Once Upon a Time...

Once Upon A Time…

By: Snape_Goddess



A/N: This is a companion piece of sorts for Sleepless Nights. This is the Draco and Hermione from the story I wrote so long ago…


It was just after eight o’clock, supper was over and the house was fairly quiet aside from the ticking of a grandfather clock in the hall. Draco Malfoy reclined in an oversized chair in front of the fireplace, his stocking feet crossed atop the matching ottoman as he stared into the fire and sipped his tea. Most grown wizards enjoyed a brandy or even a glass of fire-whiskey before bed but alcohol gave him a headache and induced nightmares, neither were worth the trouble.

He set his empty cup on the occasional table and folded his hands, resting them on his stomach as he watched the flames. He was a man content with his life. He smiled when he heard the soft sound of tiny feet outside the study door. He closed his eyes to little slits and watched the heavy wooden door slowly open, a tiny little head covered in sandy blonde curls peeking around the edge.

Luciana Narcissa Malfoy, affectionately known as Lucy, was four years old and the light of his life. Everything about her was perfect and more than made up for the misery of his early years. She made life worth living. She saw him in the chair, her perfect little rosebud lips lifting into a smile, she thought him asleep. She closed the door softly and tiptoed across the room with an exaggerated “creep” that nearly had him laughing and giving him self away.

She stopped beside his chair and fiddled with the belt on her little pink satin robe. Her head tilted to the side and her wide blue eyes watching him.


“Daddy?” She called softly. Draco didn’t reply, he just continued to sit there, his eyes nearly closed. She came closer, pushing her face to within an inch of his. “Daddy?”

“Hm?” He grunted, but didn’t open his eyes. Next thing he knew little fingers were prying one eye open and she was yelling.


“Daddy!” Draco growled and snatched her up, pulling her into his lap as he tickled her. She squealed and wiggled, laughing hysterically.

“Why aren’t you in bed, Lucy?” He asked as he settled her into the crook of his arm and brushed a kiss over her curls, inhaling the soft scent of baby shampoo and little girl.

“I want another story.” She said.

“Did no one come to read to you?” He asked.

“Grandpa read to me but he read about Sir George and the Dragon, I want a fairytale.” She said. “Will you tell me a story, Daddy?”

“A fairytale eh? I don’t think I know any…what kind of story is it you want?” He asked.

“A prince and a princess and they fall in love and live in a castle and an evil witch and….” She was rambling and Draco knew that if he didn’t cut her off that the ands could go on for a very long time.

“Alright, I think I get the picture. A fairytale is it?” He took a deep breath, and then smiled. “I think I know just the story.” He said as she curled into him.

Once upon a time there was a young Prince, the Prince of Slytherin. He was handsome and wealthy; everything he ever wanted was his. But the prince wasn’t happy. He had no friends and every night when he closed his eyes, bad dreams would come and keep him awake. He was cursed you see, cursed by an evil wizard who wanted to rule the kingdom and he tried to destroy the Prince. But the Prince managed to survive despite the curse placed on him.


The prince believed that he would never again be happy, that for all of his life the curse would torment him and ruin his dreams. Then one night as he paced the floors, wide awake thanks to his dreams, a princess came, the Princess of Gryffindor. She was lovely, smart and compassionate and with a simple touch she soothed the prince and his nightmares vanished.

The prince soon learned that as long as she was close he was happy and his sleep was undisturbed. The prince realized that he loved the princess, for only she could lift the curse and make him whole again. Then one night at a Halloween ball he told her so, and the entire kingdom learned that the Prince of Slytherin and Princess of Gryffindor were a couple. Many peers of the realm said that it would never last, they were too different, and too much history had passed between their people for them to overcome. But the Prince and Princess didn’t listen, they just kept right on loving each other and on a bright sunny day in the fall they were married…

Draco looked down at his daughter, she was nearly asleep. He sighed and lifted her into his arms. He carried her through the halls and up the stairs to her room. He laid her in the center of her frilly pink bed and removed her robe and the little ballet slippers. He smiled at the pink pajamas covered in little white daisies before he pulled the covers up to her chin and tucked her in. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, amazed that he could feel so much love for the little girl.

“Finish it, Daddy.” She said softly. “Finish the story.”

“And on a bright sunny day in the fall they were married…and they lived happily ever after.” He said. “Goodnight, Lucy.”

“Night, Daddy.” She said as she snuggled into her pillow. Draco left her room, closing the door behind him.

He passed by his father’s study, glancing inside at the floor littered with toys and his sire sitting behind his desk, slightly disheveled as he looked over a stack of parchments. It amazed him how much his father had changed in recent years. Gone was the man who spent all of his time preaching pureblood supremacy and blood politics who took pleasure in flaunting his wealth and abusing his power. In it’s place was a man who had a few more lines on his face than he liked, silver threads of hair at his temples and who spent the majority of his time being led around by the nose by a four year old half-blood who he loved above all things. Lucius Malfoy may not have been a great father in the beginning, but he was making up for it by being an incredible grandfather.

He passed by his mother’s rooms, the doors still sealed after two years. He brushed his fingertips over the gilded door and sighed. He missed her terribly. Shortly after Luciana had been born Narcissa Malfoy had become ill. The disease had eaten away at her until finally she went to sleep and by morning had passed from the world, finally free from the frail, pain ridden body that had imprisoned her. Draco took comfort in the fact that she had lived to see him fall in love, marry and become a father. She had seen him become a better man than his father and for that he would be forever grateful.

With a sigh he made his way to the very end of the hall where the suite of rooms he shared with his wife was situated. He pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the candlelit room. She was sitting on the bed, propped against the pillows reading a book. He caught his breath at the sight of her, a reaction he had thought would fade with time but it never did. She had the blankets pulled up over her lap, but he could see the bodice of the soft, sage green negligee she wore. Her crazy curls were hanging loose, tendrils curling around her cheeks and down over the ripe swells of her breasts. She was stunning, in his eyes at any rate, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He closed the door and made his way across the room to his bureau. He removed his cufflinks and the muggle timepiece that Hermione had given him for their first Christmas together and laid them in a silver tray set there for that purpose. He removed his shirt and trousers, draping them over the back of a chair before turning back to the bed. She was smiling, the covers pulled back in invitation, her book set aside for the night.

With a grin of his own he crawled into the bed, immediately lying so that his head rested on the soft curve of her stomach. Their son grew there now, tiny and new. He closed his eyes as her fingers began to sift through his long locks, soothing away the tension and comforting him with her familiar, healing touch.

“Rough day, Dragon?” She asked as she slid her fingers over his scalp.

“Better now.” He muttered, relaxing into her touch. “Lucy got back out of bed after father finished her story and tucked her in.”

“Begging for another story?” She asked, smiling.

“Yes, a fairytale.” He said. “So I told her about the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Princess.”

“Oh? Is it a happy story?” She asked. Draco opened his eyes slowly and stared up at her.

“The happiest.” He said, reaching up to push her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“I take it she’s back in bed now?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, she really is perfect.” He said, grinning like a fool. He knew he was hopeless when it came to Lucy, he just couldn’t help himself.

“She has you and your father wrapped so tightly around her little finger it’s a wonder she can even move it.” Hermione chuckled. “Baby Max is going to be difficult for her, sharing the attention with the next Malfoy heir.”

“No it wont, we won’t let it be. I never thought I would ever say this, but there is enough love in this house for a dozen children to thrive on.” He said. “Speaking of love…” He lifted his head and pressed his lips to hers. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Dragon.” She said, opening her lips to allow his tongue inside. From their first kiss to the one they currently shared he could make her giddy with want. She had been mistaken in her belief that time would dampen the passion; dim the flames of desire that flared between them. They had been through so much, war, ridicule, death and still they came out the other side stronger than before. They were fated it seemed, the two halves of a whole.

Draco rolled towards her, shifting his body so that he was lying alongside her, his lips moving over hers. He still loved kissing her, tasting her sweet flavor, feeling the pillowy softness of her lips against his. She moaned softly as he slid his hand up to her breast, cupping the swollen globe in his hand and squeezing gently, running his thumb over and around the tender peak made sensitive by her pregnancy.

He pushed his hand beneath the thin spaghetti strap at her shoulder and shoved the nightgown down, his lips leaving hers to trail over her chin and down the front of her throat, his tongue dipping into the hollow at the base. He raised his head watched as he pushed the fabric off of her breast, baring the plump, ripe flesh to his eyes. He loved the way she looked when she was pregnant; everything about her was softer, rounder. Her nipples were darker and diamond hard as she arched her back pressing the tight little peak against his lips.

He swiped his tongue over her, circling the pouting nub before sucking it into his mouth. He drew on her tenderly, the tip of his tongue flicking over the nipple as she writhed and whimpered, her hands tugging his hair, pulling him tighter to her as she strained to push more of her breast into his mouth. He lavished her breast with attention while he tugged the other side of her gown off so he could shift to the other breast, sucking and licking, nibbling as she went wild beneath him.


He knew he was blessed to have her. She never failed to respond to him, never just “laid back and let him get it over with” the way he had heard some women complaining about marital sex. She was always eager, ready and willing, an active participant who took as much pleasure from him as he took from her.

“Don’t stop.” She whimpered as she began to shove her night gown down further, shimmying out of it as best she could, kicking it into the void beneath the covers at the foot of the bed for the house elves to find in the morning. “I need you.” She begged, tugging at his shoulders, trying to pull him between her thighs.

“Not yet, love.” He said, running his tongue between her breasts then circling lower. He kissed the soft curve of her tummy, smiling when he felt the tiny flutter of his child beneath his lips. He moved lower, his hands sliding beneath her thighs to open her wider. She was so wet and swollen, her sex red with desire and glistening in the candlelight. “Gods I love this part of pregnancy.” He muttered.

Her libido was increased thanks to the hormones and increased blood flow, and he was enjoying the benefits of frequent, mind blowing sex with his delectable little wife. She had gotten creative, and brave, in recent weeks. Showing up at the ministry while he was working wearing nothing but her cloak and a pair of stilettos that had led to wild, abandoned sex in the lift they had disabled halfway between the Magical Law Enforcement office and Minister Shacklebolt’s office. She had cornered him in the library, shoving him back into the wall and taking his cock into her mouth, sucking him for all she was worth while his muggle hating grandfather’s portrait watched in absolute horror. Oh yes, he was definitely enjoying this part of her pregnancy.

“Draco…oh gods…lick me please!” She begged breathlessly as she stared down at him. His lips twitched into a smirk at her pleading. Time had made her bolder and more demanding in bed. Not that he minded, he loved hearing the naughty comments and dirty words slipping past her pretty lips while he took her.

He lowered his lips to the swollen petals of her sex, licking gently at her folds then sliding his tongue between them to dance along her slit, finding the hard bud of her clit and stroking over it. She keened, her hips lifting, pressing her pelvis tightly to his mouth, begging him to suckle the little nub. He sucked the delectable bit of flesh until he sensed that she was close to her orgasm. He pulled back despite her frantic protests as she tried to drag him back to her needy flesh. He knelt between her open thighs, watching her as she panted and wriggled against the sheets, her face and chest flushed as she watched him shove his boxers down, freeing the turgid erection straining against the fabric.

He sat back, his hands sliding beneath her thighs as he lifted her up.

“Put the pillows beneath your hips, love.” He whispered. She was getting to a point where it was uncomfortable for him to put his weight on her when they made love, but again he wasn’t complaining, it was a good excuse for a little variety. She jerked the pillows from his side of the bed, naturally, and shoved them beneath her hips. “Perfect.”

She moaned loudly as he began pushing the purple tip of his cock into her, sliding easily through the copious fluid pooling at her opening. She was still so tight that he gasped when he slid into her. She squeezed him so beautifully, her slick walls pulsing and undulating over him as he sheathed himself inside her.

“Oh…Dragon….more…please!” She begged, her hands clutching the pillow beneath her head as he entered her fully. He drew back slowly, almost all the way out and then thrust into her hard and fast. She cried out, nearly screaming as she turned her face into the pillow and bit into the fabric. He smiled, he loved watching his proper little wife go wild as he fucked her. Over and over he plunged in and out of her slippery core, their bodies coming together with an audible, wet slap until she stiffened, her legs trembling as her back bowed and orgasm flowed through her. Her shrill of completion reverberating off of the walls as her sex held him tight and immobile within her, milking his seed from him with tight, sucking convulsions that had him shouting hoarsely with his release.

Breathless and sweaty, he lowered her thighs and pulled the pillows from beneath her, tossing them off of the bed and onto the floor. He didn’t know why they had so many on the bed anyhow; in the five years since he had married her they had shared the same pillow every night. Hermione moaned and stretched, languid and sated from their lovemaking. Draco moved to her side, rolling her over and pulling her back into the curve of his body.


“Mmmm, Dragon….so good.” She mumbled, snuggling back into his heat.

“I aim to please.” He chuckled, kissing her shoulder as he curved his hands around her tummy.

“I love you, my Dragon.”

“And I you.” He replied. She relaxed against him completely and he knew she had fallen asleep. He smiled and sighed, he was a happy man. He had it all and he still wasn’t sure how he had gotten so lucky. It seemed that fairytales really did come true and he would get his happy ever after, after all.


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I hope you enjoyed this little peek into life after Sleepless Nights left off....Im not sure what inspired me to go there, but here it is...enjoy.