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Accidental Blood Bond	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 45429 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Despite Ron and Harry's protests, Ginny came to the manor the next day to check on Hermione. If the rest of her family hadn't approved, they'd kept it to themselves.

Lucius had a meeting to attend and left the two witches in Hermione's room, kissing her goodbye before dashing off. He'd firmly told Ginny to send for him if needed, ignoring the scowl on Hermione's face.

"So what happened after we left?" Hermione asked, curled up on her bed next to her friend.

"Well Dad, Bill, and Fleur were sort of quiet, and you know Ron and Harry refused to simmer down," Ginny replied, stretched out on her stomach. "They continued going on about 'Malfoy this' and 'Malfoy that' until Mum told them to pipe down."

"Oh god, I knew this was going to happen," Hermione groaned, burying her head in her hands.

"They'll come around, Hermione," Ginny said reassuringly. "Even Mum said so; I can tell she isn't thrilled with the idea of you and Lucius, but when we were alone she and I had a nice chat. She admitted that she'd never seen him so…"

"Well, that's saying something," Hermione admitted. "I'm sorry we ruined your engagement party."

"You didn't ruin anything," she replied, fondly looking down at her ring."Funny thing, I wondered how Harry knew which ring to get me," she smiled. "Any ideas?"

"Not one," Hermione answered with a smirk.

"I'm curious, how did Lucius react when he found out about the baby? I mean, I didn't think you two were planning on that anytime soon."

"Honestly, we'd never even discussed that possibility. Although, it was inevitable with the amount of times we'd forgotten to use the contraceptive charm."

Ginny shot her a salacious grin, poking Hermione in the side with her elbow. "You're that good you made the man forget?" she cackled, turning over onto her back.

"Behave, Ginevra!" Hermione halfheartedly snapped. "It was both of our faults. Anyway, he said he wants to marry me…in the actual sense."

"Hermione that's great!" Ginny exclaimed, rolling back onto her side. "We'll have two weddings to plan!"

"Well, I don't know about a wedding and all of that fuss. To be honest at first I was worried that he only said that because of…you know. But he said he'd felt that way for awhile."

"Don't be daft, Hermione; ignorance doesn't suit you. It's clear as day that the man loves you, hell I could have told you that a month ago."

"Looking back, I guess I was too blind or too scared to see that for myself, but I know now," she admitted. "But I definitely didn't think this would happen!" she continued, running a hand over her stomach.

"How does it feel?" Ginny asked curiously.

"To be honest, I don't feel anything," Hermione answered, prodding at her abdomen. "Right here just feels harder than it used to. I just wish this damned fatigue would go away. I nearly fell asleep over my breakfast this morning. And let's not mention that fact that I fainted again yesterday. Lucius said that Draco caught me before I was able to hit the floor; although, I don't remember much."

"Draco?" Ginny echoed her brown eyes widened. "Wow. Well, that's better than my brother for sure. I reamed him out when I felt the bump on the back of your head."

Hermione shook her head, and readjusted her pillow. "What did Fred and George have to say about all of this chaos?"

"Oh please," Ginny scoffed. "They only withdrew their wands because they're protective first and foremost, but as long as you're happy they don't give a damn what you do and who you do it with. Although, you know they're crude as ever. When Mum and Dad went to bed, they stayed downstairs with Ron, Harry, Bill, Fleur and I, and we were subjected to a litany of dirty jokes."

Hermione cringed with embarrassment and Ginny laughed as she recollected her brother's misbehavior. "Honestly, I don't know where those two get it from. They're remarkably well informed about such matters for two that don't have steady girlfriends."

"They don't?" Hermione asked astonishingly.

"Are you kidding me?" Ginny scoffed. "Those two most likely give Draco a run for his money. They just know better than to let Mum know; she'd pitch a fit if she thought they weren't being 'respectable'," she continued, emphasizing the word respectable by crooking both fingers. "Anyway they tried to tell Ron about his girlfriend but you know my brother is thickheaded and refuses to listen."

"Speaking of which, I wish I could take that memory for us to view it in a Pensieve!" Hermione cackled, thinking about Lucius blatantly discussing her previous sexual trysts in front of Ron and Mr. Weasley. "Did you see the look on her face?"

"More like her face was on the ground next to my foot," Ginny chortled. "I heard what Lucius said to her; it took every bit of self control I had to not fall out laughing beneath the kitchen table!"

The two burst into loud peals of raucous laughter, the sound echoing off the walls in Hermione's bedroom.

"Oh my gosh," Hermione cried weakly, wiping the tears from her eyes. She then lay silently once her mirth subsided, a small frown slowly replacing her cheerful visage.

"What's wrong, love?" Ginny asked, noticing her friend's change of mood.

"Am I that obvious?"

"You know you are, now spill it."

"Fine," Hermione replied, heaving a sigh. "I'm scared, and I'm worried. Potions and Charms and hexes, those were all things I could read a book on. But a baby? Another person that I have to be responsible for? I wouldn't know where to begin."

"Hermione, you'll be fine," Ginny replied soothingly. "You've managed to pull Harry and Ron along for a few years; I imagine those two together are more work than five babies," she joked.

Hermione gave a small laugh. "I guess you have a point, but still. I wish my mum was around so I could talk to her."

"Well I know that no one can replace your mum or dad for that matter, but if you ever need to talk you have me and my mother. You're her other daughter and she'd think nothing of offering her advice. In fact, if you didn't go to her you'd most likely end up with a sound verbal lashing."

"Thanks, Gin."

"You know I'm here for you no matter what. So is everyone else, my thickheaded brother too, even if he doesn't know it yet."

"Oh please, Hagrid would most likely become a renowned chef before Ronald is going to speak to me again."

Ginny broke out into giggles; thinking of the oversized bearded man's lackluster cooking ability. His heart had always been willing but his skills were nil. When she'd first come to Hogwarts her friends hastily warned her to only drink the tea if she visited Hagrid's hut.

"Ron will speak to you again; he just has his head so far up his arse, being reasonable is not an option for him at this point. And Harry…let's just say he'd better be cordial or else."

Hermione noticed the glint in the redhead's eye, and raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I want to know what that means," she said.

"Hmph. He does," Ginny replied evenly. "Oh, by the way, Mum said to let her know when you run out of tea so she can send you some more."

"Alright," Hermione nodded. "That tea is a godsend. If I didn't have it in the morning I don't think I'd be able to eat. What is it exactly?"

Ginny shrugged her petite shoulders. "I know it has mint in it; but it's a blend that you can't actually purchase. It was something passed on to all of the Weasley women. Although, as of late, there hasn't been a use for it. I just always remembered passing by the flowerpot when I was younger and asking about it. Mum said she'd tell me when I got older but I lost interest. Apparently it's self flowering and whenever you need some all you have to do is water it and break off a few of the blooms."

"Now there's something we weren't taught in Herbology," Hermione replied.

"Tell me about it. Mum just asked that I hold off until I need to use it myself," she laughed. "Little does she know I cast a contraceptive charm on myself everyday; with Harry I never know when or where he's going to fancy-"

"Ginny, Ginny that's enough!" Hermione shrieked, clapping her hands over her ears. "Even if I'm in a strop with him, you two are my best friends and I so don't need the imagery!"

"Sorry," Ginny replied in a singsong, mirth coloring her voice. "Here's something to take your mind off that; you'll need to go shopping for new clothes in a few months."

"Ugh. That's not a cheerful thought, Ginevra."

"You have some time to spare, for now at least. Oh! I expect we'll figure out something for your bridesmaid dress."

The corner of Hermione's mouth turned up at the idea. "You want me in your wedding?"

"Of course silly, you're my best girlfriend. Actually, I was hoping you'd be my maid of honor…or matron depending on whether you and Lucius are going to tie the knot before or after Harry and me."

"We haven't set it to parchment just yet," Hermione replied. "I actually don't mind having a small affair with…"

"With what?"

"I was about to say friends, but they're non-existent for the most part."

"Hermione, stop sulking or I'm going right to the Floo to get Lucius. Your bad mood can't be good for the baby."

"Do you know you sound just like your Mum?" Hermione asked exasperatedly.

"You're more than welcome to write to the Ministry if you have an issue with it," Ginny replied loftily. "I told you; stop worrying so much. Everything is going to work out."

"Ever the bleeding, eternal optimist."

"Hermione, if we can get through a war and everything else that happened, I'm pretty sure we can deal with a few stubborn members of my family. Key word being 'we'."

"Speaking of dealing with things…do the others know about…?"

"What, your little witch or wizard in the oven?"

Hermione nervously chewed her bottom lip and nodded her head.

"No, only Mum and I know. She said that it's your choice if you decide to tell them."

"Well, that's slightly more relieving," Hermione exhaled.

"She said that she would keep everything under wraps until you told her otherwise," Ginny continued. "Besides, my brothers don't notice much so you don't have anything to worry about when you visit the Burrow."

"When? That's a laugh," Hermione replied wryly.

"Aww Hermione! Don't let them spoil our fun because they want to behave like juvenile prats. When you're feeling up to it I really wanted your opinion with the wedding planning."

"Ginevra Weasley, you know very well that I know nothing about that sort of thing," she snapped.

"Shush," Ginny said, reaching a finger out to tap Hermione's nose. "I know that; you can't even pick out a proper jumper without my help. Anyway you don't know any more about weddings than I do. Which is why Mum is going to be taking over, especially with me being the only girl and all. Besides, it's really another opportunity for us to gorge ourselves on wine and cake."

"Ginny!" she began to shriek. "I can't drink-oh I keep forgetting I can drink. Lucius told me that I can after I nearly had a fit remembering that I'd had wine at dinner last night."

"Either stifle it, or I'm going to send a Floo call to Lucius," the redhead threatened.

"Alright for goodness sake. Anyway are you and Harry going to move into Grimmauld Place after the wedding?"

"Yes," Ginny replied with a heavy sigh. "We've already replaced a lot of the furniture and repainted; you wouldn't even recognize the house now. I can't wait. No more nosey family members barging in on our private time-"

"Ginny," Hermione began warningly.

"Don't worry; I wasn't going to sully those pristine ears of yours. Now, what are we doing for lunch? I can use a little nosh right about now."

Shaking her head, Hermione got up from her bed and dragged Ginny to her sitting room. Tipsy brought a tray with soup, sandwiches, juice and the special pot of tea for Hermione.

To Hermione's consternation, she began feeling the need for a nap right after finishing lunch. She was fighting to keep her eyelids propped open until Ginny snapped at her to go back to bed.

"I'm fine," she said, her mouth cracking open into a wide yawn that contradicted her words.

"You're knackered; go to sleep. I'll come back another day, or you can come by the Burrow," the redhead replied, yanking her friend up and out of her chair.

"Alright, tell your mum I'll come by Saturday afternoon. You'd better have my cake like you promised."

"If you're this demanding now, I feel for Lucius," Ginny smirked. "Feel better, love," she replied, walking out of the door.

Hermione didn't bother undressing; she crawled back on top of her neatly made bed, yanking the light blanket that she'd kept folded at the foot of the bed over her body. A minute after her head hit the pillow, she fell right back asleep.

Hermione slumbered away the rest of the afternoon, not waking up until the sun had gone down. Opening her eyes she found Lucius, clad in a red brocade waistcoat, shirt and black trousers, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Hello darling," Hermione greeted sleepily, brushing her curls out of her face. "Have you been sitting here long?"

"Long enough to hear your snoring and admire the dried spittle in the corner of your mouth," Lucius replied with a smirk.

Her brown eyes growing wide, Hermione furiously rubbed at her face until she deemed it presentable. "You are horrid," she replied, lightly smacking Lucius on the arm when she heard him chuckling.

"You're not ill, are you? Ginevra sent me an owl shortly after she left, telling me that you were having a kip. Have you been asleep all this time?"

"Yes," Hermione admitted, sitting up to move next to Lucius. "I hope it gets better; I'm so knackered it feels as if I'm walking around in a fog."

"It will get better," he replied. "Now come; your wizard has brought you something."

Hermione shifted to her knees and watched as Lucius reached into his pocket and withdrew a small velvet box. After opening it he handed it to Hermione whose mouth promptly fell open.

"I know about your aversion to jewelry; hopefully you won't mind wearing this," he continued.

Hermione stared at the platinum set ring nestled in black velvet. It had a round brilliant center stone, three single cut diamonds and two marquis diamonds on either side. It greatly reminded her of the heirloom jewelry her grandmother used to wear, never averse to letting her granddaughter play dress up with it when she was younger.

The ring had more diamonds than she'd ever owned or thought about owning, yet managed to not be ostentatious. Not surprised at all she found that it was perfectly suited to her tastes.

"I bought it for you to wear," Lucius said good-naturedly, plucking the box from Hermione's hands. "I'm going to assume that your silence means you approve?"

"Whole heartedly," Hermione replied nearly at a loss for words, watching as he took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her ring finger. "I love it."

"Good," Lucius replied, pressing a short kiss on Hermione's lips. He began to stand up until she tugged him back down on the bed.

"Come back here," she retorted, pushing Lucius to lie down flat and straddling his hips. "You're lucky that I'm letting you get away with such a half-arsed proposal."

"I'm lucky?" the blonde haired wizard drawled, looking up at his disheveled looking witch. Hermione's curls were tousled and hanging wildly around her head, and the blue jersey dress she'd fallen asleep in was rumpled. Despite it all, he found her incredibly attractive.

"Yes, you're lucky," she repeated, her amber eyes focused on the small buttons of his waistcoat. "I think you need to give me something else in lieu of."

"Such as?" Lucius asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," Hermione continued lightly, her small fingers deftly unfastening his waistcoat and white dress shirt.

Lucius groaned when he felt Hermione's warm hands gliding over his bare chest. She'd found that his nipples were a sensitive spot and loved touching them at every opportunity, enjoying the little hisses of pleasure that always escaped his mouth.

"I thought you weren't feeling well?" he managed to get out between groaning. Setting his hands on Hermione's waist, he pushed her body down to firmly grazed against his fabric trapped erection.

"I never said that," she muttered, her lips pressed against his chest.

"What do you call someone that slept half her day away?"

"Honestly Lucius, if you aren't going to use your mouth to moan or kiss me, you might as well shut it." Hermione then scooted down to hover over his thighs, unfastening the placket on his trousers and yanking them and his underwear down to his knees.

"Your mouth might've been objecting but your wand certainly isn't," she commented, firmly grasping his turgid length into her hand.

Lucius chuckled, but let Hermione continue with divesting him of his clothing. She now stood at his feet, prying off his shoes and socks, tugging his trousers and black underwear to follow suit.

"There," she said after pressing a kiss on the side of his foot. "As per our bet; you'll never be able to say that I haven't paid up."

Chuckling when she saw the look of mirth on Lucius' face, Hermione rose to her full height. After pulling her wrinkled blue dress over her head, she stepped out of her knickers and climbed back atop her wizard.

"I do love it when you witch handle me," Lucius commented with a licentious grin.

"You would," Hermione replied, using one hand to balance herself on his chest and the other to position his erection at her entrance.

Hermione moaned slightly, never tiring of the feel of Lucius stretching and filling her body. When her bum was flush against his pelvis, she leaned forward and clutched onto the duvet, slowly rocking her hips back and forth until she was satisfied.

Lucius' hands made his way back to Hermione's hips, firmly rolling his body up into hers making her cry out. Using his right hand to span across her abdomen, he reached down between her lightly furred cleft and began rubbing small circles into her clit with his thumb.

Easily reaching her peak, Hermione fell back onto Lucius' chest, his hands soothingly running across her lower back.

"That was wonderful," she purred, gently sucking on his lips before caressing his tongue with hers. Lucius had just begun to deepen their kiss, his arms tightening around Hermione's body when she suddenly broke their hold and climbed off of him.

"You've got to be joking," he growled, looking down at his glistening and still fully erect cock and back at Hermione, whom was standing nude in her bathroom doorway.

"I need a shower before dinner," she replied nonchalantly, disappearing into the loo.

Lucius was rent between the need to laugh and scream. He couldn't believe the little witch rode him until she came, only to casually stop and claim the need to bathe.

Hermione had already stepped into her glass encased shower, the hot water beating down on her body when she heard the door opening.

"You have a lot of nerve," Lucius grunted, hastily snapping up Hermione against him.

Letting out a small cry, she soon found her body being pressed against the smooth, wet tiles, her legs wrapped around Lucius' waist.

"Don't you drop me!" she yelped, her arms clinging tightly around his neck.

"Trust me, dropping you is the last thing I plan on doing right now," he muttered into her wet neck. Gently biting down on the sensitive skin, he deftly pressed back up into her body.

Hermione's moans were partially muffled when his mouth came down over hers, the escaped cries echoing throughout the room.

They'd only tried the position once before and the angle still felt strange and slightly precarious, but she soon forgot her discomfort as Lucius vigorously took her against the bathroom tiling.

After they both simultaneously climaxed, Lucius set Hermione down on her feet, keeping one arm around her waist.

"That wasn't fair," she grumbled, nuzzling her face into his wet chest.

"You were tenacious if nothing," he replied cheekily. "A little minx even and I enjoyed every minute of it. Now let's shower and get out of here; Draco is bringing a guest for dinner."

Hermione reached for a bottle of pale pink shower gel, surprise evident on her face. "Draco? Bringing someone here? This I have to see."

"I said the same thing when I received his owl." Lucius then frowned when Hermione passed him the soap. "A man shouldn't smell like peaches, Hermione," he grumbled.

"Well unless you feel like getting out of the shower to get the clove scented soap, this will have to do."

Lucius arched an eyebrow and pushed the glass shower door open. Hermione nearly shrieked with laughter when she looked through the wet glass and saw his dripping wet sinewy form make its way to her cosmetic counter.

"Where the devil is it, Hermione!" he bellowed, flinging his wet blonde locks out of his face.

Still laughing as he watched him pawing through the dainty glass jars and bottles, she watched as he placed a hand on a simple looking brown bar of soap.

"That's the right one," she called out, watching as he brought the soap up to his nose to sniff it.

"This is better," Lucius grunted after he stepped back into the shower.

"Well I bought it for you," Hermione retorted. She thanked her lucky stars that her shower was built with multiple heads; she was able to rinse the conditioner out of her hair while Lucius bathed.

The two nearly didn't make it out of the shower. Lucius felt the need to extol the virtues of one of the removable shower heads, pressing Hermione back against the wall and directing the stream of water between her legs.

After reaching a reluctant yet strong orgasm, she lightly slapped Lucius on the behind, only for him to kiss her in return.

"You loved it; now come on," he said, swatting her rear. "We have a dinner to attend."

Hermione didn't know if it was the abundance of orgasms that she'd experienced, or half a day's worth of slumber, but she was extremely relaxed throughout dinner.

Severus was at the table, along with Draco's female guest whom he introduced as Alyvya Carinworth. Severus' expression had remained constant as it always did, yet Lucius and Hermione exchanged the briefest of glances when they met the young witch.

Draco usually went for the curvier witches that had a penchant for sharing their ample charms with everyone else through the use of scanty clothing. They also usually fawned all over the young man, hanging onto his every word.

Not Alyvya; while she had definitely had the pert body of a young witch she opted to wear clothing that actually covered her up. She had long, dark shiny curls that hung past her shoulders, framing green eyes and a heart shaped face. Her look was more dewy-eyed schoolgirl compared to vixen, yet her sweetness didn't seem contrived at all.

After talking to Alyvya for awhile, Hermione found that she liked the young witch, and also wondered what the hell she was doing with Draco.

After dessert had been served and eaten, the men went off to Lucius' study. Alyvya had asked Hermione if she would mind showing her the infamous Malfoy library. Lucius nodded his approval and the two climbed the vast staircase.

"I know you're probably wondering what I'm doing here with Draco," she began once they were in the library.

"Why would you say that?" Hermione asked lightly.

"I know I'm not his type, and besides I've seen the sort of witches that he goes after…rather they go after him. It's a bit amusing to say the least."

Hermione agreed yet fought back a laugh, wondering where Alyvya was going with her story. "How did you two meet?" she asked.

"I met Draco at my father's office," Alyvya replied, her nose nearly pressed against the one of the glass bookcases. "Wow, I can't believe he has this one, it's rare and hard to find," she commented, causing Hermione to look over and see a dusty and locked away book on medieval spells.

Hermione's eyebrows nearly shot up. Draco bringing home someone that knew about books, and rare ones at that? It was only getting better.

"Anyway, I'd caught him chatting up the secretary that keeps the front desk. Her name is Amber and she's a right little tart, always wearing tight dresses to work and flirting with the clients and such. Honestly, I don't know why Father doesn't get rid of her."

Alyvya turned to look at Hermione, whom had one hand over her mouth trying to stifle her laughter.

"I guess that is rude of me, sorry. Father always said that I didn't have a filter on my mouth."

"Oh, I don't mind," Hermione replied.

Alyvya gave a little smile and continued. "Well, I'd been walking by on my way to lunch when I saw Draco. I didn't know him at that point but I'd whispered to him unless he didn't want his dangly bits covered with warts that he'd leave the little trull alone."

Hermione cackled, thoroughly enjoying the anecdote. "Oh please, you have to tell me what happened afterwards."

Alyvya grinned broadly, coming to sit next to Hermione. "As you can imagine, Amber turned her nose up at me but Draco did stop talking to her. I was halfway out the door when he came behind me, scaring the life out of me. I ended up dropping my books and he picked them up."

"Hmm, go on," Hermione urged.

"He then asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with him instead, and I flat out told him 'no'. Then, can you believe the little bugger had the nerve to name drop, as if that was enough to make me fall to his feet?"

Tears of laughter flooded Hermione's eyes; she was beginning to like Alyvya more each minute. "So how did you end up coming here for dinner?"

Alyvya rolled her green eyes and tossed back her hair. "I have no idea, well…this actually all happened a month ago. I'd seen Draco a few more times when he came to meet my father, but I still refused to go out with him. I'm not daft; I know his kind a mile away. Although I have to admit, from the few times I've spoken to him, he seems funny and has that damned charming manner but still…"

"Believe me, I know what you mean," Hermione agreed, thinking about how all Lucius needed to do was give her a smoldering look and it was enough to make her tremble.

"Apparently. It seems the Malfoys' are used to getting what they want. I flat out told Draco 'no' to each offer of breakfast, lunch, dinner, and even a small stroll for pudding! He is positively tenacious, do you hear me? He finally went to my father and asked his permission to invite me for dinner at his house."

"Well, the Malfoys' weren't in Slytherin house for nothing," Hermione chuckled.

"Tell me about it. But I'll admit, all along he's been nothing but polite to me. Strangely enough my father wasn't apprehensive about me going out with Draco. Usually these young wizards are trying to shove a hand down your robes on a first date, offering a quick shag at wherever they can Apparate to fastest."

"That's why you have to learn how to be fast with your wand," Hermione said with a wink. "A little shocking spell never hurt…not for long at least."

"Oh, you have to teach me that one! That is, if you don't mind."

"I'd be happy to."

"Thanks. Your engagement ring is beautiful by the way! Have you set a date for the wedding yet?"

"Not yet," Hermione admitted, wondering why she didn't mind chatting freely to Alyvya. "Although I'm leaning towards a small ceremony; I really don't care for the big to-do."

"Granger, do you mind if I take my date back?" the two suddenly heard from the library doorway.

"I'm not your date, Draco," Alyvya countered, her green eyes narrowed as she looked up at the young wizard's smirk.

"That's what you say now," he cockily replied.

Alyvya stood up, turning towards Hermione and rolling her eyes. "Well, it was lovely meeting with you," she said with a small wave.

"Likewise," Hermione called back.

After the two had disappeared, Hermione walked back down to Lucius' study.

"I didn't want to intrude; I just wanted to tell you goodnight," she said.

"It's no bother, love. Actually would you mind coming in for a minute?" Lucius asked.

Severus was lounging back on the leather sofa, a glass of his beloved brandy in hand. "So what did you think about my godson's unexpected guest?" the dark haired wizard asked.

"She's a right breath of fresh air," Hermione replied, sitting next to Lucius who was in his armchair. "Alyvya is not his usual cuppa, is she?"

"Exactly my point," Lucius replied, looking across at Severus. "That's probably why he brought her here; he can't get into her knickers like the rest of the tarts, and it's driving him crazy."

"Oh, Miss Granger before I imbibe too much and forget," Severus began, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a few small glass vials. "To keep you from falling asleep on your feet," he said, laying them on the coffee table. "Perfectly safe to take while enceinte."

"Thank you, Severus," she replied eyeing the neatly labeled potions.

Hermione lingered in the study with Lucius and Severus until she began yawning. Begging off to bed, she kissed her mate, and told the dark haired wizard goodnight. On the way upstairs she ran into a now alone Draco.

"Oh, did Alyvya leave?" she asked, feigning surprise.

"Yes," he replied sullenly. "She didn't want to stick around if you can believe it. Usually by this point I'd have a witch clutching onto my headboard and yelling out my name."

"Subtle as ever," Hermione groaned. "Either way I like her; you should bring her around again. Maybe she'll bring you to heel."

"As if that will ever happen," Draco replied with a leering grin.

Hermione laughed, bidding the younger Malfoy goodnight before continuing onto the bedroom.

The next month and a half proved to become a bit easier for Hermione. She had never been so grateful to feel like herself again. Between scarce outings and staying in the manor subjected to Lucius' intense scrutiny, Hermione thought she'd go mad.

She wanted to go back to Hogwarts to continue tutoring students, but Lucius was adamant that he didn't want her on the other end of anymore mishaps.

Hermione nearly stamped her foot, demanding to know what would possibly go wrong, especially considering that his close friend was headmaster. Lucius then proceeded to point out the time that she fell down in the corridor, and also reminded her that inexperienced students were also practicing with their potions class.

Lucius refused to bend on his stance until Severus pointed out, one evening after dinner, that Hermione could help students in an empty classroom, only assisting with bookwork. The blonde wizard was appeased, and Hermione was grateful that she had something to occupy her time with.

She'd grown more used to the idea of being pregnant although there were still a handful of people that knew. There was a slight swelling between her hips; although at Hogwarts she wore robes that concealed it.

The few times she'd gone to the Burrow, thankfully it had just been her, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley, whom fussed over her at every chance. Hermione found it slightly irritating but endearing all the same.

Hermione was now over a little four months pregnant. Ginny had forced her to go shopping for maternity clothes, something that she'd put off for as long as possible.

Because of her friend, she'd had a collection of pretty outfits, most of which did nothing to conceal her baby bump.

At the moment, she was tearing through her closet, looking for something to wear to the Burrow. Ginny was nearly finished with her wedding plans and they were sorting out a few last minute things. Hermione promised to come at two o'clock, and it was already one-thirty and she still hadn't found anything suitable.

Her bras fit, albeit a bit more snug, but every jumper and dress she owned made her baby bump obvious. Ron, Harry and the rest of the Weasley family still didn't know that she was expecting, and she hadn't planned on divulging that information just yet.

In a fit of nerves, Hermione yanked off the pale blue jumper that she'd mentally cursed, tossing it onto the floor. She wanted to scream and bang her fists against the wall, uncaring that she was behaving like a child that had his sweeties taken away.

Unable to suppress her tears, Hermione sank down to the floor of her closet, crying loudly. She told herself that it was rather petulant to cry over clothes, but mostly she didn't give a damn.

A knock suddenly came from her bedroom door.

"Yes?" she sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Granger? Where the devil are you?" she heard Draco's voice call out.

"I'm in here," she replied, still sitting on the floor. Looking up, she saw his blonde head pop around the corner before he walked in.

"Why are you crying in your closet?" he asked with an eyebrow arched. "Upset because your shoes don't match your dress?"

"No," she snapped half-heartedly, smiling through her tears. "Nothing is fitting the way I need it to."

Draco's grey eyes focused on Hermione's body, realizing that she had on some sort of stretchy trousers, yet the top of her body was only clad in a bra.

"Err, well I don't know anything about…this, but from what I've seen everything fits you nicely. The way it's supposed to at least. I guess."

"In any event, thank you," Hermione replied dolefully. She then braced herself to stand up, gratefully accepting Draco's outstretched hands. "But I need something that's going to cover my stomach," she continued.

"Why? It seems pretty small to me," Draco replied confusedly, his pale face flushing slightly when he peered down at her exposed torso.

"You're on a roll, Draco. No, I need it to be completely covered, as in I don't want anyone to notice it."

"You're very odd, Granger. Do you know that?"

"Ugh! You wouldn't understand!" she snapped, breaking out into more frustrated tears.

Draco awkwardly stood to the side, not sure what to do with his father's half naked, pregnant and crying fiancée.

"All right, Granger, I'm sure it's not that bad. Is there anything I can help with?" he dubiously offered.

"Unless you can produce a jumper that will fit me the way I need it to, I don't think so," she hiccupped.

"Why not just transfigure-"

"Don't you think I've tried that already!" she shrieked. "It still doesn't look right! Besides your father prefers seeing me in light colors, all of which only draw attention to my stomach!"

'Bloody hell, she's scarier than I thought,' Draco thought to himself. "Why don't borrow one of Father's shirts?" he suggested.

"I've thought about that too," Hermione sniffled. "Lucius doesn't own anything remotely basic; every shirt he has is to be worn with a cravat or waistcoat."

"You have a point," Draco conceded. "All right, Granger, I think I can help. Just…easy with the tears, okay?"

"Okay," she croaked. Becoming aware that she was half naked in front of Draco, she slipped her robe around her body and followed him out of her bedroom.

Draco led her across the house and into his suite.

"So this is the famous headboard?" Hermione asked wryly, gesturing to the ornate mass of dark leather.

Draco turned around, his mouth upturning into a smirk. He then walked across the room, disappearing into a huge closet that resembled Lucius'.

Hermione stood by a dresser, peering around the vast area. Draco's room was similar to his father's, save for the dark blue sheets on the bed. There were a few things scattered about; the odd piece of parchment, Quidditch magazines and what looked like empty sweet wrappers.

"Do you ever tidy up in here?" she asked when he came back out of the closet.

"Of course," Draco replied loftily, handing Hermione a simple black button up shirt. "Right before I'm about to have company."

Hermione rolled her eyes when she saw the young man cheekily grinning at her.

"Well, put it on, let's have a look."

Slipping off the robe, Hermione neatly folded it and placed it on the chaise at the foot of the bed. She pushed her arms into black shirtsleeves, almost sighing with relief when she found that the garment buttoned loosely enough around her body.

"It's a bit long on you, but you can transfigure it if you like," Draco offered.

"Thank you," she murmured, speculatively eyeing the hem.

"Granger…it's none of my business and you can tell me to shut it if you like, but why are you trying to hide?"

"No, I don't mind telling you," she replied. "I'm assuming Lucius told you what happened at the Weasleys' a few months ago."

Draco nodded in confirmation.

"The only ones that know about the baby in their household are Ginny and her mum. Ron already wanted to hex me and Harry…well let's just say he'd most likely never speak to me again."

"That's absurd, especially considering the muck you three have been through together," Draco scoffed. "If Potty and Weaselbee can't accept all of you then they don't deserve your friendship, do they?"

Hermione blinked and stared at Draco for awhile. "When in ruddy hell did you begin offering sage advice?"

"I always have; you were just too busy running your own mouth to notice," he slyly replied.

Hermione pretended to cuff Draco round the ear. "Thanks for the shirt, Draco," she told him.

"It's no problem," he replied lightly. "In fact, keep it. I think I have about thirty more black shirts that I can use."

Flashing the young blonde another smile, Hermione picked her robe and left the room.

"I am never getting married," Draco said aloud to himself, shaking his head after she'd gone.
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