Broken Scales

**** Authors Note ****

Thank you so much for all the reviews! please keep them comming!

margaritama) i ouldnt say he is getting angry, more he losing his cool as a cucumber attitude, Draco doesnt do well with sexual tension, yes and Pansy just busts into his room with a house elf, it was the only way to have her just walk in, god bless them and their magic that will be exploited in the loopholes of my story.

Nightmare) well um thanks for the total bashing of my spelling and grammer skills,* in my defence you were warned it was a beta copy, typos have been fixed now, i hoped you enjoyed the story more than my pathic attempt at writting it...

Draco_Lover) tell you a secreat, i LOVE writting Pansy, she infurates me as i am writting her! but she wont be able to be ditched for a while, but i promise you this will not hinder up comming events... *G* enjoy!!!

dracosgirl) YAY i'm glad you liked the story!!!! thanks for reviewing!! please keep reading and reviewing!

twimee)YAY thanks for reading!!! i'm so glad you liked it!! keep reading and updating!!

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Hermione groaned, Sophia was crying, why couldn’t that child just sleep through the night? She stood, stumbling over her feet as she made her way through the dark. The living room was dimly lit by just the moonlight shinning through the windows. Sophia was throwing a fit. Hermione picked her up and rocked her slowly, shushing her softly, the baby was still wailing.

Suddenly there was another body behind her; the sudden heat from his body made Hermione gasp. Her voice came out nothing but a small trill, “Draco.” His arm was behind both her and little Sophia, he was running his thin fingers over the baby’s back humming an unfamiliar song under his breath. It sounded old and was comforting to her in a way, a lullaby.

Sophia was quieting quickly, her tiny head dropping softly to Hermione’s shoulder. Draco smiled and sighed just enough where Hermione could feel his breath along her shoulder. She shivered, leaning down to put the baby in her crib. Malfoy was still in her personal space.

She could feel him behind her. She whispered: “Is there something you want, Draco?”

“Yes, there is something I want, Hermione,” His fingers were around her arms pulling her close. “It’s you, I need you, Hermione.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she gasped, “What? Draco, you can’t be...” Her thoughts were cut short because his lips were on her neck moving softly down her shoulder, as he lowered the tiny strap down her arm.

Hermione was trapped. If she moved forward she would bump the crib and wake Sophia, if she moved back she would be pressing her body into his even more. His lips were so warm; the feel of them was making her head spin.

“Draco, please, you have to stop,” her voice was shaking softly.

His hands were at her waist pulling her back into him, growling hard, “Say it again, Hermione.”

She breathed the word: “Draco.” he spun her around. Her mind was foggy, his eyes were cobalt now, full of passion, and she could feel herself melting into his arms.

“Draco,” she gasped again and his lips were on hers. Parting them with ease, his tongue was in her mouth, she was kissing him back.

Her fingers acted on their own will. They were in his hair pulling him closer, her hips were pressed against him, his fingers were up her shirt, running down her spine, the gasp that left her lips was almost inaudible but it only drove him into her harder.

His chest was pressed so hard against hers she could feel the tension of his muscles as he lifted her off her feet. His muscles felt wonderful under her fingertips, her legs found their way around his hips. He was kissing the swell of her breasts leaning her body against the wall of the tiny living room.

His skin was blue flame in the moonlight; the fire was flecking her skin as if she would be consumed by the intensity of the flame. Hermione’s nails dug into his shoulders. The intensity in his eyes told her he had had enough of the games, and he tore her shirt in half, attacking her breasts with the same passion and need.

Hermione groaned loudly as his lips attached to her nipples. Her fingers now in his hair, whimpering his name, over and over, between her own gasps and moaning she called out his name, her Draco.

Her shorts were ripped down her legs as Draco looked into her eyes.

“Be mine, Hermione, I need you.”

He was kissing her again and she could feel his erection pressing against her. The feeling made her shiver and squirm, “Yes, Draco, yours, only yours forever.”

“Tell me, Hermione, say it!”

“I love you Draco.”

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Hermione sat up in bed breathing hard. Sophia was screaming. Her face was covered in sweat, her limbs shaking violently. It was a dream, but it seemed so real. Everything did, his eyes, his voice, and the feelings. Hermione Gasped.

She had said she loved Draco Malfoy! Sophia was still screaming but there was a faint shushing noise now accompanying her. Draco was up, and she was in no fit state to see him, right now her body reacted to him strongly, another wave of warmth flooded her body and rushed between her legs. Hermione gasped at the dampness she now felt between her legs.

There was a faint knock at her door, Draco needed her help with the baby, she would not be settled until she had seen Hermione.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, Draco, cant you do anything alone!?” her voice was angry, not because he had knocked but because of the way her body yearned to run out the door and rip his clothes off. Hermione drug herself out of bed, smoothing her hair absently and straightening her clothes.

Draco stood at her door; it wasn’t his fault that Sophia wanted her! If she would have just gotten up when the baby had started to cry this wouldn’t have been a problem anyway. The door flung open, those little shorts again! Didn’t she have anything else to wear? She yanked Sophia out of his grasp, the child shrieked even louder.

“Jeeze, Granger, if I would have thought shaking her around would help I would have done it already.” What was wrong with her, Draco watched Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She looked deranged, almost wild, and why was she flushed? Sophia’s screams were about to split his head open.

“May I?” Draco’s arms were outstretched toward Hermione and the baby; he watched her jump away from him her eyes wide in what looked like panic.

“May you what?!” Hermione snapped. There was something in her eyes Draco didn’t understand, why was she acting so skittish?

“The baby, Hermione, may I please see her?” he was keeping his tone steady; he was worried about her wellbeing. She handed the baby to him, her eyes were darting across his face and body.

He reached out and took her hand Hermione shuttered and He could have sworn the air that had escaped out of her lips was a moan. Stupid imagination getting away from him, letting him think she was hot and bothered and he was the reason.
She was beautiful when she woke up, her curls were wild, her face clear, her dark intelligent eyes were sharp.

He towed her to the rocking chair and placed little Sophia in her arms. Hermione started to rock the child and the tension melted from her face as she looked at the baby. Rocking with crossed legs looking down at Sophia, Hermione smiled softly.

He had to say something to her, the scene with Pansy wasn’t cool, she was upset, and when it came down to it she could turn him in. Draco sighed, it had to be done.

“Granger, Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“What’s that, Draco?” the words were distracted, but she had said his first name. it was like she didn’t hate him, his heart gave a shutter, he loved it when she said his name. Something about the way she said it made is stomach drop to his feet and blood rush in his ears.

“Hermione,” the sound of her name was soft and sweet in his mouth like candy, “I wanted to say I am sorry about Pan, she wasn’t invited, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Hermione looked up at him suddenly cautious; she reached up and pinched his side hard.

“OUCH, what the hell was that for, Granger?”

“I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

“You’re supposed to pinch yourself! Not somebody else!” Draco was messaging his side a deep scowl on his face now, he was trying to apologize and she turns around and pinches him. Crazy bloody woman, the baby was asleep now, tucked under
Hermione’s arm. She looked beautiful with the baby in her arms.

Draco sighed softly watching her, Hermione stood placing the baby back in the crib. He watched her. Without looking at him she turned toward the door.

“Goodnight, Draco.”

His heart stopped in his chest.

“See you in the morning… Hermione, sleep well.”
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