After Midnight

Draco sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. Since the Dark Lord had taken over, he had had his hands full trying to reestablish some semblance of order. The first of that order had been to make certain that those who opposed them were properly taken care of or disposed. The next order of business was to establish a caste system and a way of enforcing it. On the top were the purebloods, followed by well-connected half-bloods and then at the bottom were mudbloods followed by muggles. Of course, if a mudblood proved to be extraordinarily talented they could move up in the caste system as long as they kept their place. Wizarding society had needed this for so long. Their culture was being lost in a hodge-podge of mixed customs from all areas of the world and it needed order established by those who best knew how to guard their secrets.

Moving to get his coat, Draco grinned at the thought of what was waiting on him at home. He looked at the moving picture on his desk. It was of Hermione and his two boys on their first birthday. Dominick and Troy squished their hands into their cake over and over again while Hermione laughed and pointed to the camera, getting them to look. He remembered that day because it had been the first time since he’d brought her there that she had been the one to initiate contact between them without him having to coach her into doing it. She’d been genuinely happy and reminiscent of the girl he’d fallen in love with at Hogwarts. It hadn’t been much, but the lingering hug she’d given him with her head resting a moment on his chest while she smiled at their children had made him instantly hard and incurably happy. He would have given her anything that day.

As he flooed into their front hallway he could hear Dominick and Troy playing in what used to be his mother’s sitting room. Smiling to himself he slowed his pace and made his movements as silent as possible, intending to sneak up on them. When he reached the partially closed door he heard voices other than the babbling of his sons.

“Are you quite sure?” he heard his wife’s voice ask.

“Yes, Mrs. Malfoy, you are approximately one month gone. I’ll leave two weeks’ supply of pre-natal potion for you and then you should have Mr. Malfoy contact me again so that I can determine the health and sex of the baby.” Draco stood straight up hearing the medi-wizard’s faltering footsteps come towards the door. Turning the corner so that it looked like he’d just stepped in he nodded to the medi-wizard.

“Is she okay?” he asked, trying to feign concern.

“I think I’ll let her tell you.” With that medi-wizard was ushered out by a house-elf. Draco grinned and opened the door to what had become Hermione’s sitting room and his two year old sons squealed with delight and ran immediately to him. Scooping one each up into his muscular arms he leaned towards Hermione who had obediently gotten up and walked towards him to receive their ritual kiss. Handing one of the twins back to her he wound his arm about her waist and pulled her close to him.

“What did the doctor say?” he asked into her hair. The scent of lavender assaulted his nose as he nuzzled behind her ear. She didn’t return his affectionate gesture, but she didn’t pull away the way she used to during her first months in her new life. Draco thought back to those times and grinned. It had been difficult to get her to break, but using the Weasley bint as leverage and occasional reminders in the privacy of their bedroom made her very compliant. Besides, he could always threaten to take the children away. He never would, of course, but he knew that was one thing she would never, ever risk. Now she was pregnant again.

Hermione studied her husband for a few moments before telling him, “The doctor says I don’t have the flu.”

“Oh?” She wasn’t certain to how he would react to hearing that she was pregnant again. What if he told her to get rid of it? What if he didn’t want any more children? He loved Dominick and Troy, but he’d always been adamant that the Weasleys were over breeders. She decided to go ahead and tell him. It wasn’t as if this was something she could hide.

“No, I don’t have the flu. I’m… I’m pregnant. I’m going to have your baby. Again.” She added the last part as an afterthought. Maybe reminding him that it was his would make things go over more smoothly. He enjoyed taking her roughly and a new baby would mean that would have to be put on hold for a few months. Would he be willing to wait? She waited to see his reaction, her breath held.

Draco put Troy down and took Dominick from her arms and pulled her to the hallway, his expression unreadable. He shut the door to the sitting room and pressed her up against it. Grabbing her chin in his hand, he forced her too look at him. “Say it again,” he whispered dangerously.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered back fearfully as he picked her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. He unbuttoned his trousers and she felt the cool metal of his belt buckle against her inner thigh as he reached under her skirt and pushed her knickers aside.
“Say it again,” he said, this time louder.

‘I’m, ow! pregnant,” she said as he entered roughly, tears dripping from her eyes her eyes.

“Say it again, all of it,” he growled as moved inside her. He pressed his hand against her clitoris and she felt the magic flow wandlessly from his fingers. She was wet and ready now.

“I’m pregnant. I’m going to have your baby.” She said as she held onto his broad shoulders for dear life. She could hear the twins clawing at the door behind her, wondering where their parents had gone. Draco continued his upward thrusts into her tight channel, making her back bang against the door. Her children were on the other side and he was taking her more or less in front of them. She wanted to cry, but didn’t dare.

As soon as Draco felt her contract around him, he knew he had won. He shot his seed into her belly, where it had already taken root and growled, “Mine, all mine.”

He leaned his head into the crook of her neck for a moment, feeling relief wash over him. He hadn’t been there to hear it the first time and that made this time so much more special. She was his now, like he’d always wanted her to be. They would have three children and she had been permanently tied to him. His life felt wonderful. He had the woman he’d obsessed over for years in his home and his bed and she was telling him that they were about to enlarge their family. She was permanently stuck to him now. She was still afraid of him, but she loved their children and this pregnancy wouldn’t be marred with the stigma of her capture. He could show her how tender he could be and make her feel safe with him. She would fall for him, completely.

As he let her down, Hermione could feel their combined juices staining her thighs. She was so relieved that he wasn’t angry she almost cried. It was stupid, but she almost felt grateful to him for allowing her to keep it. He held every aspect of control in his hands and she was happy for what few victories she got.

“How about we go to dinner tonight?” he asked. “We could even invite the Zabinis, if you wanted.”

Hermione couldn’t believe her ears. It had been six months since she had last seen Ginny. She ran up to her husband and kissed him square on the mouth. She felt him grin against her lips and wrap his arms around her waist. Pulling back he looked down at her smiling face. “I love you,” he prompted.

“I love you too, Draco.”