Fic: A Changing Relationship
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hpkinkfestTitle: A Changing Relationship
Author: Gryffindor_Slytherin /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Prompt Number: 302 submitted by anon
Kink Showcased: Infidelity while pregnant
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione, Ron/Hermione
Summary: Ron and Hermione are expecting a child. While this should be a happy occasion, Hermione’s hormones go into overdrive and Ron refuses to touch her. An appointment to see Healer Malfoy, one of the foremost healers in the wizarding world, is made for her and things go downhill from there.
Warnings: Infidelity, brief language, and explicit sexual situations
Word Count: 3,503
Author’s Notes: I hope you like it, anon! I wrote it with the healer aspect, but I woke up this morning not liking it. Of course, it was a bit too late to rewrite everything. But I’m sure it’s okay, if a bit outrageous sometimes.
In truth, Hermione was embarrassed to even be here; but Ron had insisted that she come because there was something wrong with her. She resisted for a few weeks, but at four-and-a-half months pregnant, Ron was worried. While she understood his worries, she resented Ron for telling his mother about it. Molly had been horrified and personally made this appointment for her. To make sure she went, she was waiting outside in the waiting room.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with her.
Really!
What’s wrong with wanting to have sex with her own husband?
Hermione sighed. Well, what was wrong was apparently sex and pregnancy did not mix. It’s abnormal.
And that’s why she was in Draco Malfoy’s office now, waiting for him to finish up with another patient in order to see her. Healer Malfoy had become one of the foremost healers in the wizarding world specialising in pregnancy and births.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realise Healer Malfoy had entered the room until he spoke. “Miss Granger? Or is it Mrs. Weasley now?”
“Healer Malfoy,” she greeted, getting up halfway to shake his hand. “You know full well that it’s Mrs. Weasley.”
“Hmm…please sit down,” Draco said. “So, what can I do for you today?”
Hermione mumbled uncomfortably, embarrassed. “Ron and Molly seem to be under the impression that there’s something wrong with me, but my mother tells me that it’s perfectly normal.”
“And what is normal?” he asked.
“Having sex with my husband!” she said, exasperated.
“Well, it would be normal, but not while your pregnant,” Draco said, looking at her seriously before glancing down at her file.
He scribbled on his pad, prescribing a suppressor for her “problem.”
“Here, drink this twice daily and come back to see me if there’s a change.”
He handed her the prescription note; as Hermione glanced down at it, she left the room irritated. The entire appointment was a waste of time, but at least, Molly shouldn’t badger her about it anymore.
* * *
Hermione scowled as she drank the prescribed potion. A week had passed and instead of her hormones going away, she felt even hornier. It got to a point where Ron would sleep on the couch as opposed to waking up surprised by her wandering hands.
She was so frustrated! Ron’s continual rejection of her was starting to take a toll on her. While she never gave much thought to her appearance, she began to feel unattractive and hideous.
The bathroom mirror loomed over Hermione. She stared at herself in the mirror and wondered what was wrong with her. With her pregnancy, her breasts were heavier—but she thought men liked them bigger? Ron didn’t seem to notice them at all. And while her body had developed to be more voluptuous, she felt like a cow with all the odd things she was craving for. Doesn’t a cheeseburger with honey and chocolate sound delicious?
Apparently not because Ron gave her a look that plainly said she had lost it.
Nevertheless it was delicious.
* * *
“Mrs. Weasley,” Healer Malfoy said, sounding surprised. “I wasn’t expecting to see you back so soon.”
Hermione didn’t answer. She appeared in a slinky, silver hugging summer dress with a low-cut v-neck. Molly didn’t know she was here today; otherwise, Molly would have insisted she come along with Hermione for moral support. She had carefully selected what to wear for this appointment; if her husband found her unappealing, then she was sure Healer Malfoy won’t. At least, she hoped he won’t since she was all ready feeling unattractive.
“The potion didn’t work,” Hermione said.
Draco looked up, staring at her breasts before quickly averting his eyes to her face. “It didn’t?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?” Draco pressed again.
Hermione glared at him. “No! What part of no don’t you get?”
Draco sighed. “I was just making sure. This potion is supposed to be fail-proof to suppress the extra hormones women get while pregnant.”
“Well, it failed me,” Hermione complained. “And like I said last time, this is supposed to be perfectly normal!”
“It may be considered normal in the Muggle world,” Draco said, “but even in the Muggle world, women abstain from sexual intercourse if the pregnancy is considered preterm labour, there’s bleeding, or either you or your husband has Sexually Transmitted Infections. You have to realise since you’re a witch, it’s completely unsafe for a wizard to touch a pregnant woman. Unless…” he said, trailing off in thought.
“Unless?”
Draco got up from his desk and moved towards his bookcase, looking for a book. “Well, there was this one case in the late 1800s, if I can remember correctly, where the potion failed a Mrs. Green.”
“Really? And did she finally get relief from her husband afterwards?” Hermione asked, dryly.
“No,” Malfoy said shortly. “Aha! Here’s the book.”
After flipping through the book, he looked up with a blank face. “I’m afraid the healer got the honour. It has to be a fully trained healer though.”
Hermione didn’t say anything for a while. She didn’t want to cheat on her husband, but she was so randy! If she didn’t get relief soon, she wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on anything. Her hormones were driving her to lose her mind! And certainly Healer Malfoy wasn’t so unappealing.
Healer Malfoy, in her imagination, began to take on the shape as a lead character in a romance novel adventure before she snapped out of it and abruptly got up. She flushed—just thinking about sex made her knickers damp.
Draco must have thought she was offended with the thought, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. “I can assign another healer to you, if you’d like.”
“No,” Hermione said, taking in a deep breath. “No. Is it okay if I sit on it for a bit?”
“Of course, take all the time you need.”
* * *
The lift bell dinged, signalling Hermione to her arrival on the ground floor. As she exited the lift, she turned around to go back into the lift and nearly crashed into another woman.
“Oh, sorry!” Hermione said.
The woman gave her an angry look before staring directly at the lift doors, waiting for them to close. They both got off on the same floor and turned around the same corner. The woman glanced at her before continuing on her way. It wasn’t until they arrived at Healer Malfoy’s door that Hermione reached for the door first, and jostled the woman out of the way.
“Hey!” the woman shouted, outraged.
“Sorry, I have a slight emergency!” Hermione replied.
Hermione ignored the receptionist and his protests, and went straight towards the office she was in previously.
“You can tell Healer Malfoy I changed my mind!” she yelled over her shoulder before jogging away.
Naturally, the receptionist had no idea what she was talking about.
Hermione was in luck for Healer Malfoy was still inside that office when she burst through the door.
“I changed my mind,” she said gasped, out of breath.
“You changed your mind?” Healer Malfoy repeated.
“Let’s do it now,” Hermione said.
“Now?” he asked in a strangled voice.
Hermione was determined. “Yes, now! And stop repeating after me!”
“Didn’t you want to sit on it?”
“Are you kidding?” she asked, grabbing onto his robes. She pulled him towards her and kissed him. “I need relief now!”
“I’m not sure now is a good time,” Draco said, back-pedalling. “My next appointment is now.”
“Yes, yes, I know; I saw her! I’m sure you can delay it. Unless you’re not up for it?” she asked, challenging him.
Draco narrowed his eyes. “If you can lie back on the chair and remove your knickers, we can begin.”
The chair slanted backwards and she felt her legs being put up in stirrups. She lay there, staring at the ceiling as she heard his voice over the wizarding intercom speaking to his receptionist to delay his next appointment for a bit.
The anticipation of sex aroused her to a point where she thought she would explode. After months of nothing but her hand, she was going to get some release! She hoped he could get it up and wouldn’t object to it like Ron did. She was sure that Healer Malfoy wasn’t called upon to interact with his patients this way very often. At least she hoped not because the woman, his next appointment, was very pretty.
It was quite sudden, and her thoughts were interrupted when she felt the head of his cock touch her, circling around her glistening lips before entering her.
“Oh,” she gasped.
She sighed with relief. It felt really satisfying. Now if only he would move!
“How’s that for being up for it?” he asked.
“It’s great!” she said, clenching him internally. “Now move!”
He rocked into Hermione, grabbing onto her hips and quickly setting a nice rhythm. In and out. In and out. If only her legs weren’t being held in the stirrups, she thought, then she might be able to change the angle. She usually didn’t feel this wanton or sexy with Ron, but sex with Draco was different and exciting—even if she never thought to use the stirrups in this way.
Hermione tried to reach for his hair, his face, but she could only touch his hands and arms. She gripped them when Draco suddenly leaned forward, changing the tempo of his strokes.
“Ouch!” she cried.
“Are you all right?” he panted, going at a slower pace.
“It was okay, but my back’s getting really uncomfortable,” she said, wincing. “And I think you bumped into my cervix.”
“Well,” Draco said, thrusting more shallowly. “I’ve never done it to a pregnant witch before.”
“I’m so lucky to be your first,” Hermione said sarcastically.
“You are,” Draco said.
“So cocky,” she said, winded.
She gasped as he hit her sweet spot, shuddering with spasms.
He didn’t stop but took her to higher heights, thrusting into her almost erratically now. Half a dozen strokes later, he came.
* * *
Following that appointment, Hermione’s self-confidence returned. In fact, her weekly appointments soon became thrice-a-week appointments. Of course, no one knew of her appointments and she didn’t deem it necessary to mention it to anyone. She lay on the patient’s chair on her side—her dress was removed, but her brassiere and knickers remained—as she provocatively waited for Draco to arrive. If anyone didn’t know better, they would’ve assumed she was his girlfriend.
Hermione, who was turned away from the door with her eyes shut, heard his footsteps come closer to her. “My breasts feel funny—more than usual.”
“Do they really?”
“Uh huh,” Hermione said.
“Well, I’m not sure there’s an exact cure for it,” Draco said, “but I’m sure this will do the trick.”
He began to massage her breasts, making her moan in delight. His wandering hands were soothing, and as he went lower and dipped his fingers into her, she gasped.
“Do that again!” she whispered.
“Like this?” he said, inserting another finger with one hand and continued to massage her breast with his other hand, tweaking at her nipple.
“Mmm, yes, yes, just like that,” Hermione sighed. “Ooh, just like that.”
She felt him smile without opening her eyes.
“You know what would make it even better?” she asked, reaching for the hand that was massaging her breast. “Your lips—here.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Draco’s lips were simply divine and his lips on her breasts along with his fingers brought her to orgasm.
Hermione turned around and sighed, pulling on her dress over her head. “Thank you. I guess I’ll see you Wednesday?”
“Yes,” Draco said, kissing her on the lips briefly.
Hermione, who wasn’t expecting a kiss, stared at him for a bit before saying, “Goodbye.”
* * *
A month had passed and Hermione felt more like herself. A lot of people had started to comment on the certain glow she exuded, which was more than usual, and even Ron had noticed. She came home one day from work to a surprise from Ron in the form of a candle-lit dinner.
“What brought this on?” Hermione asked.
“Nothing,” Ron said. “I just thought you’d like a night off. Plus, you’re carrying my child. I have a lot to be grateful for.”
“Thanks,” Hermione said, as Ron seated her.
Hermione, actually, felt really guilty. While she frequently saw Draco, she couldn’t help but feel terrible for Ron. It wasn’t Ron’s fault that the wizarding world was a bit backwards. When Ron reached for her hand, she felt awkward and uncomfortable.
During the entire meal, Hermione didn’t feel like herself anymore. She felt like an imitation of herself where the actual Hermione was floating above them listening in. For Ron’s sake, she tried to smile and be cheerful, but she didn’t know how successful she was. She probably succeeded since Ron seemed satisfied.
* * *
The next day, Hermione sat in Draco’s office depressed. She felt like a failure as a wife to Ron, but her body simply couldn’t get enough of Draco. The office was almost like a love nest; her initial feelings that it was stifling and uncomfortable were gone. She couldn’t help but get excited every time she arrived here.
As soon as she saw Draco come through the door, she waddled over to him and pushed him down onto his chair. She hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pulled at his trousers.
“What brought this on?” Draco asked.
“Nothing,” Hermione said before tiptoeing to kiss him. “Just nothing.”
Draco reached underneath her dress to pull off her knickers when he realised she wore none.
“Nothing?” Draco said. “Well, I do like nothing, especially you foregoing your knickers.”
“I come here so often that there’s no point in wearing them.”
Draco grinned. “I do like the sound of that.”
Hermione stroked his cock, kneading and rolling it between her palms. “You certainly do, especially if this is waving hello at me.”
“It’s doing more than waving hello,” Draco said, groaning. “It’s saying, ‘Fuck me!’”
When she heard that she stopped kneading and turned around.
“You’re not stopping are you?”
She lifted her dress, turning her head around to kiss him, and said, “Of course not.” Then, she carefully sat on top of him, and slowly descended onto his waiting cock.
Using the desk to gain momentum, she bounced up and down, while Draco’s hands reached inside her dress to fondle her breasts before wandering down to her pregnant belly, then her thighs, and finally her clit. His lips nibbled along her neck before sucking insistently at the spot behind her ears.
She gasped but continued to grind down on him. “You do have the most gorgeous cock.”
“Then use it to fuck me faster, darling,” he panted.
“I will,” she moaned. “I am.”
His fingers were as gorgeous as his cock and she couldn’t help but pay homage to it. She reached out and stroked and massaged his testicles, holding and encircling it.
“Do that again!”
“Like this?” she asked.
“Mmm…I’m coming,” he groaned.
“Not yet,” she panted. “You’re not coming yet.”
Her hands were still holding onto his testicles, and she pulled them down firmly to forestall the end. She didn’t want it to be over yet—certainly not when she wasn’t there yet.
“You’re evil!” he said.
“I know,” she said, grinning.
She heard him gasp as she continued moving up, then down, then felt the need to squeeze and push and pull with her muscles onto his cock. His questing fingers massaging her clit finally got to her and she collapsed, her back resting on his clothed chest. He thrust twice before he joined her.
Hermione usually didn’t feel dirty after her appointments, but today she did.
* * *
Another month had passed and Hermione’s belly swelled. Draco reached over to touch Hermione’s visibly pregnant belly, feeling the baby kick. As they sat side by side in Hermione’s bed, they cuddled underneath the covers. What began as a patient-healer relationship became something more—a more intimate relationship. Draco understood Hermione’s every need and she knew she could rely on him without anything being said.
His hand stayed on the baby, petting and soothing both mother and child. Hermione’s eyes slowly closed, relaxing into the comfort Draco offered.
“Have you thought of any names?” Draco asked.
Hermione’s eyes fluttered open. “Names? Hmm…not yet. Ron and I haven’t discussed it yet.”
Although Draco tried not to show his reaction, he mentally flinched at the reminder that this wasn’t his child. “What about Cassiopeia?”
“Cassiopeia?” Hermione mused. “That’s a mouthful; I wouldn’t want her to go through what I went through. People either couldn’t say my name or they thought my name was odd.”
“Hermione is a beautiful name,” Draco said. “You can always call her Cassie for short.”
“Mmm,” Hermione replied rather sleepily.
Draco threw out another name. “What about Joanne?”
“Joanne? No.”
“Kate?”
“No.”
“How about Rose?” Draco tried again. “For roses blossom every year and never die.”
Hermione yawned. “Maybe,” she said, all ready halfway asleep.
Draco tucked Hermione into a more comfortable position on her side before getting up to leave. He regretted leaving every time, but her husband was going to be home soon, and he didn’t want to be discovered.
As Draco entered the living room and moved towards the Floo, Ron exited from the Floo.
Ron did a double take before asking, “What are you doing here? Is Hermione okay?”
“Hermione’s sleeping right now. She was feeling a bit off, so I thought I’d check up on her. Everything’s fine,” Draco said, “but she needs more rest.”
Ron stared at him for a moment before nodding. “I’ll make sure she gets it.”
A pang went through Draco when he heard Ron say that; it made him realise that he wished he were in Ron’s place. He wanted to be able to call Hermione his wife. At this realisation, he turned to the Floo. “I have to get back to the office.”
* * *
Ron was on an overnight Auror mission tonight and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. Hermione had no qualms about inviting Draco over for dinner. Dinner, of course, didn’t happen as planned. They barely began dinner when she couldn’t help but stare at Draco eating his soup. When his tongue licked the spoon, it led her to wish he were licking other parts of her body.
That led her to their present stimulating activity with her on top of him. As her pregnancy progressed, she quite liked being on top. It allowed her to control the depth and the speed of her movements.
She liked to look down at his face and to see him completely enraptured with her, and her alone. His hands moved from her hips to her pregnant belly to her breasts. Being on top, undulating onto him, made her feel beautiful and wanted.
As they spooned together afterwards, Hermione sighed. She dreaded their time together would end when Rose was born.
Draco’s voice interrupted her depressing thoughts. “Move in with me.”
“Move in with you?”
“Yes,” Draco said, his hand hugging her hips. “I have plenty of room at my place for you and the baby.”
“What about Ron?”
It was a good thing Hermione was facing away from him since his face took on a distinctive scowl. “Leave him.”
“I can’t just leave him!”
“Then who am I?” Draco asked, frustrated.
Hermione didn’t say anything for a while, but reached out for his hand and squeezed it tightly, hoping he’d understand. He was so much more than her healer at this point in time.
* * *
Rose’s birth was harder than she expected it would be, but it was a beautiful experience nonetheless. Rose was beautiful.
However, every time Ron held Rose, she couldn’t help but imagine Draco holding her. Draco’s offer for her and Rose to move in with him began to nag on her. At first it was subconscious, but it began to emerge to the forefront of her thoughts more often.
She came to realise that Ron would never be Draco, and she couldn’t expect Ron to become Draco. They were different and unique and both very lovely in their own way. While she loved them both, she wasn’t in love with Ron anymore. With this realisation, she waved her wand and packed up everything. On the nightstand beside their bed, she left Ron a brief note. She bundled up Rose before shrinking her luggage and Apparated to Malfoy Manor.
Hermione gazed up at the imposing and ostentatious front door before lifting the ancient knocker and knocked.
A few minutes passed before Draco answered the door.
“Hi,” Hermione said.
“Hi,” Draco replied.
She smiled up at him sheepishly. “Well, we’re here.”
Fin.
Author: Gryffindor_Slytherin /
gryff_slytherinPrompt Number: 302 submitted by anon
Kink Showcased: Infidelity while pregnant
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione, Ron/Hermione
Summary: Ron and Hermione are expecting a child. While this should be a happy occasion, Hermione’s hormones go into overdrive and Ron refuses to touch her. An appointment to see Healer Malfoy, one of the foremost healers in the wizarding world, is made for her and things go downhill from there.
Warnings: Infidelity, brief language, and explicit sexual situations
Word Count: 3,503
Author’s Notes: I hope you like it, anon! I wrote it with the healer aspect, but I woke up this morning not liking it. Of course, it was a bit too late to rewrite everything. But I’m sure it’s okay, if a bit outrageous sometimes.
In truth, Hermione was embarrassed to even be here; but Ron had insisted that she come because there was something wrong with her. She resisted for a few weeks, but at four-and-a-half months pregnant, Ron was worried. While she understood his worries, she resented Ron for telling his mother about it. Molly had been horrified and personally made this appointment for her. To make sure she went, she was waiting outside in the waiting room.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with her.
Really!
What’s wrong with wanting to have sex with her own husband?
Hermione sighed. Well, what was wrong was apparently sex and pregnancy did not mix. It’s abnormal.
And that’s why she was in Draco Malfoy’s office now, waiting for him to finish up with another patient in order to see her. Healer Malfoy had become one of the foremost healers in the wizarding world specialising in pregnancy and births.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realise Healer Malfoy had entered the room until he spoke. “Miss Granger? Or is it Mrs. Weasley now?”
“Healer Malfoy,” she greeted, getting up halfway to shake his hand. “You know full well that it’s Mrs. Weasley.”
“Hmm…please sit down,” Draco said. “So, what can I do for you today?”
Hermione mumbled uncomfortably, embarrassed. “Ron and Molly seem to be under the impression that there’s something wrong with me, but my mother tells me that it’s perfectly normal.”
“And what is normal?” he asked.
“Having sex with my husband!” she said, exasperated.
“Well, it would be normal, but not while your pregnant,” Draco said, looking at her seriously before glancing down at her file.
He scribbled on his pad, prescribing a suppressor for her “problem.”
“Here, drink this twice daily and come back to see me if there’s a change.”
He handed her the prescription note; as Hermione glanced down at it, she left the room irritated. The entire appointment was a waste of time, but at least, Molly shouldn’t badger her about it anymore.
Hermione scowled as she drank the prescribed potion. A week had passed and instead of her hormones going away, she felt even hornier. It got to a point where Ron would sleep on the couch as opposed to waking up surprised by her wandering hands.
She was so frustrated! Ron’s continual rejection of her was starting to take a toll on her. While she never gave much thought to her appearance, she began to feel unattractive and hideous.
The bathroom mirror loomed over Hermione. She stared at herself in the mirror and wondered what was wrong with her. With her pregnancy, her breasts were heavier—but she thought men liked them bigger? Ron didn’t seem to notice them at all. And while her body had developed to be more voluptuous, she felt like a cow with all the odd things she was craving for. Doesn’t a cheeseburger with honey and chocolate sound delicious?
Apparently not because Ron gave her a look that plainly said she had lost it.
Nevertheless it was delicious.
“Mrs. Weasley,” Healer Malfoy said, sounding surprised. “I wasn’t expecting to see you back so soon.”
Hermione didn’t answer. She appeared in a slinky, silver hugging summer dress with a low-cut v-neck. Molly didn’t know she was here today; otherwise, Molly would have insisted she come along with Hermione for moral support. She had carefully selected what to wear for this appointment; if her husband found her unappealing, then she was sure Healer Malfoy won’t. At least, she hoped he won’t since she was all ready feeling unattractive.
“The potion didn’t work,” Hermione said.
Draco looked up, staring at her breasts before quickly averting his eyes to her face. “It didn’t?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?” Draco pressed again.
Hermione glared at him. “No! What part of no don’t you get?”
Draco sighed. “I was just making sure. This potion is supposed to be fail-proof to suppress the extra hormones women get while pregnant.”
“Well, it failed me,” Hermione complained. “And like I said last time, this is supposed to be perfectly normal!”
“It may be considered normal in the Muggle world,” Draco said, “but even in the Muggle world, women abstain from sexual intercourse if the pregnancy is considered preterm labour, there’s bleeding, or either you or your husband has Sexually Transmitted Infections. You have to realise since you’re a witch, it’s completely unsafe for a wizard to touch a pregnant woman. Unless…” he said, trailing off in thought.
“Unless?”
Draco got up from his desk and moved towards his bookcase, looking for a book. “Well, there was this one case in the late 1800s, if I can remember correctly, where the potion failed a Mrs. Green.”
“Really? And did she finally get relief from her husband afterwards?” Hermione asked, dryly.
“No,” Malfoy said shortly. “Aha! Here’s the book.”
After flipping through the book, he looked up with a blank face. “I’m afraid the healer got the honour. It has to be a fully trained healer though.”
Hermione didn’t say anything for a while. She didn’t want to cheat on her husband, but she was so randy! If she didn’t get relief soon, she wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on anything. Her hormones were driving her to lose her mind! And certainly Healer Malfoy wasn’t so unappealing.
Healer Malfoy, in her imagination, began to take on the shape as a lead character in a romance novel adventure before she snapped out of it and abruptly got up. She flushed—just thinking about sex made her knickers damp.
Draco must have thought she was offended with the thought, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. “I can assign another healer to you, if you’d like.”
“No,” Hermione said, taking in a deep breath. “No. Is it okay if I sit on it for a bit?”
“Of course, take all the time you need.”
The lift bell dinged, signalling Hermione to her arrival on the ground floor. As she exited the lift, she turned around to go back into the lift and nearly crashed into another woman.
“Oh, sorry!” Hermione said.
The woman gave her an angry look before staring directly at the lift doors, waiting for them to close. They both got off on the same floor and turned around the same corner. The woman glanced at her before continuing on her way. It wasn’t until they arrived at Healer Malfoy’s door that Hermione reached for the door first, and jostled the woman out of the way.
“Hey!” the woman shouted, outraged.
“Sorry, I have a slight emergency!” Hermione replied.
Hermione ignored the receptionist and his protests, and went straight towards the office she was in previously.
“You can tell Healer Malfoy I changed my mind!” she yelled over her shoulder before jogging away.
Naturally, the receptionist had no idea what she was talking about.
Hermione was in luck for Healer Malfoy was still inside that office when she burst through the door.
“I changed my mind,” she said gasped, out of breath.
“You changed your mind?” Healer Malfoy repeated.
“Let’s do it now,” Hermione said.
“Now?” he asked in a strangled voice.
Hermione was determined. “Yes, now! And stop repeating after me!”
“Didn’t you want to sit on it?”
“Are you kidding?” she asked, grabbing onto his robes. She pulled him towards her and kissed him. “I need relief now!”
“I’m not sure now is a good time,” Draco said, back-pedalling. “My next appointment is now.”
“Yes, yes, I know; I saw her! I’m sure you can delay it. Unless you’re not up for it?” she asked, challenging him.
Draco narrowed his eyes. “If you can lie back on the chair and remove your knickers, we can begin.”
The chair slanted backwards and she felt her legs being put up in stirrups. She lay there, staring at the ceiling as she heard his voice over the wizarding intercom speaking to his receptionist to delay his next appointment for a bit.
The anticipation of sex aroused her to a point where she thought she would explode. After months of nothing but her hand, she was going to get some release! She hoped he could get it up and wouldn’t object to it like Ron did. She was sure that Healer Malfoy wasn’t called upon to interact with his patients this way very often. At least she hoped not because the woman, his next appointment, was very pretty.
It was quite sudden, and her thoughts were interrupted when she felt the head of his cock touch her, circling around her glistening lips before entering her.
“Oh,” she gasped.
She sighed with relief. It felt really satisfying. Now if only he would move!
“How’s that for being up for it?” he asked.
“It’s great!” she said, clenching him internally. “Now move!”
He rocked into Hermione, grabbing onto her hips and quickly setting a nice rhythm. In and out. In and out. If only her legs weren’t being held in the stirrups, she thought, then she might be able to change the angle. She usually didn’t feel this wanton or sexy with Ron, but sex with Draco was different and exciting—even if she never thought to use the stirrups in this way.
Hermione tried to reach for his hair, his face, but she could only touch his hands and arms. She gripped them when Draco suddenly leaned forward, changing the tempo of his strokes.
“Ouch!” she cried.
“Are you all right?” he panted, going at a slower pace.
“It was okay, but my back’s getting really uncomfortable,” she said, wincing. “And I think you bumped into my cervix.”
“Well,” Draco said, thrusting more shallowly. “I’ve never done it to a pregnant witch before.”
“I’m so lucky to be your first,” Hermione said sarcastically.
“You are,” Draco said.
“So cocky,” she said, winded.
She gasped as he hit her sweet spot, shuddering with spasms.
He didn’t stop but took her to higher heights, thrusting into her almost erratically now. Half a dozen strokes later, he came.
Following that appointment, Hermione’s self-confidence returned. In fact, her weekly appointments soon became thrice-a-week appointments. Of course, no one knew of her appointments and she didn’t deem it necessary to mention it to anyone. She lay on the patient’s chair on her side—her dress was removed, but her brassiere and knickers remained—as she provocatively waited for Draco to arrive. If anyone didn’t know better, they would’ve assumed she was his girlfriend.
Hermione, who was turned away from the door with her eyes shut, heard his footsteps come closer to her. “My breasts feel funny—more than usual.”
“Do they really?”
“Uh huh,” Hermione said.
“Well, I’m not sure there’s an exact cure for it,” Draco said, “but I’m sure this will do the trick.”
He began to massage her breasts, making her moan in delight. His wandering hands were soothing, and as he went lower and dipped his fingers into her, she gasped.
“Do that again!” she whispered.
“Like this?” he said, inserting another finger with one hand and continued to massage her breast with his other hand, tweaking at her nipple.
“Mmm, yes, yes, just like that,” Hermione sighed. “Ooh, just like that.”
She felt him smile without opening her eyes.
“You know what would make it even better?” she asked, reaching for the hand that was massaging her breast. “Your lips—here.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Draco’s lips were simply divine and his lips on her breasts along with his fingers brought her to orgasm.
Hermione turned around and sighed, pulling on her dress over her head. “Thank you. I guess I’ll see you Wednesday?”
“Yes,” Draco said, kissing her on the lips briefly.
Hermione, who wasn’t expecting a kiss, stared at him for a bit before saying, “Goodbye.”
A month had passed and Hermione felt more like herself. A lot of people had started to comment on the certain glow she exuded, which was more than usual, and even Ron had noticed. She came home one day from work to a surprise from Ron in the form of a candle-lit dinner.
“What brought this on?” Hermione asked.
“Nothing,” Ron said. “I just thought you’d like a night off. Plus, you’re carrying my child. I have a lot to be grateful for.”
“Thanks,” Hermione said, as Ron seated her.
Hermione, actually, felt really guilty. While she frequently saw Draco, she couldn’t help but feel terrible for Ron. It wasn’t Ron’s fault that the wizarding world was a bit backwards. When Ron reached for her hand, she felt awkward and uncomfortable.
During the entire meal, Hermione didn’t feel like herself anymore. She felt like an imitation of herself where the actual Hermione was floating above them listening in. For Ron’s sake, she tried to smile and be cheerful, but she didn’t know how successful she was. She probably succeeded since Ron seemed satisfied.
The next day, Hermione sat in Draco’s office depressed. She felt like a failure as a wife to Ron, but her body simply couldn’t get enough of Draco. The office was almost like a love nest; her initial feelings that it was stifling and uncomfortable were gone. She couldn’t help but get excited every time she arrived here.
As soon as she saw Draco come through the door, she waddled over to him and pushed him down onto his chair. She hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pulled at his trousers.
“What brought this on?” Draco asked.
“Nothing,” Hermione said before tiptoeing to kiss him. “Just nothing.”
Draco reached underneath her dress to pull off her knickers when he realised she wore none.
“Nothing?” Draco said. “Well, I do like nothing, especially you foregoing your knickers.”
“I come here so often that there’s no point in wearing them.”
Draco grinned. “I do like the sound of that.”
Hermione stroked his cock, kneading and rolling it between her palms. “You certainly do, especially if this is waving hello at me.”
“It’s doing more than waving hello,” Draco said, groaning. “It’s saying, ‘Fuck me!’”
When she heard that she stopped kneading and turned around.
“You’re not stopping are you?”
She lifted her dress, turning her head around to kiss him, and said, “Of course not.” Then, she carefully sat on top of him, and slowly descended onto his waiting cock.
Using the desk to gain momentum, she bounced up and down, while Draco’s hands reached inside her dress to fondle her breasts before wandering down to her pregnant belly, then her thighs, and finally her clit. His lips nibbled along her neck before sucking insistently at the spot behind her ears.
She gasped but continued to grind down on him. “You do have the most gorgeous cock.”
“Then use it to fuck me faster, darling,” he panted.
“I will,” she moaned. “I am.”
His fingers were as gorgeous as his cock and she couldn’t help but pay homage to it. She reached out and stroked and massaged his testicles, holding and encircling it.
“Do that again!”
“Like this?” she asked.
“Mmm…I’m coming,” he groaned.
“Not yet,” she panted. “You’re not coming yet.”
Her hands were still holding onto his testicles, and she pulled them down firmly to forestall the end. She didn’t want it to be over yet—certainly not when she wasn’t there yet.
“You’re evil!” he said.
“I know,” she said, grinning.
She heard him gasp as she continued moving up, then down, then felt the need to squeeze and push and pull with her muscles onto his cock. His questing fingers massaging her clit finally got to her and she collapsed, her back resting on his clothed chest. He thrust twice before he joined her.
Hermione usually didn’t feel dirty after her appointments, but today she did.
Another month had passed and Hermione’s belly swelled. Draco reached over to touch Hermione’s visibly pregnant belly, feeling the baby kick. As they sat side by side in Hermione’s bed, they cuddled underneath the covers. What began as a patient-healer relationship became something more—a more intimate relationship. Draco understood Hermione’s every need and she knew she could rely on him without anything being said.
His hand stayed on the baby, petting and soothing both mother and child. Hermione’s eyes slowly closed, relaxing into the comfort Draco offered.
“Have you thought of any names?” Draco asked.
Hermione’s eyes fluttered open. “Names? Hmm…not yet. Ron and I haven’t discussed it yet.”
Although Draco tried not to show his reaction, he mentally flinched at the reminder that this wasn’t his child. “What about Cassiopeia?”
“Cassiopeia?” Hermione mused. “That’s a mouthful; I wouldn’t want her to go through what I went through. People either couldn’t say my name or they thought my name was odd.”
“Hermione is a beautiful name,” Draco said. “You can always call her Cassie for short.”
“Mmm,” Hermione replied rather sleepily.
Draco threw out another name. “What about Joanne?”
“Joanne? No.”
“Kate?”
“No.”
“How about Rose?” Draco tried again. “For roses blossom every year and never die.”
Hermione yawned. “Maybe,” she said, all ready halfway asleep.
Draco tucked Hermione into a more comfortable position on her side before getting up to leave. He regretted leaving every time, but her husband was going to be home soon, and he didn’t want to be discovered.
As Draco entered the living room and moved towards the Floo, Ron exited from the Floo.
Ron did a double take before asking, “What are you doing here? Is Hermione okay?”
“Hermione’s sleeping right now. She was feeling a bit off, so I thought I’d check up on her. Everything’s fine,” Draco said, “but she needs more rest.”
Ron stared at him for a moment before nodding. “I’ll make sure she gets it.”
A pang went through Draco when he heard Ron say that; it made him realise that he wished he were in Ron’s place. He wanted to be able to call Hermione his wife. At this realisation, he turned to the Floo. “I have to get back to the office.”
Ron was on an overnight Auror mission tonight and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. Hermione had no qualms about inviting Draco over for dinner. Dinner, of course, didn’t happen as planned. They barely began dinner when she couldn’t help but stare at Draco eating his soup. When his tongue licked the spoon, it led her to wish he were licking other parts of her body.
That led her to their present stimulating activity with her on top of him. As her pregnancy progressed, she quite liked being on top. It allowed her to control the depth and the speed of her movements.
She liked to look down at his face and to see him completely enraptured with her, and her alone. His hands moved from her hips to her pregnant belly to her breasts. Being on top, undulating onto him, made her feel beautiful and wanted.
As they spooned together afterwards, Hermione sighed. She dreaded their time together would end when Rose was born.
Draco’s voice interrupted her depressing thoughts. “Move in with me.”
“Move in with you?”
“Yes,” Draco said, his hand hugging her hips. “I have plenty of room at my place for you and the baby.”
“What about Ron?”
It was a good thing Hermione was facing away from him since his face took on a distinctive scowl. “Leave him.”
“I can’t just leave him!”
“Then who am I?” Draco asked, frustrated.
Hermione didn’t say anything for a while, but reached out for his hand and squeezed it tightly, hoping he’d understand. He was so much more than her healer at this point in time.
Rose’s birth was harder than she expected it would be, but it was a beautiful experience nonetheless. Rose was beautiful.
However, every time Ron held Rose, she couldn’t help but imagine Draco holding her. Draco’s offer for her and Rose to move in with him began to nag on her. At first it was subconscious, but it began to emerge to the forefront of her thoughts more often.
She came to realise that Ron would never be Draco, and she couldn’t expect Ron to become Draco. They were different and unique and both very lovely in their own way. While she loved them both, she wasn’t in love with Ron anymore. With this realisation, she waved her wand and packed up everything. On the nightstand beside their bed, she left Ron a brief note. She bundled up Rose before shrinking her luggage and Apparated to Malfoy Manor.
Hermione gazed up at the imposing and ostentatious front door before lifting the ancient knocker and knocked.
A few minutes passed before Draco answered the door.
“Hi,” Hermione said.
“Hi,” Draco replied.
She smiled up at him sheepishly. “Well, we’re here.”
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Date: 2011-02-23 10:40 pm (UTC)And thanks!
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Date: 2011-02-23 10:45 pm (UTC)Yeah, that's why I wrote in the part where she felt guilty. The prompt was quite specific about Ron though.
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Date: 2011-02-23 03:44 pm (UTC):) Good job!
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Date: 2011-10-19 10:52 pm (UTC)Isn't it too late for that :') sinds you know they already had sex to get pregnant :p well it is possible the husband is unfaithful but otherwise the baby is already affected. :p oh well it was just my opinion :)
Btw (I have an inking you already know this but anyway :p ) ps : Sex during pregnancy is perfectly possible :p and if careful not damaging to the baby ^^
Ultra ultra hot njammy sex ^^ And I'm glad its a HEA :p
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