Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

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.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Hermione stopped at the door to the room that had been assigned to her in St. Mungo's. Her hand was paused at the doorknob, ready to turn it and enter the room, but the sight through the window had caught her eye. Malfoy was on the bed, laying on his side with his head propped up in his hand. His other hand was set onto the stomach of little Scorpius, rubbing it gently. She had never thought he could do something so sensitive. She watched his lips move, as if he was talking to the baby, which he probably was.
"Do not think for a second that you can separate a Malfoy from his son," a cold, drawling voice said behind her.
Hermione turned around to address the man it belonged to. "As if this is any of your business at all." She glared at the tall man before her.
Lucius Malfoy smirked. "You think that you are in control here, how cute." His eyes shifted to watch his son bonding with the baby. "Oh, but how wrong you are; just you wait and see."
"Come to fight Draco's battles for him again? He's likes it when you do that, doesn't he? He's not capable of doing it on his own. My son will be different though, Mr. Malfoy, and that much I can promise you!"
Mr. Malfoy chuckled slightly, easily amused, just like his son was. "You might be just a bit too late for that, Miss. Granger. Now-" he pressed his cane against her chest, gesturing her to move out his way, "-if you'll excuse me, I need a word with my son."
Hermione didn't budge from the spot in front of the door. She grasped onto the cane and narrowed her eyes. "That is my room, sir, and you have been forbidden access to it."
Mr. Malfoy yanked his cane from her grip, curling his lip up into a sneer. "Watch me," he snarled threatening.
"Lucius!" A woman shrieked, followed by a loud pair of shoes clunking against the floor toward them.
Lucius' smug look disappeared as his wife approached him. "Hello, dear," he greeted her with a purr, pretending as if he hadn't just been acting like the jackass that he was.
"I can't leave you alone for a minute!" She back handed his arm, making him wince.
"I was only-"
"I told you to leave them alone!" Mrs. Malfoy pointed up the hallway. "Move it!" She then swatted him a good one on his rear end. He stiffened and looked ahead. His pale face reddened up, and it took all Hermione could not to burst out laughing. Mr. Malfoy began walking with his wife at his heel, who was scolding him. They dissapeared around the corner to where Hermione couldn't see them.
Hermione snorted in laughter, now wishing she had seen Mrs. Malfoy take her arse of a husband by the ear, like Harry had witnessed the week before.
The door clicked behind her. "What's going on?"
Hermione spun around to see Malfoy standing just inside the room. Scorpius was tucked away in his arms, with his tongue poking out the side of it, as if he was concentrating on something.
"Your mum just corralled your dad like he was a herd of sheep!" She said, stuck in a series of giggles.
Malfoy stuck his head out to look down the path that his parents had vanished from. "What did my father do this time?"
"Nothing at all unusual for him," she was still slightly laughing.
"I am so positively happy that my family can amuse-" he stopped short, sniffing the air and wrinkling his nose. "Granger, did you just let one loose?" He gasped in horror.
"What?!" She snapped. "Of course not!"
Malfoy sniffed the air again, trying to locate where the odor was coming from. "Ugh!" He shrieked in disgust. "What is that?"
"It's Scorpius," Hermione informed him, catching the look on the face of the baby.
Malfoy lunged forward and thrust Scorpius into her arms. "Clean him then!" He ordered. "Merlin, he smells horrid!"
"I've cleaned him enough, Malfoy, it's your turn, Mr. Daddy!" she went to give him back their son, but he quickly backed up, hands raised in refusal.
"I am not touching-"
"Oh, just shut it, you big sissy!" Hermione grumbled, pushing Malfoy out of her way, and walking into the room, placing Scorpius onto the changing table. She removed his nappy, sending the smell into overdrive.
She heard Malfoy gag and looked up to see him removing his wand. "I'll take care of the mess," he told her, pinching his nose, and pointing his wand at Scorpius.
"No!" Hermione screamed, putting herself between his wand and her baby.
"What the fuck, Granger?!" Malfoy demanded. "Get out of the way!"
"Are you crazy?! You can't cast spells on infants!"
He lowered his wand instantly. "You can't?"
"No! Put that away!" He obliged, and she explained to him what she had read, "If he's magical, and, I don't doubt that he is, Scorpius' magical core has a high chance of getting damaged when a spell is cast on him. It'll be a while before his magical core can handle the impaction of spells."
Malfoy then pointed his finger at Scorpius, alerting Hermione that he had somehow gotten his heel smeared with his foul mess he had made.
Hermione groaned, grimacing in disgust. "He'll need a bath," she announced, summoning up a box of wipes.
"You don't say?" Was Malfoy's sarcastic reply. He watched Hermione add water to a shallow, tiny tub with her wand, and set Scorpius into it.
"Come here and help me," she ordered. After Malfoy had inched his way to her, she tossed her head toward a sponge. "Grab that, squeeze it until most of the water is out, and start cleaning him. Try and avoid his umbilical cord."
Malfoy's face scrunched up in disgust at the piece of tubing made out of flesh. "What happened to the other-" he stopped himself off short, shaking his head. "Never mind, I don't want to know."
"He's never this calm when I bathe him," Hermione noted, smiling down at Scorpius who was sucking on his hand. An occasional happy hum would come from him.
"You must do it wrong then," Malfoy told her bluntly.
"I do not!" She hissed, indignant of his 'comment'. She removed Scorpius' hand from his mouth so Malfoy could clean it. The baby fussed a little at this, and threw his free arm into the water during his fit, splashing Malfoy.
"Good going, Granger," he grumbled, taking a moment to shake the droplets off his suit.
"Well, it wasn't like I planned that!"
"Whatever," he muttered.
"And, besides, your suit is a mess anyway!"
He sent her a dark look before saying, "Scorpius needs to come out now. He's clean, the water is getting cool, and I don't want my son catching a chill."
Hermione instructed Malfoy to get a towel, and when Scorpius was tucked up against her chest again, Malfoy circled the room, casting deodorizing spells.
"Much better," he said, breathing in deeply, sighing with relief.
"I think he's hungry," Hermione hinted to Malfoy to give her some privacy. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching her son yawn.
"He's eaten not that long ago."
"When?" She asked. "I didn't feed him."
"No, but I did."
Hermione looked up at him in shock. "How?"
Malfoy scoffed. "From my breast, Granger- how else?" He rolled his eyes, muttering incoherent words under his breath.
"God, you're such an arse, Malfoy!"
"Mother showed me a few things while you were away, socializing with your friends. Some of us feel our children are much more important than visiting our friends."
"I was not socializing!" Hermione shrieked out in irritation. "And Scorpius is the most important person in my life."
"Anyway," he carelessly waved her outburst off. "The Healers informed me that Scorpius hasn't been eating much lately. They're surprised that he hasn't lost any weight. All he has been doing is crying these last couple of days. At least until he saw me." He grinned. "He just wanted his father. He knew that I'd make sure everything is done properly for him."
Hermione grit her teeth at his arrogant statement. "Listen, here, you insufferable-"
"Thank you," Malfoy interrupted her.
Hermione was taken back by those words. Her mouth opened up in a gap, astonished to hear those words directed at her from him. She quickly shut it back up. It occurred to her that he could just be messing with her.
"Before this could have escalated into anything further, that was what I wanted to say."
"For?" She seethed, still not allowing herself to believe him.
"For having my son," Malfoy said sincerely. His shifted his eyes down to Scorpius, slightly frowning. "You could have aborted him early on. And, later, he nearly got adopted out."
Hermione nodded, swallowing down the ball of vile at the thought of that. She had to have been insane to even think about that. She loved her little boy, and, thanks to the Gods above, that option had fallen through.
"You're welcome," was all she said. She didn't know what else to say to his gratitude.
There was an awkward moment of silence before Malfoy cleared his throat, and scratched the back of his head. "So, what do we do now, Granger?"
Hermione sighed. "I don't know," she confessed.
"Where have you been staying lately? I tried going to your house, but you weren't there."
"I'll come back to it shortly," Hermione told him, refusing to tell him about her safe house.
"With Scorpius?"
"He's my son, so, yes, that was my plan," she answered, glancing at Malfoy to see him nodding in thought, biting his lip. "Are you going to try to take him from me?" She asked him in a quiet voice.
Malfoy's eyes met hers, and they stared at each other until he walked to Hermione, leaning up against the wall in front of her to face her. He silently eyed her over.
"What?" Hermione asked warily.
"I'm thinking..."
"About what though?"
"About the..." Malfoy tilted his head up, pressing the back of it to the wall, looking up at the ceiling. Hermione guessed that he was avoiding her eyes. He sighed. "About the bloody bond."
Oh, that. How could she ever get used to a magical force that would make her interested in Malfoy? She allowed her eyes to graze the sight of him. She was not attracted to him. She would swear it. But her dreams of him begged to differ. The Malfoy in her dreams was different than the one in reality though. He had to be. How else could she have feelings for that Malfoy, and not this one?
She heard him chuckle. "What makes you sport such a goofy look on your face, Granger?" He asked.
"Nothing," she answered quickly, ducking her head, thankful that, for once in her lifetime, her hair could serve a purpose and hide her blush. If Malfoy knew what she had been thinking, she'd die right on the spot, and HE would never let her forget it either. She was sure of that.
"We need to find out how long we can be separated before the bond forces us back together," she said suddenly.
"You best get used to the idea of having me around, because you're stuck with me. You know it, I know it, and anyone who has any sort of knowledge with bonds knows it."
"Well, that doesn't mean I have to like it!" Hermione huffed.
Malfoy laughed lightly. "You won't at the moment, but you will eventually."
"Aren't you upset at all by this?!" She demanded hotly.
He shrugged. "I am not going to say that I am completely happy with the arrangement, but there's not a thing that I can do to stop it, so what is the point in sniveling about it?"
He had a point. And she hated him for it.
"What are you going to do, Granger?"
"About what?"
"About your newly created family."
Hermione bit the inside of her cheek. It had been eight years since she had a person she could call her family. All of her friends were married now, and she felt lonely watching them with their own families. She was always welcome at their places, she knew that, but she always felt out of place, and didn't want to seem like she was imposing on anyone.
Malfoy waited patiently for her reply, still propped up against the wall, giving her a pointed look.
She sighed. That old saying came to her mind then; You can choose your friends, but you don't get to pick your family.
* / *
Granger was sexy when she was annoyed, Draco had discovered. He had not been able to stop himself from poking at her a little so he could hear her entertaining huff of irritation. He liked the way her eyebrows pressed closer together when she glared at him.
He couldn't have her too angry with him though, else she'd never come to a compromise. That's why he had thanked her. Not that he hadn't meant what he had said, but he had known it would catch her off guard, cooling her down.
He silently groaned to himself, and stopped himself from clenching his fists. It had been forever since he had bed a woman, and with Granger sitting right before him, looking as fine as ever (even though she was as much as a wreck as he currently was, neither having had bathed in the last couple of days), his mind wandered further than he would prefer it to at that moment.
Draco excused himself quickly, explaining that he needed to speak with his parents. "Maybe Scorpius will allow you to feed him while I'm gone, I doubt it though," he added before slipping out of the room. He smirked to himself, knowing that the comment had probably irked her a bit.
He made his way to the bathroom, shutting himself up in it, and casting some spells for privacy. He had a problem to take care of and it wasn't one to go away on its own.
Minutes later, he cleaned himself up, and fixed the wrinkles in his suit. He was thinking that it would be great to fuck a woman again. He was tired of using his hand. It wasn't the same as the wet, tight hole of a woman beneath him. He wanted to feel the bare skin of another body against his own. He was beginning to miss the sexual companionship that he used to have.
But it would be a while before he had that again. Draco knew that, because the only woman he'd ever get to fuck again was Granger, and it'd take a while for her to come to terms with the bond. He would have to find a way to quicken this though. He wanted her. He needed her. She may not be the woman he thought he'd end up with, but she wasn't a terrible one. There was definitely a long list of worse witches that he could have ended up with.
He shuddered at the thought, exiting the bathroom, looking like the Malfoy he had been born and raised as. He felt much better now. Respectfully clean, and tantalizing, smelling fresh.
"Good evening, son," his father drawled, meeting him at a corner.
"Father." He grinned. "You should see him," he said, speaking about Scorpius. "Merlin, he's amazing."
Father nodded, matching the grin. He set a hand onto Draco's shoulder, showing a bit of pride. "Excellent. When can we take him home?"
"Erm, we haven't gotten that far really," Draco told him quietly.
The hand dropped from Draco's shoulder and Father scowled. "He belongs to us, Draco, if she don't want to be part of the Malfoy family, that's her problem, but that boy is ours. And she will turn him into a bloody Gryffindor if we don't get him!" He hissed out the last bit, glancing around, as if afraid someone may have heard him.
"Father!" Draco gasped. "No Malfoy blood has ever been sorted outside of Slytherin! You are worrying over nothing."
"I am not! The odds of a Gryffindor raising a Slytherin are practically null! Especially a female one."
"I'll handle it." Draco sighed. "I want to be in my son's life, and I'll do anything to make that happen, but that's not going to happen if his mother thinks I'm some bloated, insensitive toad."
Father sneered down at him. "Just take the boy away from her already! She'll come crawling after him, having no choice but to, and then you'll have the both of them with little effort involved!"
"What then? We marry and she hates me for the rest of our lives because I forced her into it? Is that really the correct way, Father?" Draco lowered his voice. "I'd like to have a decent lifelong relationship, if you know what I mean. I am bound to Granger; it's not like I am able to go out I find relief elsewhere."
Father stiffened. He said nothing, an indication that he found validity in Draco's reasoning. He'd never openly admit it though, but Draco knew otherwise. Father never gave him compliments personally. The only praising that Draco ever received from the man was when he was bragging about his accomplishments to other people, trying to impress them.
"If I want to be happy, Granger must first be happy," Draco summarized.
"This is going to come and back fire on you, Draco."
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. "I really have no choice in the matter. I'd like to make the best of this bloody event. And, if you butt in much more, Mother is going to castrate you," he whispered the last bit.
Father licked his lips nervously, giving that a thought over. He let out a scoff. "Your ruddy mother," he grumbled. "She doesn't know what's best for you! Not like I do!"
Draco stood up straighter, inhaling deeply. "F-Father, I'd like to try it my way f-first. Then, if it doesn't work, I can... try it your way..."
His father's eyes shifted from him, pursing his lips in frustration. "How long are you going to give her?" He asked without looking at him.
Draco lifted up a shoulder. "A year? Perhaps two? If I show her how much I've changed, maybe I can persuade her into-" Draco paused, pressing his palm to his forehead. He shook his head. What was he thinking? Granger would never commit herself into any sort of relationship with him...
Merlin, he was never going to have sex again...!
"If you really care about all that cozy rubbish, just allow the bond to lead your way," Father suggested in a low voice. "I only ask that you don't allow her to take over everything that you have, Draco. There are somethings that a man should have control of."
"Like the decisions of his family's issues?" Draco asked snarkily.
"Precisely," he answered, ignoring Draco's tone. "It is a man's job as the head of the household."
"Granger is not the type of woman to allow such a thing..."
Father quirked up an eyebrow. "Then she should not have tangled with a Malfoy, hmm?"
Draco chuckled. "Have you given Mother this speech?"
He sniffed coldly. "Course not! I don't think I'd make it to the next day..."
Draco smirked. "Father, Granger is a Gryffindor, they may not stew on retaliation, but they do pack a punch when they attack. I am not sure I'd want to poke her enough to where she'd hex me. Her spells are awfully strong. I know her much better than you do."
Father sighed in defeat. "I suppose you're right."
"And acting like a complete arse has had it's repercussions, hasn't it, Father? You have yet to have been allowed to see Scorpius."
"You could have changed that, Draco," was the dark accusation.
"Sorry, Father, but it is your responsibility to create decent ties with people that will benefit you. I have a woman to try to keep happy now."
Father gave him a scandalized look. "She is more important to you than I am?"
"Granger is eventually going to be my wife one day. Since the creation of our son, she's been an important part of me, even if I didn't realize it at first. Right now, she and Scorpius are my top priority. You can handle yourself just fine, but I have a family now, and it is my responsibility to make sure that they are cared for."
His father tilted his head, giving him a strange look. "You've... become a man," he whispered in shock.
Draco nodded, giving it a thought. "In more ways than one."
Father cleared his throat uncomfortably. "What am I going to do, now that you..." he stopped to sniff, his eyes reddening with emotion. "... don't need me...?"
"I'll always need you," Draco assured him. "You're my father. There are still somethings that I can't go to Mother about. Every man needs his father."
Father set a hand onto Draco's shoulder again, giving it a squeeze. They exchanged smiles, before bursting out into awkward chuckles.
Draco went back to Granger's room shortly after. She was sleeping in the bed with Scorpius tucked in the crook of her arm,
Draco tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning up against the closed door, watching her sleep peacefully.
"I'm not asleep," she informed him, breaking the silence. Her eyes remained shut.
"Were you able to get him to eat?" Draco didn't move from where he stood at.
Granger giggled softly. "Yes, he ate like he was some starving ape."
"He might do that for a while," Draco warned her. "From his recent lack of eating."
"I figured as much. I don't care, though, I like seeing him eat."
"I think it's time that my father met his grandson." Draco blurted out suddenly.
Granger eyes met his, her brow furrowed. The action made Draco's lips twitch, thinking of thoughts he shouldn't have been. "Have you two come up with some scheme to kidnap him?" She asked carefully.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest and grunted, insulted by her accusation. "I've talked to him about that already. I would prefer not put my son through such unnecessary measures. We're adults, I'm sure we can work this all out."
"Then you have no problem with me taking him home tonight when I am omitted?"
"As long as you don't keep Scorpius from his rightful family," he said simply. "Which includes my father."
Granger closed her eyes again and nodded. "Alright..." she said very slowly. "I can't really argue with that."
"Great," Draco smiled in relief. He wasn't sure how much longer his father could stay sane from having Scorpius withheld from him. He walked to the opposite side of the bed that Granger was lounging on. "Would it be alright if I did that now? Father has been waiting around a while to see him."
"Yeah, that's fine." She sat up in the bed, stretching, and looking down at their sleeping son. "It's odd how quiet he's been."
"He's happy now." Draco carefully picked up Scorpius, still fearful that he was going to drop him. "I'll try to be back in an hour," he told her.
"Take your time. I'm going to clean up." Draco watched her eyes scan his attire. She said nothing, and he couldn't tell what she was thinking until that silly look come upon her face a second time that day.
If he was lucky, he wouldn't have to wait much longer for her to catch up with him on his explicit thoughts. Draco was sure she was having some of her own.
"Now what have I done?" She asked when she had noticed that he was grinning.
"Nothing," Draco quickly shrugged her off and made a hasty escape.
She was so naive. She wouldn't figure it out until it was much too late.
Father was eagerly waiting outside the room. He smiled widely when he seen Scorpius for the first time. "You can not deny that he's a Malfoy," he said as Draco handed the baby to him.
"Isn't he precious, dear?" Mother gushed, peeping over Father's arms to smile at Scorpius.
"Perfect..." he whispered, kissing the tiny forehead. "Absolutely perfect." Father pecked a quick kiss on Mother's cheek. He then looked at Draco, tilting his head appreciatively. "Well done, my son."
"Thank you, Father," Draco said, and he matched the smiles that both of his parents were making.

Review Responses from the last update:
obrten: My favourite story here is actually Ginny/Lucius, lol. It's called 'Shame's Desire' by wildkitsune. Lol at the make up sex comment :)
Starr: Glad you liked it:)
Anon: Who knows what the bond will do. That depends on what THEY do, heh!
Pickles: Sorry you were having sleeping issues, but I'm, happy that my story helped!
Trelweny: I'll probably do that later. *nods*. As far as Hermione, I see what I can do. This chapter has her pretty... accepting I guess. Not so I could be so understanding to my childhood bully- even if he has changed.
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Let There Be No More Curse