AN: I've made some changes to the story. And for those of you who have followed my story from the very beginning or read chapters 1-9 then you might want to reread so you don't get confused.
AN: I don’t own anything from Harry Potter.
They were sitting on a bench eating ice cream, watching the elephants running around in the dirt. Hermione had a strawberry sundae while Draco ate a chocolate cone. Crissy sat in Draco’s lap eagerly waiting for the delicious small bites of Strawberry ice cream Hermione kept feeding her.
“Mmmm!” Crissy kept humming everything she got a bite of the tart sweetness of the strawberry.
Draco held his ice cream cone down by his knee as he pointed towards the baby elephant playing in the water to Crissy. But Crissy had her eye on something else instead. It only took seconds for her to dive in, nose first into his chocolate ice cream cone. Instead of licking it like you were supposed to, she kept biting at it, trying to find the best angle to get the biggest bite. This only resulted in getting it all over her face.
Hermione burst out laughing at the mess Crissy made and Draco sat there in shock. Not at all prepared for Crissy to attack his ice cream cone like that.
Crissy licked her lips at the chocolaty goodness that coated the, “Mmmm!” she hummed loud.
It only took seconds for Draco to burst out laughing as well.
“Wait, don’t move.” Hermione said and reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a camera. “Say Cheese!”
Instead of smiling for the camera, Crissy grabbed ahold of his ice cream cone and dove in nose first once again. Draco was laughing so hard he couldn’t stay still enough to look at the camera. She took the picture, capturing this moment in time to cherish forever.
The scene changed.
They were no longer at the zoo. Instead it was just Hermione, a very pregnant Hermione along with Ginny and Pansy shopping in Diagon Alley for baby clothes. Hermione didn’t know if she was pregnant with Crissy or the new baby. But at the moment she didn’t care because she was too busy giggling uncontrollably each time Pansy or Ginny held up a ridiculously cute Halloween costume for little babies.
The scene changed again.
Hermione was no longer shopping with Ginny and Pansy. Instead she was in their backyard. But there was something different about it, there was a play-set built off to the side of the yard complete with a set of swings and a slide. A little giggling bundle of blonde curls went racing past her towards the swings. Crissy? She looked so much older maybe three or four?
“Be careful Crissy, remember to hold on with both hands.” She heard Draco warn her from behind.
“I know daddy, I’ll be careful.”
Hermione smiled to herself. Crissy was all grown up, walking and talking in full sentences. Draco walked up behind her and put his arms around her.
“Everything okay love?” He asked.
All she could do was nod as she watched their daughter play. A little hand tugged on the bottom of the shorts she was wearing. She looked down, into the biggest silver-blue eyes she had ever seen.
“Mummy can you push me on the swings?”
She couldn’t believe who she was seeing. They had a little boy. The unborn baby that was in her belly was a boy, she had a son. Who had pencil straight brown hair and silver-blue eyes.
“Of course.” She whispered trying not to cry.
“Declan, you can swing by yourself just like me!” Crissy yelled as she demonstrated how she could swing all by herself.
“But I like it when mummy or daddy pushes me.” Declan squealed as he ran for the second swing.
“Fine then, Daddy can you push me? I want to go up high.” Crissy asked never to be outdone by her little brother.
“Sure thing Princess.” Draco said as he grabbed Hermione’s hand and the two of them walked towards their children.
The scene changed once again.
Hermione was now lying in bed, perfectly warm under the covers. She knew immediately that she wasn’t wearing her over baggy sleep-shirt and sweat pants like she had been in the past couple of days, instead she was back in one of her silky, lacey negligées she had on the first morning they woke up together. But again she didn’t care because she loved the satiny feeling against her skin.
Her eyes were still closed and she didn’t want to wake up. An alarm clock started to go off softly near her side of the bed. She didn’t’ remember setting an alarm and didn’t feel like getting up to find out why it was going off.
Instead without opening her eyes she lazily reached out off to the side and tried to blindly shut it off. Lying on her back, with one arm stretch out to the still shrieking alarm, while her other laid under her pillow beneath her head. She was about to open her eyes to roll over and turn the damn alarm off when a warm heavy weight rolled on top of her and reached out and turned the alarm off.
And instead of rolling off her the person that belonged to the warm weight stayed right where he was. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know who it was. She could feel every inch of his body that was covering hers. And very aware of the heat radiating off his skin.
Opening her eyes slowly she came in contact with a pair of silver eyes staring down at her. She couldn’t move and didn’t want to move. She felt paralyzed under his intense gaze. He maneuvered himself between her legs, never once breaking eye contact.
Her arm that reached out to turn the alarm off was still stretched out next to her. His was too; he slowly traced his fingertips down her arm, lightly caressing the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist, down to the crook of the inside of her elbow. While his other hand somehow made its way under her silk teddy and slowly grazed up her hipbone to her waist and along her ribcage and traveling further up still.
Goosebumps raised on her skin though she wasn’t cold, but pleasantly warm and getting hotter still. Draco pressed his hips into hers which caused a moan to escape her lips, one she didn’t realize she was holding. She watched as his eyes darken with desire. Their breathing grew heavier; she could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest.
She wanted to reach out and touch him as he was touching her, but she just laid there letting him do the exploring of her body with his hands. He pressed his hips into hers again.
“Draco,” she whispered as she reached up with her hand to trace her fingertips along his jaw and over his lips.
He lowered his head so he was only a hairbrush way from her, his silver eyes boring down into hers. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move for fear it would break the intense magnetic pull between them. Then finally he closed the space between them and kissed her.
It was everything she imagined it would be like to be kissed by him. It was raw, intense and passionate. What little clothing they had on was quickly removed and laying in piles on the floor. Hands and lips were everywhere and the only sounds in the room were their gasps of breath and their moans of pleasure. She couldn’t believe this was happening and she never wanted it to end…
Hermione woke up with a start. Panting and her skin damp with sweat. Bloody hell, it had all been a dream…all of it. Well except the part about the zoo, that had been real and she had the picture to prove it, but everything else? Shopping with Pansy and Ginny, their children in the back yard, her and… Oh god it had all been a dream, but yet it felt so real. She still had goosebumps along her skin despite her now overheated body.
“Oh good your awake. Would you mind prying your hand off my arm? I think your cutting off my circulation with your iron like grip.” Draco said calmly above her.
Her hand flew off his arm as if she received an electric shock. Her head had been resting on his shoulder. Damn-it! Could they possibly spend one morning without one of them clinging onto the other? Just once? Her face was on fire and her body was overheated with the need to…to…do something she wasn’t sure and didn’t really want to find out with Malfoy laying there in bed next to her.
She rolled over until she was once again on her side of the bed. She let out a shaky breath, trying to decide what could be the best escape route out of this horribly embarrassing situation. She couldn’t believe she had a dream about Malfoy…a very vivid dream. And she couldn’t believe her body was reacting so strongly to it.
She prayed to god that she didn’t do or say anything out loud while she was asleep that would give away what she had been dreaming about to Malfoy. By the way he was laying there, hands laced behind his head with a smug expression on his face; he must have had some inkling to what was going through her head.
“Did you sleep well Granger?” He smirked.
“Shut up Malfoy!” she snapped.
“Hey I’m just trying to be civil here. And I simply wanted to know if you slept well or had any good dreams.”
“More like nightmares.” She muttered crossing her arms over her chest.
“It didn’t sound like a nightmare to me. In fact it seemed to me that you were enjoying whatever it was that you were dreaming about…very much.” He said sounding as if he was trying hard not to laugh.
Her stomach dropped, could she be any more humiliated? “I didn’t question or mock your actions yesterday morning. So I’d appreciate it if you just forget anything ever happened and never mention it again. And I’ll do the same.”
He sighed. “Touché. But if it happens again I can promise you, I won’t just forget it next time.” He smirked as he climbed out of bed and walked towards the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
Seconds later she heard the water running in the shower. She scrubbed a hand over her face, he skin still felt hot. What was wrong with her? Oh god what had she said? What did she do? She must have done something to tip off Malfoy, because it was pretty obvious that he knew exactly what kind of dream she had been dreaming about.
She didn’t know whether to run around the neighborhood a few times until she cooled off or curl up in a ball and cry. If she thought her hormones were going haywire before then she was sadly mistaken. She felt shaky and needy, full of adrenaline, and she didn’t know what to do about it.
Hermione got out of bed, because she didn’t want to still be here when he was finished showering. She quickly changed into a t-shirt and jeans. Either her clothes were shrinking or she was getting bigger. She figured it was the getting bigger part. Her t-shirt kept riding up about her belly and she had to leave the top button undone on her jeans, otherwise she couldn’t breathe. She left the bedroom to go wake up Crissy.
Draco cursed under his breath as the icy cold water hit his overheated skin. Why did he have to be the first one to wake up this morning? If he had just stayed asleep, then he would have never witnessed Hermione withering next to him, against him in her sleep. Her heard her moaning and immediately thought she was in pain or maybe that something had been wrong with the baby. So he became wide awake rather quickly only to find out that she wasn’t moaning in pain but in something else altogether.
She kept running her foot up and down his leg and kept pressing her body into to him. He would have woken her up, but he was enjoying it too much, mainly because he could finally have something on her to mock her with later on…or so he kept telling himself that. He had no idea she even had it in her, here he thought she was this prude, innocent schoolgirl. But instead she was this fiery vixen rubbing herself all over him like a kitten.
It took everything in him not to roll her over on her back and ravish her then and there. Even after she woke up, he still had to keep his strong urge to just take her under control. He surprised even himself how calmly he acted about the entire thing.
Damn-it, taking a cold shower wasn’t doing a damn thing to cool down his body. If he thought he could control his attraction around her before then he was absolutely doomed now. Just witnessing her purring like a kitten next to him, even if she wasn’t dreaming about him would be etched in his memory forever.
Hermione sat at the table feeding Crissy some yogurt and bits of cereal. She had her pregnancy book sitting in her lap. She was thumbing through it, stopping on the chapter about what your body is experiencing week by week. Under the 8-12 weeks, it said to expect strange cravings for sweet, sour, and sometimes spicy foods. Check. That would explain her sudden craving for pickles.
It went on about experiencing fatigue, morning sickness, headaches, mood swings…blah, blah, blah. All of this she already knew and was experiencing. She read a part where it said sometimes you will experience having bizarre dreams at night, usually sexual in nature, sometimes it would be about the baby or going into labor and having the baby, and sometimes they could be about you imagining what your baby is going to look like after it’s born.
Great so having erotic sex dreams was supposed to be a common thing, just brilliant. Having one was bad enough, but having more than one was not good. Not good at all. And why did it even have to be about him? Why couldn’t it be with someone else who didn’t have the last name of Malfoy or someone who didn’t make her life a living hell the past 8 years?
She went on to read, that during this time in your pregnancy it is normal for you to feel sexually frustrated since your hormones are all out of whack. It’s perfectly safe for couples to have sex while pregnant. Some studies even recommend that couples engage in sexual activity in the early stages of pregnancy. It helps to rekindle relationships and helps make your partner or spouse feel needed. You’ll find yourself feeling less moody, anxious, and irritable with a little bit of TLC and cuddle time with your partner.
She shut the book with a smack, what a bunch of rubbish. Why did everything have to be about sex, it was on her brain constantly as of late, she didn’t need a book to help encourage her to act on her impulses. She shut her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. She was starting to get a headache.
“We’re almost out of milk.”
Hermione gasped and almost fell out of her chair; she didn’t hear him walk in the kitchen. “Add it to the list then.” She said impatiently.
She didn’t want to deal with him now. Putting the book back on the table she picked up her dirty dishes and took them over to the sink.
“Someone sounds grumpy. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed Granger? Oh wait, that’s right you d…”
“Shut up Malfoy!”
“I think mummy’s in a bad mood.” Draco told Crissy as he walked over to the dining table and sat down.
Hermione just chose to ignore him, maybe if she did, he would just leave her alone. Fortunately it worked; he didn’t bother her again for most of the day. Of course she never gave him a chance too. She kept herself busy by cleaning the house or hiding away in the privacy of the office inside their home, studying more of the baby books and waiting around for Candlewicks reply. Luckily he also kept busy entertaining and watching over Crissy. While she avoided him.
Draco watched out of the corner of his eye as Hermione ran around the house doing random things. After their little episode earlier in the morning she had barely uttered more than three words to him.
There was so much tension in the air between them, good and bad, now after everything that has happened in the last couple of days. It was started to make him a bit crazy. And it was clearing affecting her as well, since she had been avoiding him like the plague all day. Yet every now and then he would catch her staring at him and when he would catch her eye, she would look away immediately as a pink blush crept up along her cheeks.
At least he had Crissy to keep him distracted otherwise he didn’t know what he might have been capable of doing when it came to Hermione Granger. It was getting to the point that it seemed completely ridiculous, he felt like a predator stocking his prey, constantly aware of every move she made.
Once it came time to put Crissy down for her afternoon nap, he decided it was now or never to find out once and for all, whether whatever it was he was feeling was real or not. He followed Hermione into the room next to the kitchen where she was busy folding laundry. Her back was turned towards him so she didn’t see him enter in behind her.
He walked up to her until he was less than an arm’s length away from her. He reached up and pulled the clip out of her hair, something he’s wanted to do for a long time and watched as her hair fell gracefully around her shoulders just as he imagined it would.
She gasped in surprise and whirled around to face him. “Jeeze’s Malfoy. Your scared the hell out of me.”
She whacked him in the arm with a sock that she had been holding. “Did you need something?” she eyed him nervously, obviously sensing that he was up to something.
“Yeah I do actually.” He smirked but tried to stay calm so he would do anything stupid making her want to bolt.
“Where’s Crissy?” she asked trying to look around him.
He stepped closer, causing her to step back. “She’s sleeping.”
“Oh my gosh, I completely lost track of time. I’ll just…” she tried to step around him but he caught her.
“She’s already asleep. So if you go back in there to check on her she’ll just wake up and then it would be impossible for her to go back to sleep.” If she thought she could get away from him then she was mistaken.
“Fine,” she turned so she was facing away from him again. “So what did you need?”
He could tell her breathing had changed and her cheeks were flushed. “I need to ask you a favor.”
Her shoulders stiffened. “What kind of favor?” she asked nervously still not turning around.
“Turn around Hermione.” He said trying to soften his voice as much as he could.
She huffed out a sigh and if he wasn’t mistaken heard her curse under her breath and turned around crossing her arms over her chest, clearly putting up her guard around him. “What do you want Malfoy?”
He stepped forward crowding her personal space until she was backed up against the wall. Leaning in so he was able to put his hands on the wall next to her head, boxing her in.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
Her eyes widened. “Are you mad?” she asked trying to move away from him, but he stopped her by leaning in closer.
“Possibly.” He murmured looking at her lips. “It’s probably a mistake, but I need to know once and for all if this is real or not.”
“If what’s real or not?”
“Whatever the hell is going on between us? This maddening attraction. I can’t figure out if it’s because were stuck in this situation together or if it’s actually real? And right now the only thing I can think about is what you taste like.”
She sucked in a breath and her chocolate eyes widened even more.
“And I know you want to kiss me too.”
“Why do you think that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Because you’re breathing rapidly, your cheeks are flushed and you keep looking towards my lips. Admit Granger. You want to kiss me just as much as I want to kiss you.” His heart was pounding, he knew this was a mistake but he couldn’t stop.
“This is completely mental Malfoy.” She said crossing her arms tighter around herself.
“Fine then prove it. If you don’t feel anything towards me, then kiss me and we’ll see if it’s nothing or not.”
“And what if it’s not nothing?” she whispered.
He thought about it. “Then I’m sleeping on the sofa tonight.”
He took his time moving in closer to her, studying her jawline, her pert nose with a dusting of freckles across it, her full lips and her large brown eyes that had darken from a milk chocolate to a dark chocolate color and were watching him nervously. He lifted one of his hands from the wall to her face.
She jerked a little. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you.” He murmured as he cupped her cheek and leaned over her.
The palm of his hand slid to the back of her neck as his fingers tangled into her hair, his lips drawing closer and closer to her. He positioned himself so she was completely surrounded by him.
She let out a sigh. “Just get it over…”
He cut her off with his lips and pulled her closer to him. Mistakes shouldn’t feel like this, mistakes should feel like torture and just plain wrong. And yet the second his lips touched hers all his frustrations and anxiety over this just disappeared. He pulled her closer to him, pressing her chest against his as she opened her lips and surrendered to his kiss. What started as a soft press of his lips against hers turned into a series of long demanding, delicious kisses. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth to taste her. Pure heaven was all he could think of to describe it.
She moaned a little and dropped her guarded stance. She put her hands on his shoulders, her fingers gripping his shirt in her fist as if she wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull him closer to shove him away. After several moments later of exploring each other’s mouths he finally pulled away breaking the kiss. He cursed under his breath and leaned his forehead against hers and looked at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded and slightly glassy and her lips were red and puffy.
“I was afraid of that. Honestly I was hoping you’d be a sloppy kisser.”
She became alert and pushed him away. “You kissed me hoping I would be bad at it?”
He ran a hand through his hair, “Well yeah. It would have made my life a lot easier if you had been.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and let out a disgusted grunt, then grabbed the laundry basket full of clean cloths and shoved passed him leaving him alone in the laundry room.
“What did I say?” he called after her.
But she didn’t answer. Okay so he lied. He really didn’t kiss hoping she would be rubbish. He kissed her because he bloody well wanted to. And didn’t know how, but he knew before his lips touched hers that she would be perfect at it. He had to stay in the laundry room for a few moments before he left to compose himself. His hands, his whole body was shaking so badly, he had to lean against the wall for fear he would shatter into a million pieces on the floor.
Hermione practically ran to the bedroom, short of breath and pulse racing as she kept a white knuckle grip on the laundry basket in front of her. Dropping it on the large bed she ran into the bathroom shutting and locking the door behind her. What the bloody hell just happen? Not only did she let Malfoy kiss her, she had an entire snogging session with him. In the laundry room no less.
And the ass was just using her as always, kissing her just to prove to himself that he was right and that she was bad at it just as he suspected. She walked over to the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was on fire, eyes bright, lips red and swollen and her hair all askew. She turned on the tap and let the cold water run over her hands then splashed some on her face and neck to cool off her overheated skin.
She knew the minute she saw him in the laundry room behind her what he wanted. And she wanted him to kiss her the second he suggested it. She wanted to scream yes and fling herself at him. Thankfully she managed to keep her hormones under control enough to keep some dignity about her.
She could not believe that the first actual kiss she experienced with anyone had to be from none other than Draco Malfoy. And the worst part was she enjoyed it…a lot…to much actually. Yet she couldn’t tell if it was real or not, for all she knew it could be all her pregnancy hormones that were causing her to enjoy it so much.
But she did know that it couldn’t happen again. No matter how much she wanted it to…they just couldn’t because it would ruin everything. Once she got herself under control she unlocked the door and walked out.
“Ahh!” she yelled when she saw him in the bedroom poking through the laundry. “Stop doing that!”
He raised his eyebrows in question. “Stop doing what?”
“Sneaking up on me like that. You need to start wearing a bell or something so I can hear you coming.”
“I didn’t sneak up on you. I just walked in here as you were coming out of the loo. Would you prefer it if I announced myself every time I enter a room?”
She glared at him and snatched the laundry basket away from him, needing something to do with her hands. “Don’t you have something else better to do besides watch me fold laundry?” And torturing me, she thought to herself.
He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at her. “Since Crissy’s still napping, I can think of a lot of things I liked to be doing right now.”
Her cheeks flared up and she could feel him staring at her. “No Malfoy.” She said standing her ground; she was not going to fall for his bait this time. “What happened back there cannot happen again.”
He sat down at the edge of the bed, still not dropping his smirk. “Why not Granger?”
“You know perfectly well why not. Absolutely nothing good could come from it and it would just complicate everything and make everything…” she couldn’t think of the right words.
“Complicated.” He provided for her and smirked when she glared at him again.
“Exactly. It’s just a bad idea all around.”
He kept staring at her, probably hoping she would submit to him and throw herself at him, and when she didn’t he sighed. “Fine then, it was worth a shot.” And got up to walk out the room, before turning around once he got to the door. “Don’t forget we have to be at Blaise and Pansy’s in a couple of hours.” Then left her alone with the laundry.
And sadly she was left all hot and bothered all over again. Damn him!
AN: Hope you like the chapter. I've made some changes to the story so if you haven't already you might want to reread from the beginning so no one gets confused.