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Magical Orphans	By : mrsaturtle Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
A/N: I love this chapter so much, it's so much fluff, a bit of smut and just YES!
I probably won't have 6 done for at least a few days, but it should happen faster then it took for four to come out.
As always PLEASE review and let me know what you think, they're the highlight of posting new chapters!!
So much beta love to gidgetmalfoy!
Chapter 5
Hermione rolled over, covering her body with the sheet on Draco's bed. Her body chilled slightly as the sweat covering her body caught a hint of a breeze.
Draco and Hermione laid there, both naked, hair tousled, catching their breath. It was three in the morning, and they had been home for over four hours, each minute spent wrapped in the other's arms.
Hermione shouldn't have been surprised when again, their bodies fit perfectly together. His controlled movements coaxed out the wild and untamed parts of her that she hadn't known existed. In his arms she came alive.
The night had started out timid, Draco being gentle and patient. He had slowly undressed her, so slowly that she had grown impatient and all but ripped off his clothing.
As his body had loomed over hers, he had teased her with his hands and his lips, peppering every inch of her body with attention. When he had finally filled her completely, they had both moaned loudly, him at the delicate tightness, and her at the feeling of complete fullness.
As the night had passed, they would switch positions, even with Hermione on top, Draco maintained control, increasing the speed or decreasing the movements of her hips, always to a growl from his wild witch.
When he had first laid eyes on her, bare and exposed before him, his eyes had burned and his desire increased. As the night wore on, his eyes, lips, fingers and tongue memorized every soft spot, curve and supple ounce of flesh. He committed to memory of the taste between her thighs, the delicious smell near her neck, the feeling of her full breasts in his hand, and the delicious way her nipples peaked with the slightest breath. He would never forget the gasp she had before she came apart.
Hermione turned on her side to face the wizard who had shaken her world, figuratively and literally.
"Draco?" she murmured, running her fingertips up and down the taut muscles of his abdomen.
"Hmmm?"
"I want to ask you a question."
Draco opened his eyes, and turned to face his very naked witch. "Ok."
"Tonight, at the ball, everyone was so polite, there was no hostility or even surprise when we showed up together."
Draco chuckled, "That would be mother's doing. Everyone who's anyone knows not to mess with Narcissa Malfoy in public, especially at an event she's hosting. As for her guest list, mother decided a long time ago to separate from the old crowd. After father was sentenced, she made up with her sister and forged new friendships with less prejudiced families. One of her best friends now, is a half-blood, who works at the Prophet." Draco paused briefly before chuckling, "Plus Narcissa Malfoy is one witch you wouldn't want to mess with." Hermione raised an eyebrows and tilted her head slightly, so Draco explained, "This woman lived with Voldemort in her home for over a year, watched him torture her husband and son, watched him torture and kill countless others. In the final battle she didn't once fight, and defied him in the end, allowed Potter to gain some ground." Draco said shrugging slight.
Hermione was quiet for a moment, realizing how much she had underestimated a witch who seemed to care deeply about her son and granddaughter but was incredibly superficial otherwise. Hermione was officially curious of the older witch.
Her fingers stopped moving and she moved closer to him, letting him rest a hand on her waist, "You never told me what happened to your father."
Draco sighed, wanting to close the box on his father quickly, but she deserved an explanation. "He died in Azkaban. The last few years with the Dark Lord had robbed him of what little sanity he had. He hadn't done anything redeeming during the war, so we weren't surprised when he was sentenced to twenty years in there. He didn't make it two."
Hermione waited, confused at the lack of emotion for his father. When Draco offered nothing further, she pushed, "You don't seem to care."
"I don't. I know I should, but I don't." Draco moved his hand from her waist, and ran it through his hair, "My father wasn't a good dad or husband, I don't think he knew how to be. My mother and him married when they were fresh out of Hogwarts, he joined You-Know-Who not a month later. They struggled to get pregnant, and each month when my mother failed to carry, he would become cruel. Even after I was born, my father blamed her. He wanted more children. He felt more children would help create a better world for him. She was cut off from any of the friends she had from Hogwarts, that hadn't made good pureblood marriages. And I was nothing more than a pawn to him, a way for him to get and keep power. He never forgave me for being beaten in Quidditch by Potter or by you in tests." His normally calm face, turned dark, "I think I hated you so much because I could never beat you, and he tormented me because you were better."
Hermione's heart clenched, her body stilled, "I'm sorry." It was all she could think to say.
Draco looked back at her, his eyes locking on hers. "Oh, love." Pausing he kissed her tenderly on the nose. "I don't blame you. I blame that loathsome man I had for a father. If he had been decent he wouldn't have taught me to hate you, and I've spent years regretting listening to him, or wanting to be him. I pray to Merlin I'm not like him." Draco's eyes left hers, looking far off and troubled.
Hermione reached her hand out to cup his face, her thumb rubbing against his cheeks, "You are nothing like him. You are kind and thoughtful, loving and generous. Plus you're no longer an arrogant prat who always gets his way."
Draco's eyes flashed, and before she knew what had happened, he was looming over her again, his leg settling between hers and pushing her thighs apart. "I always get what I want." He murmured, capturing her lips and giving her one full kiss before pulling back to look at her. "Hermione. Gods. I've never had to ask this." Closing his eyes, Draco shook his head slightly, before opening his eyes again. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
His witch looked deeply at him, before erupting into a fit of giggles.
"Well that's not exactly the reaction I was looking for, love." Draco's arousal was quickly disappearing by her obvious rejection.
Hermione stopped, catching her breath and sensing his discomfort. "You prat, of course, after all this you think I wouldn't want to be with you?"
He smirked, "You could have just wanted a fling and to move on." He teased her, knowing full well that was not Granger's MO.
"Well I do love your body." She mentioned, running her hands up and down his arms.
Draco had one last moment of hesitation, almost unable to believe his luck, "So you do want me?"
Hermione gave him a moment, before snaking her hand between their bodies, and caressing his now-soft erection, "Yes, I want to be with you. Right here, right now."
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Hermione opened her eyes slowly, before rolling from her side to her back. Pulling the sheet with her, she looked around the still dark room.
The room was empty save for her, and the curtains were drawn over all the windows, but she could see the brightness behind them, the bedroom and bathroom door were both shut, but the light was on behind the bathroom door. Just as she was going to get up, the door opened, and her handsome wizard walked out. Dressed in jeans and tight cable knit navy sweater, he looked positively delicious.
"Oh, did I wake you?" His voice surprised.
"No."
He took long strides before he was sitting on the bed next to her, kissing her softly, he pushed loose tendrils of hair back behind her ear. "I'm not taking off on you, I have to go pick up Ariana from my aunt's. I was going to take her to one of those parks Potter mentioned, do you want to meet us for brunch at eleven?"
"Yes. I would."
"Ok, well go back to sleep if you want, you only had a few hours of sleep. It's only half past seven."
"So did you."
"I know, but I'll deal, I have to get Ariana."
"Ok."
He stood up before kissing her gently, pushing her body back with his kiss. "Sleep, my love."
Before Hermione could think of a sarcastic reply, her body surrendered to sleep once more.
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Draco made his way towards the park that Potter had given him directions to, the other day at Hermione's office. He had mentioned in passing how hard it was finding a quiet park where Ariana could play.
He had talked to a lot of half blood parents about how they handle the accidental magic, their child might display, and they all had suggested that when venturing into muggle areas, to try and keep their emotions even. Magic could happen anytime or anywhere, but was mostly likely to occur during a tantrum, emotional outburst or when they're hurt.
He had watched his daughter closely the past few weeks, seeing hints at her budding magic, in the quick levitation she displayed one night, when her doll fell from the couch and the flowers they had picked for Hermione, she had caused most of them to bloom, delighted to watch them grow in her hand.
As he approached the park, his daughter's little hand tightly in his, he looked around, impressed by Potters identification of a truly quiet park, though with very new playground equipment. The park was fenced in, but surrounding three sides of it were tall hedges. A plaque on the gate read, park donated by the Potter Family of London, England.
He chuckled, letting go of Ariana's hand so she could run forth.
Over the next thirty minutes he was up and down from his spot on the bench, first to help her swing, then to go down the slide with her, and to swing her again. He knew he should be annoyed by the constant up and down, but he loved to see her smile and he had five years of time to make up with her. Maybe in five years he would finally be annoyed with her, he laughed thinking, it'd be right about the time for her to leave for Hogwarts, so perfect timing.
As he sat back down on the bench, Ariana climbed the jungle gym and was playing with the plastic phone, before walking over to the monkey bars. Draco watched carefully as she took the first one, and then the second. As she progressed his anxiety lessened, which is when she fell.
She didn't fall in the normal way gravity works, however. At the first moment she lost grip on the bar, she hovered, almost weightless, and she had a small smile, before she heard her father yell for her, and instead of falling gently, she fell hard the rest of the fall.
Draco was already moving, running towards his daughter who now lay on the leaf-strewn ground. As he reached her, he pulled her up into his arms.
"Darling, are you ok?" He pulled her away from his body and began his quick examination of her little body, checking for scrapes or blood.
She had started crying, her words coming out with a sniffle, "Papa, I fell."
"Are you ok, does anything hurt?"
"No Papa, but I ripped my leggings." She lifted her knee, where her leggings were ripped through, and scraped.
"Oh, little lamb, it's ok. I'm worried about you."
She reached for him then, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. He picked her up and walked them over to the bench. He held her tightly, as her sniffles slowly subsided.
Draco was so caught up in tending to his daughter, that he failed to notice the black-haired wizard that had watched the entire thing, as his sons ran up the street towards him.
"Malfoy." Harry's voice cut through the air.
Draco's knee-jerk reaction was to begin reaching for his wand, before he turned to see who had called for him. Adjusting Ariana in his lap he turned towards his old schoolmate. "Potter." He nodded his head a bit to him.
"Boys, come meet Mr. Malfoy." Harry called to two young boys, both with the same messy black hair as their father, the oldest with his same green eyes, but the younger with the bright brown eyes of his mother. They both stopped in front of Draco and Ariana, who finally lifted her head off his shoulder to look at the boys. "This is James." Harry said indicating the older of the two, "And this is Albus." Harry carefully met Draco's eyes, a look of silent understanding.
"Hello boys, it's wonderful to meet you. Hermione has told me so much about you both." Draco smiled at them.
"You know Auntie 'Mione?" James asked.
"Yes." Draco smiled. "This is Ariana, my daughter. Ariana can you say hi to James and Albus?"
"Hi!" Ariana's high voice squeaked.
"Albus why don't you take Ariana over to the sandbox and show her the castle you can make." Harry suggested, while James ran off for the jungle gym.
As the father's watched their children walk off, Harry added, "James is energetic, and doesn't know his own strength, but Albus is gentle and very kind, so you don't need to worry about Ariana." Draco nodded, appreciative for his insight. "Ariana, huh? Did you pick that name?"
Draco looked over at the black-haired wizard, confused, "No, that was her name when I adopted her. Why?"
Harry was quiet for a moment, before replying, 3"Just wondered. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Harry's eyes focused on the little girl, who as coincidence would have it, also had piercing blue eyes, much like the only other Ariana Harry knew of.
"Thanks for the recommendation for the park. It's wonderful." Draco added.
"It's our favorite, we come here at least once a week. The hedges offer some privacy. James once climbed the tree, then jumped down, gracefully." Harry chuckled, sitting down beside Draco. "I was too awestruck to do much, by the time I came to my senses he was already climbing back up. When I was living with the muggles I had experienced accidental magic, but never been witness to it. It's something."
"Ariana kept making the flowers bloom in Hermione's bouquet the other day, I'm sure they're all dead now, because she kept forcing them to bloom." Draco chuckled.
Draco and Harry continued talking, mostly about Quidditch for the next fifteen minutes.
Over at Draco's home, Hermione was just stirring. A quick glance at the clock, told her she had fifteen minutes before she had to meet Draco and Ariana for brunch.
"Bollocks!" she exclaimed, jumping out of his bed.
The air hit her naked body, and she bolted for the bathroom. Her jaw dropped when she saw the extravagance of the room. The bathroom was all marble, with a two-person soaker tub, huge walk in shower, and double vanities. It was every woman's dream. Her eyes locked on to the tub, wishing for a long soak. Shaking her head, she vowed to enjoy it another day.
She jumped into the shower, displeased to find typical men's shampoo, that would do nothing for her hair, and made a mental note to bring some if more nights like the previous happened. As she lathered her body with Draco's soap, some of his smell being explained, she realized they hadn't used the contraceptive charm the night before. She gasped, knowing the rules for the spell had already expired. "Shit!"
Chastising herself, she quickly finished, before grabbing a large fluffy towel and heading back to the bedroom. She offered a quick glance to the bed, before turning towards Draco's large closet. All she had was a pair of knickers and a ball gown, so she made herself comfortable by ransacking the drawers in his closet. She finally found something suitable to rush home in, a pair of dark grey boxers and an old practice shirt from his days playing Quidditch at Hogwarts.
She quickly hung the towel in the bathroom, threw a quick charm towards the bed causing it to straighten and make itself, before sprinting for the library's fire.
Back at the park, Draco said a polite goodbye to Harry and his sons, explaining that they had brunch plans with Hermione at eleven. He didn't miss the curious glance from Potter, before he held Ariana tightly and spun them on the spot.
They arrived in Diagon Alley and made their way down to the small cafe.
"Draco!" He heard someone call behind him. With Ariana still in his arms, he turned, seeing his beautiful witch walking towards them. Her hair done up in a ponytail, jeans and thick sweater on, with some simple flats.
Once she reached them, he leaned in to kiss her, before Ariana reached for her, and quickly escaped into her welcoming arms. Draco put his hand on Hermione's back and walked slowly as she adjusted Ariana onto her hip.
"I ripped my leggings!" Ariana exclaimed, a slight whine in her voice.
"Oh no, what happened?" Hermione asked, all of her attention now on Ariana.
"Well I was on the bars, and I couldn't reach the next one. I started to fall slowly, when Papa yelled for me, and he surprised me and I fell into the dirt." Ariana still clearly upset.
"Oh no." Hermione looked at Draco and gave him a knowing smile. "Why didn't papa repair your leggings?"
Draco rolled his eyes; of course in the trying to comfort his daughter moment, he forgot to repair the bloody leggings.
Hermione pulled out her wand and cast "Reparo". Ariana's eyes lit up. "Thank you!" she said gleefully.
Hermione turned back to Draco, "So she started to fall slowly?" Draco nodded, and winked. Glad she understood that the conversation needed to happen later.
Walking inside the tiny cafe, they got a booth and ordered quickly.
"Ariana, love." Draco began, "Papa needs to ask you something."
Ariana looked up from her coloring book, "Okay papa."
"I want to ask if it's okay, if Papa and Hermione date each other, which means they'll spend time together, because they care about one another."
Ariana looked between them carefully, "Okay, papa, but you already love each other," she said the last bit simply, before turning away from the gaping adults.
Silence stretched for a minute, before Draco cleared his throat, "Potter was right about the park. It's brilliant."
"Yes, it's one of their favorites," Hermione's voice slightly shrill.
"Potter asked about Ariana's name, do you know why?"
Hermione looked at Draco carefully, "Yes." Pausing she took a sip of her water. "Um, Albus Dumbledore's sister's name was Ariana."
"Oh." Draco wasn't sure what he thought about that, he had no idea if his daughter's name has anything to do with their late professor, he also wasn't sure how he felt about being connected or being reminded of that awful experience. Draco was lost in thought, and he didn't see Hermione trying to make eye contact, until he heard a soft "spppt".
Looking up, he saw the insistence on Hermione's face. "We didn't use the charm last night, it's too late now," she whispered, glancing at the little girl beside Draco.
Draco's eyes grew wide, understanding immediately what she was talking about. He was at a loss for words.
Hermione cleared her throat, "We can talk about it tonight, but we do need to talk."
"No, why don't we drop Ariana off with my mother, we need to talk now."
"Draco, your mother might be busy."
"Like she wouldn't drop everything for her." Draco let out a nervous chuckle. This was all too soon. They had only just been official at three in the morning, this morning. He hadn't told anyone, and he was sure she hadn't either.
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An hour and a half later, Draco and Hermione sat on opposite ends of the couch in his family room, close to the fireplace.
"I don't know what to say," Draco began, "I'm sorry that I forgot."
"It's not only your job to remember, it was mine too," Hermione muttered.
"Yes, but I was stone sober last night, you had drank some," Draco offered.
"True, but it's still no excuse."
"And you're sure it's too late?" Draco asked, though he knew the answer.
"Yes, you have to perform the charm within three hours of intercourse, and we hadn't performed it all night." Hermione paused, before smiling at him, "And I think after three times, it was probably too late."
Draco smiled at her, pride seeping through the worry. "I'm really not sure what to say." Silence again stretched between them. He finally broke the silence, "Well I'm not sure how much is my decision, if anything results."
Hermione nodded, turning the glass of water in her hands, "Well, the more I think about it, the more one answer clearly becomes obvious." Sighing, she put her glass down on the table and looked at him, "I've wanted a child for years, I've signed up with the agency, but this would be my child. Our child. It doesn't make sense that if a child actually happens, that I should do anything besides keep it."
Draco's brain could only focus on two words, our child, before he leaned forward and kissed her lightly. As he pulled back, she followed, keeping their lips locked together.
The blonde wizard reached over and grabbing hold of her hips, pulled her to straddle him. As the kiss deepened, Hermione began grinding her hips over his growing erection, earning a low groan. Hermione quickly rid Draco of his sweater as Draco's hands went up and started to lift her thick sweater over her head, breaking the kiss. When the sweater was on the ground, he began kissing his way down her body, suckling lightly on her neck, before moving down to her breasts. He pulled the cups of her bra down, causing them to jut out and into his waiting mouth. His tongue slowly danced around her peak before sucking hard.
Hermione moaned loudly, reaching between them to undo the button and zipper of his jeans, and pull him free of his confines. As she released him, she pumped him a few time, causing a low moan, before Draco's hands went to her pants. Unbuttoning them, Hermione stood briefly to pull her jeans and knickers off, and leave them in a pile on the floor.
Settling herself back on the wizard's lap, their lips found each other again. Draco's kisses were demanding and all-consuming, as he coaxed her lips open with his tongue. His firm grip on her hips lifted her, before allowing Hermione to sink down slowly. Finally completely full, she began to move, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. His mouth again found her nipples.
She set the rhythm of their movement; occasionally speeding up, when his hands would grip her harder. As she sped up, his hand left her hip, to start swirling over her clit, bringing her closer.
They were both so caught up in their pleasure, that they didn't hear two whooshes of the fireplace in the library, or the tiny footsteps moving down the hallway.
"Papa?" Ariana's voice broke through their moment. Hermione hurriedly jumped off of him, earning a low moan of pain from Draco. Hermione reached for the blanket on the back of couch and quickly covered herself, as Draco attempted to tuck himself back into his pants.
"Ariana!" Draco exclaimed, finally zipping his pants.
"Oh dear!" Hermione looked over to see Narcissa standing in the doorway of the hallway, her hand covering her mouth. She hurriedly walked to the five year old, and grabbed her, pulling her back down the hallway.
As soon as they disappeared, Hermione grabbed up her clothing and went about setting herself right, as Draco chuckled before throwing his sweater back on. Buttoning his jeans, he followed after his mother and daughter.
Once Hermione was fully clothed she padded down the hallway towards his bedroom, and quickly locked herself in the bathroom.
Draco made his way up the stairs to Ariana's bedroom. Ariana was in her closet, grabbing things when Draco walked towards his mother, who was standing by the window.
"Mother," he replied curtly.
Narcissa looked exasperated, unable to meet his gaze. "Ariana wanted to change clothes before we went out shopping. We didn't know you were home."
"Why not go straight to her room?" Draco demanded.
"I tripped over the rug as I came out of the fire, and she had taken off. I'm sorry," Narcissa stammered.
Ariana walked out of her closet, carrying 4 shirts and a pair of shorts.
"Darling, what did you want to wear to go shopping with Nan?" Draco asked, focusing on his daughter.
"My jeans and the shirt with the ladybug on it." Ariana explained, looking at the shirts in her hands, before dropping them on the floor.
"Let me help, little lamb." Draco walked back to her closet, quickly finding what she was looking for.
He helped her change, and brushed her hair into a ponytail.
"We were going to go Christmas shopping for you and Hermione, and Ariana wants to find something for Aster." Narcissa explained, grabbing Ariana's coat from the bed. "We need to find you a scarf, it's quite cool out."
Draco nodded, returning to the closet and coming back out with a scarf. Putting her coat and scarf on, Draco gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, "Mother, can I have a moment?"
Narcissa nodded before hurrying down the stairs.
"Ariana, darling. What did you see when came into the family room?" Draco asked carefully.
"Miss Hermione and you," Ariana paused before asking, "Was Miss Hermione naked, papa?"
Draco pulled his hand through his hair, unsure of the proper answer, "Yes."
"Ok." Ariana stated. "Papa do you think Aster would like some more toys?"
Draco starred at his daughter incredulously. He paused, watched carefully by the inquisitive five year old. "Yes, I think Aster would like more toys."
"Maybe a new collar too," Ariana replied brightly.
"Sure, you and Nan get whatever you think Aster would like."
Draco and Ariana walked back down the stairs and into the library, where Narcissa was waiting.
"Have her home whenever."
Narcissa smiled, still looking guilty, "She can stay the night if you'd like."
"No, it's fine." Draco smiled before kissing his mother tightly on the cheek.
After watching them disappear into the flames, he sighed and made his way to his bedroom. Turning towards the bathroom door, he tried it, only to find it locked. Pulling out his wand he made quick work of it, and walking in found Hermione, sitting on the edge of the tub. Worry clearly etched into her face.
"Oh my Godric! Your mother and daughter." Hermione exclaimed as soon as she saw him.
Draco made his way over to his witch and knelt down in front of her. "It's fine, Ariana doesn't even understand. She only asked if you were naked."
Hermione shuddered before hiding her face in her hands.
Draco tried to pry her hands away, before standing up and carrying her to the chair in his room, with no protests from the embarrassed witch. He settled them down, with her on his lap again.
"I don't think she understands, she's not old enough. She was more interested in buying the cat toys." Draco chuckled, earning a small one from Hermione.
"But what if she understands more later?" Hermione begged quietly.
"Then we'll explain as much as she can understand. I'm not going to lie to her," Draco explained. He and Hermione had talked briefly about some of his child rearing philosophies, one of them being telling children as much as they could understand, but not sugar coating things, and always giving proper names to things, much to Draco's sometimes embarrassment.
Hermione nodded, before adding, "Your mother."
"Is more embarrassed than you should be. She's properly mortified, but it's not like she expected us to remain celibate," Draco added with a chuckle.
"Ok."
"Everything will take some adjustment, normally people start a relationship before children come around, we're going about it backwards," Draco whispered, kissing her tenderly.
"Yes, that's true."
"What would you like to do the rest of the day?"
Hermione smiled mischievously before murmuring, "Finish where we left off."
To be continued...
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