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Draco moaned and shifted closer to the warmth hand carding through his hair. Something soft and warm was resting in his arms.

"Hermione," Draco said, "I will earn your love."

She smiled in her sleep.

She continued to pet the soft fur.

"You're a good kitty, Crookshanks," Hermione said in her sleep.

“I'm not the cat,” Draco murmured, kissing her jaw-line.

Her eyes fluttered open. Crookshanks couldn't be kissing her.

"Draco. You're so HANDSOME," Hermione said. "I want to touch you!"

Hermione's hand stole down to the waistband of Draco's boxers.

“Love, you know you're torturing me,” he moaned when he felt her hand touch his sensitive bit.

She smiled down at Draco as he lied there moaning and arching into her hand.

“You like this, sweetie,” she asked, smiling contently. It was nice touching him. He was so gorgeous.

Draco just moaned and closed his eyes, "Feels so good."

“I'm enjoying this very much too,” she said, grasping his impressive length.

"Please don't stop, Hermione," Draco said, arching up.

"Am I the first girl to ever see you like this, Draco Malfoy?" Hermione asked, and she moved between his legs.

“Yes, the first and only one. I would never let anyone else touch me like this. I always wanted you to be my only.”

"Good," Hermione said, and she cupped his testicles as he gasped and arched.

“You know that it is incredibly hot to know that you're mine?”

Draco just moaned in response. It was a dream come true. If only the wedding would come sooner.

"You're wonderful, Love," Hermione said, gripping him tightly near the base of his cock to prevent an orgasm as his grasps and cries became more eratic and his thrusting faster.

“You look even more gorgeous when you're about to come,” she purred and kissed his cheek, her hands still working on him.

"Please, Hermione," Draco begged, before he shoved his face into her breasts.

She liked how her strong gorgeous man begged her. She just had to give in.

As Draco's gasps and cries grew louder, Hermione leaned into him and whispered in his ear.

"Imagine what I can do with my mouth."

He moaned louder, and she felt something hot gush over her hand.

“You are a succubus, Love,” he murmured as he enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm.

Slowly and teasingly she brought her come covered hand to her lips. She began to lick his come from her finger.

Draco groaned at the sight. She took his hand and drew it up her thigh to where it rested on her panties.

“You taste so good,” she purred.

Draco groaned as he pushed her knickers to the side and touched Hermione.

“I am sure I can make you moan as well,” he said and smiled triumphantly.

Hermione smiled at him as she fell on her back and tugged Draco on top of her.

"Do you know how to use your tongue, Draco?"

“I've read a lot about it,” he said blushing. “But I've never really done it before.”

"I want your tongue, Draco," Hermione said, gripping his hair and pushing his head down.

“Your wish is my command, Love,” he said and began to hike up her nightgown. Ever so slowly, he began trailing kisses down her body.

Hermione moaned and wriggled under his hands as he settled between her legs.

“Should I take your panties off?” he asked, knowing well that he was invited to do so.

"If you are going to use your tongue, you better," Hermione said, arching up and wrapping a leg around him.

He removed her soaked knickers slowly, touching her thighs, but not her most heated spot. With a flick of his wrist, the panties vanished. It would be a good keepsake of their night together.

"Draco," Hermione whimpered as her leg was draped around his shoulders. "Draco..."

He moaned when he saw her bare sex for the first time. How many times had he imagined seeing her like this?

She arched up and brushed against his mouth.

"Draco, please...I want you," Hermione said, gripping the sheets tightly and looking at the gorgeous blond.

He let his tongue glide over her glistening slit. Hermione thrust her fingers into Draco's hair to pull his face first against her sex.

She tasted sweeter than honey to him.

"Draco, I need you," Hermione whimpered. She ground herself against his mouth as his tongue slipped into her.

Her moans and whimpers were like music to his ears. He worked his tongue on her, sometimes teasing her clit till she begged him to stop torturing her.

He gently wrapped his arms under her thighs and lifted her up so her other leg wrapped around his shoulders.

Hermione moaned his name in her euphoric state. He was doing wicked things to her. She'd never experienced this before. Ron never wanted to do it.

Finally reading all the sex books has paid off, Draco thought as he laved on her heated core.

Draco groaned sending a vibration through her causing Hermione to squeal and come around his tongue.

"DRACO MALFOY!"

He had enjoyed himself immensely. Knowing that he could make his love come was the greatest reward.

Draco groaned and reached down to try to adjust himself so Hermione wouldn't see his state of arousal.

"You are quite the reader, Draco," Hermione said, pulling him down for snuggles.

“I hoped it'd come to good use, Love.”

"May I shower with you?"

Hermione asked, and she trailed kisses along Draco's neck.

“You don't even have to ask, Love. I am yours to do as you please,” Draco said and rolled away from her.

Hermione whimpered and reached for Draco. Draco leaned over and took her in his arms.

“You know, the idea of us being married gets more appealing every second,” she said.

"May I carry you to our bath, my Lady?" Draco looked down at her.

“Yes, my Lord,” she smiled and kissed him.

Draco picked her up effortlessly.

"I could get used to this," Hermione said, resting her head on Draco's shoulder.

“You should. You will always be cherished.”

Hermione sighed as she was placed down on the lip of the tub, and she raised her arms. Draco groaned as he removed her nightie.

“You're so unbelievably beautiful. I am the luckiest man in the world.”

"You are," Hermione agreed as Draco reached around her and turned on the taps.

"Do you want to use a bath bomb?

“Why not?” Hermione smiled as she watched her gorgeous man move around the bathroom. She hadn't felt so good in ages.

Draco smiled as he tossed one into the tub and leaned in to kiss Hermione.

"Am I better than Weasley?"

“Do you even have to ask?” Hermione scowled. “Now don't be silly. Get in the bath with me.”

Draco grinned and climbed in with her. He snapped his finger. Jets blasted on and bubbles quickly began to form around them.

“Now this is what I call a bath,” Hermione murmured and sunk into the bubbles.

Draco smirked as he moved around behind her with a soaped up washcloth.

“You are spoiling me,” she protested quietly, but enjoyed the movement of his hands.

He pushed her hair to the side and sucked on her neck as he worked the cloth around to her front.

“You are such a tease, Draco. Once we're married, we might not get out of bed easily.”

"Would that be a problem, my little sex kitten?"

“No, not for me. What about your job though?”

"Damn," Draco cursed. "Well, I will just have to work it out with Potter."

“Don't you have to be at work today? It's a Monday...”

“I took a couple of days personal leave. I have to spend time with my bride-to-be.”

"What shall we do today?" Hermione asked, and she squirted some shampoo into her hands and began to wash Draco's hair.

“We can have a picnic, what do you think? There's a small lake further into the Manor's grounds.”

"That would be wonderful."

“So you like the idea? I hoped it'd help us to get to know each other...”

"Yes."

Hermione thought back to Lucius. Where was he?

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Lucius growled as he walked back and forth furiously. Why had he given the little chit carte blanche to go to Draco? She had tried to stay with him, and he sent her away. He knew that he did for his own protection, as she was so tempting. But seeing Draco near her, naked at that....it was killing him. It just wasn't fair. Draco had been loved and cherished his whole life, and Lucius had never been loved.

The boy was Lucius’ all and everything. That's why he had paid the right people to match Draco with the Granger girl.

Draco loved his money, not him. Lucius snatched up a crystal unicorn vase and hurled it against the wall.

The braking glass hurt his hand, but it didn’t matter to him

The anger was greater than the pain. Why did he have to start to care for the girl? Why was she so sweet and loving?

He walked toward the wall and gripped the frame of the painting that was watching him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked as his father's face sneered at him.

"You're pathetic, boy," the painting said.

“All my life has been pathetic because of you, Father!” Lucius yelled as he shook the portrait more.

"What are going to do to me? I'm already dead."

“I’ll just remove your portraits from everywhere,” Lucius threatened.

"I'd like to see you try."

Lucius thrust the painting into the fireplace with a mad grin on his face. He aimed the wand at the fireplace. Enormous black flames erupted from the wand and engulfed the picture.

“Take that, Father!” Lucius screamed as he watched the picture burn to ashes.

"Ungrateful brat," the picture shouted, and it echoed up the chimney.

Lucius broke out in sobs. He had always tried to be a good man, but what were all his attempts worth? No one wanted him. He was all alone in this world, and now he had to watch his son frolic with the most perfect woman in the world.

The door squeaked.

"Lucius!" Hermione cried, and she ran to him.

She put her hands on his back and drew him close as he lay in the fetal position on the floor.

“What happened?” she asked softly as she stroked his messy hair.

“You don't want to know,” he said through sobs. He hadn't even noticed that she had left Draco alone at some point.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know," Hermione whispered, and she kissed his forehead softly. "You've hurt yourself."

“It's nothing. Just a scratch and some blood.” He didn't dare to look at her. She was angelic, but she was not meant to be his.

"You are bleeding badly, Lucius Malfoy," Hermione said, tugging on him gently to draw him to his feet. "You have blood in your beautiful hair."

She stroked his hair feeling the stickiness of the blood as it coated her fingers.

“I don't care,” he said still looking away. She didn't have to spend time with him.

Hermione took his hand and led him to her bathroom. She stood him up straight.

"Stand still," Hermione said, and she bustled about the bathroom. She turned the taps so the tub began to fill with hot water

“Draco surely misses you already,” Lucius protested.

Hermione ignored him as she added bubble-bath.

She walked back to Lucius and began to help him off with his clothes.

“Hermione, you don't need to care for me. Please.”

"I will put a silencing charm on you if you say that again," Hermione said, smacking his arm as she soothed a hand over his chest and back searching for any wound.

“But you are Draco's fiancée. You just can't abandon him and help me. I am pathetic.”

Hermione growled in her throat.

He liked her care a lot. No witch had ever shown such kindness.

“I am not Draco's property. And I can't let you bleed.”

“I don't deserve your care,” Lucius murmured, trying to ignore the fact that she was undressing him.

Hermione plucked her wand up, and pointed it at Lucius' throat.

"No more talking," Hermione said. "You will just listen to me!"

Hermione slid Lucius' boxers down.

He bit his lip as he saw her kneeling before him.

“You have no other damage than your hands, I see,” she murmured, secretly taking in his naked form. “You are such a stubborn man.”

Lucius tried to refute her, but no noise came out.

“I had to silence you,” Hermione said smirking. “Now, get into the bath. You are such a baby.”

Lucius shook his head no and backed away from the tub with his hands blocking his private bits.

“I already saw your bit. Don't panic. I just want to help you clean the blood away, not molest you.”

Lucius clenched a hand around his cock as she spoke to him. Lucius was deeply embarrassed. He hated his body; she would be disgusted by his old man skin and his atrocious bit even more so. The only thing he was sure was pretty about him was his hair. And even that was bloodied at the moment.

Hermione reached over and took his wrist.

"It isn't like I've not seen bits before," Hermione said. "You're not even the first Malfoy bit I've seen."

Lucius blushed deeply. She wasn't even supposed to see his bit. It was improper.

"Always so embarrassed, I like male parts. And yours is quite delicious," Hermione said. "I think it is time for another look!"

Lucius tried to step away. He was torn. The proper thing would be to run away from her now. The improper thing would be to show himself.

Draco would be furious, that he knew for sure, though.

"You will get in this tub," Hermione said, sweetly stroking his wrist. "Or I shall put full body bind on you, and then molest you most kindly."

Lucius stepped into the tub most obediently. He was glad that there were bubbles in the water. They would cover his modesty.

Hermione quickly slipped Draco's robe off and hung it on the beg on door. She quickly stepped into the tub and stepped to the far side where she began to lather the wash cloth.

Lucius gaped at her and tried to get out.

Hermione flicked her wand at him carefully, and he found his legs not under his own control as he was pulled to a sitting position with his legs spread apart.

His mouth was open and he tried to shout in fury.

“You won't escape me. I want you to get cleaned up,” she said sternly.

Lucius stuck his tongue out at her.

"I am going to bathe you," Hermione said. "The more you act as a child, the more I shall treat you as one."

Lucius hugged the bubbles trying to pull them close around him.

“If you do behave however, I might let you speak again.”

Lucius sent his breath out in a nasty hiss and hugged the bubbles closer.

Hermione carried the washcloth over to him.

“And don't think I am attempting to molest you. I just want to make sure you are cleaned up well. This is not sexual in any way.”

Lucius lifted a handful of bubbles and blew them in Hermione's face.

“Don't be childish. I know if I hadn't made you take a bath you would've not done it now.”

He reached out and grabbed Hermione and pulled her between his legs. Her breasts were concealed by the bubbles in front of him but they were eyelevel with his face.

“What are you doing, Lucius? Remember, I told you to behave! Draco is delayed because Harry flooed him.”

He let his hands rest on her hips as Hermione raised her hand and began gently rubbing the wash cloth over his face.

“You are such a gorgeous man, Lucius. The women should fight for the right to even look at you.”

Lucius stuck out his bottom lip. He mouthed at her.

"Shall I let you speak? Are you going to be affable?"

He nodded frantically, his eyes pleading with her to let him speak.

“No one wants me, Hermione. You are just exaggerating the truth, and you are teasing an old man now,” he sighed deeply and leant back against the tub.

"Lucius, you are a handsome man. You are kind and thoughtful to a lady. I have seen it myself. And felt your kindness shine on me," Hermione said. "I declare any female would be lucky to have you, and I declare that you are a gorgeous man. You have lovely unblemished skin. You don't have much body hair, and that is wonderful. You are fit."

“Hermione, you flatter me. I am terribly pale, and as Cissy always said, rather feminine body wise.”

“Don't believe that nonsense, Lucius. I find you very attractive. A fine, groomed man. I don't need a hairy ape.”

"You look like a statue, Lucius," Hermione said. "You could easily be mistaken for a Grecian statue in the right light."

He laughed.

"It's true," Hermione said, running her hand over the pale skin.

“You flatter me to no end, dearest. You don’t have to go out of your way to make me feel good.”

"If I had to choose which Malfoy to marry based only on looks, I wouldn't know what to do. I suppose I would have to marry both of you."

He laughed again. “If there's one thing I know, then it's that my son is physically perfect. He spent hours and hours in the gym every day.”

“But you are just as perfect, just less bulky. I don't know why women don't jump you. Maybe you should take a walk naked?” she teased.

"Yes, and get arrested and treated like a mad ex-Death Eater.”

“You're not a Death Eater, not any more. Even the Mark is gone,” she traced the spot on his arm where just a faint discolorations showed the once marring tattoo.

"I would be arrested for indecent public exposure," Lucius griped.

"Not if the Minister of Magic was a woman."

“Hermione, has someone told you that you are a very cheeky girl?”

“Just an honest girl. Pity there isn't such a thing as double marriage.”

Lucius blushed.

"You don't want to marry an old man with old balls and a wrinkly bit," Lucius said.

Hermione slid the wash cloth over Lucius' bit slowly causing his breath to hitch.

“If I am correct, I had the honor to feel you up once before. It was not wrinkly at all.”

Lucius couldn't say a word as she cupped his balls gently. He bit his lower lip to stifle a moan.

“I know about the Malfoy curse. It must be very difficult for such a virile man like you.”

Lucius arched into her hand as his forehead fell to her shoulder.

“You shouldn't pleasure me like this. It is wrong.” He moaned loudly, as he couldn't hide his enjoyment of this procedure.

Hermione slid her free hand into his hair. "I'm just bathing you."

“No, you are pleasing me most deliciously. The standard bathing procedure doesn't include this.”

"I've decided it is to be ritual when I bathe a truly gorgeous male," Hermione said, fisting her hand over his shaft and pulling his hair a little.

He groaned loudly. “No one has ever done this to me, do you know?”

"But you've been married," Hermione whispered, tilting his head back so she could look into his eyes as she fisted him.

“I was married on paper, yes, but it doesn't guarantee a sex life. Frankly, I never had one. I might've had sex a couple of times in my life only. And she would not wish to see me naked, or Merlin forbid, touch my bit.”

"Well, if I had been her, you would have been ravished nightly, and sometimes just after lunch," Hermione whispered, corkscrewing her hand as Lucius shouted and flung himself against her.

“You are a succubus, witch,” he murmured as he came.

"It's hard not to want to throw myself at both of you..." Hermione said.

"What's hard?" Lucius asked, sliding a hand between Hermione's legs.

“I just feel so drawn. To both of you. I can't explain it.”

Lucius let his finger slide into Hermione and he groaned.

"I always pay my debts, My Dear," Lucius said.

Hermione collapsed on his lap and wiggled as Lucius worked a finger gently inside her.

What both of them didn't know was that they were drawn to each other due to ancient Malfoy magic. If a fertile witch was contracted to the family, and there were more than one single male in the family, she would be drawn to them. It was cast in the ancient times to ensure procreation of the bloodline.

“Lucius, who is a tease now?” she asked through moans.

"Lucius," Hermione whimpered when he added a second finger.

He slid a hand to her breast. He moaned as he felt the softness of it and pressed his lips to her neck.

“I would've never thought that I would ever touch you like this,” he confessed, “but I can't help myself.”

Hermione shoved herself against his hand in excitement, "Lucius....Lucius!"

Lucius moaned in response. He had never had a woman so responsive. The little vixen was literally melting under his touch.

"Please Lucius..." Hermione whimpered, shoving her back against his chest. "I need you."

Oh how he wished they could proceed to bed where he would show her just how good he was.

Hermione wrapped one hand around his wrist to keep his hand from leaving, and thrust the other into his hair as she keened in his arms.

"LUCIUS!" Hermione squealed as her second orgasm of the day washed over her. She collapsed back against him moaning as she pressed her nose into his neck.

“You're so gorgeous when you're in throes of passion,” Lucius murmured as he gently stroked her back.

Hermione sighed and wiggled closer to him. "Same to you."

“I think the water's getting cold now,” Lucius said and sighed. “We should get dressed.”

"Are you a wizard or not?" Hermione said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“We will get all shriveled, sweet, you'd not want that.”

"Will you be spending the day with Draco and myself?" Hermione asked, snapping her fingers to release the spell on Lucius' legs that prevented voluntary movement.

“No, dearest, I have business to see to. But you and Draco enjoy yourselves,” he said and gently got out of her embrace.

"I shall miss you terribly!" Hermione said, grasping his wrist. "Can you not spare a day for me?"

“I want you to get to know Draco. He needs it very much. And I've done already way too much than I should've been allowed,” Lucius said as he stepped out of the tub and summoned a dressing robe.

"It felt so good," Hermione said, staring at Lucius' firm bottom before the robe arrived.

“You are not my woman, though,” Lucius reminded her. “I have taken liberties with you the society would frown upon.”

She reached a hand out and gave Lucius' bottom a smack.

"And what have I done? Been a passive virgin?"

“No, not that... just... the more time you spend with me, the more I want you,” Lucius confessed, turned away from her.

"It's only natural," Hermione said. "I'm friendly."

“Too friendly. If Draco knew what you just did...”

"I'm not telling him, and neither are you," Hermione said, "What if I said: I preferred the father's techniques of pleasuring to those of the son?"

Lucius growled. “You should only want Draco. Think of me as an old man with saggy balls!”

"But I want you," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around him. "And I don't think your actions were just a 'get-away-from-me.' You want me too. Why can't I have you?"

Hermione pressed her cheek to his back

“Because it would break Draco's heart. He is possessive. He doesn't share!”

"I'm not a possession. I'm a person. I will spend time with my friends whether Draco likes it or not," Hermione said. "And besides, you said that you could make me yours under the terms of the law."

"I said I would do that if Draco hurt you," Lucius said. “I could. But do you really want to break the boy's heart? He tried so hard to be good. So you'd notice him.”

"Why should I have a boy when I can have a man?" Hermione asked. "Who is Draco?"

Hermione couldn't remember when Lucius was so close anything but Lucius was drowned out. She only vaguely considered this a concern as she was snuggling Lucius. She reached a hand up and petted the silky hair.

“You are engaged to him under the new law. He deserves some happiness. Don’t take that from him.”

"But I want to make you happy," Hermione said breathily, "Lucius. I wouldn't want to take happiness from you. You deserve it t-too."

“I don't deserve it. I have to make up for my mistakes to the boy. I love my son dearly, and would give my life for him. Giving up you is the least I can do.”

"What about what I want?" Hermione demanded pushing him away and gripping her head.

Why didn't Lucius want her? Hermione sank to the floor and covered her ears as she felt urged to beg the elder Malfoy to marry her and keep her.

“Draco loves you dearly. He needs you very much. You will be happy with him.”

"Don't you love me?" Hermione asked, looking up at Lucius with big brown eyes.

“I do as well, but I have to be fair and let my son have you.”

"I want you," Hermione said, taking the hem of his robe. "What's happening to me, Lucius?"

“I don't know, Dearest. Maybe you are just overwhelmed by everything? New home, new family...'

"No, it is magic. There is some magic here acting on me. Magic I don't know of," Hermione said, pressing her face into his leg.

“I don't know of such magic, either,” Lucius said kneeling next to her. “It might be the house. You've not lived on such an estate before. Why don't you ask Draco to take you somewhere? We have a lot of other properties you could see.”

Lucius draped the robe Hermione had been wearing over her shoulders and scooped her up in her arms as she cried.

"I feel so strange," Hermione said. "I've never wanted two men at the same time. And felt as if things would be horribly wrong if I weren't with both. I didn't feel this when I was engaged to Ron. This is some strange magic. Some dark spell...”

“There's no dark magic in the house. I had Charms masters inspect everything.”

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE, WHERE ARE YOU?"

Lucius could hear the shouting of his son in the hallway.

“Dearest, go to your rooms. Say you had a nervous moment. He will be upset if he finds us.”

Hermione obediently got up and tied her robe. With a sad look she left Lucius' bathroom, just to enter her rooms a minute before Draco stormed in.

"Why aren't you dressed?" Draco demanded, until he saw the tears running down her cheeks.

“I just feel so...weird in this house. Something's overwhelming me, and it's not my nerves.”

Hermione went to Draco and wrapped her arms around him. She was panting.

Draco tugged her closer.

"We can go to the French estate if you like," Draco offered petting her hair. “Did I do anything to distress, you, love? The French estate is at the Cote d'Azur. Near a beach. Would you like that?”

"I want to be married, Draco," Hermione whispered. "I want to be married. It will be better when I am married."

“But Father said...” Draco tried to remind her.

She dug her nails into his clothing.

"I WANT TO BE MARRIED, DAMN YOU!" Hermione said, pushing him away. She fell on the bed and began to cry.

“Love, please don't cry. You're breaking my heart when you are like this. I will try to speak to father about this. Would you like me to bring you a calming draught or a nice herbal tea?”

"Don't go," Hermione pleaded, reaching for him. "I just want to be married."

“I’m not mad, I am not going insane,” she whispered to herself.

"We will move the wedding up for you, Love," Draco said, putting his hands on her back.

She dug her fingers into his robes and rested her cheek on his leg.

“Is it what happens to all Mudbloods in this house? That they go mad?” she asked through sobs.

"I don't know. You are the first Muggleborn witch to ever come here," Draco said, rubbing her back.

“And there are no traps or charms to hurt anyone here. Never were.”

"How soon can we have the wedding?" Hermione asked, playing with the buttons on Draco's shirt.

“I don't know, yet, love. It depends on what Father says. But don't worry about it.” He held her close and played with her messy locks.

"I will throw him out a window if he says no," Hermione pouted, as she continued to play with the buttons and press her cheek over his heart. She slid a finger between the buttons and petted Draco's skin.

“Honey, I think we should rest for a moment. Let the upset go. I am yours forever, you know it,” he said lovingly.

"I'll do it! You just watch me!" Hermione said, storming over to the chaperone door and pushing it open. It banged off the wall.

“Hermione, wait!” Draco called, running after her.

"LUCIUS MALFOY! YOU GET YOU OLD FAT BUM OUT HERE AND TALK TO ME!"

But Lucius was no where in sight.

“Love, come back,” Draco begged.

"Where is HE?" Hermione yelled, looking around furiously for the elder Malfoy. "Draco, where is your father?"

“I don't know. He was supposed to chaperone us for the picnic...”

POP! A little elf popped into the room.

“The Lord Lucius asked me to let young Master and Mistress know that he is away on urgent business. He shall return tomorrow.”

"I'm going to throw your father out a window tomorrow, Draco," Hermione said as she walked back into her own room and sat down primly on the sofa.

The elf apparated away after it had said its line.

Draco followed her into the room and stared at her as she sat rigidly with her arms crossed furiously.

“I want to be married as soon as possible,” she sobbed as her angry stance dropped.

"Of course, Love," Draco said, moving to her and taking her in his arms. "And if you want to throw Father out a window. You'll know I'll support you whatever you decide."

“You are so understanding, Draco. You don't think I am mad?” she asked carefully.

“Of course not, Love. You have had a lot of stress recently. And I would be a terribly bad fiancé if I didn't offer you comfort.”

Draco held her close and tried to calm her down.

His short visit with Potter had distressed him. He knew Potter was friendly, but the way Potter had squeezed his arse was way too friendly.

"I want a baby," Hermione said, petting his hip.

“We can have a baby when you're ready. It is your decision.”

"I want to start today," Hermione said, kissing one of his hands.

“We're not married yet, Love. I can't have full intercourse, remember?” he told her softly, never loosening his gentle hold on her.

“Will you just hold me in bed now? I feel very tired.”

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Bunny has now a flame retardant suit. Though he still grows and preens under the watchful care of each adn every review. Please do not deny the bunny what he requires in order to best serve you, our readers!

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