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The day was arm and sunny and Draco couldn’t believe that he was going to be celebrating his ‘anniversary’ tonight. It had been one year since he had paid off her family’s debts and he was absolutely panicked. He kept her in the dark about how much she owed him because the truth was; he hadn’t been keeping track of it himself. He didn’t want to put a monetary value on the sex they had because he didn’t want to cheapen it any further. However, what if she actually looked up the escort services and figured out how much he would pay for each service and declare herself financially free of him and waltz out his door and his life. He couldn’t let that happen.

Of course, there was always the option of asking her to stay, but Draco scoffed at that idea. Alex Downing was correct that she would want some golden good guy who didn’t cross the line of decency. Also, why would she magically fall in love with a man who had blackmailed her into sleeping with him? No, he needed a reason for her to stay and it needed to be a reason that gave him power over the situation.

He’d been subtly trying to get her to forget about contraceptive charms when they had sex and tried his hardest to push the time limits on the ones they did cast. Those things weren’t always fool proof, but Hermione was such an adept witch that hers always held true. Watching her with Pansy’s baby and her little cousins made him very anxious to have her pregnant. After all, she loved children, so it wasn’t like he was doing anything she wouldn’t want, right? Tonight after dinner he wanted to take her out and get her absolutely pissed. So pissed that she wouldn’t notice his plan.


Draco apparated them to just outside Mykonos, the Greek Restaurant he had selected for the evening. Hermione looked absolutely beautiful and was wearing the green silk dress they’d bought in Milan along with the amber necklace he’d gotten her for Christmas. Everything she was wearing he had paid for and he felt incredibly smug when he noticed all the men in the restaurant turn their eyes towards her as she walked in. His mother had been famously beautiful, but hers was a cold beauty. Hermione’s beauty not only drew attention, but her warm nature made her approachable and thus infinitely more attractive. Once they were married, he was going to make certain that he put the largest, most noticeable and ostentatious ring on her hand so that no one would be able to miss the fact that she was taken. He held her seat for her as they sat down to dinner.

“This is absolutely lovely, Draco,” Hermione commented. She watched the musicians in the corner play music as she ate her dinner and drank her wine. Draco made sure to order at least two bottles since she liked the stuff so much.

“To us,” he said as he raised his own glass. “Here’s to us, wonderful shags and a happy family.” He smiled as she laughed and raised her own glass to clink against his. They stayed talking until the sun set and Draco watched her face in evening glow, relaxed in the slight buzz of the wine. He didn’t want her to get sleepy so he suggested that they go to the night club. She got up and walked out with him, slightly more openly affectionate than when they had walked in together.

The club he took her to wasn’t a dark, smoky, music pounding kind of club. Instead it had a Latin theme with salsa dancing. It was bright and cheery and it wouldn’t put her on the defensive. Everyone was happy and smiling. Getting her a drink, he pulled her close to him and gently rocked her to the beat. She sipped on the alcohol and leaned back into him. Salsa dancing, besides being bright and cheerful was also extremely provocative and sensual. He was aware that people were watching them because not only were they a very attractive couple, they were both very adept at the dance they were doing. Watching the two of them glide around the dance floor was almost like watching sex.

After her third drink, Draco could tell that Hermione was starting to get drunk. Little glimpses of the girl he’d found that fateful night back in their common room were beginning to show. She let him touch higher on her thigh than normal and didn’t care that he pushed her dress up to do so. He let his hands glide over her silk-encased breasts and found that her nipples were hard and straining against his finger tips. He was already hard from the dancing and the thought of what was to come made his pants uncomfortably tight. Thinking it was time, he pulled her close and felt her hips automatically jerk forward to meet his. He would put money on it that her knickers were soaked through.

“Why don’t we sit down, love? Let’s let them stare at someone else.” Glassy-eyed, she smiled at him and it was so trusting that it almost made him rethink his plan. Almost.

“I could use a breather,” she said. “I could also use another one of these coconut drinks. Why don’t you go get me one while I use the ladies’ room?” She smiled at him and his heart pounded. It was happening. He walked towards the bar and calmly ordered his their drinks before returning to their table in the back corner. Making sure that nobody was looking, he pulled a tiny vial of green liquid out of his shirt pocket and emptied it into her drink. Then he pulled out a tiny vial of blue liquid and poured it into his. He hoped that he could get her home before his potion took over, because if he didn’t he might shag her in the middle of the dance floor. It was virility potion that guaranteed him a full erection and multiple orgasms with little to no wait time in between. It also caused incredible randiness. He decided to wait until she had finished her drink to start on his own.

He’d planned this evening out to a tee. When she hadn’t gotten pregnant on ‘accident’, Draco had looked at other ways to help move things along. He started requesting that she cook with mainly vegetables and fish with only fruit for desert. He started bringing her water to drink and he started to follow her monthly cycle. He knew that he only had about a twenty-four window to get to her while she was fertile and fortunately that twenty four hour window fell on their ‘anniversary’ so that taking her out and plying her with alcohol didn’t seem too suspicious. He’d done careful research and was positive that his careful planning would work. He had to get her drunk so that she wouldn’t remember to ask for the contraceptive spell and so that she wouldn’t notice the fertility potion he’d slipped into her drink. He’d been putting tiny drops of the green liquid into her tea every morning to get her used to the affects so that when he put the double dosage into her drink tonight, she wouldn’t feel the usual warming sensation that most drinkers got after they took it. He only hoped that he didn’t end up making her have quadruplets. He wanted more than one child, but he didn’t want a litter. Although the thought of four Malfoys in the same year running around Hogwarts made him grin.

“What are you looking so pleased for?” Hermione had come back into the room and picked up her drink and started sipping on it. Draco watched her intently and she noticed. “What?”

“How many of those have you had tonight?”

“I’ve only had four, thank you,” she turned her bossy little nose up in the air in indignation. “If I’d known you were going to be this fussy, I wouldn’t have started drinking at all. It isn’t like I’m a lush that normally embarrasses you on every evening out.”
“No, I’m actually looking very much forward to you getting drunk. Every time you do, it always yields positive results for me. I just can’t wait to get you home and shag you while you’ve got nothing on but those shoes.” He took a sip of his drink.

“Is this before or after you’ve shagged me while I’m wearing nothing but your necklace?” She downed the rest of her drink and Draco slammed his back.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice rough, but they never even made it out the door. On the way towards the exit, Draco pulled Hermione into one of the toilet stalls and pulling her legs around his waist, proceeded to bang her against the stall door with the intensity of his thrusts. The loud music outside drowned out her moans and his answering expletives as they both reached their climax. Not caring that his pants were around his ankles, he apparated them both back to their flat and deposited her on the bed. Kicking his pants and shoes off he removed his shirt and went for the drawer that held his camera.

Picking it up he turned to see her, kneeling in the middle of their bed, one shoulder strap of her dress fallen over to expose the top of her breast. Her hair was wild from just being fucked and her lips were swollen. Looking at her, he positioned himself and the view finder of the camera so that he had the best light possible and took her picture. It had been a long time since he’d taken one with her eyes looking at him. Crawling up to meet her on the bed, he continued to alternate between taking her picture and licking and nibbling his way down her body.

“Look up at me,” he commanded. He could feel the potion he drank working and pulled her dress up and over head before grapping her hips and impaling her on him. Grabbing her so that they were face to face, her bum balanced on his knelt thighs, he held the camera out in front of them and took a picture the two of them moving against one another and a picture of the two of them kissing. Deciding he had more important things to do, he tossed the camera aside and got down to the business of impregnating her.
“Tell me you love me,” he asked again. “You don’t have to mean it, I just want to hear you say it.”

“Why do you want to hear it if you think I don’t mean it?” she asked as he raked his nails gently down her rib cage.

“Because no one else has ever said it,” he told her softly. That was as close as he would come to admitting his feelings for her. He wanted to add, ‘Because if I can’t hear from you everynight before bed, I at least want to hear it while I’m inside of you. Because you’ll be having my baby soon and I want this child to be a product of at least passion, if not love and not a duty to be fulfilled’.

She looked at him for a moment and it was like she could see right through every part of him and for one moment he thought she might laugh, but instead smiled at him, kissed his nose and said, “I love you, Draco.”

They spent the rest of the night making love and by the time Hermione passed out from alcohol and exhaustion, Draco was positive that he’d done everything right. Tilting her hips to an upward angle, he watched her sleep. After waiting the five minutes his research told him to, he gently massaged her belly and kissed it reverently. Pulling her close to him, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the crook between her neck and shoulder. The stubble on his chin would leave a rash in the morning and smiling he thought of how she would complain about it. Drifting oof to sleep, Draco hoped he had made the right decision.