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In Fond Remembrance	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the very witty and very rich JK Rowling. I do not make any make any money - from this story. I do own the computer this was typed on.

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After exhausting two of the next seven months in research, the pensieve confirmed two facts:
1. Hermione had made zero progress on determining the root of Draco’s “little problem”, and
2. With the time spent at the Manor, it made no sense to live at the cottage while the work continued
Resigned to setting up a (temporary) bivouac at a place she never thought to see the insides of again, Hermione concentrated on creating as little disruption to Lyra’s life as possible after releasing Draco from that vow regarding Lyra’s (occasional) habitation in her ancestral home.
Assured he wouldn’t be neutered by the vow, Draco modified the wards at the Manor to allow Hermione, Lyra, Rachel and Richard access at any time.
Narcissa graciously took over her granddaughter’s daily schedule. Lyra awoke in her own bed at the cottage each morning with Rachel and Nana Cissa preparing her for school. As the least intimidating Malfoy (at least where school was concerned), Narcissa delivered her granddaughter to her class (Lucius maintained none of the children had any “class” as he defined it) each day. Hermione met the child after school and the family (whose size changed on a daily basis) shared supper together at the cottage. Invariably, clean-up required Pa-pa and Pépé Lucius or Lyra balked at participating — withholding goodnight kisses until the kitchen was shipshape.
At this point, Draco and Hermione would perform Lyra’s bedtime ritual while Narcissa “calmed” Lucius’ nerves in the cottage guest room (Lucius being allergic to the work entailed in washing dishes). Draco set the silencing spell in the guest room himself to ensure Lyra discovered nothing more about marital relations until her 190th birthday.
At the end of the day one of the adults would remain overnight with the child and the routine would begin anew in the morning.
Secretly, Draco and Richard executed Draco’s own little “project” at the cottage.
Back at the Manor, Draco’s room became Draco and Hermione’s room and the Nursery got a full makeover with Hermione’s assistance and Lyra’s choices. Slytherin green and silver became peach and lemon (in deference to Hermione — Narcissa suggested neutral colors until Lyra was sorted at Hogwarts).
Hermione’s days immersed her in two millennia of pure-blood shenanigans and political manipulation in wizarding Britain. The Malfoy family private library, which ran half the length and depth of the Manor on the uppermost floor of the estate, had an unexpectedly intense effect on her.
Draco ushered her the first time, with a dramatic turn of the ornate handle, into a place he knew she’d adore — after he’d spent considerable time removing all materials having anything to do with dark magic…
Four Weeks Earlier…
“Here it is, Lioness. Everything known and written about the Malfoys since nearly the start of the Roman Empire.”
A fluid wave from the estate’s only heir parted floor to ceiling curtains, allowing the late summer sunlight to radiate light and warmth into the cavernous room. The Malfoy estate libraries held five times the books in the collections at Cambridge and Oxford combined.
Floor-to-ceiling walls 20-feet high provided shelf after shelf after shelf of space for every type of tome. In the family library, Ron’s favorite “Babbity Rabbity” sat on a shelf at child height, ready to be grasped in little hands and enjoyed on the cushy carpet. Ten first editions of “Hogwarts: A History” dampened her knickers as each dispensed magical commentary by the author.
Between the bookcases hung small, empty portraits bearing platinum and gold plaques identifying the Malfoys who should have been depicted. A cursory glance informed her that nearly every Malfoy — dead and living — could “visit” the room from their larger, more formal paintings dispersed throughout the Manor.
Over 500 books near the ceiling, with titles concealed by an “Over-17” age-limit charm, covered every aspect of hetero-sex, piquing Hermione’s curiosity: is this where Draco honed his knowledge and would she be able to supplement her meager understanding of how to please her man?
“Ohhh… Draco…” Hermione moaned, dragging her hands and fingers over hand-bound animal-hide covers magically imprinted with titles and authors in what she assumed to be real gold embossing.
He’d heard that tone from her before, most recently about 2:00 this morning in their bedroom adjoining her research suite.
“Lioness? Are you well?” came hesitantly from her very confused client/lover.
“How can I not be?” Hermione sent back in a whiskey-throated purr, “All this is… stimulating…” she finished, coming nearer and nearer to his location on the sofa while still trailing that finger over her “discoveries”.
In seven years of library time at Hogwarts, he’d never seen a place affect Hermione Granger like this.
Leaning forward to study her more closely, Draco pondered whether he’d missed removing one of the texts on dark magic. Had she been spelled by one of his ancestors? He wouldn’t put it past them to hex their own books with something malicious that only affected muggle-borns. Worried at her responses, Draco waited impatiently for her to make the circuit of the rather large room before offering any support to her unspoken needs.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Yes, Dragon… There is.” and before he could react, Hermione pounced on him and pinned him on the sofa underneath her.
How she’d managed that rugby tackle remained a mystery to Draco but when he’d regained his place in the real world she had his trousers unbuttoned and her hand in his boxers in a manner guaranteed to make them too small in a hurry. His cock, never the most compliant of his numerous body parts, egged her on by growing, throbbing, weaving and weeping in her familiar hand. Her mouth locked not on his mouth, but on his nipple underneath his undershirt — an action his cock encouraged despite Draco’s struggle to figure out what in hell had possessed (literally) his lioness.
“Hermione???”
“Yes, lover?”
Lover? In the library???
“Aren’t we here to research my… umm… problem?”
“We are researching it. We’re checking your response and delivery system. You mentioned problems with Astoria, did you not?”
Teeth teased the hard little pillboxes his nipples had become making his cock very, very joyful but scrambling his ability to remember who Astoria was and why he’d be thinking about her now.
“Can’t… think… right… now…”
He couldn’t speak for Hermione, but Draco barely tolerated his own skin as it rippled and scintillated with nerve activity from head to heel. Everywhere she touched jacked up the pressure his cock could handle. Right now it stood at 1.5 times its normal rated capacity with no top end in sight.
“If you… keep this up… it’s-it’s-it’s gonna feel l-l-like you’re having a baby when I enter you, w-w-w-witch!”
“Lyra was a solid nine pounder. I can handle you. The bigger, the better — for both of us.”
Somewhere during the nuzzling of his nipple Hermione disappeared his clothing, leaving him flat on his back wearing nothing but her. Her mouth traveled north to his open lips — open to express his utter bewilderment at her behavior.
“Not that I’m uninterested —”
“— because I have proof” and she squeezed the head sprouting out of that tight foreskin, “that you are very interested —”
“— but isn’t this a bit… out of the norm for us? My parents might walk in at any time.”
“Let them. They’ll understand what we’re up to.”
At that Draco sat up, Hermione held against him in his newly formed lap.
“Lioness, something’s wrong. You’re not yourself.”
Her first answer arrived near his groin where her hips rocked her knicker-clad lower lips over his cock.
“Too much talking. Shut up and fuck me, Dragon…”
“Something’s wrong with you, luv.”
“Ughhh! What’s wrong with me is my skin’s on fire — I’M on fire — and you want to discuss whether we shoud do something about it.”
Her undies disappeared leaving them skin to skin. Unprepared for that assault, Draco responded the only way he knew how: he moaned and groaned like a man in desperate need of a good emptying.
Whatever that tingling was he felt, Hermione had clearly caught it and it drove her to take him and take him hard.
Rocking her now naked and slick triangle against his very willing cock raised beads of sweat on both. Unable to control what was happening long enough to stop what was happening, Draco surrendered. In this position — sitting near the edge of the sofa with Hermione straddling him face-to-face — his favorite bits of her lay in easy reach of his mouth and he took full advantage (at the insistence of his willful cock). The rhythmic rubbing of her nether lips kept blood pooling in an area he thought was already full.
For her part, Hermione had never needed Draco as she did now.
The stinging on her skin settled in her blood as she’d approached him from the stacks, demanding they join until her body — and his — returned to their normal electro-chemical readings. Only her labor with Lyra rivaled the biological imperative streaking through her to see this physical mandate through to completion. Her mind informed her that once would be enough — that the level of sensation and release would amp up so high only a single encounter would be necessary. In fact, knowledge she’d been unaware of warned her not to repeat this act too soon, lest they be hurt or killed by its intensity.
And so, fully in control of the event, Hermione raised up and captured Draco’s member in her hand. Redirecting it to a more vertical position, she lowered herself at a steady rate onto an organ that did indeed feel as big as her daughter passing through the birth canal.
She groaned in pleasure for over three minutes at his new-found girth and length.
Draco’s tongue, meanwhile, sought her breasts in hopes of distracting her rhythm and buying time between now and orgasmic lift-off. Each upward thrust into Hermione forced him to widen his legs, giving his testicles room to expand and contain the load her exertions built in his poor, overstretched sac. His mouth covered her nipples and then some, suckling as he fantasized his daughter had done as a newborn. His hands would’ve helped his mouth and tongue out but both were clamped on Hermione’s hips to prevent her from tumbling backwards or landing on him at an odd angle and snapping a very delicate body part in half.
“Dragon… Don’t hold back! Need to come…”
“Slow down, Lioness! I won’t last! Fuck, woman!”
“Please, baby, please come! Need you to come…”
Pushing down on her hips, Draco shifted up a gear to piston mode and pounded into her like the rods on a well-tuned Jag. Not too many minutes later the inevitable occurred.
“Fuck! gonna-come, Gonna-Come, GONNA-COME!”
“Oh-Oh-Oh Dragon!! coming-Coming-COMing-COMING!!”
Draco pushed hard into her cervix to deliver his seed well into the neck of her womb — and not a drop of the precious gel slithered down her contracting walls, violating physics and gravity in equal measures.
As suddenly as it began, the imperative subsided and the tingling reduced to a background feeling experienced by both.
“That,” Draco panted, “defies logic —”
“— and reason…” she gasped, her breathing still accelerated.
“Do you want to explain why you very nearly raped me?”
“Do you want to explain where all that extra size came from?”
“Must be a pure-blood thing. Truthfully, Lioness, I don’t know. ”
“Ditto. I suspect something in this room triggered… this. Did this ever happen with Astoria?”
“Nothing that’s ever happened between us happened with Astoria. Astoria wasn’t known for her interest in books; I don’t think she any spent time here. Here’s a thought — let’s test it tonight after we put Lyra to bed.”
Leaning back into his quivering arms, Hermione gave him an affectionate look and pronounced her conclusion about the man she loved —
“You an arse and an incubus, Malfoy.”

AN: For those who have emailed, no - I haven't abandoned the story "The Best Of...", I'm just tidying the pieces that won't be included for independent publication.
Trelweny - Glad you like the theme park interactions. No, Ginny had more sense than to sneak on the coaster. Draco and Lucius, of course, have a need for speed and apparently so does Lyra.
Ravie-Snake - No matter how compasionate, infertility treatments are invasive and embarrassing - especially for guys. Nurse Ditch may need to ply her trade in another branch of medicine - like emergency triage. Neither Lucius nor Draco are accepting the real possibility of being dirt poor at this point so, of course, they buy an amusement park for Lyra's birthday to solve an employee problem.
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