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What A Malfoy Wants	By : christineyoung Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 46198 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I know, I know. I've made you wait once again. I just haven't been feeling very inspired lately. Don't worry, I will finish this, even if I have to fight until the end. I just don't want to post something that's mediocre. So, without further ado...

Chapter 17

Hermione made her way carefully down the hall, unsure of where she was actually going. She'd never actually been in the downstairs areas of the house, unless you counted the dungeons. A shiver stole its way up her spine as she remembered that dark time from all those years ago. She had been sure that they were all going to die, that all hope was lost. She had been positive that she had been going to her death after they pulled her away from Ron and Harry.

She shook her head, forcing the memory of that day to the back of her mind. It was something that she'd tried very hard to forget but never could. It was the type of thing that you couldn't forget. The slice of Bellatrix's blade as she carved through her flesh, the deranged glint in the madwoman's eyes as she licked the blood from her knife, the haunted look in Draco's eyes as he stood by and watched.

She understood now more than ever why his face had been so pinched and why his fists had shook as he stood off to the side. She could forgive him for not trying to save her. In fact, she'd forgiven him a long time ago. They would have all died if he had tried to do something.

She continued on, sure that she was lost until she heard their low voices float down the hall. She straightened up and quickened her step following the quiet murmur. She wondered what they were talking about. As she drew closer, she could make out pieces of their conversation.

"...you were right, Father...Exquisite...No, very responsive...more than I'd ever imagined..."

Hermione blushed. They were talking about her. She stood quietly on the other side of the door and listened, feeling very much like a naughty child. She just couldn't help herself. She wanted to know what they really thought about her.

"There is nothing like being with your mate, Scor," Draco explained. "Sadly, I have no direct experience with this but I do know from my Father that your mate will always trump any other. You know that I hold great affection for your Mother. She was my best friend, she gave me you, but she will never compare to her."

"I know, Father," Scorpius answered.

Hermione heard the soft chink of a cup as it was set on a saucer. Then she heard the quiet scrape of a fork across china as whomever took a bite of their food. "I already feel so close to her. It is unreal. I never thought that I could love someone as much as I love her, until this morning. Father, I could feel the life growing inside of her already. I have to admit that I'm a little scared."

Hermione stifled a gasp as her hands immediately went to her stomach. She knew that she would become pregnant during the bonding, she'd read the books. But hearing it confirmed out loud was entirely different matter altogether.

"It'll be fine, Scor," Draco soothed. "You'll be a great Father. Besides, you have me and Hermione to help you. It isn't as if we haven't been around children before."

"I guess you're right," Scorpius admitted. "It's just, I'm young and it's a big responsibility. I guess that I could get used to looking after errant children. Hermione... you do know it's not polite to eavesdrop?"

Hermione squeaked and jumped back away from the door. He probably knew she was there the entire time. Blood rushed to her cheeks as embarrassment bloomed in her body. She knew that she shouldn't have listened in on their conversation. She didn't really consider with their heightened senses that they would realize that she was there. She'd been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

She smoothed her dressing gown and pushed open the door. She stepped hesitantly into the room, her cheeks still infused with a rosy hue of pink. She glanced nervously at the men before her. Scorpius' eyes were sparkling with mischief as he pulled out a chair that sat in between himself and his father at the table. She was a little surprised by the quaintness of the room. She'd half expected a huge dining area with a long table that was capable of seating fifty, a much colder atmosphere than what she was presented with now. She had to admit that this was a lot nicer.

She took her seat and almost protested as each man began loading her plate full of food. She was hungry but there was no way that she was going to be able to eat everything that they were shoving in front of her. She swallowed her protests and let them have their way. She didn't have to eat everything they put in front of her.

"Thank you," she said quietly after they had sat back.

It was a little awkward as they dined quietly. She knew that they were just trying to give her her space after everything that had happened. She ate slowly even though she was ravenous. And she was quite impressed by the spread. There was everything that you came to expect at a traditional English breakfast as well as everything that you would expect at a traditional Christmas feast. She guessed that since it was early afternoon that it made sense. There was bacon, fried eggs, fried tomatoes and mushrooms, toast with butter, sausages, and baked beans. And that was only the breakfast part. There was also a roast goose, roasted potatoes and brussel sprouts, cranberry and bread sauces, and yorkshire pudding. She could also see a large chocolate trifle off to the side meant for dessert.

As if he read her mind, which he might have, Scorpius answered her unanswered question. "The meal is an old Malfoy tradition," he explained as he sipped his tea. "We like to combine the morning and evening meals into one, it leaves more time for other activities and there is always more than enough left over to snack on later if we get hungry again."

"It's nice," she commented as she ate a bite of goose. "It's just that there is so much..."

He laughed at her quietly. "I guess it does seem like it is a bit decadent, since it is so much food for just a few people. Maybe in the future it won't seem so lavish."

His unspoken words hung in the air. He was, of course, referring to when the children were there to join them. Hermione shifted in her seat when she realized that at this time next year, she would indeed be Mother once again. She found that she was a little excited about the prospect. She hadn't planned for more children, Rose and Hugo had been enough for her and Ron, but she did miss babies. There was nothing quite like the smell of a newborn baby.

She thought of the babies in the plural as well. She was certain that Scorpius would want more than one. She was positive that he'd probably want as many as she was able to give him. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She certainly didn't want to be turned into some sort of breeding machine. There was also Draco to think about.

Did he want any more kids? They hadn't really discussed it. In her mind, it would stand to reason that he would want at least one child with his mate. It was a conversation that they would have to have, and soon. She wanted to know what they expected and be ready to stand her ground against the both of them if those expectations were unreasonable.

She finished over half the food on her plate before proclaiming herself stuffed to capacity. She sat back and sipped her tea and watched in astonishment as Scorpius cleaned his third plate of food. It was a good thing that the Malfoy's were wealthy with an appetite like that. But then, Scorpius was still a teenage boy and had likely been famished after being sick all of the past week.

He smirked knowingly at her from across the table. He really did enjoy that fact that their bond enabled him to feel her emotions. She would turn that against him one day. She would make sure of it.

Hermione returned her gaze to Draco as he cleared his throat. "Would you like a tour of the house?"

She nodded and set her cup down on the saucer. She needed to figure out at least the main parts of the manor. She didn't really want to keep wandering around lost all the time. She rose to her feet and took Draco's outstretched hand.

They turned to leave the room and she noticed that Scorpius hadn't risen to follow them. "Aren't you coming?" she questioned.

He smiled broadly. "No, this is my Father's show," he explained. "I'm due at Mother's in less than half an hour and she will have kittens if I'm late. I'm sure that she will insist that I stay the night. She's very attached. I will most likely return tomorrow."

He caught his Father's eye and they shared a long look. Even without the bond she would have known what had passed between the two men. They were thinking about her bonding to Draco. Hermione swallowed heavily and looked away. She was rather nervous about it despite the fact that she now knew what to expect.

"There is no need for nerves," Scorpius murmured as he tilted her chin so that he could meet her eyes. "It will be a new beginning, for you as well as us. I'll miss you whilst I'm at Mother's. I wouldn't leave you at all, but it is Christmas and I can hardly ignore my Mother. Besides," he dropped his voice to a whisper. "I've heard that she's planned a party in honor for my birthday, as well. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you know..."

He smiled and kissed her suddenly but chastely. She could feel that he didn't want to let her go and would like to do even more but he pulled away from her reluctantly. "I'll see you tomorrow, love. I'll be counting the seconds until I see you again."

He disappeared quickly from the room, leaving her slightly wobbly on her feet. Draco steadied her as he whispered, "Smooth."

"What?" she asked as she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Scorpius," he clarified. "He always did have a way with the ladies."

Hermione beamed up at him. "His Father does as well. Maybe you've met him. Tall, good looking fellow, beautiful grey eyes, and nice hair," she teased.

He smirked in return as they left the dining room. "Now that you mention it..."

He trailed off as she poked his side. He laughed as they walked along together comfortably. She was still overwhelmed by everything that had happened. It seemed surreal that she would be walking along arm and arm with her former childhood tormentor and be happy with it.

He took her along the house pointing out the various rooms as they passed. There were more rooms than she'd ever thought there would be. She'd seen the sitting room that they'd been in earlier, but there was also a formal sitting area. There was a sun room or solarium, a formal dining hall (which looked as she'd imagined with a huge table that could seat at least sixty if not more), the kitchens (which were four rooms), Draco's office (the drawing room *shudder*), and a ballroom.

The ballroom was huge. It really defied common sense that it could fit inside the manor; it was that huge. She was sure that there was a heavy dose of magic involved, much like how the Weasley's house managed not to fall down despite its shape. She walked in and looked around in wonder at the vastness surrounding her. It could easily fit five hundred people.

She jumped as Draco startled her. "Do you dance?" he asked, his voice a low pleasurable hum in her ear. The small hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as his warm breath caressed her skin.

"I do," she murmured in reply.

"In that case," he replied as he held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"

She smiled and took his hand, laughing as he swept her into a waltz. Music started playing as soon as they took a few steps. They floated about the room and she marveled at his obvious skill. It was to be expected. As a pureblood, she knew that he had been schooled in the art of dance from a very young age.

She had no trouble keeping up with him though; her own parents had insisted that she learn as well when she was a child. They circled around and he changed styles as the music changed. She inhaled his scent as he held her close. She felt safe and protected. She leaned into his chest as they slowed down and finally came to a stop, swaying slowly in the middle of the room.

Her thoughts were jumbled as she thought about everything that had happened and everything that would happen in the future. Everything was still so uncertain. She felt out of control. And in essence she was. She didn't know how things were going to work between herself, Scorpius, and Draco. She didn't know what was going to happen with her kids and with Ron. She didn't know how the rest of her family and friends would take the news. There were too many questions still left unanswered. It was a burden on her ever logical mind. She loved order and to know precisely what was in store for her future. She was at a loss at the moment.

Draco held her close and she took comfort in his embrace. she felt like he was the only thing holding her together at the moment. He pulled away and took her hand. "Come with me," he bid.

She followed him curiously. They hadn't finished the tour of the house yet. They still had to even make it to the second floor. He led her back to her room and she watched as he started pulling clothes from the closet. He carried a pair of jeans, a jumper, and a coat along with a scarf and gloves.

"Here," he said as he handed her the clothes. "I'm going to go change and then I want to show you something."

She changed, even though she felt a little jilted at the fact that it felt like he was ordering her about. But her curiosity was peaked. He reappeared a few minutes later dressed as she was. He pulled her close and pulled her along via side-along.

She stumbled as she landed. She was never really good with side-along. She looked about in wonder at their surroundings. They were next to a pond. He took her hand and led her over to a small building. It was warm inside. She looked about as they entered. It was a barn of sorts.

There were dozens of animals inside, all taking shelter from the cold. There were ducks and geese, swans and the famous white Malfoy peacocks. "This is just the bird house," he explained. "We have a larger barn where we keep the horses and pegasi."

"You have horses?" she asked excitedly. She'd always wanted a horse.

He laughed at her enthusiasm. "Yes, amongst other things. But that wasn't what I wanted to show you. I remember at school, watching you in the wintertime. I was always very careful, hiding under various spells so that no one would catch me. I watched as you skated around on the Black Lake, with Potter and Weasley. I remember being so jealous that they could be so close to you while I had to stay so far away. I always wanted to join you. So, now, after all these years, will you go ice skating with me?"

She smiled softly at him. "I'd love to."

She allowed him to lead her passed the various birds and over to a padded bench. He slipped her boots off and pulled a pair of skates from a compartment beneath the bench. He laced them up for her before pulling on a pair of his own. Then he helped her stand and wobble her way through the door next to the bench. Directly outside was the edge of the pond.

She stepped gracefully out onto the ice and then turned to wait for him. She waited patiently as he eyed the ice nervously.

"I have a confession to make," he said quietly. "I've only done this one time before. When I was a small boy. My Mother took me once. I have to say that I was on my rear more than I was on my feet."

Hermione smiled again and skated over to edge. She held out her hand. "It's not too hard. Take my hand and I'll help you."

He took her hand and then made his way onto the ice carefully. His knees wobbled and a look of panic was etched into his face. Hermione giggled as she skated away from the edge of the pond and pulled him towards the middle. He had a death grip on her hand as she pulled him along.

"See," she soothed. "It's not so bad."

"I think I'd much rather be flying," he mumbled.

She laughed. "Rose and I like to skate a lot," she said wistfully. "Hugo, not so much. He hates the cold."

Hermione pulled her wand and cast a cushioning charm on herself and Draco, just in case they fell. It was surreal to think about the life that was growing inside of her but she couldn't afford to take chances. She dropped Draco's hand and moved away from him.

"Hermione..." he called, sounding just a little panicked.

"Relax," she called over her shoulder. "I just want to show you something."

She skated away from him, picking up speed rapidly. She reveled in the cold on her cheeks and the wind in her hair. She'd been cooped up in that house for much too long. She circled away, pivoted and did a small jump landing gracefully.

She wasn't a professional or anything, but she could do a few things. She jumped and did another spin as she heard him call, "Show off!"

She landed and turned back toward him just in time to see him fall right onto his ass. She laughed loudly as he sat cursing in the middle of the pond. "Serves you right!" she called as she skated off to the other side of the pond.

"Just you wait witch," he growled playfully.

She laughed again. "You've got to catch me first. And from where I'm standing, you aren't going to be doing any catching any time soon."

"Is that a challenge?" he asked from his position on the ice.

"Call it what you will," she sing-songed.

She turned back away from him as he struggled to his feet. She smiled to herself. He was so stubborn. She glanced back and watched as he pulled his wand and transfigured his skates into pair of trainers.

"That's cheating," she exclaimed, outraged.

"Slytherin in the soul, love," he replied. "Are you ready?"

She skated away as fast as she could toward the edge of the pond, pulling her wand as she sped along. At the edge, she changed her skates into a pair of shoes as well. She rushed off the surface of the ice as he drew closer. Merlin, he was fast.

She struggled through the snow as he gained on her. She could hear him breathing heavily just behind her and she shrieked as he grabbed her and pulled her down into a large pile of snow. It felt as soft as a cloud beneath her as she landed on her back.

"Gotcha," he said, as his fingers tickled her into submission.

She wiggled and squirmed and laughed as his questing fingers poked her sides. She'd always been dreadfully ticklish. "I give up," she huffed, breathless from the chase and from laughing so hard.

She sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers went from playful touching to sensual touching. She stilled beneath him as he loomed over her in the snow. She watched as his eyes began to darken in slow increments.

His fingers traced her lips as his other hand traced her side. "Draco," she whispered.

His lips met hers in a languid kiss. She breathed deeply, inhaling his musk. She moaned as his tongue stroked against her upper lip. She reached up and threaded her fingers through his silky hair as he deepened the kiss. It was like she couldn't get enough. More taste, more smell, more touch; she needed more.

He used one hand and cupped her cheek while the other slid under her jumper. She arched into his hand as he peppered small kisses along her jaw. She felt like he was consuming her. She didn't even notice when he apparated them back to the house with a small pop, the sound echoing across the frozen grounds. All she knew was him.

End Note: So, I'm feeling a bit discouraged with this story. It has been the subject of quite a few flames recently. One reviewer said that it is pointless since there isn't any conflict unless Ron acts up further. With that being said, I don't know how many more chapters this will be. Next chapter will be her and Draco bonding. After that, not so sure. I grow weary of people telling me what a shit writer I am. I only do this for fun; I don't get paid and frankly I get tired of being put down. It doesn't seem worth it any more.
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