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My Best Enemy's Baby	By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 51681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Five

....Draco,

I agree, a public venue may not be the best of places to have this chat.

Shall I floo to your home in an hour?

-Hermione....

Hermione panicked as soon as she had sent the letter, what did he want? Should she have mentioned on the letter that she didn’t expect him to want to be a part of any of this? Maybe they wouldn’t need to meet if he understood that he didn’t have any fatherly obligations.

Hera, Malfoy’s owl, was back in 20 minutes, this time not waiting for a reply as Malfoy was just letting her know that the wards had been changed to allow her to enter her home via floo. Hermione wondered what he would do if she just decided not to show up. ‘No’ she thought to herself ‘There is no backing out now!’

Ginny walked into the room and seeing Hermione’s stressed expression, rushed over to her.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” She asked quickly.

“Me, Draco, lunch, soon.” She managed to get out before she shook herself out of the daze. “I just told Malfoy that I would meet him for lunch, at Malfoy Manor” she told Ginny more fluently. Then she suddenly remembered Malfoy’s visit that morning, she grabbed Ginny’s arm, “Do you know what Malfoy came around for this morning?” she asked, curious.

“Um, I couldn’t hear what Malfoy was saying over of Ron’s screaming, but from that side of the conversation it would seem that Malfoy was taunting him about the fact he had slept with you. I think he was implying that he was a better lover than Ron.” Ginny frowned, then her face lit up as she added, “He had flowers!”

“He had flowers? For me?” Hermione was shocked.

“No, actually, I’m pretty Malfoy has been harbouring a secret crush on Harry!” Ginny smirked.

“Ha. Ha. Ginny, just because you’re in love with boy wonder doesn’t mean everyone else is! I was just shocked at the thought of Malfoy, with flowers.” Hermione replied.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and realised she only had 15 minutes before she was expected to floo over to Malfoy Manor. Hermione quickly jumped up and moved as quickly as she could to Ginny’s room, where she changed hurriedly into the summer dress that Ginny and Molly had gotten her the day before, ran her fingers through her mass of curls and swiped on some lip balm, before making her way downstairs to the fireplace, Ginny trailing after her.

“Good luck!” Ginny whispered in her ear as she gave her friend a hug. “If you’re not back by dinner time I’ll call the aurors!” Ginny joked, making Hermione smile.

Hermione then turned to the fire and grabbed a handful of floo powder, took a deep breath and threw it into the flames. ‘No turning back now she thought’ as she stepped into the fireplace saying clearly, “Malfoy Manor”.

***Malfoy Manor***

Hermione’s heart was pounding nervously as she spun out of the fireplace and stumbled into Malfoy’s arms, flooing was becoming harder as it made her feel nauseous. She grabbed hold of Malfoy’s shoulders to steady herself, his hands holding her waist to keep her upright.

“You ok?” He asked, seeming genuinely concerned for her well being.

“Fine” She said pushing herself away from him and taking a step backwards. “I guess I’m just a bit out of balance at the moment.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be using the floo if it isn’t safe.” He said seriously.

“It’s safe enough.” She said defensively, not ready to have to stay home or rely on using muggle transport.

“Lunch is this way” he took her hand and led her through several large elaborately decorated rooms before she found herself in a much smaller, more comfortable dining room than she had expected. Noticing the look on her face he explained, “This is the family dining room. The formal room is much larger; I thought you would be more comfortable here.” He started looking a bit awkward, as though he didn’t really know what to say.

“Look, Malfoy”

“Call me Draco, please.” He cut her off.

She cleared her throat, “Ok, uh... Draco, I’m sorry about not telling you about the baby, and that you had to find out the way you did.” She blushed

“About that, why didn’t you tell me?” Malfoy was obviously still very upset about the fact that she hadn’t told him.

“I, um.” Luckily a house elf popped into the room to ask if they were ready to be served, saving her from answering, for now.

“Hermione” Draco said holding out a cushioned wooden dining chair for her to take a seat in. He then moved around to the other side of the table and took the seat opposite her. They waited for the house elf to come back with their meal – grilled salmon – before either of them spoke again.

“Well...” Draco prompted her to continue what she had been about to say earlier, “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice still held the hint of an accusatory tone.

“Oh, um, I think, I think I was, scared.” She said in a small voice. “I still am. I don’t know what you want. Truthfully, I didn’t know if you would even want to be told.” Her voice wavering.

Malfoy was enraged. “WOULD EVEN WANT TO BE TOLD?” he gritted his teeth. “What kind of person wouldn’t want to be told that they were having a child? What kind of person do you think I am? What on earth were you scared of?” He questioned her, his voice furious.

“I said I was sorry!” She exclaimed loudly. “I thought that, maybe, because of your blood status, and your feelings about me, that you would, I don’t know, want me to get rid of it or something. And well, I couldn’t do that!” She said softly, voicing reasons she hadn’t even fully thought about before now, looking down at her plate of barely touched food.

Malfoy’s cheeks were tinged slightly red, which she supposed was Malfoy’s version of how Ron got when he was mad. He stood up from the table, “You know that my opinions on blood status have changed, the war, and you, made me realise the truth about all that.” His voice calm and even, he took a deep breath and continued his rant, “you thought I was such a monster that I would force you to get of our child if I didn’t want it?” Hermione whimpered at look in Malfoy’s eyes. “And lastly” He stepped around the table and pulled her to her feet. “You know nothing about my feelings for you!” The anger in Malfoy’s eyes changed ever so slightly into burning desire as he crushed is lips against hers.

Hermione could do nothing but stand there for a moment, too shocked to react, but then when her brain clicked back into place, she moaned and pressed herself into him wrapping her arms around his neck. Malfoy groaned as she reciprocated the kiss and pulled his lips away to catch his breath leaning his face against her neck, breathing in her subtle honey scent and then rained kiss on her neck and behind her ear, flicking his tongue out to taste her ever now and then.

Hermione pulled his face back around to hers and kissed him again. While they were still kissing Malfoy snapped his fingers and the same house elf came back in and cleared away their uneaten meal. He then turned Hermione and pushed her backwards until the tops of her thighs hit the table. He lifted her up so she could sit on the table and he stood between her legs, which she then wrapped around him, her sandals slipping from her feet, bringing him in tightly against her, never once breaking the hungry, searing kiss.

Draco found that the feeling of her rounded stomach pressing against him was actually a huge turn on and his cock jumped painfully in the tight confines of his trousers.

Hermione realised that his tailored black pants were charmed to hide awkward situations when his hips jerked against hers and she could feel his desire pressing into centre. She would have chuckled at this little fact but the feeling of him pressing against her drew a moan from her lips.

She then she had a thought, and pulled her lips away, “Malfoy, I mean, Draco.” She moaned breathlessly as he ground his hips against her and arched her back, before continuing “you’re parents aren’t here are they.” She gasped, not knowing if she would be able to stop even if they were in the house, but she was worried that they could come barging in at any moment.

“No, love. It’s just you and me!” he said against her throat, her breath caught at the term of endearment he had given her and she kissed him again, her tongue sweeping along his lips before delving into his hot mouth, their tongues danced.

She moved her mouth along his jaw and kissed her way down his neck, bring her hands to the buttons on his shirt, she kissed and licked his skin as it was revealed button by button, by the time she had done four buttons she was getting impatient and so she ripped the shirt open the rest of the way. When his shirt was off she ran her hands over his firm, smooth torso. She kissed him in the centre of his chest before flicking her tongue over his small hardened nipple, rolling the other one between her fingers. He moaned and his hand caressed up and down her thigh gradually making his way further up her leg.

He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it upwards, she held her arms over her head as he pulled it off and threw it where his shirt already lay on the floor. Draco cupped her full, extra-sensitive breasts in his hands and gentle massaged them through the thin silk of her royal purple bra, she moaned and let her head fall backwards as she arched into his hands and his lips trailed hot kisses over her neck.

Hermione pulled his head up by his hair and pulled him down into another breathtakingly passionate kiss. She ran her fingers down his chest lightly scraping her nails along his warm skin, she pushed him back a slightly so she could undo his belt when she undid his fly the trousers dropped to the ground and Malfoy kicked off his shoes and pushed them off towards the growing pile clothes on the floor with his pants.

He pulled her against him moaning at the feeling of skin against skin.

They were both suddenly impatient, he freed her breasts from the confines of her bra as she pushed his Calvin Klein boxer shorts down his legs and they joined the crumpled pile of clothes on the floor, his erection springing free.

She took him in her hand and squeezed gently causing him to shiver and moan against her neck.

She pumped her hand up and down his shaft slowly eliciting a groan from Malfoy before he bit down on her shoulder lightly, grazing his teeth over her soft skin.

Hermione removed her hand from around him and pushed him backwards before slipping from the table and kneeling before him. She looked up at him to see a crazed, lustful expression in his eyes. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and moved her face closer, still looking up at him; he now had his eyes closed, his lips were parted slightly and his breathing ragged, she watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Hermione blew her hot breath over his head and flicked her tongue out, licking the small drop of salty pre cum from the tip teasingly before sealing her lips over him and swirling her tongue around his head, sucking softly.

Draco moaned and his hips jerked forwards, urging her on she took him further into her mouth and reached up with her other hand to cup his balls, which she squeezed and massaged lightly as her head bobbed over him, his long cock bumping the back of her throat. She licked along the length of him as she drew her face back to blow a breath of air across his moist shaft, his cock jumped slightly and he growled deep in his throat. She took him back in her mouth, sucking and swallowing around him as her head moved backwards and forwards.

His knees went weak and he stumbled slightly before he grabbed a handful of her thick hair and pulled her off him. “I’m going, to come, if you don’t, stop now.” He breathed roughly, panting, as he pulled her to her feet and immediately ripped off her plain black knickers, the elastic snapping against her skin leaving an angry red mark. He grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly against him, he hoisted her up and she wrapped her shapely legs around him as he plunged into her soaking heat. They both moaned into each other’s mouths as they came together finally.

Draco took a step forwards and sat her on the table again as he pulled almost all the way out before plunging himself deep inside her again. He removed his straining cock completely and tugged Hermione from the table twisting her around and slamming himself inside her once again, she inhaled sharply as he hit just the right spot inside her, she moaned as she breathed out, falling forward slightly as her arms went weak.

Draco took a tender breast in his hand and squeezed as he thrust forwards into her again, his other hand sliding down her stomach and into the soft thatch of hair between her thighs. He flicked a finger over her sensitive nub as he thrust again, groaning against her neck. Hermione felt like there was a fire burning inside her as he rubbed her clit, her breath coming in short whimpering pants.

Draco shivered behind her and his thrusts sped, becoming erratic. Suddenly she was pushed over the edge and the raging fire consumed her, she screamed out as she came, her walls clamping around him causing his own orgasm to overtake him. He shuddered falling against Hermione as he emptied himself inside of her.

They lay there for a few minutes in post coital bliss, panting hard, trying to work up enough energy to move. Draco’s softened member slipped from inside of Hermione as he shifted his body weight so that he wasn’t crushing her, their combined juices running down Hermione’s thighs.

When they were sufficiently recovered Hermione found her wand and scourgified herself before finding her bra and repairing her ripped panties. She was about to pull her dress over head when Draco stopped her taking the dress from her hands and placing it on the table as he dropped to his knee’s before her, wearing nothing but his grey boxers. He placed his hands over her stomach, an odd, slightly confused look on his face, as though he didn’t quite know what to think about the whole pregnancy issue.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by a horrified shriek, an intake of breath, and the sound of glass shattering.
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