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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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There are a few lemons and limes in this chapter for those who may or may not like them. I just thought I’d warn you!
Blinded Chapter 27
“I don’t want to go to bed.” Scorpius said in a tired voice. “I never get to stay up with you and have fun.” He stomped his foot and folded his arms and glared at both Draco and Hermione.

“Son, we are also getting ready to go to bed, just like you.” Draco tried to reason with the strong-headed toddler.

“The only difference is that we are planning on having fun when we go to bed.” Hermione whispered in Draco’s ear while her hands ran down his back and pinched him on his behind.

“You’re not helping,” he whispered back to her as he clenched his teeth while trying not to react to her touch.

Scorp’s anger soon turned to tears as he flopped down and started to beat his hands against the wood floor. “You’re not fair!”

Hermione stood there watching Draco to see what his next move would be. “This is your territory Papa. I’m baffled on how to handle this one.” She put her hands in the air and walked down the hallway and leaned against the wall.

“Thanks for the support,” Draco said as he scooped the crying boy off the floor. He looked his son in the eyes and said very firmly, “Stop crying now or there will be no stories tonight. It is straight to bed and lights out.”

“No, no, Papa! I want a story!” Scorpius shouted out. “Herminee help me!”

Hermione’s head came up and she looked at father and son. The elder Malfoy had a red face and looked as stern as she had ever seen him when dealing with Scorpius. The younger Malfoy, tear-streaked face and arms reaching out almost scared her. She didn’t want to be in the middle of this disagreement. But, this was something that they hadn’t talked about yet. This was something that had never been breached yet in their relationship with their soon to be family. Where was her place when it came to making decisions concerning Scorpius? If she was going to be Scorp’s mum, did she have a say in disciplining him? Would Draco welcome her interference or would he want her to stay out of it and let him be the authoritarian figure?

Biting at her lip, she looked at both of the faces she'd grown to love. One looked so distressed, while the other looked on at her with encouragement and love. He was helping her make this decision easier. His eyes spoke volumes right now and she knew what she needed to do to make the right start in parenting this boy.

“Scorpius, you heard your Papa. Either you stop crying and then get a bedtime story or keep crying and go to bed with no story.” Scorpius’s eyes grew large as he listened to her and sniffled, wiping his eyes.

"You are both so mean. I can't stop crying," Scorpius kept screaming and was so upset his whole body was shaking. "Stories...I want stories."

"You're not making a good choice.” Draco looked back at Hermione looking almost as stressed as his son. "It is straight to bed for you and no stories tonight. I am done!"

They started walking down the hallway towards Scorp’s room, Draco turned back towards her, “Are you coming?” He looked at her and she came scurrying along glad the crisis was over for the moment and happy that she'd come through her first hurdle as a parent without any injuries.
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They grabbed hands and tiptoed quietly out of the room. They didn’t want to wake up the boy who'd cried himself to sleep.

Finally, they’d have some time alone. The quick glances they gave each other as they walked into the bedroom and shut the door excited them both. Draco was going to make sure that Hermione paid up on her promise of giving him some much-needed attention. It always seemed like “things” happened to stop them. It wasn’t always the big things like Hermione being hurt and in the hospital, but most often it was the tiny things; Scorpius had a bad dream or needed a glass of water, one of them were sick or too tired from working all week, or a petty argument ruined the mood. It was funny how life tried so hard to keep them from being alone and together.

Draco wasn’t going to have any of the interruptions tonight. He sealed off Hermione’s townhouse so no owls from work could get through until morning. Harry would have to deal with things on his own without bothering Hermione. He didn’t have to worry about Scorp tonight because he’d secretly left one of his house-elves in the room to watch over the boy. He didn’t want to tell Hermione about it or she’d go full-blown on her lecture about abusing house-elves and that in itself would ruin the mood.

Draco reached up to pull Hermione down onto the bed with him. His eyes trailed down the length of her body, from her pert breasts to the sway of her curvaceous hips. His hands followed the path his eyes had just taken. The gentle smile she gave him turned his body harder than any piece of bare skin could.

“I’ve missed being with you.” Draco’s fingers trailed up and down her thigh. His touch tickled her skin as he found the clasp on her skirt and unhooked it sliding it off her. The light pink, lacy knickers clung to her body, barely hiding the things he wanted to touch the most.

“At night, all I could think about was you and how I missed your touch,” her words moving him forward to unbutton the silky blouse covering more of her than he wanted. He wasn’t surprised at all to see the matching pink, lacy bra covering her full mounds. As she leaned forward to capture his lips with her own, she almost spilled out of the verily there lingerie.

“I think you have too much on, Mr. Malfoy.” Draco let her unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders. She began to kiss down his chest, her tongue made a pathway down from his belly button to the waistband of his trousers. He hissed with pleasure feeling the wetness against his skin. The sound of his zipper sliding down, along with her fingers trailing along the front of him, sent chills down his spine.

His tented boxers were the only thing left on him as his trousers went falling to the floor.

“I need you.” His voice whispered into her ear as his warm breath blew across her cheek.

“I want you.” His lips kissed along the side of her neck and across her collarbone.

“You are my life now. I couldn’t go on without you.” His lips now found the valley between her breasts, pressing softly from one side over to the next. With a few quick movements, he slid the straps off her shoulders pulling the lacy bra down to expose her full breasts and erect nipples to him. The little buds tempted him so that he had to clasp one in his mouth, nibbling it softly between his teeth. The moan coming from his love only made him suck even harder, and then he moved over to give the other breast the same attention.

“Oh Gods that feels…so…good,” her voice managed to wrench out, as his hands followed the curves of her hips to slide her knickers off. He smiled as he saw her throw her head back, eyes closed as the cool night air hit her bare skin.

His large hand moved to her center, finding the tiny bud that swelled under his touch. His fingers slid down to her center, dipping in and pulling her moisture up to her clit.

Draco loved feeling powerful at his job, but the kind of power he had to make her body moan with pleasure was the greatest feeling of all. With impatience, he pulled off his boxers ready to fully make love to Hermione. With one thrust he slid into her as they both groaned at the action. There was nothing better than getting lost in each other. He almost wished she’d open her eyes and look at him as he continued to thrust into her. He wanted her to see all of the love and desire that would show on his face.

The scream from the other bedroom startled them both back into reality as Hermione’s eyes opened and they broke apart.

“Master Draco,” the Malfoy house-elf popped into his bedroom with Scorpius in his arms who was still screaming and jumping around in the poor servant’s arms.

“Papa! The bad man was there. He tried to hurt me again.” Scorpius wiggled around and kicked his legs out at the tiny elf that was almost the same size as him.

“Fuck!” Draco jumped from the bed with his wand in his hand running into the boy’s bedroom.

Scorpius with his feet finally on the floor jumped into the bed and snuggled into Hermione’s arms. The little boy pressed up against her crying inconsolably.

Draco came running back into their bedroom. “No one was still there by the time I went in. Thank the Gods Mipsy was in there with him.” He still gripped his wand tightly in his right hand and his left hand dragged through his now mussed up hair.

“I need to go floo call Potter and let him know.” Draco started to go into the front room until he heard Scorpius’s tiny voice.

“Papa, where are your clothes? Were you and Herminee getting ready to take a bath?” Scorp looked at his father standing totally nude by the bed, and then he looked up at Hermione who quickly pulled the sheet up to her neck.

“Oh dear God Draco, we’ve ruined your son,” Hermione’s cheeks blushed red as she sat perplexed at how to answer the boy.

Scorpius’s next words only made things worse as he pointed to Draco’s still semi-erect cock, “Papa! Yours is really big!”

Scorp pulled his pajama bottoms down and looked at his own penis. “Will mine be really big like that when I get bigger?”

Hermione lost it then and snorted with uncontrolled, nervous laughter especially when she saw the baffled look on Draco’s face. “Umm, well you see…” All that he could come up with at the moment was a bit of stammering and the urge to cover himself up.

“How about you get a robe on before you go call Harry. We can talk about the birds and the bees some other time with Scorpius.” She couldn’t help but wink at Draco who nodded his head and walked into the bathroom muttering something about, “I didn’t think I’d have to have this talk with him until many years from now.”

Draco came rushing out now covered up in his robe. “I’ll be back. After Harry gets here I‘m going to have to perform Legilimency on Scorp and maybe the elf to see who exactly was in his room. I don’t want to, but I’ll be gentle.”

It worried him immensely that whoever had been in that room had broken through the incredibly strong and varied wards that he and Hermione had placed on the whole house. After this, there would be no choice except for them to move back to Malfoy Manor and erect new blood wards, and possibly use The Fidelius Charm to protect his family.
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After Draco went into the front room, Scorpius eyed Hermione and then poked her protruding nipples that showed through the sheets. “What are those?”

Hermione was horrified at his question. She needed Ginny here to help her know how to navigate these unknown waters. Scorp sat there staring at her, his eyes so innocent, but still full of wonderment.

“Scorpius, it’s not nice to poke people like that.” Hermione could feel the flush on her cheeks. For the witch who knew how to deal with almost anything, this was something that she'd never had to deal with before.
Hermione felt so stupid answering him that way, but with everything that had happened this night, she was amazed she could even come up with that. It had to have been one of the MacAteers coming to exact revenge for the recent death of their family member. The awful feeling of not being safe anywhere crept into her stomach and coiled there like a lead brick. She felt like she wanted to vomit. This was not the way she wanted to live her life always wondering when the MacAteers would be showing up next.

Draco came back in the room looking just as stressed as he'd before he’d left. “Potter’s in the front room. Get dressed and then we can talk.”

He bent down and lifted Scorpius in his arms, “Come on mate. We’re going to do something different, but I promise you it won’t hurt.”

“Whatcha going to do Papa?” Scorpius laid his head on Draco’s shoulder. His hand reached out to play with the back of his father’s hair.

Hermione’s heart broke for this little boy. It wasn’t fair that he’d been through so much in his short, little life. Would he ever get the chance for a normal life? She knew the answer before she’d even thought about the question; until the MacAteers were all in prison, none of their lives would be able to return to normalcy.
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Draco watched Hermione walk into the room, trying to brush down her out of control Yes-I-Was-Having-Sex-Hair. If the situation hadn’t been so serious he might have cracked a smile. She glanced around the room nervously as she came in and sat down on the sofa by him.

“Hey Hermione,” Harry said to her.

“Hi Harry,” she replied back with a quiet voice.

“So Malfoy, are you ready to ah…check Scorpius?” Harry cringed even when he was even referring to someone using Legilimency. Draco looked puzzled by his reaction.

“Yes, let’s start. Will you hold him for me?” He looked over at Hermione with concern.

“Come here little man," Hermione opened her arms wide and tried to smile warmly. "Your daddy has a special way that he’s going to be able to look in your mind and see what the bad man looked like that was in your room.”

“How’s he going to do that?” Scorpius asked looking up with big eyes at his father and then back at Hermione. “Do I have a hole in my head?”

Harry snorted nearby, “I do know someone who does.” Hermione tried not to laugh at Harry’s words while Draco looked at the two friends who seemed to be sharing a secret.

Hermione whispered to him, “Um, George Weasley has a hole in his head. Snape cursed him and he lost his ear during the war.”

Draco had never heard the story behind George Weasley’s one ear appearance, but he had noticed.

“I’ll tell you about it later.” Hermione smiled at him.

“Scorp you don’t have a hole in your head, but I have a special way of looking at your memories so I can see what you’ve seen.”

Scorpius’s mouth opened and he gasped, “That is really weird Papa.”

Harry tried not to laugh while he ran his fingers through his hair not wanting to distract Draco and Scorpius.

“You have to hold really still and just look in my eyes,” Draco told him.

“Why?” Scorpius asked.

“So it doesn’t hurt when I look through your mind.” Draco hoped that Scorp would understand even a little of this because he wasn’t thrilled he had to do this to his son at all.

“I don’t want to hurt,” Scorpius said as he bounced on Hermione’s lap.

“Do you remember how we used to play the staring game? Well, that’s what we’re going to do again.”

“You play the staring game with your almost-three-year-old?” Harry asked skeptically.

“Just because your kids can’t hold still longer than a few seconds doesn’t mean my son has the same problem. Malfoy children are always taught at a young age how to control themselves in any situation.” Draco couldn’t help brag to Harry.

“Heaven forbid my little half-blood children be compared to your precious pureblood son.” Harry spat out.

“For Merlin’s sake! You two need to focus on what’s important right now and leave your little petty childhood dispute for another day.” Hermione glared at both grown men like they were three-year-olds.

“You’re right,” said Draco.

“Sorry Hermione,” Harry said with downcast eyes.

Draco reached out to turn Scorpius’s chin toward his face. “Remember Scorp, relax and just keep looking at me.” He picked up his wand and softly whispered, “Legilimens”.

Amazingly Scorpius held so still that anyone watching would have thought the poor child was frozen in place. Draco knew how his son thought and how he always was very interested in any kind of magic. He'd been the same way when he was a small child.

There were many happy memories in his mind, but then the darker images showed up in his mind. Being so young, Scorpius had no way of knowing how to occlude his mind. Draco tried to ignore the aching in his heart as the reality of everything his young son had already been through in his life. Shaking his head to clear his own thoughts he continued to search Scorpius’s mind…

Scorpius hadn’t wanted to go to sleep. He'd pretended to fall asleep so they would go away. He was still mad at his Papa that he wouldn’t let him stay up and read stories. Didn’t he know that it was his favorite thing to do with him and Herminee? Sometimes his Papa was really mean. He crossed his arms as he frowned at how it wasn’t fair he was sitting here in bed while Papa and Herminee were doing something fun.

Scorpius lay silently in the dark staring around. He didn’t like the dark and Papa had forgotten to turn his dragon night orb on. The door opened and Scorpius became excited thinking that Papa had come to get him and bring him to their room. His heart beat faster until he looked up and saw it was one of the Malfoy elves wearing a clean sheet with the large, green “M” embroidered onto the front.

“Why are you here?” Scorpius asked as he squinted in the dark. “I thought you were Papa.”

“Sorry Master Scorpius. Your Father wants me here to watch over you.” The house-elf jumped up into the rocking chair and stared across the room at the boy.

Scorpius gave a big sigh. He didn’t mind the house-elves, but he didn’t want to be with one now. They didn’t like to play with him either when he was bored. That’s why he liked going to Potter’s house. The boys there were fun and liked to do the same things he did. Now his stomach started to rumble. He was hungry. But if he tried to get out of bed right now he would be in trouble. Maybe he could tell the elf to go get him some food. Papa said that the house-elves were there to serve the Malfoy family whenever they needed something. Well, he needed food and a glass of milk right now.

“Mipsy, I’m hungry and need food. Right now.” Scorpius ordered the elf with imitation of a grown-up voice.

“Mipsy is sorry Master Scorpius, but Master Draco ordered me not to leave your room unless there was an emergency.”

Scorpius’s anger inside was growing wild again. He glared at the house-elf. They weren’t supposed to say no to a Malfoy. He would make him obey him.

“I want food now!” Scorpius jumped out of bed, and he stood by the rocking chair with his hands on his hips like he’d seen the Potter lady do when she was mad at her sons or Potter.

“Mipsy obeys orders from Master Draco first before Master Scorpius, “ the tiny house elf’s ears twitched nervously as he sat there with his hands intertwined.

Before Scorpius could say another word he heard a loud pop and a man grabbed him from behind and put something cold at his neck.

“Lookee here, I’ve found an old friend,” the deep, cold voice said.

Scorpius could see the frightened look on the face of Mipsy.

“I should slice your neck right now and leave a mess of you like the Granger woman left of my cousin,” the man growled out.

Scorpius twisted his neck a little to look up at the man and gasped. It was one of the bad guys that had killed his mum and taken him away from his Papa. He wanted to hurt him again like he and the other bad man had before. His heart beat so fast and he wanted his Papa.

Mipsy jumped out of the chair, “You will not hurt Master Scorpius,” his hand came out shooting a spell towards the man which blew him backward, the knife falling out of his hand. Scorpius gave a loud scream and Mipsy scooped him up in his arms and apparated away.

Draco fell back on the floor as he withdrew from his son’s mind. Scorpius trembled in front of him as he’d just relived the whole encounter again

“It was him Hermione, Connall MacAteer. He had a knife at Scorp’s throat. He came for revenge for his cousin that was killed at the ministry.”

“The biggest question is how he got into Hermione’s townhome?” Harry said behind him. “You had enough wards up to stop even our old nemesis Voldemort.” They all cringed a bit thinking about the long-dead wizard.

“The even bigger question is how are we going to stop this from happening again?” Hermione hugged Scorpius to her even tighter as she stroked the boy’s silky curls. No one would be getting any sleep tonight.
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So Connall MacAteer is back! What are they going to do? Does anyone have ideas about how he was able to apparate into Scorpius’s bedroom with all of the many wards in place? I know, but it will be interesting if any of you figure out my reason/s for how it happened. Thanks again for continuing to read and support this story. All reviews are always happily received. Until next time!
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