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Someone had let it slip that the Golden Trio would be returning from their vacation in Monaco. Exhausted and now practically running from the international Portkey office to the floo network in the Ministry of Magic the group hastily made their way through the crowd.
Reporters and journalists alike were clamouring over each other in an attempt to speak with them or get a statement.
It was clear the protection they had experienced through Hogwarts with Professor McGonagall had officially ended, leaving them to fend for themselves against the masses.
...." Mr. Potter! Are there any details on your upcoming wedding to Ginerva Weasley?"
...." Mrs. Granger!! Is it true you and Draco Malfoy will be living together on Diagon Alley?"...
.... "Mr.Weasley!! How did you react to the news that The Brightest Witch of her age left you for a Deatheater?"...
The last one left Dyani (Ron's girlfriend) giggling as the redhead smiled and continued to ignore the shouts, squeezing her hand and winking at her knowingly.
Draco glowered at a reporter that was tugging on Hermione's sleeve as he continued to whisk her off to the exit with his long strides. Hermione sent a quick leg locking hex to the Wizard, effectively halting him in his tracks, much to the stout little man's surprise.
Finally, they made it to their destination after what felt like an eternity shoving their way through the crowd. Draco shoo'd Hermione into the floo first, using his large frame to block a few stragglers, then shouted- "Penthouse suite, Chelsea estates, Diagon Alley!"- as he stepped in after her.
Harry and Ginny rushed into the floo next to them after the Auror's finally appeared, halting the masses with protection wards.
A total and utter disaster.
•
As soon as they came through the fireplace, Draco held Hermione close to him and covered her eyes.
"What are you doing?" She whined.
She had been extremely grumpy from the excess of sun, bottomless cocktails and now the attack of the press, but Draco was still intent on his grand reveal.
"Now don't be cross, but when you were discussing decor with my mother, she may have used Legimens on you... just a little bit to decorate our new flat."
"She what!!?" Hermione spluttered.
"Don't worry, she is very skilled at targeting certain areas of the mind, there is no chance of her seeing anything untoward. She thought we might appreciate everything being sorted by the time we got here. Now... open your eyes." He whispered.
Hermione decided she would get mad about the unwarranted mind reading later, for she was far too exhausted to make a big deal out of it just now.
"Oh, my gods..." Hermione murmured as he lifted his hands. She took in the space with wonder.
She was looking at a very open, very bright and simplistic loft. The kitchen was to the right, underneath the large open bedroom with a metal staircase winding its way up to it.
To the left was their living room, where a plush leather couch sat in the centre. Bijou and Ollie were sleeping snuggled up in a ball of fur against the white pillows.
There was an enormous bookshelf with a wooden ladder, taking up the entire left wall from floor to ceiling, nearly 20 feet high and stocked full with books. Hermione scanned it appreciatively before looking over the rest of the area.
There was a large arched window facing Diagon alley with a cozy reading nook at the base, perfect for lounging with a large cup of tea or wine and a book.
She continued to walk through their new home as Draco following closely behind her, admiring the simple white walls with thin elegant golden trim.
The dining room was through a small opening to the left of the fireplace and when she entered she could barely believe her eyes. One wall was entirely made of French windows and faced an open and large atrium right at the center of the building.
Draco smiled as he watched her eyes widen. At the bottom of the atrium was a large communal pool, a skylight at the top majestically lit the open space naturally and there was a small patio off the living room that looked over the enclosure.
She looked down a level and saw Ginny and Harry on a similar deck looking up at her waving. She waved back and smiled before walking back into the dining room to face her boyfriend.
"So?..." Draco said with a smirk on his face. "Do you like it?"
"Yes... tell your mother thanks for decorating, it is completely wonderful. But if she enters my mind again, I have no issue using a bat bogey hex on her." Hermione laughed. Somehow she imagined that the woman could make even an undignified hex such as that look elegant.
"I'll send along the message..." Draco chuckled as he wrapped her in his arms. He then lifted her up and brought her to the living room, flinging her onto the couch. Both the cats abruptly glared at him as they jostled off to the bedroom.
"...right after I ravage your body and have you in every single square inch of our home."
"No!!!" Hermione's whined. "Your wonderful and this is wonderful but I can't tonight, I'm so bloody knackered."
"Yes, tonight." He growled. "How can you wave those cute little braids and red sundress in my face all day and expect me to resist you!"
He nuzzled her neck, kissing up the length of it, expertly pressing every single one of her favourite pleasure points as he went.
"I'm just so tired..." she moaned, but it didn't sound like a tired moan at all like she intended.
She slowly succumbed to his ministrations, wrapping her warm arms around his neck and letting one of her legs fall open as he pressed against her.
"That's a good little girl, I knew you would change your mind." He said, sucking on her earlobe. "Oh... hold that thought for two seconds. I need to send a quick owl to my new supervisor."
She nodded as Draco got up and went to a small office that was tucked behind their massive bookshelf, then drafted a letter stating that he was back in town and able to start the following week.
He summoned an owl, tying the letter to his leg and sent it out the window before practically running back to his 'soon to be' Fiancée.
"Now... where were we love?" He chuckled as he headed towards the living room, thinking of all the wicked things he wanted to do with her but when he finally laid eyes on the little Gryffindor, she was completely passed out.
Her dress had ridden up, revealing her darkly tanned skin and she was breathing shallowly making small noises as the air exited her lungs.
He smiled to himself as he walked over and gave her a small kiss on the forehead, deciding to let her sleep for a while.
He picked out a book from the shelf and sat beside her on the couch, lifting her head so that his thigh could be her pillow. Smiling contentedly he then read for a few hours as his she slept.
•
Draco awoke and peered down at his watch, it was only 5 pm... he felt something hot on his leg. When he looked down he remembered he was home now and that Hermione was resting on his lap -the best realization he had ever awoken to.
"Hermione?" He whispered as he ran a finger down her cheek. He realized something felt off with her.
Her skin was superheated, unnaturally so. He got up and knelt next to her, panicking as he ran a diagnostic on her with his wand. It revealed a rather high fever, much to his horror, he was quite at a loss of what to do.
She made a small whimpering noise as she stirred, then opened her eyes drowsily as she looked up at him. "Draco..." she croaked. "I don't think I'm feeling very well."
Suddenly her eyes shot open widely - and she surprised him by rushing up off the couch with a wobbly haste.
Draco followed her quickly to the toilet as she puked violently into the porcelain toilet.
"You have a fever darling, I just ran a diagnostic on you. Do you feel well enough to drink water?" He asked as he gently pulled her hair into a ponytail on the top of her head.
"No, I can't." She gasped. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I just want to sleep. The bathroom looks nice too... I quite fancy the col...." but she stopped in her tracks as she heaved into the bowl yet again.
"That's it... better to get it all out." He cooed gently.
Draco was extremely concerned, but couldn't help chuckling at her observance of the bathroom as he stroked her back soothingly as her head hit the toilet seat.
When she finally finished dry heaving a few minutes later, He gingerly picked her up and carried her up the stairs to their king-sized bed, lowering her into the down sheets. She fell to sleep nearly instantly, clearly exhausted.
He removed her dress and put her into her favourite Nirvana T-shirt before heading downstairs to his office to find a few potions.
He forced the poor witch to drink several odd coloured liquids before getting into bed with her, he wasn't about to leave her alone in this state.
"Are you sure you don't want me to call a healer?" He fussed as she groaned at him to let her sleep.
He finally gave up. All night he held her while she was freezing and shivering and cast cooling charms when she was burning and sweating.
It was only when she was seriously injured or sick that he was able to care for her this way and he secretly quite enjoyed fawning over her like this.
Hermione would still need time to allow him to care for her like this willingly, but he would wait. It would be a sweet victory when she finally needed him the way he needed her.
• Two days later •
"Sorry I couldn't have dinner with you last night Gin!" Hermione said as she buttered her toast. "I wanted to give you a proper send of but I was just feeling so rotten."
"It's okay, Draco told me how sick you were. I will be back in two weeks anyway, you three can tell me all about Auror training, curse breaking and the drama of Diagon alley living when I get back." Ginny said as the four of them sat around the table eating breakfast together.
"I don't want you to leave," Harry complained as he grasped the redhead and kissed her. "I'll miss you so much."
"I know, you told me last night... over and over and over again," Ginny murmured as she winked at Hermione. The obvious innuendo was clear behind her eyes. Hermione pretended to gag and then took a small bite of her toast.
"What time do you leave?" Draco said, dodging the awkwardness of the conversation.
"In 3 hours!" Ginny replied. "Anyways, thanks for breakfast you two, I should probably start packing..." she said, giving her Fiancée a look.
"But you packed yesterday..." Harry said as they got up and headed to the fireplace.
"Shut up..." Ginny said, hitting him. "What kind of Auror will you be if you can't pick up on subtle cues..."
"Oh right... um, that's right guys... she hasn't packed yet, I forgot." Harry said sheepishly.
"Nice save..." Hermione deadpanned as she waved goodbye to her best friends.
"Have fun you two." Draco chuckled, as he looked at Hermione darkly through his lashes, finishing his tea.
Once Harry and Ginny were gone, leaving the pair alone at their kitchen island sitting at the bar stools, the sexual tension didn't dissipate... in fact, it grew much much stronger.
"So... about having me in every room..." Hermione said casually.
"Is that an invitation?" Draco crossed the table, flung her over his shoulder and dragged her up the stairs, to their bedroom as she squealed excitedly. "Don't mind if I do."
"The bed first? ...Interesting choice." She joked.
Hermione gasped as he ripped the dress that she was wearing off, with one fluid motion.
"I don't want to hear another word out of you unless it's my name, Granger." The Slytherin growled whilst pinning the front of her thighs against her stomach.
She wheezed at the sudden contortion as he held her down, then descended and licked her slit with his tongue, tickling her nub tantalizingly.
They hadn't had sex in days and she was soaked for him. She hadn't even bothered wearing underwear for she knew that she was going to attack him the second Ginny and Harry left. Not that she needed to, he had taken the initiative and attacked her first.
Draco had explained to her on their vacation that she would be able to remove her 'chastity ring' as soon as they were bonded by marriage. So she was still entirely reliant upon her large blonde lover to get her off for as long as she continued to deny his marital advances, not that she minded so much right now while his firm tongue was sliding up and down her clit.
Even though he brought up the ring as yet another tactical approach to getting her to say yes to him, she knew that the cunning Slytherin was part of the man she loved.
She also got an amazing power rush every time he asked her and she turned him down. She could certainly use that to her advantage.
Maybe she was turning a little green in the manipulation department, the 'Salazar way' was rubbing off on her just a tinge.
"Mmm, I could live off of tea marmalade and your cunt Hermione." He moaned as he licked every inch of her pussy raw before releasing her legs and admiring her soaking wet entrance.
"You think that's good?" Hermione sighed as she got up and pushed him onto his back, ripping his pants off and lowering her mouth onto his shaft. "You should try peanut butter, coffee and cock." She quipped as she began to suck his large pulsing member.
"Oh, Merlin! Fuck!" Draco shouted as she licked the long vein that followed his length from tip to base. She stroked her hand on his base and suckled on him like a big pink lollypop, slipping her tongue back and forth against his head when he started to tremble.
Before he came though, he scooped her into his arms and lowered her onto his throbbing dick, pressing her harshly back into the down comforter. She used her ankles to shove his hips into her as he used his full weight to bury himself deeper and deeper into her channel, clutching her hair with his fists as he pumped.
After the fever, Hermione's muscles were tired and sore but they didn't seem to want to stop their gyration. So she continued to tremble and pant as she felt the orgasm lifting her off into outer space.
"YES YES YES!!" She screamed to the heavens as Draco wrapped his long fingers around her throat and pressed possessively, staring at her face with a veil of obsession and fire. She knew he would kill for her, or maybe lock her in a dungeon if she ever tried to leave, and it turned her on like nothing else.
The intensity of their releases vibrated through them as they both shouted in ecstasy. Draco grasped her around the waist, holding her to him as they laid there, connected.
She caressed his back and ran a finger through his hair feeling sleepy again.
"Okay... I vote kitchen next..." Draco said, as he got up and opened his hand to her. "Come"
Of course, he was ready to go at it again, she thought to herself. She grasped for his hand and allowed him to pull her up as she shakily got to her feet again.
"Oh lovely... I've always wanted to shag you beside a microwave." She laughed.
"What's a microwave?" Draco asked curiously with furrowed eyebrows.
"Never mind..." Hermione chuckled as she jumped on his back and forced him to carry her down the spiral stairs.
As soon as they got to the main floor, the owl arrived with the post. Hermione opened the window for the little creature, grabbing the mail and the newspaper.
Suddenly she realized what was on the cover and glared down at the moving pictures angrily.
A large image of the two of them, scandalously wrapped in each other's arm atop a beach blanket by the ocean was plastered on the front page with a nasty headline.
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Hermione Granger- Pregnant with Pureblood Heir.
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