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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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"Relax, Draco." Hermione rolled her eyes, buttoning up Scorpius's tiny jacket. "We do this every three months. He'll be fine, just like the last time."
"Then what's the point in doing this in the first place?" He picked up Scorpius just as she finished snapping the last button to his jacket.
"It's a simple check-up," she said exasperatedly. "Just to be sure."
"Nokdah!" The baby touched a finger to his father's upper lip, fascinated by the thin layer of fuzz of hair that Hermione had requested he leave there (she had found it sexy, so he obliged to the request, given the 'rewards' that followed it).
"Quit that," Draco gently scolded, removing Scorpius's hand from his face. "That tickles, you!" He wiggled his own finger under Scorpius's chin, making the baby burst into a laughing fit. "Annoying, isn't it?!"
Scorpius answered with a squeal. He leaned back to escape Draco's teasing tickles, so far back that Draco had to adjust the way he held the baby so he wouldn't drop him. His heart thumped a little at the close call. He hugged his son close to him, grateful of his quick reflexes. He took a deep breath, steadying himself.
Thankfully, Hermione had had her back turned when that occurred. He'd never hear the end of it if she had seen that.
She was busy gathering the things she thought they needed for Scorpius's visit to the Healer who specialized in baby health. The carry bag she was loading up was stuffed full. She huffed in annoyance, having difficulties fitting a bottle of milk into the bag.
"Hermione, the Healer is going to spend twenty minutes with him, why do we need all that stuff? We won't be gone long."
"You never know!" she unintentionally snapped at him, irritated with the zipper that didn't want to cooperate. She took out Scorpius's chew toy and walked it over to them for Draco to take off her hands. "Success!" she cheered after the bottle was stuffed into the bag and it was zipped up tight.
"Let's get this out of the way then," Draco grumbled, stepping into the floo. She squeezed in next to him and threw the Floo powder at their feet, sucking them into the Floo Network.
"He's doing just wonderful," Healer Newton, a middle-aged witch, informed them almost an hour later. "He's at his proper weight for his age. And he's just a happy little one, aren't you, you little pot of giggle toads?" She took one of Scorpius's hand and gave it a playful shake.
Scorpius giggled. He then looked across the room and pointed at a dish full of coloured sweets. "Swooah!"
"Oh, you couldn't possibly want a lolly?!" Healer Newton gasped, teasingly.
"Dahs! Swooah!"
The Healer chuckled joyously and levitated a blue lollipop to the baby. She was smart enough to get sweets that were baby safe; the sticks charmed to never enter the baby's mouth, the hard candy instantly turning to a liquid if the children were to pop the sweet off the stick, it'd be nothing they could choke on.
"Baby Lickers," she had supplied the brand when Draco curiously asked who made them.
"He is the happiest baby I have ever met," Healer Newton gushed. "And so well behaved— he never cries like most of the other babies I see."
"We're blessed," Hermione said in honesty, leaning against Draco who set a hand to her shoulder. He nodded in agreement.
"I can just tell he's going to be the perfect big brother."
"That's our plan," Draco added, picking his son up off the examination table, and setting him at the floor of his feet so he could stand. Scorpius clung onto his father and took a couple steps around him, loudly slurping on his treat that had been given to him.
"But she'll not need him to defend her," Hermione insisted firmly. "She'll be able take care of herself."
Draco pecked his girlfriend on the cheek with his lips, smirking to himself. "Let's go, love, we've bothered the Healer enough today."
Hermione picked up Scorpius, and set him at her hip. "Thank you, Healer Newton, it's been a pleasure."
"As always." The Healer tilted her head. "See you in three months then."
Very early the next morning, Hermione stirred next to Draco. She let out a groan, fluffing her pillow irritably.
"You alright, hon?" Draco asked, placing a hand to her back.
"Yes," she muttered, then sat up abruptly.
Draco sat up with her, kissing her bare shoulder. "Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered, trailing kisses to her neck.
She sighed. "You too, my love." She stood up hastily.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm thirsty. I'll be right back."
Draco lay back down in the warm bed, folding his hands behind his head. "Don't take too long," he growled seductively. "I'll come looking for you if you do."
She let out an uncertain laugh. "I'll be quick," Hermione promised.
"You sure you're alright?" Draco asked warily, not missing the lack of humour in her laugh.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just going to go get a drink of water, and I'll be back for whatever sort of play you have concocted in that filthy, perverted, male mind of yours."
He grunted in satisfaction, anticipating her return. "I'll be waiting then, my little Valentine."
While she was gone, he shoved all but one of the blankets to the end of the bed so they weren't in their way of their love making. He envisioned Hermione's legs wrapped around him as she moaned in delight while he kissed her and toyed with the most sensitive areas on her body. The thought made him groan with need.
So far this whole pregnancy was turning out to be one big sex fest for the two of them. In the past month, they had such difficulties keeping their hands off each other. When they did touch, it was an instant turn on. For the both of them. They had done it in just about every room of their home.
When he heard the apparition CRACK! of a house elf, he had already removed every piece of his clothing to welcome her with his nude body.
"Sorry, sir," Toogy gasped, near tears. "But Hermione! She is sick!"
Draco shot up out of bed. "Sick?! She was just fine! Where is she?!"
"The bathroom, sir. The one off the kitchen!"
Draco snatched his wand from the nightstand behind him and apparated down to the bathroom on the first floor. His love, his girlfriend— his future wife was caught hugging the toilet bowl, hurling into it. Sounds of sickness and sobbing filled the room.
"Oh, love..." Draco moaned in sympathy, kneeling down beside her and rubbing her back. "Why didn't you tell me you were feeling sick?"
She lifted her head out of the bowl to answer only to immediately convulse forward for another round of puking. By the time Draco thought she was through, she was shaking with weakness. Hermione wailed and crashed into his arms, crying loudly. She said something to which he couldn't understand through her fit.
"You need to calm down before you can talk," he told her gently. "I can't understand you otherwise, alright?" He planted a kiss to her head. She nodded against his chest, and hugged him tightly, continuing to weep, wetting his bare chest with tears and...
Well, Draco wasn't going to think about the nasal mucus that Hermione was smearing all over him as she repeatedly wiped her nose against him.
Else he'd be sick too.
Draco took her into his arms and spelled them back to their room to tuck her into bed. He passed her a tissue before calling Toogy in to fetch him a bucket in case Hermione needed it.
"I'm sorry," Hermione spoke quietly as he got into bed next to her, pulling a blanket over the top of them.
"For not telling me that you're sick?" Draco asked to verify the reasoning of her apology. He took one of her hands and brought it up to his lips, kissing it tenderly.
"I just didn't want to worry you... Especially on a holiday..."
He leaned closer to her, touching their foreheads together. "I worry about you everyday. I love you, and the thought of you suffering is upsetting. I made a promise to you, Mione. Anything you need, and I'll do it, but I need to know what's wrong before I am able to help you, alright?"
She nodded, rubbing their noses together. It made her softly laugh.
"You will tell me whenever you're feeling sick then?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"It's from your pregnancy? Morning sickness?"
"Yes, it is."
"I'll handle the chores today then," Draco offered. "I'll make sure breakfast is fixed, and feed Scorpius, get him dressed, and drop him off at my parents'. Just as we had already planned to do today."
"I don't feel like going anywhere today," Hermione whimpered. "Please don't be mad. I know you've probably have so much planned— with it being our first Valentine's— Oh, God, I had something planned for you too! I was going to—"
"Shush," Draco said, pressing a finger to her lips to silence her. "We'll just postpone our date. We can stay here, and you can have a lovely day of just lounging around."
"But what about you? I've ruined our holiday!"
He gently pulled her closer to him, pressing her body to his. "I'll enjoy myself with you just being in my presence."
"With no chance of sex?" she asked doubtfully.
Draco chuckled. "I've had plenty of sex recently to last me a while, love, what matters is your comfort. You and the baby's. You're both important. Very much so."
"Thank you," she said after a sigh of relief, snuggling into his embrace. "You really are great, you know."
"Yes, love, I know."
That night, they sipped sparkling grape juice in front of the fireplace, talking in soothing voices. Draco had done what he had promised, even if he had a little help from Toogy with making breakfast.
Well, okay, it was a lot of help. Toogy made the entire thing. Malfoy men do not belong in the kitchen. Hell, traditionally, Malfoy women didn't belong in the kitchen, but he knew he'd never talk Hermione out of cooking. If he was honest with himself, he wouldn't want her to stop cooking. He loved that she cooked for he and Scorpius. A lot of the things she had prepared for them to eat were absolutely delish.
Not that he preferred her cooking over the house-elves, or the other way around. He liked both styles of cooking, and he didn't disagree with switching it up from time to time.
Besides, if he had attempted to cook, nothing would have gotten done at all. He wouldn't know where to begin, and then he wouldn't have been able to finish the other duties that he had said he would do.
Of course his girlfriend chewed him out for using Toogy to make them all breakfast, almost immediately wiping the wide smile off her beautiful face after he had delivered the wonderfully made breakfast, serving her in bed.
"You couldn't even make toast?!" she had shrieked at him.
"I do apologize, Mione," he eased slowly, rolling excuses around his head. He knew 'I just didn't want to cook,' wouldn't work with her. "I've never done it before, and I wouldn't know where to even begin."
She accepted his honest answer with a roll of her eyes before sprinkling a bit of sugar onto a grapefruit half.
He had bent down to kiss her cheek before he said he had to get their son ready for his visit at Malfoy Manor.
"Lyra is a cute name," Hermione complimented Draco's name suggestion for their baby girl.
"I don't mind Gemma either," he admitted. "For a middle name."
Hermione smiled and swirled her wine glass around. "We may just get our daughter named after all."
"We just might." He took a hold of her hand, squeezing it.
The bucket sat at their feet, since Hermione had been queasy for about the entire day. They made the best of what was given to them though.
"I love you, Mione."
Hermione lay her head against his shoulder, staring at the mesmerizing flames of the fire. "I love you so much, Draco," she returned in a murmur, caught in a moment of bliss.
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Hermione's morning sickness lasted nearly a month. By mid-March, she had been growing restless, bored from being stuck at home and eating bland food because most anything else came back up quickly. She had been too tired and weak to do much of anything but sleep, and had not played with her son very much because of it.
Draco was such a trooper though. With the help of Toogy, he ran things rather smoothly, and made sure she and Scorpius were well taken care of.
When her appetite returned, along with her strength, she was ready to return to her role as the woman of the house, so she got annoyed with Draco one morning when he had made the bed, not giving her a chance to do it herself, having done it when she was in the shower.
"You don't have to do that anymore! I'm fine now!"
"Well, excuse me for not knowing that!" he grumbled.
She stripped the bed then to redo it.
"What'd you do that for?!
"You did it all wrong!"
He spat his tongue at her before exiting out of the room.
"Oh, that's real mature!" she shot at him.
"You should take a potion for your mood, Hermione, it's a real drag!"
"You're a real drag!" she shouted back. She groaned in frustration. She was better now! She could make the bed herself! She wasn't sick and helpless anymore!
At breakfast, she fixed them a meal for the first time in a while. She and Draco didn't talk much. Draco announced that he was going over to Malfoy Manor to brew some potions for the hospital. She was happy for that, not wanting him around to make her feel useless with the house work.
"Take Toogy with you. I don't need any help today, I'm feeling fine."
"As you wish," he muttered, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Hermione knew that he was cranky at her for snapping at him but she didn't care. He didn't understand that he made her feel worthless when he did things that she could do herself.
"Shall I take the baby too?"
"No, Draco." Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Do you think I'm incapable of tending to our son while you're away? I'm not!"
Draco sighed and put a hand up to his forehead. "I don't, Mione," he said. "It was just an offer."
Hermione readjusted her fork, fisting it. She stabbed a link of sausage. "One that I decline— thank you!"
He eyed her link of sausage, gulping. "I'll be leaving now," Draco announced, standing up. He lifted Scorpius up to his face, kissing the baby on his belly before placing him in his walker. He went to kiss Hermione too, but she stopped him, disgusted by the scent of his breath from breakfast.
"Don't kiss me until you brush your teeth!"
Draco scowled. He rolled his eyes and stalked out of the kitchen, speaking incoherent words under his breath.
"Dashnah!" Scorpius spoke up, bouncing in his walker. He wanted to get out and walk with her.
"Not now, baby," Hermione told him. "After I clean up the mess from breakfast."
An hour later, Scorpius started fussing, his way of demanding that Hermione let him walk. She wanted to encourage the baby to walk on his own two feet, so she took him out of his walking chair and held him by the hand, walking him from room to room.
"Mumma's tired, sweety," she said after a while, sitting down in an arm chair.
Scorpius tapped her legs, stationed between them. "Dashnah!" he cried out, smiling at her hopefully. He lay his head in her lap, looking up at her with his beautiful, grey eyes.
"Let Mumma rest," Hermione moaned, closing her eyes in tiredness. "You exhausted me out, Scorpius." She hadn't even gotten half of the chores done, having spent all her energy on the soon-to-be-walking-on-his-own toddler.
Hermione woke up later. Apparently she had needed a nap. She hadn't planned on napping, but all she had needed to do was close her eyes for it to happen. She gasped at the sight near her in utter shock. Her son had somehow gotten into the stationary drawer and everything that had been in it was scattered around him at the floor of the desk. He had ink smudges all over him. Stamps were stuck to him. Quills and paper were here and there. Scorpius was completely happy with himself though, pinching a small bit of his hair and pulling it straight up into the air, laughing because it didn't flutter down right away due to the sticky residue.
"Doohah?" He said when he noticed that she was gaping at him.
"Scorpius!" she shrieked in a scolding voice. "You naughty boy!"
Draco was going to be so upset when he saw the ink stains in the baby's blonde hair! He usually made such a fuss about Scorpius's hair! She groaned, sticking her face into her hands. She noticed then that her hands were black with ink. And likely now her face was too, since she touched it with them.
She began crying.
When Draco came home later, his eyes widened at the sight of Scorpius's hair; streaks of black in the nearly white hair. "Dear Merlin!" he gasped, running a hand through the damaged hair. "What happened?! Trying to make him look like Cruella De Vil?! You failed! Miserably!"
Hermione handed the baby off to Draco and collapsed onto the sofa. "I've had such an exhausting day!" she whined. "I closed my eyes for a rest and fell asleep. I woke up to a mess in the sitting room— stationery supplies all over the place! Scorpius had gotten into the drawer where the supplies were all stored in."
"I'll take Scorpius with me tomorrow then," Draco offered.
Her eyes flew open. "You really think that I can't handle my son!" she snapped. "I can, you know!"
"I didn't say that, Hermione!" he retorted. "I'm trying to give you a break! You certainly need one!"
"Because you think I can't handle anything!"
"No, because you're pregnant, and carrying around two people now. It must be hard to do, if it's tiring you out so easily!"
"So you do think I'm fat! You said I wasn't fat!"
"God, Mione!" Draco groaned. "You're not fat, for the last time. You're five months pregnant! But even if you were actually fat, I'd still want to rip your clothes off and fuck you. I love you, alright?! Get over it, will you!"
"You get over it!" Hermione responded childishly.
"Here," Draco conjured a paper sack in front of her, setting it into her lap. "I brought you home dinner. I know what it's like to handle the home, and I use the assistance of a house-elf. It's tiring, and I don't know how you manage it, but I appreciate all that you do. I hope you know that."
"I can cook just fine!" She said indignantly, ignoring half of what he had even said. She did open the bag of food in curiosity though, finding a serving of rice with chicken and veggies from the local Asian restaurant. The smell crept into her nose, letting her know how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten much that day. She hadn't thought of doing it, having been too busy with kitchen cleaning, walking Scorpius around, and then cleaning up after the mess he had made in the sitting room.
"It's not what you were wanting?" Draco asked when she had said nothing about it.
"The thought was lovely, Draco." Hermione conjured up a fork to begin eating, not even willing to wait to go down to the kitchen to eat. "Thank you. Is there dessert?"
"Was I supposed to bring dessert back?" he asked dumbly.
"The baby is feeling like eating a corndog."
Draco gave her a look of puzzlement. "What in the bloody hell is a corndog?"
"Mmm." Hermione licked her lips. "Seen it in an American film a couple years ago. I did a little research, and I discovered this wonderful tasting snack where they dip a hotdog in a cornmeal batter and deep fry it. Tastes almost like Yorkshire pudding with hot dogs in it."
"Sound incredibly disgusting!"
"It's good!" she assured him. "And I want one. Would you get me one?"
Draco sighed in defeat. "Where do I find such a thing around here?"
"Doreen's World Cuisine in Snapton. She'll get just about everything you ask there. It's a bit pricy, but I was able to get some real Mexican food when I was pregnant with Scorpius."
"Alright then, I'll go get one for you. I forgot to bring something back from the Manor anyway."
"Thank you," she said with a sweet smile.
"It's the least I can do."
"It is."
Draco shook his head in disbelief at her words, and gathered up Scorpius into his arms. "I'll handle Scorpius for the rest of the night. Get some rest if you can."
"I plan to." Hermione leaned back into the back of the sofa and enjoyed her dinner, anticipating the corndog with a watery mouth.
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"Why didn't you warn me?!" Draco demanded. His parents were busy in a game of cards.
"About what?" his mother asked, merely glancing up from the hovering cards that faced her. She gave the hand of cards a calculated look before touching the Nine of Hearts with the tip of her index finger, sending it to the discard pile.
"That Hermione would be a totally different person while she is pregnant!" Draco tugged at his hair. "I don't know what to do!"
"You little, snake!" Mother shrieked as Father picked up her discarded card. "That was mine!"
Father gave her a smirk. "You thought it to be junk, but I do not." He placed a card down, momentarily causing Mother's eyes to light up in the smallest amount of hope. Her face flushed with disappointment once she realized that she couldn't do anything with the card he had thrown away.
"Prat!" she muttered playfully, drawing up a new card.
Father chuckled. "Such a terrible loser you are, my love."
"You've not won yet!"
"Excuse me! You're son is asking for help here!" Draco cut in impatiently. "It doesn't matter what I do, I can't make her happy!"
Father laughed deeply. "Welcome to the life of having a pregnant woman around! Teach you to fool around so much, hmm?"
"Just think what she's going through. You're only experiencing half what she's willing to show you," Mother added.
"It's a good thing I wasn't around during Scorpius's time in the womb then!" Draco scoffed. "I'd not be having a daughter then. There would be no way I'd let her get pregnant a second time!"
"Let?!" Mother sent him an ugly look. "You do not let your girlfriend or wife get pregnant. It is not just your decision, son of mine!"
Father leaned back into his chair, sending Draco his own look. His eyes rolled up to the ceiling, pausing there for a moment. He placed one hand to his forehead, and the other waved over his hand of cards, sending them and the rest to pile up into one stack. He knew his wife wouldn't be interested in playing after hearing that comment.
Draco backed up quickly when his mother 'launched out of her chair, spitting words out in such a rush. "You have no idea the pain we go through, the thoughts that run through our heads while we're carrying your children. You men just sit around and joke about or whine because we're not being fair. Well, it's certainly not fair to have to carry your ruddy heirs that you so demand that we must do as a duty to being your woman. I hate to break it to you, little Draco, but it is your duty to care for her during this stressful moment of her life, because it is your fault that she is going through it. If you had kept your snake in your pants, she would be same woman you have grown to love these past few months. Next time, I suggest a little self-control!"
"But it wasn't just—"
Her finger pointing silenced him. His lips quivered. Draco knew better than to go on any further than he had managed.
What did he say that upset her so?!
"I want to thank you for volunteering me to sleep in a guest room tonight," his father told him dryly after his mother had left, muttering a series of words under her breath about insensitive men.
"She's not mad at you."
"Oh, she'll find someway to blame this on me." He called upon a house-elf to go shop for some chocolate and a bouquet of her favourite flowers for her.
"I just don't know what to do."
"Anything she says to. It's nothing that requires much thought. And hang in there. You have, what, four more months?"
Draco nodded. "I guess I ought to go," he spoke quietly, ashamed that he had upset his mother. "Hermione wants me to fetch her a corndog."
"A what?"
Draco explained what it was. His father thought it sounded interesting. "Get two."
"She didn't say to—"
"It doesn't matter. Trust me on this."
"Alright... I'll be back by tomorrow. With Scorpius, if I can snag him fast enough. I'll tell you later what he did today. She definitely needs to have some workload lifted off her— course she's determined to do everything she could before she went bat-shit-crazy."
"She's restless," his father said. "Give it time, and just lay down low. Do what you can. And remember, she's going to be upset with you no matter what you do. It's not really her that's talking. She'll say she hates you, act like she hates you, but she doesn't." Father lowered his voice then. "It's like she's possessed by some creature or something. Which, in a roundabout way, is a bit truthful."
"Okay," Draco took his father's advice at heart and took a deep breath. "Thanks, Father."
"Not at all, son. I'm proud of you. Just watch your tongue a little next time, alright? Especially around your mother."
"I will."
Draco got the two corndogs as his father had suggested to do. They smelled hideous, but if that's what Hermione wanted, then that's what Hermione would get.
"You got two?" she demanded when she fished one out of the bag and unwrapped it quickly like it was a Christmas gift.
"Well, yes, in case you wanted to have one later."
"Draco!" She stuffed half the dog into her mouth and chewed quickly. "I can't have two! Are you trying to get me to gain too much weight?! I'll be fat forever if I did that!"
"Then just throw away the other one..."
"And waste food?! There's starving children out there, Draco, I'm not going to just waste food like that! Put it in the icebox, you can eat it later."
"But I don't want it, Hermione, I got them for you."
"I don't care, we're not going throw away food!"
"Fine, fine!" He magically sent the leftover corndog into the icebox. "There." He'd just throw it out later, when she wasn't around.
Draco woke up in the middle of the night, feeling his girlfriend's side of the bed was empty and cold. He frowned, hoping she wasn't sick again. He got up to look for her and found her in the telly room. The light was off, but the Telly was on. She was laughing at some animated character Draco didn't recognize; eating the corndog, and many other snacks.
Cravings.
He made it to the cravings stage. That was good, right?
Draco sincerely hoped it was uphill from here. He wasn't sure how much more of this 'monster' he could handle.
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