Hermione's Little Secret

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"I'm sorry, Draco, for tryin to hit you again. Ron knew Adrianna wasn't his. He always knew, as did Harry. He still loved me enough to take on raising someone else's child as his own. Adrianna was loved by him, I promise you." Hermione whispered, remembering her husband swinging their daughter around in wide circles in the garden, playing tea party with her and her dollies after a rough day at work.

"I should have had that chance." Draco whispered back hoarsely. With her arm bent between them, he ground himself against her ass. She, like him, had changed out of the teaching robes and wore only a pair of slacks and light summer blouse. His erection was back and aching. Even as angry at her as he was, he still heated up from his desire for her. "I am not the same boy who you let fuck on the cold stone floor, Hermione. I have changed, and I would have changed if you and the girl had been a part of my life. And, for you information, my mother bore me introducing her to her Muggle daughter-in-law, she would have handled it much better to meet the smartest witch of our generation, the mother of her granddaughter! You never gave me a fucking chance!" He bit the skin below her neck, laving the wound with his tongue soothingly.

"I was scared, Draco. Please..." She moaned as his free hand stroked up her back and around to cup one breast. The nipple hardened instantly and she thrust herself into his hand.

"How, Hermione? How can I please you?" His hand left her breast and slid to the buttons of her blouse. She gasped as each one popped open until his hand could slide inside and cup her bra covered breast. He chuckled when he felt that it was a front snap, flicking each one quickly, one-handedly.

"Oh, Merlin." She stuttered, closing her eyes at the sensations flowing through her body, so unused to feeling like this at least at the hands of a man. She shuddered, wishing his lips would move around to hers, to give her the kind of kiss his earlier one had promised that afternoon.

"I'm letting go of your arm, woman. Is it anger or something else we're to confront each other with?" He released her and turned her around roughly, bruising her lips with his, pushing her back into the door with his hard body. Like her, it had been years since being with another person and he wanted her now.

"Gods, please, Draco." She pulled away to moan against his cheek as he pushed her shirt and bra off. Her hands worked on the belt around his lean waist, finishing and starting to undo his slacks. His nimble fingers, used to delicate potions work, unzipped her pants and pushed them down as she bared him to the cool night air. "Commando?"

"Always." He growled and bent down while lifting one breast to his lips. His mouth sucked her nipple in hard and she arched against his body with a cry she quickly covered with the back of her hand against her mouth. Draco reached around her, cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her against his body, turning the two of them and moving until they had fallen atop the closest House table, Gryffindor, Draco resting on Hermione. They writhed together, struggling to finish undressing the other while still being able to touch and stroke and slide together.

"Hurry, Draco."

"I don't think I can not hurry, Hermione." Draco's fingers slid between her legs, as he remembered how she had touched herself in her bed, spread open to his gaze. Two fingers stroked her clit softer then harder as his mouth suckled her nipples to painful points.

"Oh, fuck!"

"I plan on it, Granger! I plan on it, and this time, you aren't going to walk away from me, understand? Because this time, I'll follow you until you listen to me. Understand?"

"Yes, yes, Draco. Please, gods, please." She bit her bottom lip as he took the last of her clothes off and threw them haphazardly on the floor. Roughly, Draco pushed her up farther on the table, climbing up after her to lie between her open thighs, rubbing his cock between her slit, lubricating it with her own moisture. He leaned up on his elbows and looked down at the witch below him, her hands were roaming all over his chest, teasing his nipples, her nails leaving red lines on his pale skin.

"You shouldn't have hidden my daughter from me, Hermione." He whispered against her ear as he thrust hard into her, groaning at the tightness of her pussy. Hermione gave a little shriek, then tightened even more around him, coming almost instantly without him moving any more. "Damn."

"More, Malfoy!"

"Draco! Use my given name!" He hissed and slammed into her with each word, watching her face contort in pleasure with each thrust of his hips.

"Draco! Yes Yes yes!!!!" She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer to her body, her nails digging bloody furrows into his back as she clasped him as close to her as she could.

"Oh, fuck, Hermione. I'm not going to last long." He bit her neck, leaving a dark purple mark, moving to her ear where he panted in time to each of his hips thrusts.

"Come for me, Draco." She gasped as she felt another orgasm shudder through her body, making her bite her lip to keep from screaming out loud again. Draco felt her squeeze him again and he moaned as he came inside of her, releasing in alternating spasms with her fading orgasm. His hips thrust a few more times as her legs released him slowly, dropping down to lie wide open on the table. She held him less passionately, more in comfort as he collapsed on her, still panting.

"Draco?"

"Mmm?"

"Are...you alright?"

"I feel better than I have in three...no six years. Thank you. You, Hermione?"

"Very much like a flobberworm, boneless and lazy." Draco chuckled in her hair, his hands playing with her breasts leisurely.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Madame."

Hermione played with his now loosened hair, spilling over his shoulder and resting, damp, on her face and mingling with her own brown curls.

"Draco..."

"Don't Hermione. Just, wait. This is the way it should have been the first time." He breathed as he pulled out of her body, moving so he lay on his side next to her. He looked up at the ceiling and started laughing. "Oh, my god, how many students have a fantasy about shagging in the Great Hall under the Enchanted Ceiling? Remind me to scourgify this table before we leave."

"No problem." Hermione rolled to her side and allowed Draco to tuck his arm under her head as a pillow, their bodies together, but not quite touching now. He pulled back and looked at her body.

"You're just as sexy now, if not moreso than when we first encountered each other."

"You've filled out, Draco."

"We need to talk, Hermione." He was serious again. She sighed.

"We're talking now."

"I want to know about my daughter."

Sighing, Hermione sat up and slid off the table, grimacing as the wood scraped her bare bottom. She gathered her clothing and dressed quickly, not looking at Draco, but knowing that he was following her example. Fully dressed, she turned to her lover ready to speak, when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth thoroughly.

"I'm still angry, Hermione, but we need to figure out a way to work this out. Let's go to the teacher's lounge and chat. I'll even sit across the room from you so I'm not tempted to take you again." He gave her a half-hearted grin and held out his hand. She nodded and took it, allowing him to lead her through the Hall and out the Staff entrance near the head table.

After settling herself, curled up on the couch with a throw blanket pulled over her lap, she looked at Draco. He'd taken the chair perpendicular to her, and was sitting with his legs crossed, hands resting in his lap, waiting.

"Now that we've gotten that out of our systems, let's continue. First, I apologise for accusing you of lying to Weasley."

"Accepted. I never told him who the father was. He knew it--Adrianna wasn't his daughter biologically. But he did love her as his own. She's a Weasley, if not by blood, then in love and how the family feels. She is too young to be put through the strain of losing one family for another. You're in a unique position; you can gain her attention, even some affection as her Head of House for another year--"

"A year?!" He snarled, interrupting her.

"Yes. Let's give her some time. She can get to know your dau---your other daughter; maybe they'll get along better than she did with RJ." She grinned.

"I can't agree, Hermione. I'm sorry. You've had her, the Weasleys have had her for eleven years. I want a chance. We tell her together. In one month."

"You're willing to traumatize her because of your own ego?" She snapped back at him.

"I listened to your reasoning, now you listen to mine. What we have together, what we shared together a little while ago, is going to carry over into our private lives, including the lives of our children. Someone other than me is going to see the resemblance between Adrianna and Lilah. Take a minute to think, Hermione. How many of her 'cousins' have the Weasley look?"

Hermione reluctantly nodded. All of her neices and nephews had the Weasley red hair, even Bill and Fleur's three children were strawberry blondes, light red hair, but red nonetheless. Adrianna had noticed differences between herself and the older cousins, the ones closest in age to her, but she'd just assumed she took after the Granger side of the family.

"Draco, what's between us?"

"I want it all. I've been alone too long, even while I was married I was alone. I thought about you quite often in America, more often during the last two years. This isn't just physical. I want everything. Adrianna being our daughter together just adds to it." He smiled at her, flashing his white teeth in the flickering candlelight.

"Hermione. Don't deny me this time." His whispered entreaty broke the last of her resolve.


a/n~~ Alright, here's the draco/hermione lemon I promised. And draco's still pissed so, we'll see how things work out eh.

another chapter is almost ready for update, so keep an eye out for it.

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