After Midnight

This story is inspired by and a continuation of Avari20’s “Midnight”. I highly suggest you read that story as it is one of the best Dramione fics out there, in my opinion. This is my first fanfic on aff.net, so please review and tell me what you think! Cheers!

Hermione lay on her back and counted the swirls in the expensively decorated ceiling, trying hard to distance herself from what was happening to her body. She tried to remain unresponsive as his tongue swirled around the dusky pink tip of her breast, but she couldn’t. She tried not to gasp as his nimble fingers swirled around the nub at the apex of her thighs. She tried not to whimper when he plunged one long finger into her opening and she closed her eyes when she realized that all his hard work was making her wet.
He sat up, kneeling between her thighs and guided her hand to his shaft. She knew what he wanted and so she pumped her delicate hand up and down his lengthening manhood. When his precum glistened at the tip, she flicked her pink tongue at it, licking it off. She had done this enough times to know when he was close and so she stopped just before he came. He never wanted to come unless it was inside of her.

“Lay back for me, love.” He commanded. She did as she was told and he grabbed her hips and slowly inched his way inside her. She held his gaze the entire time, knowing the consequences if she looked away or tried to close her eyes. Once he was sheathed within her, he let out the breath he had been holding and leaned in to kiss her. She automatically lifted her hands up to clasp themselves around his neck and brought her legs up around his waist. He pulled them into a sitting position in the middle of their bed and she let an unintentional gasp of “Oh!” out of her red lips as he was pushed deeper inside of her. He smirked his trademark grin at her responsiveness to his body. He slowly began rocking them, running his hands along her sides as he did.
Her long chestnut curls danced along his arms as he held onto her and it wasn’t long until he had his hands threaded in them at the base of her neck. He tugged slightly and her head tilted back as she moaned at the feel of his cock buried and moving within her. He angled his thrusts so that he hit her in all the right places, relishing the thought that he was the only man who knew her so well and who would ever know her like this. At that thought he pulled her head up so that her gaze was level with his own. She knew he wanted her to look in his eyes.
“Say it,” he whispered urgently.
“I love you,” she moaned. She was close to the edge and he knew it. He loved making her tell him she loved him while he was inside her.
“Say my name.” he ordered.
“Mmm, Draco,” she breathed, her eyes turning dark as he continued his measured thrusts into her wet channel.
Pulling her closer so that their chests were touching he asked, “Who do you belong to?”
“I belong to you.” She stated, her brown eyes never leaving his ice blue ones. He grinned and rammed into her with more force and almost threw her off of him with the intensity of his movement. He flipped her on her back and pinned her wrists above her head.
“Say it again,” he cried.
“I belong to you,” she whimpered.
“Say my name with it,” he half-pleaded. He was almost ready to burst inside her. She was incredibly tight for a woman who had given birth.
“I belong to you, Draco” she said, her voice strained as she bucked her hips upwards to meet his thrusts. She was so close, almost there when suddenly her inner walls clamped around his throbbing cock and she screamed. “OH GODS! DRACO!”
He followed her with a roar and soaked her womb with his hot sperm, causing her orgasm to continue at the intense sensation. He felt her shudder around his cock and he fell on top of her, careful to support himself on his elbows. He took one of her pert nipples in his mouth and sucked at it lightly before palming the mounds with his large hands. Her breasts filled them quite nicely and he took this moment to admire her body. She had slender shoulders that led down to large, perky breasts and there was a tapering at the end of her ribcage where her waist line indented slightly. Her hips were flared nicely and only slightly wider than when she had left Hogwarts. From there he looked at the juncture of her thighs where his hips met hers and they were still intimately joined. He let his fingers trail along her shapely legs before bringing them up to brush the sweat dampened curls away from her forehead.
Slowly disentangling himself from her he got up walked to their adjacent bathroom to rinse himself off. As soon as she heard the shower start she let her tears flow. She bit her knuckle to keep her sobs from being audible. She was selling herself everyday to a man who had taken everything from her, including her identity. Her old self would have rather died than to give in to his demands of her body. Her old self would have told him to rot in hell instead of proclaiming his ownership of her body. However, the old Hermione Granger was no longer in existence. In her place was Hermione Malfoy, wife of Draco Malfoy and mother of two beautiful blonde boys. It didn’t matter that they had been forced on her, Hermione would have been dead long ago if it weren’t for the two twins she called her angels.

~FLASHBACK~
After the close of her seventh year at Hogwarts, she had started to feel nauseated in the mornings and couldn’t seem to get enough sleep. Thinking she might have the flu, she had gone to St. Mungo’s where they informed her she wasn’t sick, but pregnant. She had been shocked because she believed herself to be a virgin. As if struggling with the looming war hadn’t been bad enough, she had found herself pregnant without a clue as to who the father was. How was she going to explain this to Harry and Ron? What would her parents say? As she apparated to the outside of her parents’ home she was overcome with shock and grief. Instead of the nice row of white townhouses there was a burning, blackened mess where her childhood neighborhood once stood.
The days that followed her parents’ deaths went from bad to worse. The Order had been compromised and it became clear that misguided trust in Zacharias Smith was at the root of it all. Snape had been ousted as a spy and his body was found splayed across the steps of the Ministry of Magic with the dark mark flying menacingly in the air. Soon after that the Burrow was attacked and all the Weasleys except Ginny had died. She and Harry had pried Hermione’s sobbing form off of Ron’s lifeless corpse to drag her to the safety of the forest. The next week, Harry was once again in the cave where he had found his first horcrux when suddenly he was surrounded by death eaters and Voldemort. It hadn’t been easy, but Voldemort had finished the job he had tried so hard to accomplish nineteen years ago. Hermione and Ginny had been waiting for Harry to emerge from the cave when the death eaters brought his corpse out. Both girls had run screaming towards it, but one of the Death Eaters held on to Hermione. She watched in horror as Ginny clung to Harry as she had clung to Ron only days before. The Dark Lord and his followers laughed at her and she was crucioed multiple times before they gave up. Vincent Crabbe picked up her limp body and handed her over to Blaise Zabini who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Several death eaters apparated away with a series of pops before Voldemort turned his gaze to Hermione and the Death Eater who held her.
“Ah, I see you’ve claimed your prize Mr. Malfoy. It appears she has been having fun without you.” Voldemort gestured the rounded curve of Hermione’s obviously pregnant belly.
Draco Malfoy pushed his Death Eaters’ mask away from his face and regarded his lord while wrapping a possessive hand around Hermione’s belly. “The child she carries is my own. I made sure of it before I left Hogwarts.” He said as menacingly as he dared to Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow slowly and smiled evilly. “That must be why you were so adamant to have her as your reward for orchestrating Smith’s break into the ranks of the Order. I must say, she is a pretty thing. You’ll have very fine children from her even if she is a mudblood.”
Draco straightened at the word. “You’ll still allow me to marry her? You’ll recognize my heirs coming from her? After all, she is the most powerful witch in a generation; it would be a shame to waste such strong magic in a whore house.”
“I’ll keep my word, Draco. She’s yours and you’re correct in thinking that children from her would be very powerful. She is the best witch in an age and Malfoys always get the best.” Chuckling, the mad man disappeared to enjoy his victory leaving behind a triumphant Draco and a near fainting Hermione.
When she had been going through the possible candidates for a father, she had never considered the former Head Boy of Hogwarts. Their seventh year he had been cold but polite towards her, never speaking to her unless it was to discuss prefect rounds. Sometimes she would catch him staring at her in classes or in the Great Hall, but she always brushed these instances aside. She had barely noticed his presence. With a cold, sick feeling she suddenly recalled how that year she had started having black outs which she had chalked up to exhaustion from studying. Sometimes she would wake up in her bed with no memory of she had gotten there from the night before. Her clothes were often in disarray, but that wasn’t unusual for her after a long night of studying. One morning she had awoken to a terrible soreness between her legs, but she hadn’t determined it as bad enough to go to Madam Pomfrey about it.
She felt herself being side along apparated and suddenly they were in a large bedroom decorated in green and gold. Malfoy had stepped away and looked at her hungrily before descending on her lips in a hungry kiss. She had screamed and tried to shove him off her, but he was much stronger than she was. Frantically looking for a wand she watched in horror as he pulled hers out of his robe pocket and snapped it in two. Scratching and clawing at him for all she was worth, she tried not to let herself fall backwards on the bed he was pushing her towards. Her shirt was already torn from her and he was working at removing her skirt when she started to kick as well. When he had her on her back he muttered a spell and her arms were held down at her sides while he murmured endearments into her ear.
“Easy, love. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You bastard!” she screeched, “How could you?” She twisted on the bed and glared up at him with furious tear-filled eyes.
“If you don’t stop that, Hermione, you’re going to get the baby hurt. This is happening whether you like it or not.” He told her this calmly, but his hand was at the base of her throat menacingly. She stilled immediately. She may not have planned this pregnancy and it might have been forced on her, but she loved the life inside her already and was desperate to keep it safe.
He smirked at her before lowering himself to her neck where he resumed his efforts. “That’s my good girl. You of course won’t remember our last time together, but I promise I’ll make this one a pleasant memory.” Her eyes teared up again as she took in the meaning of his words. “Don’t cry, love. If you’re worried about being an unwed mother, we’ll have that taken care of soon enough.” His clothes were gone and he settled himself between her legs. She tensed at what was about to come and closed her eyes.
“Don’t ever close your eyes,” Draco hissed as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. “I don’t want you imagining someone else when I’m inside you. You belong to me now. You’re mine! Not Weasley’s, not Krum’s, MINE!” With that he drove into her and started moving. “I worked so hard to get you. You’re pregnant with my child, you’ll be my wife and I will not stand for you to think of anybody other than me, is that understood?”
Hermione nodded and tried to shift under him because he was causing her unready channel a lot of pain, but she was careful not to look as if she was trying to move away. When Draco saw her discomfort he slowed his thrusts and a look of concern crossed his face. Picking up his wand he pointed it at her and her sex suddenly felt as if someone had flipped a switch causing warmth and desire to pool between her legs. The wetness that flowed from her opening not only made the blonde man’s thrusts easier to bear, it made them pleasurable. Unable to stop herself, Hermione moaned at the new sensation. With a satisfied grin Draco began to try different angles inside of her and was pleased with her responsiveness. Sucking on one of her nipples he held the tip between his teeth as he spoke.
“It doesn’t have to be awful, ‘Mione. It can always be like this. I can make you feel like this every time.” He pulled her body flush against his and nuzzled her neck. “We could be happy together. You, me, our children, we’d have anything you could ever want.”
Hermione would have been elated to hear those words coming from Ron’s mouth, but hearing them from Draco made her sick to her stomach. What he was doing to her traitorous body made her want to scream in both frustration and pleasure. When she finally climaxed and felt his seed shoot into her belly, she spoke again: “We’d have everything except love.”
Panting, he leaned his forehead against hers and said, “I already love you and soon enough, you’ll love me. “ She passed out from the exhaustion of her first orgasm and the emotional strain of the day. Draco pulled out of her and fell asleep with her in his arms.

~END FLASHBACK~

Getting up from their bed, she wiped the tears from her face and shuffled down the hall in her robe to the room where her little boys were sound asleep. Just looking at them in the moonlight made her smile. Three weeks after Harry’s death Malfoy had brought an ancient medi-wizard to see her and amongst other things he confirmed that Malfoy was the father, told her to paint the nursery blue and informed her that she needed to buy two bassinettes. She had cried again that day, but for the first time since finding her parents’ home destroyed, they were tears of happiness.
Even though her world had been shattered and everyone in it was gone, the two sleeping cherubs in front of her made her want to look for some happiness in the dismal world in which she currently resided. She feigned happiness in front of the staff of the Manor and never let on to her children that she had ever been anything but a willing participant in their creation.
As she stood watching her children, an arm circled her waist and drew her backwards against a toned chest. Even though he had killed almost every part of her soul, the Stockholm syndrome she had acquired couldn’t let her completely hate him because he had given her the two perfect children in front of her. Watching Dominick, the eldest by four minutes, roll over in his sleep, she continued smiling as he kissed her temple and even leaned into his embrace. It was times like these that she could believe his words from her first night in the manor. If she blocked everything out and focused on what was right in front of her, she saw a mother devoted to her children and a father devoted to his family. In the blackened world they lived in, this was as close to happiness as she could get.

~There! I’m thinking of continuing this if anybody likes it. Please read and review, even if you hate it!