The Baby Project

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Chapter Thirty Four

'God knows what is hiding, in that world of little consequence.
Behind the tears, inside the lies
A thousand slowly dying sunsets.
God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts.
I guess the loneliness came knocking
No on needs to be alone, oh save me.'


Draco begrudgingly made his way down the stairs, liking nothing more than to stay within the confines of his new room and not come out until it was all over and he could go back to Hogwarts.

The stairs began to creak beneath his feet, and he felt the atmosphere within the living room change as soon as he had made the last of his journey to the foot of the stairs.

The first comforting thing he could see was Hermione playing with Airyn on the small rug in the middle of the room, holding up his daughter's tiny hands as she tried to steady her feet on the floor; she stood there looking very proud of herself for standing up.

He became aware that he seemed to be the only one standing within the room, and suddenly an uncomfortable feeling overcame him, and he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself.

‘Oh, this is stupid,’ he berated himself mentally. ‘Just say what you have to say and then it's over with.’

Easier said than done.

"Sit down, lad." a deep and gruff sounding voice came from the armchair in front of him. "You're making the place look untidy."

Draco didn't even realise what he was doing until he felt his legs moving on their own accord, obeying the older man sitting in the chair by carefully placing himself down on to the couch opposite.

Hermione glanced up at him and smiled slightly, bringing Airyn to rest on her knee as she gently played with the small blonde curls on top of her delicate head.

The same nose.

Draco looked down at the two girl's in front of him on the floor, and for the first time he actually felt his heart want to leap out of his chest as he watched them together. Airyn had the same chin as her mother, along with the curls in her hair and her brow line. She was such a pretty little thing, especially when she opened her mouth and let out that delightful giggle when she was amused.

"Will Andromeda be back soon?" Hermione asked Ted casually, finally getting up from the floor and plopping herself down next to Draco. She looked at him pointedly for a moment.

Let off the hook, by the sounds of it.

"She's gone to see Hatty Higginbottom." Ted answered casually, keeping one eye on the television in front of him. "Should be back in a few hours... probably when you lot have disappeared to bed."

Hermione let out a sigh of disappointment.
Draco let out a sigh of relief.

"Did you want her for anything in particular?" Ted asked absentmindedly, his eyes still not shifting from the TV.

"Oh, it can wait." Hermione told him casually with a swish of her wrist. "Draco just wanted to apolog - ouch!"

She rubbed her ankles together aggressively to stop the pain from where Draco had kicked her in the shins. He sent her a stern glare before shaking his head and looking down at the floor.

"Not necessary." Ted told them both suddenly, leaning forward to take his pipe from the small coffee table and light it with a match.

Draco frowned. No magic?

"Not necessary?" Hermione asked curiously, giving up on keeping Airyn on her knee and letting her slide into the small space between her parents, only to get stuck in-between the separating cushions.

"Andromeda and I allowed you into our home because Dumbledore informed us of the situation, and we both realised that this house was somewhere that neither Lucius nor Narcissa would ever dream of looking." The older Wizard spoke calmly, his pipe billowing smoke around the room.

"You got that right." Draco said quietly, watching his curly haired offspring as she attempted to pull herself out of her hole by pulling on his pants for leverage. She tried three times before giving up and looking up at her father with her baby blues, holding her arms in the air for him to pick her up.

"It's your own fault, kid." Draco told her in a gentle voice, smiling down at her. "If you weren't so keen to explore then you wouldn't get yourself stuck, would you?"

Airyn lost interest and looked to her mother instead.

Hermione shook her head. "Daddy's right, Airyn." She said with a laugh. "You'll just have to stay there."

"She's a sweet little thing, your girl." Ted announced thoughtfully, glancing over at the three people on the couch. "Reminds me of our Dora when she was her age... always needing to do her own thing."

"I think she's going to run circles around the both of us when she finds her feet." Hermione admitted with a smile, stroking the curls upon her babies head once more, loving the soft texture beneath her fingertips.

"You'll find that all children are like that." Ted told them both, a smile coming to his lips. "There were times when I would give up chasing Dora around the kitchen with her nappy and just let her wonder around naked until she got cold."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

Hermione giggled.

"How is Tonks?" Hermione asked the fair haired man, trying to ignore the sulking face of her small daughter as she was still stuck in-between the two cushions. Hermione saw Draco give in out of the corner of her eye and give Airyn his hand to pull herself up with.

"Doing well." Ted answered as he switched the television over. "I think old Mad-eye has her training harder than ever."

Draco gave an involuntary shudder at that particular name and chose to ignore where the conversation was going. Instead, he gave Airyn both of his hands and allowed her to grab hold and hoist herself into a standing position. She giggled and started bouncing again, exposing her gums as she did so.

Draco heard a clicking noise over by the kitchen door and looked over curiously for a moment.

He saw nothing, but could have sworn that someone had been in the kitchen not two seconds ago.

"You've never met Dora have you, Draco?" Ted asked him suddenly.

Draco's head shot up.

He had to think about that for a minute; had to get his head back into the conversation.

Had he ever really seen Nymphadora Tonks before?

Sure, he had seen her in passing every now and again, but that was few and far between.

This side of his estranged family was something that he had never taken the time to contemplate upon. Draco didn’t have any siblings, and he certainly didn’t have any cousins to really speak of.

To speak of being the operative words.

What a lonely childhood he must have unknowingly had. Spoilt, yes... but lonely all the same. How different things may have been if Andromeda had never ran off with Ted Tonks, the Muggleborn, and disowned by her family because she decided to live the life that she chose for herself.

It was then that Draco realised exactly how much he was ruled by the decisions he made, and exactly how much his family had the over all say in those decisions.

"No, I don't think I have." He answered finally, looking over at the rotund Wizard sitting in the chair opposite him. "I think she left Hogwarts just as I was starting."

"You two would get on like a house on fire." Ted told the young Malfoy with a small smile. Hermione turned and looked at him coyly. "She's as stubborn as a mule-"

"-And so are you." Hermione finished for the other Wizard, keeping her eyes on Draco the whole time.

Ted chuckled slightly before turning his eyes back to the television and falling silent again.

Hermione looked at him for a long moment before glancing down at his lap and smiling adoringly. Draco slowly followed her gaze to find the source of her happiness, only to find Airyn's head resting against his thigh.

Tired out and now fighting to keep her eyes open.

"I think she needs her bed." Draco said softly, reaching down to pat her curls lovingly. "She's been restless today, and I'm starting to wonder whether she's sensing things are happening."

"Kids see all sorts of things." Ted almost whispered to them, his eyes now trained on the cowboy film on the television screen. "But mostly I think you'll find that she's on the turn."

Hermione frowned. "On the turn?"

"Andromeda was supposed to let you know before, but I think it may have slipped her mind." Ted answered the witch. "Old Dumbledore asked her to let you know that the little one would be changing within the next day or two."

Hermione's eyes widened.

She had completely forgot about the transformations.

"We'll have to keep an eye on her." Draco announced, carefully picking his baby up and putting her onto his shoulder. "If she is going to be anything like last time then we need to prepare for a sleepless night."

Hermione hung her head in defeat.

Not that again.

"We'll have to take her up, I think." Draco told her, resting his chin against his baby’s soft hair.

"It's okay, I'll take her up." Hermione told him, holding out her arms as they were filled with Airyn’s sleeping form. "I think the sleeping arrangements for her are in my room, so I guess I'll sort her out."

Draco nodded before bending down to give Airyn a kiss on the forehead. He thought about it for a moment, before deciding to catch Hermione off guard and kiss her on the forehead too.

She smiled up at him sweetly. "We'll see you in the morning."

Draco watched her walk away up the stairs with a smile on his face. He then nodded curtly at Ted, before giving one more glance to the kitchen door and then walking to the stairs himself.

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Draco needed to pee.

It wasn't a desperate need... but he could definitely feel his bladder aching at the thought of release.

He grumbled into the pillow before throwing the covers off himself and making his way towards the bathroom. How did a short walk to the lavatory feel so long when you really needed to use it?

He was currently stationed in the attic, which meant that he had to walk down one flight of stairs just to get to his destination. Walking to the small bathroom, Draco took in his surrounds for what was the first time.

Nothing like Malfoy Manor.

Obviously Andromeda Tonks did not see any need for tapestries and paintings of ancient Ancestors.

Ah, finally, the bathroom.

Draco did not bother to turn on the light as he released his bladder into the bottom, feeling better already. He glanced to the side of him briefly, only to be met by a mirror. The reflection that stared back at him had spooked him a little.

It was almost like looking at his Father.

Was that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing these days? Draco had lost count of the amount of times he had tried to get his head around the whole thing.

The scariest thing?

He could see his Father's motives. He knew exactly why he was doing it...but why bother over something as petty as a school project?

But this wasn't about a project anymore, was it? It was about a small child who had taken his heart by the reigns and was now the one in the driver's seat.

Draco shook his head.

Best not to think about that.

Going to the basin and washing his hands, he gave himself one last glance in the mirror.

"No...I look nothing like My Father at all."

Draco's reflected eyes in the mirror shone with renewed faith.

He turned and walked out of the cold bathroom, closing the door behind himself when he almost knocked the dark figure down.

"Sorry." He whispered, his hands reaching out to try and hold them up straight.

"What is there to be sorry for?"

Draco froze.

That voice that sounded like his Mother's.

"I… er… I almost knocked you off your feet." He stammered, not too sure why he was nervous. He pulled his hands away from her and fidgeted with his hair in the dark. "I didn't see you there."

"Well it's a good job I saw you then, isn't it?" Andromeda told him humorously before walking around him and turning on the bathroom light through the now open door.

"I guess." He shrugged, feeling uncomfortable. He nodded at her slightly before starting to turn away, back up to the attic.

"You're right, you know." her soft voice reached his ears and he looked around at her.

He frowned.

Every time he looked at her, he saw more and more of Bellatrix in her face... but not her movements. No, her movements were graceful and elegant and... warm?

"You really are nothing like your Father." She gave him a small smile before shutting the bathroom door on him, throwing him back into darkness.


Draco allowed a smile to spread across his lips.

Maybe Andromeda Tonks wasn't too bad after all.


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Hermione could only remember the feeling of falling before she was rudely awoken from her sleep.

She knew it wasn't quite light yet because the curtains were still the dull navy colour that they were when she had first closed her eyes; the daylight not yet strong enough to illuminate them.

"Hermione?"

She opened one eyelid and tried to focus on the face hovering above her.

"It's too early in the morning to wake me up, Malfoy." She admonished irritably, before turning over in the bed and pulling the covers over her head.

Draco rolled his eyes and pulled the covers down to her feet. "I just need to speak to someone."

"And I'm that lucky person, am I?" She groaned; her eyes still closed as her hands blindly searched for the bed cover that Draco had pulled away from her.

"Depends on what you consider to be lucky." He told her cheerfully, sitting himself down at the end of her bed.

Hermione turned her head to look at him sleepily, her eyes squinting curiously to look at him. "Why are you full of the joy of spring all of a sudden?" She asked him, finally turning her body and propping herself up on her elbows to face him.

Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"I wasn't aware that I was full of anything." He said smoothly. "I've just been thinking, is all."

"Thought I could smell wood burning."

Draco gave her a sarcastic smile. "Hilarious. Where do you get your witty dialogue, Granger?"

"It catches, Malfoy." She answered cockily, propping her pillows up behind her head and resting back on to them.

He smiled at her momentarily before getting up from the bed and making his way around to the other side of it, where Airyn lay asleep in her travel cot. Draco frowned momentarily, not really remembering anyone bringing the cot with them on the journey.

"Andromeda transfigured the comfy chair in the corner of the room." Hermione answered his thoughts. He turned to look at her curiously.

She smiled at him. "I was wondering the same thing before when I walked in here."

But that wasn't all the seemed strange.

"Have you checked on Airyn tonight?" He asked her curiously, bending further down to examine his daughter.

Something had changed.

Draco felt Hermione's body heat behind him as she walked over to stand beside him at the crib.

"She's not cried all night." She whispered, peering down inquisitively. "I would have noticed if she would have-"

"-Her hair." Draco confirmed in a small voice, pointing into the crib. "Look."

And sure enough, sleeping in the middle of the travel cot was a small toddler with russet coloured curls and that familiar upturned nose that was the image of her Mothers.

Hermione's hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh no... I didn't even realise." She whispered frantically, looking up at Draco. "She changed and I didn't even notice... is that the sign of a bad mother?"

Draco allowed himself a small chuckle. "No, it's just the sign of a heavy sleeper."

She elbowed him in the ribs playfully, and then turned back to look at her Daughter. Airyn looked like a healthy two year old, fast asleep without a care in the world. Draco was almost positive that she would have the slight frame of her Mother, as she was still quite small for being two years of age.

"Kind of puts things into perspective, doesn't it?" Hermione asked him rhetorically. "Makes you think about the importance of family." She bent slowly into the crib and patted down her child's soft curls gently, causing Airyn to swat her hand away in her sleep.

Draco said nothing, but he knew she was right.

All of his life he had followed ideals, and allowed his mind to be penetrated with other people's prejudice. His Father was looking for them- solely on the purpose of wanting to end a life that had not even begun... would never really begin.

Was Airyn that much of a threat to his heritage? She was supposed to be a project that would only span one school year... but now Draco could not even contemplate the foreseeable future without her.

"Andromeda told me that I was nothing like my Father," Draco told the Witch beside him, looking over at her with a small smile upon his face. "And I'm starting to understand why that might be."

Hermione studied his face for a moment, taking in his pointed features and those grey yes. It had been so long since they had looked at her in the way that they used to... cold contempt. She had never really stopped to notice that their colour came alive whenever he was smiling or happy.

"You have always known that you were different from him." Hermione answered him with a frown, turning herself to face him. "You don't need anyone to tell you that."

Draco shook his head. "For years I wanted to be just like him. He is the one person I was brought up to respect and look up to... my Mother used to tell me that one day I would marry a woman just like her and have the life that they have lead. And I wanted it, because I wanted to make him proud."

"But I don't want that anymore." He admitted finally, looking up at the ceiling deep in thought. "I want to live my life without any rules to follow or people to please. I just want to work in a good job, and then come home afterwards and watch the telly-thing."

Hermione giggled softly. "I don't think the Wizarding world is ready for the Television quite yet." She told him with a smile. "But it's good to see that being here is actually having a good effect on you."

It had.

Andromeda probably would have been as miserable as himself if she hadn't of taken her life in her own hands and done something about it. Now she was free to do what she wanted, and he envied her for being courageous enough to do it.

He looked down at Hermione thoughtfully. "I should let you get back to sleep... I've ran out of things to rant about."

She kept her eyes on him, unwilling to move them away.

"Then make something up." She asked him quietly. "You're good at doing that."

Draco was quite taken back by her statement, wondering exactly what she wanted him to say. He watched the fire burning in her eyes curiously, thinking of reasons to keep himself there.

"I don't know what to say." He said quietly, still searching her eyes for some sort of sign of what she was planning.

Hermione on the other hand was wondering exactly what could have prompted her into making such a bold gesture.

Perhaps it was the fact that seeing him change in front of her like this had made her realise exactly how far he had come. Or maybe it was the fact that those same puppy dog eyes had reminded her of what had almost happened between them not one night ago. Images of him lying on top of her flashed into her mind.

Trust her hormones to get the better of her at a time like this. But it wasn't until just a moment ago that she had realised that she could not take this anymore. They got so far and then something got in the way... that had to stop now.

"What do you want me to talk about?" He asked her, watching her carefully through half lidded eyes. "I'm not really the sort to talk about the weather or-"

He was cut off by her mouth.

Well, that was one way to avoid the issue of conversation.

Hermione's lips were forceful, yet gentle against his own. He sighed and gave in completely, wrapping his arms around her waist to bring her closer to him as her tongue slowly slipped past his teeth to duel with his passionately. Usually he was the one in the dominant position, but found himself completely at her mercy as she pulled away momentarily before pushing him back a few paces until the back of his knees hit the bed.

He looked at her curiously, a grin on his face. "I thought you wanted me to talk?"

She stepped forwards until her chest was pressed against him, looking up at him with a matching smirk.

"I think we've done enough talking." She pushed him again, making him topple backwards to land on his back on the bed. "Let's see what else we can do."

Draco wasn't quite sure why he held his breath as he watched her crawl up his body. Her hair hung over her face to touch his cotton covered legs as she looked up at him thoughtfully.

"You sure about this?" He asked her seriously as her face finally came within inches of his. "Don't want you getting cold feet on me, now."

Her breath tickled his ear as she brought her lips to meet it. "I never got the chance to get them cold."

Draco was about to retort when he felt her lips upon his neck. He held his breath again as she kissed and sucked a tender part just below his ear. His hands came up into her hair to draw her closer, as she made her way a little further down, just above his collarbone with light feathery touches of her lips, making him wild.

They stopped momentarily for Hermione to take off his sweat shirt, discarding it on the other side of the room and allowing her hands to travel over the expanse of his chest, pausing to flick his right nipple.

Draco sat himself in an upright position on the bed, allowing her to sit in his lap and face him, both legs winding around his middle. He kissed her soundly on the lips, feeling her arms stretch out around his neck to draw him closer to her. He moved his thighs upwards momentarily to sit more comfortably, when he thrust up a little too far and unintentionally hit Hermione exactly where she needed it. She bucked forwards experimentally, feeling his erection through both of their pyjama bottoms. Urging her on, Draco grabbed her hips and guided her forwards again, both of them feeling it.

Hermione's lips dived for his once more, and this time their tongues entwined passionately as Draco brought her backside towards him, pulling her flush against him as his erection came to rest between his sweat pants and her clothed stomach. She would not stay that way for long, he decided, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head quickly, wanting to feel her mouth back on his own again. Her now naked breasts brushed against his equally naked flesh, and they both let out audible moans into each other's waiting mouths.

Draco was about to turn them around so she could lay under him when she stopped him. Instead, she pushed him back onto the bed and looked down at his sweat pants. She wanted to waste no time in taking them off, and decided to take the quick route instead. Draco's eyes bugged out of his head when he felt her hand on his erection through his pants, rubbing backwards and forwards, teasing him.

"You sure you've never done this before?" he asked her breathlessly, a coy smile erupting from his features.

She smiled shyly at him, and he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her down to his side and kissed her lips, making his way down her neck, and then finally coming to stop at her rounded globes. Taking one nipple into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue, he could hear her panting. It sounded delicious, and if it was possible, it turned him on even more. He slowly let go of the nipple and looked up at her; her eyes closed with her mouth open, trying to control her breathing.

She opened them again when she felt his hand creeping inside the elastic of waistband. She looked up into his eyes and smiled lazily, knowing exactly what he was about to do. She should have felt a little more embarrassed about his brazen act, but right now all she could think of was how good it had felt the first time he had touched her.

But she wasn't prepared for the stretch, as his fingers fluttered over her opening, testing for wetness. She closed her eyes waiting for it to happen, willing it to. And then it did.

Draco carefully inched his middle finger into her heat, kissing her forehead as he felt her tense slightly. He had debated as to whether she would be ready for it or not... but he knew that if he didn't do this soon then there was a possibility that this could take even longer than he wanted it to. He was a patient man... but even he had his limits. He began to move his finger very slowly within her, testing for any sort of discomfort. He did not hear a word from her, but when he teasingly flicked his thumb over her clit, he felt her buck towards his finger, drawing him in further as her eyes shot open to look into his.

He did it again.

She knew it would feel strange, and at first it did feel a little uncomfortable. But as soon as he touched her at her nerve endings, she felt that pressure starting to build. She bucked into his hand, causing him to move his finger and thumb over her and inside of her at the same time, causing a delicious friction in her core. She could feel him blowing cold air over her nipples, and she was sure that she had never felt this sort of experience the first time.

Draco gently added his index finger, feeling her stretching around it as she became wetter than before.

"Oh...." She whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.

His fingers began moving again, only a little faster this time, making her pant just a little harder as she clutched at his forearm. Draco tried adding a third finger, but when Hermione's eyes suddenly went wide, he retracted it.

Two fingers maximum... it was going to kill him when he was finally able to have sex with her... make love to her. That tight, wet heat quaking around him as he rode her; He would never last.

"How does that feel?" He asked her, feeling his hard on rage enthusiastically at the image of Hermione Granger falling apart in his arms.

Hermione rolled her head backwards and exposed her beautiful neck. She let out a few groans before opening her eyes.

"If you stop, I will never forgive you"

He didn't intend on it.

Instead, he kept up the pace with his fingers and revelled in the way she silently asked for more. Her legs were now spread apart as far as they could under the restrictions of her pyjama bottoms, and her cheeks were flushed as she breathed heavily. Draco had not realised until just now that her right hand had been placed on top of the hand he had on her bottoms, keeping it there as she started to grind against him.

"I need more..." She whispered, her eyes closed as she fought off the building sensation stirring in the pit of her stomach.

Draco frowned slightly when she turned onto her side and reached downwards for something. He wasn't prepared for the loud gasp that escaped from his mouth when he felt her hand reach inside of his own bottoms and wrap itself around his hard on.

Bold.

But she needed to do this. Fingers were good... fingers were very good... but they still weren't him. She wanted to feel him inside of her.

Draco tried to concentrate, he really did. His fingers continued to pump in and out of her at a set pace, but it was getting continually harder for him when all he could think about was her soft, warm hand stroking his penis timidly.

"You need to stop-" He breathed raggedly in her ear. "-don't worry about me."

She gripped him just that little bit tighter and looked into his eyes determinedly. "Show me how."

He could have climbed on top of her that very moment and buried himself deep inside of her, but he held out instead as he clung to his resolve. Was she ready for that? The way she was gripping him was making him think that she could have been ready long before he had any idea.

Finally he nodded, before begrudgingly retracting his fingers from her core and shifting himself so that he was now propping himself up onto his elbows and Hermione was hovering over his left side with one hand still in his pants.

"You need to give yourself some space." He told her quietly, his eyes penetrating hers. "Take me out of my pants and keep your hand still."

Hermione slowly did as she was told. Her curiosity was heightened when she finally looked upon the length that she had been holding inside of his clothes. She had nothing to compare his size to, but at the moment she knew that he was at least five times thicker than his fingers.

How was that supposed to fit inside of her?

She examined the length with her hand, palming his erection from the base to the tip. She heard him draw in breath and looked down at him.

Eyes closed, a look of deep concentration on his face.

She did the same thing again, only this time when he got to the base, she wrapped her fingers around it and then brought her hand upwards towards the tip of his cock.

"That's good..." He informed her with a small moan. He wanted to open his eyes and watch her pleasure him, but he knew it would be too much for him. Instead, he tried to control his emotions as her small fist swept up and down his length again, bolder and much more confident as his small responses escaped from his lips.

Hermione slowly built up her pace, growing steadily more confident that she was doing the right thing as Draco's breathing began to quicken. She had decided that she liked the feel of his cock, and an excited shiver ran through her at the thought of having it inside of her very soon. She kept her eyes on his face as she began to pump him just that little bit harder, causing his mouth to open in a silent plea.

"God... so good..." He whispered, biting his lip enticingly as he felt her running her thumb over the tip of his penis, spreading his pre-cum around.

How did she learn to do that?

"How am I doing?" She asked him, her lips close to his ear.

He decided to hazard a glance at her.

Then he wished he hadn't.

She was looking at him; her hair wild, cheeks flushed and a hunger in her eyes that told him she really wanted to do this for him. He also noticed that she was absentmindedly rubbing her legs together; searching for friction that had been lost upon his decision to allow her to do this to him.

"You have no idea..." He panted, looking up into her eyes and locking with them. Her fingers were working faster now, and he could feel the pressure burning within his stomach. If she didn't stop then he was going to explode.

And he couldn't have that.

Ladies come first.

Deciding to take her current state into his own hands, Draco used his arms to gently push her pyjama bottoms down past her knees. Hermione took the rest of her initiative to kick them off of her feet whilst till managing to pump Draco in a continuing rhythm, driving him wild.

Once Hermione's bottoms were shed from her body, Draco gracefully hoisted her right leg over his thigh. Hermione adjusted herself to gain better access to his cock, as seemed to be preparing her for something.

"Just relax." He told her in a deep, husky voice, her hand driving him crazy. She gave him a curious look, but soon got the message when he traced the outline of her inner thigh with his fingertips, sinking two fingers into her still ready and waiting core.

"Oh..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She began pumping his cock harder than ever, making him groan with her.

By this time Draco was desperate.

Stretching his neck up a little further from the bed, he angled his lips to latch on to one of her suspended nipple and began to lick at it, causing Hermione to involuntary buck against his fingers and clench her walls.

"Keep going." Was all she asked of him as his thumb began to circle her clit. She began pumping in an upwards motion, feeling her face flush with the sensations of three pleasure points being assaulted, and she was loving every minute of it.

"Can't stop." He answered her, short of breath as he felt her riding his fingers while he continued to stroke in and out of her relentlessly.

Hermione felt herself on the tip, just as she had felt that first time, only now it was a hundred times better than she could ever have remembered. She felt that fire burning her all over, and as Draco flicked over her clit gently with his thumb once more, she felt herself falling.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God..." She panted, starting to feel her body shaking.

"Let it go..." He whispered, licking her areola and continuing his ministrations. He knew it would not be long before he was gone himself, and he could feel that familiar tightening sensation in his balls... but he didn't care, as long as Hermione went over the edge first.

Hermione looked him dead in the eyes as her world fell around her. She never broke the contact as she began to shake uncontrollably as Draco attacked her bundle of nerves one final time, sending her spiralling over the edge.

A silent scream erupted from her, causing her mouth to form an ‘O’ shape as she shattered in orgasm, but she could not allow her body to grow boneless and limp. She had her own job to do first.

It didn't take long.

Draco had watched her fall apart in his arms, and watching her having to control her mother of all orgasms had sent him to the brink. He felt her walls quiver and tighten around his fingers, and just the thought of how that would feel around his cock sent him spiralling over the edge.

Hermione watched him as he held her moving hand in his, and they moved them together as one. Draco had allowed her to pick up a frenzied pace, and in no time at all she could hear him muttering obscenities beneath his breath as the evidence of his arrival leaked into both of their waiting hands.

He waited for the blinding light to fade from his eyes before he opened them and looked over at her. Hermione was lying beside him on the bed, her eyes also closed and breathing deeply.

"That was..." She started, still short of breath.

"...yeah." He finished for her, a smirk playing on his face at the thought of just how good it felt to take that next step.

"I really wouldn't mind if you decided to show me how to do that again." She announced casually, opening her own eyes to look at him, pushing stay hairs away from her face.

"More where that came from, luv." Draco answered her, feeling relaxed and sedated.

Hermione looked at him seriously for a moment.

"Let's not wait too long to find out..."

Draco smiled at her knowingly.

Now she was ready.

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"Any word?"

"Nothing as of yet."

"They can't have disappeared, they would not be able to hide for long"

Lucius kept his eyes upon the lawns of his manor, watching the light rise over the grass.
"I will recieve word as to where they have been moved to as soon as my inside man get's information."

"Old Dumbledore would never think of something so low" Narcissa almost hissed. "What sense would he have in believing that our Son would take his side over ours?"

"The old fool has tainted his mind, it seems" Lucius answered. "Instead of coming to his senses and realising how Dumbledore has been poisoning his mind, it seems that Draco has chosen to consort with the Mudblood and her friends."

"Surely he will realise his fault's when we find him?"

"We can only hope that Dumbledore has not turned him into a Muggle-loving outcast before that" The older man replied darkly. "Either way, Draco can blame no one but himself for getting involved."

"If he'd have been partnered with a blood-worthy female from Slytherin, then it may never have come to this" Narcissa said absentmindedly, standing behind her husband and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Draco will learn who the real villains are soon enough."