Visited Upon the Son

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Visited Upon the Son

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Chapter 29. The Wedding of the Century

The week prior to the wedding was hectic for Hermione. She was so busy caught up on

finalising the details that she barely had time to see Draco. They had seen each other

that Tuesday and she had warned him then that she wasn’t going to have much time, since

she was getting ready for the new term to start as well.

He had agreed with her, as he had just finalised the plans for the honeymoon to a remote

island in the Caribbean that catered to Wizarding couples and he still had his own school

plans to go over. With her help, he had purchased a computer so that he could fully

prepare for how to teach his returning students. He shook his head at the memory of the

trip to the Muggle store. He’d been completely ignorant of how something like that worked

and had let her do the talking.

He barely resisted the urge to take it apart once he got home, not knowing if he could

ever put it back together. When they had returned to his apartment, she had made the

necessary changes so that the unit worked off of magic instead of Muggle electricity and

he had been enthralled once he started playing around on it.

Still, as with most things, once he got the hang of it, he was truly enjoying using the

Muggle technology and wondered if he could perhaps market it to the Wizarding world. He

shook his head out of his thoughts when Blaise arrived. “Blaise! I didn’t expect you so

early. How are you doing?” he asked his friend.

Blaise smiled, his dark eyes taking in the relaxed state that Draco was in. “I thought

that I might have to calm your nerves before the wedding. Obviously I was wrong,” he said

with a smile.

Draco smiled back as he fixed them a drink. “I’m not nervous about the wedding. Now the

honeymoon, I’m a little nervous about that.”

Blaise nodded his head in understanding. “How are things going on that front?”

Draco sighed. “It’s been rough a couple of times. Flashbacks are never predictable and

Hermione feels horrible after one of them.” He sighed again. “It can be a bit

frustrating.”

Blaise nodded in sympathy. “Other than that, how are things going?”

Draco smiled, a light entering his eyes. “It’s going rather well. We get along and have

some spirited debates. It’s nice to be with a woman who appreciates a good

debate.”

Blaise laughed, knowing that Draco had been frustrated with the brainless bints that he

had been dating. “Good to know, mate.”

Draco looked at him. “So, when are you going to settle down? Or are you just having too

much fun with your lady of the week?”

Blaise rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know that I’ve been dating Vanessa for six months

now. Body like a goddess with the brain of scholar. I think I’m infatuated.” He saw

Draco’s curious look. “I met her at a fundraiser for impoverished wizards and she

completely blew me off.”

Draco laughed, knowing that few women had that reaction around his friend. “Really? I

like her already.”

Blaise just gave him a sharp look. “Anyway, I pursued her for three months before she

finally accepted my invitation for dinner and we just hit it off. You’ll get to meet her

on Friday; that’s when she is coming into town for the wedding.”

Draco smiled. “I can’t wait.”

Blaise shook his head. “Now, about your stag party…”

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Hermione was in hot water, literally. She had decided, along with Ginny, that instead of

a hen party, she was going to get pampered and her bridesmaids along with her. Currently,

they were sitting in a hot tub, getting relaxed. Ginny had performed a special charm on

herself so that the baby wouldn’t get overheated. “This feels so nice,” Hermione

muttered.

The other two murmured their agreement as then tension of the past couple of months faded

away. “I haven’t felt this good since my first month of pregnancy,” Ginny said.

“I agree, this is fabulous. Thanks, Mia.”

Hermione smiled. “Up next is massages, then facials and finally a manicure and pedicure,”

she said, outlining the schedule for them.

“I don’t know what good a pedicure is going to do me when I can’t see my toes,” Ginny

muttered, for she was a week overdue and the baby seemed in no rush to be born.

Hermione giggled. “Come on, Gin. You know that in a couple of days, you’ll be a new

mother again and you’ll be able to see your toes!” Hermione countered.

Ginny laughed, knowing how true that was. “All right. So after the baby is born, I’ll be

able to see my toes. But you won’t be there for the birth, Mia. You’ll be on your

honeymoon.”

“I’m just a Floo away, I promise you. I made Draco promise me that if you went into

labour then I could get back to England quickly. I even charmed a coin so that once you

go into labour; you can send me a message.”

Luna chuckled. “Always the planner. Mia, you have an answer for everything!”

“Well, I want to be present for my future godchild’s birth.” She was about to say more

when their attendants entered and told them it was time for the massages. Eagerly the

three women got out of the water and onto the tables, their muscles quite relaxed

already.

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Draco managed to convince Blaise that he didn’t want a lavish stag party, so a group of

friends just gathered for a quiet night of poker. He had been introduced to the game

during his year of exile and it had become quite the obsession with him. He liked being

able to assess his opponents and was a fairly good player.

So him, Neville, Lee and Blaise sat around the night before the wedding, smoking cigars

and playing at poker. He was surprised by how good Neville was at the game and they all

admittedly had a good time.

Finally around midnight, he called it quits, wanting to get enough sleep so that he didn’t

mess up his vows the next day. He had worked long and hard on getting the words right, so

that he felt that he’d said everything that needed to be said.

Crawling into the bed, he realised with a start that he would never sleep alone again and

to his shock, he was not unhappy about that. With that revelation, he closed his eyes and

let sleep overtake him.

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The morning of the wedding, Hermione awoke feeling nervous. As she lay in bed going over

the vows she had written, she carefully thought about her feelings for Draco compared to

Ron. She had been honest with Ginny when she told her that she wasn’t exactly sure if she

had ever felt so strongly for Ron.

After thinking it over for several minutes, she came to the realisation that she did truly

love Ron and there was no way to tell what her life would have been like if he hadn’t

died. She also realised that she couldn’t feel guilty for loving Draco, since Ron wasn’t

present.

With those thoughts, she made her way into the bathroom to take a shower. After her

shower, she walked into the kitchen, knowing that she needed to eat a hearty breakfast,

since she wouldn’t get another chance to eat until the reception. And she didn’t want to

faint due to hunger at the wedding. She cooked a hearty breakfast, with sausage, eggs,

bacon, toast and tea. The smell brought Luna and Ginny down from their beds.

“Good morning,” she greeted them pleasantly. “Eat up because we need to be at Hogwarts in

two hours to set everything up.”

Ginny and Luna nodded and dug into the meal. An hour and a half later, they were finished

with breakfast and gathered all of their necessary accoutrements. They Flooed directly to

Minerva’s office, where she looked up at them in surprise.

“You’re here early,” she said.

Hermione nodded. “I wanted to go over the seating and make sure that everything is

perfect.”

Minerva nodded. “You girls are going to get ready in Gryffindor Tower and the men in the

Slytherin Dungeons.”

Hermione nodded as they left the office to go put their stuff in the tower, so that it

would be easy to get ready.

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Draco awoke on Saturday morning with anticipation fluttering in his stomach. He decided

to go flying to take his mind off of things before he had to leave for the wedding. He

knew that Hermione had planned on arriving at the castle early and he’d been warned not to

arrive before eleven a.m. so as to not see her during her inspection. He didn’t

understand the Muggle custom of not seeing the bride before the wedding, but he had agreed

to it for her.

So he killed time flying with Blaise and then at eleven on the dot, Flooed to McGonagall’s

office. Minerva greeted him with a smile before directing him to the Slytherin dungeon so

that he could get ready.

He arrived in the dungeon to see Neville and Lee already there. Neville was going to

stand up with him as a groomsman since Hermione had wanted both Ginny and Luna standing

with her.

Blaise nodded to the men cordially, not wanting to cause an incident.

Draco smiled as he realised that everyone was going to try to get along. “So, Neville,

Lee, how are you doing today?”

Neville smiled. “Good and you?”

“I’m doing well.”

“I’m just hoping that Ginny doesn’t go into labour during the ceremony,” Lee stated

honestly. “She was due last week.”

Draco nodded, knowing from his conversation with Hermione that that was a particular

concern of hers. “Knowing Hermione, she’ll be prepared for that and we’ll rush through

the vows if Ginny shows any sign of giving birth.”

Lee, Neville and Blaise laughed as they sat down on the couch, not needing to get ready

quite yet. “I wonder what the girls are doing.” Draco mused.

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Over in Gryffindor tower, Luna and Ginny were helping Hermione into the wedding dress she

had seen at Madame Malkin’s. The A-line dress fit her perfectly and the sheer sleeves

accented her toned arms and delicate wrists. Luna fastened the tiny satin covered buttons

that ran up the back, while Ginny decided on how to do her hair.

“Hum,” Ginny mused whilst tapping her wand lightly on her lips. “An up-do definitely, but

let me see your veil again, Mia.”

Hermione obliged her and withdrew the delicate lace veil from her bag. It was a cathedral

length veil that attached to her head with a tiara. It had roses made of embroidered

crystals throughout the veil, making it sparkle.

Ginny nodded then muttered a spell. Quickly, Hermione’s hair curled itself in to ringlets

that barely touched her shoulders and with another muttered spell, the tiara attached

itself to her head.

Luna, in the meantime, had muttered a few spells of her own and enhanced Hermione with a

minimum of make up, making her look very natural. Hermione looked at her reflection in the

mirror and felt her eyes tearing up. “Thank you so much,” she said softly.

Ginny and Luna just nodded as the Fat Lady’s portrait opened and Molly and Arthur walked

in. “Hermione, dear, you look beautiful,” Molly gushed.

Hermione smiled at her and looked at Arthur, who was giving her away. “You do,” he said

softly.

Molly wiped her eyes before continuing, “The guests are here. Draco, Blaise and Neville

are standing nervously on the dais and everyone is waiting on you.” She looked at her

carefully. “Are you ready?”

Hermione nodded, not trusting herself to speak without breaking down in tears.

Molly seemed to understand and gave her a hug. “Jamie and Lily are ready and Bill has the

music queued up,” she said as she lead the procession to the garden by the lake.

Once in place, Molly nodded to Bill as she made her way down to her seat in front. Bill

flicked his wand and Fugue in G minor by Bach floated across the garden. Jamie and

Lily walked down the aisle, much more sedately than at Ginny’s wedding, followed by Luna

and then Ginny.

When Ginny was in place, Bill flicked his wand again and The Four Seasons by

Vivalde came one. All of the guests arose and turned towards the back, where Hermione and

Arthur were stepping slowly down the aisle.

Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight of Draco wearing the black

tuxedo with tails on it. He looked like an aristocrat, with his white blonde hair

contrasting to the darkness of the tux.

Draco was having a similar tongue tying experience as he caught sight of Hermione, he

couldn’t take his eyes off of her. When they came to rest in front of him, he gazed at

her, love blossoming in his chest.

“Who gives this woman to this man?” Minerva asked.

“Myself and Molly Weasley,” Arthur answered before lifting her veil from Hermione’s face

and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Hermione looked Draco deep in the eyes, feeling a sense of rightness coming over

her.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of this man and this

woman in the service of holy matrimony.

“In times past it was believed that the human soul shared characteristics with all things

divine. It is this belief which assigned virtues to the cardinal directions; East, South,

West and North. It is in this tradition that a blessing is offered in support of this

ceremony.

“Blessed be this union with the gifts of the East.

Communication of the heart, mind, and body

Fresh beginnings with the rising of each Sun.

The knowledge of the growth found in the sharing of silences.

“Blessed be this union with the gifts of the South.

Warmth of hearth and home

The heat of the heart's passion

The light created by both to illuminate the darkest of times.

“Blessed be this union with the gifts of the West.

The deep commitments of the lake The swift excitement of the river

The refreshing cleansing of the rain

The all encompassing passion of the sea.

“Blessed be this union with the gifts of the North

Firm foundation on which to build

Fertility of the fields to enrich your lives

A stable home to which you may always return.

“Each of these blessings emphasizes those things which will help you build a happy and

successful union. Yet they are only tools. Tools which you must use together in order to

create what you seek in this union.” Minerva looked at both of them. “Hermione and Draco

have written their own vows for this occasion.”

Draco took a deep breath. “Hermione. Mia. I never thought that this day would come.

I’ve loved you since fourth year; you were a shining light in my world of darkness. It

was because of you that I didn’t follow the path that my father had set forth for me and

for that, I am eternally grateful. I don’t know why the Gods have decided to smile down

on me, but I’m going to accept this with my heart. I promise to be your friend, your

partner, your lover. I will be with you through good times and bad, protect you from any

harm and grow with you in mind and spirit. I love you with all my heart and can’t imagine

my life without you.”

Hermione had tears in her eyes as he finished, and smiled at him, happiness radiating off

of her in waves. She took a deep breath before starting her own vows. “Draco, I never

expected to love you. When I found out that it was you that I was going to marry I was

distraught due to my history with your family during the war, but you showed me that you

were nothing like them. You sheltered me from my emotions and made me come to terms with

my past, and for that I will always be grateful. You did more than that. You showed me

that no matter what, I am strong enough to deal with pain as long as you are by my side.

I promise to be your friend, your partner, your lover. I will be with you through good

times and bad, protect you from any harm and grow with you in mind and spirit. I love you

with all of my heart and can’t imagine my life without you.”

Draco felt tears well up in his eyes as he tried not to break down.

Albus, you were right, Minerva thought as she wiped away a tear. “May I have the

rings, please,” she said to Blaise and Ginny, who gladly handed her the unornamented gold

bands. “The wedding ring is a symbol of eternity. It is an outward sign of an inward and

spiritual bond which unites two heard in endless love, as the love is an unbroken circle.

Draco, place this ring on Hermione’s finger and repeat after me, with this ring, I thee

wed.”

Draco placed the ring on her finger and repeated the words.

“Hermione, place this ring on Draco’s finger and repeat after me, with this ring, I thee

wed.”

Hermione placed the ring on Draco’s finger and repeated the words.

Minerva smiled before continuing. “The couple has also requested a Wizarding bonding

ceremony, so will their familial representatives please step forth?”

Blaise, Neville and Luna stepped back as Andromeda and Ginny kneeled next to Hermione and

Draco.

“A magical binding is for eternity and it not something to be entered into lightly,”

Minerva said as she bound the couple’s right hands together with a cord. “By witnessing

this binding, Andromeda and Ginny, you make a vow to help the couple whenever they are in

distress, to protect them from others who seek to break this bond. Do you do so of your

own free will?”

“We do,” the women said solemnly.

“Nacto amor,” Minerva said as the cord began to glow with golden light. “The

couple is now bound for eternity with their love. Let no one strive to break them apart.”

She looked at the gathered crowd before stating that they could rise. “By the power

vested in me by the Ministry of Magic, I know pronounce you husband and wife! Draco, you

may kiss your bride.”

Draco grinned as he did just that; kissing Hermione with all the passion in his heart and

leaving her trembling with desire.

Bill flicked his wand again and Ode to Joy by Beethoven began to play as the couple

made their way down the aisle to go to the Great Hall for the reception.

About an hour later, in the Great Hall, Hermione and Draco were enjoying the well wishes

of their friends and family. Hermione looked at Ginny who had a pained look on her face.

“Gin? Are you okay?”

Ginny bit her lip as a wave of pain came over here. “Um. I think I might be in labour,”

she admitted as another contraction hit her. “And the contractions are less than two

minutes apart!”

Hermione looked around in disbelief, grateful that she had invited Madame Pomfrey to the

ceremony. “Come on, Ginny. We’re getting you to the hospital wing because we won’t have

enough time to make it to St. Mungo’s,” Hermione said as she began to weave through the

crowd, giving Lee and Draco a glance. She walked by Madame Pomfrey and said, “Poppy,

Ginny’s in labour. Are you up for making a delivery?”

Madame Pomfrey smiled as her eyes widened. “Of course dear, let’s get you to the hospital

wing.”

Draco saw the group leave and cast a Sonorous on himself. “If I may have your attention

please. It seems like we are getting a bonus today. Ginny Jordan has just gone into

labour!”

The crowd muttered excitedly as Molly and Arthur took off for the hospital wing.

Hermione looked up in relief as they arrived. “I’m going to go change and I’ll be back in

a few minutes. Ginny, you can not have the baby until I get back, okay?”

Ginny, who was sweating rolled her eyes. “I don’t think this is up to me, Hermione!

You’d better hurry or you’re going to miss the birth of your godchild.”

Hermione nodded as she sprinted towards the tower. Once there, she used magic to help get

out of her dress and was back in the hospital ward within ten minutes, dressed in a smart

blue sundress.

She looked the people standing in the hall and smiled at the sight of so many people being

there for the birth. She walked back into a scream of pain from Ginny.

“Come on Ginny, push,” Poppy was ordering her.

“You can do it, Gin,” Lee was saying with encouragement as he wiped the sweat from her

brow.

Ginny just shot him a look of disgust as she bore down. “You are so doing this next time,

Lee,” she muttered under her breath.

“Come on, one more and the baby will be born!” Poppy said with encouragement.

Ginny nodded and tiredly bore down once again and within seconds, the sound of a newborn’s

cry echoed through the room. She sank back down in exhaustion as Poppy cut the umbilical

cord and cleaned the baby off.

“You have a beautiful daughter,” Poppy said with awe in her voice. “Do you have a name

yet?”

Lee and Ginny smiled. “Anastasia Hermione Jordan,” Lee said with a wink to

Hermione.

Hermione blushed. “Thank you.”

Draco, who was standing next to her, gave her a soft hug. “I hate to do this, but we need

to leave if we are going to make it to our destination. There’s only one outgoing Floo

today.”

Ginny saw the emotions warring on Hermione’s face and nodded her head. “Go on Mia. Have

fun on your honeymoon and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”

Hermione leaned over to give her a hug. “Are you sure?”

Ginny whispered in her ear, “Yes, I’m sure. And I want Anastasia to have some

playmates.”

Hermione’s blush got even brighter at her comment, but she pulled away laughing. “All

right. I’m going!” she said through the giggles.

Draco bowed slightly whilst gesturing her to the door. “After you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

Hermione smiled as they left the castle to the well wishes of their family and

friends.

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When they arrived at the small island, Hermione was in shock. The temperature was

moderate and they had their own private beach in front of the small cottage. “Draco,” she

murmured as she looked around. “This is breathtaking.”

Draco smiled. “Not nearly as breathtaking as you were, my love. I’m glad you like it,”

he returned, stopping before threshold to the house and picking her up lightly to carry

her in.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled him into a kiss. Draco adjusted

their course and headed straight for the bedroom and laid her on the soft mattress before

looking her deep in the eyes.

Hermione nodded to him. “I’m ready,” she murmured as she wrapped herself in his

arms.

Draco felt a rush of love overwhelm him at her words and vowed to make this the best

experience of her life.

He lowered himself gently next to her and kissed her softly. She moaned as she arched

into his kiss, pressing her body firmly into his and revealing in the reaction of his

body.

Draco swiped his tongue along her lips, encouraging her to open her mouth, which she did

readily. Slowly, he explored her mouth, intent on taking his time. Hermione retuned his

kiss, trying to deepen it, but moaned when he refused to.

Slowly, he began to run his fingers up and down her body, loving the shivers that ran

through her, knowing that he was the cause of them. He caressed her through her clothes,

making her squirm as her desire rose.

“Draco,” she let out on a long sigh as she arched into his hands, trying to escalate

things.

He smirked, even as his cock twitched in anticipation, trailing against the cloth of his

trousers. “Patience, my love,” he drawled back, whilst licking the shell of her ear with

the tip of his tongue.

She groaned in frustration, the fire of desire pooling in her stomach as he hands fanned

the flames. She looked him deep in the eyes, pleadingly. She licked her lips and

watched as his eyes lit up with an answering desire. “Please?” she whispered

seductively.

Draco nearly growled in pleasure at her simple request. He fought back the animalistic

desire to rip her clothes off of her and bury himself in her welcoming heat. Holding the

shreds of his control in his hands, he shook his head. “No. This is all about making

your first time a memorable experience.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a half smirk.

“Besides, I have a reputation to uphold,” he whispered back as he lowered his mouth back

to her neck, to suckle the soft skin there.

Hermione whimpered as his nipped at her skin lightly with his teeth, immediately soothing

the slight pain with a broad stroke of his tongue. Merlin, I’ve never felt like this!

She turned her head to the side to allow him more access.

Draco wanted to whimper along with her as his trousers grew unbearably tight with the

sounds she was making. He shifted slightly and settled on top of her, careful not to put

his full weight on her. As his hips met hers, he bucked a little, grinding himself into

her softly to try to ease his discomfort.

Hermione felt his cock straining against his trousers and was amazed at his self control.

Every time he brushed against the apex of her thighs, she felt white hot lances of desire

shock her body, making her arch back into him.

Draco felt his control slipping and moved down slightly, both to ease the contact between

their bodies and to open her white blouse to reveal the lace, almost see through, bra

underneath. He didn’t even try to hold back his groan of desire at the sight. “Mia,

you’re so beautiful,” he muttered as he worshipped her with his eyes. He traced the

outline of the bra lightly with his fingertips, then followed the same path with his

tongue.

Hermione shut her eyes and concentrated on the wonderful feelings that his tongue was

giving her, but it still didn’t come near to the feels she felt as they had rocked against

each other. She spread her legs a bit and moved her hips, trying to bring the contact

back, wanting to feel more.
Draco responded by moving both his hands to her hips to still her movement. “Mia, I’m not

going to last if you keep that up,” he said, his voice strained with desire.

Hermione flushed slightly, but feeling a sense of power. She nodded her head, not

trusting herself to speak as he began to suckle her nipple through the lace of her bra.

Her breasts felt heavy and flushed with desire, the nipples contracting to hard pebbles

under the attention he was giving her.

Suddenly, he unclasped the bra, pulling the material away from her and attached his mouth

to the ignored nipple. Strongly he suckled her, as she writhed beneath him. He felt her

hands move to his back, caressing him through his shirt.

“You have too many clothes on,” she whined as she moved her hands to the front of him,

trying to rid him of the shirt. He stopped his ministrations for long enough to rid them

both of their remaining clothes.

She watched as he stripped, appreciating his toned body, but feeling trepidation when she

saw how engorged his cock was. Will he even fit, she wondered. Her worried

thoughts were interrupted when he climbed back over her and she revealed in the feel of

his skin on her.

Draco licked his lips as his skin moved over hers, loving the feel of satin that it had.

He resumed his playful torture on her breast and soon she was gasping in pleasure again.

When he felt the time was right, he moved down, placing feather soft kisses on her

abdomen.

Hermione felt her muscles clench in anticipation as his talented tongue continued it’s

downward journey until it was lapping softly at her nether lips. She arched are back as

he tongue plunged into her, stroking her. She felt one of his hands move to trace a

figure eight on her clit and flew over the edge, screaming his name.

Draco smirked in satisfaction as she came and continued to torture her until the passion

was rising again, then he quickly moved up her body to position his aching cock at her

entrance. He looked her deep in the eyes, before muttering, “Are you ready? I can’t hold

back.”

Hermione smiled as she felt his turgid member brushing against her, causing ripples of

anticipation to flood her body. Slowly she nodded and then gasped as he entered her

slowly.

Draco moaned, his eyes molten silver in lust. “God, Mia. You’re so tight,” he whispered

as he sheathed himself in her. When he fully encased, he looked at her, waiting for her

to adjust. At her slightly nod, he began to thrust shallowly.

Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of him. The part of her mind that was not

caught up in pleasure, immediately noticed the difference between how he was taking her

compared to the rapes that she had endured. Her heart was bursting with love as she

realized that he was nothing like those men and he wanted to give her pleasure, rather

than take pleasure from her. Secure in that knowledge, she wound her legs around his hips

and began to grind against him, silently urging him to go faster.

Draco took her invitation and soon was thrusting in and out of her, the sound of flesh

slapping together hidden by their moans of pleasure. He felt his balls tightening as his

orgasm grew nearing and snaked a hand between them, determined that she should have

another orgasm before him.

Hermione felt his fingers teasing her clit mercilessly and then felt herself clamp down on

his cock as the most intense orgasm of her life ran through her. She opened her eyes as

she came and saw his face glistening with sweat and etched with pain from holding back.

With starts glittering before her, she pulled his face down to him and whispered, “Let

go.”

Draco bit his lips and he acquiesced to her request and with three more thrusts he

exploded inside of her. He ground his hips into hers, almost growling with the intensity

of his orgasm. I’ve never felt like this before, he thought through the fog of

spent desire.

He had enough presence of mind to roll to his side so he wouldn’t crush her with his

weight, but pulled her with him, keeping them joined. As he felt himself drifting off to

sleep, he smiled. “I love you, Mia.”

Hermione smiled at his fatigue riddled voice. “I love you too, Draco,” she returned

before drifting off with the thought that life was perfect.

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Fanfiction.net (I was aiming for 20 total), but with you’re second review I hit the 20

mark, so here you go! I loved bringing the sarcastic Draco about. He’s so much fun to

write. I couldn’t have him be completely different, because although people change when

you grow older, you don’t lose all of your original personality. Hopefully, you become a

better person!! I loved writing that line for Ginny. That’s how a couple of my friends

have been when they were pregnant, so I can sympathize!!