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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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Hermione looked up when she heard a young voice calling out for her. She smiled and waved to Cinzia and Elenore who were both running up. Tracy Davis trailed behind them, giving her a small wave.
Hermione had trouble waving back as the girls (Cinzia first) crashed into her, giggling.
"Hi, Hermione!" Cinzia said, pulling from her and gesturing her arm out toward the approaching Davis. "This is Miss Tracy," she introduced. "Papa's friend." Both girls burst out in contagious laughter when the woman put her hands on her hips, pretending to be upset.
"Now just because you were sneaking around when you shouldn't have been, seeing something you ought not have—"
"She kissed Papa!" Cinzia explained without a care in the world. "I saw!"
"She wuvs Papa!" Elenore added.
"You weren't suppose to see that, you naughty girl!" Davis reached out, snagging Cinzia's arm and hugging her close. "You are a little prat!" she said, tickling the girl to make her squeal.
Cinzia slipped free and ran off, boasting about it. "Hey, Nora, come play with me!" she said suddenly, climbing onto a nearby seesaw.
"Be careful!" Davis cautioned.
"So everyone's dying to know when you and Draco are going to get married," the Slytherin directed to Hermione, keeping a close eye on the girls.
"Yes, yes they are..." Hermione said, purposely busying herself with Scorpius who wanted to crawl on one of the seesaws. She held a hand to his back, securing him.
It was all over the papers, as if they had actually announced their engagement already. Neither Hermione or Draco had told anyone (not even his parents), wanting to tell everyone all at once. But for about a month now, the tabloids had been centering their articles on the bonded couple— and of course the newest addition of their family.
"Every other bonded couple has been married within the year of their accepting of it; Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger are nearing that mark. Will they be having a summer wedding? Has everyone involved really managed to keep it on the down low after all this time?"
And of course, both Draco and Hermione had casual inquiries about it from their friends, who were also wondering when they were actually going to make it legal.
But no one got a specific answer from either of the two.
"He hasn't even proposed, has he?" Davis clicked her tongue in disapproval, looking off over to where Draco was sitting in a swing with Talli, talking to Blaise as the Italian man pushed his middle child in a swing next to him. "He was always that way with girls he actually liked. I'm not sure why though, he was a pretty arrogant boy. When it came to the Yule Ball, I remember him telling Pansy that they were going together— not that she minded, but he didn't even ask her!"
Hermione frowned. "That's just wrong."
Tracy nodded. "I asked Blaise to the Yule Ball myself— fourteen's an age where boys get overly nervous over simple things like that. He was grateful that I asked him first. He even told me so. Blaise is a very shy man."
Hermione understood. With his genetic problem, she could see him not wanting to get close to anyone.
"I still wonder how he got on with the woman he did," Davis wondered, matching Hermione's thoughts about Marietta.
Hermione nodded, thinking of it. "Though, it's not my business to know," she told Davis, causing the Slytherin to laugh lightly.
"Can't help but to wonder. He won't say anything about it. I don't blame him. It's a very sore subject."
"I can imagine…" Hermione grit her teeth at the thought of what Marietta had done, from how she treated Blaise to how she drugged her daughters.
A very sore subject indeed.
Hermione picked up her little boy and squeezed him into a hug, kissing his cheek. She'd never do anything so horrid to her children— to any child!
Scorpius busied himself with the collar of her shirt while Davis continued on about Blaise as she helped the two eldest Zabini girls play on the seesaw.
"I saw him at the market about a week after everything blew over. He was such a wreck; worried about everything, and the girls were all hyped up, wanting this and that— well that's how children are, they want about everything they see. So I stepped in and helped with the girls. He invited me over for dinner that night, and it didn't take long before I came over every night. We all just… clicked." At this, Davis looked away with a shy smile. A blush crept to her face.
After a few glances toward the wizards at the swingset, Hermione learned that the feeling between Zabini and Davis was mutual; the man had a terrible time in keeping his eyes off Davis.
"It's nice that he found someone like you, Davis," Hermione complimented truthfully, finding their attraction incredibly cute.
Davis met her eyes and laughed in embarrassment. "Thanks… Merlin knows he could use the help."
Hermione nodded, agreeing. Zabini had a lot on his plate.
"Miss Tracy's going to be our new mama!" Cinzia proudly stated, looking at the woman with big, shining eyes.
Davis giggled. "We're a long way from that, sweetie," she said, affectionately threading Cinzia's ponytail through her fingers.
The girl rolled her eyes. "You kissed him! That's not far away at all!"
The witches exchanged looks before bursting out into uncontrolled laughter.
Hermione invited the Zabinies and Davis to join her family with their picnic. With some arguing between the men— Draco insisting on the invitation, and Zabini refusing— the two families sat themselves on a large blanket. Hermione and Draco took turns setting the many bowls of food out, from baked chicken to frozen fruit salad.
"Dat!" Scorpius immediately made to crawl to the fruit salad, pressing a knee into a plate of butter.
"Ohhh, Scorpius!" Hermione groaned, picking the baby up and conjuring up a wipe to clean him. Everyone thought it was funny.
"He got butter on his knee!" Cara exclaimed, missing out that her father was holding a plate of food for her. He teasingly nudged her with it, grabbing her attention. "Oh, sorry, Papa!"
Hermione stationed Scorpius in front of her so she could assist him with his meal if need to be, but he'd likely just need a thorough cleaning when he was finished (nothing new, babies were very messy eaters) since most of what they had bought required no utensils for a toddler to eat.
He went straight for the frozen fruit salad, plucking up a cube of watermelon, ignoring everything else on his plate. Hermione should have thought of this to begin with, the frozen fruit was his favourite next to his grandfather's 'ice cream' (which had frozen fruit in it too, of course).
Naturally, Draco had to make a comment about it, "You would have been better off just giving him the fruit; he'll be too full of the salad to eat the rest."
"I know," she admitted after swallowing a bite of her sandwich. "Your owl will finish the rest. He'll be happy enough."
Draco nodded, looking at Talli's twitching fingers as she slept soundly between he and Hermione. They were all tucked under a large tree, protected from the sun. He reached down, removing her hat. Talli didn't even stir.
"Meeton?" Scorpius asked, his chin dripping with juice. His hands were also a sticky, fruit-juice-dyed mess. Hermione set her plate down, fumbling for a wipe to clean him.
Draco removed his own hat, and then his son's, stacking all three of the hats aside. Scorpius smiled widely at him while his mother fussed over his sticky condition, happy that his father understood him.
"Do I have to eat this, Papa?" Cinzia asked in a whisper. She was pointing at one of Hermione's herb and feta pies that had been served on her plate. There was a small bite taken out of it, indicating that she had given it an honest try but didn't like it.
"You don't like it, Cinny?" he whispered back.
Hermione hid a smile as the girl shook her head, sporting a guilty look. Zabini snatched it up and took a big bite of it. "These pies are great, Draco, Toogy's a terrific cook!"
"Actually, I made those," Hermione informed him smugly.
Davis laughed at Zabini who's jaw stopped moving at the news. The man quickly recovered, a Slytherin trait that Hermione could only envy to have. "They're quite excellent, Miss Granger," he said smoothly, adding a smile to go with it.
"I wike it too, Papa! Hermoonie's food is yummy," Elenore voiced.
"Thank you," Hermione said. "If you want the recipe, I can give it to you."
Zabini nodded. "Indeed, I would love to have it."
"And while we're at it, you both—" Hermione gestured to Davis and Zabini— "can call me Hermione; enough of this Miss Granger stuff."
Zabini flashed her another smile. "Then it's only right for you to call us by our forenames too."
Hermione agreed. "Alright then, Blaise and Tracy, thank you for dining with us."
"And thank you for having us," Tracy returned. Elenore laughed at this, which made her sisters laugh, and the adults couldn't help but to join in.
Draco got up when everyone was finished with lunch and started digging through the bag he had brought with him. "Blaise, you'll love this, come check it out."
Hermione rolled her eyes when she saw what Draco had removed from the bag. It was the shrunken down monster truck that he had been working on for the past few months.
"Where's the controller?" Blaise asked. He had stood up and joined Draco who had taken out his wand. Draco had given him one to use, and he had thoroughly enjoyed the charmed Muggle toy.
Draco smirked. "It's not that type of monster truck!"
"Dwive!" Scorpius exclaimed, having had been with Draco while he had been working on getting it to function the way he wanted it to.
"Not exactly," Draco said, enlarging the toy with a spell. Hermione's eyes widened at the size of it. The original size used to be only big enough to fit two children around four or five in, but Draco had increased its size to accommodate two adults.
He climbed inside, motioning for Blaise to get in next to him.
"What's it do?" Blaise asked cautiously, ducking into it.
"You'll see!" Draco reached up next to the steering wheel and flipped a switch. Lights came on: blue in the back (Scorpius clapped and giggled here), and white for the headlights. The monster truck hummed quietly with life.
"Ready?" Draco asked his friend who nodded and gripped onto the door.
Draco did something that Hermione couldn't see from where she stood. The monster truck lifted off the ground with such great speed that she heard Blaise let out a yelp of surprise.
"Fwy!" Scorpius said, pointing at Draco's tampered monster truck which was now so high up, that it looked like the size of a quaffle.
"Yes, Daddy's built his own Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang; wizard style!"
Hermione had to give Draco credit, he didn't overly show off like she thought he would. He flew his new toy around, offering rides to the girls after Blaise had his turn. Elenore was the first to want to go, eagerly raising her hand and jumping repeatedly in place.
"Me firss!" the toddler exclaimed, cheering when Draco gave the okay.
Draco magically strapped her in the car so she couldn't move from the seat. He flew the monster truck much more slower than he had with Blaise. The girl absolutely loved it so much that she literally begged to go on it several times that day— anytime Draco would land, before he even got out of the truck to stretch, there she was.
"Next, I'll charm it to climb a mountain," Draco said when he was through flying it.
"And then you wills have it swim, huh, Dracko?" Cara asked. She too had thought the flying monster truck was fun, but the girl loved to swim, so recently (according to Blaise), that's all she talked about.
"I don't know yet. I'll see what I think when I get it to climb a mountain."
There had been other people interested in Draco's monster truck too. One woman in particular came over with her daughter, asking what it was, having never seen one before. Draco eagerly explained that he had bought the Muggle's children's toy and (without going into specifics of how he did it) told her that he had put an abundance of spells on it to do all sorts of things.
"Never in my life would I have ever thought that a Malfoy would experiment with Muggle items!" the woman said with a laugh. "Not that I am any different— but given your past…" Her smile faded.
"Completely understandable," Draco told her gently. He gave her a reassuring smile. "Sometimes, I still can't believe it. I've opened my mind a little."
"Quite a lot, if you ask me!"
The woman's daughter then wanted a ride in the monster truck since that's all Blaise's girls were talking about, but her mother said that they had to go and suggested that she might ask 'Mr. Malfoy' next time for a ride. The girl pouted at her mother's decision, looking back at the monster truck every so many steps as she followed her mother to exit the park.
"That's too bad that Kimberly couldn't go in your monster truck, Dracko," Cara said thoughtfully, watching her newly-found friend disappear down the walking path.
"It certainly is," Draco said, shrinking down the monster truck so it was tiny again. They were packing, getting ready to return home. Talli was okay to have some sun, but Draco and Hermione didn't want her getting too much of it.
"Would you build us one?"
Draco laughed at her request. "Eventually perhaps, but it takes time to get it to work precisely— and safely. So it'll be a while, alright?"
The girl nodded and hugged his leg. "Thanks for letting us play in it!"
Everybody exchanged goodbyes then, as Blaise's group was going to go back to their own home and have a dip in the pool before dinner.
"Bye!" Scorpius waved to Cara who had said his name last in her abundance of goodbyes.
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"What's this?" Draco asked Preetea when the family returned home, and he was immediately greeted with a letter.
Preetee, who was a tiny owl, perched himself up onto one of Draco's shoulders and started preening the wizard's hair. Draco, knowing the routine, conjured up a piece of cheese for his companion. The owl chirped happily and flew off with the treat.
Draco laughed in disbelief after reading the letter. "Hermione!" he called out to his fiancée. She had gone upstairs to put an exhausted Scorpius down for a nap. Draco ducked his head, wincing, hearing his daughter burst into high-pitched wails.
Ooops…
He hadn't realized that Talli had been left in his care, and he had woke her up by his voice's sudden higher volume.
"Oh, Tallistar…" he crooned regrettably. "I'm so sorry, Princess." Draco leaned over where she had been set in her childseat on the desk in the foyer of the home. He spoke softly to her in an effort to ease her cries back down, but she wasn't having none of it.
Draco sighed and put down his letter from the Ministry to undo the belt that was securing her in the tiny seat. "I know, I know, Daddy wasn't paying attention…" he told her softly, cradling her in his arms. "Stupid daddy! Now hush your cute little mouth, you're not hurt." Draco gently bounced his arms for her, and Talli's cries toned down some. "Yes, you like that, don't you, Princess?"
Even though her face was red and wet from tears, she closed her eyes, slowing drifting back to sleep.
"That's it, Talli," he whispered, not daring to pause the bouncing until he knew for sure she was completely asleep. "Go back to sleep like a good, little princess."
"I apologize for not answering right away," Hermione said, stepping into the room. "Scorpy was asleep, and I didn't want to wake him; I figured if it were anything important, that you would have came up to get me."
He nodded, tossing his head toward the letter. "Read that! You'll get a good laugh out of it!"
Hermione's face stretched out in shock as she read who it was from. "Read on," Draco said, slightly chuckling.
The hand in which she held the paper dramatically sank down to her side when she finished reading it. "They—" She looked at him in complete awe and disbelief. "They say your monster truck is unsafe?!"
Draco laughed shaking his head. "I expected some attention from my work only not so quick."
"Surely once they are told that it's a Muggle child's toy, they'll drop the investigation!"
Draco shrugged. "You never know with them."
She waved the paper, furious. "This is ridiculous! Why aren't you angry; you have every right to be!"
Draco smiled, quite pleased by the news, even if it was technically a warning from the law. "This will make the papers tonight." He petted back his daughter's soft, messy hair.
"Oh, Merlin you're right— why are you smiling! This is very serious! They're going to come here and compensate it, and if found unsafe, you'll be fined!"
"Hermione," Draco softly said, walking to her, the smile still stuck on his face. "It's not dangerous. First of all, like you said, it's a Muggle's toy, it passed an inspection in their own magicless world, deeming it safe for children to play with— with adult supervision. Secondly, I charmed it with all sorts of spells, including an abundance of safety ones. I have my family to worry about: you, Tallistar and Chomper, but even if you three weren't existing, I do value my own life; I took several precautions with this contraption of mine; it's a Slytherin thing, you know. I am simply ecstatic for them to see if they can destruct it, because after they get through with all their little tests— all the while, updates of it are being publicly announced, because it's the law— it'll get sent back to me, and when that day comes…" he trailed off for effect, widening his smile. He kissed Hermione who impatiently waited for him to finish. "My little, indestructible, Muggle toy will become extremely well known, and everyone will want one."
"I don't understand," she started firmly. "Are you saying you're just wanting this so you can have something better than everyone else?"
"No," Draco answered and took his time to think how he could explain it to her. "My talent will be out in the public. People will come to me wanting a charmed monster truck of their own, and I'll finally be able to actually start my own business without someone possibly saying that I cheated or bought my way into success. I can actually do what I love doing for a living, and that is creating and inventing stuff. I'll have a decent name for myself, one that people will actually trust— but in order for it to work, I must wait my for my next turn…" Here, he spaced out in thought, planning his next move.
He had expected the Ministry to get involved, only not so hastily (things must be really dull right now), but when the inspection was completed, Draco couldn't seem too eager to work on another truck. People might find that a bit suspicious— he had a dark past, and some still didn't trust him. Draco would still have to lay low a while. Maybe he could use his alias's name to back his product and have it then sent to the Weasleys so they could do their own testing. If the Weasleys backed the product, everyone would considerate safe then.
He'd still get an enormous amount of the profits, the only cost would be the monster truck (pennies really), and the labour/ brand name of the Weasleys.
Draco would have to do the math all later, but he didn't see why he couldn't make millions off just this one idea.
"You want to start a business?"
Draco nodded to Hermione's curious question. "I've been doing some stuff already under a different name." He looked away, staring at a wall. "I'd never have gotten anything out on the market if it had the name Malfoy linked to it at all…"
"So… this is a way… to get your name back on top…?"
"Hopefully… well, I don't doubt it'll work. Thankfully, I'm as patient as a Hufflepuff."
He smiled when she did. There was a light in her eye… like she…
Admired him…?
Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist, gently hugging him as to not wake the baby between them. "You're so brilliant, Draco," she murmured after a sigh of comfort. "I really love that about you."
"You're just as brilliant as I am," he murmured back and kissed her sweet smelling bush of hair.
She softly laughed. "So they say…"
"Want to know what else I've come up with?"
"What?" she asked, pulling away to look at him.
Draco put the baby back in the child seat and strapped her in it. He then withdrew his wand, conjuring up a potion, grinning.
Hermione narrowed her eyes in mild confusion. "Isn't that—"
"Yes," he drawled, displaying a grin, wiggling the potion, toying with her natural curiously.
"But that's—"
"My idea— shall we give it a try?" Draco lifted an eyebrow suggestively. "I promise you that you will enjoy every last drop of it, love…"
Hermione blushed. "It's too soon…"
"Not for what this does. Come on, Gryffindor," he said, picking up Talli's childseat to carry her upstairs. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
"What's it do?" Hermione asked, never able to pass up on a mystery.
"You cannot know until you try it." Draco winked teasingly.
Hermione huffed. "You're such a prat!"
"Oh, you know you love me!"
"That's what makes you a prat!"
They tucked Talli in her bassinet then went to the next room over so their upcoming activity wouldn't wake the baby up.
Draco pressed the potion into her hand.
"I just drink it?"
"We each do." He conjured up another for himself, quickly downing it in just one swallow, closing his eyes to relish in the sweet, tangy apple flavor of it.
Hermione did the same. "It doesn't taste like it's a potion," she told him in mild wariness, giving the empty vial back.
He chuckled, sending the vials away to a bin where Toogy would find them to wash. "That's because it has nothing to do with healing." He lowered himself down to his knees, smirking at her as he gripped her ass with both hands. Her face flushed, and she let out a gasp when he pressed his face to her pelvis. Hermione place her hands to his shoulders, slightly moaning at the caress of his hands that were massaging her.
Using his teeth, Draco bit the fabric that held the button of her jeans in place and pulled at it, popping it loose. He grunted as Hermione adjusted her legs so he had easier access to that specific region.
They looked at each other in the eye as he slowly slid the zipper down with his fingers. He held the smirk, proud of himself for what he was about to do to her. Her breathing had slowed in anticipation.
Draco wiggled her jeans down to just under her buttocks, providing access to her silky cheeks. He gripped her hips, teasing her skin with the tips of his fingers, delicately grazing over it.
He started off low, nipping at her inner thigh, swirling his tongue over her smooth skin, and then did the other one, sucking on her with this one. When he was rewarded with a moan, he stopped to inspect his work. Draco had marked her with a deep red marble-sized blotch. He swiped his thumb along it in admiration.
Hermione whimpered, grabbing at his hair and pressing his face to her. "Stop toying with me, dammit!" she growled impatiently.
Draco chuckled, and without getting up to his feet, he backed her to the bed, easily getting her to do it, as she was excited for him to continue. Hermione lay back onto the bed watching him position her legs where he wanted them at his spot at the edge of it.
"You don't want... this…?" he asked tauntingly and brushed his hand along the heated area that her red, lacy panties concealed. They were already moist with her juices, and Draco ducked down for a taste, licking at the damp fabric.
Her thighs tightened near him. "Oh, my god…" she whispered.
He bit at the fabric, pulling it from her flesh, nibbling on it. He closed his eyes; the potion was already working.
He looped the delicious tasting lace with the index finger of his left hand, and placed the other on her right thigh, tracing his thumb in circles on the surface of it.
Her legs widened.
Draco looked up at her. Hermione was biting her lip in immense need. She whimpered again when she saw that he was looking at her. She thrust her hips up, moaning when his chin touched her.
"Settle down, love," he purred, and then very slowly, he gave her what she wanted. Draco moaned in delight as his tongue touched her wet, pink flesh.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned in pleasure, arching her back.
Draco held her hips in place so he could begin his eating of her. He sucked on her clit, and flicked it with his tongue, taking turns between that and dipping in for a taste of her pooling hole.
She was panting and squirming like a bloody fish out of the water. Sweat was coating her body, but he held onto her, not letting up, intent to make her completely still with a shuddering finish.
He lapped up pools and pools of her juice, enjoying every drop of it. He couldn't wait until she'd get to try this herself. She was going to love it just as much as he did.
When she finally went still, and her legs started to tremble, he rose up quickly to lay next to her, working his fingers with a swift motion, watching her completely lose all control of her body. Her face was scrunched up, lost in a pleasant pain of need, and her toes were curled up so tightly that Draco couldn't help wondering if they would cramp up.
She was such a beauty when she reached that ultimate, breathtaking climax.
"Mmm," he said, kissing her neck, still working his fingers to her slick flesh. "You're so bloody lovely!"
He took a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, pressing his hardened cock to the side of her body. He was still clothed, but definitely wouldn't be for long.
"Oh, god!" she shrieked. "I'm cumming! DON'T STOP—!" Hermione gripped his shirt in desperation. "PLEASE!"
"I'm not going to stop," he assured her, gently stroking his aching member against her. He couldn't help but to close his eyes. The friction felt so nice.
When she screamed that last strangled cry, she collapsed in a sweaty mess, twitching as he dipped his fingers into the well of her hole. "You taste so good," he said, licking them.
Hermione's eyes widened suddenly. "Draco!" she gasped. "It's green! Why is it green?!"
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Draco's fingers kneaded through Hermione's her. His hips gently thrust toward her, shoving him further into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him, gripping his hardness, stroking it in her hand. He let out a deep growl, cursing under his breath.
He watched her intently, sweat dripping off his nose and running down his now bear chest. She eased him deeper into her mouth, touching the back of her throat with him.
"You going to make me cum, sweetheart?" he asked coaxingly.
She nodded against him. Oh, she wanted to make him cum. His potion was one of the best erotic inventions anyone could ever come up with.
She continued on, pumping at his dick, moaning against him until he paused, filling her mouth with his sweet, green essence. She eagerly swallowed the treat, and licked him clean. It had taken her a while to adjust to the candy green colour of his cum, but the apple flavor was incredible! She had sucked him off every night since he told her about it.
She had been a little surprised at first, discovering that he was the famous anonymous inventor known as the Flame Thrower, finding it ironic since his real name meant 'dragon'. But Hermione felt a tingle of warm inside of her when her lover told her that no one else knew of this besides her— not Blaise nor Goyle, not even his parents.
"You're going to be my wife soon," he explained when she had asked why he told her about his secret identity. "You're special like that."
Hermione settled herself next to the man she loved, thinking about the wonderful years that they were going to have together. She sighed happily as he kissed the side of her head, tiredly thanking her through a series of pants for what she had just done.
She played with the tiny, pale hairs on his chest, smiling, absolutely content with her life. "I love you too, Draco."
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