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A/N: I asked for prompts in my last story and you all delivered! I had so many and they were all amazing. It was so hard to choose one but choose I did. This one stuck with me and I wrote it out super quick. (That's right, it's already written and ready to go!) I'm not saying who's prompt it is because I still want you to read it but hopefully it will be easy to figure out! (This chapter starts off earning it's rating. I've put some astericks to seperate it out in case you would rather skip those parts!) ENJOY!

Chapter 1

He thrust into her, her hands gripping the headboard so tightly her knuckles were whiter than the sheets on her bed. She arched her back as he kissed her spine, nipping gently at the nape of her neck before his tongue darted out to lick her in the same spot, her skin pebbling with the ministrations. She moaned and reached down, her fingers finding her bud as she rubbed circles on the sensitive area and pushed her hips back.

"I love it when you do that," he murmured in her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe and she pushed back harder as they continued to move as one until she cried out, falling over the edge. He came soon after, her name on his lips as he pressed his forehead against her back as he came undone.

They lay there in silence for a few moments after, their sated bodies sweaty in the sheets, until she finally pulled herself up and found her silk pyjamas and then slid back into bed.

"You forgot the incantation," he murmured sleepily and she frowned but moved to sit up and pulled her wand from where she kept it on the bedside table, quickly performing the spell that kept her from falling pregnant.

She had hoped-

She shook her head as she fell back into the bed and he opened up his arms to her before pulling her tightly against his side.

"Love you 'Mione." He muttered as he drifted off to sleep and she smiled lightly to herself as she craned her neck up to kiss the underside of his slightly scruffy jaw.

"Love you too Draco," she whispered before sleep quickly overcame her as well.

He was still sleeping when she woke the next morning, and she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's inability to get up on time. Sometimes she wasn't sure how he still had a job but she imagined being a Malfoy had its own perks.

Not that she would know.

She sighed once more and leaned over, brushing a kiss on his forehead before she headed out the door, arriving at the small café she and Ginny frequented before work five minutes earlier than their normal time. Thus, she was surprised to see the witch already inside, waiting for her.

"You're early," Hermione commented as she entered the building, eyeing the redhead before her. If there was anyone that could give Draco a run for his money on sleeping in, it was Ginny Weasley-Potter.

Ginny shrugged, "I have an appointment today so I'm not going to the pitch."

Hermione narrowed her eyes as the pair approached the counter and ordered their drinks. It was the third time that Ginny had sat out practice in the past week alone. The last time she had done that was when she had contracted Black Cat Flu whilst playing in Asia.

"You're not ill again are you?" Hermione asked and she watched as Ginny's face turned pink, all the way to the tips of her ears before she picked up her mug and hurriedly turned to find a table.

"No…I mean, not really, I just-"

Hermione leveled her friend with a glare and Ginny finally sighed, "Oh fine, I'll tell you but you have to keep it quiet."

Hermione nodded once as they both slid into a seat at their usual table and Ginny bit her lip.

"We're… well that is to say, I'm pregnant."

Hermione gasped, nearly knocking over her tea before she composed herself and reached out, grabbing Ginny's hand. "What? When did you find out?"

"Two weeks ago. We didn't want to tell anyone until we knew for sure, which is why the appointment today. And of course Harry is being an overprotective git and won't allow me to play so I'm benched until then anyway and-"

Hermione chuckled and let go of her friends hand to sip on her tea as Ginny did the same, "I'm happy for you." She finally said.

Ginny smiled, blushing once more, and nodding, "We are too."

"And don't worry," Hermione assured her, "My lips are sealed."

Ginny smiled, "Good, because mum would definitely murder me if she knew I told someone else before her."

The pair laughed at that, knowing full well the extent of the Weasley matriarch's disappointment. They continued on, drinking their tea as they talked of their weekends and their plans for the week until Ginny's mobile beeped (Harry's idea, she replied with a roll of her eyes) and she had to say goodbye.

Hermione left soon after, wrapping her scarf around her neck at the chill that had permeated the London air as she headed for the ministry.

She hadn't been lying when she told Ginny she was happy for her. Of course she was happy for two of her best friends, but that didn't meant the twinge of jealousy hadn't taken root inside her gut, threatening to rear its ugly head. She had been with Draco for seven years now and in those seven years she had never thought so much about marriage and family as she had in the past few weeks. At first she had blamed the fact that all of her friends were settling down, even Ronald had found a girlfriend in the past few months. But now, now she wasn't so sure.

Her thoughts wandered to the man she had left sleeping in her bed and before her she imagined her life as she dreamed it would be; the little blonde hair and brown eyed children that would call her mummy and would look so like their father. She imagined Draco, holding each of their children as the memory of when she first felt that yearning grow within her played in the forefront of her mind.

"That's Sofia and that's Isabella?" Hermione asked of the wrinkled little creatures in front of her.

"No," Draco said, "That's Fia and that's Isa."

"How would you know?" Hermione protested as she picked up the nearest infant and snuggled her against her body.

"He's right," Pansy said with a smile as she picked up the remaining baby, "I don't know how but he is."

"It's all in the eyes," Draco said as though it were the most obvious explanation in the world. At that moment the fireplace chimed from the other room and Pansy sighed as she stood up before passing the baby in her arms to Draco, "Wait, Pans!"

"You'll be fine," Pansy said, "And I'll be right back."

Hermione giggled at her boyfriend who only glared at her as the baby began to whimper.

"Don't you dare start crying on Uncle Draco," he commanded softly as he smiled down at the little girl, "I won't allow it."

She rolled her eyes but, to her surprise, the baby stopped fussing and Draco smiled as he held up his hand, letting her little fist latch onto his thumb.

"You're good with her," Hermione said after a minute.

Draco smiled when he looked up at her, "Of course I am. I have a way with the ladies."

Hermione scoffed but pressed forward anyway, "You would make a good father Draco."

Draco stiffened then, his mouth pulling down into a hard line and the baby once against started fussing in his arms. He didn't have to soothe her this time however as Pansy reappeared in the door, her husband in tow with drinks, and the conversation of children had halted.

They didn't speak much of children again after that. Sofia and Isabella had just turned four and their little brother had turned two only three weeks before that. It was something she had come to accept. Draco hadn't wanted children and if she wanted to be with Draco, which she did, then that was something she would have to compromise.

Hermione arrived at the ministry at half past eight and she headed up to her office, waving good morning to those that called out as she passed until she had arrived at her door and climbed inside of it. She gave herself a moment, only a moment, to compose herself before she let it go; as she had become so accustomed to doing. By the time she left her office, twenty minutes later, no one was any the wiser that her morning had started off so dismally.

She worked through the day, only stopping to take a lunch break when Peggy, her secretary, had practically forced her to. As she finished up the last of her letters for the day, she was relieved to see that she had made a significant dent in the cases related to the protection of magical creatures. It was all she had ever really wanted to do, to end the injustices towards those viewed as lesser in the magical community and her job, at least, helped her feel that she was doing that. Despite being stuck behind a desk all day. She had heard word, however, that an overhaul was coming to her department and with it, jobs in the field. The thought alone was enough to make her giddy with excitement.

"Hermione!" Ron's voice called from her doorway and she jumped slightly as she looked to him, glaring at him as he leaned on her door jamb. "I called for you, you were lost in your own world."

"Yes, well, some of us have actual work to do," she snapped, without any real sting and the man laughed at her as he waltzed into her room. "What did you want Ronald?"

"I… well I need your help," he finally explained.

The witch eyed him speculatively as she packed up the last of her papers to take home with her, trying to gauge just what favor her friend would be asking of her this time.

"As long as it doesn't involve quidditch in the slightest…oh, or finishing your reports for you," she breathed, "Oh, or-"

"I need to pick out a ring," the man quickly cut her off and she felt her jaw drop.

"A ring?"

Ron nodded, "I would ask Ginny but she can't keep a secret to save her life and I know you helped Harry pick hers out so he was out of the question-"

"I also picked out Angelina's," she said offhandedly, "But go on."

"Yes, well, I need that expertise and your opinion matters to me."

She pursed her lips, "I don't know Ron… doesn't seem a bit… fast?" he had only been dating the witch for a few months now.

"Well, what can I say? When you know, you know," he shrugged. "Besides, not everyone has the patience of a saint like you Hermione."

"W-what?"

"Oh come on," Ron said, "It's been years for you and Malfoy and he still isn't any closer to making an honest woman out of you."

"Ronald, it's not sixteen-fifty-three," she argued.

He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I'm just… look, will you help me or not?"

Hermione bit her lip but finally nodded, "Yes just tell me whe-"

She wasn't able to finish her sentence as the man jumped up and tugged on her arm, "Come on then, I've got an appointment at the jewelers in a half hour."

She was dragged along behind Ron, barely hanging on to her briefcase as he tossed her coat and scarf at her over his shoulder and the pair left, hand in hand.

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