Hunter and Prey

“I won’t hurt you.” Draco slipped her bra off to get it out of the way, setting it aside as another gesture of her control. It was right there. She could put it back on whenever she wished. He was no fool. She had been abused and would shy if she felt threatened, and with their history likely never forgive him for pushing her. Assuming she didn’t hex his balls into a pair of novelty earrings.

“I’m pregnant.” Hermione objected. How stupid was that? It was damn obvious she was up the duff. She did not know what else to say. He massaged her breasts kindling heat between her legs.

“Oh Hermione, I’m sorry.” He whispered against her neck. Draco found that he did feel compassion for her. Not for the schoolgirl who had bested him but for the young woman who had stared down his aunt; who had gone back to Hogwarts when he could not face it. And for the woman who had fought free of Fenrir Greyback.

“It doesn’t feel real.” Hermione closed her eyes, rubbing her hands along his thighs. He felt real and she felt real and inside her they felt real but there was no context. It was like a random dream. Any moment the setting would change and she would find herself in Tesco’s grocery shopping naked.

“It won’t. Not for a long time.” Draco rested his head against hers, wrapping his arms around her. His sixth year still felt like a waking nightmare. It was his turn to sigh. Of their own accord his hands drifted down to the full curve of her stomach. She looked like a votive figure, fertile and glorious. He ached for her. He wanted to push her down and take her but once would not quench him and she would kill him before he touched her again.

“I wish I knew what to do.” Hermione let Draco Malfoy pull up the hem of her dress so he could touch her belly skin to skin. He resumed his massage, just cradling her. She decided then she would not push him away. Whether she could bear to sleep with him, she did not know but she was willing to try.

“I wish they were mine.” Draco felt one of the babies kick. At that moment he could have killed Greyback with his bare hands out of sheer jealousy. How dare that flea bag get three children on a witch! He was a pure-blood. He should be struggling like the rest of them to keep their names alive.

“You don’t mean that.” She said softly, still stroking his legs. There was no censure in her voice. Draco met her eyes in the mirror. They shared something he could not name, something far more intimate than their bodies.

“Perhaps not. But let us make believe for a little while.” He eased the cushion out from between them and nestled closer. Hermione wavered for a moment then hooked a finger in his pants’ cuff to pull his foot towards her. She took off his shoes, tossing them off the bed with scant regard for their hand-sewn leather. His socks followed. It seemed like a declaration.

Draco removed his shirt then put his arms around her again. He made himself wait. Hermione turned in his embrace and unbuckled his belt. She unzipped his fly then freed him from his boxers. It was all he could do not to jerk his dick against her touch but the thought of waiting this long just for a handjob made him relax.

Hermione lifted herself over his leg so they could both stand up. Draco stepped out of his trousers and pulled her dress off over her head. He let her remove her underwear and he removed his, giving her one last chance. If she backed away now he’d combust but she would remember he let her choose.

They kissed in the clumsy way new lovers did, bumping noses. That made Hermione laugh. Draco drew her down onto the bed while she chuckled. Onto her back so he could kiss his way up her body. He meant to savour this. His tongue traced around her nipples before he gave into the temptation to suckle.

Hermione’s mouth opened in a soundless moan. She didn’t know whether to swear or pray. She shivered as he rubbed her belly and when his fingers found her clit she was dripping wet. Draco touched her lightly, anticipating her flinch. She did tense, her heart racing. Then she looked in the mirror slowly letting her breath out.

“Hurry, please.” Hermione licked dry lips. She did not add ‘before I lose my nerve’ but the glance from his ice blue eyes told her he had heard it.

Draco knelt between her legs and lifted her hips to settle her in his lap. He pushed inside her slowly. She was as hot as he had fantasised. His dick throbbed and he had to grit his teeth to keep a steady pace. He rocked his hips making sure he rubbed against her folds to stimulate her. He might not be her first but he would be her best.

Thank god he felt different. Hermione let herself move against him. She shifted a little so he could see her touching her breasts in the mirror. Draco glanced aside and groaned. Next time he saw Weasley he would laugh in his face for picking a Quidditch slag over her. He picked up his strokes a little as she responded then used a trick he had learned from a French girl and tickled the sole of her foot.

Hermione made a noise a cross between a laugh and a shriek as she twitched. She clenched around him instinctively then gasped as she fizzed towards orgasm. Not a magic button but way to use the sympathetic nervous system, she mentally babbled as she hit her peak. Draco couldn’t last after she clamped tight around him and exploded inside her so hard it hurt.