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"Good morning, love," Draco whispered sleepily against Hermione's ear as his hand touched her rounded stomach. She was four months pregnant and Draco had just started to feel their baby's magic responding to his touch, so it had become his habit to sleep with his arm around her and his hand on Hermione's belly.

"Good morning, Draco," Hermione laid her hand on top of his larger one, intertwining their fingers as he nuzzled into her neck. They laid in comfortable silence, relishing in the quiet of the early morning before Hermione had to leave for work. "I have to go in today."

"Scorpius doesn't want you to leave," Draco whispered and teasingly nipped at Hermione's ear.

"Just Scorpius?" Hermione turned to face her bonded, loving the way their magics entangled them together unconsciously as she caressed his face.

"I don't want you to go either," Draco met her chocolate gaze with his own before sighing deeply and planting a kiss onto her forehead.

"It's my last day before I go on maternity leave," Hermione reminded him.

"If I had my way, you wouldn't be leaving this bed at all," there was a definite growl in Draco's voice that had Hermione shivering with desire.

"As much as I would love to have you making love to me all day," Hermione laid a soft kiss onto Draco's lips. "I need to get everything settled at my office, and then you'll have me home for the next year or so," the promise in her tone had Draco's slate-grey eyes flashing darkly before he was surging forward and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck as he pushed onto her shoulder and climbed on top of her. "Draco," the blond man just loved the way his wife's pregnancy affected her. She was so sensitive to his touch that a simple kiss could get her fired up. "Hmm. Draco, stop."

"Are you sure?" he whispered teasingly as he took the straps of her nightgown down her arms, revealing her heavy breasts to his hungry gaze.

"Ah! Draco!" she moaned loudly as he took a pebbled tip into his mouth, his tongue flicking softly around it while he sucked.

"You're so beautiful, Hermione," he whispered against her skin as he trailed his fingers down her sides, taking her nightgown with them as he did.

"Draco, please," her head was thrashing on the bed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he nosed around her navel.

"Tell me what you need, love," he demanded, nipping on Hermione's rounded belly as he spoke.

"I need you inside me, please," Draco didn't respond to his wife's plea. He trailed his hands further south expecting to encounter more cloth only to be met with her hot and waiting center. Draco moaned at the thought that she was so ready for him.

"You're so wet for me, love," he continued to nip at her exposed stomach as he slid two fingers into her, holding Hermione's hips down while he teased her with slow thrusts.

"Draco!" she moaned as she threw her head back, her legs being held open by his wide torso as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her dripping heat.

"Are you ready for me, love?" he asked as he finally took his fingers out. The sounds that she was making had him hard and wanting. Draco sucked onto his fingers as he lined himself up, meeting her chocolate gaze while he pushed himself inside of her. Immediately, there was an explosion of magic as soon as he slid home. Their magics were reaching out to each other, twining and dancing around them as they made love.

"Faster, Draco!" Hermione demanded as her lust slowly began to peak. He granted her wish, thrusting fast and hard into her with Draco's hands tight around her hips. He leaned over, careful not to crush their child, and captured her lips in another heated kiss.

"Hermione!" she nipped at his lip, her fingernails gripping tightly around his shoulders as they continued to move together. Every single time they made love, their magics responded to their movements. It was as if, it wasn't enough that they were physically connected to each other, their magics had to become one as well.

"I'm… Draco…" she couldn't seem to find the words to warn him but even so, Draco knew she was almost at her climax.

"Cum for me, love," he commanded as her walls fluttered around him. He continued to thrust, loving the way Hermione responded to each of his movements. Her hips met his, grinding their pelvises together as they moved. "Cum for me!" with another thrust and a kiss, Draco swallowed Hermione's scream as she crested over her climax. His own fingers tightened around her hips as he spilled into her. Their magics settled like a blanket over them, the added warmth making them sweatier than their own exertion did.

"Draco?" Hermione mumbled between lazy kisses.

"Yes, love?" he pulled back from another kiss, met her gaze, and waited for her question.

"I'm going to be late now," she said with a sated smile and he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips.

"I'll help you get ready," he promised as he left her warmth and they both groaned at the loss. "Just one more day and you're all mine."

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"I'm home," Hermione announced as she stepped out of the floo and into her home. Draco and Scorpius had not returned to the Malfoy townhouse since they were bonded. Draco had continued to stay in her bedroom with Scorpius' room right next to hers. The other room she had reserved for Lucius and Severus for when they decided to return to England.

"Welcome home, love," Draco stood up from where he was playing with Scorpius on the floor to greet his wife. "How was your day?" he started to walk towards her catching her as she tripped over her own feet.

"I'm exhausted," she sighed as Draco lifted her up onto his arms, carrying her bridal style and onto the couch.

"Why don't you get some rest then?" Draco suggested as he settled a large blanket over her. "I'll wake you up for dinner."

"Okay," she snuggled into the blanket as her eyes drifted close. Draco stepped away from the woman on the couch, eyeing her suspiciously as his son continued to play on the floor. There was something off about Hermione. He couldn't tell what it was but there was something definitely wrong.

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"Are you feeling alright, Hermione?" Draco asked worriedly when his wife refused to take Scorpius for the second time that evening. Hermione had gotten home from her last day of work and immediately went to the living room couch for a nap without a second glance at Scorpius. At first, the elder Malfoy had thought it was because she was exhausted from her last day, but something didn't feel right.

"I'm just tired, dragon," at the endearment, Draco froze. Hermione had never given him a nickname in all their time together. When he first asked, she said it was because she thought his name was beautiful and that it suited him too well.

"Why don't you go up to bed then?" he suggested with narrowed eyes as he scooped Scorpius up from the floor. "I'll be there after I tuck Scorpius in."

"Thank you," the woman stood on her tiptoes and gave him a chaste peck on the lips and finally his suspicions were confirmed. His magic didn't reach out to her, plus the fact that she had not even greeted Scorpius since she arrived confirmed that whoever this woman was, it was not his wife. He watched the woman amble up the stairs towards the bedroom, his forehead scrunching as tried to find out who was impersonating his wife.

"Scorpius?" Draco called out to his son once the woman was out of sight.

"Daddy?"

"Mummy's not here, is she?" Scorpius tilted his head to the side as he contemplated his father's question. Then, he looked up towards the stairs and back to his father as he met similar slate-grey eyes.

"No Mummy," Scorpius shook his head then leant his head onto Draco's shoulder. The defeated expression on his face made Draco flinch. If Scorpius could feel that the woman who had arrived home wasn't Hermione, then where was his pregnant wife?

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"Do you have any idea where she could be?" Severus asked his son.

"No," Draco shook his head as he tugged Scorpius closer to his chest. After he had Scorpius confirm his suspicion that the woman who had arrived home was not his wife, Draco had fire-called his fathers and both men had immediately come through the floo. "I don't even know who it was that came home to me."

"Then shall we find out?" the three men turned towards the entryway to Hermione's home to find Harry standing there, jade green eyes blazing with righteous fury. "I don't care for people kidnapping my sister, at all!" he said, his magic pouring from him in his anger.

"How did you know?" Draco asked as he watched the angered brother.

"Something didn't feel right," Harry told him. "Give Scorpius to Lucius and let's find out who's impersonating my sister." neither of the men argued with him at the rage in his eyes.

"Scorpius, go with Grandpa Luc, alright?" the Malfoy Lord told his son.

"Mummy?"

"Uncle Harry and I are going to go find Mummy," Draco promised the 20-month-old boy. Sometimes, he couldn't believe how fast Scorpius had grown but their son had flourished under his and Hermione's parenting and his magic had almost settled as well.

"Otay, Daddy."

"I love you, bud."

"Wub oo."

"Let's go," Harry beckoned to Draco as soon as Scorpius was settled in his grandfather's arms. He climbed up the stairs with purpose, Draco following behind him. They marched into the bedroom to find the woman lying in bed sleeping peacefully. Knowing that it was someone else taking his sister's place had Harry's hackles rising. He couldn't stop himself from throwing a stinging hex at the impostor, immediately waking her up and making her stumble to the floor.

"What the hell are you playing at Potter?" the incensed woman said as she climbed to her feet and glared at the two men. Instead of becoming concerned, Harry just stood staring at the woman across him with a raised eyebrow.

"Padfoot's been looking for you 'Mione," he said and watched as the woman's face scrunched up in confusion.

"What?!" she demanded and raised her hands to both her hips. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Who are you?" this time it was Draco who asked the question, his hand itching to raise his wand at the intruder.

"What do you mean, Draco, darling?" and just like that, the unknown woman's identity revealed itself to him.

"Where's my wife, Astoria?" the woman froze at the two wands now facing her.

"Are you feeling alright Draco?" the woman simpered. "You must be tired. Why don't you come to bed and you'll feel much better in the morning?"

"I don't think so," Harry said, sparks flying from the tip of his wand.

"Stay out of this Potter!"

"You're not Hermione," Draco insisted. "Tell me where you've taken her."

"I am your wife."

"No, you're my ex-wife." Draco shook his head at the insistent woman. "You filed for divorce a month after Scorpius was born, Astoria."

"How long did you plan on impersonating Hermione?" Harry asked when the woman went to answer again.

"I am not impersonating anyone!"

"Hermione has never called me Potter," Harry told the woman while he kept his wand trained on her. "Since she is the Potter heir." at that, the woman paused. "Just tell us where she is before I curse you barren."

"Ah, ah, ah," finally, she dropped all pretense and stood straighter. Slowly, her lips broke out into a sinister smirk. "You don't want to do that."

"I think I do." more sparks flew out of his wand as Harry continued to glare at her.

"But would you want to do the same to your sister, though?" she questioned teasingly.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, that everything you do to me will happen to the filthy little mudblood as well. We are connected through her blood, you see. It's a nifty little ritual we found in some of the family's darker tomes." both Harry and Draco froze at the information.

"So, you mean to tell me that you've connected yourself to my sister using her own blood?" Harry demanded.

"Yes, and the ritual makes it so that every time you hurt me; she feels the pain three times over."

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Hermione kept her eyes closed as she came back to full consciousness. She had no idea where she was, neither did she know exactly who had taken her, so she thought it better to feign sleep while she took stock of herself. She was feeling a bit sore, though that could be attributed to her pregnancy. She didn't know what time it was but at the moment, she knew there was nobody in the room with her.

"I know you're awake, mudblood," the venom in the voice could not be hidden and Hermione knew who had her in their custody. "Open your eyes so we can talk properly, or didn't your parents teach you proper manners?" the barb to both her magical and muggle parents had chocolate eyes flashing open angrily. "There, see, was that so hard?" in front of her stood the former Lady Malfoy. The older woman was glaring down at Hermione, eyes shooting daggers when the brunette refused to back down from the challenge in her striking blue eyes.

"You're never going to get away with this."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you are picking a fight with the Man-Who-Conquered," Hermione said confidently making Narcissa pale rapidly. "You didn't think Draco was the only one who would go looking for me if I went missing, did you?" Hermione couldn't help but taunt as the older woman began to back away from her. "I warned you of your behaviour, Narcissa." Hermione said condescendingly. "I told you, your Lord would not take kindly to you smearing the Black name in public."

"The young upstart shouldn't even be the Black Lord!" though she was protesting, Narcissa was keeping far enough away from Hermione that she wouldn't be touching the pregnant witch.

"Ah, but Sirius was the Black Lord and made Harry his heir. Remember, you lost all rights to the Lordship when you became Lady Malfoy!"

"How dare that idiotic son of mine dissolve my bonding to Lucius?"

"Then perhaps, you shouldn't have had so many affairs during your marriage to him," Hermione said with a dainty shrug. "You wouldn't have lost your Lady Malfoy title if you hadn't."

"As if Lucius wasn't shagging Severus throughout our marriage. I refuse to believe that he never once strayed from our marital bed!"

"That's where you're wrong," Hermione tutted. "Neither Severus nor Lucius crossed that particular line until your divorce. Both of them knew the consequences of breaking a magical contract without proper reason."

"What do you mean?"

"If Draco hadn't dissolved your bonding, sooner or later your magic would've punished you for your infidelity. That was part of the initial bonding contract between Lucius and yourself." At the information she was being given, Narcissa lost all color in her face.

"You're lying."

"I never lie," Hermione replied with a sardonic smile. Narcissa gaped at the younger witch in front of her, trying and failing to keep her composure at the revelations she had just been given.

"Well, let's just see how long it would take them before they realize that you are missing." Though she was putting on a brave face, Narcissa was looking paler by the minute. "Lady Hermione Malfoy should be showing her face soon enough."

"And how are you going to do that when I am being held," Hermione trailed off. "Wherever we are, right now."

"You should be able to figure it out. After all, aren't you the brightest witch of your age?"

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"You're never going to find her," Astoria, still wearing Hermione's face, taunted Draco as he paced the floor in front of her. She was sitting on a chair, magic-draining restraints on her wrists and ankles with a collar on her neck. It had been a little over twelve hours since they figured out that Hermione was being impersonated but they were nowhere near finding her, at all.

"Do you have any Veritaserum left Uncle Sev?"

"We can't use any on her, Draco," Harry shook his head. "It's not safe for the baby at this point in the pregnancy. There are some ingredients in it that could become toxic to the child and until Astoria goes back to her natural form, we won't be able to use them."

"Why isn't Ron here yet?" Draco then demanded, hands running through his hair in frustration.

"He is out on the field. He should be getting here any time soon."

"How soon is soon?!"

"Daddy!" Scorpius' terrified scream had Draco freezing in his tracks. There was an explosion of glass that had both him and Harry jumping to their feet and running into the room where they had left the little boy sleeping.

"Scorpius!" Draco gaped at the sight of his son in a protective bubble of his own magic. There were shards of glass on the floor, the windows open and curtains billowing with the breeze now able to pass through them. "He's not had an episode of accidental magic like this, ever." Draco told Harry as the healer banished the glass from the floor.

"I want Mummy!" Scorpius stomped his feet, the fire in the hearth flaring up to life and raising the heat in the room.

"I know bud," Draco cautiously stepped into the room, hands held out in front of him as he slowly walked towards his son. "Uncle Harry and I are trying to find out where she is."

"Where Mummy?" tears pooled in slate-grey eyes, small lips quivering as Scorpius pouted.

"I don't know Scorpius," Draco shook his head, ignoring the strong winds currently blowing around the room. Behind him, Harry was shielding the room, preventing more of Scorpius' accidental magic from getting out. "But I promise, we will find Mummy and we will bring her home."

"I want Mummy," Scorpius' little shoulders shook as he began to cry. The smaller blond dropped onto his bum in defeat, his protective bubble flickering in and out of existence as his magic settled down in exhaustion.

"I know bud," Draco scooped his son into his arms as soon as the protective bubble was completely gone. "I know. I want Mummy home too."

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