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Three Years Have Passed Since The War Ended	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So. Much. Red. Hair.

Draco had reluctantly become an honorary member of the Weasley clan. When they returned from their Christmas vacation, Hermione had invited everyone to her house for a party and introduced Draco to the family.

Ginny and Harry spoke to Ron beforehand, but Ron was surprisingly supportive of Hermione and Draco. He had no lingering romantic feelings for Hermione and had watched her suffer through dates with men not worthy of her beauty and intelligence. Ron was currently helping Harry shrink boxes of Hermione’s books to transport to Chateau d’Amour as they jokingly called the French house.

Somehow Draco had ended up with a sleeping baby Edward in his arms. He should have been helping move Hermione’s things to Chateau d’Amour (damn that stupid catchy name!), but it was nice to get a break from moving Hermione’s boxes upon boxes of books. They had been able to move most of their belongings on their own, but Hermione and Draco were ready to have their houses cleared out. They’d sold their cottages and the new owners were poised to take over in a few days time.

Ginny poked Hermione. “Look at Malfoy. He’s a natural with babies.”

He really was. Bill and Fleur’s children were fascinated by Draco, conversing with him in French and awed by his ability to create toys out of common household objects. Baby Edward immediately took to Draco, studying his face with his eyes and his drool-y hands. Molly Weasley, who was of the belief that children knew when someone was good, was charmed by Draco’s ability with the kids.

“He is,” Hermione said. “I can’t believe you’re here helping, Gin.”

“I need a distraction. I’m ready for this baby to be born.”

“Maybe Draco can babysit for you,” Hermione joked.

“You two are going to be first on my list after Mum and Dad.”

Draco walked into Hermione’s bedroom with Edward still happily snuggled into his chest.

“I have to go see my mum,” he whispered into Hermione’s ear. She gently took the sleeping baby and kissed Draco.

Draco stepped out of the cottage and headed towards Azkaban Prison.

Draco was transported to Azkaban by an Auror for his twice yearly visit to see his mother. It was cold and grey on the island that housed the prison. He pulled his thick robe around himself, trying to keep the dampness at bay.

He was led to a small room for visiting. At least they were alone. He could talk to her without fear of someone listening to their conversation.

His fragile mother smiled widely when she saw her handsome son.

“Mother,” he said, giving her hands a squeeze. Embracing prisoners was not permitted.

“Draco,” she said, sitting down. “I’ve missed you, son.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Mother. It’s been wonderful receiving your letters.”

“How did that come about, Draco?” Draco was as crafty as any Slytherin, but the Malfoys had fallen down the social ladder over the past few years.

“Hermione Granger and Harry Potter petitioned the Head Auror to amend your and father’s communication privileges.”

Narcissa looked at her son quizzically. “Why, son?”

Draco swallowed and looked at his mother’s confused face. “Hermione and I are together. I intend to ask her to marry me.”

Narcissa was quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “She petitioned the Head Auror for me and your father? We’ve been horrible to her.”

“She did it for me. She knows how much I worry about you both. It helps ease my mind to get your letters.”

“Your letters have been my window to a happier time, Draco. How was Miss Granger able to forgive you for the way you acted as a boy?”

Draco smiled at his mother. “She’s an amazing woman. She sees the good in people and knows that people can change. Hermione’s also brilliant and interesting. We always have something to discuss.”

Any Slytherin worth their salt could adapt to the winds of change and Narcissa Malfoy was no different. She understood that Draco would make his way in society only if he bought into the new world order, which he clearly did. Hermione Granger wasn’t whom she’d have picked for her son, but Draco’s well-being and care clearly mattered to the altruistic Miss Granger. The Malfoy family might have a chance at survival if this union succeeded.

“I never thought our lives would be as hard as they’ve become. But I’m grateful you’ve found someone who can look past your transgressions and your family. Miss Granger makes you happy?”

“Very happy, Mother.”

“When will you ask her to marry you?” Narcissa’s ten-year sentence would be bearable if she knew her son was loved and safe. She felt her heart contract at the idea of seeing her son’s future family once her ordeal was over.

“Soon. We’ll be living together after this weekend.”

“Draco! That’s not proper,” Narcissa scolded.

“I know, Mother, but…the world is different. I’m trying very hard to adapt to how other people do things. Young couples sometimes live together before they marry.” He didn’t tell his mother that it had been his idea to move in together.

She sighed. “How is your father?”

“I haven’t seen him since the first year of his sentence. His letters are very, um, meditative. He has a lot of remorse for his actions.”

“You must visit him next time. I will be fine, my son.”

“Are you sure, Mother? He specifically told me to use my visits to see you.”

Narcissa wiped tears from her eyes. “Yes. Knowing that you are content and in love makes my life bearable. Continue to write me and tell me about your life.”

A guard came into the room to take Narcissa back to her cell.

“Goodbye, Mother,” Draco said, giving her bony hand another gentle press.

“Goodbye, my son.”

Hermione was arranging her clothing in the master bedroom closet when Draco returned from his visit. He sat on the bed, looking downcast. Hermione couldn’t imagine how horrid it would be to visit a parent in prison. He was a loyal son.

She sat next to him and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. He turned to her, taking in her expression of concern. He'd never had someone exhibit this type of regard for his feelings before.

“I’m okay,” he murmured, leaning into her soft lips for a kiss. His tongue stroked hers with firm pressure, while his hands tangled in her long hair. After the thick, depressing air of Azkaban, Draco felt that he could finally breathe.

His hands found the twin weights of her breasts, rubbing her pert nipples through her soft t-shirt. She broke the kiss and moaned. Draco helped divest her of her clothing, while she stroked his face and neck. He kicked off his shoes and began to unbutton his shirt.

“Let me.” Feminine hands deftly unbuttoned his shirt, helping him push the fine fabric off his chest. Hermione nipped his flat nipples while she unbuckled his belt.

“Merlin,” he swore.

Draco unzipped his pants and stood to kick off the rest of his clothing. He took her hand and led her to the middle of the large bed.

Hermione’s hands stroked Draco’s body, enjoying his sighs as he began to relax. She straddled him, kissing down his body towards his straining erection.

To Draco, there was not a sight more erotic than a naked Hermione gratifying him with her body. He could feel the heat and moisture of her core on his thighs as she leaned over him. His cock nestled between her breasts as she kissed his abdomen. Draco pushed her tits together, roughly pinching her nipples.

“Mmm,” she moaned, letting Draco thrust himself between her aroused tits. She licked at his tip as he got close to her lips.

“Fuck, Granger,” he bit out. His thrusting stopped and Hermione took him into her mouth. He exhaled loudly.

Draco watched her full lips take him to the root, then pull up, her tongue feasting on his bulbous head. She used one hand to fist his hardness while her other hand fingered her own folds. When Hermione felt herself get close to orgasm, she stopping sucking and impaled herself on Draco.

He bucked into her tight cunt while she ground herself on him. Draco pulled her down to suck at her full breasts.

“Mmm, so good, Malfoy,” she moaned.

Draco felt himself close to release. “Come with me,” he growled.

“Yes, oh Merlin, yes!” she screamed, letting herself go. She had been teetering on the edge of orgasm for minutes.

Draco groaned, emptying himself into her. He pulled her down to rest on his chest.

“Draco?”

“Yeah, love?”

Hermione thought for a moment about what she wanted to say to Draco to express her feelings. But it was complex.

“Do you want to take a bath with me?”

He pinched her bum.

“Malfoy!”

“Will you let me have my way with you in the bath?”

Nuzzling into his neck, she murmured, “Whatever you want.”

He took a deep breath, hugging her close. “Thank you.” Hermione knew he wasn’t referring to the incredible sex they’d just had.

She kissed his neck and led him towards the bath.
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