Hermione and Draco

Disclaimer: These characters are not of my creation (I wish!). Everything belongs to JK Rowling, I'm just delving into the Pensieve and playing around with the memories a little!

WARNING! Sex and Fluffiness ensues! Also, OOC Severus, Draco and Narcissa (a little).

Chapter 9 – A Night To Remember

After her first night with Draco, Hermione had stayed at the Burrow. Four months later, though, she felt that she needed to get out, to stop her from going insane, if nothing else. So finally she gave in and moved out to the cottage. Draco’s cottage. Their cottage.

The number one thing that was testing her sanity was Molly Weasley. She loved her adopted mum, but her constant hovering was about to drive her insane. She refused to let Hermione do anything for herself. It was intolerable!

Also, Severus started coming by. The first time he asked her some pointed questions about her and Draco. Every visit after was him urging her to move to the cottage.

The worst thing, by far, though, was the way Ron was acting lately. He would act wooden, like he was in a daze. Almost like he wasn’t in control of himself. Severus had witnessed this a few times, and kept his lips tightly closed when Ron was around. Hermione noticed this, and for some reason, she had started to follow his lead.

All of this combined was too much. So after four months of Severus’ prodding, Hermione packed her belongings and moved out of the Burrow.

Hermione bustled around the cottage that Draco said she could use. As she was unpacking the last of her things, there was a knock at the door. Wondering who would be knocking instead of Apparating or Flooing she walked to the door and opened it. She was so surprised at who was there, she felt like her jaw had come unhinged.

Narcissa Malfoy had received an owl not only from Draco, but also from Severus, apprising her of the situation with her son and this rather striking muggle-born witch. She stood in the doorway, looking at the witch who had earned her son’s love and trust.

Hermione shook herself and stammered a greeting to Narcissa. “G-good afternoon, M-mrs. Malfoy. Please, won’t you c-come in?”

Narcissa walked into Draco’s cottage, looking around with interest at the little changes that Hermione had made while she was settling in. Nothing too drastic. Of course, there were a few muggle things here and there – mostly pictures and paintings that didn’t move. She thought that, all in all, Draco was rather lucky to have caught this one’s attention. She turned to her future daughter-in-law, noted the slight protuberance of her belly, the dazed look on her face, and smiled warmly at Hermione.

Hermione’s jaw unhinged for the second time and she felt like she could have been knocked over with a feather. Feeling like this is becoming a regular occurrence. She thought.

“Dear girl,” Narcissa smiled, hugging the mother of her grandchildren. “I have received a few owls letting me know you were coming. I can assure you, though, that none of them came from my ex-husband.” Her lips twitched at the look of shock on Hermione’s face. “He’s spoken highly of you, my dear, and I’m assuming you know which ‘he’ I’m referring to. Severus has also apprised me of the entire situation and I must tell you, dear, I couldn’t be happier.”

“Really?” Hermione felt very skeptical about Narcissa’s happiness. How could she be happy about her son falling in love with a muggle-born witch? It just didn’t make sense.

“Really.” Narcissa’s smile widened. “I got the belief that muggle-borns were inferior knocked out of me when I was about your age. I challenged a muggle-born witch to a witches duel and she kicked my ass.” Narcissa’s smile turned wry. “Before her death, though, Lily Potter and I were very good friends. Severus wasn’t the only spy for the original Order, my dear.”

Hermione’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open at Narcissa’s pronouncement that she and Lily were friends. Did Draco know this? Did Harry? How in the world could Albus never have mentioned this to anyone?

Her mouth worked for several moments before she was able to stammer, “D-does Draco know? Does Harry? How were you able to keep a friendship with her from – him?”

Narcissa shrugged, showing that Draco’s sad eyes were not inherited from his father. “Draco does know. I told him all about it right before he turned 17. I wanted him to know exactly what was what about Voldemort and The Order of the Phoenix. I was the one that convinced him to turn to the side of Light and contacted Albus for him.”

So, thought Hermione. Albus did know. She turned her attention back to what Narcissa was saying.

“Whether Harry knows or not....” she shrugged. “I asked Albus to tell him, but whether he thought it was a good idea to tell him, I don’t know. I wanted Harry to know that Sirius might have been his godfather, but I am his godmother.” She smiled as Hermione’s jaw dropped again. “And as for how I kept this all from Lucius – well,” She paused with a pained expression on her face. “Draco wasn’t the only one ‘conditioned’ by him.”

“Narcissa?” Hermione spoke in a small voice after several moments of silence. “Once everything is straightened out, we’ll be together again. I would dearly love to start calling you ‘Mother Malfoy’.”

Narcissa’s eyes widened in shock and she started to cry. Hermione hugged her, allowing her to cry on her shoulder. After a few moments the tears stopped and Narcissa looked up from Hermione’s shoulder and smiled. Apparently Draco’s sad eyes weren’t the only things that he had inherited from his mother.

“I would love for you to call me that. I’d never allowed myself to hope for it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Mother Malfoy. Now – would you like to join me for some lunch?”

“Yes, Hermione. I would.”

So the two witches sat down and ate lunch together. They spoke of many things, including having Harry and Ginny over to find out if he knew that Narcissa was his godmother.

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The Saturday lunches became a regular occurrence between Hermione, Narcissa, Harry, and Ginny.

Harry had been extremely shocked when he found out that Narcissa Malfoy had been his mother’s best friend and his godmother. So shocked, in fact, that he fainted dead away when the news of the friendship and her work with the Order was revealed to him. When he revived, though, he started calling her ‘Narcissa-mum’.

Then it was Narcissa’s turn to faint.

So it went with their weekends. On Saturdays Harry, Ginny and Hermione spent the day with Narcissa and on Sundays they spent the day with the Weasleys. It was great fun, and the babies in the wombs of Ginny and Hermione continued to grow. Hermione even allowed Narcissa to take pictures of her and her growing belly to send to Draco.

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Severus hadn’t heard from Draco in two weeks and he was worried. Since they started to work together trying to figure out what Lucius was up to, they kept in regular contact. Now there were no owls from Draco at all.

Severus decided to find out what was going on with the boy.

He apparated into Draco’s Manor, noticing that most of the lights were out and it was decidedly chilly in the Manor, even for October. He stepped over the threshold from the Apparation Foyer and was instantly greeted by a house elf.

“Greetings to you, sir!” the house elf, Dirken, squeaked.

“Good afternoon, Dirken,” Severus greeted the house elf. “Is Master Draco at home?”

“Oh,” Dirken’s ears flattened to his head. “Yes, Master Severus, he be here, but he is being awfully sad. He is in his office, staring into the fire.”

“Thank you.” Severus handed the elf his coat and walked off with a curt nod.

When he got to the office doors, he heard what sounded like sobbing. He stood outside for a moment and then steeled himself for what he might find there.

When he first walked into the room it was so dark that he couldn’t see anything. Once his eyes adjusted to seeing only by the faint glimmer of firelight, he saw Draco sitting on the floor by the hearth staring at scraps of paper.

As he walked closer, he saw that they weren’t scraps of paper, but wizard photos. Photos of Hermione and Ginny Potter, showing off their pregnant bellies to the camera. Sometimes Hermione was alone, and sometimes Harry and Narcissa were in them with the two young, pregnant witches. Draco was holding one in particular to his chest and he was crying, great, wracking sobs.

“Hello, Draco,” Severus spoke gently. “I hadn’t heard from you for a while, so I got worried. “He squatted down next to the sobbing young wizard. “Show me what’s got you so upset.”

Draco pulled the picture away from his chest to reveal the latest picture of Hermione – four or five months pregnant. She had one hand on her abdomen and the other she was holding up with only her thumb, forefinger and pinky sticking up and mouthing, “I love you” to the camera.

“It’s muggle sign language,” Draco managed around the sobs. “It means ‘I love you’. I miss her so much, Sev. The only way I get to see her and experience the pregnancy is these letters and photos I get from Mother. I need to be there, and there’s no leads, nothing on who my father’s using to get to Weasley.”

Severus did something then that he rarely had ever done. He gathered up the heart-broken young wizard in his arms and let him cry on his shoulder. After about a half hour, Draco’s crying started to subside.

Severus held him for several more moments until he had completely stopped crying and trembling. He then released Draco and stared into the fire for several long moments.

“Severus – thank you,” started Draco, but black eyes turned to stare at him, silencing him without words.

“No need to thank me, my boy,” Severus drawled. “I have come to love both you and Hermione, and I know when one of you is in pain.” As he smirked at the effects his words had on Draco he continued. “I think it is time to put my hand in. I will go to Hermione and the Potters tomorrow and tell them of our suspicions. We will see what they say to that,” he held up the photo of Hermione. “Dream of her tonight, Draco. You never know where it will take you.” With that he pulled himself up off the floor, turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving a very bedazzled Draco behind.

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Ron Weasley sat up in bed, chest heaving, and heart pounding in his throat. He looked around his room, at the man sleeping naked beside him, trying to piece together all of the bits of dream floating around his head, trying to figure out what woke him.

Then he suddenly put it all together.

He was being used by Lucius to spy on Hermione and Draco! He put his head in his hands with a groan, trying to remember everything.

He remembered leaving to go to Azkaban and meeting with Lucius.

Slowly he lifted his head. He told him about the pregnancy! About where Hermione was living.

He needed to get away, to run. If they found out what he’d done, they’d kill him, hate him forever!

He quietly got out of his bed and looked at Neville one more time. He hated leaving him like this, but he couldn’t stay. He packed some clothing and went into the living room. Then, leaving a note for Neville, he apparated away. Far, far away.

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Hermione had a long day. She’d been setting up the nursery since she was halfway through the pregnancy. She had a lot of errands to run and had been put on early maternity leave by her mediwizard because of being over-stressed. She had to go to the Ministry to clean out her locker and put the things she still had on her desk away in the drawers and lock it up for when she came back. She was exhausted.

The baby was moving a lot and she seemed to love sitting directly on Hermione’s bladder. She felt like she had to constantly go to the loo.

As she was getting herself ready for bed, the baby started shifting around again, like she was looking for a comfortable spot. Once Hermione climbed into bed, the baby settled down also. Thankfully, it wasn’t on Hermione’s bladder this time.

“Thank you, Drucilla, for not sleeping on mommy’s bladder tonight.” Hermione said as she drifted off to sleep.

I wouldn’t do that tonight. I want you undisturbed. Hermione heard as she fell into a deep sleep.

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She wasn’t in her bed anymore. She was in an old house that was very dark and very quiet. She opened the door she stood at and gasped at what she saw. Sleeping on the couch in the office, clutching what looked to be a photo, was Draco.

Hermione walked quietly over to the couch and knelt in front of Draco. She longed to touch him, but knew this was only a dream and started to cry softly.

Oh, Mother. The voice came again. Of course you can touch him! I’m not totally inept, you know. I’ve given the two of you this night together so you can see and touch each other. Now, go on – touch him!

Hermione sighed and reached out to touch him, more than half afraid that her hand would pass right through him like it had in so many other dreams. She touched his head, and when her hand didn’t go right through, she started stroking his beautiful hair, tears streaming silently down her face.

“Thank you, Drucilla.” Was all she said.

You’re welcome, Mother. Have fun! Then the voice was gone.

Draco felt someone stroking his hair and no matter what the voice in his head was whispering, he was afraid to open his eyes.

When he finally opened them, he let out a strangled cry and sat bolt upright. Hermione was knelt at the side of the couch. She had been the one stroking his head!

They both were crying now as they reached for each other. Draco pulled Hermione up on the couch beside him, bringing his arms around to encircle her and hold her close.

Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco’s neck and held on as if she were afraid that if she let go he’d dissipate into nothing.

They sat like that for several long minutes, both of them clinging to each other and sobbing out their happiness that they were once again together.

Finally Hermione reluctantly pulled back to look into Draco’s stormy eyes and tear-streaked face.

“I can’t believe it,” she whispered. “Oh, Draco, I’ve missed you so much.” With that, she once again wrapped her arms around his neck, wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his lips to hers.

They sat there for what was probably an hour, kissing and caressing each other. It was Draco that finally had too much and stood up.

“Come one, Mya,” he said, voice husky. “There’s a much more comfortable spot to do this.” He then pulled her over to the bear skin rug, conjured pillows and a blanket and slowly started to undress her.

As Hermione stood there with Draco undressing her, she felt herself becoming heated. She’d not had any type of release in the last four months, and now here she was, half naked, standing in front of Draco as he kissed on her neck, then down and across her shoulders. From there he kissed down, then up, each arm, making sure to kiss each of her fingers.

When he started to kiss and suck on her breasts, her knees almost buckled at the sensations he was giving her. He then knelt, almost reverently in front of her, kissing all over her distended belly, murmuring words to their daughter, thanking her for bringing them together that night.

Then he pulled down her pants, kissing his way down each thigh, knee and shin, pulling off her socks as she stepped out of shoes and pants.

Then she grabbed him, pulling him until he was standing in front of her once more.

She kissed him passionately, allowing him to feel all the pent up frustration and need. Then she slowly started to undress him, treating his body to the same delights he had given hers.

She knelt in front of him, pulling his pants off slowly. When she had him as naked as she was, she sat up on her knees and kissed and licked his hard length until he was gasping for air and his knees threatened to give way.

When she took his tip into her mouth and sucked on it like a piece of candy, they did.

Then they were kneeling together, kissing, touching and caressing. Draco laid Hermione down, and, starting from her toes, kissed and licked all over her body before bringing his mouth to her molten center.

As he licked and nibbled her nub, she entwined her hands into his hair, moaning when he touched a particularly sensitive area. She could feel her climax building.

“Draco, please, I need you.” She groaned, but all he did was smile into her sex and attacked her clit with more fervor. Soon she was thrashing and moaning, bucking her hips up to his mouth. As she came, she screamed his name, trembling with the force of her orgasm.

Draco gently licked her core until she was done trembling. He then moved up the length of her body, stopping long enough to love on first one, then the other breast.

Hermione had finally had enough of the teasingly slow progress he was making up her body. She grabbed a double handful of his hair and pulled him up the rest of the way. When they were face to face, she unwrapped her hands and brought his mouth to hers.

As they kissed, he started to tease her entrance with his hardness, she was making little sounds of frustration, and finally reached down in between them and pulled him into her. They both gasped loudly when they joined, and started rocking their bodies as they worked for their pleasure.

Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He started to speed up his thrusts and Hermione took her cue from him, at the end they were slamming into each other.

As Hermione felt her climax approach, she reached up, grabbed Draco by the back of his neck, and brought him down to her for a kiss. He kept his mouth on hers until her orgasm finally broke over her, but this time he didn’t get a chance to let her finish before he reached his climax, for as soon as she started going over the edge, he instantly joined her and they cried out each other’s names together. As soon as they were done soaring, Draco collapsed on top of Hermione, curling around her belly and clinging to her as to a lifeline.

When his breathing calmed, he looked up into Hermione’s face, only to see that she was crying.

“Mya,” his voice broke as he fought to keep control over his own tears. He unwrapped himself from her midsection, and moved up their “bed”. Once he was up there, Hermione wrapped her arms around him, buried her face in his sweaty chest and continued to cry.

“C’mon, Mya, talk to me,” he croaked. “What are you crying for, love?”

Hermione continued to cry for several minutes as Draco softly whispered how much he loved her and their child over and over.

Finally, she was able to pull herself together enough to say. “I don’t ever want to leave you again,” she wailed, close to tears again. “Please don’t make me, Draco, please…”

Tears slid down Draco’s face as she pleaded with him to allow her to stay.

“Hermione, you know we can’t stay together right now, not with my father’s servant still on the loose,” he sighed. “Besides, Severus is going to come see you tomorrow. He needs to speak with you, Harry and Ginny about who we thing it is… and you’re probably not going to like it.”

“You think its Ron also, don’t you?” Hermione sighed.

Draco stared down at her in shock. “Also? Who else suspects him?”

“Harry and I. Please Draco, let’s not talk about our problems right now. I want this to be a happy night.”

So they talked long into the night, pausing now and then to make love slowly to each other. At the end of the night, as they were finally giving in to their tired bodies, they had a surprise visitor. Drucilla had come with good news.

Mother, Father, she spoke as both of them sat up and looked around. No one was there, so they lay back down and looked at each other apprehensively.

“That’s funny, I thought I heard the same voice that was talking to me before I woke up and found you here.” Draco started – then he gaped over Hermione’s shoulder. She turned her head to see he was staring at a little girl with Hermione’s hair, but with his colouring and face.

You did, Drucilla smirked a Malfoy smirk. Just as you heard me tell you I was bringing Mother to you. Just as you heard and saw me in the dream you shared with Mother right after I was conceived and you left.

Hermione turned back to see the look on Draco’s face and burst out laughing. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

Listen! Hermione looked back at their daughter. I don’t have much time; this is draining me fairly quickly. I will be able to bring you together one night a week. I can’t tell you which night, because the opportunity changes from week to week. You are very close to solving the problem; you just have to follow the leads! Tell Uncle Severus he’s on the right track, but going the wrong direction. Please… you must be back together before I’m born or…As Drucilla started to finish the sentence, she started to fade in and out.

“Or what?” Hermione and Draco said together in urgency.

Or I fall into Grandfather Lucius’ hands. As she said the last she faded out. The two lovers hugged fiercely, kissed passionately, and said their goodbyes.

As they sat up, each where they had started the night – Hermione in her bed, Draco on the couch – they bowed their heads and started to cry.