Ankles. For the rest of his life, he would be forced to either carry out the evil deeds of his Master rutting in between Granger's toned thighs. Toned? He thought to himself sickeningly. When had he noticed her enough to imagine her creamy thighs spread beneath him? He groaned as he grew hard. The thought of her naked and waiting for him drove him wild. He hated himself. He loathed her. Didn't he? Of course, he did! So why was he getting stiff imagining her wet... No! Any man would get hard imagining a woman naked in his bed. Draco was still seventeen and his hormones were out of control. It didn't help that he had the added confirmation that she was his. Possessiveness warred with his racism. For a few years now, he had begun to question the validity of blood purity. Hermione broke every stereotype drilled into him. She was intelligent, powerful, beautiful. Wait... beautiful? When had he started thinking of her as beautiful?
"I couldn't watch you marry him," He said quietly, so quietly she may not have heard him at all. "It would have killed me." *HGHG** Voldemort stood next to the head of the table, a dangerous look in his eye as he stared at Draco who dared not back down. "Say that again," Voldemort threatened. "I said, My Lord, that I have her in the suite and that is where she will stay. I will not have my wife among men who would harm her for her blood, for daring to marry me, for carrying my children. I won't allow my children's mother to be so degraded in her own home. If you want her to carry healthy heirs, she must be relatively stress-free." "I did not ask what you wanted. I want her to bow to me as her master, as the wife of my dearest follower. She is not pregnant yet. Do not try my patience. You will find my affection for your dearly departed aunt will only give you so much leeway." Strengthening his shields and relaxing his shoulders, Draco put a look of contempt on his face. "She very well could be pregnant." He lied. Expertly he curled his upper lip with a mix of
She was pregnant. Now he was just as doting as Draco, if not more so. Who could argue with a magical mating? They would undoubtedly have powerful children and just like Draco predicted, that is exactly what Lucius focused on. The floo turned green and Draco watched Potter step into the manor. "Hello Potter," "Malfoy, Lucius," He nodded at the two Malfoy men and went up to Hermione, plucking her book off her belly. "You are going to squish my godson." "Stop jinxing it Potter, that's my daughter in there." "I thought Malfoy's always have male heirs first," Harry teased. "They do," Lucius said, amused. Hermione rolled her eyes. "What do you want Harry? I'm bloated, have heartburn, my sciatic nerve feels like it's attached to a live wire, and I am due any day. I don't want to move my feet from Draco's lap. He gives the most amazing foot massages." "Kingsley was inaugurated as the Minister of Magic this afternoon." "That is not news. You told me he was taking office last week." "Yes, well his first order was to award Draco with an Order of Merlin first class since the last minister made it clear that he and his father were extremely lucky not to be tossed in Azkaban." Hermione smiled fondly at Draco. "Narcissa was also awarded one posthumously," Harry added, watching Draco as he stopped rubbing her feet and closed off his face. The only indication that he was experiencing deep feelings. Hermione sat up with great difficulty and held her hand out for Harry to take so that she could stand. "That's brilliant. Isn't it Draco?" All at once a gush fell to the floor from between her legs. She looked down calmly. "My water just broke." Draco jumped up in a flurry and bounced between rooms, gathering everything that she could possibly need and more. Hermione rolled her eyes and trudged from the room, Emmy at her feet cleaning up the birth water as she went. "Where do you think you are going?" Draco's shrill yell pierced through the whole house. "To brush my teeth, then we can go." "Your water broke." "I am aware," "We have to go right now!" "The baby will wait until after I brush my teeth." With a grumble, Draco ran to her and swept her into his arms, apparating them to their rooms. "You are impossible, Woman!" "And you love me anyway!" "Merlin, help me but it's true." Hermione brushed her teeth and slid her arm around her grumpy husband's neck. "I am ready." The hospital quickly filled with friends and family of the couple, pureblooded and Muggleborns, light side, and dark. It wasn't long before Draco was back, eyes wide and frightened, a little pink bundle in one arm and a little blue bundle in the other. "Scorpius and Regina Malfoy" Draco presented his children proudly. He was swamped as the gathering crowded in close, cooing over the newest members of the family. He couldn't have been happier.
