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Research & Development	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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18.
‘Ouch, Draco,’ she moaned out.
‘Are you still counting?’ he asked with a dark voice.
‘Nineteen,’ she said, breathlessly. She was kneeling on her bed, her upper body flat against the mattress and her arse in the air. He had tied her arms up around the slat in the headboard.
Smack ‘Twenty,’ she moaned again. He was smacking her arse with his big, hot, open palms and it hurt so much but felt so good.
Smack Smack Smack ‘Twenty-three?’ she said, dazed by the sudden repetition.
Smack! ‘Owww,’ she yelled. ‘That was a hard one, Draco!’
‘Count them!’ he said. When she whimpered, he said, ‘If you want me to stop, just say the word.’
She shook her head. ‘Twenty-four,’ she gasped out, wondering how much longer this could go.
Smack. ‘Twenty-five,’ she muttered.
‘Merlin, Granger, your arse is so red,’ he said, giving it another hard smack. ‘Twenty-six!’ she all but shouted. He leaned forward, across her back and she could feel his cock was hard against her bum. He grabbed the tie that fastened her hands and undid the knot, freeing her.
‘I think that will do for today,’ he said against her ear. ‘Unless…’ he said and pulled back to give her one more hard smack on her tingling flesh.
‘Ow! What was that for?’ she complained.
He flipped her over and she looked up into his smirking face. ‘One to grow on,’ he said, leaning down to give her a passionate kiss. She snickered as he pulled away and grinned back at her, ‘Happy Birthday, Hermione.’
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Hermione’s eyes met his from across the room with a pleading but good-natured look of, ‘Save me!’ He chuckled into his glass of bubbly and gave her a shrug.
She was talking to Potter and Weasley. Potter had sent an owl the week before, apologising profusely and she had—unfortunately—forgiven him.
Mr and Mrs Granger were here as well—they had come over to Hermione’s flat earlier to take her out to lunch for her birthday and the four of them had spent a few hours afterwards talking before the others had arrived for her little get-together. Ginny Potter had come with her husband, and she was now in the kitchen with Susan Bones, making another drink and gushing over Pansy’s baby bump. Draco laughed as Ginny pointedly tried not to make eye contact with the kitchen table.
He was happy that Hermione had invited Pansy and Blaise. She had gotten to know them quite well, as they had been over to their house a few times to visit recently. He liked having his friends around and it also meant that he would have some protection in case the others tried to accost him.
‘Socialising with Gryffindors,’ Blaise said with a smile. ‘Never thought I’d see the day.’
Draco smirked and shook his head. ‘Me neither.’
Mrs Granger had now walked over to Hermione and mentioned something about her hair. It looked like one of her plaits had come loose, and she took Hermione into her room to help fix it. Either that or she had noticed the look on Hermione’s face as well and was rescuing her from the awkward conversation that Potty and Weasel were trying to have with her.
‘How are things going with the Reserve Project?’ Blaise asked.
‘Good,’ Draco said. ‘I’m actually heading up to Scotland tomorrow for the week. They are moving all the dragons onto the reserve. I’m just there to sign off on the construction and then it will fall to the Ops team.’ He gave a chuckle. ‘I’ll need to come up with a new project then. It’s dreadfully boring what I’m doing now.’
Blaise laughed. ‘Do you still play Quidditch? A couple of us still play a pick-up game every once in a while. You should join in.’
Draco smiled, ‘I’d like that,’ he said. ‘I haven’t actually played in quite some time.’ They started chatting about it, and Draco mentioned to Blaise that he was reading a book just now about some of the best Seekers in history. ‘I’ll go get it,’ he said.
He walked to the bedroom door and pushed it open lightly, not wanting to disturb Hermione and her mother, but seeing that they were in the ensuite, he opened it a bit more. The book was on the chest of drawers by the door, so he leaned forward, still in the doorway to grab it.
‘So have you told him yet? About your…situation?’
Draco looked up. They were in the bathroom, which was behind the door where he stood, but there was a floor-length mirror on the wall in front of him, and from his position, he could see them standing in front of the sink, both looking into the mirror above it. He stepped more fully into the room, his curiosity piqued.
Hermione’s mum was standing behind her, brushing her hair out and then fixing her plait. Hermione put a hand over her stomach. ‘Not yet,’ she said.
‘Why not?’ her mum asked. ‘It’s obvious that he cares about you.’
Hermione sighed. ‘Mum, I still don’t really know what this is. We haven’t even mentioned love, let alone children.’
Her mother shook her head and then asked, ‘Hasn’t he asked why you haven’t had your monthlies?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, he hasn’t. Maybe he just thinks I’m on some sort of muggle birth control that stops that.’ They were silent for a moment.
‘Hermione,’ her mother said. ‘From what I’ve seen today that man really cares for you.’ Hermione shook her head again. ‘He does. And honey, he deserves to know.’
‘I know, I know,’ Hermione said in resignation. ‘I just…I don’t want it to end.’
Draco, forgetting the book and backing out of the room, stood stock still in the living room, trying to process what was happening. His mind was repeating the picture of Hermione standing in front of the sink with her hand protectively over her tummy. She was pregnant. She hadn’t had her monthlies. Why hadn’t that thought ever even crossed his mind? They had been together for nearly four months and he hadn’t once questioned that. Because this is the first time you’ve been in a long-term relationship since Astoria, a sarcastic voice in his head said.
But why hadn’t she told him? If she hadn’t had her monthlies since they had been together then it must have happened quite early on. He thought that he had performed the contraceptive spell each time that they had been together, but if he forgot once—it was possible. And once she was pregnant, the spell was useless.
Was it because she still didn’t know what was happening between them? He didn’t really know what was happening between them. He had been waiting for the day that she stopped being so interesting to him, that he didn’t want to be around her every minute of every day, but that day had yet to come. But was he ready to commit to something like a child? He would never leave her to take care of a baby on her own—he would provide all the help that she would need, of course, but was he actually ready to be a father?
He knew that Hermione would make a wonderful mother. The way that she was with Cara when they visited Pansy and Blaise was incredible. Cara was always laughing as they played together. Hermione was very good at charming soft toys and dolls to do their bidding and Pansy had told him tonight that Cara couldn’t wait for the next time Hermione visited.
He could understand why she hadn’t wanted to tell him, if she felt like there was no future in their relationship, but her last comment reverberated in his head. She didn’t want this to end. Why would it end? Because he wasn’t ready to be a father and would leave her once he found out? His eyes widened. No, that wasn’t it. It was because she was Muggle-born.
Draco loved his father, and he knew that his father loved him, but despite what his ideals had gotten the family into in the past—including losing all of their money and their manor—he was still of the mind that the Malfoy line should remain pure. Draco had already been trying to create an argument in his mind to tell his father that with Hermione’s talents and cleverness, the line would become stronger, rather than continuing it with a dull and vapid, yet pure, witch. He might have to have that argument sooner than he thought.
Hermione had come back into the room now and she gave him a smile. He was standing in the corner of the room and he probably looked a bit shocked. Blaise had tried to speak to him, but he had kind of shoved him off, saying he should speak to Potter and Weasley about Quidditch. Or Ginny since she played for the Holyhead Harpies.
Hermione gave him a concerned look but then Ginny grabbed her hand and pulled her into the kitchen, handing her a glass of bubbly. He noticed that she only took a sip before setting it down and seemingly forgetting about it.
Hermione didn’t really drink anyways. He tried to think back to a time that he had ever actually seen her drink. She usually drank tea or pumpkin juice, or soda water and lime if it was a muggle establishment. She had also been cutting back on her coffee recently—and she had told him that she had switched to decaf tea as normal tea had been keeping her awake at night.
The only time that he could remember seeing her having a drink was when they were at the Canteen Pub in Romania. She had been drinking some silly cocktail while waiting to meet up with Charlie Weasley. That fateful fucking night that everything had changed for him.
Suddenly, he got a sickening feeling. What was this? Like a heavy stone had just fallen on his stomach. He knew that there was something in his last thought that had caused him a sense of dread, but he couldn’t quite find the connection. Drink. Pub. Romania. Weasley.
What if it’s Weasley’s? the sarcastic voice was back.
He was nearly floored by the thought. He stumbled over and collapsed onto the sofa, feeling like his legs would no longer hold him.
There was every possibility that it could be Weasley’s baby. After all, she had been with him in Romania and again two weeks later. She hadn’t had monthlies at all since they had been together, which meant that she could have been pregnant before they had even had sex for the first time. It would also make sense why she didn’t want to tell him, and why she thought it would end. Could he stay with her, knowing that she was pregnant with Weasley’s child? She didn’t want it to end with him, but could he realistically help raise a child that wasn’t his own? True, he didn’t mind Charlie Weasley now, but could he co-parent with the guy?
As the party wound down and people started to leave, Draco tried to push all of his thoughts to the back of his head. If she didn’t want to tell him, he wasn’t going to force her to. But he needed to figure out what he was going to do if she did tell him the news that he was dreading to hear.
Maybe it was a good thing that he was going to Scotland this week. It would give him some time away from her to get his thoughts in order, so that when she did tell him about her situation, he might have some semblance of a response.
Hermione had just all but pushed the Potters out the door before coming to see him, sitting next to him on the sofa. ‘Are you okay, Draco?’ she asked.
He looked at her and his brain felt like it was going to explode. He had been so happy, so content with what they had, and now this was going to change everything. ‘Fine,’ he said. ‘Yeah, just thinking of all the stuff I need to get ready to head up to Dumfries tomorrow.’
She frowned a bit. ‘I’m going to miss you.’ He hugged her against him and kissed the top of her head.
They stayed like that for a bit before he said, ‘Come on, let’s go to bed.’
As he got up from the sofa, Hermione threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He returned it, but he felt like a bit of that passion, a bit of that spark, had gone.
He took her to the bedroom and he began to make love to her, knowing that it would be a week before they would see each other again. At one point, he spread his hand over her tummy, to see if he could feel anything there—after all she would be between four and five months along now, but she didn’t have a bump yet. He remembered Pansy telling him that she had been almost seven months along before she had started to show with Cara.
He just wished he knew. Was it his or was it Weasley’s? If it was his, he could start to feel himself warm to the idea of raising a baby with Hermione. But if it was Weasley’s…he just wasn’t sure. And maybe she didn't even know.
‘Oh, Merlin, Draco!’ she yelled out as she was brought to her climax, grabbing his shoulders as he thrust into her. It was only then he realised he had actually been quite rough with her as he was lost in his thoughts. He kept up a few more rough thrusts as he thought desperately, it’s mine, it’s mine, it has to be mine, and soon he was following her over the edge.
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The following evening, Draco was sitting at the bar in the Staff Canteen turned Pub at the now fully opened and operational Dumfries Sanctuary.
He tapped his shot glass on the bar and the bartender gave him a sigh. ‘Are you sure you need another?’
Draco gave the man a sour look and the glass filled again with Firewhiskey.
‘Draco?’ a voice said from behind him.
He tipped his head back and the burning liquid poured down his throat. Slamming the glass back down on the bar, he turned around slowly, his gaze raking the blond witch from head to toe. ‘Hello, Kelly.’
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