Bad Romance - Time

Hermione could not believe that they had invited him back. Of all the nerve!

She landed in the fire place in the parlour and made her way to the kitchen. Harry, Roan, Ginny and Draco where already in the room, sitting at the table, Ginny moving to the counter to put the kettle on.

Hermione had used the floo, not sure if appariting along with the others was safe for the baby.

‘Come sit down, Hermione,’ Ron said as he stuffed his face with biscuits.

‘No, that’s fine, I have things to do.’ She made to turn around.

‘Like packing your bags?’ Draco asked.

Hermione froze and then turned to look at him. His eyes challenged her to argue with him.

But she couldn’t. If any thing ending things the way he had proved to hr that he was still as steely hard as he had always been. She had no doubt what so ever that he’d carry out his threat to gain custody of the baby if she didn’t marry him.

But they where talking marriage! It was a life altering event!

‘You going somewhere, Hermione?’ Ginny asked, looking concerned at her friend.

She knew one word from her and her friends would support her. They’d give her whatever help she needed. But the thought of more arguments, fights and stress just made her so tired.

Could she lie to them, though?

‘Draco has invited me to stay with him for a while, so we can come to agreement about the baby,’ she explained and hoped that Draco wouldn’t contradict her.

‘You’re moving in with him?’ Harry asked, surprised.

‘I-I...’ she didn’t know what to say to them.

‘You all might as well know that I’ve asked Hermione to marry me.’

Silence filled the room. Hermione saw Roan struggling to swallow a biscuit.

‘You mean you demanded!’

‘It’s for the best!’

‘Hermione do you want to marry him?’ Harry asked quietly.

Draco stood up, his eyes staring stonily at her. Warning her.

This was it. Did she lie and pretend or did she tell the truth ad fight against Draco for the rest of her life?

‘I haven’t decided yet...’ she whispered. ‘That’s why I’m going to stay for him a while... So we can see how things work.’

‘Are you sure?’ Harry asked. He didn’t look convinced.

‘Harry,’ Hermione sighed. ‘You must have had a reason for fetching Draco?’

‘Well, yeah... He had a right to know and you’re going to need him.’

‘You’re right, so that’s why I’m giving him a chance.’

‘I’ll help you pack!’ Ginny said and walked past Hermione and up the stairs to her room.

‘We always here, Hermione,’ Ron said from the table.

‘I know, Roan,’ she smiled. ‘That’s why I love you all.’

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Hermione entered her bedroom of last the two months and watched as Ginny waved her wand around the room, packing her clothes and things.

‘Eager for me to go?’ Hermione asked, trying to make a joke of the situation.

Ginny spun around and Hermione saw that her friend was crying.

‘Ginny?’

‘Don’t do it! Don’t go! Don’t marry him!’

‘Ginny?’ Hermione was shocked by her friend’s out burst.

Everyone knew how fiery Ginny Weasley was. Especially when arguing with her brothers. Hardly anyone had ever seen the young witch cry. Hermione had only ever done so on three occasions. When Fred, Tonks and Lupin had died, during the war. At Fred’s funeral and when Harry had broke things off with her. It was Hermione’s shoulder Ginny had cried on.

‘I’m sorry, Hermione, but I just want you to be happy and he’s already hurt you so much.’

Hermione didn’t know what to say. That was what she was afraid of but what could she do. If she confided in Ginny and told what Draco had threatened then she would then get Harry and Roan involved.

Hermione couldn’t allow that.

‘I know, Ginny,’ she said calmly. ‘He’s got his problems and he knows I won’t forgive him easily... But I have to think of the future and of the baby.’

‘Merlin’s beard! You’ve already decided. You’re going to marry him, arn’t you?’

Hermione gave a slight nod of her head.

Ginny walked over to her and hugged her. She held on tight and both girls took comfort from the other as clothes and books floated around the room.

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As soon as her feet landed in the marble hall way of Malfoy manor Hermione’s heart accelerated and she began to panic. She had been so stupid to agree to come with him, so stupid not to ask a most important question.

‘You’re parents?’ she managed to squeak and with a wave of his wand Draco sent her things up the great curving stair case.

He turned to look at her and quickly moved to her side. His hand on her waist. ‘Don’t panic. They’re in the south of France.’

She sighed in relief.

‘I haven’t spoken to them yet but don’t allow that to worry you. They have enough problems of their own that they won’t care about mine.’

Hermione frowned. She followed him around the manor, as he showed her around. It had been completely re-decorated since she had been there last. A small mercy she thought.

The subject of Draco’s parent’s confused her. What problems did he mean? She decided to ask him as he showed her down to the kitchens.

‘Marital ones,’ he explained. ‘My mother can’t quite forgive everything my father put us through during the war. It’s like a blind has been lifted from her eyes and she now realises how he could have got the whole lot of us completely killed. Nearly did, too.’

Draco introduced her to a number of house elves whilst in the kitchen and Hermione sent him a little glare. His only reaction was to wink.

He lead her back up the stairs and then smiled as he moved to double oak doors. ‘This is the room I’ve been dying to show you,’ he whispered as he slowly opened the door.

Hermione stepped forward and saw that it was a library. A very large library. A fire place stood on either side of the green and silver room. Two oak desks stood facing each other in the middle of the room and Hermione noticed a computer sat on one. She raised an eyebrow at Draco.

‘I told you, my father may not like the Muggle world but it finds some aspects of it useful. He does some business with Muggle’s.’

Hermione shook her head. ‘You’re father is a known Muggle hater and yet you are telling me he knows how to use a computer?’

He laughed. ‘There is a lot about my father that you do not know. I admit he’s not shown his best side to you over the years and even he can admit now that he’s been misguided.’

‘What are you going to tell them?’ she asked, biting her bottom lip.

Draco looked around the room and then spoke quietly. ‘I’m just going to tell them that we started a relationship, it’s led to you falling pregnant and now we’re going to get married. That last bit is the only bit that my father will be interested in.’

‘What are they going to think of me?!’ Hermione lifted a hand up to her head, distressed.

‘Hey,’ Draco removed her hand and pressed it against his lips. ‘They are going think the world of you.’

She stared at him. ‘Oh, really? You’re father hates me!’

He shook his head. ‘No, he doesn’t. They are going to think you’re what’s going to save the family name. You’ll be the first Muggle born to marry into my family. It’ll show the wizarding world that the Malfoy’s have changed. Plus my mother is going to overjoyed at getting a grand child.’

Hermione shivered at his words and her hand gently rested on her stomach. She’d slowly come use to the fact that she was going to have a baby. It was the fact that it was Malfoy’s that she couldn’t get use to.

Suddenly she yawned.

‘Bed, I think,’ Draco said grinning. ‘It’s been a eventful day.’

Hermione nodded her head and stood looking at him. He stared back. His eyes burned and blazed as he looked at her from head to toe.

‘Draco, I don’t know where to go...?’

He jumped slightly and blinked. ‘Oh, right yeah...This way.’

She followed him up the stairs and down the hall. He pushed open a door and Hermione found herself in a sitting room of sorts.

‘This is the east wing,’ he explained. ‘My room,’ he nodded his head at a closed door. ‘My bathroom, your bathroom,’ he pointed out two doors next to each other. ‘And your room.’ He walked over and opened the door, next to the one he’d pointed out as her bathroom, for her.

She saw that the room was decorated in Slytherin colours, like the rest of the east wing, although there were splashes of colours here and there - ornaments, and art work on the walls.

‘I have my own room?’ she asked, a little nervous.

‘We’re not married yet,’ he said from behind her.

‘I doubt that would stop you.’

‘It won’t... But it’s been a long day and I can see by your face that you’re tired.’

She turned her head to look at him. ‘Thank you.’

‘If you need anything shout for Pippy, she’ll see to your needs.’

Hermione frowned. ‘You’re going out?’

‘I’m going to tell my parents. Expect to greet them at breakfast,’ he warned with a smile then he turned and walked away.

Hermione wandered around her new room, familiarising herself and un-packing her things. She took a short shower in the wonder that was the bathroom and then she climbed in bed.

She expected to fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow but she was wide awake. Everything that had happened that day kept repeating it’s self, over and over again.

She was going to marry Draco Malfoy. There was no way out of it. Not if she didn’t want to fight.

She was living in his house and having his baby.

Her hand rested on her stomach again and she found herself wondering what the baby would look like. Would it be a little girl or a boy, the image of his father? Would he or she have blonde hair with wild curls or brown hair, straight as a ruler?

Would the baby be alright - healthy and happy? Worry creased her brow as she had this thought. She’d borrowed some books off Molly on pregnancy, she’d read them tomorrow, she told herself. She’d read everything she could and do everything right so that her baby went through a healthy pregnancy and birth.

As she thought about her baby her eyes drifted closed and she felt asleep. Her hand still rested on her stomach.

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Draco watched his mother and father walked towards the west wing and smiled. They were holding hands, he thought to himself. And they were relaxed in each others company.

Their holiday in France had done them good.

And they seemed please about Hermione and the baby. So his father had some concerns about her being Muggle born - you can’t teach a dog new tricks, after all. But he was please that they were getting married. And once Draco had explained that being married to Hermione would show the Malfoy’s in a better light, Lucius had relaxed and agreed it was a capital idea. Grinning and looking at Draco as if he had planned it all.

Secretly Draco knew that they were both also very much looking forward to having a grand child.

Draco entered the east wing and his feet took him straight to her bed room. He opened the door and saw that she was fast asleep in the large bed.

He walked to her side and thought how peaceful she looked. A soft smiled played at her lips and Draco wondered what she was dreaming about.

He removed his clothes and climbed into the bed next to her. What she would say once she woke to find him there he didn’t know but she was going to be his wife, she had better get use to sleeping besides him.

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Something was tickling her leg, her thigh, her -!

Hermione’s eyes shot open and she looking down to see a blonde head between her thighs, soft, gentle kisses being pressed to the sensitive ski of her inner thighs and hip bones.

‘Draco?’ her voice sounded croaky and horse. She took a deep breath to try and regulate her breathing.

‘Shush, I’m busy!’

‘Wh-what are you doing?’

She felt him chuckle against her thigh and his hot breath brushed over her centre and caused her to shiver.

‘Come off it, Hermione, you’re not that innocent...’

‘I-I do-’

‘Don’t think, just lie back and let me love you, ok, baby?’

Hermione relaxed back on the pillows and closed her eyes and she felt his lips brush against her labia lips. She shivered as she felt his tongue lick her. She felt flushed and hot as he continued to slowly explore her. Taking his time and making appreciative noises.

‘You taste wonderful,’ he whispered and Hermione groaned.

‘Draco - you’re killing me!’

‘You wish, relax, Hermione, just let yourself go.’

He moved slightly and then Hermione felt a finger slide into her.

‘You’re so wet...’ Another finger joined the first and Hermione bit her lip. He continued to lick her, his tongue finding and dancing around her clit.

She groaned again and raised her hips to try and increase the pressure. It was getting too much, she thought, she needed more.

‘More,’ she whispered.

‘Mmmm?’ the vibrations against her caused Hermione to shiver again and groan in frustrated.

‘More!’ she demanded.

‘This?’ he asked and started to pump his fingers in and out of her.

Hermione went wild. Arching her back and pushing her hips up and down. It still wasn’t enough though.

‘More!’ she repeated, breathlessly.

‘Demanding little Muggle-born, arn’t we?’ Draco said in a wicked voice.

Not taking his fingers out of her he moved up her body, kissing his way along the curve of her hips and stomach.

When he reached the slight swell of her stomach he paused and looked at her.

‘My baby...’ He dropped a kiss on her stomach then moved on up, over her waist and towards her breasts.

It was then that Hermione realised her nightgown was missing. She gave it a brief thought before being distracted by Draco gently nibbling on her left nipple.

She gasped and he moved his head slightly to administer the same attention on to the right one. Draco then seemed to change his mind and started to nibble his way up to her neck.

Hermione’s hands had been lying dormant on the bed but when his head moved to the crease between her neck and shoulder she lifted them and held on to his shoulders, her small fingers and nails digging in.

‘My girl...’ he whispered and then kissed her on the mouth.

To Hermione the kiss seemed special, soft and sweet at first and then his tongue swept inside her mouth and the kiss became hot and steamy. He bit at her bottom lip and then eased away the hurt with a lick of his tongue.

His kiss deepened again and it took Hermione’s breath away with the passion.

‘I’m sorry!’ he whispered frantically against her lips. ‘I’m sorry, so sorry!’

She shook her head, not understanding.

Draco eased away a little and opened her legs wider, before Hermione could take another breath his fingers were replaced by his hard cock.

She gasped and held his shoulders tighter.

‘I’m so sorry, baby...’ he buried his head into the crook of her neck and moved in and out of her. Filling her.

She arched her back and matched her hips to the rhythm of he set.

‘Draco?’ she gasped.

He lifted his head and brought his hands up to rest upon the pillows by her shoulders. He gazed into her eyes and then began a quicker rhythm. He pounded into her and Hermione felt the pleasure that he gave begin to build and build. Her breathing was erratic and she couldn’t take her eyes from his.

Mist seemed to swirl around them and then she was floating and screaming his name. He was so hard inside her, filling her to the hilt, Hermione never wanted him to leave.

She gasped his name again and pleasure exploded inside of her, into millions of little pin points of colour and happiness.

Draco continued to pound in and out of her and then he gave a shout. His thrust slowed down and then he collapsed on top of her. He wrapped his arms around her and made to move to the side.

Hermione tightened her hold on him so he couldn’t move. ‘No.’ She tried to ease her breathing, that was still coming in gasps. ‘Not yet, stay there, I like you there.’

He nuzzled her neck and sighed. ‘I like being here...’

They stayed like that for what seemed an age. Their breathing eased and their heartbeats settled down.

And then reality set in. Was this really right? Sleeping with Draco again and again when they had hardly sorted out anything? It couldn’t be good for her emotions... But she just couldn’t resist him.

She frowned, remembering. ‘Draco?’

‘Mmmm?’ he shifted slightly and finally moved to her side, his arms still around her.

Hermione had a slightly empty feeling. ‘What was with the sorrys?’

He seemed to begin to speak and then he paused. Finally he said. ‘I haven’t said sorry for the way I treated you. I was apologising.’

Something melted inside her, some emotion she couldn’t name.

‘I-I can’t expect to be forgiven for my actions. I realise I’m going to have to earn your trust again. All I’m asking is that you give me a chance?’

Hermione bit her lip. ‘I can give you a chance I suppose... But, Draco, how can I trust you when you threaten to take my baby away if I don’t marry you?’

His whole body seemed to tense and then his arms left her and he was getting up out of the bed.

‘It’s getting late, breakfast will be nearly over, I’ll see you in the morning room.’ He walked naked towards the door and left.

Hermione sat up in bed and wrapped her arms around her knees, suddenly cold and feeling slightly numb. How much of herself can she give him, she wondered? How much of herself did he want? Without giving any of himself back.

She was a fool.

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A/N; I'm sorry it's took me longer then normal to update. I've had a busy week. I hope this chapter makes up for it though and I'm really excited about writing the next chapter so it should be finished and up soon. Hermione meets the Malfoys!!!! lol

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