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“Hi guys,” Hermione whispered after gently knocking on the hospital door and edging it open. She was not about to be the reason this lovely, quiet maternity suite turned into a screaming nightmare. She carefully slipped inside and held it open slightly so Draco could follow her in.
Her eyes landed on a dishevelled but smiling Harry sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.
“Hi Mi,” Harry whispered in greeting, his eyes never leaving the baby in his witch’s arms.
Hermione’s gaze panned right slightly to find a sweaty and glowing new mother. Pansy. Whilst Harry might be her best friend, Pansy was her best girlfriend. Pansy was, after all, the reason she even went on that date all those years ago that led to her marriage. Sometimes a bit of girltime was in order.
Finally, Hermione saw the new baby. Chubby cheeks, button nose, bright green eyes, thick black hair.
“Look at that hair. Merlin, Potter, how strong are your genes?” Draco muttered from behind her.
Harry cracked a smile.
“From what Sirius told me, he said the same thing when he saw me for the first time.” Hermione snorted, she remembered that conversation. Her eyes met Harry’s, both trying to stifle their laughter at the memory.
Harry and Hermione sat on either side of Sirius around the dining table in Grimmauld Place. They’d spent the day being bossed around by Molly who had gone into a cleaning frenzy, trying to fix it up for god only knows what reason. Sirius was enjoying two fingers of firewhiskey and was giving the pair their first taste of the drink each. They were going into their O.W.L. year, they’d be invited to the upperclassmen parties, they needed to be prepared so they didn’t bring dishonour to the House of Gryffindor. Or so Sirius seemed to think. Personally, Hermione thought he was just enjoying doing something that would get Molly screeching if she ever found out the truth.
After coughing and spluttering a few times, the pair of them had finally been able to have a sip of the alcohol without almost dying in the process. He looked at the pair of them warmly, as if he was imagining what life would have been like if he’d known them longer than a year.
“Have I ever told you the story about the day you were born, Harry?” Sirius smirked into his glass.
Harry immediately sat up straighter, focused completely on his godfather. Even Hermione turned her attention solely on the older man. She was always desperate for happy childhood stories about her best friend. He had too much negative, if she could regale him during his low points with happy memories it tended to bring him out of his funk.
“Lily and James had been in the safe house in Godric’s Hollow for maybe a month at this point, Remus was off with the werewolves, Alice and Frank were also in hiding, I had been away trying to get allies from the continent and all our other friends were on missions and such like. Anyways, I’d just gotten back from France and I decided to pay your parents a visit. I walk in, go to hug your mum and suddenly my leg feels a bit warm and wet. I glanced down and clearly her water had just broken. Except I was twenty, had never seen or been around pregnant women, and had no clue what happened when labour started.” Sirius, ever the story teller, knew exactly how to convey a story to get an audience captivated. Hermione was already grinning. Harry was on the edge of his seat, eyes lit up.
“So my stupid arse turns around to her and goes ‘Lils, did you just fucking piss on me? I know I’m a dog but normally it’s me doing the pissing.’ She just sort of gives me this stare and let me tell you, never in all my life have I ever felt so fucking stupid. Like she just had this way of making you feel like you’d said the most idiotic thing in the world.” Harry raised an eyebrow and smirked at Hermione, clearly finding similarities between her and his mum. Sirius snorted.
“Right, so she eventually snaps out of it and just yells, ‘James, get your arse down here, slap Sirius for me and call Poppy.’ So he comes running down the stairs ready to defend your mum's honour, Godric only knows what he thought I said. He comes bursting round the fucking corner and just slaps me straight across the face, then turns to your mum and asks why he was hitting me. Like that woman had your dad on a tight fucking leash and he loved it. Lily turns around and says Poppy had told her not to do anything too strenuous when she goes into labour so decided she probably shouldn’t be the one to slap me.” All three of them are hiccuping with laughter at this point.
“So, Poppy comes and ends up having four patients. Your mum and you obviously. Turns out, your dad slapped me so hard my cheek was bruised and swollen so I needed some healing. And then your dad had damaged his hand slapping me. But that wasn’t why he needed the medical attention. Because Lily was in labour he decided to ignore the pain and Lily squeezed his hand so hard his fractured hand bone ended up breaking fully.” Tears were streaming down their faces.
“So, finally I hear the screaming from you. I was downstairs keeping away from all that, you see, so I decided it’s time to meet my godson. I waltzed into the room and there you were. You wanna know the first thing I ever said to you?” Harry nodded so eagerly. “Merlin, look at that head of fucking hair.” Hermione spat her drink out, laughing.
“Lily just gives James this look and the next thing I know Poppy is healing the other side of my face and James’ other hand. Apparently, she’d trained the man to slap on command.” Sirius is wheezing by this point. “Your mother looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘no swearing around the fucking baby, Sirius.’”
“Gods, Pansy. You’ve just been through labour and yet you still look stunning. How many times did you drain the orphan this month?” Hermione asked Pansy, mirth in her eyes. Pansy seemed to never age, they’d had a long running joke about how she only married Harry to have a steady supply of orphan blood for her ancient, pureblood, youthfulness ritual.
“Oh, one or seven times,” Pansy bantered back nonchalantly.
Harry carefully shifted the baby into his arms, glancing at Pansy momentarily who just nodded to him with a small smile on her face.
“Hermione, Draco. This is James Sirius Potter. Your godson.” Harry announced, a wide smile on his face. Tears welled in Hermione’s eyes. Draco, for once, seemed to be at a loss for words. Their hands sought each other out, gripping tightly, before Hermione let go.
“Give me my fucking godson, Harry.” Hermione announced, coming close to scoop the baby out of his arms.
“No swearing around the fucking baby, Hermione.” Harry retorted, making them both snort.
She cuddled James close to her chest, gazing down at the baby with so much love in her eyes. Draco leaned over her shoulder, running a hand over James’ hair. His bright green eyes stared wide at them both.
“Hi James, I’m your Auntie Mi. Your dad ever annoys you, you just tell me and I’ll get him sorted for you.” She whispered with a grin. Harry rolled his eyes.
“Come on, Granger, my turn.” Draco whispered to her. She passed the baby into his arms. Still smiling softly, she turned to Draco and James.
She blinked.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh no.
This was dangerous. One man should not be allowed to look that hot holding a baby. How is this shit even legal? Her knees felt weak. Was it warm in there? It felt warm. She felt the stirrings in her lower abdomen that gave away her true feelings about her stupidly hot, auror husband holding that sweet, little baby.
Draco was always a handsome man, and she had noticed him for far longer than she liked to admit to anyone who wasn’t Draco or Pansy. When he had asked her to go to dinner with him, five years ago now, she had said yes and then immediately started rethinking her decision. She wasn’t sure she could handle the rejection if he decided he didn’t want to see her again. Two hours later, a bottle of wine and a frantic floo call to Pansy was all it took for Pansy to sit her down on her sofa and yell some sense into her.
She had gone on that date and had the time of her life. She never looked back. Of course, The Prophet had a field day when they got spotted on their date and every time they went out with each other afterwards. After one letter from Harry about how he was suspicious about how they got some of their information about Hermione and Draco and if they didn’t change their tone he would be pulling the Chosen One card and buying the paper for peanuts, suddenly the papers were filled with the star crossed lovers stories as well as the redemption arcs and bad boy turned good. Like he had only redeemed himself after he started dating the Golden Girl.
They didn’t care. They had each other. Two years later he proposed. Narcissa was over the moon. They didn’t have the best start but after a frank conversation between the pair and a pot of tea, they got along splendidly. She was the daughter Narcissa always wanted apparently. She was also the new favourite child, much to Draco’s dismay. The day she found out Draco and Hermione were engaged, she cried for a solid five minutes, rotating which one she was hugging before going into the loft and returning with binders and boxes of wedding plans and magazines.
With her own parents living in Australia still, Narcissa was more than happy to fill in where the mother of the bride should have. It was a year later when Hermione and Draco got married. And for the past two years, Narcissa asked for nothing but grandchildren, every birthday, holiday, even just asking if she had plans for the weekend it was always met with the response of ‘shopping for my future grandbabies’ or ‘looking out the old nursery furniture and making sure it’s ready for use’. This woman was desperate for a grandchild. Hermione and Draco wanted to focus on their careers first.
Hermione had been promoted last year from Deputy Head of the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The previous Head was not much in the way of paperwork so her desired three month turnaround of the department had to be doubled. She had done it though. And her Deputy Head Auror husband was always happy to do what was needed to help her whip the department into shape. As was her Head Auror best friend.
Children hadn’t even been on their radar. Not yet. Not with two recent promotions and only two years into marriage. Well, they hadn’t not been on their radar. Not with Naricssa’s constant begging and Pansy’s constant whinging. It was just that she really was not ready. Kids. Pregnancy. Being responsible for someone else when she only really just started remembering to eat a third meal a day.
But the way this man was holding that tiny baby in his muscled forearms, against a chest she knew had a six pack. Fuuuuuuuuuuck. It was too good. He would look so hot as a father. She wanted a baby and she wanted one now. Well, in nine months would have to do, at the earliest but she needed to at least get a head start on trying. My god, she should have listened to Pansy when she told her to get pregnant as soon as she was.
She gulped. Draco flicked his eyes up from James and met hers. The sickest smirk graced his face like he knew exactly what was leaking down her thighs. She stifled the whimper attempting to exit her throat. She would not whimper whilst her husband was holding their godson. She would not. It was inappropriate. She would whimper once they left the room.
Pansy caught her eye with a smirk and a wink. Oh, Pansy. You beautiful, beautiful woman. This, Hermione reminded herself, was why you needed female friends. Or, at the very least, a Pansy.
“Go get him, Granger. My baby needs cousins.” Pansy mutters to her. Harry gave her a confused look before shaking his head and deciding he didn’t need to know those details about his sister. “Draco, give me my baby back. You want more baby time, you need to pay up. Or… get your own.”
Draco seemed to smirk with his eyes. “Bye Potter,” He nodded at Harry. “Potterette,” He winked at Pansy. “And mini Potter.” His eyes softened as he looked at James in Pansy’s arms.
“Bye guys,” Hermione said as she blew a kiss. After making sure Draco had given them the gift bag she may or may not have had to put an undetectable extension charm on, she grabbed her husband's hand and dragged her criminally tall wizard to the public floo.
They entered the grate, Draco stood slightly behind her, his arm banding around her back and gripping her ribs as she threw the floo powder down and yelling for their London townhouse.
The whimper she swallowed earlier came back in force when she felt his grin on her neck where he started to kiss and suck. She bit her lip. His fingers teased the underside of her breast, gently scraping his nails up and over the nipple. His hands slipped down to her waist as he walked her forwards towards the staircase. A whisper of a cushioning charm and she was flipped to lie down on the stairs on her back. His ministrations on her neck continued. A moan left her as he sucked on her pulse point.
“Is my good girl wet for me?” He muttered into her ear, his voice low and rough as they landed in their floo parlour. She moaned her agreement.
“That’s it, darling. Tell me what you want.” Draco groaned.
Her legs spread to make room for him in between her hips, her skirt sliding up her thighs slightly and ground her hips upwards. A muffled moan that sounded almost pained came from him. He kissed his way up her neck and sucked on her earlobe.
“You have to tell me what you want, darling. Or do you want my thoughts?” He muttered.
“Your thoughts.” She whispered, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head from the teasing.
She was so overwhelmed, so many thoughts and wants racing through her brain, so many sensations across her skin, so many sounds and moans caressing her lips and neck. She needed the guidance of her husband to know what she wanted. What she needed.
“You looked ethereal holding the baby. Like a goddess meant to bring mere mortal men like me to their knees. Do you want me to beg you, darling? To beg you to let me fill you with cum, till it’s dripping out of you, till you swell with my baby?” Draco moaned at the thought. Hermione whimpered.
“Yes,” she moaned out.
“My darling, Hermione. Please. I’m begging you. Please, pretty fucking please. Let me fill you up. Let me see my cum drip down your pretty, little thighs. Let me scoop it up and push it back in you, where it belongs. Let me get you pregnant.” He sounded reverent.
“Please, please, please,” Hermione begged back.
Draco’s hands untucked her blouse from her skirt and slowly undid the buttons. His lips followed as more skin was revealed. Her hands twisted into his hair, the feather light kisses teasing her overly sensitive skin. When he reached the last button, she sat up slightly and pulled the blouse from her arms whilst he swiftly undid her bra.
She barely had time to breathe in before her breath left her sharply as he closed his mouth around her nipple and sucked. Her fingers trembled as they undid his shirt buttons. Fingers tweaked her opposite nipple causing her thighs to clench around his hips. She ran her hands across his abs, her nails scratching across the skin. He groaned around her nipple.
His lips descended her body, sucking, licking and biting his way to her pencil skirt. He pushed the skirt up until it bunched around her hips as he licked her cunt through her knickers. She arched her back, keening in response.
Using his teeth, he dragged her underwear down her thighs and pulled them until they hung off one ankle. He descended on her cunt, devouring her with fervour. His tongue pistoned in and out of her, replicating what he would be doing to her soon with his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You taste like fucking honey.”
He circled her clit before sucking, pushing a finger into her and crooking it to hit all the delicious spots inside.
“Come on, darling. Give me one and I’ll fill you up.” He moaned out. Her own moans and keens filled the entryway.
It didn’t take much more of his devouring for her to break. Clenching down on his finger, he licked up his reward. He undid his belt buckle and trousers with speed she had never seen on him before and sheathed himself inside her with one push. Her back arched as he nestled his head into the crook of her neck. Draco bit down and sucked. Marking her. Marking the moment they decided they were going to have a baby.
Finally, he started moving. Pushing in and out of her with a steady pace whilst one hand gripped the stair by her head and the other sought out her clit.
“Faster, please, Draco. Please, harder,” she begged.
“How could I ever deny you, my love?” He mumbled.
He picked up the speed and pounded her into the stairs. In response, she dug her heels into his arse, spurring him on. Faster. Deeper. Harder. The sound of her wetness was filthy, even to her ears but nothing would stop her from the second orgasm barrelling through her. Stars burst behind her eyes as she came with a scream, his name uttered from her lips like a chant as he kept going. Just as she thought she could take no more, her legs feeling like jelly and her eyes begging to close, he pulsed inside her. Filling her with his cum as he had promised. She clenched in response to the delicious feeling.
For the first time since she started having sex, she didn’t whisper the spell for the contraceptive charm. He collapsed on top of her, rolling and pulling her with him so she was lying on his chest. His cock still inside her. Hermione’s eye’s drooped shut.
“I love you, Hermione,” Draco whispered into her hairline as he peppered her with kisses.
“I love you too, Draco,” She mumbled into his chest.
She felt his smile. Felt the way his arms tightened around her waist slightly more. Felt the way he shifted them so he could carry her to bed. Felt the way he did as promised and gathered the cum that had dripped down her thighs and pushed it back into her sensitive pussy. Eventually, she felt him climb into the bed beside her and pull her back onto his chest.
Nine Months Later.
“I fucking hate you, Malfoy,” Hermione grunted, squeezing his hand tightly as the next contraction passed over.
He gave her a tight smile, trying to grin and bear the minimal pain he was in knowing she was in much more. He kissed her hairline lightly and rubbed her back in a way he hoped was soothing.
“I love you,” Draco smiled sheepishly.
She looked at him with fire in her eyes.
“This is all your fucking fault. I mean who has the audacity to look that stupidly attractive whilst holding a baby?” She cried out.
Draco swallowed. It was best not to answer. After several hours of these rhetorical questions, he had learned it was better for him to remain silent.
“YOU.” She screamed with the contraction. Tears ran down her cheeks. She had said she wanted to do it in a muggle hospital with epidurals and pain relief and that had been the plan. But then their satanic little crotch goblin decided to continuously mess with Hermione’s magic, as a result she was having random bursts of magic meaning no muggle hospitals. Unfortunately, the magical world had not caught up to the muggle world when it came to giving birth. And a lot of pain potions were not safe for the baby. So the natural way was the only way.
She gestured vaguely to the ice chips on the side, taking deep breaths to try and dampen the pain. He gingerly handed the ice over, hoping she wouldn’t throw them at him. It had already happened… twice, he was hoping not to make it a third.
“It’s not fucking natural.” She said decisively.
“What isn’t natural, my love?”
“Looking that fucking good, you arsehole.” And there was the anger, again. He really should have stuck to his guns and stayed quiet there.
Okay, new plan.
“I know, my love. I’m so sorry. Everything is my fault. You can hex me all you want when this is all over, I promise.” He pulled her gently into his side and peppered kisses across her forehead and hairline.
She nodded and pouted slightly.
“I will hold you to that,” She said, slightly mollified.
He nodded in agreement. “I would expect nothing less.”
They sat in silence for a while, the only noises being occasional grunts from Hermione as she tensed with the next contraction.
“I’m so proud of you, darling.” He whispered into her ear. She leant her head onto his shoulder.
”I’m still mad at you, but I hurt and so I will accept your praise.” He snorted. That’s his girl.
Several hours, more ice chips, lots of screaming, and a couple of broken hand bones and Hermione was finally done. Their baby was born. It was the happiest day of their lives. Scorpius Draco Malfoy.
Hermione had the baby resting in her arms, gazing lovingly down at her hour old son. Nothing could beat the feeling of completeness she felt when surrounded by her family. She smiled, thinking about the reactions Pansy and Harry would have when they came in a few hours to meet their godson. Right now, she just wanted her husband and her son. A few hours to themselves before the rest of the world got to know Scorp too.
She looked up at her husband to find him already looking at her. She blinked. Oh. Oh no. She knew that look. That look got her into this mess in the first place. That stupid fucking attractive eye fucking he gave her. Taking a deep breath she decided how best to deal with her annoying arse of a husband.
“Pack that the fuck in and I’ll make you a deal.” She finally decided on. He perked up, clearly thinking he was going to get exactly what he wanted for only a few concessions. “We can have another child as soon as we’re medically allowed to,” Draco’s eyes widened comically. “If you give birth to the next one.” She shot a sweet smile at him.
She heard Draco grumble under his breath. “Or?” He tried bravely.
She blinked. This fucking man knew no fucking bounds.
”Talk to me in three to nine months- actually, no. Scrap that. Three to nine years about having another one.” Draco spluttered. Surely not, three to nine years. Years. He took in the serious look on her face and knew he would have to use every dirty trick in his slytherin playbook.
“Please, baby.” He whimpered. Her pupils dilated. Gotcha.