Claps Of Thunder

Title: Claps Of Thunder

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Prompt: 069 - Thunder (From fanfic100 on LJ)

Rating: Barely NC-17

Summary: Draco and Hermione's son doesn't like thunderstorms.

Author's Notes: Written for the ever so lovely Jaqui (shag_me_draco).
Unbetaed.

Distribution: Prefer linking, thanks.

Disclaimer: I make no money out of this and frankly, I don't care. J.K. Rowling is the Queen. She owns, I simply borrow.

Written: December 2005. Edited: March 2006.


Claps Of Thunder (1/1)


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     Hermione jerked awake as her three year old son threw himself on top of her, burying his small blond head in the crock of her neck.

     "Mummy," he cried. "It's so loud."

     She hugged his small body tighter to her chest, comforting her the best she could. She looked towards the dark window, only to see a lightening bolt light up the stormy sky. "It's all right darling," she said, kissing the top of his head. "Nothing to worry about," she continued as another clap of thunder was heard from outside.

     Julian shook in fright. "Mummy, I'm scared," he whispered and Hermione's heart broke.

     She sat up in bed, hugging Julian closer to her. He wrapped his arms tighter around her neck and as Hermione stood, she glanced down at Draco, who was still sleeping, snoring away. There was a slight frown on his face as one arm reached over to her side of the bed, where she'd laid just moments ago, seemingly reaching out for her. He didn't seem disturbed in the slightest by the horrible weather or the arrival of their terrified son.

     As Hermione carried Julian down towards the kitchen to make him some hot chocolate laced with a Dreamless Sleep Potion, she couldn't help but silently curse her husband for forgetting the charms. They'd moved into their new house just the week before, and one of the first things Hermione had asked Draco to do, was to make sure that the house was soundproof. Little Julian was terrified of storms and thunder, and, unfortunately for them all, there were quite a few of them in the area where they lived. Hermione found it slightly ironic that he feared them so, as he'd been conceived during one.

     After getting her worked up son calm enough to sit down at the kitchen table alone while she made him his milk, she carried him back to his own room, located just down the hall from her and Draco's. She tucked him into bed and read him a story as he silently sipped on the cocoa. Soon he was asleep once more, and Hermione kissed his soft forehead before she turned off the lights and exited the room. Before the door was fully closed, she took another moment and simply looked at him, marvelling at the tiny creature sleeping so peacefully despite the raging storm outside his window, as he hugged the teddy bear his uncle Ron had given him on his last birthday close to his small chest.

     She hated giving him Dreamless Sleep Potion, but she rather give him that, than have him be terrified all night. Julian had always brought a smile to her face, and now was no exception. Ever since she found out she was expecting a child, she'd loved him. He'd brought so much joy into her life - and Draco's - and she didn't know what she'd do if anything happened to him.

     Hermione often admitted that she and Draco spoiled him a bit too much. No more than his grandparents and uncle's did, but there were times when Hermione worried that he would grow up and act much like his father had when he was younger. Draco had assured her that Julian wouldn't, because not only were they his parents and they wouldn't allow it, but he would grow up together with several siblings, thus wouldn't become another victim to the rich-only-child-curse.

     At the time, Hermione had laughed at Draco as they gazed down on their newly born son, wrapped up so carefully in a baby blue blanket and his mothers arms, but now she was starting to doubt it would ever happen.

     Julian had been a hard pregnancy. Hermione had almost lost him twice, and he'd been born prematurely. The Medi-Witch Hermione had gone to see at St. Mungo's shortly after Julian's birth assured her that, as long as she took her vitamins and had regular check-ups with a doctor, there wouldn't be anything preventing her from having more children.

     That had been three years and one miscarriage ago.

     They were still young, everyone had said when they found out. They had plenty of time.

     Hermione sighed as she closed Julian's door, slowly walking back towards the bedroom she shared with her husband of five years. She and Draco had overcome a lot to be together - angry parents, jealous ex's, judgemental friends and, of course, each other's different beliefs.

     The day Draco asked her to marry him, was one of the happiest days of her life, only topped by the day they got married and the day Julian was born. They still argued, and had very different views on everyday life. In the beginning of their marriage, they clashed on everything from where the sugar bowl should stand, to the colour of the living room curtains. Draco, who'd grown up in a Mansion and was used to having house-elves do anything and everything for him, found himself at a loss when he and Hermione moved into their first joint home, a small flat just a few blocks from Diagon Alley.

     They loved each other, and while they often found the other frustrating to no end, they had gone through too much together and apart to simply give up their relationship over small, stupid and insignificant fights. And while they argued passionately, they made love with even more passion. Draco had been adamant about keeping their fights out of the bed, going so far as to force Hermione out of bed if they were having a disagreement. Only after Julian was born did they stop arguing over everything, both finding it pointless and silly.

     They didn't move in together until after they were married. While Narcissa and Lucius could - albeit very reluctantly - accept their relationship, they'd asked one thing; wait until they were married to move in with each other. Apparently, Draco's parents were old fashioned, and while they didn't stop them from spending the nights together, they did opposite to them living in sin, worried what other people might think.

     Shortly after finding out she was pregnant with Julian, the two moved into a house outside of London. The house had been large enough to hold the whole Weasley family - significant others and children included - and they had spent many a nights talking about the future and dreaming of filling the house with their children.

     After Hermione's miscarriage, they had decided to move into a smaller house, neither wanting the empty rooms to be a reminder. It had taken a few months, but they'd finally moved.

     Hermione sidestepped a few yet unpacked boxed as she entered her dark bedroom, jumping slightly as a loud clap of thunder was heard, too close for comfort. She slipped back into bed and wasn't surprised when she felt Draco slip an arm around her waist.

     "I woke up and you weren't there," he complained against her head, softly kissing the ruffled locks of hair. "I hate it when you're not there."

     "Well, someone forgot to soundproof the house and Julian woke up." Hermione snuggled up in Draco's arms, sighing happily as her body came into contact with his again.

     "Oh." Draco smiled sheepishly.

     "Yes. Oh." Hermione kissed the side of his neck, carefully nipping at the skin as her hand slid around his waist and up his bare back. "I gave him some potion. He's out like a light."

     "Why did he wake up in the first place?" Draco asked. He cupped one of Hermione's breast through the thin shirt she'd stolen from him earlier in the evening, fondling it lazily. "He's not having nightmares again, is he?" At once his focus shifted as Draco was overcome with concern for his son.

     "You didn't notice the thundering?" Hermione asked, amused. As if angry he hadn't noticed, the sky lit up with another lightening bolt, their room lightening up with it.

     "It's a bad one," Draco remarked as he looked outside. He turned to meet Hermione's eyes and he gave her a wicked smile. "Remind me of the storm the night we conceived Julian."

     Hermione groaned. "Everything reminds you of that night."

     "That's not true," Draco denied.

     "It is too. Candles, champagne, strawberries...not to mention our anniversary, this bed and," she smirked, "I've seen that look you get whenever you look at your wedding band."

     Draco huffed. "All right. So maybe I think about it a lot. What's wrong with that? It was a bloody spectacular night I have you know."

     "I know. I was there, remember?" Hermione smiled. "And there's nothing wrong with it. At all," she reassured him, moaning slightly as he began to roll her hardening nipple between two fingers.

     "You tired?" he asked, sounding as if her answer was of no importance to him.

     Hermione knew better. "Not really." She smiled.

     "Good." With that, Draco leaned down the few inches separating them, capturing her lips in a toe curling kiss.

     Hermione responded eagerly. It always amazed her how, after so many years of being together, and so many shared kisses, Draco could still make her melt without even trying. It had been hours since she'd last tasted him, as by the time he'd returned from the Ministry, she'd already fallen asleep. Normally, he would tease her awake and they'd make love - sometimes several times - but he'd been tired as well, and had simply crawled into their bed, pulled her into his arms and fallen asleep.

     His kiss was slow, almost languid, as he explored her mouth with his talented tongue. Hermione moaned into the kiss, as Draco slid one hand in under her shirt, teasing the sensitive skin around her nipple with his deft fingers. Her back arched off the bed, pushing his hand harder against her breast. Draco smirked against her lips, loving her reaction.

     Married for almost five years, lovers for an additional two before that, and he just couldn't get enough of her. He doubted he ever would, which worked more than well for him. "Can't get enough, can you love?" he asked, already knowing the answer but needing her to say it.

     "Never," she breathed, capturing his lips in yet another kiss.

     Draco rolled on top of her, and Hermione spread her legs open, winding them around his. Draco groaned as her hot centre rubbed against his hardening cock through the cotton of his boxers.

     It didn't take long, nor a lot of effort, to get Hermione out of the too-big-for-her button down she'd been wearing. It was soon followed by their respective underwear on the floor where Draco had carelessly thrown it, and within moments their skin came into full contact once more. They sighed in unison and Draco placed a wet kiss to the side of Hermione's neck before moving his attention down towards her breast. He shot her a wicked grin before his lips latched onto one of the hard, rosy nipples, sucking softly on the erect bud.

     Hermione arched her back and moaned his name. When Draco cupped her other breast, her hands slid into his hair as she urged him on with fevered whispers of pleasure. Draco moaned around her nipple and Hermione cried his name as ripples of pleasure shot through her body at the action.

     "You like that," Draco asked, leering up at her.

     "You know I do you prat," Hermione replied affectionately, pushing his head back down towards her breast.

     Draco happily complied. He'd always loved her breasts, even more so after Julian, as they'd grew bigger, rounder and softer. One of his favourite pastimes was playing with her breasts and if she wanted him to suck and touch them, what kind of a man was he if he said no?

     He switched over to her right breast, knowing the importance of giving each magnificent globe an equal amount of attention. Hermione wriggled and groaned beneath him, and every sound she made went straight to his groin. The way her soft inner thighs brushed against his hard-on as she moved her hips, desperate for him to shag her, didn't help him keep his control in the slightest.

     "Draco," Hermione whispered huskily. "I want you."

     Draco raised himself up on his elbows, giving him a perfect view of his wife's face and heavy breast. Seeing the desire clearly reflecting back at him in her brown eyes, Draco barely paused to make sure she was wet enough before he thrust into her.

     Hermione grunted involuntarily and Draco smirked into her hair as his hips rocked against hers. He loved it when he could make her let go and forget about everyone and everything except for the two of them, and just let out all the sounds she otherwise tried to hide in fear of Julian hearing.

     Hermione gasped and moaned as he rolled his hips, hitting all the right spots within her. She clenched around him, and Draco closed his eyes, silently counting backwards from ten to keep from coming too soon. Hermione's hands were on his back, her nails digging into the skin as she urged him on. His thrusts picked up in speed and Hermione threw her head back against the pillow, moaning over and over. Her orgasm hit her suddenly without warning and she gasped Draco's name as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. Her fingers squeezed his back as her inner muscles clenched around him.

     Hermione dimly registered Draco tensing above her as he found his own release with a grunt, emptying himself inside of her. Hoping like always that this time, another baby would be the result of their lovemaking.

     Their breathing was heavy and Draco collapsed in a boneless heap on top of Hermione, completely spent. After a few moments, he rolled to the side, his softening cock slipping out of her as he went. He cuddled in close to her side, burying his head in the crock of her neck, very much like Julian had done, not long ago. He placed a hand over her abdomen and Hermione placed hers above it, sliding her fingers in between Draco's. She sighed softly as Draco placed a kiss on the column of her neck.

     "It'll happen soon," he whispered softly into her skin.

     Moments later, Hermione heard Draco's light snores, and she couldn't help but smile. She gently kissed his blond head before closing her eyes, wrapping her legs around Draco's the best she could under the cover.

     She was asleep within minutes, their hands still clasped over her belly, while outside, the storm continued to rage on.



The End.