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hp_bunintheovenTitle: Silly Little Game
Author/Artist:
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione
Prompt: #H7
Summary: After a friend's baby shower Draco decides it is time to start their own family.
Word Count: 2900
Rating: E
Warnings/Contains: Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink
Notes: Side pair is Pansy/Neville
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
The door to their London townhouse clicked shut behind him. She had already made her way into the kitchen, coat long forgotten on the floor by the entrance rack (she always missed the hooks), and was talking a mile a minute but Draco was not listening.
There was a ringing in his ears, a buzzing in his head.
Pansy’s baby shower had gone swimmingly, and truly it was a wonder that after all this time everyone got along so well to the point where it was very likely Hermione would be named godmother to the babe currently nestled in Pansy’s womb. Then again, the raven haired witch had ended up married to Neville Longbottom.
He could hear Hermione still yammering about “oh and the flowers Nev chose as centerpieces were so lovely, weren’t they?” and “Did you see your mum talking to Mrs. Weasley? It’s still so surprising how well they get on nowadays.”
But he was barely paying attention, his mind stuck on an image that had become engraved in his mind about 30 minutes earlier. Who would have expected that a silly baby shower game would have turned his life upside down and how was it that his wife of nearly 3 years had not noticed anything amiss?
But turned his life around the game had, and now he needed to do something about it. Immediately.
The game: how big will Pansy’s belly get right before she pops?
The premise: the contestants had to stuff their clothes with throw pillows till they got to the size they thought Pansy would be getting to at her due date in a couple of months.
The result: Draco with a raging erection upon seeing Hermione with a pregnant belly, his mind racing with the idea of her carrying his child and almost cumming in his pants when she absentmindedly caressed the fake belly while the girls all waited on Theo to measure all the bellies so they could make good on the wager upon the arrival of baby Longbottom-Parkinson.
Though they had discussed having a family in the abstract throughout their relationship, it was a topic that had not really come up in the past few years. Their marriage was still new and fresh and they were enjoying each other too much to begin considering adding to their family. But now. Now he knew he had to get her pregnant as soon as possible.
“Draco? Love, you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet. You all right?” She tilted her head, studying him and finally realizing something was… off.
Draco walked up to her in three long strides, joining her where she stood by the breakfast nook, taking her face gently in both of his hands and he leaned down to leave a tender kiss on her nose, causing her to giggle.
“I’m good, love.” He whispered, but his voice was hoarse and unconvincing.
“Yeah? You sure?”
“Yes. Just thinking.”
She lifted her arms to rest upon his shoulders, then bringing her hands together on his nape, intertwining her fingers and playing with his hair.
“What about, Mr. Malfoy?”
“Oh, just how lovely you looked earlier. With your belly all round. And how I cannot wait to see that again, sooner rather than later.” His voice was gruff, clearly aroused, but also there was a slight tremor in it that betrayed the nerves he felt bringing this subject up.
Hermione inhaled sharply and took a step back. The shock was evident in her face, her lovely brown eyes wide and alert, her lips parted in surprise, not having expected this at all.
“Wh- What? Draco, what did you just say?”
“You heard me, Hermione.” and then he got closer again, bringing his lips to her ear only to whisper “I want to get you pregnant.”
Her mind, so calm just a few seconds before, was now in disarray.
“We haven’t really talked about this, Draco. I mean, I do want to have a family with you, you know that. But, my job.." Her voice was the one with a tremor now, but Draco knew her and he could see the flush in her cheeks and the way her nipples had immediately stood to attention. She was aroused by this, as well.
“Your job can survive you taking a leave whenever it happens. You made sure of that.” He took advantage of her discombobulation to step even closer to her, his hands skimming her waist and wrapping around her, pulling her to him and leaving no space between them.
“What about your position in the Wizengamot? You’ve only just begun to break the ice with the rest of the members…” Her throat bobbed. He could tell because he was now peppering kisses down her neck, his hot breath puffing on her, and he could feel it.
“Fuck the Wizengamot, Hermione. The moment I saw you with that fake belly I realized that I want that. I want you, round with my child. I want that family we’ve talked about, and I want it as soon as possible. I don’t want to delay our future, my love.”
“I just.. I think maybe you’re being hasty and we have not considered so many things…” She trailed off, swooning in her husband’s arms at the intensity of his request. Her hands were gripping his biceps so hard and at some point he had inserted his left thigh between both of hers, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she was completely limp with arousal now and his leg was providing the support to prevent her from slipping entirely to the floor like a piece of wet spaghetti. A curse because that support was also providing the perfect amount of pressure to her increasingly sensitive clit and, oh my god, when had she started humping his leg?
“You wanna know what I think, Hermione?” Draco’s voice was sinful against her jaw.
“Uh huh” she was done for, she sighed her response with eyes now closed.
“ I think you know I’m right, and you are out of excuses, cannot even think of any valid ones, right? I think you want me to get you pregnant, don’t you?”
“Fuck, Draco. Yes. Please.” Her plea was felt more than heard by her amorous husband, but that response was more than enough.
At some point in the conversation Draco had steered them closer toward the kitchen island and Hermione’s back was now pressing against it. She was grateful for some more support as she knew she would be unable to stay upright on her own at this point.
“Seeing you with a pregnant belly almost made me cum in my pants. Fucking cannot wait, you’re gonna look so hot when your belly starts to swell with my seed.”
“Oh Merlin, Draco. Draco, please. Please!”
“ I can feel your cunt on my leg, wife. You are dripping and so hot, I bet if I touched you you would be so ready to take me.”
“Yes, yes I’m ready.” She was babbling nonsense at this point, high on arousal at the knowledge that the love of her life wanted to start a family with her.
Draco swiftly set her on her feet and spun her around. She was now bracing herself against the kitchen island as Draco pressed on her from behind, his left arm next to hers, caging her in, and his right grabbing onto the hem of her dress and rucking it up as high as he could get it.
She reached down to help him hold on to her dress and his hand was immediately palming her pussy, “Fuck, you’re so wet, shit” and then it drifted upwards to caress her flat belly. He pressed firmly right where her womb sat and growled “Right here, right here is where I’m going to plant my seed and where it will take root in your fertile womb. I will spill inside you as many times as it takes until my heir is growing in you.”
She was gasping desperately trying to get in some air, but she was too far gone and could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs. She pushed her bum against Draco’s front, feeling his hard cock nestled against her and it made her whine knowing there were still layers of clothes separating them.
“Please, Draco, please, get in me. I need it, you’re right I want it. I want it so bad. I want you to get me pregnant, I want to have your baby in me, I need it.”
Draco’s had slid down from her belly and into the waistband of her panties, going down down down so slowly that Hermione thought he was trying to torture her. And then his fingers met her wet slit and he began teasing her clit with the softest taps and smallest circles that she knew he was in fact torturing her.
“I know, my love. I know you need it. And soon, fuck so wet, it will happen. Damnit you’re so horny, ,aren’t you? At the idea that I will make you pregnant.”
“yeeeahhh “ she whined again.
And the sound broke Draco down, he used both hands to pull down her underwear and as fast as he could he unbuckled his belt undid his trousers and shoved his boxers down to release his hard cock.
He pushed Hermione down on the counter by pressing between her shoulders, causing her to stand on the very tips of her toes and her ass to stick out enticingly.
“Shit, Hermione, you are glistening, so ready for me, aren’t you?”
And before she could respond he lined himself up to her entrance and slid in. They both gasped in unison at the perfect feeling of their joining together at last.
He was feral and she was not that far behind. The idea that he was breeding her and that soon she would be burgeoning with a life that would be half of them, a proof of their irrevocable bond, a heady aphrodisiac unlike any that could be manufactured.
The kitchen filled with the sound of Draco's hips pounding into Hermione, her gasps and moans at his length sliding into her wetness and Dracos incesant and almost unintelligible babble of “fuck, so good, so tight, gonna fill you up gonna get you pregnant with my baby”
“Yes, please, Draco. Oh my god, I am so close. I am cumming, Draco, please fill me up. Fill me with your baby!” Her voice was ragged and breathy and as she came with a gasp her entire body tensed, pushing her ass closer than should be possible to her husband’s hips. Her hands grabbed for purchase on the kitchen counter as the loud squelch of Draco pulling out echoed around them.
Draco, for his part, had ceased his incoherent babbling as he was no longer able to form any words at all. In fact he could only groan in concentration as he plunged back in. Hermione’s pussy was so wet he immediately sunk in to the hilt and his grasp on her hips became bruising as he finally spilled his seed inside his wife.
After a few seconds their tense bodies became limp against each other, Draco falling on top of Hermione and sticking to her due to the sweat they had worked up. They were trying to catch their breaths, their inhales and exhales falling into sync.
Slowly, Draco regained some strength and he began to stand straight, slipping out from inside Hermione. As he stepped back to see his beautiful wife sprawled on the counter, and his cum began to slide down from between her thighs, he could not help but feel elated at what had just happened.
He grabbed his wand from where it had fallen and muttered some tidying spells, sending their discarded clothes to the hamper, cleaning the kitchen and refreshing the air. He then scooped Hermione up in a bridal carry, as she was still limp and completely out of it from their lovemaking, and headed to their bedroom.
Hermione’s heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. She reached up to wrap her arms around Draco’s neck and nuzzled into him, all while thinking about the very real possibility that she could become pregnant very soon. She was nervous. She was excited. She realized she really, really wanted it to happen.
She could see Draco becoming the best, most doting father and she wanted to witness that side of the man she had married. Originally, they had discussed a family in the abstract, as something they both wanted but needed other things to come to fruition first before even beginning to contemplate it seriously and actively start planning for it.
They’d gotten married two years ago, after a whirlwind romance that began at Pansy and Neville’s wedding almost a year before that. They had been friendly before that, and active in each other’s social circles, hence why he knew how hard she had worked to set up the Muggleborn Integration Program. She had seen him toil away trying to clear his family name, set an example by ensuring that all Malfoy accounts, businesses and properties were above water and had no ties to criminal activity all leading to his appointment to the Wizengamot where he was drafting legislation to prevent families like his gaining too much power and harming those in less fortunate positions. It was what had made her fall in love with him before they had even so much as kissed.
And she would be lying if she said she was not jealous of Pansy, that she had not thought the very same things he had when she had been playing that silly game at the Baby Shower.
He was right, she realized. She had set up her foundation to be able to function properly without her there 100% of the time, and she would have time to prepare everyone for any potential maternity leave. And also, Wizengamot members had surprisingly flexible schedules, it really should not pose too much of an issue were one of them to require parental leave.
This felt right. Having a baby with Draco at this point would be magical.
At some point during her musings, they had arrived at their room and Draco was gently playing her upon the bed. As he tried to step back he found himself pulled down by his wife, tumbling on top of her as she languidly began to kiss him. And who was he to deny her?
“Draco. I love you so much.” She whispered against his lips. “And I cannot wait to carry our baby in me.”
Draco pulled back a little, wanting to look her in the eyes for this.
“Really? For real? I know we kind of got caught up in the heat of the moment downstairs, but I truly want to start a family with you, my love”
“Truly, I would not lie to you about this.” She caressed his cheek, amazed to see how his smile broadened in excitement.
He was looking at her like she as the creator of the universe, all reverence and love and adoration. He gently placed his hand over her womb, his mind racing with the knowledge that his heir would be growing there sooner rather than later.
“Fuck, Hermione. I am so in love with you and I cannot wait for you to be round with my child.” He whispered gruffly.
Hermione froze as she felt something stirring.
“Did you just get hard again from saying that out loud?” She whispered back,
He could only manage to nod his head. She giggled at his blushing cheeks.
“It’s ok, I think the idea of you getting me pregnant is super hot, too.” She said as she pulled him in for a kiss. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled all of him into her. “So, what do you say? Wanna make a baby?”
“Fuck, yeah!” He growled as he aligned himself and pushed into her tightness once again.
6 months later
Pansy was rocking baby Peony in her arms, watching as her friends all played a silly game at Hermione’s baby shower. How fast can you change a nappie? Unfortunately, they had to come up with a different game to the one they had played at her baby shower because it seemed that Hermione and Draco had not been the only ones affected by the fake bellies used in the game. All the couples were expecting and were at varying stages of their own pregnancies.
When she had gotten pregnant over a year ago, she had been a bit miffed that she would be the first of her friend group to begin this stage of life and that she would not have anyone to share the experience of motherhood with. But when her mother brought up the idea of a baby shower, she knew that it could provide a push in the right direction for her friends. She bought the props she needed, planned the game, and most importantly asked her gorgeous hunk of a husband to “pretty please, could you use some Peonies and Myrtles in the flower arrangements?” knowing the flowers’ magical properties would definitely put everyone in the mood.
It was not coercive, just a bit conducive. After all, Pansy was a Slytherin, through and through.
Author/Artist:
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione
Prompt: #H7
Summary: After a friend's baby shower Draco decides it is time to start their own family.
Word Count: 2900
Rating: E
Warnings/Contains: Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink
Notes: Side pair is Pansy/Neville
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
The door to their London townhouse clicked shut behind him. She had already made her way into the kitchen, coat long forgotten on the floor by the entrance rack (she always missed the hooks), and was talking a mile a minute but Draco was not listening.
There was a ringing in his ears, a buzzing in his head.
Pansy’s baby shower had gone swimmingly, and truly it was a wonder that after all this time everyone got along so well to the point where it was very likely Hermione would be named godmother to the babe currently nestled in Pansy’s womb. Then again, the raven haired witch had ended up married to Neville Longbottom.
He could hear Hermione still yammering about “oh and the flowers Nev chose as centerpieces were so lovely, weren’t they?” and “Did you see your mum talking to Mrs. Weasley? It’s still so surprising how well they get on nowadays.”
But he was barely paying attention, his mind stuck on an image that had become engraved in his mind about 30 minutes earlier. Who would have expected that a silly baby shower game would have turned his life upside down and how was it that his wife of nearly 3 years had not noticed anything amiss?
But turned his life around the game had, and now he needed to do something about it. Immediately.
The game: how big will Pansy’s belly get right before she pops?
The premise: the contestants had to stuff their clothes with throw pillows till they got to the size they thought Pansy would be getting to at her due date in a couple of months.
The result: Draco with a raging erection upon seeing Hermione with a pregnant belly, his mind racing with the idea of her carrying his child and almost cumming in his pants when she absentmindedly caressed the fake belly while the girls all waited on Theo to measure all the bellies so they could make good on the wager upon the arrival of baby Longbottom-Parkinson.
Though they had discussed having a family in the abstract throughout their relationship, it was a topic that had not really come up in the past few years. Their marriage was still new and fresh and they were enjoying each other too much to begin considering adding to their family. But now. Now he knew he had to get her pregnant as soon as possible.
“Draco? Love, you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet. You all right?” She tilted her head, studying him and finally realizing something was… off.
Draco walked up to her in three long strides, joining her where she stood by the breakfast nook, taking her face gently in both of his hands and he leaned down to leave a tender kiss on her nose, causing her to giggle.
“I’m good, love.” He whispered, but his voice was hoarse and unconvincing.
“Yeah? You sure?”
“Yes. Just thinking.”
She lifted her arms to rest upon his shoulders, then bringing her hands together on his nape, intertwining her fingers and playing with his hair.
“What about, Mr. Malfoy?”
“Oh, just how lovely you looked earlier. With your belly all round. And how I cannot wait to see that again, sooner rather than later.” His voice was gruff, clearly aroused, but also there was a slight tremor in it that betrayed the nerves he felt bringing this subject up.
Hermione inhaled sharply and took a step back. The shock was evident in her face, her lovely brown eyes wide and alert, her lips parted in surprise, not having expected this at all.
“Wh- What? Draco, what did you just say?”
“You heard me, Hermione.” and then he got closer again, bringing his lips to her ear only to whisper “I want to get you pregnant.”
Her mind, so calm just a few seconds before, was now in disarray.
“We haven’t really talked about this, Draco. I mean, I do want to have a family with you, you know that. But, my job.." Her voice was the one with a tremor now, but Draco knew her and he could see the flush in her cheeks and the way her nipples had immediately stood to attention. She was aroused by this, as well.
“Your job can survive you taking a leave whenever it happens. You made sure of that.” He took advantage of her discombobulation to step even closer to her, his hands skimming her waist and wrapping around her, pulling her to him and leaving no space between them.
“What about your position in the Wizengamot? You’ve only just begun to break the ice with the rest of the members…” Her throat bobbed. He could tell because he was now peppering kisses down her neck, his hot breath puffing on her, and he could feel it.
“Fuck the Wizengamot, Hermione. The moment I saw you with that fake belly I realized that I want that. I want you, round with my child. I want that family we’ve talked about, and I want it as soon as possible. I don’t want to delay our future, my love.”
“I just.. I think maybe you’re being hasty and we have not considered so many things…” She trailed off, swooning in her husband’s arms at the intensity of his request. Her hands were gripping his biceps so hard and at some point he had inserted his left thigh between both of hers, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she was completely limp with arousal now and his leg was providing the support to prevent her from slipping entirely to the floor like a piece of wet spaghetti. A curse because that support was also providing the perfect amount of pressure to her increasingly sensitive clit and, oh my god, when had she started humping his leg?
“You wanna know what I think, Hermione?” Draco’s voice was sinful against her jaw.
“Uh huh” she was done for, she sighed her response with eyes now closed.
“ I think you know I’m right, and you are out of excuses, cannot even think of any valid ones, right? I think you want me to get you pregnant, don’t you?”
“Fuck, Draco. Yes. Please.” Her plea was felt more than heard by her amorous husband, but that response was more than enough.
At some point in the conversation Draco had steered them closer toward the kitchen island and Hermione’s back was now pressing against it. She was grateful for some more support as she knew she would be unable to stay upright on her own at this point.
“Seeing you with a pregnant belly almost made me cum in my pants. Fucking cannot wait, you’re gonna look so hot when your belly starts to swell with my seed.”
“Oh Merlin, Draco. Draco, please. Please!”
“ I can feel your cunt on my leg, wife. You are dripping and so hot, I bet if I touched you you would be so ready to take me.”
“Yes, yes I’m ready.” She was babbling nonsense at this point, high on arousal at the knowledge that the love of her life wanted to start a family with her.
Draco swiftly set her on her feet and spun her around. She was now bracing herself against the kitchen island as Draco pressed on her from behind, his left arm next to hers, caging her in, and his right grabbing onto the hem of her dress and rucking it up as high as he could get it.
She reached down to help him hold on to her dress and his hand was immediately palming her pussy, “Fuck, you’re so wet, shit” and then it drifted upwards to caress her flat belly. He pressed firmly right where her womb sat and growled “Right here, right here is where I’m going to plant my seed and where it will take root in your fertile womb. I will spill inside you as many times as it takes until my heir is growing in you.”
She was gasping desperately trying to get in some air, but she was too far gone and could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs. She pushed her bum against Draco’s front, feeling his hard cock nestled against her and it made her whine knowing there were still layers of clothes separating them.
“Please, Draco, please, get in me. I need it, you’re right I want it. I want it so bad. I want you to get me pregnant, I want to have your baby in me, I need it.”
Draco’s had slid down from her belly and into the waistband of her panties, going down down down so slowly that Hermione thought he was trying to torture her. And then his fingers met her wet slit and he began teasing her clit with the softest taps and smallest circles that she knew he was in fact torturing her.
“I know, my love. I know you need it. And soon, fuck so wet, it will happen. Damnit you’re so horny, ,aren’t you? At the idea that I will make you pregnant.”
“yeeeahhh “ she whined again.
And the sound broke Draco down, he used both hands to pull down her underwear and as fast as he could he unbuckled his belt undid his trousers and shoved his boxers down to release his hard cock.
He pushed Hermione down on the counter by pressing between her shoulders, causing her to stand on the very tips of her toes and her ass to stick out enticingly.
“Shit, Hermione, you are glistening, so ready for me, aren’t you?”
And before she could respond he lined himself up to her entrance and slid in. They both gasped in unison at the perfect feeling of their joining together at last.
He was feral and she was not that far behind. The idea that he was breeding her and that soon she would be burgeoning with a life that would be half of them, a proof of their irrevocable bond, a heady aphrodisiac unlike any that could be manufactured.
The kitchen filled with the sound of Draco's hips pounding into Hermione, her gasps and moans at his length sliding into her wetness and Dracos incesant and almost unintelligible babble of “fuck, so good, so tight, gonna fill you up gonna get you pregnant with my baby”
“Yes, please, Draco. Oh my god, I am so close. I am cumming, Draco, please fill me up. Fill me with your baby!” Her voice was ragged and breathy and as she came with a gasp her entire body tensed, pushing her ass closer than should be possible to her husband’s hips. Her hands grabbed for purchase on the kitchen counter as the loud squelch of Draco pulling out echoed around them.
Draco, for his part, had ceased his incoherent babbling as he was no longer able to form any words at all. In fact he could only groan in concentration as he plunged back in. Hermione’s pussy was so wet he immediately sunk in to the hilt and his grasp on her hips became bruising as he finally spilled his seed inside his wife.
After a few seconds their tense bodies became limp against each other, Draco falling on top of Hermione and sticking to her due to the sweat they had worked up. They were trying to catch their breaths, their inhales and exhales falling into sync.
Slowly, Draco regained some strength and he began to stand straight, slipping out from inside Hermione. As he stepped back to see his beautiful wife sprawled on the counter, and his cum began to slide down from between her thighs, he could not help but feel elated at what had just happened.
He grabbed his wand from where it had fallen and muttered some tidying spells, sending their discarded clothes to the hamper, cleaning the kitchen and refreshing the air. He then scooped Hermione up in a bridal carry, as she was still limp and completely out of it from their lovemaking, and headed to their bedroom.
Hermione’s heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. She reached up to wrap her arms around Draco’s neck and nuzzled into him, all while thinking about the very real possibility that she could become pregnant very soon. She was nervous. She was excited. She realized she really, really wanted it to happen.
She could see Draco becoming the best, most doting father and she wanted to witness that side of the man she had married. Originally, they had discussed a family in the abstract, as something they both wanted but needed other things to come to fruition first before even beginning to contemplate it seriously and actively start planning for it.
They’d gotten married two years ago, after a whirlwind romance that began at Pansy and Neville’s wedding almost a year before that. They had been friendly before that, and active in each other’s social circles, hence why he knew how hard she had worked to set up the Muggleborn Integration Program. She had seen him toil away trying to clear his family name, set an example by ensuring that all Malfoy accounts, businesses and properties were above water and had no ties to criminal activity all leading to his appointment to the Wizengamot where he was drafting legislation to prevent families like his gaining too much power and harming those in less fortunate positions. It was what had made her fall in love with him before they had even so much as kissed.
And she would be lying if she said she was not jealous of Pansy, that she had not thought the very same things he had when she had been playing that silly game at the Baby Shower.
He was right, she realized. She had set up her foundation to be able to function properly without her there 100% of the time, and she would have time to prepare everyone for any potential maternity leave. And also, Wizengamot members had surprisingly flexible schedules, it really should not pose too much of an issue were one of them to require parental leave.
This felt right. Having a baby with Draco at this point would be magical.
At some point during her musings, they had arrived at their room and Draco was gently playing her upon the bed. As he tried to step back he found himself pulled down by his wife, tumbling on top of her as she languidly began to kiss him. And who was he to deny her?
“Draco. I love you so much.” She whispered against his lips. “And I cannot wait to carry our baby in me.”
Draco pulled back a little, wanting to look her in the eyes for this.
“Really? For real? I know we kind of got caught up in the heat of the moment downstairs, but I truly want to start a family with you, my love”
“Truly, I would not lie to you about this.” She caressed his cheek, amazed to see how his smile broadened in excitement.
He was looking at her like she as the creator of the universe, all reverence and love and adoration. He gently placed his hand over her womb, his mind racing with the knowledge that his heir would be growing there sooner rather than later.
“Fuck, Hermione. I am so in love with you and I cannot wait for you to be round with my child.” He whispered gruffly.
Hermione froze as she felt something stirring.
“Did you just get hard again from saying that out loud?” She whispered back,
He could only manage to nod his head. She giggled at his blushing cheeks.
“It’s ok, I think the idea of you getting me pregnant is super hot, too.” She said as she pulled him in for a kiss. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled all of him into her. “So, what do you say? Wanna make a baby?”
“Fuck, yeah!” He growled as he aligned himself and pushed into her tightness once again.
6 months later
Pansy was rocking baby Peony in her arms, watching as her friends all played a silly game at Hermione’s baby shower. How fast can you change a nappie? Unfortunately, they had to come up with a different game to the one they had played at her baby shower because it seemed that Hermione and Draco had not been the only ones affected by the fake bellies used in the game. All the couples were expecting and were at varying stages of their own pregnancies.
When she had gotten pregnant over a year ago, she had been a bit miffed that she would be the first of her friend group to begin this stage of life and that she would not have anyone to share the experience of motherhood with. But when her mother brought up the idea of a baby shower, she knew that it could provide a push in the right direction for her friends. She bought the props she needed, planned the game, and most importantly asked her gorgeous hunk of a husband to “pretty please, could you use some Peonies and Myrtles in the flower arrangements?” knowing the flowers’ magical properties would definitely put everyone in the mood.
It was not coercive, just a bit conducive. After all, Pansy was a Slytherin, through and through.
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Date: 2026-03-15 11:17 am (UTC)And lol at the twist at the end, very cunning of Pansy.