Draco gave a soft smile and nodded, "Yeah, they are fine. You are still a bit exhausted magically and malnourished, but the babies are great." Hermione let out a small sigh of relief and placed her hands on her swollen stomach. "Thank you, for saving us." Draco flushed and nodded his face tight with anxiety. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen, you have to know that." Hermione nodded and felt tears well up in her eyes. "I know you didn't, Draco. But, what do we do?" Draco watched her carefully for a moment before he sighed and went back to sitting down in the chair. "I honestly have no idea." "Are we really married?" "Yes, bonded for life, actually." "And I am carrying your daughter?" At this, she saw him go pale and swallow a few times, "Yeah, you are carrying my daughter and Viktor's son." Hermione wiped at her tears and let out a long sigh as she lay back in the bed. "Bloody hell, how are we going to explain this?" She heard a soft chuckle from Draco and turned to look at him. "Stop laughing, this is going to be the scoop of a lifetime for Skeeter." Draco sobered instantly and shook his head his face and eyes flashing with rage. "Oh no, the Beatle will not be publishing a thing about you. Kingsley is handling the situation." Hermione sat up, "How?" Draco sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair, messing it up even more. He really was rather handsome when
"Thanks, now... the rumors around Hogwarts have had me wondering about this for ages. Are you really... I mean, did you really... with Blaise I mean..." Hermione couldn't even voice the question. Draco decided to take pity on her. "Yes Mione, I'm bisexual, or at least was until my wolf came along and we decided on you. And yes, I'm sure all the rumors about Blaise and me are true, as we... experimented with each other quite often and many places in the castle." Hermione blushed even harder as she couldn't stop the images from coming to her mind. Draco and Blaise on the potions tables, in Blaise's head's bed, on the common room couch, here at the manor, in the prefect's showers, and most especially, in the Quidditch locker rooms. The image of them together after practice with each other in the showers, washing the sweat of each other, hands running over each other's stunning bodies, had her almost ready to come right there on the sofa. Unfortunately for her, Draco could smell her arousal, and planned his next question accordingly. "Alright last question Hermione. What's your favorite fantasy?" Immediately a picture of herself, Draco, and Blaise popped into her head. Her hands tied above her, both of them pumping in and out of her, her... no! Can't let him know that, ever! "I... think I'll take forfeit on that wolf boy." Draco grinned slyly, and began to walk to the door. As he gripped the handle he turned slightly and said to her, "You really should have just told me Hermione. Your forfeit is that by the end of one week, you must live out that fantasy... fully." Hermione gasped in horror as the spell they had done surrounded her. She knew she wasn't strong enough to fight off the spell so like the imperius curse, especially not one that Draco had cast. Staring at Draco, pleading with her eyes that he wouldn't make her do this, she saw that he wasn't going to let her out of this. As he strode from the room, she followed. She needed food to think up a way out of this, and she wouldn't be able to find her way from here without him.
Hermione felt herself being dragged from the realms of sleep that she had seemed to have found only moments before. Opening her eyes, she saw Tiny hovering over her. "Is Missy okay? Tiny has been trying to wake Missy for long time," The tiny elf asked with concern. "Tiny, do you think you could tell Master Draco that I'm not feeling well. I would really like to get some more sleep." "Of course Miss My-knee, right away." The elf scurried from the room, and Hermione collapsed back against the pillows, asleep again almost instantly. The next time Hermione awoke, it was to a different set of eyes hovering over her. The grey eyes that could only belong to Draco were filled with concern. When he noticed she was awake he asked, "Bella, are you okay? Tiny told me you were feeling ill. You were fine last night, what happened?" Hermione could hear the sincerity of his concern in his voice, but couldn't believe he didn't know what was wrong with her. "Just a little tired is all; I didn't sleep well last night after our little game of Truth." Draco had the decency to look sheepish. "Hermione," he whispered. "Is your forfeit really that bad? So bad that you're losing sleep over it? I mean, is the idea of sleeping with me so repulsive that..." He was cut off as Hermione started to chuckle. "You really think that if it was just a matter of sleeping with you as a forfeit that I would lose sleep over it. I'd much rather sleep with you than some of the other things I had to do back in Gryffidor tower." "Then what is it Mione?" "Draco, my fantasy doesn't just involve you... and I'm not ruining a friendship with the other guy for it. But if I have to pay the forfeit that's what will happen, not to mention how embarrassing it would be..." Hermione drifted off and muttered something under her breath. Draco asked, "What was that last bit?" Blushing Hermione whispered, "Not to mention the fact that I don't want my first time to be because of a stupid game." Draco broke into a huge grin. His wolf growled one word into his head before settling back done, MINE!. Draco stopped short after a minute though... did she say a friendship? Did that mean she wanted not only him but Potter or Weasley too? Scowling now, he asked, "Which friend?" Hermione looked surprised at his abrupt change in mood. Then she realized why and giggled. "Oh god, not Harry or Ron, after some of the games of Truth I've played with them... Eww!" Draco calmed down infinitesimally, "Then who?" This time it took Hermione longer to answer. When she did it was so quiet he almost missed it. "Blaise." When his wolf growled at the name Draco had to suppress a smirk. Well at least she has good taste. "So, the reason you didn't get any sleep is because you don't want to sleep with Blaise and myself?" Hermione shook her head no. "Then because you don't want to screw up your friendship with him?" This time it was a miniscule nod. "And because you want your first time to be special, and not
