Sugar Quills

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling.

Hermione sank to the bathroom floor in shock. It couldn’t be. She had been so careful. It was only that once that she had forgotten. She, Hermione Granger, one of the brightest witches of her age had forgotten to cast her contraceptive charm. Evidently, she picked her most fertile moment and had fallen pregnant unexpectedly.

Leaning her head back on the cool tiles, she felt a wave of nausea roll through her. Fear. Unadulterated fear was making her sick now. Unlike earlier today when she had lost last night’s supper, this was the nausea caused by strong emotion.

She would have to tell Lucius. It had been almost four months since their last encounter. Hermione knew that as the father he at least deserved to be informed of the pregnancy. She knew she wouldn’t receive a warm welcome. Nor did she expect support of any kind. However, she did not want it on her conscience that she had not given Lucius a chance to atst bst be decent.

It seemed that everything had taken a turn for the worse since their last time together. She had been informed that the scholarship that had funded her living expenses had been erroneously awarded, and was subsequently rescinded. They were kind enough not to demand payment for what she had already used, as it had been their mistake. She’d had to seek part time employment in a coffee shop to support her autonomy. She couldn’t ask her parents for money. Not after the huge stink she had made about doing things on her own.

Three of her robes had been ruined in Potions. They were special robes bought just for that class and very costly. She’d had to sell some of her reference tomes just to purchase new robes. Her only consolation was that the buyer promised to sell them back in the future, but of course at a rather healthy profit.

Her landlady had raised her rent, claiming that Hermione used an excess amount of water. Why did Hermione have to bathe more than once a week was the complaint. That day in her haste to escape her quarrelsome landlady, she left her keys, and had to sleep on a friend’s sofa in the noisy dorm. Mrs. Biddle was not the sort you woke late at night.

She had lost two of her most expensive texts, and the cost to replace them had her eating noodles and soup for the last several weeks. In fact, Hermione realised, she had lost a plethora of important things lately. It was almost as if bad luck plagued her.

Hermione wanted to owl Harry and tell him to come over. But about three months ago, he and Ron were given some top-secret assignment, and they were not allowed outside contact for the duration. So she couldn’t even talk to her best friends about her situation.

There was no way she could tell her Mum. Just the idea made her shudder. Their last row about her living on her own had been bad enough. Her mother wanted her to live in the dorms to ensure her safety. Hermione, though, had been more concerned with privacy than safety and insisted on living alone. Her mother had declared that if she were going to do so, it certainly wouldn’t be on her money. Unfortunately, the turncoat called Daddy had agreed with the unreasonable madwoman.

She couldn’t contact Ginny either. Somehow the feisty redhead had gotten the idea that Hermione had cruelly, and deliberately broken Ron’s heart. She had accused Hermione of toying with Ron’s affections and vowed never to speak to Hermione again. So, Hermione doubted that Ginny would be receptive to hearing about her falling pregnant for another man. Especially Lucius Malfoy.

However, all that paled in comparison to her latest crisis. Yesterday Professor Pfyffe had accused her of cheating. The dolt actually believed that her wand was tampered with so that her scores in Complex Charms I were above normal. Evidently Prof. Pfyffe had never encountered a diligent student in his entire career. Her wand had been confiscated for evidence, and until a decision had been made, Hermione was suspended.

Her possible expulsion from school made her pregnancy seem almost mundane. After all if she were cleared, at least she would be able to find some type of employment. But if these false charges stuck, who would hire her? How would she support herself, moreover a child?

Thankfully Easter holidays began this Thursday. At least they would, if her mother would actually let her in the house. Perhaps seeing her parents would put things into perspective for her. She knew she would have to tell them eventually. After all it was not the type of thing that was easily hidden. She just could not face doing so now. Moreover, seeing her beloved Daddy always made her feel better. It would be worth facing that dragon just to see him.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione lifted herself from the floor. She would have to see an obstetrician, preferably muggle so that no one in the wizarding world would find out just yet. She washed her face, and looked into the mirror as she dried herself. She caught sight of her pale features and stopped. She, Hermione Granger, was going to be a mother. Oh, Merlin…what had she done! She was not ready for this. But she would have to be. She had little over five months to ready herself.

Hermione went to her wardrobe to start packing for her visit home. She did not need much and it would not take long. She needed to leave soon. Mrs. Biddle was already on the warpath because Hermione was two weeks late with her rent. Mrs. Biddle would probably put up wards to prevent Hermione from re-entering her rooms. She would have to return with the money. How she was going to convince her Daddy to give her some without her mother\'s knowledge? She would have to somehow. Feeling the determination of desperation, Hermione knew she would do it.

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“Hermione!” Her mother reached out and pulled Hermione into a warm hug. Who was this woman? “We’re so glad you’ve come by. We have been worried about you. Why didn’t you write back?”

“I’ve been really busy Mum.” Hermione was surprised that her mother was so calm. It seemed her mother had finally accepted that Hermione was not a child anymore. Maybe leaving home had been good for them, if not for her.
As they entered the kitchen, Hermione saw her father. She saw his face light up. Before she could take two more steps, he had her in a tight bear hug.

“Hermione,” he scolded, “don’t you ever disappear like that again. We didn’t know where to reach you. We owled, so you must have gotten some of our letters. Why didn’t you come home for Christmas?”

“I thought you were still angry with me,” replied Hermione in a small voice.

Mr. Granger sighed heavily. “You are always welcome in our home. Sit down and have something to eat. You look as if you could use a good meal.”

As her parents busied themselves, Hermione burst into tears. Mr. and Mrs. Granger shared a shocked look. Mrs. Granger put down the crock, and held her daughter. After tea and a cold towel, Hermione finally calmed down enough to speak. Hermione told them everything, except about her pregnancy.

“Hermione, this has gone on long enough,” declared Mrs. Granger. “You are to pack your things and return home. You can apparate to school. I’ll not have you starving and, and, and…,\" she sputtered. \"Just come home!”

“Mum, I can’t. I have to learn to stand on my own two feet.” Hermione knew she needed some help, but she didn’t want to give up just yet.

“Listen young lady,” this came from her father. “We have put up with a lot. But this ends now. You are to come home. We’ll pay your overdue rent, get your books back, and some new school robes. I\'ll go straighten out Prof. Pfyffe for you. You still need us Hermione.”

Hermione felt her pride lodge itself in her throat. She couldn’t accept their offer. They just didn’t understand. She was an adult now. “But I need help,” she thought. “I’m going to need a lot more than they know.” Her choice had been made for her.

“Mum. I’ll move back. However, there have to be some changes. I need to make my own decisions. You can’t blackmail me by threatening to withhold financial help whenever you disagree.” Hermione’s face became set, her body tense and ready for her mother’s objections.

“Hermione, we’ve only wanted the best for you. If we seem overbearing, it’s only because of our great love for you.” Mrs. Granger’s voice wavered briefly, but she continued. “We’ll just have to accept that you are an adult. But that doesn’t mean that we won’t voice our opinion. Just that we’ll respect yours and try to support you.”

Hermione knew how hard that concession was for her mother. Smiling, she gripped her mother’s hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Thank you. Everything will be alright, Mum. You’ll see.”
Hermione had two more tasks to complete this holiday. Seeing a doctor, and finding Lucius Malfoy.

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“You are due August 15th Miss Granger. Here are some antenatal vitamins. Take them every day. This package has some pamphlets that you must read.” Dr. Stampe handed her an enclosed plastic pouch. “Please pay attention to the one on nutrition. On your way out make an appointment for next month.” Dr. Stampe wrote some notes in her chart, and smiled briefly as Hermione left.

As Hermione made her way down the street, she was in a daze. She had a date when her baby was due. Pressing a hand to her slightly rounded abdomen in wonder. There was a baby. A little person. A being, inside of her. Her face suddenly had a silly grin. For the first time she felt a bit happy at the prospect of becoming a mother.

Now she only had Lucius and her parents to inform of the event. Thinking of Lucius still made her quiver inside. But she pushed that feeling aside and focused on how she felt when she read his note. The quiver slowly died. She could not allow herself to succumb to Lucius again.

Sure that her resolve had been restored, she went home to owl Lucius for a meeting. Hermione was not quite sure how Lucius would respond to her request. But she knew that she had to tell him, or she would always feel guilty anytime she looked into her child’s eyes. Hopefully, it would not be as difficult as she anticipated.

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Lucius read Hermione’s letter with a smug expression. Finally! Lucius imagined how desperate she was to contact him. He knew she would not run home to her parents, out of sheer stubbornness if nothing else. Satisfaction seeped through his bones. He’d paid Prof. Pfyffe handsomely to accuse Hermione of cheating. The scholarship committee had been delighted when he told them Hermione had won a private scholarship valued much more than their own. Her landlady had thought him mad. Raise the girl’s rent and get paid for it. She hadn’t balked at the prospect at extra revenue however. It had been more difficult to pay to keep the various shopkeepers not to hire her. The coffee shop she worked paid her less than all the other waitress. Not to mention the several ‘annoying’ mishaps that plagued Miss Granger lately.

Yes, by now Hermione would be in need of quite a bit of money. Hermione would become his mistress. Permanently. He would even allow her to continue school. After all, he couldn’t abide ignoramuses. He would need a well-rounded companion. Unfortunately due to her less than sterling pedigree, he would have to keep their relationship a secret.

Lucius owled back a time and place for the meeting. It had to be a setting that showed him to advantage. Where better than his own home? A portkey was included in his missive. That would facilitate her getting here without mishap.
Lucius began to daydream how the meeting would go. How afraid and penitent she would be. How forgiving and generous he would be. Smirking, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he would experience the heat of Hermione’s sex again. His penis jerked with anticipation. “Soon,” he thought, “Very, soon.”

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Hermione opened Lucius’ letter with nervous fingers.

“Hermione,

I have missed you terribly. Please come to the manor tomorrow night. We can have dinner and talk. Just the two of us.

Please use the portkey that I have enclosed. 8pm.

Lucius.”

She almost groaned aloud. She could read between the lines. What he meant was ‘come and let’s have another night of wild sex, and whatever you want is yours.’ What an opportunist. Damned hedonist.

Hermione knew that she would have to be strong to resist Lucius. She was counting on the shock value of her news being able to dampen his desire. She couldn’t see Lucius lusting after a pregnant woman.

Leaning back into her headboard she thought of their last time. How Hermione wished she could pretend that Lucius never treated her the way he had. He was so incredible in bed. She loved how he tasted in her mouth. She thought of his kisses and felt her breathing speed up. She loved how he took charge of their lovemaking.

She turned to lay on her stomach. Pillowing her head on her arms, Hermione felt wanting flow through her. Her nipples felt super sensitive and pushed against her blouse. Hermione got up, locked her door and placed a silencing spell over her room with the temporary wand she had purchased a few days ago. She undressed and looked for Glory. She hadn’t used the toy since she had last seen Lucius.

Tonight was an exception. She couldn’t go to see Lucius with all of this need thrumming in her. No, she would have to get rid of it, and this was the only way. But once she saw the toy, a wave a revulsion washed through her. She replaced it. It would have to be her own little fingers tonight, she decided.

She moved the standing mirror to the foot of the bed. Visual aid was always good. Unpinning her hair, she felt the mass brush down her back. She sat on the bed and watched herself caress her body. Her swelling tummy was more prominent than she had realised.

Hermione thought of what Lucius had done to put her in this position. Position…mmm. She wished Lucius were here. She wished she could feel the glide of his wonderful tongue on her body. The feel of his strong, white teeth nipping her in sensitive spots. Those hands, with those fingers. So fucking good, so fucking clever.

Her whole body shook as she pushed two of her own fingers into her wet heat. It seemed the whole area had transformed itself to a giant clitoris. Like tactile super sound. Before she could even set a rhythm, she felt her moment bearing down on her. Swiftly she responded by pushing her hand deeply into herself several times. Her limbs stiffened as she came. Lucius’ name poured from her lips even as she cursed her mind for betraying her, she couldn’t help herself. She still wanted him. She still loved him.

It seemed that Lucius was a poison in her blood. One that was slowly killing her. But now she had something, rather someone that would need her so much. She couldn’t allow Lucius to stunt her emotionally. Else what would she have to give to her child? She knew that this baby would receive all the love she would have given Lucius.

She promised silently, that Lucius would never guess how she felt. She would not give in to his dark seduction. She would not give in to her deepest desires. She would not be his whore again. She would not betray her child.


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A.N.

I have included less smut until there is some actual Lucius/Hermione action. Somehow this story is just growing. Let me know what you think of baby names. Something either French or Latin and elegant sounding. I\'ve taken both languages, and I\'m not satisfied with the ones I\'ve thought of so far.