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Can We Make It	By : Jenxiaris Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10938 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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20th December 1998

Hermione, Draco, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Luna and Pansy were sitting on the Hogwarts Express on their way home for Christmas. They had managed to get one of the bigger carriages on the train and were currently spread out across the benches and talking about their plans for the holidays.

"Are we going to see you at the Burrow over the holidays Hermione?" questioned Ginny, who had her feet up and was having her shoulders rubbed by Harry.

"I do plan on coming to see your parents but I don't know when yet, I suppose it depends on what happens with my parents," Hermione answered, although she did not look up at the group. The young witch was feeling very emotional that day and thinking about her father was bringing tears to her eyes.

"You are of course all welcome at the Manor whenever you want." added Draco as he wrapped an arm around Hermione.

"Err... Thanks Draco, we'll see." was Harry's response. He wasn't all that enthused at the idea of going back to that particular dwelling after his last trip there.

"So Pansy, is George meeting you at King's Cross to go back to the flat above the shop or are you coming to the Burrow with us?" enquired Ron who currently had Luna fast asleep with her head resting in his lap.

"He said to come back with you. To be honest I don't think he goes up to the flat very much, too many memories of Fred. At least that was what he mumbled when I asked him the other day." Pansy answered.

…

They spent the rest of the journey talking and watching Harry lose yet again to Ron at Wizard's Chess.

Ron had just managed to wake up Luna when they pulled into Kings Cross and he; Harry and Draco got all their luggage off of the train. Mr and Mrs Weasley met them when they got onto platform 9¾.

"Oh, it's so wonderful to have you all home!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley as she hugged and kissed everyone including Draco, who was still a little shocked at the gesture although slightly more prepared this time.

When she reached Hermione she gave her a hug. "Thank you ever so much for the scan photo Hermione, I appreciate you thinking of me. I may not be your mother but I love you as one of my own and this is just as much my grandchild as all the other little ones that will be joining us soon enough." she whispered to Hermione.

"You're welcome Mrs. Weasley"

"Now now, enough of this Mrs. Weasley business, you're an adult now, please call me Molly." Mrs. Weasley chided her.

Mr. Weasley went ahead and brought the car he had borrowed from the Ministry around to the front of the station and the group made their way to the barrier that would take them to the main station.

"I haven't seen your mother today Draco, how are you getting home?" Mrs. Weasley enquired.

"She's meeting us outside of the station. She was a little uncomfortable on the platform when she saw me off at the start of term. A lot of people still think that she should be in Azkaban with my father." Draco informed the group.

"That is awful, never mind dear, we'll walk you out to meet her."

When they got to the entrance of the station they spotted Mrs. Malfoy waiting beside a chauffer driven car with blacked out windows. Draco and Hermione said their goodbyes to the group and went over to the car, with Draco wheeling their luggage on a trolley.

"Hello mother." Draco kissed his mother on the cheek.

"Oh Hermione dear, don't you look absolutely radiant, your just glowing!" Mrs. Malfoy kissed Hermione on both cheeks and laid a manicured hand over her ever-growing bump.

"Thank you Mrs. Malfoy, it is lovely to see you again." Hermione greeted the older witch.

"Please call me Narcissa; you are the mother of my grandchild."

"Now before you get in the car Draco and I have organised a little surprise for you." Narcissa covered Hermione's eyes and helped her get in the car before removing her hands.

"Hello Hermione."

"Oh my goodness! Oh mum I'm so happy to see you. What are you doing here? Where's dad?" Hermione was hugging her mother very tightly.

"Your father is being a stubborn child and there was no way I was going to spend this Christmas without you, especially considering last Christmas I didn't know you existed. So when Narcissa extended and invitation to us to spend the holidays with you at the Malfoy home I accepted."

"But who is dad spending Christmas with?" Hermione asked.

"He's spending it with your great-aunt Mildred." her mother answered. She seemed rather amused at the thought as great-aunt Mildred had about ten cats in her home and Mr. Granger was thoroughly allergic to every one of them.

"Let's hope all the sneezing brings him back to his senses." she continued. "I think he thought that since he never reacted to Crookshanks he will be okay, but I know that your cat wasn't really a cat so I let him go and I hope he regrets it for the whole holiday, maybe then he'll see that he is making a big mistake." Mrs. Granger was of course referring to the fact that Crookshanks was part Kneazel.

"So, he really didn't want to spend Christmas with us?" Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes again.

"I'm sorry darling, you know how stubborn your father can be." Mrs. Granger wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulder and they sat back in the seat waiting to set off to the Manor.

A moment later Draco and his mother got in the car and the driver pulled out into the road.

"I can't wait to see your house. Is 'the Manor' just a nickname or is it an actual manor?" Mrs. Granger asked rather excitedly, "You know I've not been to a magical house yet..."

Hermione stiffened up instantly. It had only just occurred to her that she would in fact have to spend Christmas and then later on her married life in the home of her worst nightmares.

"Are you okay Hermione? You've gone awfully stiff?" her mother asked.

"Babe, what's the matter? Are you okay?" Draco asked in concern from the seat opposite.

"Stop the car; I need to get out, NOW!" Hermione all but shrieked.

The driver pulled over into a side street and Hermione fled the car and vomited onto the pavement. Draco got out of the car to see if she was okay.

"Oh Baby, are you alright. What set it off this time? There isn't any food or potions in the car."

"No no no, I can't do it. I can't go there, not the manor. Oh Merlin, we've been so busy, I just didn't think. Oh god, I can't bare it." Hermione was getting hysterical and Draco was having a hard time understanding her as she was rambling very quickly.

He tried to hold her but she freaked out even more "Don't touch me, get away from me!"

"Hermione, you were only sick a little bit, calm down." Draco looked to the car for help.

Both their mothers got out of the car and upon seeing Narcissa, Hermione cried even harder. She looked ever so much like her sister.

Her mum came over "Darling, please tell me what's the matter." she soothed.

"Mum, I can't go there; I can't go into that house. I can't relive it again. Please don't make me." Hermione was crying really hard and Draco stepped back to his mother feeling helpless. He had just realised that it wasn't morning sickness that made her flee from the car; it was the thought of going to the place where she had been so violently tortured.

He mentally kicked himself for not thinking about it before. "Hermione, please; can I come to you?" he was being very careful as he stepped towards her. He didn't want to upset her anymore than she already was.

Mrs. Granger moved away and Draco took her place and engulfed Hermione into a strong hug. She buried her face into his chest and heavily sobbed.

"If you don't want to go into the Manor, you don't have to. There is a small cottage on the estate; we can stay there. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do, I promise."

After a few moments, her breathing calmed and she looked up at him with red eyes. She nodded and left his embrace to get back in the car without saying a word.

Mrs. Malfoy came to her son's side and whispered in his ear, "I'll apparate ahead and ask the house elves to get the cottage ready for you both. Draco, you two are doing really well, don't let our past ruin your future, do whatever she wants." She kissed his cheek and apparated.

"What was all that about?" asked Mrs. Granger. "Why did she react like that at the mention of your house? She told us that she was tortured but honestly I thought it was just teenage drama."

"I'm probably not the best person to be telling you all of this. Let's get home, my mother and I will try to explain everything there; right now I need to get my pregnant wife home and settled." Draco got in the car before Mrs. Granger could answer and she followed suit.

When Draco entered the car, Hermione shuffled over and practically plastered herself against the opposite door, making sure she was as far away from him as possible. Draco shut the door behind his mother in law and the driver re-started the car and drove them home.

...

When they made to the Malfoy estate a few hours later, Draco instructed the driver to go straight to the old cottage on the other side of the grounds before dropping Mrs. Granger at the main house. He didn't want Hermione to get upset again.

Hermione still hadn't said anything when they pulled up outside the old cottage and didn't reply to her mother's "see you later" when she got out of the car.

"I'm really sorry about this Mrs. Granger; I'll come up to the main house and answer your questions as soon as I'm sure she's okay."

"Okay Draco, look after my baby girl for me please, I hate not being able to comfort her but ever since she found out she was a witch and joined your school I've been pretty useless." Mrs. Granger replied.

"I will."

After removing their school trunks from the boot of the car, the driver took Hermione's mother up to the house and Draco led Hermione into the cottage.

It was a small space; open planned and housing a double bed, small kitchenette and a couch, bookshelf and fireplace. "It was where my great-grandfather used to come for some time off from his wife, apparently she was quite an overzealous woman." Draco informed Hermione.

She just nodded and stood in the corner as Draco levitated their trunks next to the bed.

"Will you be okay, while I go and talk to your mother?" Draco asked.

She nodded again.

"Are you going to talk to me?"

She just looked at him.

"Okay, fine." Draco bent and kissed her bump like he always did and she flinched.

Draco left the cottage feeling thoroughly defeated and walked the long path up to the manor.

He found his mother and Mrs. Granger in his mother's parlour. "I am so terribly sorry Jean." his mother was saying.

"So my little girl was really tortured. I thought that she was just being a bit dramatic. Henry always believed her and that's why he reacted the way he did but I suppose I never really understood what she was trying to tell me." Mrs. Granger was softly crying as she spoke to his mother and Draco felt even guiltier for not stopping his aunt.

"I'm sorry too Mrs. Granger. I wish we could have stopped it but you have to understand that we were in an impossible situation," Draco sat next to his mother in law and placed a hand over hers, "my aunt is now dead and my father is in prison for the rest of his life. I swear nothing bad will ever happen to Hermione again."

"I do understand the position you were in Draco, but you have to understand mine. Hermione is pregnant with your child now. If I told you that someone had taken that baby and tortured it, put it through excruciating pain, how would you feel?"

Draco was instantly furious "I would kill them." was his immediate answer. The pure fury in his eyes made him look very much the death eater.

"Would it be possible for me to be shown where I'm staying? I need some time to think about all this."

"Of course." replied Narcissa "Slinky!" she called.

A house elf in a clean white pillowcase popped into the room and bowed. Mrs Malfoy had insisted now that her husband was no longer at the Manor that all the house elves take better care of themselves. No more self-punishment and clean pillowcases (they still felt that clothes were shameful).

"This is Slinky Jean; she will be able to provide you with anything you need while you are here, just call her name."

"Slinky, please could you show Mrs. Granger to the blue room and help her settle in?"

Slinky bowed again "Yes Mistress." She tugged on Mrs. Granger's hand "Follow Slinky please missus." she said. No matter what Narcissa did the house elves did not seem to be able to pick up proper English.

After Mrs. Granger left the room Draco flopped down onto one of the plush couches and let out a sigh "What am I going to do mother? She just flinched when I kissed her. We're going to be living here in six months, what do I do to help her with this?"

"Take it slow Draco. She'll come around. Hopefully over Christmas we will be able to get her into the house and then we'll go from there."

"By the way, the house is lovely mother." Draco commented. Once Draco had gone back to school, Mrs. Malfoy had had the whole Manor redecorated. Mainly to get rid of unwanted memories but mostly to get every single inch of the Dark Lord from their home.

"Thank you dear. I've had your old nursery decorated too. I kept to the colour scheme that you informed me Hermione chose for the nursery in your flat at Hogwarts. Would you like to see it?" Narcissa enquired.

"I would but I think I want to see it with Hermione. I'm going to go and see her now actually mother. I'm really worried about what all this upset is doing to the baby and I can't stand it when she doesn't talk to me." He kissed his mother's cheek and left the manor.

….

When he returned to the little cottage, Draco found Hermione curled up on the couch, fast asleep with a book on her lap.

Not wanting to wake her, Draco carefully removed the book and placed the blanket from the bed over her. He then added more wood to the fire that the elves had started before they had arrived to make sure she was warm enough and sat next to her to look at the book she was reading.

It was the pregnancy book that she had gotten him to read when they had first found out she was pregnant. Draco was relieved that she had managed to calm down enough to read and eventually fall asleep. He opened the book and began to re-read the daddy passages while he waited for his wife to wake up.

….

An hour later Hermione began to stir. Draco placed the book on the small side table next to the couch and stood up. He didn't want to be too close to Hermione in case she recoiled again, he couldn't handle seeing her do that.

Hermione was a little disorientated waking up in a place she didn't know. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around. Her eyes eventually fell on Draco, standing at the other end of the cottage, watching her.

"Why are you all the way over there?" she asked.

"I didn't want to upset you again" he replied in a careful tone of voice.

"Oh right. I'm sorry about the way I behaved towards you earlier; it really wasn't you I was upset at. It had just really hit me for the first time since we got married that I would be expected to actually come here. I don't know why I hadn't thought about it before." Hermione really wanted him to come over but he was keeping his distance.

She got up from the couch and wrapped the blanket around herself. She walked over the small space towards Draco and wrapped her arms around his torso along with the blanket.

"So, it's okay if I touch you now?" Draco asked. He didn't want to do anything to set her off again, but he was desperate to put his arms around her.

"Of course." she replied.

Draco wrapped her up in his arms and kissed the top of her head; then her cheeks, then finally her lips. "You know that I will never let anything happen to you, don't you? You and the baby are my world now. I'll do anything to keep you safe."

"I know, come on lets go see my mum, I'm sure she's freaking out."

"Are you sure you want to go up to the house?" Draco asked, shocked.

"Yes. I just don't want to go near the room it happened in if that's ok with you." she replied.

"Anything you want baby. I just need to do one thing before we go." he kneeled down and lifted Hermione's shirt up. He then proceeded to kiss every inch of the baby bump. "Nothing will ever, ever, ever happen to you little one." he said between kisses.

Hermione giggled, "Come on honey, let's go and see our mothers."

They held hands and walked up to the main house. Draco opened the front door and Hermione took a deep breath before entering.

The first thought that came across Hermione's mind was that it looked nothing like she remembered.

The entrance way was painted a beautiful cream. There was no trace of the gloomy darkness of before. The portraits on the walls began to whisper to each other when they walked in holding hands. On the ceiling was a massive crystal chandelier. It created beautiful colours that sparkled on the walls when the sun shone through the windows next to the front door.

They walked down the long passageway that led to the main part of the house. At the bottom of the passage was a large framed family portrait of Lucius, Narcissa and Draco. Draco looked around fifteen, his portrait self was sneering and looking to his father as if asking for an explanation as to why his enemy was in his house.

"What are you doing in my house mudb…." Lucius demanded.

Before the portrait of his father could finish his sentence, Draco whipped out his wand and cast "Silencio" at it. "I'm sorry baby, that portrait is going to be coming down if it can't behave itself."

The Lucius in the portrait looked absolutely furious, as though he had been betrayed.

Draco led Hermione to the door on the right of the silenced portrait and they entered his mothers' parlour. "Oh Hermione, I'm so glad you came." exclaimed Mrs. Malfoy when she saw Hermione following her son into the room.

"I'm sorry about earlier Narcissa; I didn't mean to be rude. I'm just still trying to get over the war and the realisation that I was coming here affected me quite badly."

"No apologies necessary my dear. I understand completely. Your mother is resting in her room at the moment. I can ask a house elf to take you up there or we could sit here and have some tea; whatever you would like to do."

"A cup of tea would be lovely." replied Hermione.

They sat and talked for a while and Hermione relaxed a little after Mrs. Malfoy assured her that they would not go anywhere near the main lounge if it made her uncomfortable. Hermione agreed to having the luggage brought up to the house from the cottage and after finishing her tea was shown to their bedroom by Draco.

"Wow, it's amazing Draco." said Hermione upon entering the room. It was of course decked out in green and silver, but did not have a Slytherin feel to it. The room had three mint green walls and one white. The bed was a four-poster in chrome with grass green sheets. There was an en-suite bathroom and a walk in wardrobe on one side of the room.

"Mother told me she was going to redecorate after I got back to Hogwarts but since we had already found out we were going to be married, I asked her to leave my room alone so that you could have some input." Draco told her whilst embracing her from behind.

"That was very sweet of you Draco, thank you."

"You're welcome baby. The nursery is right next door, would you like to see it?" he asked.

"Oh yes please"

They exited the bedroom and Draco led her to the door next to his.

"Close your eyes," he said before putting a hand over them to make sure she couldn't see anything. He opened the door and guided her in. "Okay, open them."

Just as his mother had promised, the room was cream and brown and had dark wood furniture just like the babies room in their flat at Hogwarts.

"Oh Draco it's absolutely perfect!"

"It is isn't it? My mother wrote and asked me what you had done in our one at school. I didn't think she would get it this close though..."

…

24th December 1998

It was Christmas Eve night. Apart from a few portraits that refused to keep their opinions to themselves and had to be taken down, things had been relatively good between the four residents of the manor over the past four days.

The first evening at dinner had been slightly uncomfortable as Mrs. Granger was having a hard time with everything she had learnt over the day, but after a stiff brandy and a very long question and answer session about the events of the war, everyone seemed to be able to get along.

This particular evening Hermione and Draco were lying in bed. Hermione had been feeling tired earlier on in the evening so after dinner Draco and his wife bid a good evening to their mothers and turned in early.

Draco was again engaging in his new favourite past time as Hermione lay back in the bed and tried to relax. He was whispering away to the baby and drawing circles into Hermione's bump.

He would occasionally look up and catch Hermione smiling down at what he was doing. On the fifth or maybe the sixth time he caught her and crawled up and kissed her on the mouth. "What has you smiling so brightly tonight my darling?" he asked.

"I'm just really happy at how well things seem to be going at the moment. Who would have thought we would ever be like this?" Hermione answered.

"I'm very happy too; although there is something that you could do to make me even happier right at this very moment." Draco said whilst wriggling his eyebrows at her.

"Oh really; and what could that be I wonder?" Hermione cheekily replied back although she knew exactly what he was after.

Draco kissed her again only this time he slipped his tongue into her mouth and circled her tongue with it. Hermione moaned into the kiss and wrapped both her arms and her legs around Draco, indicating that she was one hundred percent willing to add to his happiness at this moment in time.

Draco ran his hands down Hermione's body, paying attention to her breasts on his way down and pulled her night dress over her head. "I do love it when you wear nothing under your pyjama's my beautiful wife." he said when he found that she was in fact completely naked without the nightdress.

Hermione giggled, which turned into a moan when he began to kiss her neck and run his hands over her breasts again, pebbling her nipples between his finger and thumb.

Draco had a new fondness for her breasts over the last few days, as they had grown slightly larger. It wasn't really noticeable to the eye yet but he could feel a change to them, they were slightly rounder and heavier.

He lowered his head and took a hard peak into his mouth, causing a newer, louder moan to come from Hermione. He licked, sucked and nibbled each nipple and allowed one hand to travel lower to her core, which he found to be wet and enticing.

Draco kissed his way down her body and dipped his tongue into her belly button before descending to her bundle of nerves and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

"Yes, oh right there Draco, feels so good." she moaned.

Draco pushed his tongue down onto her nub over and over whilst inserting a finger into her opening and rubbing the same spot from the inside. Hermione's moaning made him so hot he could barely contain himself. He added a second finger; wanting to get her as close as possible.

"Oh Merlin, yes, yes, honey I'm so close." Hermione's legs were trembling around his head and Draco felt her walls begin to flutter around his fingers. He pulled them out and moved up to kiss her whilst lining himself up with her soaked entrance.

With a single thrust he sheathed himself inside her and began to move in and out slowly, whilst thoroughly kissing her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

He had gotten her close with his tongue, very close. Very soon after he entered her, her walls were closing around him and he made sure to keep a slow pace to hold off both their climaxes for as long as possible.

"Please, harder baby, I need you..." Hermione was literally begging, she had gotten so close and he would not let her finish.

Draco continued his torturously slow pace, getting harder and hotter as he watched her get to the point of no return. Hermione had had enough. She used her legs to roll them over and once on top she sped the pace up and began to ride him hard.

"Hermione baby, you're so good. Oh Merlin so tight and hot..." Draco was getting very close. The sight of his wife bouncing up and down on him, her large breasts getting close to his face every time she thrust forward, the feel of her pussy walls tightening around his length, it all became too much.

He grabbed her hips to still her movements and began to thrust upwards at a furious pace. Hermione lent back on her hands so that with each of his thrusts he hit her G-spot and after one, two three more thrusts she was cumming and gushing her juices down his length and onto his balls.

Draco couldn't hold back as he watched his wife shake and cry out on top of him. His balls tightened and upon feeling her juices flow around his long length her gave a hard thrust and shot his seed into her.

Hermione collapsed on top of Draco's chest. They both made an effort to get their breathing under control. "That was the best sex we've ever had." she panted out, with him still inside of her.

"I agree," he answered "and there is plenty more where that come from." he rolled them over and proceeded to make love to her over and over again that night.

…

The next morning Draco woke up to the sound of Hermione vomiting in the bathrrom. He put his squeamishness to the back of his mind and went to see if she was okay.

"Are you alright babe?" he asked.

Hermione stumbled over to the sink and brushed her teeth. "I'm fine. It appears it doesn't take any smells to make me sick now. Pansy is so lucky that she stopped already."

Draco went over and wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands over the baby "It will be worth it in the end."

She leaned her head back onto his shoulder "I know. You'll just have to keep reminding me of that when you find me with my head in the toilet." she replied with a little laugh.

"Come on babe, its Christmas morning, let's go wake up our mothers and open some presents." Draco said, leading her out of the bathroom.

They went downstairs and found both their mothers already awake and sharing a whispered conversation over a cup of tea.

"Ah, here they are. It's about time you two were up, we have a Christmas to start celebrating." said Narcissa.

She led the group over to the large tree that had been placed in her parlour instead of the main lounge in respect of Hermione and bent down to pick up a gift wrapped in red and gold wrapping paper.

"Here Hermione, this is from myself and Lucius, although he doesn't actually know about it." she said handing Hermione the gift.

She sat down and undid the golden ribbon and pulled the red wrapping paper off of a brown leather bound album. "Lovely choice of wrapping Narcissa." Hermione joked.

She opened it and saw 'Our Family' written in beautiful handwriting, which was obviously Narcissa's.

She turned the next page and found a photograph of herself with her parents from when she was a little girl. The next held one of Lucius, Narcissa and Draco, although this one was moving and waving up at her.

The pages went on with pictures of herself and Draco as children, then a photo from their wedding and finally a copy of the scan photo. Each picture had a name and note written under it. Narcissa had obviously put great effort into creating the album for her.

"Narcissa, it's beautiful, thank you." she said and went over to give her mother in law a hug, the first one she had initiated herself.

"You welcome my dear. I didn't know if you would want pictures of Lucius in it, but he is the baby's grandfather and if you want you can just remove them."

"No, they should be there. It's absolutely perfect." Hermione replied, tears welling in her eyes again.

Draco put an arm around her as she looked through the album again. "Come on, enough of this mushy stuff, we have presents to open." he said clapping his hands together and getting up to hand out presents.

They received gift vouchers from all the Weasley's for 'Tot's on brooms' in Diagon Alley, the best mother and baby shop in the wizarding country and a Weasley jumper each, although Hermione's was slightly larger than usual to accommodate her growing belly.

It came to the time for Hermione and Draco giving out their presents to their mothers. Draco went out of the room and carried in the owl for Mrs. Granger. "This is for you and Henry so that you can communicate with us whenever you want. We also got you some food and treats to start you off and a book so that you know how to care for him and train him, considering that you're not actually magical." he told her putting the cage next to her.

"Oh, he's wonderful. Thank you so much Draco." Mrs. Granger kissed both his cheeks then went over to Hermione and did the same to her. "Henry and I have a small gift for the both of you although again he doesn't actually know anything about it..." she handed over a box for them to open.

They pulled the wrapping paper off together and Draco opened the box. Inside was a beautiful hand-knitted yellow swaddling cloth and some vouchers for Tot on brooms again "Your mother got the vouchers on my behalf as I obviously couldn't get to Diagon Alley myself but the blanket is the real gift. Henry's mother made it when we told her that I was pregnant with Hermione and it was the blanket she was wrapped in the day she was born. I kept it for her children and I think now is the time to pass it down."

This time the tears spilt over Hermione's eyes and she engulfed her mother in a tight hug "Thank you mum, I can't tell you what this means to me."

Draco gave his mum her standard bottle of perfume as always along with a silver bracelet with a single diamond. "Turn it over mother, there is an inscription."

Narcissa read the small message that Draco and Hermione had agreed on during their trip to Hogsmeade and smiled. "Read it out Narcissa," urged Hermione.

"Dearest Grandmother, Merry Christmas, I cannot wait to meet you, with Love Baby Malfoy"

"Thank you very much, it is wonderful, I'll always wear it." she said putting it on.

"What about you two, you haven't given each other anything yet?" said Jean, wiping tears from her eyes at the message on the bracelet.

"We will later mum, you haven't looked properly at the birdcage. Look again."

Jean looked at the owl again and realised there was a package attached to his leg. She opened the door to the cage and the bird held out his leg and stood still as she carefully took it off and then unwrapped it.

She opened it to find the matching necklace to Narcissa's bracelet with the same inscription.

"There is a spell on both items so that when the baby is born the name will change to whatever we decide to call it and the jeweller said that it was goblin made so it won't tarnish so if you don't want to you don't have to take them off." Draco explained.

Jean was full on crying at this point "Its perfect, my first gift from my grandchild, I love it." she said.

They spent the rest of the day talking and playing some muggle party games that Hermione and Jean tried to teach Draco and Narcissa, although the struggled with Sherrards as Draco and Narcissa had never seen any films or heard any muggle music.

The house elves provided much too much food and Hermione had three platefuls of the turkey.

In bed that night Draco and Hermione exchanged gifts. Draco insisted that Hermione opened hers first. There were three presents all wrapped in glittery silver paper.

Hermione opened the first one to find a small heart necklace. It had three sapphire stones around one side of the heart and matched the bracelet that he had given her for her birthday "It's beautiful Draco; would you help me?" She lifted her hair and he clasped it around her neck.

Hermione went into the bathroom to look at it in the mirror. It was perfect. Not too big and overstated so that she could wear it every day. She came back and kissed him before opening the next present.

It was there wedding photo in a platinum frame. The Draco in the photo had his arms around Hermione's waist and was smiling up at them and placing kisses on her cheek as she laughed, "There's an extra charm on the photo frame babe." he said at her enquiring look, after all they were not that comfortable with each other on their wedding day "It will show us as we are at the moment we are looking at it. At the moment we are happy together so the picture shows us as a happy couple"

"That is brilliant; I haven't seen a photo frame like this before. Thank you"

"Now this is my personal favourite," he said handing her the last present. She took it and unwrapped it "Your personal favourite is a pair of plain white pants and a white bra?" Hermione asked a little confused.

"Go and put it on" he said.

Hermione didn't understand what was so special about a bra and panty set but she did as she was asked and went into the bathroom and put them on.

When she came out Draco came over; closed his eyes and touched the strap of the bra. It immediately transformed into a Santa's little helper outfit. "Ah, I see. It's that new underwear Ginny has been trying to get me into from that little lingerie boutique in Hogsmeade. You can transfigure it into anything you want, right?"

"Uh huh" Draco said as he began to kiss her neck.

"Mmm, that feels nice" she moaned rather loudly, arching her back into him.

A moment later there was a knock at the door. "Not now..." Draco groaned, pulling away from Hermione and going to the door.

On the other side was his mother in her dressing gown "Draco dear, I thought it insensitive to interrupt you last night but for mine and Jean's health please cast a silencing spell in your room." she said unable to look him in the eye.

She looked up at Hermione's groan from inside the room, "Hermione dear, an interesting choice of night clothes." she nodded and walked away.

"Oh My God our mothers could hear us last night." Hermione groaned again from behind her hands, she was mortified.

Draco cast Silencio around the room and went straight back to kissing his wife's neck and began to rub his sizable erection against her. "Draco stop, you haven't opened my gift to you."

"In a minute," he mumbled as she began to suck on the spot under her ear that he knew drove her wild.

"Please Draco, open It." she said pulling away.

"Okay, Okay." he said adjusting himself. It was cruel to leave him sporting a hard on like the one he was sporting now. She looked delectable in the little outfit. Draco took the gift from her and pulled off the wrapping paper.

He opened the box and saw the bracelet glinting up at him.

"I know you don't really wear a lot of jewellery but it just called out to me." Hermione said, nervously waiting for him to turn it over.

"It's great babe. Let me show you how much I appreciate it." he said reaching out to pull her into his lap.

"No, wait, turn it over." she said pulling away again.

Draco turned the bracelet over and read the inscription on the back. He froze. It said exactly what he was feeling at that moment. It worded it perfectly. And yet, Draco could not look up or say anything.

"Draco, is that okay?" Hermione asked.

"Draco? Draco answer me, please" Hermione said, slightly worried that she had made a big mistake.

"Erm.. Thank you." he said finally looking up at her.

"Just thank you?" she asked the tears spilling from her eyes.

"Err….."

Hermione fled to the bathroom and locked and warded the door before falling to the floor and sobbing hard.

Draco dropped the bracelet on the bed and went to the door "Hermione, I'm sorry, please come out. We have to talk about this." he said knocking on the door.

Hermione had bought him a platinum bracelet with that small message that meant the world to her. The message reading only three words 'I Love You'
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