Always On My Mind

Walking through Diagon Alley, Draco felt better than he had in days. Shopping as a cure for depression had been something he’d inherited from his mother. Holding his wife’s hand he steered through the crowds until he found himself outside of Matilda’s Nursery, the premier baby store for wizards. Pulling in a blank faced Hermione, he looked around the store, excited to pick out the items his son would be using in five months. His relationship with Hermione had been strained the past few months. Their nights together were wonderful, but during the evening she was always cool but polite towards him. He took her to lunch everyday and Padma Patil-McMillan always gave him that grin that people give newly weds. Hermione would debate with him and she wouldn’t pull away when he was publicly affectionate with her, but she never leaned her head on his shoulder while they watched the telly or leaned towards him while they read on the couch. The only time he saw any glimpse of what their old relationship had been like was when they talked about their baby. He’d gone with her to all of her appointments and even went to these muggle classes her mother had signed her up for called ‘Lamaze’. The instructor reminded him of Professor Trelawney, but the exercises did seem helpful and for two hours a week he got to be in the company of other prospective fathers. His and Hermione’s child was obviously going to be far superior to any of the other babies in the class, he could tell. However, he had collected a few business cards with promises of play dates.

Hermione immediately perked up upon entering the store. He walked her towards the back where different sets of nursery furniture were arranged. There were varying styles and designs made out of different kinds of materials. Draco already had a family bassinette that would be placed in their bedroom until the future Malfoy could sleep halfway through the night. He wanted something that was well-crafted, had value, but would be ageless. He’d loathed being an only child and hopefully after their first bundle of joy arrived, more would follow. That is if he could get his marriage straightened out. He’d thought that once he had her in his house that things would naturally fall back into their old habits. He missed the little things, like how she would absentmindedly rub his back when they walked through a store or run her fingers through his hair while he worked at home. Sometimes at night she roll over in her sleep and throw her arm over him, the way she had when they lived in their flat, but it wasn’t a nightly occurrence. At night he was plagued with dreams in which she left him for Seamus Finnegan or Lee Jordan or where she angrily told him he would never be the love of her life the way Ron Weasley had been. Ron was still a sore subject between them that had never been discussed. Had he ruined their relationship permanently when he’d left? Would she have ever gone back to him even if she hadn’t gotten pregnant with Ron’s child? Had she been happier with Ron than she was with him? Draco had grown up over the years and what if Ron had too? What if he matured into the perfect man for Hermione like everyone always thought he would be? It was killing Draco inside, but he didn’t think he would like the answers to his questions. Whenever he felt insecure, he asserted himself sexually, which meant that their nights had been rather athletic as of late.

Forcing himself to think of furniture for his unborn child, Draco put the thoughts of screwing his wife’s over active brains out from his mind. Hermione had gotten into the shopping spirit and was walking from one crib to another, examining them and looking at the prices. She was already showing and Draco took every opportunity he could to touch her belly and know that he was responsible for its roundness. Walking up behind her he pressed a kiss to her ear and ran his hands over her belly.

“See anything?” he asked and felt happiness wash over him as she leaned back into him and smiled.

“I don’t know. I really like the dark cherry one that has the ivory inlay, but it’s rather dark for a nursery, don’t you think?”

‘I think that whatever his mummy picks out, our little man is going to love. Besides, he won’t know that there was a different choice to be had until he’s too old for it to matter.”

He was rewarded with another smile and as she walked to the next display, she held his hand. He was glad, because the next person who walked in the door made him grit his teeth in anger. Julian Delacour had visited his cousin Fleur in Britain and decided that he enjoyed the scenery very much. Part of that scenery had been the inside of Hermione’s room during University. It had been during one of their ‘off’ periods and they hadn’t been committed to each other, but it had still made Draco seethe with anger. Hermione had informed him later that they hadn’t actually slept together, rather just had a few heated snogging sessions, but Draco knew that Julian had wanted much more from his wife.

“Julian, how are you?” Hermione asked and Draco noticed that she was nervous. Draco almost had apoplexy as he watched the very handsome French man kiss his wife on both cheeks and then put both his slimy French hands on her baby bump.

“Hermione, eet ‘as been too long, ma cherie. I see I ‘ave been beaten en ze race to win your ‘eart. Pregnancy suits you mon amour.” Hermione blushed and Draco seethed. Perhaps he squeezed her hand too hard because she immediately came out of her stupor and introduced him.

“Actually, Julian, this is my husband, Draco Malfoy. We’re expecting our first child in September.” The two blonde men regarded each other. Each was very handsome, but Julian was heartbreakingly beautiful in that fairy prince kind of way. Draco knew that Julian’s grandmother had been a Veela, but Julian had apparently not found his mate yet. Draco hoped he sensed her soon, because dealing with his obsession over Hermione was discomforting. Hermione had once confessed drunkenly to Pansy that Julian could do things with his tongue most guys could only dream about and he didn’t want her having second thoughts about her position on fidelity. Although their marriage bonding had included a strong fidelity charm, he didn’t want his wife imagining this prat’s tongue when his head was between her legs.

Draco was startled to see the bastard coolly appraising him. ‘So you won ze ‘eart of ze elusive Hermione Granger, zen? I congratulate you, monsieur. You are indeed a very lucky man. Any man would be more zan ‘appy to ‘ave zis woman carrying ‘is child. Isn’t she beautiful? Most men do not find pregnant women attractive, but I find zem to be gorgeous.”

“Hermione has never been more beautiful to me than when she is pregnant. I assure you, the sight of her pregnant with MY child has only increased her attractiveness to me.” Draco then put a possessive arm around Hermione’s waist. Julian apparently found this highly amusing because his eyes danced.

“Well, Hermione, I will leave you to your shopping. I do hope I will see you at ze Weasley dinner next Saturday. Fleur ees also expecting again and I must be off to find ze new leetle one a gift. Adieu.” He then gave Hermione a very long, involved kiss on her hand. If Hermione’s face had been red before, it was now as scarlet as the Gryffindor common room walls. As soon as the blonde monstrosity left, Draco turned on her.

“Do you fancy him?” he asked, his jaw tense.

“Draco, don’t be stupid,” Hermione said.

“Just answer the question. Do you fancy him?” He needed to know for some reason.
“No, there are you happy?” she asked.

“Are you sure? Are you quite certain that his oral skills aren’t worthy of your remembrance? He seemed quite keen to show you again, in case you had forgotten. Sure you don’t want to chase after him and have him give me pointers?” Draco knew he was about to make a scene and that he sounded like a fishwife, but he didn’t care. Hermione pulled him into a corner where they were surrounded by stuffed animals in varying colors.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but fix it! Yes, Julian and I have a past, but he has nothing to do with us. If you must know, I’m much happier with you as a lover. Julian was fun, but I couldn’t completely enjoy him because he was so damn possessive and needed so much attention. He was high maintenance and not worth it.”

“I’m high maintenance and you once told me that my possessiveness was one of your guilty pleasures.”

‘Yes, but you were worth it. Now let’s find a crib for our baby.” Draco was comforted by her words, but still uneasy. Things weren’t completely right between them, but he enjoyed the knowledge that she had picked him over a half veela, one of the most attractive creatures in the world.

“They wondered the shop for a few more moments before Draco stopped in front of a display. It was a cherry crib set that had a baby Dragon hatching out of it’s egg carved into the headboard. It came with a matching changing table and wardrobe that each depicted scenes from the new dragon’s life. In one, it frolicked with a baby unicorn and in another it was attempting to fly. Hermione stopped when she saw it as well.

“It’s perfect,” she breathed. Draco found a salesman and had the items immediately shipped to their home. They looked for a few more moments before Hermione decided on blue sheets with stars on them. She bought matching curtains and pillows. Then, she found a small bookcase that was the same cherry as the crib set and Draco had that sent to their home as well. It seemed their day had brightened. Draco walked next to Hermione as she picked out babygrows and held them up for his approval. He had never enjoyed shopping so much. They finished shopping in Matilda’s and decided that they needed lunch.

While they ate lunch at an Italian restaurant, multiple people they knew walked past and Draco was proud to show off his new wife and the baby he had put in her belly. When they finished lunch, Draco was very happy. Not only had they just completed their first shopping trip as a married couple, word was now out that Hermione was pregnant. Even better was the fact that she was genuinely overjoyed about it. Draco knew that her first baby would always hold a place in her heart. However, having her this happy over something they had created together made him incredibly smug. Every time she told someone else, her face got a little happier. When it was time to go home, she actually leaned into him as they flooed back into the manor.

“Today was lovely,” she whispered into his ear. He led her upstairs and into their bedroom. Removing his shirt and shoes he watched her look at him with lust in her eyes. His chest had always been one of her favorite parts of him. He watched her take off her dress and stared at her. She hadn’t worn a bra that day so she stood in front of him in just her black knickers. She truly was beautiful. The curve of her belly made her look more feminine and it perfectly accentuated her silhouette. Knowing that she had life in her body and that he’d put it there made his cock twitch to life and he freed it from the confines of his trousers, leaving him completely naked to her gaze. She crossed the room to him and got on her knees in front of him. Grasping his aching cock in her hand she pumped up and down his length gently before taking the head into her mouth. She teased him with her tongue for a few moments before taking the first five inches into her mouth. She sucked at him and used her hand to take care of what she could not fit into her mouth. Draco was hard as a rock, but he pulled away from her and lifted her onto their bed. Gently, he pulled her knickers down her smooth legs and he took a few moments to kiss her calves before nudging her thighs apart and paying strict attention to them.

He bit the inside of her thigh and she hissed in pleasure. Running his hands up and down her creamy legs he finally reached her center and used his thumbs to spread her folds apart so that she was held open to his gaze. She pink and glistening from her wetness and arousal and he reached his tongue out to lap at her center. Pulling her labia into his mouth he sucked it a few moments before letting go and licking her opening lick it was his favorite ice cream. She tasted tangy and sweet and he couldn’t get enough of her. Pressing his face into her he sucked her clit into his mouth and heard her moan her approval. He tentatively stuck one finger into her cervix and felt for her G-spot. Once he located the rough spot inside her he played it in earnest whilst sucking and licking her clit. She thrashed on the bed and when she came she flooded his moth with her juices, which he lapped up greedily.

Hermione reached down and pulled him up to her mouth for a kiss and he took that opportunity to bury his cock in her. Moaning into his mouth, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him in deeper. “You are so bloody good at that,” she rasped as he pumped himself into her.

‘Am I better at it than that Delacour bastard?” he asked.

“Oh, yes. You’re much better.” She purred as she moved her hips in a maddening way that almost made Draco come right then.

“Do you want to know why I’m so much better?” he asked and when she nodded he replied, “Because I know you better. You were meant for me and I know exactly what to do to make you come.” He picked up one of her legs, threw it over his shoulder and angled his thrusts so that he hit her in exactly the right spot. Watching her fall apart in his arms had to be the most satisfying thing he’d ever done in his life. As he felt her muscles shudder around his cock he let himself come inside her. They lay there, naked, sweaty, panting and drifting off to sleep. When he was certain her even breathing signaled her entrance into slumber he pulled her to his chest and wrapped a protective hand around her stomach. Kissing her cheek, he murmured, “I love you, Hermione Malfoy.”

He didn’t notice her eyes flying open at the statement or the small smile that played on her lips as she contemplated what it meant.



a/n- I hope you guys enjoy this installment. Once again, thank you to my faithful readers and to everyone who has left a review. You guys are wonderful and keep me going.