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**** DRACO ****

I knew she would be panicked when I held up the blindfold. It was one thing she had always refused to allow me to do. She had told me since the day with my insane aunt in The Manor, she hated to not be able to see. Bellatrix, she had said, had not blindfolded her, but had taken her to a dark place that she still feared. So I knew I was taking a risk. But she trusted me. And as much as I teased her, I would do nothing to betray that trust.

I took a breath, held her tightly and apparated us to our destination, smiling when we arrived.

"There's some steps," I told her, lifting her from her feet and carrying her up the stairs.

She kissed my neck, tightening her arms around me. "I love you."

"I know," I said, "Almost there."

"Where are we?" She took a deep breath, "Something's familiar."

"Patience, Grang—" I paused and corrected myself, "Patience, Malfoy."

She kissed me again, "I like the sound of that."

"As do I," I said and carefully put her down, holding her until she regained her balance. I lifted my hands to remove the satin cloth from her face and she was already smiling back at me.

We were standing at the door of the small cottage at the bottom of the cliffs. I watched her face, watched her reaction. Her eyes flicked up to the top of the cliff, and then back to me. This was where we started; this was where both our lives changed.

She turned and looked out over the cliffs, towards the sea, and I watched her chest rise as she inhaled deeply.

I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her, "Too much?"

She shook her head, "No. It's just...

I kissed her shoulder, "I know."

"Is this what you were expecting when you decided to live here?" She turned in my arms, "Did you expect to find the person you would marry?"

"No, not at all," I leaned my forehead on hers and closed my eyes, "I was as surprised as you were that day on the beach. I never suspected that it would be you living in this house."

"Were you pleased it was me?"

"I really don't think you have to ask me that."

"Are you happy we did this?"

"You really don't have to ask me that either."

Her face grew serious, "But I am asking you."

I bent to kiss her, "Am I happy you were the one who moved in here? Am I happy that you married me?" I reached up, pressing both my hands to her face, sliding my thumbs across her cheeks. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm fucking blissful."

I pulled her towards the door, opening it and leading her inside. She scanned the room; the fire was burning, there were pillows strewn across the rug in front of the hearth, and a plate of fruit and cheese sat on the end table.

"Our first night together?" She finally said, "Draco, I...I don't know what to say."

"Tell me it's not too corny."

She touched my cheek, "It's not. It's perfect." Her eyes went to the stairs and she bit her lip. "Do you want me to come down those stairs half naked?"

I shook my head, "No. I just want you out of this dress." I reached behind her and worked the zipper down, "I want my wife naked," I dragged the smooth fabric down her sides, holding her hand as she stepped carefully out of her dress.

She took it from my hands, folding it carefully over the arm of the couch. "And I want my husband naked," she began to unbutton my waistcoat, then my shirt, "I want you over me," she pushed my trousers down my legs and I kicked off my shoes, "I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up."

I kissed her shoulder, removing her bra, then pushed her knickers off her hips and down her legs. "You keep talking to me like that and I can't be held responsible for what I'll do to you."

"I don't want you to be responsible, I want you to be you." She laughed, tugging my boxer briefs off, and stroking a hand over my arse before dragging me to the floor.

I tried to focus. As eager as I was to be inside her, I wanted to slow down now, take my time. We'd done this countless times, but I so desperately wanted to memorise every second of my first time with my wife. The taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, but her wet mouth and teasing hands kept distracting me.

I covered her mouth with mine, and kissed her. We could have sex, we could fuck, we could make love. None of it compared to just kissing her. Her fingers moved up to my head, sinking her fingers into my hair, and I knew she felt the same. She shuddered, lifting her leg over my hip and grinding against me. Her sex was slick against my thigh, and as easy as it would have been to roll her over and slide onto her, I held off; I hadn't finished kissing her.

I broke away only long enough for us to catch our breath. She shuddered again, her staggered breath warm against my face. Then she smiled up at me and lifted my hand until it covered her breast. Her heart was beating rapidly, "I like kissing you."

"I like kissing you." I said and sunk my hands into her wild curls, holding her head still as I took her mouth. My tongue swept past her lips, tangling with hers as the first drops of rain began to sound on the windows.

My heartbeat picked up and my blood simmered in my veins as I kissed across her cheek and down her jaw to the smattering of freckles on her shoulder. I pulled back to look at her, her eyes were wild in the soft light of the fire as I went lower and pressed my lips over her heart beat. Her hands slid through my hair, and I traced my tongue around one hard nipple, relishing the sexy little moans and gasps she made.

I pulled the tiny bud deeper into my mouth, sucking hard until she cried out. I smiled against her breast and bit down harder.

"Fu-uck!" She moaned, and I slipped my hand down the curve of her belly, tickling my fingers in the tiny patch of hair atop her sex. Slipping lower, I traced my finger along her seam and she writhed beneath me, her hand gripping my hair tighter as she gasped for air. I gave her what I knew she needed, grinding my hand down, pressing the heel hard against her clit.

"Please," she whispered and lifted her hips, grinding her deliciously soaked pussy into my hand

"Please what?"

"Please put your mouth on me."

I kissed my way back up her neck, flicking my tongue over her earlobe, "I'm going to spread your legs open." Her spine arched and her hips rocked into my hand as I continued to stroke between her legs. "Then I'm going to taste you and then fuck your pussy with my tongue."

My name left her lips in a whisper as I kissed my way back down her body, pushing her legs apart, trailing my finger up and down her slit. Her hand found my head and pushed me closer to her. I chuckled and bit the inside of her thigh.

"Don't rush me, Mrs. Malfoy," I growled.

"Don't tease me, Mr. Granger." She shot back.

I laughed and held her legs wider, lowering my face and breathing her in, letting her salty-sweet scent wash over me before flicking my tongue out to taste my wife. She bucked and I covered her with my mouth. She cried out, twisting and writhing as I worked my tongue through her slick folds. I spread her with my thumbs, opening her to me and plunging my tongue inside, devouring her.

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" Her hands twisted into my hair as she lifted her hips, grinding into my face. I glanced up at her over the mound of her sex; she was watching me, her pupils blown, her lips parted.

I smirked, running my tongue along her slit, circling her clit, before capturing it between my teeth. She cried out again, pulling at my hair as I sucked hardened nub into my mouth, pressing hard against it with my tongue. Her hips bucked again, but I held them down, shoving my tongue back into her, pumping in and out of her hot channel.

She tried to twist away, shoving at my head, telling me 'too much.' But I gripped her legs, holding her against my mouth, listening to her ragged breaths, her choked cries, as her body tightened and her release hit her. Her thighs clamped around my head and her hips bucked, her mouth open in a scream that never left her throat.

Her body trembled, and I licked her slowly until she shoved at my shoulders with her feet. I crawled over her, running my tongue along her stomach, over both her tight nipples and up to her mouth.

"You taste amazing."

She ran her finger along my lip, "How amazing?"

I pressed my mouth to hers, and she groaned; greedily licking and sucking at my lips and tongue.

"I'm going to fuck you now," I said against her lips and I felt her smile. "It's going to be hard and fast and filthy."

I shifted my hips, spreading her legs wider, and she reached between us, positioning my cock at her entrance, and with one solid stoke, I plunged into her. We both groaned as I pushed in to the hilt, holding still and feeling her tight body stretch around me.

I braced myself on my hands above her, "I can't be gentle with you," I breathed, "Not this time."

She smiled up at me, her face was still flushed and her hair was a tangled mess, "Don't be," she answered, her voice as breathless as mine, "Be gentle with me later."

She reached for my shoulders, pulling me down, my full weight pressing her into the floor. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tightly, her teeth nipping at my shoulder and jaw. I kissed her mouth, her tongue flicking out tasting the last remnants of her own taste. I rolled my hips, pulling back until she whimpered at the loss of me, and then plunged back in.

I loved her like this; arching into me as I thrust into her, her breasts rocking, her breath coming in gasps. I loved the way her body pulled me deeper into her, the way she tightened around me, her keening cries of 'more.'

"That's it baby," I said against her throat, "That's it. Squeeze my cock with your tight pussy."

I drove into her harder, her pussy gripping and releasing me, our skin slapping together, my balls growing painfully tight. My thrusts became erratic as she begged me to move harder, to fuck her faster. I reached my hand around her hip, finding the crevice of her arse and spearing my finger into her. She clamped down hard, her entire body tensing and she screamed out, bucking and arching, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders.

I pulled out of her, flipping her over and straddling her hips. I thrust back into her, pinning her shoulders to the floor, railing into her mercilessly. She cried out again, her body still pulsing around me. My cock grew heavy, thicker, as it swelled inside her. I was right on the edge, but I wanted her to fall over once more.

I leaned down, sinking my teeth into her shoulder and she hissed at the sensation.

"Come again," I demanded, "Fucking come. Now!"

She didn't disappoint. She lifted her hips, meeting my sharp thrusts and clenched down hard. My cock pulsed at the tight heat around me, and I collapsed onto her back, my body spasming as I let go and released inside her. I buried my face into her neck, my body jolting as my orgasm continued.

She groaned beneath me and I rolled off her, landing on my back beside her. She reached her arm out, placing her palm over my thumping heart.

"Were you trying to kill us?"

"Would you have died happy?"

She snorted, "Blissfully happy."

I leaned over and kissed her damp forehead, "Then I count that as a success."

She shifted closer, flinging her arm aver my stomach and resting her head on my chest, "Don't get cocky, mister. We have a long night ahead of us."

She was sitting in front of me, chewing on a strawberry. I smiled. The first time we did this, she covered herself with my shirt, still nervous about being completely naked with me. This time she was gloriously naked, all of her inhibitions well and truly gone.

"So, I have something I want to ask you."

I raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. She frowned at me for a few seconds and then laughed. I'd said the same thing to her the very first time we'd made love beside this fire.

"Considering I just married you, it's not that." She stretched her leg out and poked me with her toe. I grabbed her foot, and she twisted her lips thoughtfully and stared at me.

"Just ask me." I said.

"How would you feel about having another baby?"

Whatever I thought it was that she was going to ask, it wasn't that.

"I, ah..." I was speechless. She was aware that I definitely wanted more children, but since Charlotte had occupied most of our time, we'd never discussed it.

It had taken two years for Hermione to get pregnant with Charlotte, and it had been stressful and heartbreaking despite our best efforts to stay positive. But the relief and elation I had felt when she told me she was finally pregnant, was like nothing I had ever felt.

And when I thought about Charlotte, and how I watched as she came into the world, how she felt the very first time I held her, and every time I had held her since. Of just how much I loved her, of her sweet smile and her giggles, of the tiny clap of her hands, the first time she said Dada. It was everything. She and Hermione were the most important things in my life. I lifted my gaze to meet my wife's. Her head was tilted, an expectant smile on her face as she watched me as I fumbled through my thoughts.

"Is it what you want?" I asked nervously, which made no sense, she was the one who brought this up, clearly it was what she did want.

She nodded, "It definitely is."

I leaned over and kissed her, "Then it's exactly what I want too."

Her expression changed from that of trepidation that I might say no, that I wasn't ready, to joyful, and her eyes danced with delight. She climbed over me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. My cock stirred, as if knowing that if this was where we were headed, sex would be a constant; every day, maybe twice, possibly more, every day until we conceived,

"Good," She said with a smile I couldn't quite read, "Because in about seven months, Charlotte is going to be a big sister."

I frowned at her, and it took several moments for her words to sink in. "Wait. What?"

She laughed and nodded, "You're going to be a daddy again, Draco."

I stared at her, and then at her stomach, and I was at a complete loss for words. She was pregnant again. We were having another baby. We were—wait!

"Seven months?"

She nodded and I was stunned. She was already two months pregnant and she hadn't told me. She touched my cheek, and softened her expression, as if reading my thoughts.

"I only found out for sure last week." She brushed my hair back from my forehead, "I thought that with the wedding, and going back to work, I was just stressed." She shrugged, "But when I missed another period last week, I knew."

"And you still didn't tell me?"

She grimaced, "I thought today might have been a nice surprise."

I slid my hands slowly across her stomach, and she waited quietly while I processed her words. Pregnant. Seven months. Big sister.

I moved my hands up over her naked breasts, across her collar and up to cup her jaw. I held her eyes with mine, taking several deep breaths to calm my racing heart. I pulled her to me, covering her mouth with mine and kissing her long, slow and deep.

When I pulled back, she pressed her forehead to mine. "You're not mad at me?"

I shook my head, "Not even a little bit."

She kissed the tip of my nose, "You sure?"

"Hermione, how could I possibly be mad at you?" I gripped her hips and flipped us over, grinning at her yelp of surprise, "We're having another baby. This is the best thing you could have told me today."

She arched one eyebrow at me, "Not 'I do?'" she asked and I laughed.

"Second best thing you could have told me today." I corrected.

She traced her finger along my jaw, "You're happy?"

"I am." I covered her body with mine, pressing my weight down onto her, "And I think I promised to fuck you every day for the duration the next time you were pregnant."

She laughed, "Not scared then?"

"Terrified," I told her, "Two children under two? We're completely insane."

"Life will be busy," she grinned at me.

I kissed her, nudging her with the head of my cock. "Well, we have seven months to prepare," I pushed just inside her taking her breath away, "And I have a promise to keep." I pushed fully into her and covered her mouth with mine.

Wife.

Daughter.

Baby.

She got her something beautiful. I got more.

A/N:

I am grateful, as ever, for the overwhelming response to Something Beautiful and your amazing dedication to it. I hope this short fills the void that some many of you asked me to fill.

Until the next adventure xx