Sins of the Father

Disclaimer: All characters presented in the fic are the property of
J.K. Rowling. I just like to play with them on occasion

Author\'s Note: Written for elementaldeity for the dmhgficexchange on livejournal.


Special Thanks: Terri, Inell, Zephyr and especially nakhash_mekashefah
for the wonderful feed back especially in the eleventh hour.

Epilogue

To Hear You Scream

Hermione Malfoy groaned. Today her son was headed for his first year of study
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and her infernal body prevented
her from escorting him to the train.



"I\'ll have you know, Malfoy, it is your fault that I am being denied
seeing my son off on the Hogwarts Express."



Draco chuckled at his wife. After a night of quiet lovemaking, Hermione had
awakened only to find that she was again with child. After ten years of wedded
bliss with their son, they had both assumed that they would follow in Malfoy
tradition with only one son born of their union. But when she awoke, unable to
even sit up in bed without her husband\'s aid, there was no questioning her
condition.



"And I\'ll have you know Hermione, this is as disconcerting for me
as it is you. Today would have marked the first day of our marriage
where I could take you where and how I wanted without concern for the boy\'s
prying ears.



Hermione folded her arms across her chest in disgust. "I am rendered
helpless for the next nine months and you want to complain because you want to
make me scream?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch. "Draco Malfoy,
if you do not take your leave and get my son to King\'s Cross Station so he can
be properly sorted into Gryffindor tonight, I will assure you that you
will hear more screaming than you have bargained for."



Draco smiled and bent to kiss his wife. "Yes dear," he replied
defeated. "While I\'m out do you want me to pick you up anything?"



Hermione told her husband about a book she had put on order in Diagon Alley,
before he took his leave. "Even Muggles know that a woman can be active up
until her last months of pregnancy; this curse is positively primitive,"
she mused out loud, before closing her eyes, settling for a lie in as she could
do little else.



When Draco returned from Diagon Alley, he fixed Hermione a glass of pumpkin
juice as well as some biscuits. "Your book was not in yet, love," he
drawled, as he offered her the refreshments, sitting at her side.



Hermione sipped on the juice before setting it and the biscuits beside the bed.
"Draco, you do know that this is ridiculous. Are you positive there\'s no
way to break the restrictions on this curse?"

Lying down beside her, Draco kissed her lightly on the lips before stroking her
belly. "I\'m afraid not until nature has taken its course. I had so looked
forward to having you to myself today."



Hermione smiled slightly as his thumb stroked her belly. "As did I,"
she sighed, remembering the passionate love they had made once their first
child had been born.



"You\'re right; I did want to hear you scream," Draco drawled,
pressing his lips to her ear as his hand moved to the side of her face.



Hermione sighed before moving his hand from her and shrinking back from his
touch. "Don\'t do this, Draco. You and I both know that both of us will
feel more miserable for it in the end."



Draco raised his eyebrows, a smile playing at his lips, "I wouldn\'t be
sure of that, love. The curse prevents me from making love to you, but to my
knowledge it doesn\'t prevent you from granting yourself release."



Hermione gasped at her husband\'s brazen suggestion. "Draco Malfoy, what on
earth are you suggesting?"



"Don\'t you remember how it feels when my hands drop to between your
thighs?" he asked, as he loosened his trousers, seeking to alleviate his
own arousal.



"I love you, Hermione: your intelligence, your compassion, your strength,
and your passion. Show me your passion, Hermione," Draco implored as his
lips suckled on her earlobe.



Their house stood silent, free of the footfalls of an excitable eleven
year-old-boy. Sharing in an act as intimate as that which had bound them into
marriage, Draco Malfoy groaned in pleasure as Hermione\'s screams filled their
home.