We Can Work It Out

Life was beautiful, Draco decided. It was glorious and wonderful and brimming with hope. He picked up a pale green baby grow with lions on it and added it to the pile that Hermione was amassing on his arm. He knew that most people had baby showers where they received most of these baby things, but he wanted to pick these things out himself. If Potter and the Weaslette insisted on having a baby shower, fine, but he wanted the bonding time with his…his what? His girlfriend? His lover? His friend? Baby Mama?

Draco had always imagined that sex with Hermione would be wonderful. He had not been prepared for the phenomenal, exquisite, glorious, life-altering experience that being inside of her searing hot, dripping wet core had provided him. She’d been hot, wet and tight and so much more than he imagined she could be for him. Also, her hips could twist and shake like a washing machine on spin cycle. He’d found that out after his second time having sex- no, making love to her. His first time with her had been powerful and intense. She had screamed his name more than once and he’d thought to himself that he could die happy as long as he went while he was buried inside her with her legs wrapped around his waist. The second time, he had laid on his back whilst watching her find completion on his cock, his hands encompassing her waist as she made his eyes roll back into his head with those fantastic hips and beautiful fleshy thighs. The third time that evening he’d turned her over onto her knees and took her from behind. If this was to be his only night to have her, he wanted to pull out all the stops and make it the most wonderful, sensual experience of her life. He wanted to make her want to do this again.

The following morning he had awoken to her still in his bed and so he took advantage of it. She was asleep with her delicious little rump snuggled into his crotch, so he wiggled his fingers into the folds between her legs. Even in the morning, with no make-up and her hair an absolute mess, she was still tantalizingly gorgeous. Her body heated up in a matter of minutes as Draco used his skilled knowledge to wake up the witch lying in his arms and make her wet and panting for him. His efforts paid off. He took her from behind as they lay spooned together. It was lazy and comfortable and incredibly intimate. He marked her neck with love bites as he clutched her body against his, playing with her breasts whilst his cock moved in and out of her as if it had been doing that since he’d hit puberty.

The Malfoy heir watched as his love interest moved around the baby store and smirked as he thought of their morning after shagging. It had been mind-blowing the night before, but the following morning had been much more intimate. Draco thought it was because the following morning, they’d actually had sex. It hadn’t been to get her pregnant, it had been because he wanted her and she reciprocated that want. They had been just a man and a woman in lust that morning. The fact that she had allowed him to mark her neck with his teeth gave him hope. Most witches didn’t want the tell-tale bruises of being marked as it could make them appear like sluts. Hermione had left his on her body for two days.

It wasn’t enough to mark her with his seed, he needed her publicly marked as taken. Her belly was still flat, but he grinned every time he thought about the coming months and how round her belly would get. He made a mental note to put an announcement in the ‘Prophet’. He wanted everyone to know that she was taken and that his little boy would soon arrive into this world.

That line of thought brought him to his current predicament. Was she taken? He whined, wheedled and cajoled her into staying the night with him and when she did, they slept in the same bed together, wrapped around each other like koala bears. At work, he had tested the waters a bit to determine how she would react to him putting a claim on her. He had always escorted her through a restaurant either on his arm or by placing his hand on the small of her back. Now he placed his arm around her if they so much as nipped down the hall for a glass of water. Did that mean she was taken?

He certainly thought so. Now how did he inform her that she was off the market?

“I think we should buy mainly yellows and greens until we determine whether we’re having a boy or a girl. What colors should we do in the nursery? I was thinking yellow and lavender for a girl and maybe blue and green for a boy. I loathe pink. Then again maybe we should go for yellow and green in the nursery as well and keep the sex of the baby a surprise until its born. Or we could paint the walls yellow and wait until we’ve found out for certain, that way if the sonogram made a mistake. What do you think?” Hermione was thinking out loud and expecting him to follow.

“I think we’re having a boy and no child of mine will have yellow walls, regardless of the gender. I think we ought to pick out furniture first and plan the color scheme out around that.” Honestly, it was like she was pushing the poor baby towards Hufflepuff on purpose.

“Okay, let’s put these on the counter and look at nursery sets.” Hermione grinned at him and took his hand as they dropped the bundle of baby clothing on the counter and took off for the various displays of furniture in the back of the store.

“At first I was thinking of a blonde wood, like pine, but now I think oak or cherry wood would be best. That way if we have another one the furniture will last through all the teething and knocking around a baby will do.”

Hermione studied Draco a moment. He knew what she was thinking. For a man who had been so adverse to infants, he was certainly thinking about them a lot. The truth was, he was only doing it because the more they talked about the baby, the more he could use those lovely pronouns like ‘we’, ‘us’ and ‘ours’. He felt it best to come to any conversation well-researched and prepared.

“What do you mean ‘if we have another one’?’ she cautiously asked.

Draco swallowed the lump in his throat. Blaise had referred to having children with Hermione in the multiples. Did he bring the blasted traitor up again? It felt like he was in competition with the man even still.

“Someone mentioned that you would want more than one. Is that true?”

“It is something I think about. I enjoyed the closeness I had with my parents, but I think some of the loss I felt when they died would have been lessened if I’d had siblings. It was a charmed but lonely childhood. I’d be happy with just this one, but I also think it might be nice to have more. What do you think?”

He bit his lip and looked down. “How many did you want?”

“I think three is a nice, rounded number, don’t you?” She rubbed her belly unconsciously and he wondered if she could already feel the little thing inside her.

“I think two would be good. That way two of them can’t gang up on the other one.”

“We could have four, that way they’d each have their own built in best friend.” He must have visibly blanched because she laughed. “Don’t worry, I don’t want four. I’m not even sure I want two yet. Let’s just wait and feel this one out first. Maybe she’ll be such a handful that we won’t have time for more.”

“I highly doubt our child will be a handful and another thing, there hasn’t been a female Malfoy born in over a hundred years and she was third in birth order. We’re having a son.”

“Your family was also pureblooded for over four centuries. This Malfoy won’t be and I bet this one will be a girl. I think yellow walls with an oak cot and purple bed dressing will be lovely. How about this one?” Hermione stood next to an ornate cot bed made out of oak and painted white. The scroll work at the head board was understated and elegant.

“I’ll agree to this one as long as we can paint the nursery walls green.” While the cot wasn’t something he would have picked out, he was willing to bargain with her.

“That’s so Slytherin! Then again, I suppose a nice pale, sage green would look nice with white furniture. It would give it a cottage feel. I could still use lavender for a girl or we could use a myriad of different blues for a boy. I suppose we could have green nursery walls.” She appeared to be lost in thought. “I still think yellow would be more cheerful. It wouldn’t have to be the mustard yellow of Hufflepuff, it could be more of a daisy, sunshine yellow.”

“If we can forget about yellow walls, I’ll let you decorate in the poncey Rabbit Potter nonsense you were talking about.”

“Really?” He nodded. She flew into his arms.” Oh that’s wonderful! I’ve always loved Beatrix Potter and Peter Rabbit is perfect for a boy or a girl! We could paint a garden scene on the wall and get moving murals of Peter and Benjamin Bunny, Jemima Puddleduck, Tom Kitten…”

Draco listened to her drone on about the ridiculous little animals she so treasured from her childhood. He thought they sounded moronic and had been determined to keep them from tainting his former nursery, but they seemed to make her happy and maybe they wouldn’t be so bad. After all, he no longer had to dread going into a room colored like Xenophilius Lovegood’s wardrobe.

As Hermione paid for their purchases and made arrangements for delivery, he studied her profile. She was by now two and a half months along and he thought he could see the slightest hint of a bump on her abdomen through light cashmere sweater she wore over her denim trousers. He thought he had felt a bump sometimes at night as he ran his hand over her stomach, but he didn’t know what to look for. They slept together every night and every morning he eased himself out of bed before she awoke so that she wouldn’t realize that he had an erection the size of a beater’s bat. He only hoped he hadn’t ever humped her in his sleep.

He wanted her again. He wanted her every night. He wanted her every morning, every day of every week for the rest of his life. Hell, he wanted to bend her over his desk and take her from behind while they reviewed Christine and Tim’s reports on wizarding primary school education. This was becoming damned distracting. No matter how much he wanted to shag her into the ground, he didn’t want to lose whatever it was that they had. If he suddenly started coming on to her, would she think him a lech? They hadn’t discussed any kind of romantic arrangement and he was terrified that if he brought it up she would pack up and go back to her flat.

Had she enjoyed the sex they’d had? It had been the best sex of his life, but what if that was only a run of the mill shag for her and he was stuck back in ‘friend’ territory? Would she even want to have sex again? The only purpose his knob had in this arrangement was to get her up the duff. She mentioned having at least three, but he’d give her eight if it meant he got to have her again. This was definitely something that needed sorted out and soon. As far as he was concerned, she was his now. He didn’t want her going on any more dates and if she had an itch that needed scratched, he would be the one to see to her.

She walked back over to him and they made their way to the Leaky Cauldron to floo back home. She was chattering on and on to him. Something about blueberries being good for memory and so she should start eating more. He watched her lips move as she continued on in stream of consciousness about whether or not they should look into a nutritionist for Hogwarts. Her lower lip was a soft pillow of pink satin and her upper lip matched its plumpness. She had perfect, feminine lips and as he watched her tongue dart out to moisten her lips as she continued voicing her thoughts, he couldn’t help himself. He did what he’d been carefully avoiding since they’d made love. He leaned forwards, aligned their bodies and kissed her.



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