Mrs Malfoy

A/N: This is a short chapter, but I'm going away on holiday for three days so I wanted to get something up for you all before I left. Hopefully it'll be enough to tide you over until I can write the next chapter. And hopefully the next chapter will be worth the wait.

Dreamweaver, your review made me giggle. And I'm glad that Draco_Lover is here for more than just the smut...though she'll hopefully be happy with this chapter as well. And a big thanks to everyone else that reviewed on that chapter as well--I was afraid that it was a bit too much but everyone seemed to like it. :) Laur and polka dot and caseyjarryn and Liz and angeles and Gryffindor_Slytherin and Heidi191976 and Citten and kazfiest and ginnylovesharry07 and meankitty69 and ABeda! You are all amazing. :D

Thanks again to my wonderful reviewers. :)

Happy reading (even though it's short),

~Charlie

Chapter 7

The scene was exactly the same as the other scene that Hermione had dreamed the day before and yet it was at the same time completely different. There was no sound and there was no colour as before, but apart from that it was completely and utterly changed.

The same woman as before—though Hermione knew in her subconscious that it was herself—was walking down a large hallway, one that was probably in the Manor. She was wearing high-heeled boots and a low-cut dress. She had a man’s coat draped over herself and her hair was wet and her mascara was running.

The handsome, gorgeous blonde that had watched her before while she was jumping on his bed was now following behind her, his face looked angry and hurt. Finally, he stopped her by grabbing her arm and pushed her roughly against the wall. He yelled something and she retorted.

Actually, it seemed as though it was a full-blown argument and Hermione was angry that she could not hear anything that they were saying. The man was shouting at the woman and the woman was shouting at the man. There seemed no end to it until finally the man leaned close into her with a torn expression on her face and said something that Hermione knew was important.

She said something back to him—something that was obviously equally important because he looked shocked and upset. He then put his hand over her stomach and asked a short question. The woman nodded her head. He kissed her.

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When Hermione awoke and felt a warm body wrapped around her own, she thought that she could never think of a time when she had been more content. She smiled as she remembered the previous day, and then frowned that she could still not remember anything before it until the night that she had lost her virginity to Ron.

She stretched her body. She was pleasantly sore from last night’s activities and she groaned when she remembered what Malfoy had told her before she had fallen asleep. It was their anniversary today. Another thing that had been wiped from her brain. What anniversary was it? One-year? Two-year? She didn’t even know what they did for their anniversaries or anything…would they go out to a nice dinner or maybe just stay in bed all day? Would these plans be ruined because she still had not regained her memories yet?

She decided to get up and take a shower. That way she could get ready for the day ahead of her. If it was anything like yesterday had been, she had to be prepared. She wasn’t sure what else could happen to make her life any more miserable—or any happier—but she was sure that there would be some surprises in store for her today.

She shimmied out of Draco’s warm embrace and nearly fell off the bed. She was naked but found that his Slytherin tie was still tied around one of her wrists. She untied it and put it on the bedside table next to the opened box of sugar quills. When she turned back around, her stomach was suddenly hit with a sharp pain and she knew that she was going to be sick.

Godric damn her forgetting that she was pregnant. She ran to the loo and collapsed over the toilet, nearly dry-heaving since there was not much food in her stomach to begin with. She quickly finished puking and went over to the sink to brush her teeth. She opened the drawer that she had seen Draco open the day before and found her tube of toothpaste and about twenty unopened toothbrushes. She smiled.

When she finished cleaning the sick from her mouth, she threw the toothbrush into the bin and put the toothpaste back into the drawer. Then—feeling the evidence of last night’s activities running down her thighs—she stepped into the tiled shower and commanded it to turn on to a warm temperature.

She had just finished washing the conditioner from her hair when she heard the shower door open and a cool gust of air follow. She turned around to find Draco standing in the shower with her—sporting a glorious erection. ‘Showering without me?’ he asked with a smile. He immediately moved towards her, kissing her softly before turning her around in his arms. He pushed her against the warm tile of the shower and ran one hand down her body. His hand moved along the front of her leg before he grabbed it and picked her leg up so that her foot could rest on the seat built into the side of the shower, leaving her wide open for him.

His hand came back up her leg to caress her clit as his lips went to the side of her neck. Her hands were holding her up against the tiles but she wanted nothing more than to bring them back and sink them into his hair. Finally, he shoved her forward, her breasts smashed against the tiles and her face turned to the side to avoid kissing them, and entered her slickly from behind.

‘Oh, Godric, Draco,’ she moaned. He had the stamina of a nineteen-year-old, that was true, at least. His fingers strummed along her clit as he thrust up into her warm, wet, and willing body. She could feel her heels lift off the tiled floor every time he thrust into her, sliding her body up and down the wet tiles in front of her. The water of the shower was falling down on them like a rain shower and it only helped with the slippery sliding of their bodies.

‘Gorgeous,’ he said softly, biting her neck hard without breaking the skin. She groaned out loud as he continued to fuck her thoroughly against the wall. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to her orgasm.

‘Harder!’ she moaned. Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered that Draco’s thrusts were not the only thing that became harder as the water that had been pouring down on them also strengthened its intensity. His hips moved faster and with more intensity into her cunt until her feet were lifting nearly completely off the floor. Her nipples rubbed sensually over a line in the mortar of the tiles and this sensation tossed her right over the edge of her glorious precipice. ‘Draco!’ she yelled, feeling her body pulse with her climax, her sensitive clitoris still between his deft fingers as he sunk fully into her cunt and released his seed.

‘Hermione,’ was his soft exclamation as he came. He pulled out of her and helped her move her shaky leg down from the seat before turning her back around in his arms and kissing her. He pulled away and wiped his wet fringe back from his forehead. ‘Happy anniversary,’ he smiled. ‘Slow down,’ he said.

‘What?’ she asked, but it was redundant as she felt the shower’s water slow to a mere sprinkle.

‘I’ve tried to fix that a hundred times,’ he said. ‘It always does that when you scream out “harder” or “faster.” It gets annoying after a bit.’ He smiled wryly as the shower followed his instructions and he had to command it to slow down once again.

She smiled shyly. She was leaning against a wet tile shower with Draco bloody Malfoy (who hadn't slipped on the tiles at all, the liar) leaning against her, kissing her and touching her body, had a cunt full of his spunk, and wanted nothing more than to have him again. Twenty-four hours ago she was screaming in hysterics and wondering how he had obliviated the last six years from her memory.

At least she knew how she had fallen for him in the first place. He was so bloody charming…when he wanted to be. He made her feel like a woman whereas Ron had just treated her like a girl. She sighed in contentedness when Draco kissed the side of her neck again. ‘I’m happy, right?’ she asked.

‘What?’ he asked.

‘With you, I mean,’ she said. ‘We’re happy together? We didn’t just get married because we had Rose, right?’

‘Yes, we’re happy together, and actually, we didn’t get married until after Rose was born,’ he said. ‘Thus her turning three last week and this being our three-year anniversary.’

‘Really?’ she asked. ‘I thought Lucius would be completely against having a bastard grandchild.’

Draco grinned. ‘It’s because of him that we didn’t get married until after she was born. He didn’t want to believe that the baby was mine,’ he said. ‘So we had to wait until after Rose was born and had a paternity test before we could get married. Once she was born, he wanted us married as quickly as possible, though.’

‘Sounds like him,’ Hermione said. ‘Would never want a scandal on the Malfoy name.’

‘Never,’ he said and kissed her again. He groaned in annoyance. ‘I should actually shower now. Ginny’s throwing us a party at her house at noon.’

‘What time is it?’ Hermione asked.

‘Half-ten.’

‘Oh,’ she said with a smile. ‘I should get dressed then.’

‘Nothing too smart,’ he said with a smile. ‘But smart enough.’

She smiled and kissed him once again before exiting the shower, wrapping a large, warm towel around herself and going into her closet to get dressed.