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A House Divided	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A Year Later…

“He’s perfect, Hermione.”
“Not surprised you think so, Malfoy. He could be your twin,” Hermione chuckled in fatigue.

“I beg to differ. Find a Malfoy portrait with this damnable nest of curls. That could only be the ‘Granger’ effect”

The evidence of Hermione’s labor and giving birth had been efficiently vanished from their suite of rooms by the mid-witch. The exhausted mother lay in their bed at Malfoy Manor propped up on pillows. Poppet — Draco’s personal house elf since his own birth — fussed over her, holding a tumbler of juice for her mistress and hand-feeding Hermione small bits of fruit and broth after her ordeal. Hermione had insisted Poppet be the first to hold Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy after his birth in thanks for the countless ways the caring little elf had made her pregnancy easier.

“Marry me, please.” It wasn’t spoken as a request.
“You are so predictable. And my answer is still ‘NO’.”

“You’re being stubborn, Gryffindor.”

“And you’re being sentimental. I’m not marrying you because we have a child, Draco.”

“I asked you before we had a child and your answer was the same.”

“I’m exhausted — here, let me have him.” she directed the besotted father, ducking his question entirely.

The baby had begun to fuss in hunger. Effective as usual, Hermione dropped the shoulder of her gown to expose her breast and nestled the rooting baby against her nipple until he got a clue. Thanks to Draco’s oral obsession with her expanding nipples during her pregnancy, the toughened flesh withstood the slight clamping and sucking with no discomfort.

“Hey, Scorp! Don’t be greedy — save some for daddy.”

Three Months After That…

“I’ve left breast milk in the cooler and there are three bottle warmers in his trunk; they’re set to the temperature he prefers.”
“Hermione, sweetheart, I have taken care of a baby before,” her mother, Jeanie Granger, teased.

Six weeks ago Draco entered the Manor after work to find Hermione asleep in a heap on floor and Scorpius dangling precariously from her arm and raising an ungodly racket. Draco removed his son from her before shaking her awake:

“Hermione. Hermione!”

“I’m awake! Where’s the baby!? WHO TOOK MY —”

“He’s right here. You simply must get more sleep. You’re a walking inferi!”

“I am NOT!”

“Let Poppet help you.”

“I’m his mother! I will NOT misuse Poppet to avoid my responsibility.”

Having locked horns with his lover almost every single day since their assignment as Head Boy and Girl, Draco went Slytherin on her.

It took a few diversions and some outright lies but in the end he and Poppet shifted two of the night feedings and the lunch feeding to bottled breast milk. Draco handled all of the nappy changes after work, of which there were many. Scorpius ate like Ron Weasley (fortunately he didn’t look like the ginger git). Six weeks with real rest had Hermione almost back to her pre-pregnancy combativeness.

Three months postpartum, Hermione (at Draco’s insistence) gave her mother and father the last of her LONG list of instructions before leaving her son for the first time. Draco apparated them to the Malfoy “cottage” on Crete for the weekend.

Less than five seconds after apparating they tore at each other.

“What —” *kiss* “did the —” *lip suck* “healer say?”
“All” *groan* “clear…” *sigh* “Oh, Dragon…” *groan*

Draco danced them to the bed-sized divan in the enclosed porch and tumbled her backwards with a push and a spell to ensure he landed in his favorite operational position.

Something murmured from his lips — around the tongue he tried to touch her tonsils with — vanished their clothing. The musk wafting up from her golden triangle had him as stiff as a locker room of Puddlemere United Quidditch players at a no-rules strip club. To get some control back, Draco kissed his way down to her breast, suckling as he had before she gave birth.

“Merlin! That feels so good, Dragon…”
“Tastes good, too.” he snickered at his first real mouthful of breast milk. Afraid he’d steal from his own son, Hermione’d slapped him every time he’d attempted to retrieve a sample for himself.

“So sweet. I may just keep you pregnant to have this with my tea every day.”

“You are a true arse, Mal— Unhhh!”

“You are drenched. This is going to happen fast, Princess. Can’t wait.” he spoke into her other breast. The hand he drew back from her nether region came covered in her lubrication. He paused long enough to lick it from his fingers; it tasted sweeter than the breast milk.

Lifting his hips he set himself at her opening intending to plunge in and ride them both to a volcanic explosion. Instead he sank into her in agonizing ecstasy, one torturous fraction of an inch at a time.

“You’re tighter than when I took your maidenhead!” he complained, loving the pleasure-pain of getting himself to the bottom of her well of sensation. Nothing about her felt like a ten-pound infant had fought his way out of that opening twelve weeks ago.

For her part, Hermione moaned. No doubt they needed this. SHE needed this. The long dry spell provoked more bickering between them while their newborn adjusted household behaviours to suit himself.

“Dragon… The charm…”
“Handle it, witch! Trying not to come…”

His mouth landed hard over hers in an attempt to distract himself from the pressure building in his sac. If she said anything, he’d missed it in his concentration on pleasuring her before he lost control.

He finally landed in her completely, panting and still struggling not to spill like a teenager. His first thrusts merely pushed the uncircumcised head of him into her ripe cervix; short, propulsive pokes designed to remind them both of why they worked so well together. Not many minutes later found him riding her like a wild steer, leaving her completely to piston his engorged length into her until he once again hammered himself into the mouth of her womb.

“Come with me, Lioness. I’m almost —”

As always, his lover cut him off to make her own statement —

“Merlin’s balls! What the…!? Coming-Coming-COMING! DRACOOOOO!!”
“FUCK!” he sent back in counterpoint.

Every contraction of her muscles around him emptied his swollen sac of four months of stored seed.

AN: 1Mar16 - The upgrades and updates to this site have played havoc with my stories and with my stats. A significant number of errors and changes - not initiated by me - have occurred and I'm fixing them when I see reviews about them. I have NOT been editing my ompleted stories. I'm told things like "Cat Pokes" (formerly votes) and Hit Counts may be restored but I truthfully have little confidence in those assertions. Please leave me any problems you find in a review (the only mechanism that seems to guarantee I see them) and I'll get to them ASAP.

This story fell out of draft material for "The Best Of...", ideas I wrote to work through them. It caused me to chuckle, I thought others might enjoy the material. As always, I fly beta-less in this fandom so if it's wrong or crap - blame me.
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