An Indefinite Amount of Forever (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

The Worst

Hermione awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of her stomach demanding sustenance. It seemed to speak its desires very clearly.

"Ginger Newwwwts. Ginger Newwwwts."

Fucking Ginger Newts.

It's no wonder she was ravenous. The hot-blooded snake currently wrapped around her body had kept her up all night. Her skin was still raw from the attentions of his skillful tongue and teeth as they sucked patches of blood to the surface. He had held her wrists above her head as he licked and nipped his way down every inch of her body. She thought she was going to die when his tongue dipped into her bellybutton just as he plunged two fingers from his free hand into her dripping heat.

The torrents of filth that came out of her mouth surprised her. She had begged him to fuck her in the dirtiest, most depraved ways imaginable; words that she never even realized she knew. He had been panting for her by the time he finally complied with her lusty demands.

The bed held up surprisingly well.

She slipped out of Draco's possessive grip and threw on a silly little robe he had bought her. On her way to the kitchens to procure the objects of her confection desires, she froze at the sound of a scoff cloaked in a glower coming from a nearby portrait.

She turned to find the perpetrator. "Lucius Malfoy."

"Miss Granger," he said in a pinched voice. "It's terribly early for you to be awake, don't you agree?"

She chuckled darkly. "It really burns you up to see me have free reign of this house, doesn't it?"

Lucius Malfoy's arrogant features drew up into a sneer. "My son might prefer to think with more single-minded parts of his anatomy, but you are smarter than that."

"...Thank you?"

"I mean to say that you cannot think you will ever truly be Lady of this great house."

Hermione hated the way those words affected her. Lucius Malfoy's racist yawns should never be able to tear her down. "Draco loves me."

Forever.

"Draco is spoiled. It is my greatest regret as a father that I failed to teach him his privilege did not come without responsibilities."

"That's your biggest regret as a father?"

"You're not a parent, Miss Granger. You can never understand how difficult it is to watch your only child make the biggest mistake of his life."

Don't let him get to you. This is just a shadow of the bitter little man Lucius Malfoy was in life.

As good as it would have felt to throw it in Lucius Malfoy's face that she was carrying Draco's half-blood child, she had no desire to stand in the corridor arguing with him until dawn. "You have no idea what it means to love."

Lucius smirked evilly. "No? I seem to recall my son dearly loved his first wife. She was a true Lady Malfoy. You will never fill her shoes."

She should have been angry. She should have clawed the portrait Lucius Malfoy had temporarily usurped for the sole purpose of torturing her till it was nothing but shreds. This would be her home. Draco would be her husband. How dare Lucius Malfoy try to make her doubt it?

Instead, she wanted to cry. Lucius Malfoy's portrait made her want to cry. That fact alone made her angrier at herself than she ever could have been at her dead future father-in-law.

She went to bed without her Ginger Newts.

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Draco awoke happy. Hermione curled up as closely as possible to him in the night, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He stroked the silky skin of her back up and down the length of her spine and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He couldn't help but smirk at seeing the evidence of their coupling the night before across her neck, collarbone, even abdomen. He was especially drawn to her stomach these days.