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Draco loved Hermione. He loved the way she looked in the morning, eyes bleary, hair a mess and lips all pouty. He loved the way she used little notes he would write when he was thinking about her as her book marks. He loved how witty her sense of humor was, only when he was not on the receiving end of her teases. He loved that anytime she kissed him he could tell when she wanted; just a kiss, a cuddle or sex. He loved that she’d eat his jar of fizzing whizbees but always replace them before the stash got too low. He loved when she smiled, gods, especially when it was directed at him.
Draco loved Hermione so much that he was willing to endure the most obnoxious event of the year: A Potter Family Birthday Party.
He had successfully avoided it the last three years, missing the first birthday event largely due to the fact they were still a new couple and both were unsure of how to handle telling their friends. Then Draco missed the next year since he had made plans to visit Blaise and Theo for the weekend that just so ‘happened’ to fall during the same weekend as the first born of Harry Potter. Last year, Draco had paid the Manor house elf a full week of vacation if he popped in worriedly to his and Hermione’s home to panickedly express there was a ‘cursed teapot that was filling the kitchen with water,’ rendering unavailable for the entirety of the day as he help his mother.
Hermione had bought the lie and easily excused him for the day’s festivities. Missing out on the parties once was a coincidence, twice was a pattern, so now, if Draco didn’t want his lovely girlfriend to suspect him of foul play, he’d have to attend She-Weasel’s and their second son’s first birthday today.
He was more nervous than annoyed. He knew how much Hermione loved Harry’s kids, kids in general really. She had plenty pictures of the chubby boys and gushed over them anytime she visited the family. Draco had never really been around kids, never feeling a strong paternal feeling towards having them. He knew should he ever have them, he’d love them fiercely, but the thought of him as a father right now just seemed…unappealing.
Hermione couldn’t wait. She would drop hints about how eager she’d be to become a mum. Draco would laugh at her excitement, trying to understand what the big deal was.
“Wouldn’t you want to get married first?” He said, playing with a strand of her curls. Hermione shrugged, head in his lap, legs in a blanket.
“Honestly it doesn’t matter to me. Wedding first, child first. They’ll both happen eventually when the time is right.” She said plainly then looked up at him from her book. “If I know this is what I want—a life with you, a family with you—then I don’t really care what I get first. As long as it’s with you.”
He was momentarily in awe at her explanation. Hermione had always been one for planning things, but to hear her so casually remark that she wanted a life with him forever made his stomach flip. He grinned widely and bent down awkwardly to kiss her forehead.
“I still think a wedding first would be more proper.” He said and she laughed.
“What if I wanted a child first?” She countered and Draco shook his head at her.
“You’re worrying me. I think I’ll start handling the contraceptives.” He joked, but in the back of his mind he thought he may have to with how much her baby fever was rising. It was particularly bad the week leading up to Ginny and Albus’ birthday party. They had gone shopping together for new winter clothes for Albus as his present. Hermione cooed and gushed over every single holiday onesie she saw. Draco literally had to drag her away from the aisles just so they wouldn’t buy the entire section of one year old clothes.
The day of the party Draco didn’t know what to expect. They had floo’d to the Potter’s residence which was already loud with conversation from attendees and the mix of toys and laughter from the kids running rampant through the house.
Draco was good on kids for at least another five years.
“Since you were nine months pregnant last year I didn’t think it appropriate to gift this to you. But now that you’re decent again, here.” Draco handed Ginny the envelope, a present from both he and Hermione.
Ginny and Harry opened it, eyes widening and smiles bright on their faces.
“Gods! A vineyard tour and all expenses paid dinner?” Ginny read aloud and Hermione beamed.
“Which comes with a free day of us babysitting the boys. Portkey leaves next Saturday at ten in the morning and returns at ten at night.” Hermione smiled and Ginny and Harry both hugged her while expressing their thanks. Harry shook hands with Draco and gave him a half hug, while Ginny reached up on her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Malfoy babysitting the boys? Something I’d actually like to see.” Ginny raised a brow.
“If Potter can be a father I can definitely excel at being a babysitter.” He shot back and Harry jokingly glared while Hermione slapped his chest lightly.
“Where are the boys?” Hermione excitedly asked.
“Ron’s holding Albus. James is outside playing with Victoire and Freddie. I think Charlie and George are playing tag with them.” Harry said, peering over his shoulder to their backyard where a few more guests were and where the kids played.
“Ooh. I’ll go join them.” Hermione said and snuck off. Draco almost rolled his eyes but Ginny caught his line of vision as Harry went to help Molly in the kitchen.
“So no family disasters or emergency meetings you have today so you can avoid being here?” Ginny prodded and now Draco did roll his eyes.
“Those were all legitimate. Why would I want to miss a stimulating evening surrounded by Gryffindors and screaming, sticky children?” The heavy sarcasm in his tone made her laugh.
“Well thanks for coming. I’ll be very interested to see how you handle today.” She replied.
“What’s there to handle? I’m very good at avoiding people and only speaking to those I want to speak with. As a matter of fact, I need to discuss a new muggle object with your father. Think he knows what bungee jumping is?” Draco brushed past Ginny’s shoulder to find Arthur and leave the birthday girl, but instead he came face to face with Hermione walking back into the house, holding a smiling Albus on her hip.
Draco halted. It felt like a gust of wind had just blown past his face, making him alert of the only one thing and it was in front of him. Hermione smiled down at the child, rubbing her nose back and forth over his and laughing when he waved his small, stout arms about in delight. She did it again and again, walking past Draco like he didn’t even exist. Her attention was only on Albus.
When he turned his head to watch his girlfriend walk to grab a sippy cup for the child and head back outside, he felt his chest tighten. He was vaguely aware of Ginny beside him, both now standing at the glass door, watching Hermione with Albus in her lap as she fondly looked on to the other kids.
“I meant handling that. ” She said, looking directly at Hermione. “Her baby fever can only be described as one thing: contagious.”
Draco breathed deeply, the corner of his mouth turning upwards as Albus grabbed the ends of her hair and waved it frantically around, still drinking his juice. Hermione laughed and let the baby tug with her hair. He stared, body filling with warmth and wholesomeness at their adorable interaction.
For the remainder of the party, Draco quietly observed her. Playing with the kids, holding them, talking to them. She talked to the kids more than the adults, her rationale being ‘they were more fun.’ His stomach hadn’t stopped twisting since he saw Albus in her arms, and his heart strings were pulling so hard he thought he was going into cardiac arrest.
Gods, this is what he’d been missing the last couple years? Seeing this beautiful witch and her maternal side, caring for the innocent, living to make them laugh and smile. She looked profoundly happy, perfect even, and it suddenly all clicked for Draco.
This would be his. Forever. She said it. He wanted it. His, forever. With his kids. Their children.
A tiny blonde boy with dark brown eyes laughing as his mother swung him around. A little girl with unruly curls and bright blue eyes begging him to spin her around while she sat atop his shoulders. Theirs. Together.
At some point, she had coerced him into joining them, not that it took much convincing since he was still so entranced by her and her caring nature. Draco tentatively stepped onto the grass, knowing a majority of the adults were curiously watching him, wondering what he’d do next.
“Can you do the spins with James and Victoire? I’m getting a bit tired.” She requested, her cheeks flushed from running around with the kids all afternoon. Draco looked back at the children who were waiting with wide eyes, looking back between him and their beloved Aunt.
“Um, sure.” He replied hesitantly. Hermione grinned at him and kissed his cheek. She told the kids Draco would play with them for now until she got back, they both nodded, then James reached his arms up to him.
“Up.” He requested softly.
Draco bent at the waist, holding the child under his armpits and looked down to make sure Victoire was a safe distance away before he started twirling them like he saw Hermione do.
James began squealing loudly, so high pitched that Draco slowed down thinking something was wrong, only to realize his squeals were followed by laughter. When he set him down, James tried taking off in a run but wobbly fell over from being dizzy after two steps. Draco smiled and chuckled a bit, finding the attempt so silly. He felt someone tug his arm.
“My turn! My turn!” Victoire requested, holding her arms up as well. Victoire was two years older, so she was a bit heavier than James, but Draco easily spun them in circles, listening to her laughs and giggling along with her.
Victoire was set down and fell over immediately, laughing as she laid in the grass.
Draco picked up James, did the same thing, watched him try to run to his mom before falling over. He alternated between spinning the two until Freddie came along and asked to join. He was now rotating between spinning children so fast they couldn’t walk for the next fifteen minutes. He grew dizzy himself and toppled over, the four of them all giggling. James crawled on his belly, pushing on his stomach like he was giving him CPR.
“Again! Again! Up!” He said and Draco shook his head, sitting up and placing James conformably between his legs.
“No, no more for now. I’m too tired and I’ll be sick.” He told them and Victoire and Freddie pouted. “We’ll play some more later but I need a rest right now, okay?”
They nodded and then Harry announced to gather around the patio to sing Ginny and Albus a Happy Birthday. Draco stood off the ground and found Hermione staring at him intently, her eyes warm and lips formed into a half smile.. He walked over to her with raised eyebrows.
“What’s that look for?” He asked, accepting the glass of water from her. Hermione smiled and shook her head, leading them around the table so they could begin singing. She wrapped her arm around his back, leaning her head on his shoulder as they sang.
He continued playing with the kids but much preferred when they would give him a break since they could be a bit relentless. It also gave him time to watch Hermione with them. Her smile was so large and joyous. The way her eyes lit up at anything they said just made his heart soar. The party would be winding down soon and Draco was counting down the moments he would finally be able to touch his witch.
He nearly had to dash away from the party. Freddie begged him to stay longer to do more spins and Victoire pouted when Hermione told them they were leaving. Draco chuckled at their reactions, his heart swelling that they actually found him enjoyable. The day had gone far better than he imagined, and having the children’s favor made him proud.
Draco watched Hermione give a very long hug to James who seemed content in being softly swayed in his Godmother’s arms. She gave Albus a long cuddle as well, kissing his bald head before handing him over to Harry. Visions of a little blonde boy and girl filled his thoughts again, wondering how soon was too soon to bring up marriage and attempting to conceive with her once they left.
The couple finally made their escape, flooing into their much quieter home that suddenly felt a bit too large.
“Have fun?” Hermione asked, heading into their room to change. Draco followed on her heels.
“Surprisingly.” He said honestly.
Hermione smirked at him as she removed her shoes, a classic know it all expression.
“See I told you these parties are fun.” She said, shimmying out of her jeans. Draco watched with a fire in his eyes.
“They were only tolerable because of the kids.” He said, taking a step deeper into their room. Hermione grinned.
“Aren’t they just the sweetest? And they absolutely adored you.” She said, her jumper and knickers still on as she approached him. She snuck her hands around his waist and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. Draco relished the proximity he had been craving all day, hugging her close. “Thank you. I loved having you there with me.”
Draco stared down, still high on the feeling of seeing his girlfriend act outrageously maternal, his vision glossy as he thought about their future. He bent down to kiss her sweetly, something slow that made her hum into his mouth.
More visions of her telling him she was pregnant appeared in his mind. Hermione’s stomach growing each month, her smile as they held their newborn. Her words replaying. A life with him, a family with him. Him. him. Him only. She was his only. Wanting his kids only.
Oh fu—
“I get it now.” He said pulling away, blood rushing south. Hermione peered up at him, eyes twinkling. His chest tightened again. “Your baby fever. It makes sense.”
She smiled, lifting a brow that looked far more enticing than it should have been.
“Oh yeah? I’m glad you’ve said that because after today, the fever has spread.” She said, pulling him closer to her. Draco was already half hard, her little smile aiding in his poor torture. “You look hot with kids. The thought of you being a dad is very arousing.”
Draco smiled at the revelation, his hands gripping her arse as he grinded his hips forward. Hermione let out a small gasp of surprise as she felt him. He pushed them forward, right to the end of their bed.
“I have been thinking of you being the mother to my kids all bloody day. And I’d like to do something about it.” He confessed breathlessly, half aware of his words, half aware of his erection.
Hermione’s mouth parted and before she could ask any questions or gauge the seriousness of the statement, Draco's lips slanted over hers, tongue pushing inside to taste. With a synchronized groan from both their throats, Hermione threw her body backwards, anxious to have him over her.
Draco’s fingers hooked through her knickers, sliding them off as Hermione moved upwards to their pillows and removed her jumper. Draco shredded his clothes, quickly undoing any piece of clothing they had on so he could feel their skin flushed.
Hermione kissed him back with a fever only he recognized. She was impossibly hot and ready to be fucked. Her tongue dipped deeper and deeper into his mouth, never satisfied with the split seconds their mouths rested apart as they kissed. She was clinging to his body, her hands and legs sliding and rubbing to feel every remaining inch of skin. Her hips rolled upwards, running her slickness up his shaft, causing a rippling gasp to leave his mouth.
Draco pulled back with dark eyes, his witch naked and desperate under him and they had barely just begun. He loved her like this, so willing for him, for his cock. Needing him for her pleasure, pleasure only he would give her, now and forever.
With the last thought, Draco growled and attached his lips and teeth to her neck. The desire to have her coated in everything that was him stronger than ever. His saliva on her neck, his teeth marks and bruises over her breasts, fingerprints on her hips and arse, seed inside her wet cunt.
His cock jumped when she rolled her hips again, whimpering sounds causing him to blackout for a moment and lose all sense of anything else around them. It was only her. Him and her forever, until they’d be three. Then four, maybe even five if she’d want it.
“Draco—“ She sobbed when his teeth ran over her nipple, his heavy breath making it peak. “Please, I need to feel you.”
Pulling away with wet lips and an achingly hard cock, Draco lifted to his knees and looked down at her to take her in. Hair sprawled and messy from his hands, eyes glittering with lust and lips red from his mouth. Gods he was so in love and so desperate to make her completely his.
He pulled her legs over his waist and leaned down, capturing her mouth for a long and needy kiss. Hermione’s hands held onto his biceps, moving to scratch down his back as he lined himself up into her soaking center. Draco’s hands engulfed her frame, lifting her hips to sink in deeper. With a push, he connected them. Her satiated exhale ringing through his ears, along with the sounds of her lips kissing his lobe.
“So beautiful like this.” He mumbled, pulling away to look at while he thrusted. “Taking me so well, so full of me.”
Hermione moaned, his cock evidently harder than usual. The tip of him already hitting her cervix to make a slightly sharp pain pull in her abdomen. But every time his hips canted back, ready to impale her again, his cock would drag along her walls in a way that felt most divine.
“Can’t wait until you’re mine forever.” He whispered, kissing her neck. Hermione moaned loudly, her walls clenching at his promise. Draco’s pace increased. “Is that something you want, love?”
“Yes, yes please.” She sighed, stretching her neck so he would move to her sweet spot that always made her shiver.
“Say it for me.” He requested softly, but his command was still authoritative.
“I want to be yours, I want you forever.” She said easily. Her eyes blinked open as he leaned back. His gaze staring at her lips, entranced at the words they just spoke. He hardly felt lucid, something taking over him as she repeated the sentence one more time.
“Only yours, Draco.” His chest felt like it would break with emotion and his skin was so sensitive that he was sure if she kissed him just once, he would find his climax.
He thrusted harder, her nails digging into his skin and trying to get him closer, Draco kept himself on his elbows, cradling her head, keeping his lips just out of reach. His wet cunt so warm and inviting. Swallowing his cock whole, the perfect place to empty his seed.
“You’ll be mine forever.” He whispered, lips just touching as he spoke. “I have you now as my girlfriend, but soon my fiancé and then I’ll have you as my wife, and then as the mother of my kids.”
Hermione reached up, sobbing when he kept his mouth out of reach.
“Everyday I’ll make love to you.” He promised and a sharp gasp tore through her throat when he cock pushed into her so deep, the thrust emphasizing his words. “Until one day, you’ll be pregnant with my children.”
“Gods, yes yes, please.” She begged.
“You want that Hermione?” He questioned, going insane as her lips still hovered below his. His cock was throbbing and her walls were so inviting.
“Fuck so much Draco. I want to have your kids.” She sobbed as he withheld from her, but he was driving into her so fast she was seeing stars. Her thighs circled his hips to the point they were surely stuck that way.
“Feel where my cock is Hermione. You’re so good at taking me.” He groaned. “I’m going to fill you.”
He could feel her squeeze her walls, his head hitting her canal. Thinking about coming inside her made his thighs shake, his breathing stuttered.
“Yes! Gods keep going.” She panted, Draco talking over her lips, letting them brush as he continued to talk through both their peaks.
“I’m going to cum in you. You’re not going to take a contraceptive after.”
“I won’t, I won’t.” She cried.
“I want you to be dripping down your leg, you're so full of me. And then I’ll push it back in when I fuck you again”
Her inhales grew louder and louder, building up to the finale, both ready to tumble over the edge together. Draco kissed her once, both heavily breathing through their noses, mouths suffocating each other. Her hands grabbed his hair and Draco fingers held tightly onto her hips.
“Yes—I’m right—there.” She panted.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum. I want you full of my seed—fuck!” He grunted hoarsely, his body tight with tension, waiting to feel her release first.
“Yes, Draco! Please fill me, cum in me.” Hermione said, her back arching as her peak was reached, a fire ready to explode within.
“Gonna—fuck—make you the mother of my kids.”
“Draco!” She wailed, followed by a loud cry as her walls shattered around him, tightening and releasing on his cock as she came. Draco held her close as he thrusted once more, holding himself so deep inside her that his sperm hit her cervix immediately. The strength of her orgasm made his just as grand and soon, he emptied inside of her completely.
With tiny thrusts to ensure everything was taken, Draco took the opportunity to place kisses over Hermione’s bare shoulders. She sighed dreamily, running her hands through his hair, lightly rubbing his back. He was overly sensitive and it didn’t help that she was still fluttering around him. He smiled a bit, knowing her body was still trying to take everything he gave her.
This was bliss. Life with her was absolute blissful. Wrapped up in each other’s arms, no thoughts except how good it felt to be with one another. He really wanted this forever, with her, forever.
Draco remained half hard inside her, thinking he may be able to go for another round quickly but when he pulled up from her shoulder to look down at her, he saw her sleepy and exhausted smile. His heart twisted, and he slowly leaned down for a kiss, needing her to know how much he loved her.
Hermione hummed contently, hands holding his face, grinning with a small giggle when he kissed the tip of her nose. For a moment, they both stared. Brown eyes exploded with tired satisfaction, gray eyes soft in adoration. She carefully bent up to give a tender peck.
“Did—I know it was in the moment but, do you not want me to perform a contraceptive charm—“
“No.” Draco shook his head, leaning down to rest his head under her chin. “Don’t. If that’s alright with you.”
He could feel her jaw subtly move into a smile, but he heard it in her response.
“That’s alright with me.” She sighed, still gently rubbing his back. “Are you going to be able to go through with your old proper customs if you knock me up before we marry?”
Draco grinned, pushing his hips inside her and basking in the gasp she emitted.
“I don’t care anymore. If I have you forever then sod the rest.” He told her and Hermione let out a small huff. She kissed him, letting him thrust into her slowly, making her feel every inch before they both found their climaxes again.
Draco Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Jean Granger
Request the pleasure of your company
At their bonding through marriage ceremony
on
January 1st, 2008
Half past three in the afternoon
Malfoy Manor
Reception to follow
In lieu of a wedding gift, the couple asks you to provide something for their expected son, Scorpius Emerson Granger-Malfoy, due to be born on July 1st 2008