing the back of his head.
"Think nothing of it," I told him easily, and he appeared to relax. He nodded and turned to walk down the hall. "Obliviate," I said to his back, getting rid of any memory he had that could relate to Hermione and me. He stopped for a moment and cast a glance back at me, his hand going to his head once again.
"Sorry that batch gave you a headache, Kai," I told him. "Madam Pomphrey should be able to give you a pain relief potion. Merely keep in mind not to mention what we are doing up here. I don't have to tell you who would be upset if people were to find out." He simply nodded again and continued on his way.
I watched him leave and then decided a brief detour into the library to check on Hermione was needed. She appeared to be as engrossed in her work as usual, so I went back to the Room of Requirement to tend to the Polyjuice Potion. I also concocted a few additional potions that she might require for her adventure. I was likely being overly cautious with them, but I wanted her to be as safe as possible.
When I got back to our room later that afternoon, I was met with the sight of Hermione pacing restlessly, clad in nothing but her underwear, and rubbing her large stomach continuously. I shut the door hastily and placed the chair under the latch.
"Is he alright?" I inquired at once.
"He's fine. I just want to burn my clothes, so I never have to wear them again," she responded as she continued her pacing and belly-rubbing.
"Is there something wrong with them?" I questioned, my brow furrowing.
"Yes!" she snapped. "They hide him." And then she burst into tears. I raced over and pulled her into my arms. "Sorry," she said against my chest, taking a calming breath. Then uttered out unconvincingly, "I'm fine now."
"That's perfectly fine. I like holding you," I reassured her, my hands soothingly tracing up and down her back. She held me tightly back and took repeated shuddering breaths.
"I need to ask you something," she whispered, embarrassment entering her voice.
"Anything," I assured her, sincerity lacing my word.
"You know that thing you have done?" She questioned, and I had no clue what she referred to, there being so many things.
"What thing is that?"
"That thing where you… where you…" she turned her head and mumbled into my chest, leaving me none the wiser about her inquiry.
"Come sit down, Love," I said, pulling her over to the bed. I was glad when she didn't protest and laid down on her pillow. I positioned myself beside her and rested my hand on her abdomen, mirroring her earlier actions by tenderly caressing the swell. "Now, what was your question?" I queried, studying her shy brown eyes.
"You... I asked you to..." I chuckled because I couldn't believe how uncomfortable she was still with talking about sex when we weren't having it.
"Do you mean when you requested I show you what happens when I pleasure myself?" I inquired, taking it easier on her.
"Yes," she said in relief.
"What did you want to know?" I queried.
"Do you happen to remember what you were thinking at the time?" she inquired. I frowned and shook my head. "Any chance you were... ah... that you wanted to protect me from other wizards?" She queried, appearing truly curious.
"I always want that," I told her, and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
"Any chance you wanted certain people to know that I am unavailable?" she queried, an embarrassed smile playing on her lips.
"What are you getting at, Love?" I pressed. When she told me, I laughed uproariously.
"It's not funny," she said, slapping at my arm, but I dragged her closer, so the violent witch had her hands trapped against me as I hugged her tightly.
"Are you joking? I wasn't even there, yet I can envision the expression on the old wizard's face as he described that to you," I remarked, still amused.
"It was mortifying, and it took an embarrassingly long time to get to the point because I had no clue what he was talking about," she said with renewed embarrassment.
"So, are you saying it worked? This ritual?" I inquired of her.
"Both times," she confirmed with a nod. "Strangest thing is, and Professor Dumbledore himself didn't know about this part, but it draws witches together. It was like, in that moment, that if one of us was threatened, that threat would have been met with the whole force of a group of witches. It was incredibly empowering now that I think on it."
"Makes sense, I suppose. Leaving witches by themselves in times of conflict, with children and homes to protect, would have been a hard thing to do. Using a ritual that not only kept wizards with designs on said witches away, while also bonding the witches together into an uncomplicated coven," I said and then shivered at the might of that idea. A reason existed for why covens had become taboo and definitely discouraged as a religion. Witches in a bonded coven were terrifying; the stories of Morgana LeFay and others like her were legend for a reason.
"Sounds sexist too, if you think about it on another level," she added. I couldn't grasp her perspective, so didn't respond. She sighed happily against me, her body relaxing further.
"So, how can you be certain that the ritual had an effect on the wizards? Apart from Dumbledore's word, of course?" I queried.
"None of them could stand to be around me, and then this morning, R..." she stopped suddenly, and I had to pull back to observe her biting her lip hard in an effort to keep silent. She was shaking a little, and I speculated if this was how I appeared whenever I hadn't wanted to say anything. Unlike her, I was not kind enough not to push.
"What happened this morning?" I questioned, and she gasped, then glared at me angrily.
"I caused Ron pain," she told me crossly, and I pondered over why she hadn't wanted to tell me that.
"What exactly happened?" I demanded, taking my arm out from under her and sitting back on my knees. Jealousy was building in me, and she hadn't even said anything.
"He hugged me," she said, appearing ashamed, and I was glad. The Weasel should not be touching her. Before I even realised my intentions, I was ripping her knickers down her legs. "What are you doing?" she uttered in shock, but I was shaking in anger and jealousy.
"You are mine, Hermione," I said angrily as I undid the button on my trousers and shoved everything down merely enough to free my cock. I got between her legs and said, "Nobody touches you." And then shoved my cock inside her, making her gasp. She was wet, but not wet enough. "I need you to say it," I demanded, merely sitting there buried deeply in her pussy. "Say you are mine."
"I am yours, Draco Malfoy," she responded without hesitation.
"Good," I said, and I went to move, but she managed to lean up and stop me with a hand on my chest.
"Are you mine?" she queried.
"I am all yours, Hermione Granger. I would let you keep me forever if you wanted me," I told her.
"I do. I do want you forever," she said, and then she reached up and pulled my head down to hers so I could kiss her. It was hard to do over her belly, but I needed to kiss her with such a fierce desperation that I made it work. She laid back down then and smiled at me. "Now you can move," she said imperiously, and I chuckled. I leaned back on my knees so I could observe my cock buried deep in her, and groaned.
"I will never get tired of witnessing this," I told her.
"Draco, my love, if you do not start moving, I am not going to be responsible for my actions," she told me seriously. I grinned and pulled back incredibly slowly, in punishment and merely to observe her face. She narrowed her eyes at me, and I chuckled again. Then I pushed in hard again, and she gasped, closing her eyes. I pumped in earnest then. I truly needed for her to understand that no other wizard was to ever even think he could do this with her.
"You are mine," I felt the need to say again, but she was too busy to really listen to me now. I cast my gaze downward and watched my cock moving in and out of her pussy, brown and blonde curls blending together, and I went faster and harder until I had to throw my head back and let out something like a scream myself, her channel squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. "You are fucking perfect," I told her when I still had little spikes of pleasure shooting through me and up my spine.
"Funny," she said breathily as she gazed back up at me. "I was thinking the same thing about you." I pulled out only because I had to, so I could spoon her again. When I was lying down behind her, I wished I had taken the time to undress, but I didn't want to let go of her long enough to do that yet.
We lay quietly for a long time, and I thought she had fallen asleep when she said into the silence, "I got a parcel today."
"Yes?" I queried, pondering if this was the one Jomny had mentioned upset her.
"It's the adoption papers," she whispered, the pain in her voice unmistakable. I found myself at a loss for words as a hollow sickness filled me. All I could do was pull her closer, and placed my hand over Aiden protectively too.
Author's notes: - ARandomGirlInRavenclaw, ForsakenKalika, RisingElpis and Mishi Nagano. Thank you for your continued support by reading my story.