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Chapter 16:
Taking the Risk

I
just couldn't believe my ears. I was going to marry Draco Malfoy! The
father of my baby, my fuck-buddy, my secret boyfriend. Years ago if
someone were to tell me that, I'd freak out, turn that person to a
slug and watch it die as I pour salt on it.

Now I'm so happy
I could sing, but I'd rather not since my voice will have the
capability to even make a deaf man want to shut me up.

Gosh
I'm so damn happy; not only was I getting married but I was going to
have a baby! Albeit, I'm pretty young to have a child and settle
down, I was still thrilled beyond belief. I love Draco and even if
I'm young or old I want to stay with him forever.

He twirled
me around in his arms and then stopped, taking my mouth in a kiss,
his mouth on mine sending tremors through my body. He slipped his
velvety pink tongue through my teeth, exploring every crevice of my
mouth.

It was getting pretty cold again but the heat from his
body warmed me and I wrapped my legs around his waist and his arms
secured themselves under my thighs as he walked me out of the
oversized balcony and through the doors into the room that was
previously empty, save for a giant bed. I was grateful for the slit
in the side of the dress that made it possible for me to do so
without tearing the wonderful silky dress in two, but I couldn't help
but want to rid myself of this dress so I could be naked in his arms.

And so we departed the balcony and slid into the room.
However, now it was just the way I dreamed and imagined our room
would be decorated with floating candles illuminating a faint light
and flames flickering through the night. I had thought the bed was
red but in fact it wasn't- or had been changed and now there was a
white sateen sheet over the bed with rose petals scattered over it.
The colors of the rose petals were red and black, black being my most
favorite rose type. Perhaps I loved black roses for their rarity and
beauty. Many people thought them as evil and whatnot, but I love it.
I wondered how Draco had gotten so many black rose petals, but then I
figured it out. He was filthy rich so it really wouldn't be a problem
to have them imported.

When we reached the bed, he dumped me
on top of the white sheets, the rose petals floated in the air
momentarily as the mattress depressed due to my weight. I reached
forward to kiss him but he pulled back and started to walk away.

"Hey where are you going?" I called out after him,
my feet dangling over the edge of the bed so I could put my feet on
the ground and run after him.

"I'll be back soon. First
look behind you. There's something there I want you to wear," he
said over his back and disappeared through the door. I furrowed my
brows in confusion and turned around to see what he was talking
about. My eyes widened in shock and I picked up the thing with my
thumb and forefinger and dangled it in the air. It was some sort of
complicated lacy lingerie including a corset and thigh-high
stockings.

'Oh my God' were the only words I was able
to think as I saw the lacy black lingerie. I just couldn't believe
Draco would make me wear this. First he's the sweetest thing
proposing to me in the moonlight, and then he turns into this horny,
perverted man.

"What the hell? Why didn't I see this
before?" I finally was able to say aloud, and then I picked up
the matching crotch-less knickers. "Draco I can't wear this!"
yelling about the corset. "I'm pregnant! It won't fit!" I
complained, jumping out of the bed with the sexy nighttime
accessories in tow.

"Oh it'll fit! You aren't
fat...yet," he added through the door.

"What
do you mean by 'yet!'" I yelled out.

"Just wear
it," he said from the other end of the door.

I crossed
my hands over my chest and shook my head. When I realized he might
not be able to see I defiantly said, "No."

"Come
on Hermione. Please?" I heard him say, he was still in the other
side of the door and hearing him say please made me speechless. That
was the first ever time he said that.

In the end I
reluctantly agreed, slipping the gorgeous red dress off my shoulders
and discarding my red bra and thong and then picked up the
blacker-than-night corset and wondered how to put it on. I rubbed my
tummy knowing full well that I haven't gained some if not any new
inches at all. In the end I grabbed my wand from inside the pocket of
my bag and muttered a spell that would have me automatically dressed
in the black corset with matching crotch-less panties and thigh-high
stockings.

There was a mirror not to far away and I walked
over to it, trying to get used to the fact I'm wearing clothes, yet
not really wearing any. I gasped as I saw myself, the black
thigh-high stockings made my not-so-very-long-legs look pretty long.
The tightness of the corset wasn't as tight as I thought it would be
but it still made my breasts look as though they were spilling out.
The cling of the silky material showed off my curves which from
before this moment I really didn't know I had. I mean I did, but I
never really showed them off and if Draco had ever told me, I must
not have believed him.

I must have been so engrossed in my
appearance I didn't hear the door open and Draco come inside,
wrapping an arm around my waist and drawing me to his lower stomach.
He was topless, his tightly sculpted chest making my mouth water. I
saw Draco's smirking face on the mirror and saw that I too had a
smirk to rival his, though it was quickly replaced by a blush.

"Merlin you look sexy," Draco purred in my ear. His
hand left my waist and went up to my hair where he took off the
scarlet clip that held up my hair in that tight bun and allowed the
curls to fall down my back. "I like your hair better this way,"
he commented, running his hands through the thick mane of brown hair.

I personally hated my hair and I wondered why he liked it,
but my thoughts didn't linger there for he held up my hair to the
side and began kissing the exposed side of my face, down the length
of my jaw and my neck, sucking at the junction of where the neck
meets the shoulder. And all the while I was giving out varied moans
of pleasure, groans and moans emitting from his own mouth.
For a
second I thought I saw a sort of light flashing but dismissed it
thinking that it was probably the light from the candles flickering.

We had sex after
that, over and over again. At first he was playing around with me,
fingering me as we stood up. Afterwards he made me turn around and he
kissed me hard, his tongue slipping through to my mouth, meeting my
own. I wrapped my legs around his middle and he placed his hands
under my thighs to secure me up as he carried me to the bed and
dumped me there our lips never parting, my hands running along the
length of his torso. He pushed me away for a while, didn't let me
touch him, torturing me so that I was pleading, panting in need,
begging him. He felt pity after a while, or maybe he was just
too aroused to play around anymore and ran his fingers up and down my
corset. But I wanted to feel his fingers on my bare skin. I couldn't
take it any longer.

"Take it off,"
I had hissed but he didn't heed me and continued to play with my
breasts through the silky material. Without any warning, he slide
inside me through the crotchless panties and after another great
release, I found it somehow still wasn't enough. I wanted skin to
skin contact. I wanted this corset off and I also wanted these damned
stockings off. Wordlessly, as though he heard my thoughts, Draco
rolled down my stockings in a painfully slow pace and then rolled
down my crotch-less panties as well. Smirking devilishly, Draco moved
his hand over the corset in search for clips and ties that would take
this off of me. Finally he found a long line of crisscrossing ties
and untied it, only to be met by silver clips. By this time, he was
beginning to get increasingly impatient and me running my fingers up
and down his back, occasionally pinching his soft and just wonderful
backside wasn't helping his situation at all.

"Fuck," he
cried though his teeth and I was going to tell him that this was the
reason why I didn't want to put it on in the first place but held my
tongue. Finally he managed to take the blasted thing off of me. With
it now off I was able to relax and I marveled at how good the man
hovering over me looked. The way his muscles flexed was so damn sexy
and his normally perfect hair was in disarray though I liked how it
looked. His skin was so white it looked like as though someone poured
2 bags full of flour over him and his skin was smoother than a baby's
butt, yet wet and sweaty. He was completely free of blemishes and
again I found myself envying his perfection.

But I envied him as
much as I worshiped him, as much as I loved him. I threw him off me
so he was laying on his back and climbed on top of him, playing with
him, kissing him and doing all sorts of things that made him moan and
squirm like a girl.

We exchanged "I
love yous" like normal lovers, something we don't do as much at
all and only begun to. I was still getting used to hearing him say it
and he was trying to familiarize himself with the phrase as well. But
nevertheless, we made sweet love throughout the night. It was
probably really hot monkey sex, but those three-words really changed
my entire outlook on the sex. We were making love, not doing
it.

Oh God, that sounded
good. Making love. So much nicer! And we were going to get
married. The thoughts, the passion, the feel of him so close to me
was so great, I didn't notice anything else at all. Even something as
weird and out of place such as flashes of light. And it wasn't
lightening at all.

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After several hours
of love making, our bodies tired from our activities. I laid my head
down on one of the pillows as his body was on his side, facing me.
His hands went down to my stomach where he drew circles around my
belly. "My baby," he whispered, lowering his head so that
his lips brushed against my stomach. I felt ticklish and squirmed
away and finally he stopped and raised his head, kissing me softly on
my forehead. "I can't wait till I see our baby," he said,
his palm down on my stomach rubbing my tummy softly. His words were
so sweet I found myself practically melting.

"Me too,"
I whispered back. He'd be a good father, I thought to myself
as I stroked his flaxen hair.

"Hermione?"

"Hmm?"
I replied snuggling closer into his body, feeling the heat from it
warming me up again in the cool night.

He dipped his head and
kissed me gently before asked me, "We should tell everyone now.
Shouldn't we?"

I was surprised he was the one to bring
up the question but pleased nonetheless that he thought of it. "I
guess so. I don't think I could hide this after a few months time.
And besides we're going to get married..."

"Yeah.
We are. So how about we tell Potter and his girlfriend tomorrow?"
he suggested.

"Sure. I'll tell them and then you could
tell Blaise." He nodded his head in response and kissed me
again, this time more passionately and hungry than the prior one. I
tried my best to get lost into his kiss but something was nagging my
mind again. I moved my lips away from his and then asked him what I
was thinking. "What will your parents say?"

"My
mother doesn't even recognize her left hand from her right because
she's so engrossed in alcohol. I doubt she'd even understand what I'm
doing."

I hesitated and then asked the more vital
question, "What about Lucius? What will happen when he finds
out?"

He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, thinking
about my question. For a while there was silence until he said, "He's
in Azkaban. What harm could he do?"

Somehow I doubted
his words. Sure the Malfoy Senior was in Azkaban ever since our 5th
year in Hogwarts but I had a feeling something awful would happen if
he were to find out. I didn't know what but I had a bad feeling about
this. I subconsciously touched my tummy and hoped to whatever is holy
that nothing would happen to my baby. I don't know what I'd do if
something bad were to happen to it.

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We met Harry and
Ginny the next day in the Head rooms along with Blaise. Draco and I
had decided to let the three of them know at the same time. It would
be much easier than telling them one by one. Though I must tell you
the truth I was nervous on what kind of reaction they would have.

Blaise was seated in one of the larger arm chairs by the
fireplace. Harry and Ginny were seated on a love seat and Draco and I
were on a couch. He took my hand in his and squeezed it, his gesture
reassuring.

"All right Hermione why did you call us
here?" Harry asked me. "And why is he here?" he said
eyeing Blaise with distaste.

"Harry don't take about
Blaise like that!" I snapped at him. Blaise was a really sweet
guy. He's much different from the other Slytherins and is probably
Draco's only good friend. Blaise rolled his eyes at Harry, obviously
thinking about Harry's dislike of him as childish.

"We
decided to get married," Draco said quickly taking even me by
shock. I didn't think that I'd tell them so soon but I guess there
was no need to beat around the bush.

Harry had a reaction I
didn't think he'd have. He was oddly quiet, his face blank of any
emotion and then... he smiled. He actually smiled. I was really
weird.

"I'm happy for you 'Mione," he said. He
stood up and gave me a brief hug around the shoulders and shook
Draco's hand. "Congratulations Mal- uh Draco."

Draco
shook Harry's hand back, with a feeling of both shock and resentment
at having to touch Harry's hand. It put a smile to my lips. I
imagined Harry just running off and not talking to me like he did
when he heard I was sleeping with Draco and when he found out I was
pregnant but never actually being so supportive like this. I was
really happy he was glad that taking it well.

Blaise's face
was impassive and he didn't say anything and just sat there. Ginny's
brown eyes were wide. She squeaked as Harry shook Draco's hand and
then ran out the room. I actually pictured her to be the one to
support me and not Harry but I'm sure she'll come around. Harry ran
after her and soon it was just Draco, Blaise and I.

There was
an awkward silence.

"You sure about this?" Blaise
said, his voice breaking the quietness of the room.

"Yes,"
was Draco's straight reply.

"I can't say I'm happy for
you Draco. You're father will be pissed."

"I know,"
Draco said, his voice completely lacking any emotion. "I thought
of that, but Hermione's going to have my child. No child of a Malfoy
will be without a father."

I sat there, a bit shocked.
Was that why he wanted to marry me? Because he didn't want my baby to
named Granger?

Nah, he loves me, I thought to myself. He
wants to be with me and our baby every step of the way. Sure maybe he
didn't want to marry me so soon, but maybe he would've someday or
another.

Blaise nodded and stood up and so did Draco. The
darker-haired young man patted Draco on the back.

"I
hope you made the right decision, Draco," he said.

"Don't
worry, I did."

"You better stay careful..."
Blaise warned. His dark eyes locked with mine, "If the Dark Lord
is angered..." he trailed off and I shuddered.

I never
thought of what would happen if Voldemort found out.

I looked
up at Draco whose gray eyes showed determination and he told Blaise
before the other dark-haired Slytherin left,

"I'll take
the risk."

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A/N: Well...
that was something. I'm kinda sorry about the smut scene. It was
originally a pretty hot one, but eh...I decided to delete them out
because no matter how many times I wrote it, it didn't come out
right. In the end, I decided to do it in memoir-style, having
Hermione reflect on it after it happens. I hope you guys don't hit me
on the head with rocks...I tried to make it better, but I was too
lazy to do it good. : P

Also I just realized
HBP is coming out in less than a week so I'll be uploading about 2
chapters per day. Aren't you happy? Let's dance! *audience blinks*
Okay nevermind...I'll dance by myself. *pouts*

All Hail,

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