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For the Love of Malfoy	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Master Draco? You wanted to see me?"

"Ah, yes Arthur. I've decided that I want to through a party in honor of my unborn heir. I'm going to leave all of the preparations up to you, but I'll want it done by next Saturday. Is this possible?"

Arthur bowed low to Draco, who sat comfortably behind his large mahogany desk. "Yes Master Draco. I'll see that everything is arranged." Draco nodded his head in thanks as Arthur left the room. After the door shut and Draco was once again left to his thoughts, he lifted a hand to message the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh.

After all, he might have just sent himself to an early grave...

Draco reached into one of his top drawers and pulled out an old green book from within. After tapping the cover with his wand four times he opened it and flipped through it's many pages until he reached a blank one. He dipped his quill into the ink bottle and began to write...

Entry Number 117.

There are only two more months to go. Only two more months until I'm going to be called a father. And only two more months for me to decide what to do with Granger.

It's odd, but I find himself less and less angered by her presence everyday. I no longer care that the mudblood is sleeping in my home, nor do I really care that it's she who is carrying my child.

Though I'd never tell her that.

Her presence has been rather...tolerable as of late. I often find myself looking forward to our next meeting, if only to send a cocky remark her way and for her to shoot one right back at me. She's got a lot of spirit for a mudblood. She doesn't treat me like the heir to the Malfoy fortune, that's for sure. And after the whole ordeal with Pansy, it's a refreshing breath of air. I'm not saying that I find her company favorable or anything. I'm just saying that it could be worse. Perhaps, if I'm lucky, my son will take her fighter's spirit and not that frizzy mane that she calls hair.

Ok, so It's not all that frizzy anymore. In fact, she's grown quite a considerable amount in appearance these last few months. Not that she's drop dead gorgeous or anything, but her hair does resemble that of fine silk as it flows down her back in thick shinny waves...shouldn't think that way. She's a mudblood after all. I mean...she probably just uses hair products or something. I bet it takes her hours in the morning to sort the mess out.

I don't really know why I thought about that. But I find myself thinking a lot of her as of late. I often find my gaze traveling toward her swollen stomach as well. It looks quite lovely on her, I must say. I had one of the house elves make some clothing for her so that she no longer had to charm her old clothes to fit her ever developing body. I knew that she'd be shocked when she received them (it's not like I gave it to her to be kind. I just didn't want her walking around my home with her disgusting garments any longer). Though the shock was all mine when she came down to dinner that night with the thick brown sweater that hugged tightly over her breasts and stomach, and hung a bit long over her hands, so that she had to hold the bottom with her long feminine fingers. I couldn't help but think that she looked rather charming.

Oh Merlin, why am I thinking this way? It's not like she means anything to me. It's not like I want her to be a permanent part of my life.

Though I'm starting to think that I have no choice.

That night about a month ago were Granger and I had that argument inside of the baby's room opened my eyes to the truth of the matter. There's honestly no way that I'm going to win this. Granger, being the stubborn witch that she is, refused to ever leave the child. And so I began to think, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to keep her around. After all, did I want to take from my child the same that was taken from me? She could stay and show the boy love and care (in limited amounts of course. I don't want him to be weak) and I can look at her as a sort os nanny. The only problem is, I haven't really seemed to be looking at her like a nanny lately.

I have decided, in order to take my mind away from this trivial matter, I'm going to throw a party in honor of my son. It's been a while since I've seen a lot of my distant relatives and friends, so I figured it would be a welcome event. But then I remembered the mother of my heir.

And how she's a mudblood...

But then I figured, the only one who really knew Granger was Blaise and Snape (who would be the only two from Hogwarts I'd invite) and if asked, they would surly keep her dirty blood a secret from the rest of my guests. It's as simple as that.

Though something deep down inside tells me that there's more to frightening matters to come...

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Hermione was lying on her back in a small room somewhere in the manner. An old house elf was hovering above her with its large floppy ear lying against the swell of her stomach and Hermione looked around the room nervously. She hated these dumb check-ups that Malfoy insisted she'd have every week.

"I want to make sure my heir is healthy!" He'd say while he waved a hand casually about.

Yeah, well he wasn't the one who had to go through them. He didn't know how awkward it was to have lie here while some weird creature poked and prodded every part of your body...

"Miss!" piped the little elf. "Miss, would would you like to see a picture? I can show you a picture if you wish it!" it said as it bowed over and over again to Hermione.

"A picture? You mean of the baby? Oh, yes. I'd love that," said Hermione excitedly. The house elf smiled at Hermione with ragged teeth as it lifted one finger and placed the tip of it on the middle of her stomach. It then lifted its other hand and pointed to the air in front of Hermione's face. A few short seconds later the air in front of Hermione began to crackle and take form until a small square box sat in front of her with a moving picture inside of it and Hermione gasped.

It's tiny little hands were clenched into fists beside it's head and it's legs were bent up against it's chest.

'It's sleeping...' Hermione thought as she felt a warm tear run down the side of her cheek. 'My baby is sleeping.'

"Very pretty, this one will be!" said the elf. "And powerful too, miss! Very powerful! She'll take after her mother in brains as well!"

Hermione began to choke. "She?"

"Of course, miss!"

Hermione's eyes widened for a moment as she began to softly giggle, until her giggling broke lose into laughter, which then turned into hysterics.

Oh man was Malfoy going to get a big surprise! His heir is a girl!Of course, Hermione couldn't care less what the baby was, but Malfoy surly would...

This could work out to Hermione's favor. It was obvious that Malfoy didn't want a girl which would allow Hermione to waltz out of the manner with her baby after it was...after she was born. She of course had to keep it a secret until then, because Malfoy would throw her out in a second if he found out she was no longer of any use to him.

It wasn't so bad staying here, Hermione found. It was quiet and peaceful, and the manner really was beautiful. Not to mention she received free food and lodging. Malfoy even sent her new clothes the other week! It was surprising, to say the least when she'd opened her door to see the boxes of new clothes lying neatly on the floor. But not as surprising as the look that flashed across Malfoy's face when she'd gone down to dinner that night.

She'd barely seen him the last couple of days and Hermione was beginning to think that something strange was taking place. People had been showing up at the manner as of late. Some were carrying swatches of color samples, while others carried trays of different foods. Hermione wasn't stupid, and she knew that Malfoy was planning some sort of gathering. She just wasn't sure what it was for.

She'd get her answers though, one way or another.

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"Granger. I'd like to inform you of a party I am throwing in honor of my heir. You're invited of course."

Hermione smiled. "And if it weren't for the child in my womb, who is the honored guest at your party, i'd be locked away in my room, correct?"

"Why would you presume such a thing?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"Because it's you," Hermione answered.

"Hm," was Draco's lame reply as he lifted his fork to his mouth. "It's going to take place this Saturday. I took the liberty of buying you a dress, and I hired a stylist to help you get ready. You have no obligation to any of my guests so you do not need to speak to any of them, but I will announce you in the beginning of the party. After that you may leave and do as you wish."

Hermione frowned. For some odd reason, a tiny pinprick of hurt shuddered through her heart as he said those words. He wanted to hide her. He didn't want anyone to know who she was, other than the carrier of his child.

He was embarrassed.

Hermione looked down at her dinner plate and for the first time since she'd become pregnant, she didn't feel hungry. In fact, the weight of her stomach made her feel heavier than ever before...

She slowly pushed herself up as her swollen ankles protested. A sharp pain stabbed through her back and she let out a hiss of pain and clenched her eyes shut. At the other side of the table, Draco's eyes shot up to her and began searching for her discomfort, and his hands clenched the table cloth in an effort not to stand and help her. Hermione opened her eyes.

"I'm not so hungry anymore. I think I'll go to bed now," she said in a distant voice. Draco's eyebrows knit together in confusion as he watched the pained expression on her face. Not until she had waddled out of the room did Draco stand, and with one more glance toward the door she exited, walked out of the dinning room with a hurried pace.

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Hermione had every intention of walking straight to her room and going to bed. So why was it that she suddenly found herself lying on a couch in one of the many living rooms?She was staring at the wall opposite to her with a dazed expression. Above the warm crackling fire was a family portrait that showed a picture of a young Malfoy with his parents. He looked to be no older than 10 and he was standing beside his mother, who sat elegantly in a chair in front of him. She was beautiful. She had long golden hair that was slung over one shoulder and flowed down in think shiny waves to the middle of her stomach. Her almond shaped eyes were a deep green and they danced merrily as she stared ahead. Every once and a while her hand would move from her lap to pat Malfoy's, which was resting softly on her shoulder.

Malfoy looked about the same, only younger. His hair looked darker then, but was still greased back into the style of his school days (which she was grateful he no longer did). His face looked a bit happier back then. It didn't carry the burden of his later days. But Hermione did notice that every couple of seconds his face would clench in pain and his eyes would flicker to his father, who stood stiffly beside him. Hermione found that the cause of this was Lucius's hand, which seemed to tighten on Draco's shoulder. Hermione frowned as she looked over Lucius. His dead eyes stared back at her which sent a chill up her spine.

Hermione's eyes teared away from his when she heard a bang from the other side of the room. She sat up and looked toward the door way to see Malfoy walking in with a hot cup of tea in his hand.

"I thought that you said you were going to bed?" he asked as he stopped suddenly in front of her.

"I was. But I - I couldn't sleep," her eyes narrowed. "Why? Were you looking for me or something?"

Draco looked a bit nervous as he grunted and lifted the tea in his hand toward her. "I just wanted to bring you this. It's an herbal tea, to help your sore muscles."

Hermione took the tea from his hands with wide eyes. "Thank you," she said in a small voice. Draco merely shrugged his shoulders and sat down in an arm chair beside her.

They sat in silence as Hermione sipped on her tea. Almost instantly she felt the muscles in her body relax, and she sighed in content as she set the empty cup on the coffee table in front of her.

"Wow, it really does work. How did you - ouch!" Hermione gasped as her hands went up to her stomach. Draco quickly leaned toward her.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked, a bit to franticly he noticed with a frown.

Hermione settled back down onto the couch. "Oh, it's nothing. Baby's just a little feisty tonight s'all." Draco's eyes flashed down to her stomach, and Hermione turned to him with a smirk. "Do you want to feel it?" She asked. Draco's eyes widened.

"No - no, of course I don't want to feel it," he said as he laughed nervously. "I mean...if you don't mind then - but you don't have to, I don't really care or anything," Draco said quickly as he swiped the hair from his face. Hermione simply rolled her eyes and lifted his hand up and placed it on her stomach. His eyes widened even farther as she did so, because almost instantly he felt a sharp kick from inside of her stomach. He looked up at her and a smile spread over his face as he turned to look back down at his hand, which still rested over his child.

Hermione could not tear her eyes away from his face. He really was beautiful. And he was touching her...

Merlin, these raging hormones flowing through her body made her feel like she was going through puberty all over again. And being touched by a man for the first time in months was taking it's toll on her body. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. And as she did so, Draco's eyes flashed up toward her face and he also found it hard to breath as he gazed upon her flushed appearance.

Her cheeks were a rosy red and her eye lashes were fluttering in the most enchanting way over her cheeks. Her mouth was slightly open as she let out little puffs of air. Draco's eyes flashed down to his hand. Was this the cause of her instability? Were his touches...making her blush in arousal? He brushed his hand slowly up to the bottom of her breast and he watched her face for a reaction. She gasped in surprise and her eyes closed tighter as she let out a soft moan. Draco's eyes glazed over with lust as he moved onto the couch beside her and lifted his hand that last inch so that he was cupping her breast. Instantly she arched up to his touch and her eyes fluttered open to reveal a confused arousal in her depths.

Draco turned her so that she was lying with her head on the arm rest and he crawled up her body, supporting his weight with his arm which sat beside her head. His face was a hairs length away from hers as he looked down at her.

"Do you want this?" he asked in a husky whisper. Hermione moaned and closed her eyes. His question was answered. He closed the space between them in a second as his lips crashed down onto hers. Their tounges fought for dominance, but Hermione quickly gave in and his tounge swept into her mouth and licked every part of her cavern. She could feel his hard length thrusting against her thigh and her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure.

Draco felt all his control snap as she reached down and rubbed her hand roughly against his cock. He quickly tore his mouth away from hers as he slid down her body and pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees. Hermione screamed with pleasure as his mouth engulfed her clit and began flicking it with his tongue. He lifted two fingers and easily slid them into her warmth as he began to pump in and out of her, making her scream louder and louder with each passing second. Hermione's hands went up to her breasts and began to message them as he worked her, and Hermione suddenly felt her body tremble as she neared her edge.

With one more hard suck, Hermione screamed as she came. Her body was trembling with after orgasm waves as he once again slid up her body. He was still breathing hard as he struggled to keep his weight off of her, and Hermione suddenly realized the large lump that still pushed painfully against his pants. Her eyes flashed up to his face and she nearly gasped at the amount of torture it held. Hermione did not hesitate as she slid out from under him and pushed him down so that he was sitting right side up on the couch. She bent down so that she was on her knees in front of him, and she did not look up to see his reaction as she unzipped his pants and snaked a hand inside to release his hard cock from his boxers. She hear him groan with pleasure as she slid a hand down its length.

Hermione licked the tip experimentally and was pleased when he gasped and softly trusted up to her mouth. Her hand began to pump the lower part of his shaft as she moved her mouth onto the top and brought it deep into her throat. She moved with a steady pace and Draco began to thrust his hips with every downward motion she made. Her eyes moved up to look at him, and she saw his head lying back on the couch with his eyes closed tightly and his mouth parted as he released tiny moans.

Hermione gently scraped her teeth up his length and was shocked as he suddenly pushed her away and lifted his cock to his stomach as he came. Hermione watched his face as it screwed up with, what looked like pain, but she knew was pleasure.

After a few moments of panted breaths, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. A small smile spread over his face, and Hermione couldn't help but smile back. He cleaned himself with with wand and then buttoned his pants. Hermione didn't know what made her do it, but for some reason she lied her head down on his lap and closed her eyes. Draco stilled for a moment, but then calmed as he lifted a hand to stroke her hair and something in the back of Draco's head whispered to him...

I told you so.

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