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You need to have children.
You need to continue the Malfoy name.
You need to have an heir.
Mantras Draco replayed in his head, which had been burned into his mind from a young age. Most Pureblood families only had one child; a few were fortunate to have two. Notably, one, the Weasley’s, had many.
Draco wanted a family like that.
Well, not like the Weasley’s, per se. But he wanted a large family.
Fuck, Malfoy Manor was vast, and he was eager to fill it. But life had other plans, it seemed. His ex-wife, Astoria, had refused to become pregnant. To the point she not only used contraceptive charms unbeknownst to him, but she doubled up on protection by having a little Muggle device implanted into her arm to prevent her from accidental pregnancy. She had a sound reason, Draco knew. Astoria didn’t wish to pass on her blood curse to any possible children.
How un-fucking-lucky for Draco.
He was in a right foul mood when he went to the Ministry with the papers for their divorce. They had been fighting over it for weeks and finally had agreed that this was the best thing for them.
To think he could have been busting a nut into a different witch this entire time and popping out little blonde babes was extremely upsetting.
Draco was crammed into the corner of the lift when one more squeezed in, the witch bustling her way to the open space beside him. He looked down at the familiar bushy hair and let out an audible groan as Hermione Fucking Granger wriggled against the wall beside.
“Hello to you too, Malfoy,” Granger said quietly as she glanced up at him.
“I literally didn’t say anything,” Draco clipped as he tried to turn away, finding his space infinitely more crowded as he glanced down. By her very pregnant stomach. “Shit, sorry.”
He had no interest in pissing off the pregnant witch: he was quite sure Granger— or was she Weasley?— was a formidable force to be reckoned with.
“What?” She glanced down at her stomach in confusion, “Oh, no. You’re fine. Everyone jostles into me anyway. I barely notice it anymore.” She untucked her Daily Prophet from under her arm and shook it open.
“Weasley’s?” He asked against his better judgment.
Draco hadn’t seen any of them in recent months, or even years. He has become rather reclusive in his Manor.
Brown eyes flecked with gold glanced up at home, “Uhm, yes. Or so I hope!” She let out a laugh, “just kidding. It’s Ron’s. Number three.”
Of fucking course that bloody wizard would pump out children.
“Can I ask how far along?”
Her brows knitted in mild confusion, “Well past the estimated delivery date. Let me tell you what, I am ready to evict this child and get on with my life. Babe is taking its sweet time.”
“Aren’t there… ways to fix that?”
“Yes, but Ron hasn’t touched me in weeks. Months? I lost count. Right, well, this is my stop. See you around, Ferret.”
Draco thought about it often, the sight of Granger in the lift at the Ministry. How, despite being obviously exhausted and just over the legacy, she positively glowed. He didn’t know if it was the hormones or what, but her face had been ever so slightly flushed. A subtle sheen clung to her skin. Her hair— which he had always remembered to be an obnoxious mass of tangles— was a cascade of curls. The ringlets were not a dull brown but brilliant shades of mahogany and auburn.
Pregnancy and Granger complimented each other.
So when he happened to come across her just over a year later at the pub, he found himself curious at how the remainder of her pregnancy had gone. Had she gone home and fucked her husband until she went into labor? An odd heat curled through him at the thought of it.
And now here she was, the witch he had thought about far too much. About her pregnancy, how fucking hot she had looked, the fact she has produced multiple children. For that oaf, no less.
And he had no children yet, by anyone.
What. The. Fuck.
Draco found himself sitting on the stool beside her at the bar, flagging down the barkeep to order a drink. He slipped the glass across the counter, picking it up and downing it in one shot.
Granger lifted her brows at him, “Malfoy.”
“How’s married life?” He asked as he set his glass down and ordered another.
Granger let out a laugh, “Married life? You must not read the Daily Prophet? We divorced a few months ago. I’m still dealing with the prick and all the legal costs. He has been taking me through the wringer, I’ll tell you what.” She scoffed as she took a drink from her glass, setting it down on the bar.
“What do you mean?” Draco asked her, waving at the barkeep to bring her a new glass.
She took a drink, making a face as the liquid burned her throat, “His new beau is his lawyer. So while I’m in debt and struggling to pay for mine, he can sleep away his fees.”
Draco saw an opportunity, “I’ll pay for it.”
Granger choked on her drink, coughing violently as she turned to look at him, “Excuse me?”
“I said I’ll cover your costs for you,” He said quietly as he turned towards her.
“No, I heard you the first time. My question is why would you do that? Shit, I haven’t seen you in years and you have no reason to. What’s the catch?”
The words were tumbling from his lips before he could stop them, “I want you to have my child."
Granger blinked owlishly at him as she turned to face him, “I think I misheard you– You want me, a muggleborn, to have your child? Go ask your wife. I don’t even know where to begin with how inappropriate this is.”
“First of all, Astoria is no longer my wife. Secondly, she was infertifile. Thirdly, you…” He stalled for a breathas images of her – pregnant– flashed before him, “You seem very capable of becoming pregnant and having children.”
She scoffed as she took another drink, muttering over the rim of her cup, “Lastly, I don’t care–”
“We can write up an entire contract and hash out all the details, Granger,” Draco said as she turned towards him.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
“This isn’t a joke?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” He rapped his knuckles against the bar as he looked away from her, feeling a sudden tightness in his chest, “Listen. Don’t answer me now. Just…Come over tomorrow. We can discuss everything in private and in detail. Let’s say seven.”
He didn’t wait for a response as he dropped coins on the counter, effectively covering both of their drinks for the evening before he left the bar.
Draco half expected her not to show. Well, not even half. He fully thought she would blow him off. So when the fireplace roared to life, the green flames licking the marble and Granger stepped out into his office in the Manor, it caught him by surprise. She was still dressed smartly in her work attire, a pair of fitted slacks paired with white blouse. He leaned back in his chair, motioning to the seat across from him.
“I don’t even know why I’m here, except for the fact I need the money so I can keep my kids,” Granger started immediately as she hovered by the fireplace, ready to bolt.
“Completely understandable,” Draco murmured in agreement, indicating the chair again to her. He was fairly sure he would go to the ends of the Earth for any children– Gods willing– he had in the future.
Granger seemed to hesitate again before coming forward and sitting down on the edge of the chair, pivoting to face him.
“So… Your offer…” She flushed slightly as she looked up at him, clearing her throat. She dug into her bag, pulling out a carefully folded parchment paper. She unfolded it and smoothed it across her lap, “I wrote down some expectations and stipulations.”
Of bloody course she would come prepared. He had expected no less.
“So did I,” Draco replied smoothly as he slid his paper across the table towards her. She swapped the papers, her eyes scanning over his expectations of their… transaction .
“So we are going to approach this in a professional manner?” She asked quietly as she continued to read through his notes, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes.
“Ideally, yes,” he said simply as he looked down at her paper, noting how organized it was. “I see you bring up some similar concerns to me. Visitation, placement, custody,” He set her page down as he folded his hands on the desk, “I wish to assure you that while our arrangement is completely business, I would never expect you to give up your rights to any child we may procreate. I would like to handle this right from the beginning in creating a schedule between us to make it as comfortable and agreeable as possible.”
Granger nodded her head as she set his paper down, scooting her chair closer to the desk. They worked together to create a placement schedule, making sure to include holidays and the like. As Draco didn’t have to work, he was to keep the child during the day and she would keep the child overnight. Weekends would alternate unless agreed upon by both parties. They would make a show of unity for any future events such as birthdays, extracurricular activities and the like. Within a short period, they had written up a contract and signed it with the agreement that he would pay all her legal fees, provide support to any offspring they may produce and continue to uphold their agreed upon schedule. Should no children occur from the coupling, the contract would be null and void.
“In order to keep this as straightforward as possible,” Granger withdrew a small book from her bag, “We should work around my ovulation schedule to make sure we… um … Well we want to have the best results possible, so there are a few times a month we should plan on setting aside time to perform the act .” She was flushing prettily with each word, clearing her throat as she flipped through the pages. “And I’m actually at my most fertile this week.”
This would be completely professional , Draco reminded himself. Strictly business.
But having Granger standing in his room, hovering just near his bed, nearly broke his restraint.
We have a contract, his mind said firmly.
She had folded her hands in front of her as she looked at his overly sized mattress, the darkly rich green and black silk of the covers beckoning to be sprawled upon. Granger looked out of place in his space, clad in taupes and tans. No, she would look much better stripped and bare, laid out for him on his bed. Unraveling her carefully curated expression with each thrust–
“So how should we do this?” She interrupted his thoughts as she turned to face him, her expression guarded but not unwelcoming. “I assume missionary in order so as best to encourage conception.”
Well, she was certainly attacking this head-on and in a very clinical manner.
“Er, yes. That’s fine,” Draco agreed as he considered her. He motioned to the bed, “Do you… Should we…?”
Her brows lifted slightly as she remained standing besides his bed, pink marching across her cheeks again as she followed the motion of his hand, “Um, yes. Right. Let’s get on with it. I’ll just undress and… Turn around.”
Granger demanded quietly as she turned away. He followed suit, looking up at the ceiling as he listened to her stripping layers of clothing away. His clothing joined hers as he hastily tore off his tie. He could hear the sound of the blankets being pulled back and her slipping between the sheets.
Draco turned around cautiously, his gaze falling upon Granger where she had settled into the middle of his bed, tucked against his headboard. The dark sheets were pulled up to cover her breasts, her eyes steadily fastened on his face as color crept along her neck to her face. He felt his cock stirring at the sight of her, the Golden Girl, in his bed. Naked. His pulse leapt as he knelt on the edge of the bed, moving towards her.
He knew this was supposed to be strictly business, a means to an end…but he couldn’t help but close the distance to her and capture her lips hungrily. Granger let out a surprised sound against his mouth, his hand coming to trace along her cheek as he deepened the kiss. He felt her fingers touching the side of his face as he traced her lips with his tongue, tasting her.
Excitement raced through him as her fingers slipped tentatively into his hair as he dragged the blanket slowly down from her body.
He was kicking the blanket away entirely as he pushed her legs apart with his knees, kissing her rougher. Draco held himself above her, the only place their bodies touching were their lips as he swirled his tongue into her mouth. It was taking everything in him to hold himself still, as he reached between them, finding her cunt.
Granger’s body arched off the bed as his fingers swept along her folds, breaking the kiss as he looked down at her. She was already wet, her pussy hot against his palm as he stroked it slowly. Her breathing had grown shallow as she tightened her grip of his hair, looking at him from beneath heavy lids.
“You’re already fucking wet,” Draco said as he leaned back to watch his fingers teasing her, her arousal glistening on his hand as he pressed a finger into her. She keened as her head fell back against the pillow, pressing herself against his hand as he slowly stroked her, feeling the way her walls clenched around him.
“I pre-gamed,” She whispered as she dragged his mouth back to hers.
Holy shit.
He nearly lost it in that moment, thinking of Granger playing her own cunt. Her fingers pounding into her sweet little pussy as she thought of him fucking her. Filling her up. He struggled to catch his breath as he removed his hand from her to grip the base of his cock, moving forward until the head was resting against her lips.
They both froze for a moment, knowing they were about to cross an unspoken barrier.
A barrier that was about the be destroyed by the fact that he was going to fuck her in his bed with the blatant need to fill her with his cum. And that the fucking Golden Girl was going to let him do it.
“I have a date tonight,” Granger said matter-of-factly as she looked up at him, her fingers twisting into his hair. There was a slight waver to her voice, “We should get on with this.”
Draco felt an intense surge of jealousy flood through him as he looked down at her, the way her curls spilled across his pillows, in his bed, her body dripping for him and she had the gall to say she had a date? He would make sure Granger thought of him during her date when she ruined the seat with his cum as it dripped from her cunt.
He dragged the head of his cock between her lips, teasing her clit as he stroked it back and forth.
“I didn’t know you were such a whore Granger,” He drawled as he kept his lips just above hers. Irritation flashed across her face fleetingly until he pressed against her entrance, “Fucking me, letting me fill you with my cum and then going about your evening?” Her nails scraped along the back of his skull, sending shivers down his spine.
“Just shut up and fuck me, Malfoy,” Granger ground out as she lifted her hips towards him, the head of his cock pressing into her slowly.
His restraint snapped as he roughly gripped her chin between his fingers, his lips crashing into hers as he buried the length of his cock into her in one hard thrust. She let out a grunt against his mouth as he pulled back and slammed into her again.
“You’re so fucking mouthy,” Draco growled against her lips as he fell into a punishing pace, her cunt gripping him with every stroke. Her nails bit into his shoulder as she clung to him, “I think you just agreed to this contract because you were so eager to be fucked and filled by my cum.”
Granger shook her head slightly even though her body quivered beneath his with every thrust, her quiet little moans disappearing beneath the obscene sounds of his cock slamming into her wet pussy.
“Quit talking,” She demanded hotly, her words broken apart as Draco buried his cock into her throbbing cunt.
His hand slipped down to cradle her throat as her fingers twisted into his hair, pulling his mouth from hers. He pinned her down to the bed, watching the flush spreading across her cheek as he fucked her harder. He could feel her pulse leaping beneath his fingertips as he held her down, watching her head roll back as he drove her towards her climax. Draco reached between them, his fingers finding her clit as he pounded his cock into her. She was writhing beneath him, her hips rising to meet his, her pussy clenching around him. She clung to his arm as he held himself above her, the room filled with the delicious sounds of her drenched cunt taking each brutal thrust. He felt her shatter beneath him as his fingers teased her pussy in time with his strokes, her cry of pleasure cut off as he tightened his fingers around her throat.
Draco buried his cock once more into her as her pussy gripped him, feeling the walls fluttering around his length as he felt his own climax hitting him. He could momentarily see stars as he filled her cunt with thick ropes of his cum, a groan tearing itself from his throat.
His grip loosened on her throat as he struggled to catch his breath, bracing himself above her as he kept his cock in her pussy. She was sucking in oxygen as he released her, red marks along the side of her throat from his fingers. Her hand came to her neck, her own her fingers tracing along the marksas she looked up at him.
“Did you leave bruises on me?” Granger asked in disbelief.
He was still hard inside her cunt, feeling it fluttering around him as he slid himself slowly out and then back in. Her walls felt coated in his cum, causing him to grow hard again at the sensation of her wet cunt – wet from him .
“The least of your worries is going to be bruises,” Draco grunted as he grabbed her by the hips, roughly tossing her onto her stomach.
“Excuse–” He kicked her legs apart as he fisted her hair, dragging her onto her hands and knees in front of him. He pressed the head of his still hard cock against her pussy, feeling it slick with want and his seed, her words falling nearly silent as he buried himself into her with one stroke, “... me .”
Granger’s word was a groan as she pressed her forehead to the mattress, his hands gripping her waist. Draco pulled her back against him with each thrust, her ass cheeks hitting against his hips as he fucked her. He could feel their combined juices slipping out with each punishing thrust into her, the sound driving him. He ran a hand along her back, pressing down between her shoulder blades and arching her chest down into the mattress. She twisted the sheet between her fingers as pinned her down, his cock sliding through his cum. He looked down between them to where they were joint, groaning in pleasure as he watched her cunt stretch to take his entire length, taking him.
Fuck, he couldn't wait to see her swollen with his child. Children, ideally. He could fuck her every day and never grow tired of her cunt.
Her walls were clenching around him desperately as she pushed herself back against him with each thrust, her knees sliding forward as he took her hard er and faster, desperate to fill her and claim her. The thought of her, filled and dripping his cum while she sat at some fancy restaurant was enough to send him over the edge. He buried himself into her one last time, his cum erupting to fill her throbbing cunt. He leaned forward until his forehead rested against her shoulder, panting as his body shuddered from a second orgasm.
Draco kept himself inside her pussy, feeling the way the walls clenched at him as he reached a hand beneath to stroke her clit. Her body trembled beneath his as he teased her clit, needing to drive her to her own climax before he let her leave. He circled the tight little bud, hearing her gasp and feeling her grind against his hand as he pressed a hot kiss to her shoulder blade. She was shuddering beneath him with each teasing touch to her sensitive clit, her hips moving against him as he pushed her towards her climax.
“Wait –” Granger moaned into the blanket as she reached down to grip his wrist, her hips still moving against him as he relentlessly drove her forward, “Oh gods…Draco… Please.”
Bloody hell, his name sounded like sweet on falling from lips in a broken plea.
“Cum on my dick,” Draco demanded as he held her beneath him, her body fighting against the pleasure. His words drove her over the edge, her pussy clamping down around his cock as she fell into her orgasm. He could feel her body trembling beneath his and he loved watching Granger fall apart and lose control as the pleasure she had tried to deny took hold.
He felt the waves start to subside as he eased out of her, pushing her forward so she could lay on her stomach. Draco took the opportunity of her languished pose to stroke a hand along the curve of her ass, chewing his bottom lip as he bit back groan at the teasing sight of glistening cunt, just peeking out at him. Lips that were glistening with her own arousal and his cum.
Draco couldn’t help himself as he traced a finger along her lips, rubbing his seed along her slit before pressing a finger into her cunt. She arched slightly at the intrusion, turning her flushed face to look at him.
He toyed with her pussy, his cock growing hard yet again at the sight of how slick his finger was when he pulled out.
“Make sure you keep my cum inside you tonight, Granger,” He leaned forward, sliding his finger along her bottom lip, “Or else I’ll have to fill you up again.”
Granger closed her lips over his finger, her tongue tracing along it as she took it into her mouth. After she sucked it clean, she smirked at him, “Is that a promise?”