Unknown Love

So this is the last and final chapter in this story, after a year of being in the works (though if you see it come up again, I'll be doing some editing). Thanks go out to everyone who's stuck by it, and to those who have reviewed.

Unknown Love Chapter 18 A Family United

The weeks passed quickly, Hermione, Draco and DJ becoming a hair's breadth closer to a family every day. Hermione and Draco spent one night a week alone together becoming reacquainted and getting to know each other more intimately than ever before despite the fact that she still refused to bring back ther sexual relationship, never letting things progress past a heavy snog despite the fact that both parties were rather frustrated and could use the release.

While they still both attended their jobs and stayed in their respective houses, the three of them could be found spending their free time together more often than not. Hermione and Draco took DJ on many outings the boy would never remember, save for the many wizarding photographs marking each occasion. Sometimes they spent their outings with the Creevys, Longbottoms, or even Hermione's parents, but most often it was just the burgeoning family.

It was a full two months later and DJ was eight months old when Hermione finally gave in to temptation. It was Draco's turn to keep DJ overnight and after putting the infant down to bed in his crib, the two parents retired to the den for a nightcap before Hermione left to go home.

It seemed bith sudden and natural to her when one moment they were carrying on a conversation and the next Draco had taken her drink out of her hand and placed it on the end table next to her, slowly leaning in for a kiss. She looked into his molten eyes and all of a sudden it was as though she had tunnelvision and Draco Malfoy was the only thing at the end of that tunnel.

She leaned into the kiss, allowing him to deepen it until his tongue was delving into the deepest recesses of her mouth. In the heat of the kiss, one of his hands had gripped her waist while the other had made its way under her shirt to palm and gently massage her breasts through the material of her bra in turn, playing with her nipples until they were two hard peaks.

She wimpered under his ministrations, arching her back into his hand. He brought his face down to the top of her jeans, lightly kissing up her stomach, pushing her shirt up along with him. Soon, he had lightly sucked one of the lace clad nipples into his mouth, rolling it under his tongue before adding a slight amount of pressure on it, leaving the material thoroughly damp beore moving onto the other. She was writhing beneath him when she cupped his face in her hands, bringing his lips back up to meet her own. She pulled away to nibble on his earlobe, practically driving him crazy. His entire body stilled as she gave a breathy moan, "Make love to me, Draco."

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his eyes staring into hers from only mere centimeters away, afraid she would change her mind.

"Gods, yes," she responded, the truth of her words reflected in not just her eyes but in her every moan and wimper and in every undulation of her clothed body against his.

He carried her dowwn the hall to his bedroom, where he laid her gently on the large bed before crawling so that he was straddling her thighs. In one swift movement he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, where it joined hers, having come off along with her bra as soon as he had put her down. He sat there a moment, his eyes roaming her body, taking in the view. It was much softer than the last time he had seen her nude, with more curves, her fuller breasts slightly sagging with the weight of the milk their son was being weaned from.

Self-concious of not losing all of her baby weight, she moved her hands to cover the small amount of pudge on her stomach. He grabbed her hands and pinned them abover her head, leaning his body into hers. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, emotion stripping the sincerity in his voice bare. "I missed you so much," he continued before smashing their lips together. Never breaking the kiss, he moved one hand away from hers, leaving silky caresses down the back of her arm as well as the side of her breast and stomach until he came to the barrier of her pants.

Pulling his other hand away, he slid his lips away from her mouth, slowly making a trail down her neck and past her collarbone. Her eyes were closed, a smile on her face as she practically purred. When his mouth attached itself to er bare breast, she let out a noise that started out as a wimper but ended as a moan when she felt his hand fiddling with the button of her jeans.

Once he had them unzipped, he slowly pulled them off of her legs, kissing the skin along one leg as it was revealed. After he pulled them off along with her knickers, he made his way up the inside of her other leg. He gave her core one long, slow lick before he moved upward to just above her pelvis bone, smiling into her skin when she whined out his, thrusting her hips upward. "Tell me what you want, Precious," he chuckled, using the nickname he had taken to calling her.

"Draco, you know what I want," she responded, her voice shaking with desire.

Deciding not to tease her anymore, one of his fingers found its way into her dripping channel, his teeth nibbling her pussy lips before his tingue delved between them. She gave a throaty moan, throwing her head further back into the pillows as her fingers threaded into his hair. He added in another finger as his tongue lapped at her with increasing pace and pressure. When he finally lavished her clit with attention she came undone around him.

Before he was done drinking down her juices, she clenched her hands in his hair, bringing him up to her face for a kiss. As their tongues duelled, he removed his own bottoms. When he had finished, Hermione broke away from him , moving lower on his body. He stopped her, and she looked up at him, part wounded, part inquiring. "Tonight is about you," he told her, bringing her face back up to his own.

"Then fuck me," she demanded huskily.

A slow smirk spread across his lips as he smoothed her hair back. "Your wish is my command," he responded.

He stared deep into her eyes as he maneuvered himself into position. Her lips opened, but no sound followed as he rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, lubricating himself in her juices. The sound finally came in the form of a deep moan as he slowly entered her. "It's been a while. I'm not going to last long," he warned her quietly, his head resting on her shoulder.

"Just fuck me," se pleaded, giving her hips another thrust. He responded by burying the rest of his cock into her in one movement and quickly pulling back out, setting a fast rythm. She quickly caught on to it, moving against him, trying to create as much friction as possible. When he didnt't think he'd be able to hold on much longer, he brought his fingers down to where they were connected and started furiously rubbing her clit in time with their coupling. This time when she came around him, he came as well, his hot seed spurting up into her body. Turning over, he laid on his back, his softening cock still implanted in her as she rested on top of him, her face nestled into the crook of his neck.

Ten minutes later as they were each drifting into a peaceful sleep, the quiet of the night was interrupted by a cry coming from the baby monitor on one of the end tables. Hermione extricated herself from Draco, grabbing her wand and cleaning herself off. "Draco, don't worry about it," she answered his protestations that he should be the one attending their son as she wrapped herself in a long fluffy robe that was hanging on the door.

Arriving back to Draco's room some twenty minutes later, she found the dark room completely empty. The only light was a sliver that crossed the room from a crack in the door that led to the master bathroom. She opened the door and gasped, wondering if she had fallen into a romance novel. There were red rose petals strewn over the floor, leading to the claw footed bathtub, which was surrounded by lit candles. The bath had been drawn and filled to the brim with pink sudsy bubbles.

As she marvelled at the beauty of the room, Draco surfaced inside the tub, pink bubbles clinging to his hair. "Join me?" he requested. He watched, mesmerized, as she let the robe fall from her shoulders and into a pool on the floor. As she crossed the room and lowered herself into the tub, he pulled out two glasses and a bottle of wine, pouring a bit in each and placeing them back on the shelf next to the tub.

She moved to sit so she was flush against his chest, but he stopped her, making her face him. As she leaned against the side of the tub, he got onto both knees, taking her hands in his. "Hermione, I fell in love with you during the month you spent with me in Boston, but tried to deny it when you left. I was so mad at you for lying to me, even though I had done the exact same thing to you. And so I didn;t even read your letters, which would have brought me back to you, and I would have been here from the time DJ was born. I will always be mad at myself for it, but you let me into your lives, no matter how reluctantly. These past months haven't just confirmed my love for you, but deepened it, knowing that we are honest with each other; getting to know you better without any pretenses and I have fallen madly in love with our son. So, what I'm trying to say is... Hermione Jean Granger... will you marry me? will you be my wife until we're old and grey and wrinkled and have lost our sex drives?"

Hermione laughed through her tears as she stared into the sincere eyes of the man she had fallen in love with. "Yes," she replied with a wide grin. "Draco Malfoy, I'll marry you." He pulled her into a heated kiss, his hand reaching behind the wine bottle, picking up his grandmothers ring that he had taken out of his vault so many months ago, pulling away to place it on her finger.