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Insatiable	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36900 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
A/N: You all are so freaking sweet. All of the reviews I got on that last chapter were so nice and thoughtful and I love them all. 😊 Thank you to Smile, Hedwig, OnYourTongue, Nari-Chan, WowWow and Cassiopeia. I love getting such nice reviews and I really hope I don’t disappoint. This one’s a little emotional, but I hope you still like it.
Chapter 14
From the moment that the words left Draco's lips until she was standing outside of Astoria's hospital room—surrounded by Draco, Blaise, Pansy and Daphne—Hermione felt like she was in a daze. She knew that she had been apparated to St Mungo's and then brought through several doors and corridors to arrive here, but it all seemed to be a soundless blur. Unreal and unfeeling.
'What—what's happened?' she was finally able to ask.
'We were at work,' Pansy said, holding Blaise's hands in hers. 'She was pinning some material for a dress and she just—just collapsed.'
'Is she—' Hermione said, shaking her head, not able to finish the thought or the sentence.
'She's still not conscious,' Blaise said. 'She had a nasty bump on her head which they've healed now, but they're not sure why she fainted in the first place.'
Hermione let out a breath that she hadn't realised she had been holding. Her mind had immediately gone to the worst and when Draco had given her no explanation, just grabbed her and brought her here, she wasn't sure how bad it was.
'I've already told you what's wrong,' Daphne said with a haughty tone in her voice.
'We don't know that yet!' Pansy said angrily towards Daphne.
'What is it?' Draco asked Daphne. 'What could it be?'
'A blood curse,' Daphne said. 'One of our ancestors was cursed and it shows up now and again in the family. No one who's had it has made it past thirty.'
The others all looked at each other in surprise and fear. 'And what did the healers say?' Draco asked angrily.
'They're still running tests, but they seemed to agree that it could be that,' Daphne said, looking at her nails as if she didn't have a care in the world that her sister might have a deadly illness.
Hermione felt tears prick her eyes and she looked at Pansy who had the same expression on her face. Draco looked shell-shocked and Blaise's eyes were wide.
'Lord Malfoy?' One of the healers had come up the corridor and Draco nodded and went over to the man. 'Can I speak to you in private?'
Pansy pushed Hermione forward towards Draco. 'Go with him,' she said in a loud whisper. 'You can sort this out. Tell them they're wrong!'
Hermione didn't know what to say or do. She didn't know anything about Blood Curses and she was worried about her girlfriend. She stood next to Draco and he took her hand and pulled her along with him to talk to the healer.
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When they were further down the hall, the healer turned to them and though surprised that it was now two of them following him, he hid it as it was obvious by their hands gripping each other's that he needed her there.
'We have run all of our diagnostic spells and nothing is registering in our tests. Lady Malfoy is weak and needs replenishment potions and will need to stay in bed for quite some time to regain her strength.'
Draco nodded his head, but Hermione interrupted. 'Sir, are you saying that Astoria's sister is correct, that it is a blood curse.'
'That does seem like the most likely answer. If it's something that has shown in the family before then there's a high probability that it has shown up again in her. The best that we can do is try to make her comfortable for the time she has remaining.'
Hermione blinked tears from her eyes and they fell heavy down her cheeks.
'There is another complication,' the healer said.
Hermione looked at Draco's torn expression as he asked, 'What is it?'
'Lady Malfoy is pregnant,' the healer said.
Draco's face showed for just a moment his excitement at this as he and Astoria had been trying to become pregnant for several months now. She then turned back to the healer at the same time Draco's face hardened and he asked with a frown, 'Why is that a complication?'
'She is already very weak and with a blood curse, she will only get frailer over time. A pregnancy, especially in the later stages, will accelerate that process,' the healer said.
'What are you saying?' Draco asked, his voice now almost furious.
'If she does not terminate the pregnancy, it's likely that she will not live past the end of this year.'
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'No,' Astoria said adamantly.
She had woken several hours ago and though still weak, after a few replenishment potions she was starting to regain some strength. The healer had just come in and explained the situation to Astoria and then left for them to discuss it between themselves.
'Astoria, it will kill you,' Pansy said.
'No, it might kill me,' Astoria said, crossing her arms over her chest. 'There is absolutely no way in any universe that I am terminating my pregnancy.'
'Astoria,' Draco started. 'I—we can't lose you.'
Astoria squared her shoulders. 'Well, you are going to lose me,' she said. 'And this is obviously my only chance to give you a child. I am not ending this and not one of you will change my mind.'
Hermione was amazed with how well Astoria seemed to be taking her own mortality, but was annoyed that a witch of only twenty-three was having to deal with this. It was such a difficult decision to make, but Astoria was set firm in her choice.
'You three,' Astoria said, pointing to Draco, Hermione and Blaise. 'You are better at potions than anyone else in the wizarding world. You will find a way to keep me strong enough to get through this.'
'There's no cure for it, Astoria,' Daphne said. 'You remember dad's cousin.'
Astoria shook her head. 'I know there's no cure, Daphne,' she said angrily. 'I just need to stay strong enough to have this baby and then we will figure it out from there.'
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Several days later, Harry was in his sitting room with Ginny and James—the toddler was playing with some train tracks that Hermione had gotten him for his birthday and Ginny was on the floor with him, adding bits on until they ran under the sofa and around the coffee table legs.
There was a noise by the door and Harry looked up to see Draco standing there. Harry nearly gasped at the look on the man's face. He seemed completely broken and defeated—a look that Harry had only seen on his face once before, although this time Harry wasn't going to try to curse him.
'Have—' Draco started, his voice breaking a bit. 'Have you heard?'
Harry nodded. 'Hermione told me,' he said.
'Can we—talk?' Draco asked, looking at Ginny. Ginny nodded solemnly and shooed Harry out the door.
Draco moved towards the stairs to head up to Harry's room and Harry felt his heart break for the man. He couldn't imagine what he was going through. He knew that though Astoria had seemed to be a bit stronger at first with the replenishment potions, it had only done so much, and now she was weakening again. She was still in hospital and they weren't sure what would happen next.
When Harry reached his room and closed the door behind him, he was pushed back against it, the blonde attacking his lips brutally with his own. Harry groaned and put his hands against his chest. Draco kissed him hard for several minutes, sliding his hand into the hair at the back of Harry's neck to pull him closer.
Then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped and Harry looked at him in surprise. Draco opened his eyes and looked straight into Harry's and Harry shivered at the depth of emotion there. He looked so vulnerable and open. He was breathing heavily and his eyes darted down to Harry's lips and when he pressed his own back against Harry's, it was now soft and passionate.
It had changed. It wasn't sexually charged anymore. It was almost as though Draco had decided that he didn't want that at all, that he just wanted someone to be there for him. 'Harry,' he whined softly. 'Touch me.'
Harry felt like what he was really saying was, 'hold me,' so he brought his hands away from his chest, and brought them down to his waist and pushed under his shirt, wrapping his arms around the blonde and holding him close as they continued kissing almost lovingly.
Finally, Draco pulled back from Harry's lips and then just laid his head against Harry's shoulder, pressing their bodies together against the door as they just held each other for several long moments. 'I'm sorry,' Draco said. 'I don't think I can—'
Harry shook his head and held the blonde closer. 'We don't need to.'
Draco kissed him again, holding his face softly in his hand and Harry let out a whimper of his own. 'Thank you,' Draco said. 'I just need—'
Harry nodded. 'I know,' he said. 'I'm here. Whatever you need.'
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'Gods damned fucking bitch of a stupid arsehole book!'
Ron ducked lightly as a large tome flew past his head.
He had become used to this by now. For the last several months, Hermione had been looking into every book possible to try and research more about blood curses to see if there was any treatment or cure for Astoria's illness and up to this point, had found nothing useful. He assumed from the velocity of the book now lying sprawled in front of the telly that it did not afford her any more information than the others.
'I've read every fucking book that I have, that Malfoy has, that the Greengrasses have that mention anything about blood curses and still, absolutely nothing! Just make the patient comfortable!' she mimicked sarcastically. 'Fuck off, Randolph Bunt!'
Ron was used to her cursing the writers of these books as well and if it wasn't such a serious situation, he probably would have laughed. Hermione had dropped her head against the table and he stood and put a hand on her shoulder. 'Come on, Hermione. I'll make us a cuppa. Come have a seat and just take your mind off it for a bit.'
She looked up at him. 'I—I can't, Ron. I can't take my mind off of it. Astoria is—we can't lose her.' Though Astoria had been deemed well enough to leave the hospital, she was still mostly bedridden at the Manor and Ron could see it slowly tearing at his wife's sanity. The depths of her knowledge and her haven of books were not enough to solve this problem, and it was breaking her down, piece by piece.
'I understand that,' he said. 'But working yourself up to this kind of stress isn't helping at the moment. You need to take a moment to rest, otherwise you're just going to burn yourself out and then you won't be of any good to her or anyone.'
She dropped her head for a moment and then looked back up at him. 'Maybe I'll speak to the healers again tomorrow, see if they know of any books that could help. Or anyone that's gone through this before.' She looked at her parchment and crossed off, 'Generational Maledictions by Randolph Bunt,' from it.
Ron put the kettle on and then led her over to the sofa to sit down. He sat down and pulled her against him, hugging her close to himself. He hated that she was going through what she was. He had thought it bad enough when Lavender Brown had been killed during the final battle, and she had only been his first girlfriend, his first proper snog, but for Hermione to know that she was going to lose someone whom she loved so much and not being able to do anything about it was another thing altogether.
'I know this sucks, Hermione, but eventually it will get better,' he said.
She nodded against him and he felt her tears saturate his jumper. He ran a hand through her hair and when she looked up at him, he kissed her gently, lovingly.
When he pulled back, she was looking at him with an expression that he couldn't quite put words to. 'Ron,' she said softly, pushing forward and kissing him again, deepening it in a way that they hadn't done so far in their marriage.
He pulled back again. 'Hermione, what are you doing?'
'Ron,' she said, looking down at his lips again. 'I just—I need…you.'
He shook his head. 'Not like this,' he said. 'You're emotional and—'
'And I need someone to make it better,' she said, pushing forward and kissing him again. 'Please Ron,' she whined. 'I'm ready.'
He tried to protest again but she climbed onto his lap and held his face to kiss him again and he couldn't help but moan at how good it felt and when he tried to push her hips away from him, his hands just ended up settling on them, eventually grabbing her and pulling her down against him.
'Ron,' she whispered again. 'Please say yes.'
He gulped as he looked over her flushed lips and face and gods he wanted her. Wanted to make love to her. Wanted to take away that pain that she was feeling. He wanted her to be happy again and even if it was only for a few hours, to take her mind off of everything, he would do it for her.
'Yes,' he sighed against her lips.
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'Draco!' Harry said in surprise as he fought a screaming toddler into a seat at the table for lunch.
Malfoy was standing by the kitchen door, obviously having floo'd in by the soot in his hair and the ash on his clothes. Harry looked into his face, which was downcast.
'Are you alright?' Harry asked. He had finally gotten James calmed down and put a plate with some pasta and peas on the table in front of him. He then walked over to Draco and took him into his arms, giving him a strong hug and when he looked up, a light kiss.
'Yeah,' Draco said softly. 'I mean, as good as I can be, right?'
Harry frowned and ran a hand up to his shoulder. 'I'm sorry,' he said, not sure of what else to say. 'And er, unfortunately Ginny's not here just now. It's just me and James, so I can't really—do anything just now.'
Draco chuckled sadly. 'It's fine. I actually—wanted to ask about—' he stopped and nodded towards James. 'What's it like?'
Harry looked at James, mashing his peas into the table and pushing the pasta off onto the floor, piece by piece and chuckled lightly. 'Exhausting,' he said. 'But fulfilling. We've actually been thinking about having another.'
'Astoria is almost seven months now,' Draco said. 'They said that—even if something were to happen to her now, that—that the baby might still survive.'
Harry offered Draco a seat at the table and then sat down across from him. 'Do you want something to drink?'
Draco shook his head. 'No—I just. Fuck's sake, Potter. I just need…'
Harry couldn't help a slight smile pulling at his lips. 'You need a friend.' Draco gave him a hard glare, but Harry smiled softly. 'We've been shagging for three years and you think we're not friends?'
'I don't have friends,' Draco said, looking off to the side.
'Have you completely lost the plot?' Harry asked. 'Honestly. Do you know how much we all care about you?'
Draco shook his head. 'It's not me,' he said. 'You just like the sex.'
Harry grinned. 'Do you really think your cock is the only thing I like about you?' he asked, then he turned serious. 'I love you, Draco. I know we don't say it often, or ever, but I do, a lot. And even when it's like it's been the last few months when there's been a lot less of the sex, I still like just spending time with you. I trust you. I care about you. And that's not going to change anytime soon.'
Draco looked at him for a few long moments and then nodded once and sighed. 'I'll take some firewhisky if you have it.'
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When Hermione woke up on the first of January, her arm wrapped around Astoria's big tummy, she felt the witch shaking. Concerned, she sat up and looked down at her face.
'It's the first of January,' Astoria said with a dark laugh. 'I've lived past the end of the year.'
Hermione hugged her closer and kissed her cheek. 'You're going to get through this, love.'
Astoria turned in her arms and looked her in the face. 'I need you to promise me something,' she said.
'What is it?' Hermione asked softly.
'When I'm—gone, I need you to look after Draco.'
Hermione shook her head and felt her lip quiver. 'Astoria, you're going to be okay.'
Astoria smiled sadly. 'I'm not, Hermione. I might make it through this, but at some point, I am…' she stopped for a moment. 'And I need to know that he'll be okay.'
Hermione nodded through her tears.
'Promise me,' Astoria said, putting her hand on Hermione's cheek and wiping away the tears staining them. 'Please promise me, Hermione. I need you and Harry to make sure he still feels loved and cared for, otherwise he'll just retreat into himself and become angry and guarded again.'
Hermione nodded again. 'I promise,' she said, then put her hand on Astoria's cheek as well. 'But that will be a very long way off,' she said forcefully. 'You're not going anywhere anytime soon, Astoria. We're designing new potions that are stronger than those ones from St Mungo's and you'll feel better.'
Astoria smiled lightly and moved forward to kiss Hermione softly.
'Plus,' Hermione said. 'I need you to stick around long enough to see our children grow up together,' she said, taking one of Astoria's hands and placing it over her own tummy.
Astoria's eyes widened. 'Are you?' she asked.
Hermione smiled. 'Yes,' she said. 'Ron and I finally—you know, and we decided it was time.'
'Oh, Hermione,' Astoria said. 'That's so—I really would like to see that. To see them become friends and grow up together.' Hermione smiled but saw the tears welling up in Astoria's eyes again and she felt them in hers again, too.
Hermione couldn't find anything else to say. She wanted to promise her that she would see that, that she would be there for all of the significant milestones of her child's life, but she couldn't find it in herself to say something that might not be true. So she kissed her instead, a loving kiss full of passion and adoration and all of the things that Hermione felt for her, and would miss terribly when she was gone.
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Friday the Thirteenth.
It was a dark and dreary January day, and the residents of Malfoy Manor awoke to a scream so loud it shook everyone from their beds.
Hermione and Draco were in his bed and they both jolted awake and upright at the sound, jumping out of bed and running down the hall, nearly falling over each other to get to Astoria's room. Pansy and Blaise were on the bed with Astoria, holding her as she panted and yelled again.
'The baby's coming,' Pansy said loudly. 'We need the healers!'
Hermione immediately went to the fireplace to floo St Mungo's. They had put midwitches on call for this and Hermione called them to come as quickly as possible. When she came back to the room, Draco had also moved next to the bed, his apothecary case out and giving Astoria a handful of potions he and Hermione had brewed specifically for this day—the list coming from the healers, but he hadn't trusted anyone else to do it.
The midwitches arrived shortly thereafter and looked around. 'Only the husband,' one said and Draco nodded, holding Astoria's hand tightly as the others were ushered quickly from the room.
'They should have let you stay,' Pansy said when they were outside the room, hugging Hermione close to herself. Blaise hugged her from the other side.
'I'm not a healer or a midwitch,' Hermione said. 'And Draco has all the potions. We'd just get in the way.'
They waited like that for a long hour, and when there was no news from the room, they finally sat down on a cushioned bench outside the room, all still holding each other's hands tightly, wondering what was happening on the other side of the doors.
'We brewed all the right potions,' Hermione started saying to herself after another hour. 'We made sure she'd stay strong enough.' She was wringing her hands together and kept looking at the doors.
'She's going to be okay,' Blaise said. 'She has to be.'
They all nodded but knew that they were empty words. It was entirely possible that she wouldn't be okay, that they would lose her today.
It was nearly another two hours before the door finally opened and one of the midwitches came out. They looked up at her, questioning glances on their faces.
The midwitch sighed. 'You can come in now.'
They all scrambled up from the seat and pushed into the room. Draco was in the bed, sitting up against the headboard, his arms around Astoria who was sitting up against him with a tiny blond baby in her arms.
She looked exhausted, but she was there. She was alive.
She had made it.
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Hermione awoke blearily from her restless sleep a few weeks later and looked first at Astoria and then to the Moses basket next to the bed where the baby was. They were both sleeping peacefully, and Blaise and Pansy were in Italy for a few days, so Hermione wasn't sure what had awoken her.
Then she heard voices outside of the room. 'Master Lucius is in your study, sir.'
'He's no longer your master,' Draco was saying to the house-elf. 'Do not call him that.'
'Deepest apologies, sir,' the elf said.
Hermione stood from the bed and followed silently down the hall. She hadn't heard much about Draco's parents since becoming involved with all of the Slytherins, only what Astoria had told her about them and Draco having a falling out about their disagreements over blood purity and that they had been staying somewhere in Croatia or Montenegro.
She approached the study and stood outside of the door.
'What are you doing here, father?' Draco asked, not sounding at all amused.
'Can't I visit my son? With such happy news?' he asked in that voice that Hermione had always despised. It was condescending and sarcastic.
'I thought you'd be happy enough to leave us alone,' Draco said. 'I haven't seen you in over three years and I was getting rather used to it.'
'Your mother—' Lucius started.
'My mother would be here if you would allow her to,' Draco said, his voice suddenly angrily. 'She was forced to take your side in this and I will never forgive you for that.'
There was silence for a few moments. 'No matter. From what I've heard, your wife likes to dally with others, so can you really be sure it's your child?'
Draco growled. 'Why are you really here, father? You've gotten what you always wanted. Now leave me alone.'
Hermione hated that she couldn't see in, but she knew from his next words that there was a smirk on Lucius' face. 'It's just that I've heard a bit of news that I wanted to confirm.'
'And what's that?' Draco asked, his tone still aggressive.
'That poor Astoria is quite unwell,' Lucius said and paused dramatically. 'For the best really. Maybe once she's gone, you can marry a proper Pureblood wife who will no longer lead you astray.'
'Get. Fucked.' The words were no more than a snarl and Hermione felt the same outrage that she could only imagine Draco was feeling at his father's words.
'Temper, Draco,' the older man said coolly.
'Get the fuck out of my house,' Draco said, his voice now a deadly calm.
'I have every right to be here,' Lucius said calmly.
Actually, he didn't, Hermione thought.
'Actually, you don't,' Draco said and Hermione smiled lightly. 'When you left, the care and maintenance of the Manor fell to me and my wife. You do not belong here and I do not want you here. Leave before I have you removed by force.'
'Draco,' Lucius said placatingly.
'You will never meet your grandson,' Draco said, his voice seething. 'And you will never be allowed to come back here. Goodbye, father.'
Draco stormed out of the study so quickly that he didn't see Hermione by the door. He was halfway up the hall before Hermione had a chance to peek out from around the door and look into the study where Lucius still stood, an angry expression on his face. 'After everything I've done for that ungrateful boy,' he was murmuring to himself.
Hermione's indignation flared up. She grabbed her wand and before Lucius had even noticed her, she murmured several spells that left him bound and gagged and forced to sit on the large sofa.
He looked up at her with anger in his eyes and shook his head and his arms to try to get free, but she muttered a few more spells to make sure he couldn't move. There was no fear in his eyes, but there was confusion and anger. She could only guess what he was thinking but there was no way she was going to let him talk until she had had her say.
'Listen to me, you horrible, dismal leech of a man,' she said, grabbing the chair from the desk and sitting down on it, across from Draco's father. 'I honestly cannot think of anyone that is a lower form of filth than you.'
His eyes were still confused, but he was trying to put on a haughty scowl, despite his situation.
'Sorry,' she said sarcastically. 'You're probably wondering why I'm here. I'm not sure you even recognise me as it's been so many years.'
His eyes took on a hateful glare.
'Ah, so you do remember me. So what am I, Hermione Granger, doing in your former house?' She looked at him with a winning smile. 'You see, for the last three years or so, I've been shagging your son.' She leaned forward further and stared him down. 'And Astoria,' she added. 'And you may not like me or think that I'm a worthy witch, but they do, and I love them both, utterly and completely.'
His eyes were still full of hate, but for a moment shone with surprise.
'And I'll have you know, that that beautiful woman has fought tooth and nail for the last nine months to bring your grandson into this world, and you will respect that,' she said heatedly. 'She has given up her health and probably years of her future to give your son a child, and for you to say such terrible things about her—honestly, you're even worse than I ever imagined you to be.'
Lucius was vibrating with anger now, but she didn't care. She knew how strong her spells were and she wasn't worried.
'And then I find out that you've forced your wife to take your side in this whole argument. That you would forcibly take her away from her son—whom she loves more than anything. I know this, Mr Malfoy, because the only reason that you're sitting here and not in a cell in Azkaban is because of how much she loves her son.' She let out a angry breath. 'And to keep her away from not only him, but now her grandson. It's—it's unconscionable.'
He shook his head silently but still trained his eyes onto her.
'You are not a good person,' she said. 'You never have been, and you've tried to drag Draco along with you. Honestly, the best thing you probably did was to fuck off to Merlin knows where and let him grow into his own person, because do you know what he is?'
He shook his head again, only slightly.
'He is a good man. He is kind and caring and—if you saw for a moment the way that he looks at her, you would never say such awful things. He has a good heart, despite what you put him through.' She gave him a hard look. 'He is nothing like you.'
Lucius cast is eyes down and motioned to his robes pocket, nodding insistently towards it and Hermione moved forwards, pushing her hand into the pocket and feeling a bit of parchment. She took it out. It was a letter addressed to Lucius and Narcissa and on the inside it only read, 'Congratulations. You have a Pureblood grandson.' It was not signed, but it was Draco's handwriting.
She looked at Lucius. 'You want sympathy?' she asked. 'I hardly think you deserved even that.'
He looked at her imploringly and she finally huffed and released the silencing spell so he could speak.
'I want to see him,' he said, still sneering.
She sighed as she got up to leave. 'If you want to see your grandson, then you need to swallow that horrible pride of yours and apologise to Draco. He is much stronger than you think, and he will not let you step on him anymore.'
He did not meet her eyes but nodded imperceptibly. She moved towards the door and was nearly out before he spoke again. 'Could you at least tell me my grandson's name?' he said, in a strangely soft voice. 'So that I can tell Narcissa.'
Hermione turned back to him and furrowed her brows for a minute. Maybe it would be the push they needed. 'Scorpius,' she said. 'And he's absolutely perfect, just like Draco.' Lucius gave her a curt nod—his best form of expressing thanks to the likes of her. She released the bonds and he apparated away.
She walked out of the room and before she took two steps, she was suddenly pushed forcefully back into the wall and looked up into Draco's intense grey eyes. He held her strongly there and she let out a breath, knowing that she had gone a step too far speaking to his father behind his back. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I shouldn't have—'
But then his lips were on hers, and it was passionate and possessive and he moved his body fully against hers, making her let out an involuntary moan. One of his hands slid up her arm and into her hair at the back of her neck, pulling her closer into him so that he could fully devour her mouth and the other dragged down her side to her thigh to grab her leg and pull it up against his hip, splaying her wide open for him to move between her legs, their bodies—though mostly clothed—imitating the deepest of sexual passions while he made love to her mouth with his own.
She pulled back, breathless. 'Fuck, Draco,' she moaned as she felt him hardening between her legs. 'I need you,' she panted.
He kissed her again and held her close to his body and she felt him apparate them, which she was grateful for as she didn't think that she could bother to walk to his room either. He ripped her dressing gown open and peeled it off of her quickly before pushing her back onto the bed. He was like a starved man, and she felt the same when he looked at her like that. She wasn't sure why he was like this, but she knew that she wanted him and would take anything he gave her.
He pulled her vest off as well, and then pushed her onto her back to strip off the pyjama shorts she was wearing until she was naked beneath him. His clothes quickly followed and as she ran her hands up and down his body, he moved to lay over her, looking intently into her eyes. 'You're fucking amazing,' he said.
Her breath caught as she looked into his eyes, looking at her with so much emotion she could barely think straight. 'Erm, why?' she blushed.
He spread her legs and dipped his fingers into her. She was soaking from the way he had forcefully kissed her and removed her clothes and she wanted so badly to have him inside of her, but she didn't understand why he wasn't angry with her for speaking to his father behind his back.
He shook his head lightly as he pushed his fingers into her roughly, adding a third and then slowly rubbing circles around her clit. He dropped his head down to her neck and said, 'Just—what you said.'
She tried to remember what she said, but with his fingers in her and his body on her and his lips against her neck, she was finding it difficult to think about anything else. Especially when he pulled his fingers away and quickly replaced them with his thick cock, shoving it into her strongly, making her throw her head back and moan loudly.
He brought his face back up and looked into her eyes as he started thrusting into her harshly. 'You said I was strong,' he said, pushing hard into her as if to emphasise his point and she whimpered with each thrust. He dropped his head again to take her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, biting softly and then pulling back with his teeth until it popped free and she felt a gush of liquid flood her cunt at the treatment.
'You said I was a good man,' he said, kissing her again and pushing his hand down to grab her arse, bringing her hips up slightly so that he could push more fully into her and she cried out as he took her so roughly and so good. She was so close but tried to hold off, knowing that she wanted to come with him and she could tell that he was coming close to his own orgasm.
'Draco, fuck Draco,' she was repeating over and over. He was taking her desperately, but she knew this was as much for her as it was for him. She loved when he was like this, when he fucked her strongly and harshly, using her body to give them both pleasure. He dropped her hip and moved his fingers to her clit, pushing against it strongly and meeting her eyes.
'You said I was nothing like him.'
Hermione cried out her release as he pinched her clit and looked at her with that intense emotion that she didn't see very often from him. He grabbed her hip to push into her a few more times and then groaned loudly, 'Hermione,' as he found his release deep inside her.
She wrapped her legs around him and he dropped down to kiss her again, taking her mouth in another powerful kiss, his hand back in her hair to hold her still so that he could completely consume her.
Finally, after several minutes, they both calmed enough to pull their mouths away from each other, but every other part of them still stayed flush—as close as they could possibly get, Draco's semi-hard cock still lodged completely inside her.
He pulled back a bit and Hermione whined, gripping her legs tighter around his waist, but he looked down at her with a grin and pushed back in and she felt that his cock was hardening quickly again. She groaned in pleasure.
'Did you mean it?' he asked, pushing into her again, his hand moving over her throat as he began his new rhythm. Hermione felt her tummy tingle in desire. 'Did you mean what you said?' he asked again, his fingers tightening on her neck.
She licked her lips and nodded, excited that he was going to take her roughly again. 'I—I wouldn't be here if I didn't.'
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Draco ran his hand idly through the wild hair of the beautiful witch sleeping in his bed. His eyes roamed over her face—her long eyelashes, cute nose and now swollen and red, bruised lips. He had fucked her twice more after the first time before she had finally fallen asleep in his arms, but he was still so worked up over what he had overheard her saying to his father that he just couldn't sleep.
He was in awe of her. That she could feel so strongly, love so deeply, care so much for him and for Astoria and just say it. Draco was horrible at expressing his feelings through words. He preferred to show how he felt, but she could just say it, explain it and in such a way that it left absolutely no doubt.
He thanked Merlin every day that he happened to be in Flourish & Blotts that day, trying to find some potions book that he couldn't even remember now. When he saw the flash of crazy hair moving up the stairs towards the third floor, his curiosity had been piqued. At first he had just wanted to tease her, but he had forgotten how stimulating it was to actually have a competent verbal sparring companion and when he had taken the time to actually look at her and find that she had blossomed in a beautiful woman, he knew he had to take a chance.
And then, when she had been on her knees with his cock in her mouth, looking at him with such a triumphant look—like she had won, rather than him—he knew that he wanted more from her. He had tried to keep an air of nonchalance over the encounter but everything he had done had been a desperate bid to keep her in his bed for as long as he wanted her—needed her.
More than three years now he'd been shagging her, and he had only told her once how he felt about her. She knew, of course she did, as he tried to show her as often as he could without actually saying it, but yet she had no fear at all declaring her love for him to his own father. If what they had wasn't so taboo in the ultra-conservative Wizarding society that they lived in, he was sure that she would have no concerns with shouting it from the rooftops.
He stroked her hair again and then pressed his lips lightly to hers. 'I love you,' he said softly, wishing that she was awake to hear it, but not feeling brave enough to say it so confidently to her conscious self.
There was suddenly a bright blue light shining in the room with a beeping sound accompanying it. It was Astoria's alarm to say that she needed something, and Hermione's placid sleeping face suddenly became agitated and he was afraid that she would wake. He silenced the alarm and coaxed her back to sleep.
He stood and put on some light clothes and then padded down to Astoria's room. She was sitting up a bit in bed and had her hand in the Moses basket, trying to calm the crying baby in it. She looked up when he came in. 'Where's Hermione?' she asked weakly.
Draco moved closer to the bed. 'Does he need fed?' he asked and she nodded. 'I can help.'
She gave him a questioning look, which was fair as he hadn't helped her feed the baby before, but the others were usually there to help and he had always felt before that he wasn't really needed. But with Pansy and Blaise in Italy for a few days, and Hermione sleeping soundly for the first time in probably weeks, he would be there for his wife.
'I've seen them do it before,' he said soothingly. 'I know what to do.'
She nodded and he put some pillows next to her and helped her to sit up properly. 'Thank you,' she said softly.
He lifted his son from the Moses basket and lay him gently into Astoria's arms, then climbed onto the bed behind her and brought his arms around her, under her arms, to help hold the weight of the baby as she brought him to her breast to feed.
When he had latched on and started suckling away, Astoria leaned her head back against Draco's shoulder, and he put his lips against her hair, looking down at the tiny baby in her arms. 'She's sleeping,' he finally answered her first question. He cleared his throat. 'Granger is.'
He felt Astoria nod lightly against him. 'She deserves it,' she said. 'She's been helping me so much and she really does need to get some rest.'
He chuckled against her ear. 'Well, with the way I shagged her, she'll probably sleep for a week.'
Astoria laughed gently. 'I can't wait until I'm strong enough to get shagged to unconsciousness again.'
He kissed her ear. 'Soon,' he said. 'You're getting stronger every day now.'
She nodded again and then looked down at the baby in her arms and Draco did as well. His son, his child. His only child, he realised, as he would never put Astoria through this again. Even if she made it through it this time didn't mean she would again. 'You're incredible, my dear,' he said tenderly after a while. 'And so is he. I'm so lucky to have you both.'
She turned her head to look at him. 'Same,' she said, then looked down. 'I think he's done.'
'Do I need to—burp him?' he asked and she smiled.
'If that's okay? There's a cloth on the bedside table, if you put that over your shoulder first.'
He did as she said and took the milk-drunk baby from her arms, lifting him carefully against his shoulder.
'Don't thump him or anything,' Astoria said, now leaning back against the pillows, exhausted. 'Just rub his back and the wind will come out.'
He nodded and followed her instructions. 'My father came to see me today,' he said while the baby let out a few windy burps.
'And?' she asked.
'I told him I never wanted to see him again, after he said that I should marry a better Pureblood wife once you're gone.'
Astoria bristled. 'What a prick,' she said.
'Granger—Hermione, she went in after I left in a huff and gave him a right telling off and told him he should respect everything you've done, and told him that I—that I'm nothing like him.'
'We don't deserve her,' Astoria said with a wry smile.
'Absolutely not,' he said with a grin. 'But that doesn't mean I'm ever letting her go.'
Astoria smiled. 'I wish there was a way that you could marry Hermione or Harry when I'm gone. If someone could change the laws so that more than two were allowed in a marriage, you could join one of theirs?'
Draco snorted at that. 'You really think I would be able to be in a marriage with a Weasley?'
She chuckled. 'Ha ha, because that's the most unlikely bit of that whole scenario.'
The baby was now asleep on his shoulder and he carefully placed him back into the Moses basket. 'Astoria,' he said after a pause, suddenly serious. 'There's no one else. I don't want anyone else to be my wife. You're perfect and—you're it for me.'
She smiled sadly and put an arm out to him. He lay down next to her and held her to him. 'Thank you,' she said. 'But I don't mind if you move on. All I ask is that you take care of Scorpius. Make sure that he doesn't marry some uppity Pureblood bitch, please?' He snickered. 'I'm being serious,' she said. 'Introduce whoever it is to Daphne and if they get along, do not let him marry them.'
Draco chuckled again and kissed Astoria gently. 'I promise,' he said.
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A few weeks later, Draco, Hermione, Blaise, Pansy, Harry and finally Astoria—who was feeling a bit stronger with the potions that Hermione and Draco and Blaise had designed for her—were sitting around the table, talking animatedly while having dinner.
The baby was asleep in the nursery, but Astoria had a bubble that showed her the sleeping infant while she ate contentedly with the others.
A house-elf appeared and bowed. 'Master Draco, sir. Mistress—it means Mrs Narcissa Malfoy is in the foyer, sir.'
Draco looked at everyone for a moment, surprised. 'Is she alone?' he asked the elf.
'Yes, sir,' the elf said.
He gulped and looked at Astoria and then Hermione. 'Alright,' he said. 'Show her to the nursery, I will meet her there.'
'Draco?' Astoria asked softly.
'I'll go,' he said. 'You stay here. Eat. You need the strength. I'll be back shortly.'
Draco stood and made his way to the nursery, arriving only moments before the door was opened again, and his mother walked into the room, looking nervous but otherwise not unwell.
She looked into his face. 'Draco,' she said, a happy exclamation, as she pushed herself forward and hugged him tightly.
Draco hugged her back, feeling an overwhelming sensation take over his body. 'How?' he finally asked, the only way he could find to express all of these feelings.
She hugged him again. 'He—he said I could come,' she said. 'He said that he had a bit of sense knocked into him, and though he still doesn't approve, he's no longer going to stop me from seeing you.'
Draco hugged her again, tighter than before. He could hardly believe it, but he felt so happy in that moment. So content. It was the first feeling of absolute happiness that he had had in months.
He pulled back. 'I suppose you'll want to meet—' he started.
'My grandson, of course,' she said with a smile, putting a hand on his cheek. 'I can't believe my beautiful boy has a child of his own now.'
Draco smiled and brought her over to the Moses basket.
'Scorpius?' she asked and he nodded. 'It's perfect.'
Draco was pleased at the look of happiness on his mother's face as she gazed upon her grandson. 'I'm so glad you're here,' he said.
She smiled, looking at him and wrapping him in another hug. 'Me too.'
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Hermione was stumbling over her feet, trying to find them under her eight months' pregnant belly as she walked back into the house that she and Ron had moved into the previous month.
They had just finished moving everything out of the flat, and Ron had found a sneaky box under her bed and was carrying it through the door for her. 'More books?' he was saying. 'Honestly, how many bloody books does one witch need?'
Hermione grinned at him and rubbed her tummy. 'They are all important to me, Ronald,' she said as they walked into her library, which was already covered from floor to ceiling with books. He set this box on a desk by the window.
'Alright, have your books, but they stay in this room, okay?' he said, bending to give her a quick kiss.
Hermione grinned and nodded, knowing that there was no way that she would keep that promise. She pulled her chair over and began unpacking this box, trying to remember which ones it was.
She was absentmindedly scanning the titles as she took them out and remembered that they were from when she was first researching the contraceptive potion she had designed. They were mostly potions books and ingredients lists and how they reacted with each other. She flipped some open to look over some notes that she had made but found nothing particularly interesting.
She pulled out a few more and then one caught her attention. Her fingers ran over the title and she let out a breath and said to herself, 'I wonder,' while letting it fall open on her lap.
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Draco was sitting at his desk at MZE. His head was throbbing and mind was numb looking through all the ingredient requests he had gotten through this week.
His door opened suddenly with no warning and Humphrey was following a very determined—though quite wobbly—pregnant Hermione Granger into the room.
She slammed a heavy book onto his desk and his eyes flitted over the title, looking up at her in confusion. 'Muggle Ailments?' he asked.
She huffed and said angrily, 'Blood curse, my arse.'
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