A House Divided
6. The Second Turn
Six Weeks Post-Natal Day
“I’m pregnant…”
“I’m not surprised. Is this my fault? You haven’t hit me… yet.”
“No,” she sighed in tears, “I fucked this one up on my own.”
“I doubt that — if it’s mine, I had to contribute something. Would it be arrogant of me to ask how?”
“You’re gloating, you baby-making bastard!”
“And why shouldn’t I? I’m about to have the best sex of my young life for months and another Malfoy will grace the Manor. What’s not to like?”
“Sometimes I really hate you…”
“It will pass — tell me: what happened?”
“It was the wine, I think…”
“Speak up, Lioness. You were about to admit I was right about the spirits and their effect on you.”
“I made a mistake… with the charm.”
The quiet from the normally outspoken Gryffindor prompted Draco to nudge her.
“And???…”
“Instead of ‘Fertilitas Impervium' I cast “Fertilitas Imperio’, I’m pretty sure…” she confessed, exposing the difference between “impervious fertility” and “fertility imperative”.
At that admission, the soon-to-be father turned blood red and confronted his partner.
“YOU CAST AN IMPERIO CURSE ON ME!?”
“I-I-I think so… With a command to conceive. You couldn’t have stopped if you tried.”
“If memory serves, neither one of us wanted to stop.”
“Stop patting yourself on the back! We’re about to have three children under three years old.”
Tugging her up from the divan in their bedroom, Draco enveloped Hermione in his arms. A contented sigh rolled up his chest and left his mouth as a sensuous breath on her neck and in her hair.
“What are you thinking about, Dragon?”
“Thanks to you, Gryffindor, I’m up 3-to-0 in producing Slytherins for Hogwarts. I believe I will win ‘Cock of the Decade’ at the club when I tell Zabini and the boys we’re having another child.”
By the time he heard the shoe she magicked towards the back of his head, it was too late to duck.