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"What about Rose and Scorpius?" Minerva persisted. Draco could hear Harry and Ginny chuckling at the exchange. |
"They have to help too," Hermione answered. |
She shrugged then, maybe in relief that she wouldn't be the only one on babysitting duty, "I think I'm okay with it," then she turned to Draco, "What am I supposed to call you now?" she asked. |
"Whatever you're comfortable with, angel," Draco answered, "I know it's soon, but will you tell us how you feel?" |
Minerva looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "I feel a little better now that I'm not his daughter anymore. I know you all wanted me to stay a Weasley, but I just couldn't be his daughter anymore." |
"We understand," Ginny said, "Does this change how you feel about your sister or us?" |
"Why would it change that?" Minerva asked. |
"We all look like Weasleys," Ginny said, gesturing to herself and George, "Rose is still his daughter." |
"Rose is my sister," Minerva said stubbornly, challenging Ginny to contradict her. |
"Ginny," Hermione said sharply, sensing Minerva starting to get upset, glaring over at her friend to shut up. |
"Peanut, come give us a hug before you run off to adorn yourself in Malfoy glitter," George said, from his seat beside Draco's mother, cutting through the tension in the room. |
Minerva ran over and hugged her uncle. Draco caught the whispered, "Remember what I told you," from George. She nodded her head and then went to hug Ginny and Harry. His mother took her hand and led her out of the room. |
Once the door closed behind them, George addressed Hermione, "Hermione, that was some spell you did. I bet with a bigger group; all those bonds would be quite complex." |
"Yes," she answered, "it can also be quite revealing since I certainly had no idea I was pregnant." |
"What were the gold threads?" Harry asked. |
"Soulmates, I think," Hermione answered. |
Ginny looked excited by the answer, "So you and Draco are..." she trailed away. |
"That's why I have this bracelet. One of Draco's ancestors was oddly romantic," Hermione said, lifting up her arm to show them the cuff, "It also means that you and Harry are soulmates, though that's no surprise." |
"Angelina's not my soulmate then," George said in a quiet, morose tone. |
Draco hadn't really paid attention to the bonds of the Weasley brothers. He realized then how dangerous revealing your bonds could be. It could reveal things about yourself and those around you that were better kept private. |
"That doesn't mean you don't love her, George," Hermione said, craning her neck around to look at him, "I believe there are many different types of soulmates, not just the romantic ones like Draco and I, or Harry and Ginny." |
"Fred," George said, looking down at his hands. |
"I'm sorry, George," Hermione said sympathetically. |
"What about the blue then?" Harry asked as Ginny surreptitiously wiped away a tear. |
"Blue looked like a line between family members," Draco said. |
Harry looked over at Draco and leveled a stern look at him, "She's your daughter now. You better take good care of her." |
Draco met Harry's gaze, "She was my daughter before all of this. They're both my daughters. A spell didn't change that for me." |
Hermione took his hand and kissed it, "She's Minerva Granger-Malfoy now." |
A/N: The words of the spell Hermione used were Latin for "Our souls are bound to one another through love and family." |
In case you were wondering Bill and George had red threads along with their blue ones, connecting them to their wives. |
Thanks for reading and reviewing. |
Finding Hermione |
By: eBookDragon |
Tiaras and Babies |
January 7th to January 10th |
Their lives started to return to normal. Draco and Hermione were both relieved when they woke up the morning after Minerva's adoption to the knowledge that Minerva hadn't woken them up screaming. They decided to keep her home from school a few more days just to make sure. Other than startling easier than she used to, Minerva was adjusting to the changes in her life. |
Minerva and Rose came home from the manor that first evening in high spirits. Just as he predicted, Rose was wearing a small, diamond tiara that had belonged to some pompous Malfoy wife that fancied herself royalty. |
Minerva came home from her visit to the manor with a new necklace, a platinum chain with a pendant bearing the Malfoy crest. His mother informed them that the necklace had belonged to a long-ago Malfoy daughter, along with a whole cache of jewelry. That Malfoy daughter had been treated like royalty because of her rarity, no doubt spoiled rotten as well. |
The casket of jewelry was placed in Minerva's room. On her third night as a Malfoy, Draco found her in her pajamas preening in front of her full-length mirror with a rather large and gaudy emerald and diamond tiara perched on her head. The Hair Replenishing potion was working wonders on her shorn head. She already was sporting a chic pixie cut. The hairstyle coupled with her now, white-blonde hair and ice gray eyes made her look a bit like a fairy. |
Rose was fascinated by her sister's new look. She liked playing with Minerva's hair and took extra time to look at her eyes. Thankfully she hadn't insisted that they turn her hair blonde. Rose was adorable with her curly red hair and blue eyes and Draco knew that Hermione would miss seeing her daughters the way they'd been born. So Rose hadn't asked to change her looks and they didn't have to have an argument with a six-year-old about her hair color. |
"Are you ready to go back to school, oh daughter of mine?" Draco asked playfully, taking the large tiara off and replacing it with a smaller one. "There, much better," he teased, placing his hands on her shoulders and meeting her gaze in the mirror. |
"Yeah. I'm ready to go back. I'm not completely over it, but I think I will be," Minerva answered |
"Do you think the adoption is helping you?" he asked. |
He'd asked the question many times over the last few days, wanting to know that Minerva didn't regret him adopting her. Now that she'd gotten her way and wasn't a Weasley anymore, she'd opened up more to them. About her frustration at not being taken seriously. Her guilt that she felt she had to attack her father. And guilt that she might have driven him to try to attack Hermione and Draco. Her anxiety that Draco would die and Scorpius would lose his father. |
She nodded, "I can't explain it. I just feel better." |
"That's good. I want you to go to the headmistress or Professor Carrow if you start having a hard time. Don't hold it in," he said sincerely. |
Hermione walked into the room, coming to tuck Minerva in. "Really Draco? A tiara to bed is a bit much don't you think?" Hermione teased. |
Draco winked at Minerva in the mirror before he turned to face Hermione. "I don't know. I think we should send her back to school in the tiara. This way everyone will know she's the Malfoy princess." |
Minerva giggled. Hermione rolled her eyes, took the tiara off her daughter's head, and put it away. "We aren't introducing our daughter to the Wizarding World as the new Malfoy princess." She slid the rings off her daughter's fingers and put them away, then took off several bracelets, chiding gently, "Honestly darling, less is more." |
Draco chuckled at Hermione's tone. Minerva had been wearing hundreds of thousands of galleons worth of jewelry when he'd come into her room. Rings had adorned each finger. Bracelets were stacked one on top of the next on each arm. A large emerald and diamond necklace matching the large tiara was around her neck over her Malfoy necklace. |
Draco felt a rush of joy at being able to claim Minerva as his child. "We were just talking about going back to school," Draco said, pulling the covers back for Minerva to climb in bed. |
"Are you ready to go back?" Hermione asked Minerva, brushing her short hair down, "You've missed a week, and I don't want you to fall behind on your studies, but I don't want to send you back if you're not ready." |
It had hurt Hermione when Minerva admitted her frustration and anger at her mother for not listening to her when she said she didn't want to go to Weasley's house. After Minerva had gone to bed after that revelation, Hermione had spent a long time staring at the fire in the grate before finally saying she had to stop treating Minerva like she was still a little girl. |
Minerva climbed into bed, and Draco tucked the blankets around her. "I'm ready. I feel better every day." |
Hermione looked speculatively at her daughter, "You're sure?" Minerva nodded, and Hermione bent down to kiss her brow, "I'm so proud of you. I know what you had to do was hard and I never wanted you to have to do anything like that. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before. Do you still feel guilty about it?" |
"No," Minerva answered with a yawn. |
"Good. There's nothing for you to feel guilty about," Hermione said. |
"Angel," Draco said, "I meant what I said. Don't bottle it up. Professors McGonagall and Carrow have both said that they would be there to listen if you needed to talk." |
They both kissed Minerva goodnight. Draco stuck his head in to check on her before he retired for the night and found her curled up with a smile on her face. |
"It's working," Draco said smugly. He lay back on the pillows with his fingers laced behind his head. |
Hermione straddled his waist and rubbed her core up against him. "You needn't look so arrogant about it." |
Draco groaned at the feel of her rubbing against him. They hadn't been able to make love since he came home from the hospital and he missed her. "Thank you," he said with a sigh. |
"For what?" she asked, nibbling at his jaw. |
"Letting me adopt her. Not throwing a fit because Mother gave her a casket of jewelry," he answered, running his hands through her curls. |
She purred as he dug in and started massaging her scalp. "I've learned to pick my battles when it comes to Malfoy extravagance. Though, they're not going to school with the tiaras." |
"Fine. We'll limit the tiaras to special occasions, like shopping trips and Quidditch games," Draco said in mock resignation. |
There was honestly nothing he thought young girls needed tiaras for but he wasn't going to stop them from playing dress-up with them, and it was fun to watch Hermione get exasperated with the things. The things were only sitting around not doing anything. No one was probably ever going to wear them. His mother wasn't that ostentatious, nor were they considered fashionable. |
Hermione smacked him playfully as she continued to kiss her way down his neck. The soft slide of her lips against his skin coupled with the sharp nips of her teeth had him shivering in anticipation. He wanted nothing more than to slide into her and feel the soft, wet velvet of her pussy clenching around him as he drove his cock into her and filled her with his seed until it was dripping down her thighs. |
He froze then at the thought of his seed filling her. His seed had already done its job. She was pregnant. With his children. Twins. "Uhh...Hermione, should we be...uhhh...?" |
"Yes," she answered simply, trying to get him to take his shirt off. When he resisted, she sat up, rocking her pelvis against his hard cock, and glared at him. He groaned again and grasped her hips to keep her from moving. "Do you want to stop what we're doing?" she asked, grinding down on him this time. |
"God, no," he growled, "I...just don't...want to...hurt the babies," he panted, giving in and letting her roll her hips against him. |
"As magnificent as you are, there's no way that you can hurt the babies," she said with a breathy sigh as she continued to rub herself against him. "And sex can be quite beneficial to an expectant mother. Sex and orgasms release oxytocin. Oxytocin makes you happy and happy mummy means everyone else is happy." |
Draco surged his pelvis up to rub against her, earning him a gasp in surprise. "I love it when you get all swotty." |
"Take off your boxers, and I'll keep elucidating the benefits of sex during pregnancy," she whispered in his ear before she bit the lobe. |
He grabbed a wand from the bedside table and vanished both their clothes, earning him a growl of approval from Hermione. He flipped her over onto her back and kissed her deeply, running his tongue across her lips, and then plunging into her mouth to massage and dance with hers. He broke away from her lips reluctantly and kissed her neck, right behind her ear. She shivered in delight under him and gasped when he sucked the flesh into his mouth running his tongue over her sensitive skin. |
"I thought you were going to give me a sex lesson, lioness?" he asked quietly, not stopping his ministrations on her neck. |
"You...expect...me...to think...while you're doing that," she panted. |
He reached down and started playing with her nipples, lightly pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and arched into his hand. "Maybe I should just stop while you tell me." |
"Don't you dare!" she shouted. |
He moved his head down and flicked a rosy nipple with his tongue. Her hands fisted painfully in his hair. "Then tell me, lioness," he said, then circled his tongue around the hard peak, "Why," he flicked her with the point of his tongue, "we should be having sex," he blew across the wet peak and watched it pucker even more, "while your beautiful," he moved his attention over to her other breast and ran his tongue around her areola, "delectable body," he sucked the tightened bud into his mouth, "ripens with my children," he ran his teeth across the hardened nipple and chuckled as her moans reverberated off the walls. |
She shot him a look that promised retribution. She pushed on his head, and he started making his way down to her sweet center, stopping to feather kisses along her abdomen just under her navel. |
He jumped a little when she started to speak, "Everything is more sensitive during pregnancy," she sighed. "Increased blood flow and estrogen make my breasts," here she cupped her glorious tits in her hands and started pinching her nipples, "pussy, and clitoris much more sensitive." |
She pushed on his head again, and he obliged her by running the flat of his tongue across her lower lips. They fluttered open like the petals of a flower, already dewy with her desire. "Because everything is so much more sensitive," she groaned as he plunged his tongue into her pussy and started fucking her with his tongue. "Oh God yes!" she cried, writhing against his face, "it is much easier to achieve orgasms," he rubbed his nose along the bud of her clit as he fucked her pussy with his tongue, "and they last longer and are more powerful." |
"God, yes! I'm so close, Draco," she cried out. He replaced his tongue with a finger so that he could plunge in further and caress her g-spot. He looked up at her spread out on the bed above him as he sucked on her clit. Her hair was fanned out in wild disarray around her. Her body flushed, a rosy glow spreading across her skin, as she continued to play with her breasts. The sight of her pinching and pulling on her nipples was making him unbearably hard. |
"Frequent sex helps boost self-confidence," she continued. |
"How so?" he asked as he plunged a second finger into her warmth. |
She rocked her hips down meeting the thrusts of his fingers. "It shows you're still attracted to me." |
"I'll always find you desirable," he reassured her, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. |
"Say that," she gasped, "when I look more like a beached whale." |
He sucked hard on her clit and quickened his thrusts into her pussy. He could feel her walls constricting around his fingers as she approached her orgasm. He drove her relentlessly onward until she clamped her thighs around his head, threatening to suffocate him, as she cried out her release. |
He wiped her juices off his face as he stood, gripped his cock, lined it up with her entrance, and plunged in. They both groaned at the feel of him in her. |
"You're so beautiful," he murmured into her hair, "You'll always be beautiful, even when your belly is so round you can't see your feet, you'll still be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." |
The walls of her pussy clenched around him at his words. "Oh God, Draco! I need you to move!" she screamed. |
"Tell me more," he said, as he thrust slowly into her. |
"It helps...oh yes, like that...strengthen the muscles and makes labor easier," she gasped out, rocking her hips up to meet his downward thrusts. "Harder, Draco!" |
He was so close. His balls were drawing up tight as her warm heat constricted around him. "I'm so close, lioness. You've almost got me convinced. What other sexy, swotty stuff do you have to convince me?" |
He didn't need any more convincing. He just liked hearing her talk. If what she said was true, he would be making love to her as often as he could. |
"I'm so close, Draco. Your cum..." she panted, "I need it in me." |
"Why?" he ground out, as he continued thrusting hard into her. Having her begging for him to cum in her was sexy as hell. |
"Prevents...complications," she moaned. She was clamping down on him like a vise now. The claws had come out, and his lioness dug her nails into his back as she arched into him. The hardened tips of her nipples rubbed up against his chest, and she cried out her release. |
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