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My Best Enemy's Baby	By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 51690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Nineteen

...Hermione looked up when she was finished eating and blushed at the way Draco was looking at her over his empty plate.“Time for dessert” He stated before standing up and stalking around the table towards her...

Hermione swallowed and unconsciously licked her lips, staring into his stormy grey eyes she watched him approach her, her breathing becoming ragged.

When he reached her, Draco pulled her up so she was standing in front of him and her chair fell to the floor behind her. Their lips met in a searing kiss, and Draco pulled her as close to him as he could, her swollen belly hard against him.

They pulled apart and stared at each other for a moment, breathing hard, before Draco picked her up suddenly and Hermione instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. The position was slightly awkward but Hermione leant forward and reconnected their lips, her fingers threading through his hair as Draco carried her to their bedroom.

He placed her on the bed carefully and his hands moved to undo the buttons on her shirt as his lips continued to move against hers. When her shirt was off she began pushing his t-shirt up his chest, he pulled his lips away from hers for a second as he tugged it over his head. Her hands were roaming over his arms and chest; he shuddered with need as her fingertips flicked over his nipples.

Draco’s fingers made quick work of the rest of her clothes and soon she was completely bare. Hermione moaned as Draco sucked one of her extremely sensitive nipples into his mouth, while he fondled the other with his hand. Hermione’s hands moved to hold his head against her as she arched into him.

Draco trailed his lips back up to her mouth, his tongue sweeping across her moist lips and pushing past them into the hot cavern of her mouth, his hands massaging her full breasts.

Draco groaned and pulled away moving to kneel on the floor, pulling Hermione so that she was sitting on the edge of bed before him. Draco lowered his mouth to her thighs and placed many small kisses there before his tongue suddenly made a long sweeping stroke between her nether lips, causing Hermione to gasp and jerk her hips forward.

He went back to giving her light teasing kisses along her upper thighs, Hermione groaned with need, annoyed that he was teasing her like this, his light kisses causing her already overheated flesh to tremble.

Draco moved his hands under her knees and brought her legs over his shoulders before returning his attention to where she wanted it, moving his mouth back to her heated sex. Hermione threw her head back in rapture and her breathing grew ragged as he licked and sucked at her throbbing bundle of nerves, his hands caressing up and down her quivering thighs.

One of Draco’s hands made its way around and trailed up Hermione’s inner thigh, as his tongue worked on her clit, two of his fingers plunged into her sopping wet hole. Her muscles contracted around his digits and he heard her moan as he bent his fingers to touch on just the right spot moving them in and out of her.

It only took a moment before Hermione could feel heat and pleasure building up inside her, one of her hands grasped at the sheets as the other pulled his head against her, she felt his teeth graze over clit and she let go, her muscles convulsing as the white hot pleasure rolled over her and she fell back against the bed as body continued to shake.

“Wow” She breathed as Draco shed the rest of his clothes and helped her move further up the bed so that her legs weren’t off the edge. She opened her eyes to see Draco, who was kneeling above her, smirking down at her, looking very pleased with himself.

She laughed at his expression and pulled his face down to hers, tasting herself on his lips. His hands were all over her, stroking along her arms, palming her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples or trailing lightly over her stomach. Their kiss was hungry, and despite the huge release Hermione had only just experienced minutes ago, she was desperate for more.

Suddenly Draco pulled his lips away from hers and with no warning she was being lifted and turned around so that she was on her hands and knees with Draco kneeling behind her, plunging into her with a long groan. Hermione gasped at the feel of him, huge and thick within her.

Draco dropped his mouth to her shoulder and panted against her moist skin as he moved against her, revelling in the feel of her heat, groaning as she pushed herself back onto him. He could tell from the noises she was making that she was already close; he slammed into her, his hands pulling on her hips. She gasped and as he thrust himself into her hard and fast, a harsh scream was torn from her throat as her walls clamped down and she exploded around him.

Draco groaned and bit down on her shoulder as he held onto her, his fingers digging harshly into her hips, he fought the need to come with her and managed to slow his movements and allow her to ride out the pleasure.

He forced himself to pause, giving her a moment to recover, before he continued to pump slowly in and out of her slick channel. He gradually sped up, and he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, he slid his arm around her, her hips jerked as his fingers slid between her folds and lightly stroked her clit. His thrusts became faster and more erratic, and he increased the speed of his fingers.

Just as he felt the wave of orgasm overcome him, and he thought that he would come without her, he heard her groan and her inner muscles pulsed and clenched around him, milking him as he spurted his seed inside her.

***The Next Morning***

Hermione woke to the sounds of someone in the house, her initial thought was that Draco was up already, until she woke up a bit more and realised that Draco was still asleep hugging her to his warm chest.

Narcissa wasn’t supposed to be back until tonight, but she supposed that it was possible that the woman had come back early. Hermione carefully slid out of the bed, shivering as her naked body met the cool air of the room. Pulling on a dressing gown and holding her wand tightly, she made her way to the kitchen, where the noise was coming from.

She was relieved to see that it was indeed Draco’s mother, but she was curious as to why she would return early.

“Narcissa? What are you doing back so early?” She asked as she made her way further into the room. The woman jumped slightly, having been startled by Hermione’s entrance, but she didn’t let the shock show on her face.

“Hermione, dear, I didn’t hear you come in.” Narcissa replied.

As Hermione looked at her more closely, she realised that there were tear tracks on Narcissa’s cheeks.

“Are you ok, Narcissa?” She asked, concerned for the woman.

“Yes, of course, Hermione” Narcissa assured her, brushing at her cheeks to wipe the tears away. “It’s just hard, even knowing the terrible things that Lucius has done, not to remember all the truly wonderful times I had with him.” She gestured to a fresh bouquet of flowers, “I decided to reply to the message he sent the other day.” She explained, “His use of flowers brings back so many happy memories” A fresh tear rolled down her cheek, though her voice remained calm, “I suspect that that was his intention in sending flowers in the first place.”

Hermione wasn’t sure what to do; she placed a reassuring hand on Narcissa’s shoulder and squeezed gently before letting go. “I’m sorry, Narcissa” She said simply, not knowing what else to say.

Hermione looked more closely at the large bouquet that Narcissa was planning on sending to Lucius, it was made up of three different varieties of flowers. One large white gladiolus was the centrepiece, Hermione wasn’t familiar with the language of flowers but she thought about what it could symbolise.

The word ‘gladiolus’ was derived from the latin word gladius which meant ‘sword’ and the flower was also sometimes called the ‘sword lily’, she thought that perhaps in this circumstance the flower could be a symbol for some kind of pain.

Also in the arrangement were white daffodils, and in contrast with the two white flower varieties were a few sprigs of deep purple deadly nightshade. Daffodils were in the genus Narcissus, Hermione remembered, which she guessed meant something to do with selfishness or self love, and the deadly nightshade must have something to do with deception she theorised.

Narcissa noticed her looking at the bouquet so thoughtfully and confirmed her thoughts on the meanings. The message the bouquet symbolised was, ‘You love none, save yourself. Your actions have wounded me; I can no longer trust you.’

She didn’t attach a note to the flowers; Lucius would know immediately who they were from, so there was no need.

Once they were sent, Hermione told Narcissa about the dinner party and asked if she would like to join them; Narcissa politely declined the offer, stating that she would be busy that evening.

Narcissa left for a breakfast meeting and Hermione made a pot of tea and arranged it on a tray with two cups, which she carried carefully into her bedroom.

Draco awoke when he heard cups rattling and opened his eyes a crack to see Hermione coming in with tea. She carefully placed the tray on their bedside table and shed her dressing gown to climb back into bed; Draco stared at her naked form for a moment as she pulled the covers back and before she could hop in he had grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.

Hermione squealed; she hadn’t realised that Draco was awake yet. Before she could say anything his lips were on her neck, and all thought flew from her mind. Her back was pressed against his chest, and she could feel his arousal pressed against her back.

“Good morning” Mumbled Draco, his mouth brushing right below her ear; his voice rough from sleep and the vibrations against her skin caused Hermione to shiver against him.

The tea was quickly forgotten in a haze of early morning lust, which left them both sticky and breathless.

After they had showered, together, and then eventually gotten dressed; Hermione made fresh tea, they ate breakfast at the dining table and Hermione told Draco about her conversation with Narcissa that morning.

Later that day, Draco was visiting Blaise again, and Hermione was thinking about what to cook for the dinner party later in the week. She realised that she and Draco would have to have their own list of possible names for their daughter. She groaned out loud as she remembered Draco’s previous ideas.

Hermione had suggested that they write lists as they thought of names, but she had completely forgotten about it, and suspected that Draco probably had as well. She found the two pieces of parchment that she had recorded the ones they had thought up the day they had been discussing names, and decided to scrap both lists, none of them were at all right.

She brought the topic up with Draco when he got home and after several hours of arguments they managed to come up with a list of names that they both thought were reasonable.

***Three days later***

It was the day of the dinner party; Hermione had had a routine check up the day before and had been reassured that the pregnancy was moving along smoothly. She had a new picture of their tiny, fully formed daughter to show everyone when they arrived.

Hermione and Draco were expecting, Ron, Harry, Fred, George, Pansy and Blaise, as well as Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. It was just as well that Hermione’s parents couldn’t make it tonight – they weren’t returning from their holiday until next week - as they already needed to magically enlarge their dining table to fit everyone in.

Narcissa had offered to get the Malfoy house elves to do the cooking, and as Hermione was rather daunted at the prospect of cooking for ten people, she grudgingly accepted the assistance of one house elf to help her prepare the meal.

Finally it was almost time for the guests to arrive, and Hermione couldn’t remember why she wanted to have the dinner party in the first place, it was bound to be a disaster she thought to herself nervously as the fire turned emerald and the first of the guests stepped into their home.

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yay, another chapter!! .. Hope you enjoyed it!! Unfortunately I have lost the notebook that I wrote down the timeline, plot outline and all the lists of names in!! ... So I will have to either find the book, or re-find all the names/substitute names for the next chapter! which is very annoying as I had such great lists!! :o( hopefully I will find the book, but I'm just letting you know because the next chapter might take a bit longer to upload because of it!! I love getting reviews, so don't be shy!! :o) Casey xoxox
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