When I go down to breakfast the following day, I am dismayed to see Draco already there making coffee.

I go to quickly back out before he notices me, but unfortunately, he looks up, his grey eyes piercing mine.

"Coffee?" he asks. "I just put one on."

"Is it decaf?"

He nods. "Yes, Astoria insists I avoid caffeine whilst we are trying to conceive."

I look away, recalling the other night and wanting to die with awkwardness. How did I not expect this? Was I seriously thinking it was going to be a wild hot time fucking the Slytherin Prince? We were trying for a baby for his wife for fuck's sake.

I just hope he gets me pregnant quickly and then he can be on his way. Maybe I might even be pregnant already? Instinctively, I place my hand against my stomach which does not go unnoticed by Draco who has moved across the kitchen towards me with my coffee.

His eyes flick down, and I hurriedly remove my hand, feeling shamefully caught out. Instead of saying anything, however, he just frowns as I quickly take it from him.

"Do you have any plans for today?" he asks, not moving away from me.

With him being so close, I am hit by his scent, causing the memory of him being on top of me to flash in my mind.

I shake my head. "No. I might just take a wander around the grounds."

"I can give you a tour, if you would like?"

"Oh," I was not expecting him to offer to spend time with me outside of our baby-making activities and the occasional awkward dinner with his mother. 

A smirk flickers on his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. "No need to look so shocked. I can be a gentleman."

I smirk back. "The little evidence I have experienced so far indicates otherwise."

He raises an eyebrow, and I just know he is thinking of how he pleasured me to a shuddering orgasm with his fingers before he took his turn.

I cannot help it, I feel my face instantly flame and I look away, silently cursing myself as he softly chuckles.

"Let me cook you breakfast and prove to you otherwise, then," he says. "After all, if you are indeed carrying my child already, you need to be looked after."

I am in complete shock as he ushers me to the kitchen table, ordering me to sit down and drink my coffee while he takes care of everything else. I watch him, mesmerized, mentally planning to tell Ginny all about this strange imposter claiming to be Draco Malfoy.

Fifteen minutes later, a full English breakfast is placed down in front of me. I look around for the house-elves but there does not seem to be any. Draco chuckles once again at my face and sits down opposite me, tucking into his own breakfast. 

"Are you usually like this?" I ask, taking a bite into an extra juicy mushroom. "Domesticated, I mean?"

He shrugs. "Not much else to do around here. I don't need to work so I find myself trying to stave off boredom most of the time."

"But what about the house-elves?" I ask, realizing that I haven't actually seen any since my arrival. 

"We don't have any." Draco shrugs. 

"But-" I look around at the huge kitchen we are in and think about the size of the rest of the place. "Who does all your chores?"

"We have a cleaner who comes over twice a week, and a gardener, of course." Draco says, a crooked smile at his lips as he clocks my disbelief. "But I mostly cook. Mother sometimes does as well, but not as much. Astoria, not at all."

"Do you mean to say that those three course dinners we have been having were all made by you?!" 

He nods, still smiling at me, his eyes flashing with amusement. "Don't sound so surprised. I just made you this, didn't I?"

"Why not get a hobby, then?" I ask curiously, suddenly finding I want to know more about the elusive Malfoy boy. "If you're so bored, I mean?"

"There's nothing I feel particularly passionate about. Since the war, everything just seems... irrelevant." 

I frown, thinking about what Draco had to endure through those dark days, knowing he was on the front line for most of the horror. It must do some damage to a person.

"Well, I'm sure having a baby in your life will give you something to live for."

His eyes pierce mine. "I'm not suicidal, Snow. Just uninspired."

"What I meant, is that perhaps this baby will inspire something in you? I know Ginny talks of nothing else since she and Harry had James. Fuck, they are even talking of trying for another. Crazy bastards."

He frowns. "You don't want children of your own one day?" 

I shrug, poking my fork into the fried egg, watching the yellow yolk ooze like pus out of a pimple. "I don't understand why anyone would want a shitting, screaming, clingy brat in their lives to be honest. But each to their own I guess."

I glance up to see Draco studying me, his lips flickering into a smirk. "I guess we've picked the right person for the job, then."

I smirk back. "I like Astoria, and I don't want to let her down."

"Well, we better not then."

I feel an unexpected flutter in my stomach as a twinkle flashes in his eyes, the air suddenly feeling very, very hot.

*****

After breakfast, we wander the grounds, walking side by side as Draco points out the names of plants and trees. He seems to know a lot about everything. 

"You know," he says as we stroll into the rose garden, frowning slightly at me. "I do not seem to recall you in school. But I remember your sister, Dolores. She was in the year above me."

"Wow, thank you for making me feel so fucking special," I mutter, kicking a stone in my path. "And after everything I am doing for you and your wife."

He chuckles, clearly amused by my surliness. "I didn't mean it to be a slight. Your sister was in Slytherin. I'm pretty sure you weren't, else I would have remembered you."

I shake my head. "No, I was in Gryffindor."

He stops in his tracks, a startled look on his face. "You're a Gryffindor?!"

The tone of disgust in his voice is evident. I feel immediately defensive. "Yes, and? Is that going to be a problem?"

He seems to give himself a little mental shake. "No, of course not. But Gryffindor? You really don't strike me as one. No doubt you were in Potter's little fan club then?" He sneers as he says the name, exactly as I do.

I shake my head. "That bastard put my father in Azkaban, remember? I love Ginny but I will never understand why she married him. I know he saved the world and everything," I mutter, wrinkling my nose. "But after he took my father from me, he confiscated all of our family's assets and gold, claiming it was all acquired from criminal behavior and therefore belonged to the Ministry. He left me and my sister with literally nothing."

"Shit. I'm sorry," Draco says, looking genuinely sympathetic. "I never realized he did that to you."

I shrug, what else can I do? "Most people say we had it coming what with my father's war crimes. He was responsible for ordering that blow to the castle which killed my best friend's brother. I'm surprised she still fucking talks to me, let alone cares about me."

Fingers brush against the back of my hand. I look up startled at Draco's gesture.

"You're not responsible for your father's actions." He says, his voice soft as he entwines his fingers around mine and gives my hand a gentle squeeze. "Believe me, I know all about that. And how it feels to be persecuted because of it."

I swallow, not letting go of his hand, enjoying the comfort it brings me.

It isn't until we arrive back at the manor that I realize our fingers are still entwined.

*****

Ten o'clock that night, there is a knock at the door. Of course, one I am expecting.

This time, I am more prepared clothing wise, making sure I am dressed in a lacy black nightie with underwear all removed for super quick access.

Quickly positioning myself on the bed so that I am on my back, I prop myself up on my elbows and toss my hair back over my shoulders.

"Come in," I call out, hoping I sound sexy and inviting.

I hold my breath as the door slowly creaks open. Dressed the same as always, Draco enters, shirt sleeves once again rolled up to his elbows.

I can't help but notice the startled look on his face as his eyes rake over me. But he quickly composes his features.

"You look nice tonight, Snow," he murmurs, his voice noticeably hoarse. "I assume from your attire that you are okay for me to come in?"

His meaning is very clear.

I smile and nod, biting my lower lip in what I hope is a sultry manner. Despite the awkwardness of the previous time, I find I am actually looking forward to this.

He closes the door, and, not taking his eyes away from me he walks towards the bed unbuckling his belt. This time I watch, enjoying the view as he kicks off his trousers, the bulge in his boxers already prominent.

I guess he too is looking forward to it.

I remain propped up on my elbows as Draco climbs onto the bed and crawls across the mattress towards me, an unmistakable glint in his eyes.

As soon as he reaches me, he ducks his head and catches my lips in a kiss, causing me to instantly sigh against him.

"Take your shirt off," I groan against his lips, reaching up to start tugging at the buttons.

I am relieved when he instantly obliges, pulling back to clumsily shrug it off himself, clearly keen to reconnect our kiss.

As soon as he is done, he practically dives down to urgently catch my lips back in his. He groans and shivers as my hands greedily roam up and down his taught body, loving the feel of his hot skin against my fingers.

It's crazy how much I want him, desperate for the moment when he pushes inside me, filling me up as I consume him whole.

But he doesn't go straight there, instead enjoying kissing me as he presses hard down onto my body, the weight of him on me feeling utterly glorious.

Eventually, when the kissing gets too heated, he pulls away from my lips and begins to trail hungry bruising kisses down my jaw, my neck, my collar bone.

He reaches up and roughly tugs the front of my nightie down, freeing a breast. He hungrily swirls his tongue around my nipple making me whimper and shiver in delight.

"Yes," I sigh, arching my back up, hungry for more, "oh yes."

It is such a blissful sensation with my entire body fizzing in sheer desire.

"You're so beautiful," Draco rasps, his mouth still teasing my nipple. "I want you so badly."

"Please," I beg, writhing beneath him and arching up my body into him, begging for him.

To my relief, he frees himself from the confines of his boxers, his hands brushing up my thighs, sliding my nightie up around my waist.

And then he is pushing inside me, causing my vision to be blinded with white lights.

"Fuck," he rasps, pushing all the way in until he can't go any further. 

And then he begins to move, his thrusts painstakingly slow. "You feel so good... fuck..."

But neither of us are able to hold back and we are fucking furiously, the headboard banging noisily against the wall as Draco pounds into me hard over and over again. Our moans drown everything out, both of us desperate to reach that point of no return.

We reach our orgasms at the same time, moaning into each other's mouths, holding each other tight, pushing our trembling, sweaty bodies hard into each other.

Afterwards, he collapses down on top of me, the room filled only with the noise of our frenzied breaths and furious beating hearts.

This time, when he rolls off me and passes me a pillow to put under my back, he doesn't get off the bed, but instead flops down next to me as I stare up at the ceiling, recovering from the intensity of the fuck.

"That was-" I say once I'm recovered enough to speak. "That was amazing."

A soft chuckle. "Got to admit, Snow. I've had worse."

"How fucking rude!" I holler, reaching out to wearily smack his shoulder.

He turns his head, his grey eyes crinkled at the corners as a crooked smile plays on his lips. "Alright, you've got me, Snow. It was fucking amazing. Happy?"

I nod, my lips tugging helplessly at the corners as I feel a fluttering of sheer, unexpected joy.

"You don't have to stay you know," I say softly as we continue to gaze at one another, Draco seemingly making no attempt to leave like the previous time.

He cocks an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me to piss off?"

I quickly shake my head. "No, not if you don't want to."

I notice a flicker of a frown at his brow which instantly smooths over. "It felt rude the other night," he murmurs. "I mean, I felt bad... just leaving you like that."

I reach out a hand which he greets with his own, entwining his fingers with mine.

"You shouldn't feel bad," I say, "I know what I have signed up for. I'm going into this with my eyes wide open."

"Are you, though?" His eyes twinkle sadly as a look of concern flickers over his features. "Harper, are you sure you will be able to give up your own child?"

"Your child." I remind him. "Yours and Astoria's."

He looks sad for a moment, his eyes casting downwards as his gaze settles on our entwined hands.

"Yeah, I suppose you are right." He untangles his hand from mine, rolling away from me.

I feel slightly disconcerted as he climbs off the bed and goes to get his clothes.

"Well, um, goodnight," I say, hating the disappointment I feel as he dresses himself.

He pauses, looking down at me for a moment. And then he bends down to press his lips against my forehead.

"Goodnight, Harper."

My heart flutters both joyously and sadly as he straightens up and leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

******