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Authors note- I love sad, angsty fics. This one is no exception. The plot bunnies were multiplying as I
finished this. I intended for it to be a
one shot, and it is good by itself. But
there is some room for a second, and possibly a third. We�ll see.
A lot of it will depend on how much feedback I get from this story. If I get enough comments and requests, I
might. J

Thanks to Arlene for once again
being a great beta.

Dedicated to everyone at the DracoHermioneCommunity.
You guys rock! You supply with so
many great rec�s that I don�t know how I find time to
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Rated NC-17 for sex between
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Hermione
had wrapped her ankles around Draco�s ass as she tried to force every inch of
his cock into herself. She lifted her
hips, meeting his with every thrust.

Draco, on
the other hand was trying to slow down.
He wanted this to last. He had to
make her cum first. If he came before
she did, he�d never hear the end of it.
She was doing a great job of trying to make him loose control, too. She ran her fingers against his back in the
way that always made him shiver, and he knew that unless he pulled some new
trick, she would win.

He quickly
pulled out of her wetness, and in one fluid movement he flipped her over so
that she was on all fours. He grabbed
her hips in both hands and slid into her.
Using his hands as leverage, he began to pound away at her from
behind. She started to moan in the way
that he loved, but he knew that now it wouldn�t be so easy for her. Her hips began to push back into his, meeting
his thrusts. Draco reached one hand down
to finger her swollen nub and got his desired response. She moaned loudly and called out his
name. He grinned as he gently pinched
her center in between his thumb and first finger. Another moan and he knew that she was
close.

His thumb
was now drenched with her juices, and he got a great idea. He slowly inserted it into her waiting
puckered hole. That was the last straw
in their private battle, and he won.

Hermione
began to shudder, her orgasm violently overtaking her. She screamed his name as her insides spasm
around his cock. He grabbed her hips and
thrust deeply now. They both loved it
when he fucked her hard as she came. It
was only a few strokes later when he met his release. He too called out her name. He collapsed on her back for just a moment,
trying to gather his senses. Both of
them were covered in that fine sheen of sweat that can only be produced after
great sex.

They both
willed their breathing to return to normal, and he slowly pulled himself out of
her. Both of them whimpered at the loss
of the most intimate contacts.

He fell
backwards onto the floor, and she immediately curled up next to him.

�I guess
you win again. But don�t get too cocky
now. You�re only up on me by two.� Hermione said, her breathing not quite back
to normal yet.

�Hey, I�m
just trying to prove a point. I can push
every single one of your buttons.� Draco
chuckled at the woman he loved. He
wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer.

In
response, she threw a leg over his, and draped one arm across his chest. Her fingers began to trace lazy circles in
the patch of fine blond chest hair that lay in between two of the nicest
pectoral muscles known to man.

Hermione
laughed in defeat. �Yeah, but you
cheated! You know that position does it
to me every time.�

They were
both silent, enjoying the other�s company.
Draco �accio�ed a blanket and covered both of
them.

�I love you
Hermione.�

�I love you
too, Draco.� She pulled herself onto one
elbow and looked at him.

�I�ve been
thinking about something.� He told her.

�What�s
that?� She asked.

�What are
we going to do after graduation? It�s
only six months away.� He asked her.

Hermione
thought for a minute. �Well, I guess
we�ll get jobs after our NEWT�s come back.
Other than that, I don�t know what I�m going to do. I guess I�ll have to find somewhere to
live. I don�t really want to live with
my parents after graduation.�

Draco
laughed at her, his fingers slowly running up and down her exposed arm. �That�s not what I was talking about,
love. I was talking about us. What are WE going to do?�

Hermione
didn�t say anything. She thought for a
minute, and then responded. �I guess
that�s all the more reason for me to get my own place right? Can�t be shagging at my parent�s house. I do hope I can find a good job with good
pay.� Draco knew she was starting on one
of her tangents, and decided to stop it before it began. He reached for her face and pulled it to
his, capturing her lips with his. It
quickly became more heated, and he had to force himself to stop.

�Actually,
I had a better idea. What if we get a
place together, the two of us?� He asked
her.

Hermione�s
eyes grew wide. �Move in together?� She asked.

�Well
yeah. Why not? It�s pretty much what we�re doing right
now. We share the bathroom, we share the
common room. And one of us is always in
the other ones bedroom. It would be the
same, except for no house elves.� Draco
said.

Hermione
thought about it for a few seconds, and couldn�t find any fault with his
logic. �You do have a point. But that also means that our relationship
will have to go public. I don�t think
we�ll be able to hide it for much longer anyway. My mum is going to have a fit when she finds
out I�m living with a guy.� Hermione
told him, a smile forming on her face.

�I don�t
think your mom would be upset if you were married to the guy.� Draco finished, waiting for her to catch it.

�No
probably not. But�� Hermione stopped, finally hearing what he had
said. �D�Draco� are you� you��

�Saying I
want to get married? Yes. I would like to get married. But only if you do.� He said, smiling at her.

Tears
started to flow down her cheeks. �You
want to marry me?� She asked, having
trouble finding her breath yet again.

�Confound
it woman, yes. Can�t you just answer my
question? Hermione, will you marry me
and be my wife?� Draco thought his heart
was going to beat right through his chest; he was so anxious for her
answer.

�Yes. Yes Draco.�
She responded, and both of them smiled.

Their lips
met and this kiss was different than any other kiss they had shared. This was an unspoken promise; a bond between
the two of them. His body repositioned
itself on top of her and he slowly entered her, locking eyes with her as he did. They were both crying now, both of them
feeling the joy of the future that they would have together.

A voice broke their special moment,
making both of them freeze instantly.

�Well, it
looks like maybe the little bitch has more than just a brain.�

Draco
grabbed the discarded blanket and quickly covered his lover. He stood naked in front of his father.

�Take that
back Lucius. This woman is going to be
your daughter-in-law.� Draco told him

�You'll
marry her over my dead body.� Lucius replied. �You will stop your dealings with this
Mudblood whore at once.�

�You take
that back. She�s the farthest thing from
a whore. And if you�d like to see that
it happens over your dead body that can be arranged.� Draco said.

Lucius
paced around the room, looking at his surroundings. �I came here to give you some news in person,
rather than by owl, and this is how you repay me, by disgracing me and our
family�s name and honor by sleeping with common trash?�

Draco�s
clenched his fists using every ounce of willpower that he had to not lunge at
his father. �And what news would that
be? Did you just buy another stupid
painting? Did you buy another house elf?
Are you in love with Voldemort?� Draco
spat.

Lucius
turned, and gave his son a smile that sent shivers through him. �No boy.
It is your mother. She had a �
accident this morning. She fell down the
stairs. She�s been calling for you for
quite some time. Your bumbling Head
Master agreed that you could leave as long as you were back before classes
start on Monday.�

Draco�s
face suddenly paled. �Mother? You bastard.
What did you do to her?�

Lucius
smiled and replied, �I told you boy. She
had an accident. I am returning to her
side and I suggest you do the same. And
please make sure your dress is more appropriate.� He glanced up and down and Hermione�s nearly
naked form, and then turned around. �I
will be apparating back to the Manor as soon as I leave the grounds. I�m so sorry for interrupting your time
together.� The last sentence dripped
with sarcasm that neither one missed.

His father
left the room, and Draco turned to face her.

�You�re
going to go, aren�t you?� Hermione
asked; it was half a question, half a statement.

Draco ran a
hand through his blonde tresses. �Yeah, I
should. I love my mom dearly. If she�s really calling for me, I need to go
to her.�

�What about
your father? I mean, he�s upset. I know he�ll end up confronting you. Maybe I
should go with you.� Hermione told him.

�No, it�s
alright sweetheart. I�ll go by myself
and I�ll be extra careful around him.
The worst he can do is disown me.
I�ll be back safe and sound Sunday night, alright?� He cupped her face in his hands, and looked
deep into her eyes. She covered his hand
with hers, and nodded.

Both of
them dressed and made their way to the portrait. He held her hand as they walked the few
feet.

�Draco,
please be careful. I�ve got a really bad
feeling about this.� Hermione told him,
the worry plain in her eyes.

�I love you
Hermione. I�ll be back soon.� He said, kissing her lips gently. He hesitantly pulled his hand from her grasp
and walked out of the portrait.

Hermione
was sitting in their common room reading one of her favorite novels when she
heard the portrait slide open. She rose,
thinking that it was Draco, and calling out to him. She froze when Lucius Malfoy strode in
instead. He looked the same as he had
earlier that day. His black robes were
billowing around him, giving him that regal look that it always did. Hermione reached for her wand and faced
him. �What the hell do you want Lucius?�

Lucius
grinned, and Hermione�s blood ran cold.
�I simply came to pay my son�s tramp a visit.� He waited for an invitation, and when it
didn�t come he sat down on one of the sofas.
He stretched both arms out against its length, and slid back, looking
very relaxed.

�Haven�t
you got anyone better to bother Lucius?�
Hermione spat, her wand still trained on him.

�I�ve got
all kinds of �better� people that I could be bothering. It�s just unfortunate that he chose you to
fuck. Now I have to deal with you and
your filth.�

�Get out.�
She told him. �Does Professor Dumbledore
even know that you are here?�

�I don�t
care if he knows or not. I wanted to
tell you of my decision so that there is no misunderstanding. Due to Draco�s �poor judgment� I have decided
that he needs to be in an institute of higher learning.� Lucius smiled at her.

�You mean
somewhere away from me.� Hermione finished his thought.

�You do
know it all, don�t you Miss Granger� He laughed, and stood to face her. �My son is being transferred to Durmstrangs
today. I will not let you sink your
claws in. He has a place and you will
not interfere with that.�

�Who are
you to say who Draco falls in love with?
It doesn�t matter what you do.
Draco and I love each other and we will be together. There isn�t anything you can do to change
that.� Hermione stood facing him. She would not let him intimidate her. She turned her back on him, and Lucius
quickly grabbed her arm, spinning her to face him. However, he suddenly pulled
his hand away from her, as if he had burned it.
He looked deep into her eyes. He
grabbed her arm again, and then pushed her away.

�How long
have you and my son been sleeping together?�
Lucius asked.

�We�ve been
seeing each other for nearly two years.
Not that it�s any of your business.�
Hermione replied.

�No, it
isn�t any of my business. I was just
wondering how much Draco has told you about himself.� Lucius told her. His voice and tone were sticky sweet. Hermione knew that the elder Malfoy was up to
something.

�He�s told
me enough. He told me how much he hates
his father. He�s told me what a
manipulative control freak you are.�

�Control
freak?� Lucius laughed. His expression changed. �My dear, has he ever told you of his
abilities?�

It was
Hermione�s turn to smirk. �I know of
most of his abilities first hand.�

Lucius was
not amused, and it showed. �I am a
seer. Narcissa is half seer. Draco has inherited most of our genetic abilities,
and this one was not an exception. He�s
nowhere near as gifted as I am, though.�

Hermione
took one look at the man before her, and shrugged her shoulders. �Explain to me why I give a shit that you are
a seer?�

Lucius
grinned in that way that scared her.
�When I touched your arm just now my dear, I discovered something. And when I touched you the second time, I was
able to read your mind and see that it is something that even you aren�t aware
of.�

�Would you
just cut the crap and stop talking in riddles?
So you saw something. Try looking
in a mirror.� Hermione�s voice
rose. She was quickly becoming more
agitated with the man and wished that he would get to the point of his visit.

�You are
carrying my son�s bastard child. And you
don�t even realize it yet.� The old man
touched her cheek in the same way Draco had done only a few hours ago.

Hermione
was speechless. �I�m what? But, I can�t be.� And then Hermione thought back to her magical
sex education class. Professor McGonagall�s
words ran through her head. �Remember,
the only sure way to prevent an unwanted pregnancy is to abstain from sexual
relations.� They were both very careful
to perform the charm that would prevent a surprise in nine months. But Hermione knew that just like Muggle
contraceptives, nothing was fool proof.

�You�re
only a few months along right now. But
neither one of you knows yet.� Lucius
paused, and then added �Surprise!�

Hermione
was still dumbstruck. Pregnant? But she had gotten her �monthly visits� with
regularity for years. She then
remembered reading a muggle biology book which in plain and basic English told
her that you could still get your period, and be pregnant. She thought to herself that she had been a
little more tired than usual. But she
chalked that up to studying for NEWTs, and of course she and Draco did have an
active sex life. And her breasts had
been slightly tender recently, but she dismissed that as Draco being
overzealous again. And there was the
queasy stomach that she had been getting first thing in the morning. It had always passed, so she thought nothing
of it, until now.

With a
sinking horror, she realized that Lucius was right. She was pregnant. They were pregnant. She remembered that Lucius was in the room
and turned to him. �You could tell all
of that just by touching me? Can you
tell how much I hate you too?�

�Your
threats are empty child. Now I am
warning you. Leave my son alone. Do not try to contact him in any way. Ever.
If I find out that you have, I will kill your child without
hesitation. Do we have an
understanding?� Lucius asked her.

�What are
you going to do when he graduates, Lucius?
You can�t stop him from finding me when he�s a legal wizard.�

Hermione told him.

�We�ll see
about that, Mudblood.� Lucius turned and
left their quarters, without another moments glance.

Sunday
morning came, and Hermione was feeling better, despite missing Draco. She wondered if his father had told him. Probably not, she thought. But she knew that Draco would come and find
her after graduation, and they would never be apart. It sounded so fairy tale like.

She headed
to breakfast, feeling better than she had in days. She was a mother, and she had a life to care
for. She knew that she needed to take
better care of herself. Someone else
depended on her.

All of her
friends were already sitting at the Gryffindor table, and Hermione joined
them. She had eaten two pieces of toast
before the newspaper arrived. She was
spreading marmalade on a third slice as she began to spread the paper out in
front of her. She let out a gasp, and
felt her stomach drop.

�Hermione,
what�s the matter?� Ginny asked. She
looked at the article in the Daily Prophet that had Hermione�s attention. In large black letters, the front page read
�Son takes life after mother�s accident�.
The picture showed a teary eyed Lucius Malfoy, giving a statement to the
Prophet. Ginny read out loud as Hermione
quickly scanned the article.

�Lucius
Malfoy�s son, Draco, was found dead last evening after the death of his
mother. It is believed that the young
boy killed himself in grief after losing his mother.� Ginny would have read more, but she found
herself quickly grabbing Hermione�s limp body before she hit the ground.

Hermione awoke in the hospital
wing. Madame Pomfrey and Professor
McGonagall were there. When she realized where she was, her brain replayed what
had happened. Fresh tears came to her
eyes, as the two women informed her that she had passed out. Hermione started to sob and nothing that the
teachers told her would stop her tears.
When she finally stopped crying, she asked the two teachers to sit
down. She grabbed her wand and cast a silencing
charm around the three of them. She knew
that they had probably already discovered her pregnancy, which they had. She had sworn the women to secrecy, and then
told them of the father of her child.
Both of the women understood her distress at the news that her betrothed
had killed himself in grief. She told
Professor McGonagall that she needed to keep the baby, but she wanted to keep
it a secret, from everyone but the three of them, and Professor
Dumbledore. She reluctantly agreed.

As the months progressed, so did her
belly. Luckily her cloaks covered her
abdomen, but she knew that she looked rather odd with her cloak done all the
way up in June. She went to the library
and learned a very complex appearance charm that would make waist look like it
always had. She did not want any of her
friends to know. She knew that none of
them would understand that she had been sleeping with their enemy for two years
and was now pregnant with his child, and she had done it without any coercion.
She didn�t want to have to tell Ron and Harry.
She knew they would be anything other than supportive.

She graduated Hogwarts, as the class
Valedictorian. She passed every NEWT
with the highest possible score. The
ministry offered her a job in the muggle relations department, and she took
it. The pay was good and hours were
flexible. Being a single parent, she
knew she would need that. She had
managed to find a small two bedroom apartment near the ministry and had managed
to get moved in and unpacked with two weeks to spare.

Two weeks before she became a
mother.

And it was exactly two weeks later,
on her due date that her water broke.
Hermione quickly floo-ed McGonagall, who apparated to her apartment
along with Madame Pomfrey. After several
difficult hours, Hermione gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He had Hermione�s chestnut hair and tiny
nose, but he had his fathers grey eyes.
She named him Drake Alexander, after his father.

She had arranged for a leave of
absence, and thanks to the cloaking charm, no one had been the wiser. A few weeks
later, she went to the Weasley�s house. She knew that Ginny would be leaving soon for
her last year at Hogwarts and wanted to say goodbye. She also wanted all of her friends to meet
Drake. She lied to her friends once
again, telling them that the baby had belonged to her cousin. She told them that her cousin and her husband
had just died in a car crash, and she had asked Hermione to raise him on her
deathbed. Her imaginary cousin knew that
the baby would have some magic abilities because her husband was a wizard. After the initial shock, everyone welcomed
the baby and took turns holding him.
Hermione welcomed the break and was thankful for once that everyone
apparently bought her story.

It was only a few days later when
Hermione got a letter from Hogwarts. Her
first in a year.

Professor Dumbledore was
retiring. Professor McGonagall was to
become the Head Mistress, and there would be an opening in
Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall
had specifically asked that Hermione get the first chance. Hermione gladly accepted.

Moving to the castle had been a
great decision for her and Drake. Not
only did she get her own quarters, she also received them for free; a benefit to being a teacher. She also recieved
several built in babysitters. The house
elves were more than happy to help �Miss Hermione� take care of the baby, and
she always had plenty of volunteers to watch her son while she taught her
class. Professor McGonagall visited
often too, offering a hand and sometimes she would take Drake for walk around
the grounds so Hermione could have some time to herself.

Hermione was also able to see Ginny
more. The two had grown to be very close
friends, up until the point when Hermione realized she was in love with
Draco. The two girls had quickly made up
for lost time and spent a lot of their off time together.

It was
around Christmas when Hermione got another owl.
From Ron. It was an invitation to
his wedding. Hermione gladly accepted, genuinely happy for Ron and Lavender. The two made a nice couple, but she was
pretty sure that an unexpected pregnancy had something to do with it.

Professor
Snape had actually agreed to watch Drake so she could attend the wedding. The potions master held a soft spot in his
heart for the young boy, and Hermione had a feeling that Snape knew who his
father was without being told.

Hermione,
Ginny, and Professor McGonagall all floo-ed to the wedding together. There was no long and drawn out ceremony, but
only a quick �I do� in front of wizard pastor.

The party
afterwards was held at The Three Broomsticks.
Hermione and Harry both groaned when they saw a banner that was spread
out against one wall. It read �Karaoke Tonight�.

�Karaoke? Is that some kind of band?� Ron asked Harry and Hermione.

The both
laughed at their friend.

�No, it�s
this really annoying form of singing that is all too popular with
Muggles.� Harry put his arm around his
friend and let him towards the stage, explaining the finer points.

Ginny and
Hermione got themselves butterbeers and found themselves a seat. They listened and laughed as Ron and Harry
sang some very bad renditions of some very bad songs, muggle and wizard
both. Hermione almost had a stroke when
she heard Ron destroy Ricky Martin�s �Living la Vida Loca�, complete with the
pelvic thrusts.

Ginny sat
and quietly watched her friend. She was
glad that she was finally out enjoying herself.
She knew how tired Hermione was taking care of her cousins� young baby
by herself. But a part of Ginny wondered
if that story was true. Unlike a lot of
people at Hogwarts, Ginny had a habit of watching people. She had been watching Hermione for the past
few years. Ginny had never flat out asked Hermione what kind of relationship
she had with Draco, but she thought she knew.
She saw the way that both of them acted when they were near each
other. She noticed that sometimes
Hermione would come to breakfast with a turtleneck sweater on even when the
weather was warm. There were a few times
when she could have sworn she saw the two of them holding hands, and she knew
that there had been more than one time where she had interrupted something
between her and Draco. Ginny also
suspected that Drake was really Hermione and Draco�s child. The child looked
amazingly like both of them.

She knew that Draco had disappeared in her
sixth year. It was almost as if he
dropped off the face of the earth, it had happened so quickly. No one ever mentioned his name.

Although it
hurt Ginny to think that her good friend was most likely lying to her, she
understood why she had done it.

Ron and
Harry came over to their table, sloshing their butterbeers around. Both of them were responding to the more
pleasant qualities of the beverage. Ron
threw an arm around Hermione.

�Hermione,
you should get up there and try! It�s great!� Ron told her.

Harry
nodded in agreement. �We know you�re a
great singer too. C�mon Hermione.�

Ginny
smiled and nodded too. Hermione laughed,
and reluctantly agreed. �Ok, but only if
they have the songs I want to sing.�

They did
have the one song that Hermione was looking for. Wizard Karaoke was better than the muggle
version because they really did have every song. And if by some chance they didn�t have it, the
DJ would wave his wand and it would appear.

Hermione
took her wand and pointed it at her throat. �Sonorus�. She waited for the familiar chords to start
playing.

I said hello I think I�m broken

And though I was only jokin�

It took me by surprise

when you agreed

I was tryin� to be clever

For the life of me I never

Would have guessed how far

the simple truth would lead

You knew all my lines

You knew all my tricks

You knew how to heal that pain

No medicine can fix

And I bless the
day I met you

And I thank God that He let you

Lay beside me for a moment

that lives on

And the good news is I�m better

For the time we spent together

And the bad news is you�re gone

Lookin� back it�s still surprisin�

I was sinking you were rising

With a look you caught me

in mid-air

Now I know God has His reasons

But sometimes it�s hard

to see them

When I awake and find

that you�re not there

You found hope in hopeless

Your made crazy sane

You became the missing link

That helped me break my chains

And I bless the day I met you

And I thank God that He let you

Lay beside me for a moment

that lives on

And the good news is I�m better

For the time we spent together

And the bad news is you�re gone

And the bad news is you�re gone

Hermione�s face was wet with tears,
but her voice didn�t waver through the entire song. There was silence as she finished the
song. She studied her shoes as everyone
applauded and whistled for her. Conversations began, and Hermione�s heartache
was momentarily forgotten.

Ginny got up to congratulate her friend.
She gave her a huge hug as she walked off the stage. Hermione was trying to compose herself, and
Ginny gave her a few seconds to do so.
Ginny turned and looked around at the occupants of the tavern. Ginny�s heart skipped a beat when she thought
she recognized a solitary man sitting in the corner.

He was about the right height and stature. But the hair color was all wrong. He had an empty mug of butterbeer in front of
him, and the song had obviously struck a soft spot for him too. He too was trying to compose himself. He quickly stood, grabbed his cane, and
slowly limped out of the tavern, blending into the shadows.

~Fin~
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