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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 After The Last Miscalculation…

“Here’s my girl! Daddy missed you! And no other man will ever touch you, no they won’t!”

Hermione rolled her eyes as Draco completed his “chastity belt” ritual with three-month-old Cassiopeia Janine Malfoy. At his ankles, Scorpius tried to untie his father’s slip-ons, growling in frustration as he sought the missing show laces.

“Come here, son. Your father outsmarted you this time. I had to have your Grampy Granger fix my tooth last week thanks to you.”
“Don’t blame that on him, you were supposed to be watching him — not the Quidditch quarterfinals. Ginny saw you on the sidelines,” Hermione chided the spoiled heir.

“Give her here, it’s feeding time,” Hermione instructed as she reached for the baby, “Go change; dinner’s on the table.”

The floo activated and Molly Weasley noisily tumbled out.

“Am I too early, dear?” she aimed at Draco.
“No, Molly, your timing couldn’t be better,” and with athletic grace the junior lord of the Malfoy household swept his son up and plopped him in Molly’s expectant arms.

“Happy birthday, Lioness. We’re going out to celebrate.”

Placing Scorpius on the floor, Molly unburdened herself of her overnight bag and cloak before bustling over to Hermione to take Cassie.

“Let me have this little angel here. We’ll finish her with a bottle. You go get ready. Happy returns of the day, dear!” Molly bubbled, kissing Hermione on the cheek where she sat, too dazed to move.

Cuddling the tiny brunette witch in her arms, Molly extended a hand for Scorpius.

“Let’s see what’s for supper, young man,” and Molly disappeared into the dining room with Hermione’s children, closing the pocket doors behind her.

Sliding onto the sofa next to his babies’ mama, Draco hugged his lover close, his lips leaving heated kisses on Hermione’s temple and forehead while she cried silently.

“I completely forgot,” Hermione sniffled, “Work had me fixing a problem for Kingsley and I missed my 1:00 class so I had to meet with the professor and that made me late getting home for Cassie and Scorpius’ feeding.”
“Let me take care of your university fees. You don’t have to work.”

“That’s not your responsibility, Draco… We’re not married.”

“Then marry me, you bloody impossible witch! All I’m good for is buying nappies and rushing around with those bags of breast milk —”

“— which I know you’ve been nipping for your tea —”

Draco rose to keep from slipping into Draco-&-Hermione combat mode on her birthday.

“We have 6 p.m. reservations and it’s 4:30 now. Go have a soak and get ready. I’ll help Molly with the children. I expect you no later than 5:30.”
“Yes, sir!” she teased at his take-charge manner.

“You take a strong hand, Granger. Now shoo!”

Ginny Weasley awaited her in their suite at the Manor and immediately took charge of preparing an overwhelmed Hermione for her natal day festivities. Hermione’s overnight bag sat packed with nothing but lingerie and a breast pump (since Draco preferred his tea with it).

“Happy 21st, Princess.”

Outside in the late evening glow of late summer in Earth’s mid latitudes, the “forever pool” beckoned visibly through the open wall of glass; the gentle cascade of water over the edge of an imaginary horizon acted as a hypnotic stress reliever.

“Thank you, Dragon — everything is… it’s perfect.”

Feasting on the view, Hermione’s ears picked up the soundtrack that accompanied the eye candy — improvised on the suite’s grand piano by her child-rearing partner.

“How long are we staying?”
“Want to move here?” a self-satisfied Draco smirked.

“Where is ‘here’?”

“Outside of Athens on a private stretch of beach.”

“It’s intoxicating… Get up, have breakfast then take the children for a swim. No uni. No Ministry. No daily drudgery.”

“Princess, we have plenty of help at home; you refuse to use it.”

“But we don’t have the sea or this view.”

“Last time I brought you to the Aegean I don’t remember ‘swimming’.”

“You got Cassie on me; something of yours was ‘swimming’. I thought you pure-bloods had fertility issues.”

“I’m the only one I know who doesn’t — but my children’s mother is a muggle-born so I have an advantage. And there’s that Gryffindor bent to bungle charms —”

“One more word and you’ll be playing with yourself —by yourself.”

The fingers on Draco’s left hand made the motions to “lock” his lips sealed and throw away the key. The master of seduction left off his unfinished composition to lead the birthday girl to the bar and her favorite libation — a sparkling wine they’d not shared since graduation.

“Careful, luv. I’m guessing you’ve been too busy to eat today. More than bubbles will go to your head.”
“I don’t care! I love this wine.”

“Just remember — when the inside of your head won’t fit in your skull tomorrow — I warned you.”

Noting her empty glass, Draco poured for her; his glass remained more than half full.

“Would it be alright if we had hors d’oeuvres on the deck? I’d really like to try the pool.”
“It’s your day, lover.”

Hermione made sure of Draco’s attention before shooting him a come-hither wink and a smile over her shoulder that evoked a groan and a hard-on. With a flirty walk to the pool’s edge, she vanished every stitch of her clothing to her extensible purse and dove elegantly into the pool. Draco stared, mouth open and almost drooling; he’d forgotten how beautiful she truly was, pregnant or not.

The man of the Manor made short work of soliciting the butler to place a few calls explaining the Granger-Malfoys would be gone a day longer. Dinner had been prepared and placed in stasis. The bars indoors and out were stocked. More canapés and finger food sat on the pool decking than either could eat in a week. And his favorite sparring partner floated unselfconsciously starkers at the far edge of the pool, savoring the moving current as it toppled into a waterfall.

By her third glass of wine, Draco prepared himself to carry her to their bed. The vintage had her lightheaded and uninhibited, randy and ready to play. No splash noise came to her, just the susurrations of moving water as her pale partner rode the current to her spot near the waterfall. Those Malfoy-hot arms slipped around her waist as he snugged behind her, unabashedly nestling his erect cock into the crease of her bum. His mouth at her ear forced her to shiver with the nearness of him. Hermione felt his lips part, familiar with his pattern, when he surprised her again.

“I love your mind… the way you worry a problem until it relents. Even if the problem is me…”

Glancing touches moved his moist breath atop the ridge of her ear as he spoke.

“You’re so self-reliant yet you’ll curl up in my arms and cry without hesitation. You’re strong and you’re powerful but you’re so feminine…”

Underneath the water, in rhythm with the music she’d failed to notice, Draco stroked her abdomen, paying particular attention to the area over her womb and her few remaining stretch marks.

“I was scared shiteless you’d terminate when you got pregnant with Scorpius…”
“You mean when you got me pregnant. I’d never do that to my child, Dragon.”

“I know that now… I panicked, Princess… I wanted you and the baby so much… Thank you for keeping him.”

His tears landed on the top of her shoulder peeking out above the water.

“After the war… you were the only one to give me a chance… a second chance. You didn’t hate me like the winners and losers did,. I can’t tell you how many times your kindness kept me from stepping off the Astronomy tower without a broom. You saved me; I’ll always be in your debt.”

The arm not engaged at her midsection found its way to her outer thigh and began a soothing motion, up from her knee and down from her hip, that tantalized her nowhere near her other lips.

“I want to make tonight special for you, Lioness. Tell me what you want… Teach me again how to love you…”

That deep, throaty chuckle of his, most likely accompanied by that smirk she found annoying and arousing in equal measure, rumbled from her still-tight arse to the nape of her neck where they touched.

“Improvise, Dragon. Compose a masterpiece on my body… That’s all I want for my birthday.”
“You are so beautiful… My lips will make love to every beautiful inch of you, especially your perfect ears —”

That earthy sound bubbling up from her chest caused his cock to twitch.

“— like this —” and he folded his tongue in half lengthwise to trail up and around the shell of her ear, earning him another full-body shiver with sound effects from her.
“My tongue will draw hearts across your beautiful neck —” and he dragged that sex toy in his mouth across her nape. Had he not been holding her, she would have sunk underwater when her knees went weak.

Arriving at her other ear, Draco’s description of his birthday present to her continued.

“My hands will savor every part of you that changes when you carry my children.”
“OUR children,” she panted, “you’re not the one who’s pregnant.” she corrected, leaning back into his hot, well-muscled front.

“But you are, Lioness, and it's so sexy. Merlin! The bigger you get, the harder my cock stays. The last month — when I’m not allowed to have you — I’m in the loo at work with pictures of you, wanking seven or eight times a day. You are One —” and he trapped a pinch of flesh on her neck in his lips and sucked gently, “Tempting —” and he nuzzled that sensitive spot on her nape at her hairline with his nose, “Witch…”

“Good to know,” she laughed in between sighs.

“I love that, too. That you’re funny, brilliant and a great mother. I don’t know how you do it all — uni, Kingsley and his incompetent staff, Pothead and that ignorant git Weasel and our family… I promise I’ll help out more. We’re in this together —”

“Thank y—”

“— even if you won’t marry me. Not that I’m bitter,” he laughed softly into the kiss he placed on her neck, kissing his way down her spine to the waterline and back.

In a rush of movement, Draco swept her up bridal-style and made his way out of the pool to the villa.

“Bedroom or sitting room?”

The languorous kiss he planted on her lips trapped most of her response in his mouth.

“— has a better view?”
“Sitting room, definitely.”

Flicking his damp hair back, Draco transfigured the huge sofa into a ginormous bed tilted just enough to maintain her view of the Aegean Sea in the waning sunlight. Draco, with blink and a smile, levitated Hermione above his outstretched arms and lowered her magically onto the bed. Climbing Hermione’s recumbent body, Draco settled between her thighs, careful to keep his eager erection just below her triangle.

“I’d like to… try something different. Do you trust me?”

If his eyes got any more intense, Hermione was sure she’d climax.

“Yes…”

A velvety blindfold covered her eyes, not blocking all light so much as rendering a hazy focus to the scene. In the reddish-golden solar glow, Hermione’s favorite lover sought out each and every imperfection to worship — from her widow’s peak to the thick curls adorning her secret garden. Each target surprised and the blindfold made it impossible to know exactly where the platinum blonde would land his next offering.

“To keep you from getting bored,” he continued, “I’ll let my hands relearn every part of you… how you’ve matured… how each pregnancy has changed what you like…”

On his knees between her legs, the drizzle of warm liquid sluiced down her neck, through the valley of her breasts and past her navel, down one leg and then the other. Sitting back on his haunches, Draco’s hands rubbed the oil into her body starting at her toes. Comfortable firmness smoothed each muscle under his palms as his hands rose from the balls of her feet to her ankles and calves. Curious fingers landed next on her abdomen, his attention once again fixated on the area of change that gave life to his heirs.

“How did you get to be so stunning?”
“What about my frizzy hair and protruding teeth?”

“You were a work in progress. And I was a right prat, too embarrassed to admit that seeing you in class every day sent me straight to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom to jack off. I was jealous of Potter and Weasel”

Strong pressure from his hands brought color to her sides as he massaged his way up to her armpits, avoiding the top of her for now.

“Why don’t we make a date once a week? You floo over to my office and we’ll pleasure each other.”
“‘Pleasure each other’… That’s… tame.. for us, don’t you think?”

“Sounds better than ‘I’ll fuck you until neither of us can stand up’. I do have a sense of romance.”

Using much less strength and pressure, those talented hands of his finally landed closer to her erogenous zones, one on her inner thigh and one on her breast, spreading warmth of a more intimate kind.

“Make that sound again, Lioness.”
“What sound?”

“That moan… When I did this —”

Draco circled her nipples with his thumbs once more, skirting the sides erratically until she repeated the sound organically.

“Yeah… That one. I can feel that one in my cock and it’s not even touching you.”

Hermione gasped when Draco, leaning forward, nipped her collarbone with love bites. The blindfold made every choice on his part a complete surprise as moonrise provided the only interior illumination.

“I need to cast the charm, Dragon, before I forget how to.”
“I understand.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“There’s something special about making love to make babies. With you… But it’s your decision, Lioness.”

Rapture filtered every thought in Hermione’s head as surely as the spirits coursing through her bloodstream.

“Fertilitas Imperio”

The blindfold blocked Hermione’s view of the change in Draco’s expression after she cast the charm. She missed the vacant stare and slack posture he exhibited. Presuming he awaited her next command, she gave it.

“Take me for a ride, Dragon… Make love to me until we’re too tired to ‘pleasure’ each other…”
“As you command, Hermione.” and he vanished the blindfold.

If the use of her given name during sex was unusual, any deep consideration got waylaid by the arrival of his erection at light speed for the first of many times in many positions, all leading to climaxes for both (Hermione outshone him four to one for earth-shattering releases in a single night).

By noon the next day they awoke, sideways in a bed that no longer had sheets, grinning like idiots.

Neither could move a muscle.
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