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Hermione Granger's lover was ever the generous type. She never felt unkept, or lacked attention. Gifts were showered upon her person, lavish and otherwise. Not that she asked for any of it. No, Hermione Granger regularly told Draco to shove his rich boy gifts where the sun-don’t-shine, even when he tried placing baubles from his vault at her throat.
Hermione Granger operated on her own merits and always under her own name. She could and would obtain anything her heart desired. Accept a Baby it seemed.
"Dammit." She cursed and threw the small stick that held enough urine to drown the damn thing, in the sink. Bracing herself against the porcelain of the office loo she tried not to cry. This was the seventh month in a row. All she asked for was two little lines, begging for it. Whole heartedly, pleaded each and every coupling her and Draco partook in. Then each and every month she was met with only one, stingy shitty line. Negative.
Then the back pain and cramps started. She was utterly empty, again.
A baby.
She wanted a baby. Hermione Granger needed a baby. She stayed up late each night, spread lazy across Draco's bed sheets, twisted in silk as he ate from her. Always so generous, lapping at her clit as she whispered to him. Day dreaming about growing a swollen belly, rubbing at her body lovingly.
In company meetings instead of taking notes she compiled baby name lists miles long.
Alexandra
Cypress
Desiree
Scorpius
Hugo
Rosie
Matthias
Triton- no that one sucked.
She swooned over little knit booties on display shelves when she walked Highstreet after work. Making her usual way to Flourish and Bolts. Marveling at silken day dresses in the maternity section, admiring how she would eventually look heavy with child. Glowing. She didn't even give a fig about stretch marks or swollen ankles.
Now in her thirties her biological clock hadn’t kicked in, like girlfriends had warned. Still, she had watched as all her female friends started to announce pregnancies and upcoming nuptials. Honestly last year felt like the wedding train would never end. Invitations coming from seemingly left, right and center. She never once felt left out, behind, or like she was missing something.
Her career fulfilled her. Her philanthropic pursuits provided her with a sense of just accomplishment. She hadn't found she wanted what her best and closest friends had. The constant coughing and runny noses was a turn off to be honest. More so when she volunteered to watch Ronald's kids one evening. So was the plague-like cold she was bestowed with after. Everything was sticky. Why is it always sticky?
That was, until Theodore and Draco picked her up for their weekly luncheon. One made a comment on buying a shower gift for the administrator of their department. Hearing the wistful note in his voice, watching his eye's curve over the swollen belly of the younger woman. The manly sigh of –what that a note of wanting? Something changed for her, kick started something. A tingly thought of "maybe" developed.
After dragging her heels in the sand as to what was bothering her for weeks when Draco asked, she unladen upon him in her usual tsunami of emotions.
Draco fucked her face down that night, hand on her neck, groaning absolute filth into her ear. She begged him to fill-her-up-good as she called him Daddy on repeat. It was glorious, debauched, filthy. She loved it.
The next day filled and still leaking cum she sat pretty as a jewel sparkling behind her desk. Just knowing she was impregnated. Her period came two weeks later, like clockwork.
Draco proposed three weeks after that. She didn't need marriage. Hell, she didn't need pledges of love undying. She was Hermione Granger. A noun. She was a complete sentence for fucking Merlin's sake! A household name even.
Hermione needed a baby.
Babies.
Baby!
The next two negatives were nothing. Mild slights that left her mildly miffed. She knew these things took time. She brushed it off, like a piece of lint on her cashmere skirt. Also helped that the sex was explosive between her and Draco. Now they were fucking for a result not just to get off. Experimentation really was the spice of life.
The sex! Gods above and below. The sex to get her pregnant was some of the hottest hook-ups of her life. Sneaking into closets at Draco's office as she desperately tried to not moan too loud, potentially getting them caught. Him pulsing with virility when he emptied himself inside her.
The one time he hauled her into the restaurant bathroom. Locking the doors as she gasped for more, bent over the sink, her head hitting the mirror. She left her lip stick print smeared to the surface. Draco said he came too fast watching her. Shame Skeeter retired, because the piggy backing beetle of a woman, bless her heart, would have fainted dead at the words coming from his mouth.
Now she was faced with yet another negative and wanted to scream. Failure to conceive again, Hermione hated failing. Despised anything less than a perfect O. All day long she had to resist the urge to curse the secretary of the department floor she worked on. Her frame fit to bust out her tiny suit ensemble due to "popping" with only weeks left in her own pregnancy. Made her want to light her hair on fire.
Hermione took a tissue, blew her nose, and splashed water on her face. Catching her eye in the mirror she fluffed her hair and wiped her eye makeup. Grabbing the pee stick she vanished the thing into the ether. She was Hermione Fucking Granger, no way a little infertility was going to stop her from getting what she wanted.
No, this required research.
Lucky her.
That was almost just as orgasmic.
The full moon hung fat and low the night of the Summer Solstice. It was tinged orange from the late summer heat and was at its peak for her plans. That year the full moon coincided in perfect union with Lughnasadh. In her opinion sensational synchronization. Fate even. If you believed in that stuff. Divination, notwithstanding of course. Hermione believed the logical conclusion of her numerical equations instead. Telling her more data than a few tea leaves in a cup, generally up for personal interpretation.
Several more months had passed with Hermione trying to conceive, her mind slowly devolving in her obsession to get pregnant. Draco had started bringing her gifts every three weeks timed to just before her period. If she saw another box of chocolates or her favourite ice cream again next to roses on her work desk, front door step, or the parlor table in the morning room. She swore she was likely to chuck it all at his head.
Draco, the dear, bless his heart. Took to showering her with jewels and affection more than ever. The man was insatiable trying to breed his little heir into her belly. Several talks came about marriage. A winter wedding he thought fit the narrative they kept. A new glittering diamond ring sat very pretty on her finger. Teasing her each time she waved it barking orders to staff for countless cases. The man was trying so hard, she compromised and said yes.
In the end, faced with another negative, Hermione ran tests on herself. Even stole some sperm from Draco, had it run by a andrologist. Nothing, all tests came up with good motility. Thank you for modern muggle medicine, by the by.
Nothing was wrong with either of them! Zero answers. Zip. Based on pure medical science findings their ability to conceive should be fine. Stress they suggested. Draco booked a spa getaway. She started cycle syncing, eating more protein, less cardio and more weights. More fiber, less sugar. Organic only.
Next she turned to blood. Running analysis on her magically limited line with that of Draco's. Her results came back inconclusive. No curses, no magically induced barriers.
Nothing.
The last negative was the final straw. Hermione was a Witch, this called for something a little more intensive. She found it deep in the library. Books on fertility rites, and the old gods. Moon rituals. A cleansing of the body and how to ripen the womb for seed. She dived deep into planetary alignment and moon patterns, bonds to the Earth, magic of the house.
Hermione came up with a plan.
The drawing room of Malfoy Manor was her destination and the house elves scattered like dust motes when she arrived. Draco knowing she was coming over didn't bother her when the wards of his home admitted her. The Manor's future mistress rippled passed those wards that stood the test against even the most brutal onslaughts of magicks. Regardless of what his father had let onto the estate. Draco now at the helm, the Manor was nigh impenetrable. He sent a quick message that he'd find her later after business hours. Good, he didn't need to see this yet.
She hummed lullaby's under her breath, emptying her beaded bag with everything she needed. The same ones she grew up listening to from her own mother. She placed numerous candles in an arc pattern around the drawing room.
Yes.
The Drawing room.
Specifically, the drawing room was the epicenter of the manor. It held a large circular sky light. Stained glass mosaics set in astronomical patterns brightly displayed constellations of the night sky. Interwoven with blooming battle scenes from legends and myths. Greek, Norse, Mesopotamian, Egyptian, you name it. The work was stunning. Biblical even. Pre-Romen Empire.
The drawing room was lined with specific statues on each side. Twelve of them in total. The last time she was here, when Draco had the manor cleanse, she noted they depicted Old Gods. Long forgotten ancient things she didn't even think Draco knew. These Gods graced into existence before time itself. Hermione instinctively knew she was not the first to use this drawing room for this rite. It seemed far too fitting.
Gemstones and other ritual items made a new home at pivotal points around a chalk drawn circle. Hermione took her time to get everything completely flawless. Perfection was absolutely needed.
Fresh spring water in a bowl made of copper sat in the South. Three piles of gray mineral rich salt surrounded it. Mounds of Ash in the West, amethyst and bay placed beside. Pot of top quality frankincense cut with tallow in the North, incense lit to right. Seven sprigs of rosemary twined with red ribbon and nestled amongst a bough of wheat; East. Sigils marked the perimeter, each one chosen with specific purpose.
Nodding she slit her palm and warded the circle with blood. The manor shifted under her magic, the foundations pulling strength to guide the ritual Hermione invoked from the Earth itself. Leylines the Manor sat on, no longer dormant. The room now steeped in magical resonance to the rest of the rolling grounds. Finished Hermione sent about enticing her lover, stripping clean, rubbing perfumed oils into her flesh. She was getting that baby. Enthusiastically she dipped her hand into a pot of gold flecked salve, she painted sigils on her body.
"What the hell was that?" Draco shook his head out of his stupor as Theodore paused mid-sentence. The meeting about next month's quarter almost wrapped up, before both men froze as waves of lineage magic rolled into them from the line of Malfoy. Both men felt need and desire bloom inside their gut as Hermione's ritual pulled all willing and fertile men towards her. Nott blood being not so far removed, was tugged up in the magic as well.
"Master!" Drippy, his house elf, with his consistently runny nose like that of a four year old, shivered into existence.
"Mistress." The frail thing squeaked. "She's in the drawing room, the house is prepared."
"The house is wha-?" Theodore stuttered. His body responding to the call naturally fell into step beside Draco as they walked to the drawing room.
Draco felt the house flare again. It pulsed in power he had never felt. Pulling him along an invisible string in his chest to find his wife in all but name.
"What did he mean by ‘the house was prepared’?" Theodore stuttered, oxfords sliding on polished hard wood floors.
Drippy who vacated as soon as he delivered the message could no longer be probed. Draco balls ached with every step toward his destination. Vaguely some part of his mind knew his body was reacting in the same way Theodores was. The single minded focus to impregnate his wife won out though, as the two men all but sprinted down stairs cases. Both now looming wanton animals set to find their female.
"Hermione, love?" Theodore Nott's voice chimed, as he watched Draco all but become consumed by fertility rite magic. Theodore was still fighting for coherency. He would never admit it out loud, but watching Hermione and Draco's love story left an ache deep in his bones. Not that he was green eyed in his jealousy but, what bloke wouldn't yearn to call Hermione Granger his.
"What in Merlin's left nut are you doing in here?" Theodore latched his hands onto the door frame. His breathing struggled to come in anything but gasps, as his cock flooded with blood. He noted the circle she sat within.
"Getting us a baby." Hermione smiled over her shoulder, the large thick wool cape of a delicious shade of red encased her. Her tangle of curls tumbled wild and free down her back. Her face was smeared in flakes of gold leaf, provocative lines trailed glistening down her throat. The rune of ingwaz upon her forehead.
Theodore thought she looked like a provocative temple priestess. Ready to parlay with the statues of the Gods around her. Draco on the other hand swore out loud. The large wooden doors slammed behind them, when magic all but pushed the two men into the room. Compelling them to go to the witch who called.
Theo took in the distinctive lines of a ritual circle. A silver blade held within her hands. Blood magic. Hermione was dealing in blood magic and rituals. He knew she wanted a baby badly. Didn’t know she was this deep. There were other options. Had they exhausted them he could have helped.
Every month her empty womb crushed her in ways that Draco confided he couldn't reach. Draco, his best mate, had confided in him the struggles he and Hermione had. The man had even blamed himself one night over whiskey. Thinking some evil and twisted Malfoy had placed some curse on the blood for coupling. Hermione wasn't pure enough for the likes of twisted dead men.
Nott's research proved nothing as he privately helped look into the situation. Several Malfoy's within the family tree had gotten an 'un-pure mistress' with a bastard across several branches. Hermione had cried on his arm one evening after hearing a close friend had announced her second was on the way. Theodore ached for the women, all three of them were only children. He understood the want for more, for family. Not even her own friends had been able to commiserate in her grief. Having lives and being at different stage points within their own.
"Come." Hermione lifted her hands and beckoned to them both. "Come to me."
"Hermione I think-" Theo stuttered. His head swivelled back to the door, it glowed, sealed shut. Magic dense and rich, rolled throughout him his cock weeping. He thought he could use his own prick; it was so hard to pry open the door's ward seals. His breathing became laboured, stressed in his plight. Draco groaned in real pleasure as the magic pulled on him harder. The magic heaving on the blood of his house.
"Enough." Hermione's eyes glowed connected to enchantments, the very life force of the house, she stood gracefully ethereal. The magic of Draco's house pulled at him, Thoedore’s instinct warring, sending the hair on the back of his arm, and neck to stand on end. "It is time."
The cloak she wore dropped, pooling around her. Her body completely bare beneath it, she flicked her fingers, sending the fifty or so candles aflame.
"Sweet Mogana and Circe’s left tit!" Theodore swore. Hermione threw her head back, palming her own breast, rolling a stiff nipple between her fingers. He gaze cast above at the matching circle of the sky light, moon beams danced cascading down to encapsulate the ritual.
"Come." Hermione pulled the men towards her again. Draco all but crawled his way to her now, his body doubling over in desperation. Clawing to get between her legs. His tongue was already poised to taste her from the core.
"A baby." Hermione purred, rolling her hips into his face, as she placed one leg on his back, forcing the Malfoy man to his knees.
She chanted, as both men passed the circle line. Her incantation flawless while Draco set to worship at her feet. Thoedore palmed himself through his trousers moaning in pleasure. God's above, looks like Draco's big mouth was good for something else than whining. No wonder Hermione stuck around.
Theodore didn't know what to do, watch?
Join?
What was the protocol for when you became trapped in a fertility ritual by accident. They don’t exactly teach you this in school. His answer came in the slim fingers of Hermione grabbing his waist and pulling him down to their level. Lowering gently each body to the floor. Somehow Draco was already naked, his pale arse high as he devoured his lover's cunt. Lewd noises passing the man's lips. Sounds Theodore never thought he'd hear but now would never forget. Not to mention the absolutely divine looking cock he had.
Now Theo knew he had something to be jealous of.
Hermione groaned, palming Theodore. The magic pulled again on a decades old familial bond that shared the blood of all Britain Pureblood families. Tumbling down to his knees he let go, and fell. Worshipping at the altar of her body. He licked Hermione's belly, up to her beautiful tits. Handful of her flesh he massaged under his palms. He bite into her shoulder nearly drawing blood, with the intensity of his want. If this was a one time thing he was damn well getting his fill.
Capturing the pleas out of her mouth, he kissed her like a man starved. Her body withering under him- no them. The full moon light glowing off her bronzed skin, dusting of pure gold glittered on her body. A goddess divine. By the Gods Hermione Granger wanted a Baby. If that was what she wanted, then he'd damn well give her one of his.
Draco, already set himself between her thighs, cock pumping in rapid rolls of his hip. His body was sweating, as his dark eyes watched him pleasure his future wife. Sweat beaded across Hermione's chest and Theodore licked it off her. Her lids fluttered shut as sensation after sensation rolled throughout her body. Her skin tingling, as whispers of magic sang, coaxing both men to spill their seed in her body. Breed her.
Hermione knew without a doubt the House's magic she summoned from the very foundations of the Malfoy Manor, the magic that laid in the very grounds, would have her pregnant this night. She would be with child before the full moon of the solstice passed over her circle. Draco growled above her as he spilled within her womb for the second time a matter of minutes.
"Sweet Circe, Yes!" Hermione rolled her hips in time to his thrusts, trying to force him somehow deeper. His white blonde hair swept back and stuck up with perspiration. Sweat also gleamed off his abdominals. Her breath was stolen with each push and pull of her body. Hermione relished the power she held, tomorrow would come, with it the consequences and bruises. She could see the anger behind Draco's eye's as he fucked her. His paced punishment itself. His eye's tracing all the places Theodore put his mouth. Envy and excitement warred on his face.
Theodore, sweet Theodore. Licking her tits and nipping her throat. Marking her up, his mouth was perfect, his tongue lathing her flesh in sweet love bites. She saw his body and her mouth watered. To be fucked by him was a fantasy she never voiced. His thick curly brown locks, twisted over deliciously dark blue eyes. If the God’s gave her two men, who was she to deny their whims.
“Yes.” Hermione thought, "Tomorrow would come,Any fallout from this ritual would be dealt with tomorrow.”
She had a baby to make.
"Please, please. Please!" Hermione pleaded, begged, grabbing Theodore to her. She pressed her mouth to his, her tongue licking into him, spearing into his mouth, in a way that hopefully mimicked the way he'd fuck her. Theodore was delirious with want. Draco groaned as he watched the two of them together. As mad as he was at Hermione, he could not deny watching her wield his house's magic was glory unto itself.
Malfoy's coveted power, wealth, prestige. Her claiming of it before the bond of marriage, calling it to come and fulfill the lines- to grow them. Well, a Malfoy could only hold out so long against that kind of assault. It was the hottest fucking thing he's ever watched her do.
Hotter still would be giving that mouth something to do other than beg. His girl loved having her mouth full. Theodore’s cock had been leaking a steady stream of fluid. His body aching for a hole to fill. The man rubbed himself over any and all flesh available to him, coating her body.
"Fuck her throat." The idea had him commanding. "Do it, she needs to be stuffed full."
Theodore wrenched from her mouth to run his cock along her lips. She opened, sticking her tongue out. Both didn't need to be told twice. Theodore caught the bottom of his shirt between his lips, pushing his trousers down below his bum. He rubbed the weeping tip of his cock against her lips. Memorizing the way this felt and looked. Purposely smearing precum from the tip of his cock all over her mouth. Hermione whimpered as she dragged her tongue up the underside of him, swirling it as best she could manage at the tip. "Fuck, Hermione. Need you so fucking bad. I won’t lie, I’ve thought about this. You're beautiful."
Draco's gaze closed in a guttural curse watching the two of them together. Rolling into Hermione again, having cum too many times to count.
"Look at me, Sweet Pea." Draco cooed to his Lady. He flicked his thumb against her clit, rubbing sinful circles in a way he knew she loved.
Draco leaned forward, placed a hand next to her head. He hiked both their hips up, pressing her body into the floor at a delirium inducing angle. Fucking into her one last time, knowing that magic had wrung him dry, his spend seeping out with each thrust inside his woman.
"You love this don't you. Being fucking used by two pureblood Lords. You don’t do anything by halves do you."
Rolling deeper still, Hermione all but folded in half, while Theodore pumped her throat. He watched her neck stretch to take more of the man, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Now it would seem, though no fault but serendipity, he would be his baby's other father. Twisting the lines of their house even tighter. Acceptance came swiftly with the reality of what would occur. Draco steadily found his initial anger, turned to want. Want for her, want for them. Them now included Theodore. Whether he was willing was to decide after.
"The feel of my cock filling you, has you cumming like a bitch in heat." Draco accused. Pinching her clit, the need to bring her higher still warring with the ritual to breed her. "Don’t think I can’t feel your cunt squeeze me each time I spill inside you. You're dripping out so much of my seed, Sweet Pea."
Draco eyed Theodore the man groaning, head thrown back in ecstasy, as he pumped cum into Hermione's throat. Seemed he too like a bit of dirty talk.
"Going to breed my heir into you now. Our Heir." He said as he reached for Theodore's hand, placing it upon Hermione's belly, he fucked her in slow hard thrusts. Pushing and pulling her body in any way he wanted.
Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Theodore fucking roaring now as he spilled again into her mouth.
"That's it. Swallow. You need to swallow all of it Sweet girl." Draco rubbed her neck, enticing more of her reflux. "Your body needs every last drop. Wherever we can put it."
"This is right, isn't it." Draco grinned wickedly, his mental facticity coming back to him as the ritual crested over him and started to peak on Theo.
"There is no way you don't leave this breed. You needed more, my Golden Girl. You needed to be fucked right by two to be with child." Draco barked out a laugh, his hips stuttering again.
"Yes! Fuck, yes Draco!" Hermione came hard, her cunt strangling him. Draco came again. His cock deflated rapidly in his last orgasm. Theodore all but pushed him out of the way. Draco laughed, slugging the man before taking place at her head. Rolling her body onto all fours Draco set about whispering all the filth he could muster into her ear.
"Yes, please." Hermione delirious now as the ritual held her firmly in its grasp. Forcing her body to yield, ripen. Draco could feel the wards tugging into the room harder, holding it suspended in magic. Several candles were burnt to the bottom. He glanced up to see the moon just shy of its apex.
Jesus has he been fucking his girl for hours? How many times did he come, how many would Theo.
"It's my turn now. Going to have you fit to burst before we're done." Theodore notched himself at her entrance, pushing the dripping spend of Draco back into her. Theodore whimpered at the feeling. Bliss, the feel of endless cum pumped around him as he set a blistering pace into her body. The need to add to it, consuming him. "Perfect, bloody perfection you are. Look at you, your womb is already looking full. Gonna be fuller when I add to it. Full of us."
Draco licked, sucked and kissed her as she milked Theodore through his orgasm. Draco took Hermione's hands, placing them against her belly. Her body bowed in pleasure, as their hands stroked her flesh.
"I need- I need more!" Hermione howled. Demanding. Her body arched in pleasure. "Not enough, again!" Theodore spilled inside her, twice rapidly. His body convulsed.
"Knew you'd be like this. Deviant little thing.Should have herald you too groaning in that supply closet. Fucked my fist twice in my own office after hearing it." Theodore's hips kept up their pace, fucking into Hermione even as his body collapsed into her. His head lolled back and forth, placing kisses along her spine. "Knew you took a cock like this. You're always so good. So good at everything."
Theodore's words turned into muttering as her cunt squeezed him again, enticing more spend to fill her. His hands clamping her hips, as Draco thrust her back for him. Hermione’s body arched up again as she faced the moon, her body glowing.
"Fuck her harder Theo." Draco growled, before gasping Theodore's hair, and roughly kissing him too. Draco's teeth biting onto Theodore's lips, bruising what was already taken so roughly. "Fill her up, quick she needs more of you. Breed our Witch."
Theodore moaned long and low, as his tongue licked back at Draco. The ritual magic whipped up his spine bringing him back. His balls achingly full again. His chest felt too tight, his skin felt scratchy. He felt like light was coming out of his toes. Each time he came, spilling more and more of himself inside Hermione's little body.
"God's above! I want it to be mine." Theodore gasps. Secret yearnings now pulled to the surface by ancient magic. Magic that swelled as the last of the ritual played with the three beings at its center. The Statues flanking the room now facing the triad, looming as they partook in the coil.
Theodore flipped Hermione again, twisting her inebriated body into ways that fit his desire. Everyone breathing in the essence, high on fertility magic's pulsing in abandon.
"Want you round with a child so bad, Sweet pea. Watch these tit's fill out." Theo growled, mouth having gone dry.
Draco's body ached, muscles abused. As the magic pulled small amounts of fluid from his cock. Draco mourned his poor cock, the thing was wrung out and devastated. His body; still trying to give Hermione more. The dismal amount dribbled down onto her body that he massaged roughly into her skin. Swiping up the fluids slicked between both Hermione and Theo's body he wrote ruins with it above her belly, along her chest, neck, writing his and Theodore's name along her ribs.
Draco roughly pulled her head back with the roped of hair he had wrapped around his fist. His mouth crushing into her, sloppy, mixing anything of himself into her.
"You're gonna be such a good mother. Made such a gorgeous mess of you haven't we" Draco lifted her higher, pushing her up under him, and forced her legs to spread wider. Making all three of them watch as Theodore fucked her. Everyone feeling this last time would be it. Draco used his two fingers slicked up, he spit on them and rapidly rubbed her clit. Hermione's body shook, holding nothing back, giving everything. "Go on, make him fill you again. Make us a baby, Our Lady."
Hermione screamed into the night, as the moon light passed the ritual lines. Both Draco cumming onto her body, as it arched up towards the moon. Theodore pumping her somehow fuller still, his spend mixing with Draco's, flooded in Hermione's own essence. The ritual magic bled away. The candles snuffed. The newly formed Triad swept up in exhaustion, letting it consume them.
Years later when Hermione's Twins sat for their house sorting. The Hat would promptly place them in Slytherin. In what would become known as The Malfoy Sit. The hat hovering scarcely over top of each child's head. Never touching, or coming into contact, much like their father before them. There was no other house for children of elder gods to be put. Hidden away deep under the ground where their magic was birthed from. Where they could be watched by an equally ancient being in the guise of a Giant Squid.