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Chapter 30 - Hermione's POV

I sat as still as possible as I thought.

A child? What if we didn't want children? What if he leaves me and when we meet again it's too late? What if I get pregnant, and he leaves me because his child is a half-blood?

I heard Draco speak, "I would never leave you if you got pregnant with my child! And I don't care about blood status! You should know that by now!"

His voice sounded pained and could feel his emotions swirling inside of me.

I whipped my head in his direction, "You heard that?" I asked in shock.

His brow furrowed as he nodded, "Yes, and quite frankly, I'm offended that you think I would leave the love of my life pregnant all because of blood status. First that's not how I was-"

"The love of your life? Is that what you said?" I asked him, mid sentence.

I watched him, my eyes wide. My heart beat quickly in my chest as I waited for him to speak. I felt frozen.

"Yes. The love of my life Hermione. Isn't it obvious? I was willing to risk mine and my mother's life to protect you from my aunt. Even if it meant you never speaking to me after that. I think… I think I've always loved you, deep down" he finally answered.

I could feel through our bond how vulnerable he felt.

I didn't know what to say. I stared at him frozen, with my mouth open.

The longer I waited to say something, the darker his emotions got.

His faced turned stony, "Forget it. Forget I said anything" he told me, turning and starting to walk away from me. I could hear his voice cracking.

His words shook me out of my frozen state, "I love you too Draco" I responded.

Now he seemed to be frozen. I focused on his emotions and tried to decipher his thoughts.

'She fucking loves me? Me? A death eater?' 'What if she's just saying it? 'Holy fuck… she loves me.' 'I love her… but death eaters don't deserve love'

"Love… you're not a death eater anymore. You deserve to be loved" I told him gently.

I felt his emotions shift again, except this time, all I could feel was love. The same burning love I felt for him.

When he turned to me, his eyes were burning.

He closed the distance between us and grabbed my face, kissing me passionately.

I could feel his desire even without our bond, and I knew he could feel mine.

We made our way to his bedroom, stopping along the way to rid each other of different clothing items. If someone were to come in, they would see a trail of clothes.

By the time we reached the bed, there was nothing between us.

We laid down as we continued to kiss.

We took our time exploring each other's bodies this time.

He pulled me even closer when I came undone and continued pump into me, slowly building me up again.

By the time his hips started stuttering, we climaxed together and held into each other.

We fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.

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I felt really bad having her think he'd leave her, but it's a valid concern. I know their bond wouldn't allow it to fully happen but image the heartbreak of finding out you were left because your child wasn't pure blood? I'd be big sad

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