Fic: Gravid
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hpkinkfestTitle: Gravid
Author: Sapphire Phoenix (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Prompt Number: 156 submitted byrzzmg
Kink Showcased: Intentional Impregnation
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): DM/HG
Summary: Draco is a man on a mission, and he doesn’t mind one bit.
Warnings: Non-Con
Word Count: 4850
Author's Notes: I loved writing this prompt! Big thanks toliteraryspell for the beta work, any and all mistakes that remain are mine.
End of Sixth Year
It was surprisingly easy to start. Draco only had to Apparate into her bedroom and set his tools where he needed them. Within minutes, every snare in his trap was set.
Now he only had to wait and watch. The Dark Lord sat, observing, eager to see the first thread of Draco's well-woven plan. It was, of course, a benevolent gift from his master that brought him to this moment. Undermine Potter by getting Granger out of the way, and what better way than to be impregnated by Potter's worst rival.
Finally, the door to Granger's bedroom opened. It was visible through one of the magic mirrors that Draco had left there during his visit. She haphazardly shoved her trunk to the side of the door, out of the way. Then she peeled off her Hogwarts uniform and moved to pull clothes from her closet.
Draco's eyes wandered over the image of Hermione in her skivvies. Her hips were round enough, and her breasts perky despite a bit of heft. Then, the Muggle clothes. A thin top, fashionable, Draco supposed, and a denim skirt. Granger turned and shouted something out from the still open door. It was muted, but he suspected her parents were waiting to take her out to dinner.
He hoped she wasn't ready to leave yet. Draco glanced at the Dark Lord. His attention was moving between the mirrors in front of them, watching as Granger moved about her room.
Draco held his breath until Granger finally sat down at her vanity, pulling out a paddle brush from a drawer. She dragged it through her hair quickly, making it even more unruly than it had been before. At last, she set down the brush, and her body stiffened as she saw what Draco had left for her.
It was a drawing. Most people didn't know that Draco had a talent for portraiture, but Granger would, now. He had worked on it since the Dark Lord had given him this directive weeks ago. It was of Granger, swollen in child-bearing. A man stood behind her, his head bent over her neck so only his blond hair could be seen. She'd make quick work of the suggestion, Draco was sure.
The genius of the drawing was two-fold. It was magical, of course, and after she set it down for the first time, it would begin to change. Second, and this had been the most painstaking part of artistry, was the smile on her face. It was so pleased, her eyebrows arched in such a way as to suggest hopefulness. Her expression was very subtle and just what he needed. He had spent hours observing her to get it just right, but he didn't mind. Draco had begun to enjoy his observations of her, fantasising about her body as he drew her again and again.
In the mirror, Hermione was peering about her room with her eyes narrowed, but she wouldn't find any of the mirrors that put her on display for them. She also wouldn't have to wait to have her questions answered. It would all be settled soon enough.
Around him, the pleased chuckle of the Dark Lord sounded. He excused Draco, who bowed before him, before going to check on his potion.
The next night Draco was leaning against a tree in a park near Granger's house. As he had been doing throughout the day, he watched her in a small hand mirror. Now, she was preparing for bed. She refused to look at the drawing, even though it sat on her desk as plain as day. Earlier, she had moved it from her vanity to a drawer. Then, she had nearly binned it but had thought better of it. She had put it on her desk and moved to read in her bed. Draco had caught her looking at it when her focus wandered.
Having watched her all day, he knew she was ripe for his next move. She just needed to close her door to her parents for the night, and he would make his move. Draco waited as she was moved about. Draco smiled. She was so nervous, flitting here and there. If he knew Granger at all, she had been thinking of his drawing all day, when she could pull here eyes from it. When Granger did look at it, there would be plenty to see.
The Draco in the drawing would have been fondling the picture-Granger. It would act out all of his fantasies, and Draco had indulged himself in quite a few lately. Had she seen him standing behind her with her swollen breasts in his hands, weighing them, squeezing them? He was thrilled by the thought of seeing milk dripping from them. Then he would slide his hands down over her belly, feeling for signs of life from his child.
The Dark Lord had promised him that. He had full rights to the child and its mother. He would own Hermione Granger after the Dark Lord won, and that idea pleased Draco very much.
Pulling from his thoughts, Draco turned back to the mirror in time to see her turn on the light beside the bed and close her bedroom door. He Apparated into her room with a practiced silence few could master. She had no idea that he was there until he pulled her body against his. He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and felt her pulse beating like a bird trying to fly free.
"Mal-foy!" she cried out in anger, but her voice cracked, belying her fear.
He traced his lips up to her ear and whispered, "At your service."
"Fuck off before I call the Aurors."
It was a hollow threat. Her wand was on the bed, and her wrists were in his hands. There was no way she could do anything. Further, Draco was sure she was too curious to want to. "But then you'll never know."
He was kissing her face softly, and although she pulled away from him as much as she could, Draco felt her cheeks get hot on his lips. He had a bit of a speech planned, and he began it as quietly as he could while he turned to stand in front of her, still holding her wrists firmly in each hand.
"The Dark Lord has plans for us, Hermione, plans for you. I think, although you might object on principle, you'll be clever enough to see reason. This is a war. It's your friend Harry—" Draco paused to kiss her forehead and look deep into her eyes, "—against a horrible, heartless monster. And if Harry loses, what will happen to you? To your parents? Your friends?"
Granger's teeth began to grind, and Draco could see her fury burning up at him. She wasn't fighting though, her mind overruling her brash reflexes for a change.
"If you were mine, you'd be safe. Think of it as a contingency plan. I think you know that a Malfoy takes care of what is his."
Draco paused again to cast a spell so that Granger's body was immobilized. It wasn't the elementary spell they learned at Hogwarts, but something stronger, something more specific. He wanted her to feel him, and he needed her to feel at least a little in control. She was standing before him now, hands fisted at her sides, looking up at him.
He stroked her face and hair, being as tender as he could be. "You've been looking at my drawing, Hermione. Are you ready for your future?"
"I would never sleep with you, Malfoy, never mind have your child!" She sneered at him.
Her chest was heaving against his magical bindings. It was very curious to see. She appeared to be free, but her body was constrained. Draco, whose libido had been on fire since he put his lips to her neck, was hot and hard for her in return.
"So predictable, Granger. Fortunately for you, I have this." Draco held up a phial with a shimmering blue potion inside that.
She eyed it warily. "What is that?"
"A fertility potion."
"No! No, Malfoy! This has gone far enough!"
"You're going to drink it, Hermione, so we can make a baby," Draco said and cupped her face with his hand. He Accioed the drawing from her desk and set it to hovering at her eye level.
Her eyes flicked between his face and the parchment.
Draco stepped around her body again, aware of her like never before. He pressed his hard-on into the curve of her lower back and spread his fingers over her belly. "There is nothing more beautiful in this world than a pregnant woman, Hermione, and you will shine when you carry my child. Look at the picture, Hermione. Look at the possibilities."
Draco rubbed his cheek against her hair before holding her head so she was staring at the parchment. The couple in the drawing were quite busy now. Her head was thrown back as his pale arm disappeared under her thin white dress, his wrist moving rhythmically. The couple began to sway as she approached heights of ecstasy, and Draco smiled as Hermione's breath deepened in front of him.
Then the picture shifted, and the Draco in the drawing was standing before her. He pulled the front of her dress down, exposing her swollen breasts. He took one dark nipple into his mouth and sucked, pulling away from her body. They watched as her breast dangled heavily between his lips and her chest, full and ripe.
Hermione's breathing broke into a whimper, and Draco let the parchment fall to the floor. With his hand in her hair, Draco pulled her head so he could whisper in her ear. "We are made to breed, Hermione, and you will be divine with my child. Are you ready to drink the potion?"
The stubborn little witch shook her head in the negative. With one last grind against her body, Draco moved to stand before her again. He did not miss how her skin went to gooseflesh when the cool air hit her in his absence.
"What if I say ‘please’?" Draco felt like a cat toying with a mouse now. She declined again, and he smiled, uncorking the phial. When he lifted it to her lips, she squeezed them closed, eyebrows lifting in a challenge. "I won't ask again," Draco said, his tone turning serious.
She kept her lips tight and shook her head.
"Fine." Draco plugged her nose and waited for her mouth to pop open as she gasped for breath. He let her exhale before he dumped the potion into her mouth. With that done he pulled her head back gently, cradling it at an angle where she had no choice but to swallow. Her tongue tried to force the potion from her mouth but could not. After she drank it down, he helped her return her head to an upright position, rubbing her neck and shoulders and trying to soothe her.
She started to sniffle. He looked into her eyes, but she wouldn't meet his gaze.
"It didn't taste that bad, now." Draco, fully aware that he was invading her space, stroked her face and hair again.
Granger scowled at him. "I don't want to do this!"
Draco smiled. "Don't lie. You want me to do all those things you saw, Hermione. I can feel your skin, hear your breath. I bet your knickers are nearly soaked through by now. I know watching us in that drawing got you hot, admit it."
"Yes!" she blurted out. Her face was one of shock and fear. She had meant to say no, he was sure, but there was a little matter of the truth serum that he had laced into the fertility potion. "But that doesn't me we should! You can stop this, Malfoy. We're just kids. Kids shouldn't have children."
"Just kids? You don't look like a child to me, Hermione." Draco leaned forward and grabbed Granger's bum, pulling it up his thigh. Her toes barely touched the floor, and her thighs were spread over his. "This is war, and you understand that losing the war is a possibility."
"Ye-es." Her voice cracked with sorrow as tears slid down her face.
Draco pressed a finely woven cloth to her skin. Once he'd mopped up her face, he kissed her. Her lips were swollen and quivering, but he took her tongue into his mouth, caressing it with his own. She tasted of potion and fear. With one hand on her hip, he ground his thigh against her core. When he felt her body give over to him, he pulled back and asked, "You like that?"
Her face was filled with shame as she whispered, "Yes."
"There now, you can be agreeable when you want to be." Draco watched as her faced turned down in that way he was so familiar with.
“Fertility potions make you aroused, Ferret, so don’t feel so proud of yourself!” She was angry with him, a much more usual thing for her, and she seemed to finally get her bearings.
That was a major turn-on for him, and he squeezed her bum, pulling her closer and applying his lips to her neck. “The potion will only get us so far, Hermione, and the rest is all me.”
Granger seemed to realise that she had no options for getting out of this, and her eyes rose to the ceiling. "You're an evil little shit, Malfoy."
"Perhaps, but I think you’re ready now." He unclasped his belt and pulled it from the loops in his trousers. Draco stripped slowly, drawing her attention to his chest, his arms, his proud erection. Through it all, he'd been ready for her, and now she would know just what that meant. She was breathing deeply by the time he stood naked before her. "I'm not foolish enough to think that you won't Disapparate or try to stun me or something if I unbind you, so you're staying bound. I'll try to make this pleasurable for you, as much as I can."
Draco lifted her spelled-stiff body up from the floor and lay her down on her bed. He stubbed his toe on a particularly thick, heavy book, and swore. Granger snorted, almost laughing before she caught herself. He scowled. The exchange was almost playful, but not quite. He began to strip her of her day clothes, having come in just before she changed into her pyjamas. She tensed under his hands, but a flick of the wand, and the parchment was up again, floating over her face. It was his promise of what was to come, and she needed to see it.
By the time he was pulling down her knickers, her cunt was fragrant and swollen slightly. Draco manoeuvred her legs so she was spread for him. "What are they doing that has you so wet?" He knelt between her legs, taking up some of her fluids to smear over his prick.
"She's kneeling, on her hands and knees, and he's taking her from behind, squeezing her breasts."
Draco surveyed her body. "Your breasts. Those are yours. What else?"
"She looks so pleased. It's a lie; I know it is, but she looks beautiful and pleased."
While Granger was distracted by her descriptions, Draco knelt between her thighs and aligned himself with her opening. He dropped forward, hands by her shoulders, and then penetrated her. Her groan was a higher pitch than his. Draco took a deep breath and said, ""Gravid', Granger, the word you're looking for is 'gravid'." Then, he began pumping into her, slow at first but his pace quickened after a short while.
Her soft grunts below him stopped, and he watched her head push into the pillow when she asked, "What'd you call me?"
Draco plunged into her, hard, and held his place. Her mouth dropped open into a perfect 'o', and then she whined. It was a delectable noise. "Granger."
She was panting, and that look of concentration pulled her eyebrows down. "You were calling me ‘Hermione’ before. Uuhn!"
He smiled as she groaned, and he began moving again. He was more thorough now, sliding deep and slow, exploring her channel. "I was ...executing the ...directive, then. Now... shagging ...very fit witch." Then, he grabbed her breast with his left hand and pulled her nipple away from her body until she keened. With that, Draco lost all his patience and drove into her like a wild man. He fucked her hard until he released inside of her.
Staying inside of her as long as he could was difficult; his hyper-sensitive body longed to curl up under a blanket and sleep, but he could not. He wasn't quite finished yet. "How does the light work?" Draco asked, pushing up from Granger's body.
She was still breathing heavily when she said, "Pull the little chain."
Draco did, and the room went dark. It was possible that the Dark Lord was watching them, an idea that Draco had ignored until this moment. He didn't like the idea of his master watching him fuck Granger, but he wasn't going to let him watch what was going to happen next. Now that the room was dark, Draco pulled out, the changes in pressure on his cock making him feel light-headed. He put a pillow under Hermione's hips, hoping to keep as much of his seed in her for as long as possible. It was likely she had already conceived, but he wanted to be certain of it.
After moving her body into a more comfortable position on the pillow, Draco stretched beside her, resting his head on his hand. He looked at her face in the soft darkness of the room. Sometimes he could feel her breath over him, but then her head would turn away. After a while, he thought she was asleep, thanks to the sedative that was also laced into the potion. He reached for his wand and cast a little spell, checking to see if his seed took. It had. Draco smiled. He and Professor Snape had worked on the potion for months, and now it was done!
Warding the room from intruders, Draco gathered the light blanket around them, and finally let himself sleep. He dozed off smiling, thoughts of the future buoying his spirit.
Six Months Later
Draco stalked behind Granger as she waddled down the castle hallway. It wasn't pronounced yet, but he knew what to look for. She was headed for an old classroom, one away from the prying eyes of their fellow students. She was alone, her friends having left her behind at Hogwarts due to her condition, running off on whatever foolishness they thought might stop the Dark Lord. Weasley had been particularly irate upon hearing the news. He smiled as she made the sharp turn into their meeting place. Draco was all she had now, him and their baby.
He caught the door behind her just in time to keep it from closing. His entrance was silent. Draco was about to pull her to him when she turned, her wand at the ready.
"Oh," she said. "It's you." Granger pocketed her wand and braced her hands on her lower back.
First things first, Draco passed her the nutritive potion she had to take daily. She uncorked it and tipped the bottom up. Then she passed the phial back to him and moved to pick up her bag, making as if to leave.
"You're not leaving yet." He advanced on her. Granger opened her mouth to complain, probably about some homework assignment that she wanted to work on, but Draco wasn't interested. Instead, he grabbed her hand and pulled her too him. "I have plans for you tonight. Show me."
She looked up at him, disbelief plain on her face. They were not friends. Most of the time, she still hated him with a palpable passion. However, when he could remind her of what they shared, she transformed for him. With a resigned sigh, she shed her school robe and unbuttoned her oxford shirt. It was just three buttons that (barely) held her shirt closed over her belly, but the sight made Draco's cock throb. "Take it all off." He stroked his hand over her navel, desperate for it to pop out. Soon.
"Malfoy! I have things to do."
Draco stepped forward, finding her nipples through her shirt and bra and rolling them. "You only have one thing to do, and that is to show me how sexy you are." He pulled on her nipples, alternating left and right, and watched as Granger lost herself.
She tried to deny it, but she wanted to fuck him. Her head fell back as she sighed unevenly. That only made Draco want her more, and he pulled her shirt open, relishing the little rips behind her buttons. Her shirt fluttered to the floor, exposing her body to him.
Her bra was ill-fitting now, and he frowned. "Why didn't you tell me about that?" Draco caressed the tops of her breasts as they flowed over the pretty brassiere he'd given her.
"It just happened. One day they were normal and the next... Tits!"
Reaching around her, he removed the expensive lingerie, stealing caresses as he moved. "Tits indeed." And in the next moment, Draco was on his knees with his mouth on one. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, darker than ever now. Then he sucked in as much as he could, looking up at her while he suckled. He found a rhythm she seemed to like and kept at it until her jaw slackened.
It took a moment for her to give in to him, but she did at last. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. "Look at you, on your knees for a Mudblood."
Draco nipped her breast and pulled back, smiling. He caressed the bump over her tummy. "Do you think he'll be like Nymphadora?"
Granger grabbed his hair and tugged so he was looking at her. "He?"
Pulling his head back, feeling his hair pull through her fingers, Draco chuckled. "Of course. You're going to give me a son. And another. You should get used to being pregnant, I plan to keep you like this." He half expected her to pick up the debate they had started having lately about whether it would be a boy or a girl, but she didn't.
He was kissing her belly and rubbing his cock through his trousers. Draco had known that he would be attracted to her like this, but he had underestimated it. Granger was the sort of woman who glowed in her pregnancy. No one else in school knew about it yet, but their male classmates had picked up on the change in her. Draco had been doing a fair amount of hexing as a consequence.
He flicked his eyes up to her face, seeing that Granger had one of those patient looks on her face, as if she was still thinking about whatever essay she had planned to do tonight. That would not do. Draco would settle for nothing short of her quivering in need of him. He slid his hands around to her bum under her skirt, pinching one side.
"Now, Mummy, play nicely," Draco said before tugging her skirt down.
"Malfoy..." Granger said in warning.
He barely heard her. Draco had been confronted by the site of her sexy little knickers under her baby belly. He peered around her hip, gazing upon her arse. It had filled in a little as she gained her baby weight and was now accented by delicate silk fabric.
Standing, Draco dropped his trousers and peeled off his shirt as fast as he could. When he sat on the old teacher's desk, Granger watched him. She liked it when he was nude and her eyes traced up and down his body, lingering on the tent in his pants. When she started to move toward him, he held up his hand. "You know what I want first."
Her face was blank for a moment, and then her tongue pressed under her lip. "You know, Malfoy, a psychologist might have some insights on this for you."
"I'm waiting," Draco said. He leaned back on one hand and took his prick in the other, pulling it out so she could watch.
Granger took her position then, centring herself directly in front of Draco. Her hands slid down her arms, over her belly, and then under, coming together at her core. He watched her shiver in the cool air, and he hummed. That got her attention, and she looked up at him. She looked like a fertility goddess, and Draco smeared the fluid that wept from his prick over the palm of his hand.
With her hands together between her legs, her tits were squeezed forward, and Draco could really see how swollen they'd become. She must feel it, too, because Granger moved her hands directly to her breasts, cradling the extra weight. Draco hummed again, but he suspected it was more of a growl now.
"Oh, Daddy," Hermione whispered and looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Gorgeous, Mummy."
Then she moved one hand so her tits were cradled, just barely, in the crook of her arm and caressed her belly. Fingertips traced around her naval, and then her palm caressed the skin as she reached back. Her body was starting to turn pink with the heat of her arousal, and she tossed her hair around her shoulders.
Draco threw his head back and moaned. He took a couple hard pulls off his cock. When he looked up again, Granger was looking at him oddly.
"It's just hair, Malfoy."
Her tone was snotty and disbelieving. Draco hopped off the desk in a flash, kicking out of his pants, and pressed his body against hers. He gripped her hair, curling it around his fist a couple times before pulling so her face angled toward his.
"You are so daft sometimes." He proceeded to snog her until she was clutching him, her short nails scraping at his ribs. Then he pulled back, and with her hair still in his fist, walked backward until he bumped the table. "Say it."
Granger's body was radiating heat now, and her eyes were dilated, and her lips were plump from snogging. She caressed him, her hands drifting towards his cock as she went. "Daddy."
"Again!" Draco demanded even as he worked to move back onto the desk.
"Daddy!"
When he had enough desk under his arse, he lifted her up and into his lap. Draco manoeuvred her hips until his cock was at her opening. "You want this?"
"Yes, Daddy."
And then he was in her, thrusting up hard. Granger sunk down on him, too. She loved having his cock. Her hands moved to his shoulders for balance, and Draco had to lean a little to accommodate her beautiful body. Draco pushed his fingers into her hair, a loose grip in the wild tresses. Then his other hand was tracing over her, memorizing each deeper curve. He would do this again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.
"Who's the most gorgeous mummy?"
"Me?" Granger asked, her eyes half-opening at his new question.
"Who has the prettiest tits?" Draco asked, before sucking one nipple between his lips.
She couldn't respond, only arch back and squeal with pleasure. Draco pulled back, just scraping her nipple with his teeth. After a loud 'pop', he switched sides. Granger lost all control then, and Draco had to use his free hand to control the rhythm of her cunt on his cock. He sucked and nibbled her breast, wanting to mark it. Then he let it go with another 'pop'.
He moved his mouth to her neck. "Who gave you that beautiful baby belly, Granger? ...Say it." He applied lips and teeth to her neck, marking as much of her fair flesh as he could manage.
"Oh, you! Yes!" Her hands were in his hair now, holding his mouth to her neck as she moaned and whimpered, working down his prick again and again.
"Say it!" Draco gave a tug on her hair again, exposing her neck on the other side before attacking it.
"Daddy!"
Then he let go of her hair and cupped her baby belly with his hand, his thumb in her navel and his little finger slipping down just low enough to play with her clit while he finished fucking her. It was hard, ruthless, but with the attention to her clit, she was coming apart around him in no time.
Their groans echoed in the old room, trailing into laboured breathing. Draco held her tight in his arms, loving the idea of his seed inside her when she was already with child. He tried to stop thinking, only listening to the sound of her pulse and his, and maybe the life inside her. With his eyes closed, it was easy to believe they were all there was to the world.
Author: Sapphire Phoenix (
phoenix_fancies)Prompt Number: 156 submitted by
rzzmgKink Showcased: Intentional Impregnation
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): DM/HG
Summary: Draco is a man on a mission, and he doesn’t mind one bit.
Warnings: Non-Con
Word Count: 4850
Author's Notes: I loved writing this prompt! Big thanks to
literaryspell for the beta work, any and all mistakes that remain are mine.It was surprisingly easy to start. Draco only had to Apparate into her bedroom and set his tools where he needed them. Within minutes, every snare in his trap was set.
Now he only had to wait and watch. The Dark Lord sat, observing, eager to see the first thread of Draco's well-woven plan. It was, of course, a benevolent gift from his master that brought him to this moment. Undermine Potter by getting Granger out of the way, and what better way than to be impregnated by Potter's worst rival.
Finally, the door to Granger's bedroom opened. It was visible through one of the magic mirrors that Draco had left there during his visit. She haphazardly shoved her trunk to the side of the door, out of the way. Then she peeled off her Hogwarts uniform and moved to pull clothes from her closet.
Draco's eyes wandered over the image of Hermione in her skivvies. Her hips were round enough, and her breasts perky despite a bit of heft. Then, the Muggle clothes. A thin top, fashionable, Draco supposed, and a denim skirt. Granger turned and shouted something out from the still open door. It was muted, but he suspected her parents were waiting to take her out to dinner.
He hoped she wasn't ready to leave yet. Draco glanced at the Dark Lord. His attention was moving between the mirrors in front of them, watching as Granger moved about her room.
Draco held his breath until Granger finally sat down at her vanity, pulling out a paddle brush from a drawer. She dragged it through her hair quickly, making it even more unruly than it had been before. At last, she set down the brush, and her body stiffened as she saw what Draco had left for her.
It was a drawing. Most people didn't know that Draco had a talent for portraiture, but Granger would, now. He had worked on it since the Dark Lord had given him this directive weeks ago. It was of Granger, swollen in child-bearing. A man stood behind her, his head bent over her neck so only his blond hair could be seen. She'd make quick work of the suggestion, Draco was sure.
The genius of the drawing was two-fold. It was magical, of course, and after she set it down for the first time, it would begin to change. Second, and this had been the most painstaking part of artistry, was the smile on her face. It was so pleased, her eyebrows arched in such a way as to suggest hopefulness. Her expression was very subtle and just what he needed. He had spent hours observing her to get it just right, but he didn't mind. Draco had begun to enjoy his observations of her, fantasising about her body as he drew her again and again.
In the mirror, Hermione was peering about her room with her eyes narrowed, but she wouldn't find any of the mirrors that put her on display for them. She also wouldn't have to wait to have her questions answered. It would all be settled soon enough.
Around him, the pleased chuckle of the Dark Lord sounded. He excused Draco, who bowed before him, before going to check on his potion.
The next night Draco was leaning against a tree in a park near Granger's house. As he had been doing throughout the day, he watched her in a small hand mirror. Now, she was preparing for bed. She refused to look at the drawing, even though it sat on her desk as plain as day. Earlier, she had moved it from her vanity to a drawer. Then, she had nearly binned it but had thought better of it. She had put it on her desk and moved to read in her bed. Draco had caught her looking at it when her focus wandered.
Having watched her all day, he knew she was ripe for his next move. She just needed to close her door to her parents for the night, and he would make his move. Draco waited as she was moved about. Draco smiled. She was so nervous, flitting here and there. If he knew Granger at all, she had been thinking of his drawing all day, when she could pull here eyes from it. When Granger did look at it, there would be plenty to see.
The Draco in the drawing would have been fondling the picture-Granger. It would act out all of his fantasies, and Draco had indulged himself in quite a few lately. Had she seen him standing behind her with her swollen breasts in his hands, weighing them, squeezing them? He was thrilled by the thought of seeing milk dripping from them. Then he would slide his hands down over her belly, feeling for signs of life from his child.
The Dark Lord had promised him that. He had full rights to the child and its mother. He would own Hermione Granger after the Dark Lord won, and that idea pleased Draco very much.
Pulling from his thoughts, Draco turned back to the mirror in time to see her turn on the light beside the bed and close her bedroom door. He Apparated into her room with a practiced silence few could master. She had no idea that he was there until he pulled her body against his. He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and felt her pulse beating like a bird trying to fly free.
"Mal-foy!" she cried out in anger, but her voice cracked, belying her fear.
He traced his lips up to her ear and whispered, "At your service."
"Fuck off before I call the Aurors."
It was a hollow threat. Her wand was on the bed, and her wrists were in his hands. There was no way she could do anything. Further, Draco was sure she was too curious to want to. "But then you'll never know."
He was kissing her face softly, and although she pulled away from him as much as she could, Draco felt her cheeks get hot on his lips. He had a bit of a speech planned, and he began it as quietly as he could while he turned to stand in front of her, still holding her wrists firmly in each hand.
"The Dark Lord has plans for us, Hermione, plans for you. I think, although you might object on principle, you'll be clever enough to see reason. This is a war. It's your friend Harry—" Draco paused to kiss her forehead and look deep into her eyes, "—against a horrible, heartless monster. And if Harry loses, what will happen to you? To your parents? Your friends?"
Granger's teeth began to grind, and Draco could see her fury burning up at him. She wasn't fighting though, her mind overruling her brash reflexes for a change.
"If you were mine, you'd be safe. Think of it as a contingency plan. I think you know that a Malfoy takes care of what is his."
Draco paused again to cast a spell so that Granger's body was immobilized. It wasn't the elementary spell they learned at Hogwarts, but something stronger, something more specific. He wanted her to feel him, and he needed her to feel at least a little in control. She was standing before him now, hands fisted at her sides, looking up at him.
He stroked her face and hair, being as tender as he could be. "You've been looking at my drawing, Hermione. Are you ready for your future?"
"I would never sleep with you, Malfoy, never mind have your child!" She sneered at him.
Her chest was heaving against his magical bindings. It was very curious to see. She appeared to be free, but her body was constrained. Draco, whose libido had been on fire since he put his lips to her neck, was hot and hard for her in return.
"So predictable, Granger. Fortunately for you, I have this." Draco held up a phial with a shimmering blue potion inside that.
She eyed it warily. "What is that?"
"A fertility potion."
"No! No, Malfoy! This has gone far enough!"
"You're going to drink it, Hermione, so we can make a baby," Draco said and cupped her face with his hand. He Accioed the drawing from her desk and set it to hovering at her eye level.
Her eyes flicked between his face and the parchment.
Draco stepped around her body again, aware of her like never before. He pressed his hard-on into the curve of her lower back and spread his fingers over her belly. "There is nothing more beautiful in this world than a pregnant woman, Hermione, and you will shine when you carry my child. Look at the picture, Hermione. Look at the possibilities."
Draco rubbed his cheek against her hair before holding her head so she was staring at the parchment. The couple in the drawing were quite busy now. Her head was thrown back as his pale arm disappeared under her thin white dress, his wrist moving rhythmically. The couple began to sway as she approached heights of ecstasy, and Draco smiled as Hermione's breath deepened in front of him.
Then the picture shifted, and the Draco in the drawing was standing before her. He pulled the front of her dress down, exposing her swollen breasts. He took one dark nipple into his mouth and sucked, pulling away from her body. They watched as her breast dangled heavily between his lips and her chest, full and ripe.
Hermione's breathing broke into a whimper, and Draco let the parchment fall to the floor. With his hand in her hair, Draco pulled her head so he could whisper in her ear. "We are made to breed, Hermione, and you will be divine with my child. Are you ready to drink the potion?"
The stubborn little witch shook her head in the negative. With one last grind against her body, Draco moved to stand before her again. He did not miss how her skin went to gooseflesh when the cool air hit her in his absence.
"What if I say ‘please’?" Draco felt like a cat toying with a mouse now. She declined again, and he smiled, uncorking the phial. When he lifted it to her lips, she squeezed them closed, eyebrows lifting in a challenge. "I won't ask again," Draco said, his tone turning serious.
She kept her lips tight and shook her head.
"Fine." Draco plugged her nose and waited for her mouth to pop open as she gasped for breath. He let her exhale before he dumped the potion into her mouth. With that done he pulled her head back gently, cradling it at an angle where she had no choice but to swallow. Her tongue tried to force the potion from her mouth but could not. After she drank it down, he helped her return her head to an upright position, rubbing her neck and shoulders and trying to soothe her.
She started to sniffle. He looked into her eyes, but she wouldn't meet his gaze.
"It didn't taste that bad, now." Draco, fully aware that he was invading her space, stroked her face and hair again.
Granger scowled at him. "I don't want to do this!"
Draco smiled. "Don't lie. You want me to do all those things you saw, Hermione. I can feel your skin, hear your breath. I bet your knickers are nearly soaked through by now. I know watching us in that drawing got you hot, admit it."
"Yes!" she blurted out. Her face was one of shock and fear. She had meant to say no, he was sure, but there was a little matter of the truth serum that he had laced into the fertility potion. "But that doesn't me we should! You can stop this, Malfoy. We're just kids. Kids shouldn't have children."
"Just kids? You don't look like a child to me, Hermione." Draco leaned forward and grabbed Granger's bum, pulling it up his thigh. Her toes barely touched the floor, and her thighs were spread over his. "This is war, and you understand that losing the war is a possibility."
"Ye-es." Her voice cracked with sorrow as tears slid down her face.
Draco pressed a finely woven cloth to her skin. Once he'd mopped up her face, he kissed her. Her lips were swollen and quivering, but he took her tongue into his mouth, caressing it with his own. She tasted of potion and fear. With one hand on her hip, he ground his thigh against her core. When he felt her body give over to him, he pulled back and asked, "You like that?"
Her face was filled with shame as she whispered, "Yes."
"There now, you can be agreeable when you want to be." Draco watched as her faced turned down in that way he was so familiar with.
“Fertility potions make you aroused, Ferret, so don’t feel so proud of yourself!” She was angry with him, a much more usual thing for her, and she seemed to finally get her bearings.
That was a major turn-on for him, and he squeezed her bum, pulling her closer and applying his lips to her neck. “The potion will only get us so far, Hermione, and the rest is all me.”
Granger seemed to realise that she had no options for getting out of this, and her eyes rose to the ceiling. "You're an evil little shit, Malfoy."
"Perhaps, but I think you’re ready now." He unclasped his belt and pulled it from the loops in his trousers. Draco stripped slowly, drawing her attention to his chest, his arms, his proud erection. Through it all, he'd been ready for her, and now she would know just what that meant. She was breathing deeply by the time he stood naked before her. "I'm not foolish enough to think that you won't Disapparate or try to stun me or something if I unbind you, so you're staying bound. I'll try to make this pleasurable for you, as much as I can."
Draco lifted her spelled-stiff body up from the floor and lay her down on her bed. He stubbed his toe on a particularly thick, heavy book, and swore. Granger snorted, almost laughing before she caught herself. He scowled. The exchange was almost playful, but not quite. He began to strip her of her day clothes, having come in just before she changed into her pyjamas. She tensed under his hands, but a flick of the wand, and the parchment was up again, floating over her face. It was his promise of what was to come, and she needed to see it.
By the time he was pulling down her knickers, her cunt was fragrant and swollen slightly. Draco manoeuvred her legs so she was spread for him. "What are they doing that has you so wet?" He knelt between her legs, taking up some of her fluids to smear over his prick.
"She's kneeling, on her hands and knees, and he's taking her from behind, squeezing her breasts."
Draco surveyed her body. "Your breasts. Those are yours. What else?"
"She looks so pleased. It's a lie; I know it is, but she looks beautiful and pleased."
While Granger was distracted by her descriptions, Draco knelt between her thighs and aligned himself with her opening. He dropped forward, hands by her shoulders, and then penetrated her. Her groan was a higher pitch than his. Draco took a deep breath and said, ""Gravid', Granger, the word you're looking for is 'gravid'." Then, he began pumping into her, slow at first but his pace quickened after a short while.
Her soft grunts below him stopped, and he watched her head push into the pillow when she asked, "What'd you call me?"
Draco plunged into her, hard, and held his place. Her mouth dropped open into a perfect 'o', and then she whined. It was a delectable noise. "Granger."
She was panting, and that look of concentration pulled her eyebrows down. "You were calling me ‘Hermione’ before. Uuhn!"
He smiled as she groaned, and he began moving again. He was more thorough now, sliding deep and slow, exploring her channel. "I was ...executing the ...directive, then. Now... shagging ...very fit witch." Then, he grabbed her breast with his left hand and pulled her nipple away from her body until she keened. With that, Draco lost all his patience and drove into her like a wild man. He fucked her hard until he released inside of her.
Staying inside of her as long as he could was difficult; his hyper-sensitive body longed to curl up under a blanket and sleep, but he could not. He wasn't quite finished yet. "How does the light work?" Draco asked, pushing up from Granger's body.
She was still breathing heavily when she said, "Pull the little chain."
Draco did, and the room went dark. It was possible that the Dark Lord was watching them, an idea that Draco had ignored until this moment. He didn't like the idea of his master watching him fuck Granger, but he wasn't going to let him watch what was going to happen next. Now that the room was dark, Draco pulled out, the changes in pressure on his cock making him feel light-headed. He put a pillow under Hermione's hips, hoping to keep as much of his seed in her for as long as possible. It was likely she had already conceived, but he wanted to be certain of it.
After moving her body into a more comfortable position on the pillow, Draco stretched beside her, resting his head on his hand. He looked at her face in the soft darkness of the room. Sometimes he could feel her breath over him, but then her head would turn away. After a while, he thought she was asleep, thanks to the sedative that was also laced into the potion. He reached for his wand and cast a little spell, checking to see if his seed took. It had. Draco smiled. He and Professor Snape had worked on the potion for months, and now it was done!
Warding the room from intruders, Draco gathered the light blanket around them, and finally let himself sleep. He dozed off smiling, thoughts of the future buoying his spirit.
Draco stalked behind Granger as she waddled down the castle hallway. It wasn't pronounced yet, but he knew what to look for. She was headed for an old classroom, one away from the prying eyes of their fellow students. She was alone, her friends having left her behind at Hogwarts due to her condition, running off on whatever foolishness they thought might stop the Dark Lord. Weasley had been particularly irate upon hearing the news. He smiled as she made the sharp turn into their meeting place. Draco was all she had now, him and their baby.
He caught the door behind her just in time to keep it from closing. His entrance was silent. Draco was about to pull her to him when she turned, her wand at the ready.
"Oh," she said. "It's you." Granger pocketed her wand and braced her hands on her lower back.
First things first, Draco passed her the nutritive potion she had to take daily. She uncorked it and tipped the bottom up. Then she passed the phial back to him and moved to pick up her bag, making as if to leave.
"You're not leaving yet." He advanced on her. Granger opened her mouth to complain, probably about some homework assignment that she wanted to work on, but Draco wasn't interested. Instead, he grabbed her hand and pulled her too him. "I have plans for you tonight. Show me."
She looked up at him, disbelief plain on her face. They were not friends. Most of the time, she still hated him with a palpable passion. However, when he could remind her of what they shared, she transformed for him. With a resigned sigh, she shed her school robe and unbuttoned her oxford shirt. It was just three buttons that (barely) held her shirt closed over her belly, but the sight made Draco's cock throb. "Take it all off." He stroked his hand over her navel, desperate for it to pop out. Soon.
"Malfoy! I have things to do."
Draco stepped forward, finding her nipples through her shirt and bra and rolling them. "You only have one thing to do, and that is to show me how sexy you are." He pulled on her nipples, alternating left and right, and watched as Granger lost herself.
She tried to deny it, but she wanted to fuck him. Her head fell back as she sighed unevenly. That only made Draco want her more, and he pulled her shirt open, relishing the little rips behind her buttons. Her shirt fluttered to the floor, exposing her body to him.
Her bra was ill-fitting now, and he frowned. "Why didn't you tell me about that?" Draco caressed the tops of her breasts as they flowed over the pretty brassiere he'd given her.
"It just happened. One day they were normal and the next... Tits!"
Reaching around her, he removed the expensive lingerie, stealing caresses as he moved. "Tits indeed." And in the next moment, Draco was on his knees with his mouth on one. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, darker than ever now. Then he sucked in as much as he could, looking up at her while he suckled. He found a rhythm she seemed to like and kept at it until her jaw slackened.
It took a moment for her to give in to him, but she did at last. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. "Look at you, on your knees for a Mudblood."
Draco nipped her breast and pulled back, smiling. He caressed the bump over her tummy. "Do you think he'll be like Nymphadora?"
Granger grabbed his hair and tugged so he was looking at her. "He?"
Pulling his head back, feeling his hair pull through her fingers, Draco chuckled. "Of course. You're going to give me a son. And another. You should get used to being pregnant, I plan to keep you like this." He half expected her to pick up the debate they had started having lately about whether it would be a boy or a girl, but she didn't.
He was kissing her belly and rubbing his cock through his trousers. Draco had known that he would be attracted to her like this, but he had underestimated it. Granger was the sort of woman who glowed in her pregnancy. No one else in school knew about it yet, but their male classmates had picked up on the change in her. Draco had been doing a fair amount of hexing as a consequence.
He flicked his eyes up to her face, seeing that Granger had one of those patient looks on her face, as if she was still thinking about whatever essay she had planned to do tonight. That would not do. Draco would settle for nothing short of her quivering in need of him. He slid his hands around to her bum under her skirt, pinching one side.
"Now, Mummy, play nicely," Draco said before tugging her skirt down.
"Malfoy..." Granger said in warning.
He barely heard her. Draco had been confronted by the site of her sexy little knickers under her baby belly. He peered around her hip, gazing upon her arse. It had filled in a little as she gained her baby weight and was now accented by delicate silk fabric.
Standing, Draco dropped his trousers and peeled off his shirt as fast as he could. When he sat on the old teacher's desk, Granger watched him. She liked it when he was nude and her eyes traced up and down his body, lingering on the tent in his pants. When she started to move toward him, he held up his hand. "You know what I want first."
Her face was blank for a moment, and then her tongue pressed under her lip. "You know, Malfoy, a psychologist might have some insights on this for you."
"I'm waiting," Draco said. He leaned back on one hand and took his prick in the other, pulling it out so she could watch.
Granger took her position then, centring herself directly in front of Draco. Her hands slid down her arms, over her belly, and then under, coming together at her core. He watched her shiver in the cool air, and he hummed. That got her attention, and she looked up at him. She looked like a fertility goddess, and Draco smeared the fluid that wept from his prick over the palm of his hand.
With her hands together between her legs, her tits were squeezed forward, and Draco could really see how swollen they'd become. She must feel it, too, because Granger moved her hands directly to her breasts, cradling the extra weight. Draco hummed again, but he suspected it was more of a growl now.
"Oh, Daddy," Hermione whispered and looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Gorgeous, Mummy."
Then she moved one hand so her tits were cradled, just barely, in the crook of her arm and caressed her belly. Fingertips traced around her naval, and then her palm caressed the skin as she reached back. Her body was starting to turn pink with the heat of her arousal, and she tossed her hair around her shoulders.
Draco threw his head back and moaned. He took a couple hard pulls off his cock. When he looked up again, Granger was looking at him oddly.
"It's just hair, Malfoy."
Her tone was snotty and disbelieving. Draco hopped off the desk in a flash, kicking out of his pants, and pressed his body against hers. He gripped her hair, curling it around his fist a couple times before pulling so her face angled toward his.
"You are so daft sometimes." He proceeded to snog her until she was clutching him, her short nails scraping at his ribs. Then he pulled back, and with her hair still in his fist, walked backward until he bumped the table. "Say it."
Granger's body was radiating heat now, and her eyes were dilated, and her lips were plump from snogging. She caressed him, her hands drifting towards his cock as she went. "Daddy."
"Again!" Draco demanded even as he worked to move back onto the desk.
"Daddy!"
When he had enough desk under his arse, he lifted her up and into his lap. Draco manoeuvred her hips until his cock was at her opening. "You want this?"
"Yes, Daddy."
And then he was in her, thrusting up hard. Granger sunk down on him, too. She loved having his cock. Her hands moved to his shoulders for balance, and Draco had to lean a little to accommodate her beautiful body. Draco pushed his fingers into her hair, a loose grip in the wild tresses. Then his other hand was tracing over her, memorizing each deeper curve. He would do this again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.
"Who's the most gorgeous mummy?"
"Me?" Granger asked, her eyes half-opening at his new question.
"Who has the prettiest tits?" Draco asked, before sucking one nipple between his lips.
She couldn't respond, only arch back and squeal with pleasure. Draco pulled back, just scraping her nipple with his teeth. After a loud 'pop', he switched sides. Granger lost all control then, and Draco had to use his free hand to control the rhythm of her cunt on his cock. He sucked and nibbled her breast, wanting to mark it. Then he let it go with another 'pop'.
He moved his mouth to her neck. "Who gave you that beautiful baby belly, Granger? ...Say it." He applied lips and teeth to her neck, marking as much of her fair flesh as he could manage.
"Oh, you! Yes!" Her hands were in his hair now, holding his mouth to her neck as she moaned and whimpered, working down his prick again and again.
"Say it!" Draco gave a tug on her hair again, exposing her neck on the other side before attacking it.
"Daddy!"
Then he let go of her hair and cupped her baby belly with his hand, his thumb in her navel and his little finger slipping down just low enough to play with her clit while he finished fucking her. It was hard, ruthless, but with the attention to her clit, she was coming apart around him in no time.
Their groans echoed in the old room, trailing into laboured breathing. Draco held her tight in his arms, loving the idea of his seed inside her when she was already with child. He tried to stop thinking, only listening to the sound of her pulse and his, and maybe the life inside her. With his eyes closed, it was easy to believe they were all there was to the world.
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Date: 2012-02-07 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 03:07 pm (UTC)She is mos' def the brains around here! Brainy enough to use a young man's kink against him, one might say...
:-D Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2012-02-07 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-14 03:09 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it! There is something about a woman with a baby.... it's easy to forget in these modern times.
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Date: 2012-02-08 12:27 am (UTC)Overall, nice interpretation of the prompt! :)
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Date: 2012-02-08 01:50 pm (UTC)I had so much fun writing this, and there are a few things that are still floating around my head for this idea. It's really such an interesting premise! lots of theoretical and practical implications...
Thanks so much! I'm glad it lived up to your expectations!
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Date: 2012-02-08 02:54 am (UTC)I have to think with Hermione not on the camping trip from hell that Draco is right and Riddle will win.
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Date: 2012-02-14 03:12 pm (UTC)Yes... 'daddy' was something that... well, I dunno, it seemed like the right thing to do AND the wrong thing (in the right way?). :-D I'm glad it got you.
The boys would definitely be lost in the woods without her... though Hermione with the whole Hogwarts library at her disposal is hardly something to sniff at...
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Date: 2012-02-08 08:09 pm (UTC)Omg, this was expertly done. I loved how in-character and age appropriate Draco and Hermione were. (Aside: I cannot stress age-appropriateness enough) It really grounded the kink for me as I believe teenagers have all the wrong ideas about pregnancy. I appreciate that realism and how you wrote it so they get caught up in the fantasy of being gravid. I think it's awesome that the audience has no idea what's going to happen like new parents (that's elevated writing right there). Cheers to you my friend! :D
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Date: 2012-02-14 03:15 pm (UTC)I agree... sometimes these characters lose their youth in fanfic... we'll just see how Draco like's being a daddy when Hermione points the squalling babe at him :-D
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Date: 2013-02-24 06:13 am (UTC)You should write a sequel telling what the baby is and who won the war!