New Beginnings

Chapter 19 Family

The sun poured in through the floor to ceiling windows of the study. Draco groaned and muffled a spell, closing the drapes. Hermione was snuggled close to him, her head and left hand on his chest. The ring sparked in the dim lights of the study. A content smile came across his face. ‘She said ‘yes’. She’s gonna be my wife.’ Draco gently stroked her hair, brushing it away from her face. ‘My beautiful angel; how did I get so luck?’ He pressed his lips to her ear, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” Hermione smiles and starts to giggles. She felt his warm hand caress her left breast, making her moan, softly. Draco began to nip at her neck as his hand traveled over her tiny baby bump and settled between her legs. Hermione sighed and opened her legs, eagerly, for him.

“What does my girl want?” He teased, as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. She moaned, arching her back. “Tell me, Hera.” Hermione opened her eyes; then smiled at him as she took his fingers and guided them into her eager wetness. She gasped at the feeling of fullness. Draco smiled devilishly at her, teasing her, “Are you my greedy girl?” Hermione closed her eyes as she rode his fingers.

“Oh yes…” She whispered. Hermione was reaching her peak, her breathing was erratic. When she felt his tongue brush her clit, she began to unravel. Her body was trembling, her hips bucking wildly. Draco was relentless in his ministrations, smiling smugly to himself as he felt her pussy hungrily squeezing at his fingers. She cried out his name over and over again as orgasmic waves washed over her. He didn’t let her come down from the heights of her bliss before he entered her hard. She clutched him tightly as he thrust into her deeply. Draco pulled back and looked into her eyes, his piercing stare made her shiver.

“Who do you belong to, Hermione?” She could only gasped and whimper as he fucked her hard. “Tell me…now.” She tried to speak but she couldn’t, she could only moans as her body tensed. Suddenly, he pulled out completely, making her cry out in utter desperation.

“Draco!! Please!!”

“Tell me.” He rubbed his head against her hunger pussy as she tried to have him fill her again.

“I belong to you, Draco…Always…” He smiled smugly as he thrust into her deeply over and over again.

Hermione gasped as she felt her body begin to shake. She moaned his name as she climaxed again. Draco growled as he felt her clenching his cock as tight as a fist. He could feel his balls tightening; he came deep inside of his love. He kissed her deeply, holding Hermione tightly in his arms.

“My beautiful Angel… I love you so much,” he whispered in her ear.

“I love you, Draco.”

They cuddled together, in silence, basking in afterglow until they heard a soft knock on the study door. They looked at each other, puzzled; then Draco yelled, “Come in.” The door opened, slowly, and Tinky, and Grace entered each carrying silver serving trays.

“Good Morning, Master Draco. Good Morning Miss Hermione. We brought you breakfast.” They placed a tray next to each of them on small tables. When Hermione looked at her tray, she saw her pre-natal vitamins sitting next to her milk. She gasped and looked at Tinky. The elf merely smiled.

“Congratulations, Master, Miss Hermione.

“Thank you, Gracie.” She smiled.

“You’re welcome, Miss Hermione. An owl arrived a few hours ago, Master. It’s waiting outside of the window.” They looked at each other.

“Thank you, Tinky.” With a pop, the elves departed. They ate their breakfast, then Hermione put on Draco’s dress shirt and he pulled on his boxers and went to the window.
When Draco opened the letter he couldn’t help but smile.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” He shook his head and handed it to Hermione.

"You are cordially invited to dinner at the Zabini Manor this evening at 6pm. Please arrive by 5pm for ‘cocktail’ hour. He told her, didn’t he?”

“Most likely.”

“Do you think she’s angry with us for not telling them sooner?”

“Doubt it. I’ll rsvp then we can head back to the loft for a little while.” Hermione nodded. “Now, come with me, my love.” He smiled at her, wolfishly as he pulled her into his arms. Before she could protest, he apparated them to his bedroom. When Hermione saw where they were she smiled at him, one eye brow raised.

“Oh my...” She moaned as he kissed her neck and unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing. His warm hands began to caress her breast. Hermione gasped when he gently squeezed her nipple and kissed her deeply. Draco only smiled as he carried her to the bed, lying her down gently. He made himself comfort between her legs and peppered her face with baby kisses. Slowly, gently, he rubbed his hardness against her warmth; Hermione shivered with anticipation as she mimicked his rhythm. She moaned softly; the heat in her loins mounted.

“You’re so wet, Hera…do you like this?” He teased as he pressed against her more firmly, increasing the pressure on her clit. Hermione gasped and pressed herself against him, hungry for more contact.

“Yes…” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she tried to pull him into a kiss. Draco licked her lips and pulled back, making her whimper. He felt his member slip out of the opening in his boxers. They both moaned at the feeling of their intimate parts finally touching, skin to skin. He moved his hips ever so slightly, entering her slowly. Hermione gasped and closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of Draco filling her.

“Hera, look at me.” She opened her eyes, they were glassy and lust filled. Draco stroked her face gently. Their eyes locked as he thrust into her, slowly, deliberately. He knew how to please his 'wife'. She loved his slow, delicious torture. Her pleasure was building slowly, taking her to heavenly heights. Hermione’s body began to tremble as she reached her peak, squeezing his cock tighter, trying to take him deeper. She moaned his name as waves of pleasure washed over her. Draco growled softly, he couldn’t hold back any longer, releasing his seed into his angel as he whispered endearments in her ear.

Hermione’s body quivered in Draco’s arms as she tried to calm her breathing. “You are so sexy, Hera,” he kissed her neck. She blushed, hiding her face. “Please don’t do that.” He turned her chin to him, pressing his lips to hers. “I love seeing that pink glow in her cheeks after we make love. You take my breath away, Angel.” She snuggled closer to him.

“I can’t help it; I get embarrassed.”

“Why, Love?”

“I’m not sure…” Draco stroked her face, lovingly.

“Hera, I’m gonna be your husband, I’m supposed to think you’re beautiful, and sexy and desirable. I’m supposed to want you naked and moaning my name as often as possible.” She blushed more and playfully smacked him in the arm. Draco simply smiled and pulled her closer, hugging her tightly before kissing her softly on the lips. “Gods, I love the taste of your kisses.” He deepened their kiss; her moan told him that wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She was insatiable; he loved that about it.
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“Draco, I don’t have anything to wear for dinner. I’m gonna have to go back to the loft to get something appropriate.” Hermione walked out of the washroom wearing a hot pink lace bra and matching panties. He turned to look at her and she could hear him growl and a wolfish grin cross his face as he moved towards her. Hermione started to back up. “Oh no you don’t, Draco Malfoy. We have dinner plans and I still have to get dressed, I need to go home.” With two quick steps, Draco had her pinned against the washroom door.

“I think you look pretty delicious in what you’re wearing now.” He kissed her neck, letting his teeth drag over her soft skin. Hermione whimpered as he caressed her mound through her panties. “But if you really want something to wear, I think that can be arranged. Follow me, my love.” He walked her to the closet and opened the double doors. Hermione gasped when she saw a closet filled with clothes.

“Draco, what did you do?” She touched the clothes, reverently.

“I’m spoiling my best girl.” He snaked his arms around her waist, rubbing her tiny belly.

“They’re beautiful, Draco but…I’m not going to be able to fit into them soon.” He smiled.

“That’s the beautiful part, Love. They were made to ‘grow’ with you, and then afterwards they will shrink with you. This way, you will always feel comfortable in your clothes and you won’t feel self conscious.”
Hermione’s tears started to fall, involuntarily. “You are such a thoughtful man. How did I get so lucky? I love you.” She hugged him around his neck as he picked her up as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I love you, Hera.”
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“Hello? We’re here… Blaise? Blythe? Chloe?”

“Hello Master Malfoy, Miss Granger, please follow me.” They looked at each other and shrugged then followed the house elf out of the study. Hermione gasps when she saw the sitting room all ablaze with candles.

“Surprise!” Blythe beamed, with Blaise and Chloe by her side. Draco and Hermione looked at them confused.

“Blythe, this is all so beautiful; what’s the occasion?” Blythe walked over to them and kissed each of them on the cheek.

“It’s not everyday that our best friends engaged and…” Blythe paused; maybe she wasn’t supposed to say anything yet.
Hermione and Draco looked at each other and smile, he kissed her hand. He gave her a look asking, ‘Can I tell them now?’ She nodded in agreement.

“Umm, guys, we have something to tell you.” He squeezed her hand tighter. “Umm, I’m not sure where to begin.” Hermione could hear the nervousness in his voice. “We’re gonna have a baby.” Draco looked down, almost expecting the wrath of his friends because they didn’t tell them sooner.
Blythe squealed with glee as she ran to hug them; Blaise smiled and Chloe jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

Hermione blushed, “You’re not angry at us for not telling you sooner?” She smiled at them.

“Are you both happy?” She squeezed their hands. Draco and Hermione looked at each other and smiled.

“Blissfully,” she said, looking at Draco, lovingly; he ran his thumb along her jaw line before kissing her.

“That is all that is important to me, my best friends happy together and now with a baby on the way. I’m so happy for both of you.” Blaise walked over and handed each of them a champagne flute.

“I’d like to make a toast. To Draco, Hermione and Baby Malfoy, proof that happiness and MIRACLES can be found in the most unexpected places. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

The couples and Chloe had drinks and hors d’eveures before dinner. Afterwards, Blythe and Hermione took Chloe up to bed while Blaise and Draco retired to the study. The excitement was too much for her; she had fallen asleep on the floor in front of the fireplace.

“So, D, are you guys gonna move back home now?” Draco sighed quietly, trying to conceal his annoyance at the question.

“We have a home and we’re very happy there,” he replied curtly.

“Oh come off it, Draco. You were raised in the lap of luxury and the most enviable place in the Wizarding World. You can’t sit there and tell me that your dinky loft holds a candle to that place and you don’t miss all of the ‘amenities’ that the Manor has to offer.”

“Yes, I do miss the Manor occasionally and it is nice to vacation there every once in a while but it’s not our home.”

“It could be and don’t you want Baby Malfoy to know about his or her family history? Yes, your father is/was an asshat but you still have a family history that any child would be proud of, who cares about the occasional ‘knots in the family tree’.”

“Look, I’ll think about it and I’m sure Hera and I will discuss it at some point but right now is not the time. She’s happy where we are and my job is to keep her that way.” Blaise sighed, acknowledging that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with this argument so he decided to stop while he was behind.

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The women sat facing each other on the loveseat in Blythe’s study. Hermione had her legs tucked under her, her head rested on the back of the seat. “So, how far along are you, Mia?”

“11 weeks.” Blythe stopped and stared at her.

“Wait a minute…” Her mouth hung open when Hermione nodded. “So…on your vacation?” Hermione nodded. “Wow! How perfect…”

Hermione smiled, “It almost wasn’t.” Blythe tipped her head to the side. Hermione took a deep breath then let it out. She told her friend about what happened at the manor and that Draco told her about his childhood with Lucius. She left out the part regarding his scars. If he wanted them to know, he would tell them.

“He said he couldn’t be a father, he was terrified that he would be like his father.” Tears welled up in Blythe’s eyes, knowing how much pain Draco had suffered.

“He must have been so distraught. I can’t imagine him ever saying that. As long as we’ve been friends, he’s always said that he wanted to have kids.”

“I think being at the Manor, all the memories, ya know. It just overwhelmed him. Unfortunately, that was all I could remember so when Kelly told me that I was pregnant…I kind of lost it. I didn’t know what to do, I even considered…ending it but only for a moment.”

“Oh Mia…” Hermione’s tears began to fall, involuntarily as Blythe hugged her.

“I had come home from my appointment and apparently, Alice saw that I was upset and told Draco. He found me sleeping on the bed with a whole bunch of pamphlets around me, including one regarding…termination.” Blythe gasped. Hermione nodded.

“When he woke me, I was crying and begging him for forgiveness. Then he shocked me near to death. He thanked me.” Hermione wiped her eyes. “Blythe, he took my breath away, I never imagined he would be happy about this. And now…we’re getting married, I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it, Mia. You and Draco are getting married and you’re gonna be a Mummy soon.” Hermione beamed. “Do you have a date picked out, yet?” Hermione smiled, sheepishly.

“I do but I haven’t asked Draco yet. I’d like to get married on Valentine’s Day.”

“That is so sweet.”

“I’ve never been into any of that gushy romantic stuff but now… I don’t know, it just seems right, ya know?” Blythe nodded and smiled as she hugged her friend.
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Hermione was sound asleep on the bed, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. The day had been emotionally draining, in a good way, but still draining. She had only meant to lie back for a moment and rest her eyes before putting on her pajamas but her body had other ideas. Draco entered their dimly lit bedroom and discovered his towel clad fiancée.

‘My poor angel, it’s been a busy day for you.’ He walked over to the bed and picked up her sleep form. Hermione sighed but didn’t wake. Draco whispered a spell and the covers folded back. He tucked her into bed and vanished the slightly damp towel so she wouldn’t get a chill. When he climbed into bed, Hermione snuggled close to him, as she always did. Draco smiled and kissed her head then fell into a deep contented sleep with Hermione in his arms.

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Time seemed to fly by and Hermione’s pregnancy was preceding complication free. Their trip to New York was much more low-key than Draco had originally planned. Instead of New York City, they went to Niagara Falls and stayed in the vacation home of one of the American Wizards that he had met on his travels for the foundation. They relaxed, watched movies and enjoyed being ‘betrothed’. They both knew when they got back to the real world, chaos would ensue. The Ball…Their wedding…Their baby, so much change, it was hard to imagine as they lay by the fire in the vacation house.

“Draco, are you nervous?”

“About what?”

“Umm…well…everything. Getting married? Becoming parents?”

“No…”

“No?” Hermione lifted her head off of his chest and looked at him. Draco could see fear and distress in her eyes. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Hera, do you want to know why I’m not nervous?” She nodded, eagerly. “I’m not nervous because I’m marrying my best friend as well as my lover. And together, I know we can do anything. Our love made this wonderful little bundle of joy,” he rubbed her belly. “We are going to be a blissfully happy family.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Honestly, I don’t know how to explain it. I just know. I’ve known from the first time we kissed that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pulled her to him, kissing her softly. Hermione whimpered; Draco slid his hand under her t-shirt and caressed her tiny belly. “And I knew that I wanted to make beautiful babies with you.” She stared at him, glassy eyed.
“I love you, Draco.”
“I love you, too.” He kissed her on the nose and hugged her tightly.