If This Were A Normal Day...

A/N: Just warning you, in case you couldn’t tell by the title of this chapter, there is sexual content in this one. Its about 3/4 of the way down (right after the dinner scene) so if you don’t want to read it, just stop when they get up from the table. If you choose not to read it, you won’t be missing any important parts of the story.

Chapter 24
Relaxtion

Hermione was utterly floating with joy.

“I’m having a little girl?!” she squealed with delight.

“Well, it’s never certain, but it certainly appears that way.” he grinned, quoting Madame Pomfrey.

Her smile stretched all the way to her eyes.

She snuggled close to Draco, unable to shake the grin.

He felt her stomach give a rumble.

“You haven’t eaten today, have you?” he asked, frowning at her.

“No, I haven’t.” she replied.

“Well, dinner should be served right about now. How about we make our way back downstairs?” he asked, holding his arm out to her.

Her eyebrows knitted together.

“Oh, she\'s not going to bite!” he cried, chuckling at Hermione’s expression.

She whined slightly, before slipping her shoes back on and leaving the room with him.

They entered the large dinning room.

There was a dark mahogany table with no less than twelve chairs on each side.

Narcissa was seated at the head, her hands folded in front of her.

Her eyes lighted on Hermione, the expression hard at first, then softening as they fell upon Hermione’s slightly swollen tummy.

“Maybe she likes the idea of being a Nana...” she thought to herself.

Her eyes roamed back up to Hermione’s face, where she greeted her with a polite smile.

“You must be starving!” she smiled back at her. “Come and sit down, Dear!”

Draco’s mother turned to see the pleased look on her son’s face.

“See?” he whispered into Hermione’s ear.

Hermione’s state eased slightly as she sunk down into the chair to the right of Narcissa as Draco took the one to the left.

“Draco tells me that we’re expecting a little visitor soon.” she stated, turning back to stare at her plate. “Am I correct in assuming you will be bringing her home to the Manor?”

“Well, we haven’t really--”

“Of course we are, Mother.” Draco interrupted, giving Hermione a stern look out of the corner of his eye.

Mrs. Malfoy shrieked with glee.

“It will be so nice to have a baby running around the Manor again. You know, when my Draco was smaller he--”

“That\'s enough, thank you Mother!” Draco interrupted once again.

Narcissia scowled at him, before winking at Hermione.

“We’ll discuss this later!” the look seemed to say to her.

“Ah, the food’s here!” she smiled.

Hermione looked at her plate. Once again, he stomach rolled.

“I’m way too nervous to eat.” she thought.

When she noticed Narcissa eyeing her oddly, she politely picked up her fork and took a small bite, smiling at her.

She returned the smile and went back to her own plate.

“So, darling, how is school?” she asked.

“It’s going wonderful, Mother. Did you know Hermione has the best marks of our year?” he asked matter-of-factly.

Hermione kicked him sharply under the table.

“Really?” his mother squealed. “I always knew my little baby would find himself a smart girl.” she stated, grinning broadly.

“Wow,” Hermione thought, smiling inwardly. “I would never have taken her as the squealing-type. She\'s certainly a lot nicer than I gave her credit for!”

She suddenly felt a sharp pang of guilt in her stomach for prejudging Draco’s mother.

“Isn’t that what you expected her to do to you, not the other way around?” a tiny voice in her head replied.

Hermione subconsciously hung her head in shame.

“Are you okay, Dear?” she asked.

Hermione’s head snapped up.

“Oh, yes, I’m fine.” she smiled sheepishly, picking up her fork and finally beginning to eat.

“I plan on resting in the south parlor this evening, would you two care to join me?”

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but was once again, to her irritation, interrupted by Draco.

“Not tonight Mother. We’ve had a long journey and a big day in the morning. I think we’re going to my room for the night. We will be going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, if you’d like to accompany us.” he lifted his napkin and wiped his mouth.

“I would like that.” Narcissa smiled.

Draco sat calmly and waited for Hermione to finish her meal.

When she finally picked her napkin, he rose from the table and took her by the hand.

“No dessert?” his mother frowned.

“No, not tonight.” he stated.

Hermione frowned in protest, staring at her slice of Black Forest Cake sitting just inches away from her, teasing her.

“Oh, fine!” cried Draco, sitting back down and releasing her hand.

His mother chuckled behind her napkin.

Hermione smiled in victory and began to happily eat her cake.

He slumped in his seat and watched her eat.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to eat your cake?” she asked him.

“I’m just going to wait until you’re done I suppose.” he said, resting his head on his hands.

“Alright, alright!” she laughed, laying her fork down beside her half eaten piece of cake. “I’m done.”

“Are you quite sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She gave her cake a once-over.

“Yes, I do believe I’m done.” she smiled, wiping her mouth once again with her napkin and dropping it on the table.

“Good night, Mother.” Draco said, walking over and kissing his mother on the head.

Hermione smiled, before turning to accompany him out of the dining room.

“Good night, Hermione dear.” she heard Narcissa call.

“Good night, Mrs. Malfoy.” she replied, smiling in spite of herself.

When they reached the foot of the staircase, Draco scooped her up in his arms, carrying her upward.

“I feel like Scarlet O’Hara.” Hermione giggled.

Draco looked at her oddly.

“Nevermind.” she smiled.

When they arrived at his room, he leaned his back against the door and pushed it open.

Draco walked over and placed her on his bed.

“Stay here.” he commanded.

She watched curiously as he entered the bathroom.

She heard the water start up and him fumbling around in the bathroom.

When he re-entered, he took her hand and helped her into a sitting position.

He seized her shirt at the hemline and lifted it over her head.

“Umm...may I ask what you’re doing?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as he unsnapped her bra.

“I’m going to make sure you’re good and relaxed.” he smiled at her, undoing her pants.

Draco lifted the naked Hermione into his arms once again and carried her toward the bathroom.

Upon entering, she seen that Draco had drawn her a bath. The candles were all lit and soft piano music was playing in the background mixed with the muffled sounds of a thunderstorm.

He knelt down and placed her into the deep, warm water.

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed as the warm water enveloped her body.

She let them flutter open and look at Draco.

“Come here.” she whisper, raising slightly.

Draco leaned into her to kiss her.

\"A little closer.....a little closer....” she whispered.

Right as their lips were about to touch, she seized him around the neck and pulled him into the tub.

He flailed about, then stopped to look at her with bewilderment.

“Oh!” she cried in mock sadness. “You’re all wet! Looks like you’ll have to take those wet clothes off.”

His eyes narrowed, then, catching on, he smiled at her.

Hermione helped him disrobe, then crawled into his arms.

She frowned when he moved away from her, letting her rest on the bottom of the tub.

He took a soft bath poof and poured soap on to it, lathering it up.

He started on her back, spreading the lather in an upward, circular motion, before moving over her shoulders and down her arms.

He brought the soap around her stomach and carefully washed one long leg at a time.

He washed back up the front of her body, paying extra attention to her breasts and between her legs.

She smiled, knowing this was more for his benefit than hers.

Using his hand, he began to pour water over her, rinsing away the softly scented bubbles.

Hermione smiled and slipped her arms around him once again, pulling him in for long kiss.

Draco wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, trailing his kisses down her neck.

Her hand slipped over his chest and roamed down his stomach, taking hold of his erection.

His body stiffened and he groaned, before taking her hand and moving it away.

She stared at him with a look of confusion in her eyes.

Draco stepped out of the tub and dried himself off, before taking another large fluffy towel.

“Come here.” he said, holding the towel open for her.

Hermione raised up to step out, but was lifted instead by Draco.

He stood her in front of him and began drying her as well.

The towel was warm and reminded Hermione of when she was small and her mother used to let her play in the fresh laundry while she folded it.

Draco once again lifted her into his arms.

“Hmm...what\'s he going to do when I get too big to carry?” Hermione thought, smiling to herself.

They reentered the bedroom. All the candles were lit and the soft music was playing in there as well.

The heat from the fire quickly evaporated the few water droplets that still clung to her body.

He laid her on the bed on her tummy.

She peeked over her shoulder, watching him curiously.

“Lay your head down.” he commanded. “It’s a surprise.”

She complied, nestling her head into the pillow.

She felt him slide onto the bed and push her long hair to the side.

She snuck a quick peek over her shoulder. He was holding a shiny bottle with a large, crystal cork top. The light from the fire glistened off it.

She watched him uncork it and pour what appeared to be an oil of some sort into his hand.

She quickly turned her head to avoid being caught again.

Draco’s hands made contact with her back.

It felt as though he was massaging her with warm silk. The light scent of lavender filled the room.

Hermione groaned as his long, slender fingers kneaded the muscles in her shoulders.

He moved down her back, stopping to work intently on the small of her back.

He let his hands slip over her bottom, groping it before moving down her thighs.

Hermione’s breathing was turning ragged. His hands felt so good slipping and sliding over her body.

She felt him reach her calves, then down to her feet. He pressed and rolled the muscles in them with his thumbs.

His hands slid back up her thighs, gently pushing them apart.

She gasped when she felt him slide two of his fingers inside her, wiggling them inside of her in a “come here” motion.

She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. She had never felt anything like it.

The pleasure burned through her body, making her toes curl and her hands grip the sheets.

She raised her hips and thrust them down harder onto his fingers.

“No, no” he whispered. “Lay back down.”

He removed them and waited for her to take her place back on the bed.

She whined in protest, then groaned when she felt them take their familiar place back inside her.

The feeling coursed through her body once again. She could feel him moving inside her and it made her cry out in ecstasy.

After a few moments, she felt him slide his fingers out of her.

Her mind spun wildly.

“I didn’t move!” it cried. “Why is he stopping?”

She tried hard to bite back tears of frustration.

She felt him push her thighs farther apart and lean forward onto her.

He slowly entered her, an inch at a time.

She tried to raise her hips to force him to penetrate her faster, but he simply pushed her back down, continuing his painfully slow entrance.

When he was fully inside her, he began to thrust, aiming it toward her upper wall.

The same, burning feeling coursed through her body again causing her to clench down around him.

She tried to quicken the pace, but he took hold of her hips, holding them steady.

The methodical thrusts quickly brought her to climax.

The orgasm ripped through her body. It was more intense than any one she’d ever had.

It coursed through her veins, rendering her immobile.

She panted as she felt him slide his hands under her body and turn her over.

“What are you doing?” she asked between labored breaths.

“Well,” he smiled down at her. “I have to do the other side, don’t I?”

She watched him pour the oil into his hands once again.

He slid them over her collar and down onto her breasts, stopping to kiss and tug at her nipples.

His hands took a much gentler approach when they reached her stomach, making her smile.

They glided down over her hips, rubbing them and periodically lifting them.

She attempted to grab him and pull him down onto her, but he successfully dodged her.

“If you don’t lay still,” he began sternly. “I’m going to stop.”

“I don’t want to be massaged anymore!” her mind whined. “I want him inside me again.”

She the now familiar tears of frustration stung her eyes. She closed them tightly.

His hands lifted her hips once again and she gasped in surprise when she felt him quickly enter her.

The movement came the same way. Upward, hitting the soft spot inside her that made her wiggle with pleasure and her entire body clench involuntarily.

Draco reached up and grabbed the headboard of the bed to support the hard deep thrusts inside her.

It wasn’t long before she felt herself coming for the second time.

This time, Draco gathered her up into his arms and emptied himself inside her.

It felt like ages before either of them had the strength to move.

Draco rose off her and covered her naked body with a blanket, before laying down beside her.

Hermione could barely keep her eyes open.

She felt him kiss her softly on the head, before dozing off.