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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70649 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Jean Granger had burst into tears when she saw her pregnant daughter. Her father was more stoic, but accepting of the circumstances all the same. These things happened, he reasoned, and there was no use in making his daughter’s life harder than it was going to become in the next few months.

“How have you been feeling, sweetheart?” Jean asked, rubbing circles on Hermione’s back.

“Okay, Mum. I’m just glad to be done with school for a while. I was really exhausted at the end of the semester.”

“Oh, honey, we would have gone and helped if you’d asked.”

“There was nothing you could have helped with, Mum. I used a few spells and charms to pack up and the Portkey had me home in minutes. The final essays and tests were massive, though.”

“Draco came and saw us,” Richard told his daughter.

“He did?”

“You had told him about telling us about the baby, so he wanted us to know he would take responsibility. We don’t blame him for the pregnancy, Hermione. Your mother and I took the opportunity to get to know him. He has a lot on his plate. He’s had to grow up quickly over the past few months.”

“He has,” Hermione murmured.

“How’s his father?” Jean asked.

“They’ve decided to stop chemotherapy.”

“That’s such a hard decision to make,” Hermione’s mother said, shaking her head and looking sympathetically at Hermione.

“Their family healer thinks Lucius gained some time with the treatments, but they weren’t helping him as much as they’d hoped.”

“Please offer the Malfoys our assistance if they need it,” Richard said.

“Thanks, Dad. I’m going over for dinner tonight and I’ll find out more then. I’m going to go up to my room and have a short kip.”

“Okay, love,” Jean said to her daughter, studying her rounded abdomen.

“I’m going to be fine, Mum,” Hermione said, gently kissing her mother’s cheek.

“I know. It’s just a lot to take in. Go get some rest. We’ll have time to talk over the holidays.”

Draco and Hermione walked to the greenhouse after dinner with his parents. Lucius and Narcissa had been oddly sweet to her, inquiring about her health, her semester abroad and her plans for the next few months.

Hermione had been saddened by Mr. Malfoy’s condition. She had always thought he was such a robust man, but he was thin and his blond mane had been sacrificed to the radiation. Hermione felt a pang of guilt at lashing out at Draco when he had come to see her at the college. She had known his father was ill, but she had thought Draco was using it as an excuse to avoid her. In fact, his father needed more support than his mother could provide on her own. The house-elves could help to some degree, but the remainder of the burden had fallen to Draco.

Mrs. Malfoy had pulled her aside and asked about the gender of the baby. Hermione had told her it was still too early to tell, but she would let them know as soon as possible. Much to Hermione’s surprise, Mrs. Malfoy asked it she might lay a blessing on the developing baby. Hermione mutely nodded, allowing Draco’s mother to whisper words of encouragement and love to her burgeoning belly.

Draco draped his arm around Hermione as they walked on the darkened grounds. It was a cold but clear night on the country estate.

“You went to see my parents,” Hermione stated, hoping Draco would give her more information than her evasive parents had.

“I did. You were so angry at me when I last saw you I thought they might get the impression that I didn’t support you.”

“I didn’t say anything about your commitment to me or the baby, but they offered to let me live with them and I told them I would.”

“You don’t want to live in the main house with my parents, do you?” Draco carefully asked. He didn’t want to push her away, but he didn’t want her living with her parents when she should be with him.

Draco opened the door to the greenhouse and they were met with warm, humid air. They took off their coats and continued to walk amongst the fragrant plants.

“It’s more than living with your parents, Malfoy. Your family is going through so much with your father and I’m not sure if I’m meant to be a witness to his hardships or your mother’s grief. Aside from the fact that I like my privacy and I’d prefer to live in a cozier space. There’s something else that bothers me, but I don’t think now is the time to discuss it.”

“I can understand your first two points, but you can’t tell me there’s something else and not tell me what it is, Granger! Is it something I can do something about?”

Hermione picked a sprig of lavender and inhaled the calming smell. Draco took the flowers out of her hand and placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to pay attention to him.

“No, Malfoy. Just trust me when I say that it’s better for me to live with my parents until we figure out what we’re doing as a couple.”

Realization dawned on Draco like a punch to his stomach. She didn’t want to move in together until they were married. He wanted to marry her, but so much had been happening in his life he’d put that idea on the back burner. However, now that he understood what was holding her back, he could propose and they could be under the same roof sooner rather than later.

“There are cottages on the property. We wouldn’t have to live in the manor. Each house is actually quite spacious. And has its own library,” Draco said, hoping to entice her.

“I know what you’re doing,” Hermione said, walking towards a profusely blooming jasmine vine.

“We can look at one of the cottages, so you can get an idea of where we could live.”

Yeah, right. No pressure. Ha!

“I’ll think about it.”

Narcissa sat on the edge of the bed after helping her husband get under the covers.

“I know the circumstances aren’t the best, but I’m looking forward to being a grandmother.”

Lucius took her smooth, soft hand in his. “Miss Granger had the marking on her wrist that signifies a Malfoy baby.”

“I noticed it, too. I believe the baby will be a girl.”

“No, Cissa, Malfoys always have boys first. The child will be a boy.”

“When she allowed me to lay a blessing on the baby, I touched her stomach and my witch’s senses told me the baby would be a girl. Perhaps her fresh blood will change the way the Malfoy family has been dwindling.”

“Her blood may not be pure, but it’s potent none the less,” Lucius noted, stifling a yawn.

“When she agrees to an engagement, we need to run a notice in The Prophet. It will make her introduction into society smoother if we show we support their union.”

“Umhmm,” Lucius said, his eyes closing.

Narcissa kissed his brow and turned off the lamp, quietly leaving the bedroom.

Despite her initial wishes to avoid the topic of living together, Draco had convinced Hermione to inspect one of the cottages. He Apparated them to a charming two story stone cottage. The wooden door was painted dark green and opened when Draco touched his wand to the brass door knob.

The “cottage” was easily as big as her parents’ house. It was furnished with what Hermione could only describe as antiques, although she guessed the house hadn’t been used since the furniture was in style many, many years before.

“When was the last time someone lived here?” Hermione asked.

Draco chuckled. “I believe a third son and his family lived in this house, maybe three hundred years ago?”

Hermione walked through the home, stopping at the master bedroom. The cottage had been under a Stasis charm, so it was dust-free and pristine. The quilt on the large bed was an intricate Fractal spiral in shades of white, crème, and yellow.

“This is gorgeous, Draco,” Hermione breathed, fingering the quilt as she walked around the bed.

He had suspected she’d like this home. The last Malfoy family that had lived in the cottage was an erudite bunch. Helene Malfoy, who had married into the family, was a renowned author and potions mistress. The library was packed with books covering a range of academic subjects. And unlike his own forefathers, these Malfoys eschewed the Dark Arts.

Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Hermione examine the space when she walked over and stood in front of him. He looked up at her and put his hands on her hips.

“Beenie would want to live with us,” Draco said, smiling.

“I figured. You treat her well and she’s happy to work for you. Did you know she sneaks any pay you give her back into your pockets?”

“Does she really?”

Hermione nodded. Draco began kneading her lower back. Hermione settled herself on his lap while he continued to massage her back with one hand. His other hand rested on her small bump.

“I missed you,” she whispered into his silky hair, inhaling his familiar shampoo. Hermione kissed his temple before delicately licking the shell of his ear and nipping his earlobe.

Draco turned his head and found her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands found her breasts, fuller with pregnancy. Hermione moaned into his mouth.

“I’ve been having the most explicit dreams,” Hermione whispered.

“Really? Pregnancy hormones?” he asked.

“Oh my God, it must be. And I had no privacy at school, so I couldn’t even do anything to, um, relieve the stress.”

Draco chuckled, while continuing his exploration of her breasts, his fingers toying with her hard nipples through her dress.

“What do you want, love?” he asked.

“I need you, Draco,” Hermione said breathily, her hands unbuttoning his shirt.

He didn’t need any further encouragement. Draco pulled one of Hermione’s legs over his so she was straddling him. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and splayed her hands over his lightly muscled chest, her nails dragging over his nipples. He hissed and bucked his hips against her warm core. Her hips rocked against his hard cock trying to get some relief.

“Why are you wearing so much fabric?” Draco asked, trying to take off her dress unsuccessfully.

Hermione stood and began to remove her clothes. Draco pushed back onto the large bed, sitting against the headboard. When Hermione noticed Draco watching her undress, she tried to hurry but he stopped her.

“Let me look at you,” he instructed her. “Your body is incredible.”

“I’ve spent the last few months trying not to look pregnant.” She let her dress drop to the floor and pulled her tights off, then stood and let Draco take his fill.

“I want everyone to know you’re carrying my child.”

Merlin, she was glorious! Her skin glowed in the firelight and he took in her subtle new curves.

“Take off your bra and knickers, sweet.”

He began to remove his clothes as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Fuck, Granger, your tits have never looked better,” Draco said as he kicked off his pants and boxers.

Her nipples were larger and puckered in the cool room.

As she pulled off her knickers, she looked up to find Draco lightly stroking his large, erect member. Looking at her like he was about to eat her up, he licked his lips and crooked his finger at her. Hermione crawled onto the bed and straddled his legs, her hands taking over stroking his cock. He could feel the wetness between her legs rubbing on his thighs. She leaned over his straining cock, slick with pre-cum and licked the head.

“I won’t last if you do that, Granger,” he rasped out.

“But you’ll last longer when you’re fucking me if you let me take the edge off. I know it’s been a while.”

“Too long, Granger, too bloody long.” His eyes were glassy with arousal.

“I know, but I’m ready now. Things are different.”

Full lips enclosed his penis, her tongue slowly massaging his broad tip. She relaxed her throat and took him into her, sucking and licking along his shaft.

Draco watched her bob up and down as she kneeled before him. Her hand rolled his bollocks and traveled down to gently press against his asshole, a sensation he had never experienced. All of a sudden his orgasm roared and he began thrusting.

“Fuck!” he groaned, spurting into her mouth. He felt her throat swallowing his cum while she continued to suckle him.

“That was very naughty, Granger,” he said when she made eye contact with him after letting him out of her mouth. “Get on all fours. I owe you a spanking.”

She looked at him skeptically, but got on her hands and knees.

“Spread your legs a bit, love. Let me look at you,” he said, caressing her backside and admiring her glistening cunt. Very lightly, he slid his finger along her slit. When she began to rock her hips toward him, he slapped her arse.

“Oh!” Hermione gasped, her head snapping back to look at him. He smirked at her and slapped her again.

Draco watched her blush scarlet and her eyes glistened. She took a deep breath and let her head hang.

“I never want you to keep yourself from me again. I’ve been patient with you, Granger.”

One finger gently found its way into her channel. Her hips rocked back and Draco obliged her, adding a second finger.

“Ooh, yes,” she moaned.

Suddenly his fingers slipped from her. “Say what I want to hear, Granger. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

“What?” Hermione asked breathily.

A stinging slap to her buttocks had her gasping. Draco positioned himself behind her, his cock teasing her as his hand caressed her rosy bottom.

“Malfoy,” she whimpered, letting her head fall to the pillow giving Draco a full view of her engorged pussy.

“Granger,” he said mockingly.

He saw her hand began to snake towards her clit and pushed it away. He covered her body with his and whispered in her ear.

“You’re mine, Granger. Just admit it, love.”

“I’m yours, Malfoy,” she whispered back. “I’m yours. I’ve only ever wanted you.”

Positioning his cock, he pushed into her desperate body.

“Yes,” she hissed, relief coursing through her body. Draco knew how to take her to the edge in the most exquisite way.

He let himself relish the sensations of her lush, pregnant body. Her hips bounced wildly against him as he thrust into her. She began to rub at her clit while his hands kneaded her arse.

“Fuck, Granger, I’m going to come,” he groaned.

Hermione’s hand worked furiously against her little bud and she felt his thrusts begin to stutter.

“I’m close,” she whined.

Draco curved his hand over her breast and pinched her nipple. It was just the sensation she needed to trigger her own orgasm. She stiffened and cried out as the walls of her sheath pulsed around him. He let himself go, moaning loudly into her ear. Hermione let her body fall to the mattress and Draco followed, pulling her into him.

“I love you,” he said quietly. It was the first time he had said it so plainly. His fingers traced over her belly.

“I love you, too,” she whispered back, nestling her body against his. “I do like this cottage.”

He chuckled. “I knew you would. We’re about two kilometers from the manor.”

“When did you want me to see your family healer? I have an appointment scheduled with a healer at St. Mungo’s next Wednesday.”

“You don’t need to. We can call on him if there’s an emergency.”

“Don’t you want to confirm the paternity? At least for your parents?”

He picked up her wrist and pointed to a set of freckles that had developed. She had assumed they developed due to hormones, like the dark line that appeared under her navel.

“When a woman is pregnant with Malfoy offspring, she develops this marking. Can you tell it’s the faint outline of an ouroboros? It will get stronger as the pregnancy progresses, then fade after the child is born.”

Hermione twisted her body to face Draco. “What kind of magic is that?”

“I’m not sure exactly. I know it’s not Dark Magic, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She looked relieved. “Okay. I’ll have to learn more about it.”

“There’s probably something in the manor library. We can go back and look if you’d like.” He didn’t want her to worry.

“Some other day. I should get back to my parents’ house.” It was torture to get out of this bed. She was so content.

“Okay, Granger. Let’s get you back.”

Both reluctantly left the warmth and comfort of the cottage with thoughts of love, sick fathers, marriage and change weighing on their minds.
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