Draco watches Hermione closely over breakfast. Watches every bite she takes, watches every time she swallows her pickles and peanut butter on toast. It's unnerving as hell, but it'snice, too. Knowing she is helping his son grow.
Hermione woke up with one of Draco's hands spread over her stomach like a starfish, and the other cupping her thigh, fingers curled loosely around her through her pajama shorts. Behind her,Draco pressed closely against her, and she could feel the beat of his heart with every breath Draco took; it was all Hermione could do to keep from waking her husband wiggling forward and trying to free herself from him. Because she really need to go to the loo. . It'd been a close thing, getting out of that bed and out of that room, and into his bathroom, before she pee'd in her shorts.Draco laughed as soon as the bathroom door shut..he loved when she had to fight him to get away.
Draco swallows another bite of cereal and watches a small smile play across his face.
Lucius throws a toast crust at him. "Son listen to me."
Hermione misses it when Dracp switches his gaze to Lucius. "Hmm? What, Father?"
"Son. You're staring. Hermione doesn't have anything wrong with her face.. Just same face she's had all along."
"No, I know." Draco looks at her again and that tingling he felt last night starts spreading through him again.
"Then, what the hell?" Lucius laughs and throws another toast crust toward Draco, and Narcissa slaps his hand.
"Lucius Malfoy, that's my toast you're tossing. Hands off."
"Pardon me , Wife." But Lucius pulls his hands away, eyeing Narcissa warily.
"Leave him alone, Lucius." Narcissa pokes her husband in the side, and Draco pokes him in the other side, and in between snorts and snarls, Hermione catches Lucius looking between her and Draco, and smiling.
There's something different, this morning. And not just on her end, not just because of the wonderful night last night. The connection between The Malfoy's and herself has grown. There's had been an air of expectancy, for a while, now, she thinks, and suddenly, it's materialized into a bond that she never wanted to break. She feels it, almost a living presence, whenever one of them looks at her. It's a tingle of something hot and cool all at once, ghosting over her skin, rippling along her pregnant nerve endings. It's familiar, and not, and Hermione wants to reach out and grasp it, but it remains just a bit too elusive.
She was mark as one of them .The Malfoy crest was hers too now. She could pass it on to Xavier.
Draco's plan is to get to Ron's little help if he can get Ginny away
from his family maybe Ron will back off.Draco feels if he can break Ron
the youngest male Weasley would back off..
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"Mione'. You're staring at him again." This time it's Pansy, and they're half an houraway from aonther dinner party, chilling in the ballroom, and she bites her tongue to keep from telling the other s it's okay if she wants to stare at him.
"I'm just worried you know he has to met Ginny tonight."Hermione's eyes glass over
"He'll be fine,Blaise and Harry will be there with him"Pansy tried to help.It was true that the other two would be there just polyjuiced as someone else.
"He's everything to me , Pansy." Hermione winks at him when she says it, and there's a heat in his eyes that's never been there before.
Hermione shivers involuntarily and fumbles the knot on her shoe.
"Fuck, Malfoy , you're freakin' the wife out." Blaise yanks Draco around impatiently and hands Harry is potion. .Draco slaps at Blaise' hands and jerks away.
"He's not freaking me out, . And 'Wife'' is perfectly capable of speaking for herself, if that were the case." Hermione rolls her eyes; her shirt feels odd tonight, and she wonders if its possible she's grown some more. She grins at Draco, then looks pointedly at Blaise and Harry. "And y'all can piss off any time, too."
"Ungrateful friends." But Blaise lets Pansy lead him off to the bar , and Harry follows, and she left standing there in the ballroom, staring at Draco. Who stares back, then steps closer.
Really closer.
"Am I freaking you out"
Hermione shakes her head and prays she doesn't start crying all together. she wouldn't call it freaked out, exactly, but something. Draco smiles and touches her face, cups it before brushing his thumb over Hermione 's mouth gently. It feels like butterfly wings fluttering against his skin, and he shivers.
"I woke up, once, before you, this morning."
Hermione comes a little closer, and she can smell the light, fresh scent of Draco's bodywash and deodorant. Close enough she can see the tiny prickles of stubble pushing through the skin on his chin.
"I think I felt Xavier move it felt like a tiny punch, holding you while you hold our son makes everything I'm doing worth it.. I wanted want more,Baby. I don't want to stop with Xavier like my parents did with me."
Then it's Hermione kissing him, mouth warm and soft against his, just a soft brush of lips, another of Hermiones tongue, licking at his lips. Tasting him. Draco sighs and opens his mouth and shudders happily when she licks all around the inside of his mouth slowly, a soft sound of pleasure swallowed up between them.
The door opens behind them, but Hermione doesn't care. It'll be one of the guys, who, at this point can't bring Draco down from his bliss .Harry coughs discretely, and Draco pulls away and smiles.
"Hate to interrupt, but it's time to go."
"Be right there," Draco says, not even looking over his shoulder. The door closes again. He's still smiling, but it's different again. A new look.
Hermione wants to kiss him again, really bad. "No time, huh?"
"Not now." Draco cups her face again, though, and brushes another kiss across her's mouth. "Later," he whispers. Then, "God, you taste sweet."
"You too." Hermione sways toward Draco, catches herself when the door opens again, more forcefully this time.
"Draco. lets go. Now." The voice was Blaise but before him stood a short raven haired male
The look Hermione gives him as they exit the room keeps Draco warm and tingly all through the date with Ginny Weasley.
Taking a breathe he knew what he had to do..
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For the first time in as long as he can remember, Ron knocks on Ginny 's door before entering. Knocks, and waits for "C'mon in," before he opens the door. Ginny gave him a brilliant smile.
He stands in the doorway for a minute, watching her. It's not like he's never seen her before; it's not even like he hasn't seen her recently. Ron's watched the whole Ginny -getting-ready-for-a date routine so many times he could probably do it himself. In his sleep.No, this time is different, because tonight, she's going out with Draco fucking Malfoy
"You sure about this"
Ginny pauses in hanging up her clothes, and looks at Ron
"I, um. I kinda I was pushy, earlier, I think. So, if you're having doubts, or you're not interested"
Ginny smiles at that and shakes her head.
"I think we both know I'm interested," she says softly. "I just this is. Kinda new, y'know?"
Ron swallows.
"New, but not. And I'm not I'm not scared. Just have Draco and I been heading this way all this time?" The words come out in a rush, and Ron looks startled for a minute, then smiles.
"Maybe? I dunno, Gin. I just want you happy " He takes Ginny 's hand and draws her into the hallway, gives her a gentle push towards the livingroom
"At first? No. But lately yeah. It's felt good. Holding onto hope. Good in a way it didn't, before, y'know?"
Ron nods. "Yeah. Gin. I really know." He grins and stretches backward. "You coming back here tongiht?"
"Not if I can help it.."Ginny bounces out the door and Ron watches in amusement as he turns out the lights around the room, double-checks the door lock...
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"Mmm." Hermione curls onto her side and reaches out to the touch.. Hermione's warm, where Draco drags his fingertips lightly, and he can feel the shiver through where their skin meets.
"Hermione ." Draco shifts closer and kisses her gently, then harder, pressing her back onto the bed. It's a long, hot kiss, tongues sliding against each other, mouths working wetly to taste and tease as much as possible.Hermione forgets she's been nervous, can't actually think about anything but how good Draco feels against her bare skin against bare skin, only shorts separating them, and this time they can touch, with purpose other than to comfort.
They rest, panting against each other, kissing in between breaths, until Hermione shifts gingerly, making a face a telling him she wanted to know how everything went.
"Ugh."
"Yeah." Hermione sits up and reaches for him.
Draco laughs at that, and pulls Hermione close for another kiss, this one softer, lingering, but not like the others. Tasting, learning, but not meaning to arouse. Hermione moves against him, sighs when Draco pulls away with a soft laugh. "You're greedy."
"Yeah." Heat rises in her cheeks, and sh's glad it's dim in the room. "But I just wanted to know how it went"
"It was okay, she showed, ate up everything I said." Another gentle kiss. "But later. After we ate she started getting a little pushy." He licks at Hermione's mouth. "I motioned for Harry and Blaise to get her.She's now in custody of the Ministry of Magic"
Hermione shivers, then turns in Draco's arms. "Sounds good to me, love."
Draco closes his eyes and smiles when Hermione kisses his neck. He is sleepy, and now the adrenaline's wearing off. Hermione nuzzles again, but Draco can tell from a lot of past experience she's already almost asleep.
The last thing Hermione notices before sliding into sleep, is Draco spreading his hand across her stomach, kind of like a starfish.
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Harry placed two drops of the truth potion on Ginny's tongue
"Why did you meet Draco Malfoy tonight?"
"I want him to love me!"
"Is it true your brother is after Mrs Malfoy?"
"Yes"
"Why does he want her"
"She belongs to him"
"What does he plan on doing with the child"
"At first he was going to kill it ,but he told me he's let me help Draco raise our son"
"And if he can't get either?"
"He'll kill her before he let's her or the child stay with Draco"
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