With you in my Arms

55. In your best gear

Draco woke up with the feeling of a warm body pressed up against his own. He sighed happily. This was what he wanted. This wonderful witch by his side when he woke up. No nightmare had any power over him as long as she was there with him when he woke up.

Her hand lay on his thigh, her head was nestled against his shoulder blades. The warmth of her breath feathered over his naked skin. Merlin! This was beyond bliss!

A wet mouth was kissing it's way to his nape. He grinned, pretending to be still asleep. She shifted slightly. He could feel the bump clearly. The though of a human being actually growing within her made him thoughtful at times. Seeing her naked now inspired a whole load of new emotions. Before it had mainly made him want to ravish her on the spot. Now he wanted to just caress her for hours on end. Feeling her soft skin had become close to essential for him. Being held by her arms was the one thing he knew he could never do without ever again. Feeling her close was more important than anything else for him.

"Draco?" her voice whispered against the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Hmmm?" he purred in response.

"What made you come to Harry's?"

He sighed and turned over. His eyes found the deep brown of hers and it took him a while before he answered.

"I was an utter idiot. A total git. I don't know, why I said all those things to you. I should know better by now. I'm so sorry, Lea."

She stroked her thumb over his cheek. Love sparkling in her eyes.

"Just don't do it again! I can't bear fighting with you. Not this way in any case. I love you too much."

"And I love you." he kissed her.

"What was that?" he asked suddenly.

She laughed. "That's our baby."

Wide eyed he lay his hand on her belly. There is was again. He couldn't believe it. There was his son and he could feel him! A somewhat moronic grin spread over his face.

"Since when does it do that?"

Hermione laughed again. She felt so wonderfully alive. Her son was okay and the man she loved was back in her arms where he belonged.

"I first felt it in the hospital. Just a very tiny movement. He has become a lot more active since then. As if he had been asleep with us."

He kissed her. Wantonly. Images of their past intimate encounters were swirling through his mind. Three kids? There would be a lot more, if he could get her to agreed to it...

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Dear Professor McGonagall,

I know this is an unusual request, but I need to talk to you. Today, if anyhow possible. It's concerning Ginny Weasley. I need to burrow her for something very, very, very important.
Please owl me when it's convenient for you to see me.

Yours,
Draco Malfoy

The headmistress of Hogwarts School Witchcraft and Wizardry was looking at the parchment in her hand, frowning. What could be so important that young Mr. Malfoy needed to burrow Miss Weasley? She let her gaze wander over the students spread out over the Great Hall. It took only a moment before she found the girl she was looking for. She sat at the back, away from most of her house mates. Strange. Normally she was always surrounded by her friends. She leant over to Madame Sprout.

"Pomona, have you noticed anything odd about Miss Weasley lately?"

The addressed witch took a long sip of tea before answering. Professor McGonagall felt a certain hesitation on the part of the other teacher.

"She has been rather quiet. I have seen her being the life of the party in my classes before, but ever since she came back she has been rather... subdued somehow. Is something the matter with her?"

Pursed lips and a creased forehead was the immediate answer to this.

"I don't know, but I have also seen her being not her lively self recently. I know about why she came back, though that shouldn't have effected her quite as much as it seems to have done."

She paused for a moment.

"This letter," she waved the parchment in her hand, "is from Mister Malfoy."

There was a gasp coming from the other woman.

"Draco, not Lucius.

"Oh." relieve was all but dripping off this one word.

"He needs to see me about Miss Weasley."

"Why would he need to..." The two witches looked at each other. Years of being a teacher had given them a sixth sense detecting weird goings-on before they even occurred.

"What will you do, Minerva?"

"I'll owl him to come here and talk to him."