POV: Hermione. Christmas Eve...

Draco's mum sent us an owl last month begging us to spend the Christmas holidays with them. After days of convincing Draco, yet again. He finally agreed too.

We decided we were going to tell his parents that I was pregnant in person. Draco said he could control the situation better facing them, than sending an owl. So we agreed to break the news gently on Boxing Day.

I had my second appointment with Samantha and Draco went with me of course. The babies were doing splendidly growing at a settled pace within my body. Draco and I still agreed that we wanted to be surprised on the sexes the day the twins were born. I still felt rather strange, but luckily I hadn't been sick yet. Fingers crossed I wouldn't at all...

I had just finished packing when Draco entered our bedroom. He had a worried look on his face standing before me. He pulled the Daily Prophet from behind his back and held it up for me to see the gossip column of the new so-called journalist Heda Hopper.

"Baby, I don't know how this happened or who told her. But I will get to the bottom of this." Draco was furious handing me the paper to read for myself exactly what Heda had written.

Heda's vindictive brazen annoying personality oozed through the moving picture. She was smiling up at me and winking with one of her ridiculously over the top feathered fascinator's on top of her supposedly natural pink hair. I read it aloud...

"Evidently, we have some exciting news coming from within our grand Wizarding world. Directly from my sources at the honorable St. Mungo's hospital. That the famous and might I add, scandalous newlywed couple; Draco Malfoy and his lovely bride, Hermione Granger, are expecting their first child! Both to whom are ministry workers as to which you already knew, my wonderful avid readers! The new Mrs. Malfoy is due sometime this spring! We look forward to seeing their bundle of joy!

They were not available for comment.

Your favorite gossip columnist, hopping away...

Heda Hopper."

"Oh, no..." I panicked almost becoming sick, as the paper fell to my feet. "Do your parents read the prophet?! It's Rita Skeeter all over again!" I yelled with disgust. "I'll put her into glass jar if I have too!" I warned aloud. Draco laughed at me confused. "What are you talking about putting her in a glass jar?" He asked while circling his arms around my waist. "Oh, nothing..." I sighed still holding the possibilities in the back of my mind, remembering my past of dealing with fabricating fake journalism.

"My mum reads the prophet, but my father refuses to any read it any longer." He faltered knowing I was still worried, trying to comfort me. "At least, she got the story wrong. She doesn't have the full truth." He expressed as I interrupted him. "Like usual." He smiled at my little joke. "Well just leave right now and get the paper before my mum reads it, hopefully she hasn't." Draco was apprehensive suddenly looking to the side of me thinking and met my gaze again. "We need to go now. Are you ready, baby?" "Yes." We gathered our belongings quickly and disapparated to the Malfoy's other mansion...

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Dryadalis greeted us at the door instantly as if he knew we were on our way, patiently waiting for us to arrive. He was still wearing his adorable butler's uniform.

"Master Draco! Madame Hermione! We are so glad you are able to join us for the Christmas festivities! Come in, come in!" Dryadalis was over the moon with excitement.

"Thank you Dryadalis! We are so excited to be here too!" I assured him, while Draco sort of smirked at him being too busy to talk searching for the prophet.

"Mistress Malfoy is in the lounge if you care to join her. I will take your belongings to Master Draco's room." Dryadalis smiled taking our bags as Draco took my hand hurrying down the long hallway to the lounge.

Narcissa was sitting in one of the wingedback chairs by the fire reading a book. She looked up at us through her black cat eyed reading glasses. "Oh! Draco! Hermione!" She put her book down to greet us with a motherly hug. "Dryadalis didn't tell me you were here!" She seemed annoyed, but Draco helped his cause. "He's placing our bags in my old room." Draco insured his mum.

"Oh, good. Well your father is in his study. Would you like for Dryadalis or I to tell him you've arrived?" Narcissa asked as Draco quickly responded. "No, we will see him in a bit. I want to show Hermione my old room." I noticed Draco was looking around for the paper when his mum was looking at me. "That's Fine, dear. You two get settled and we'll see you around dinner in a couple of hours?" Narcissa informed us while Draco nodded kissing her cheek. "We'll see you in a bit Mrs. Malfoy!" I called after her as Draco vastly changed course taking my hand out of the room leaving in a flash.

We were in the great room and I finally noticed Narcissa's Christmas style full of beautiful, but hauntingly aesthetic Slytherin decorations of black, green, and silver effervescences cascading every corner of the room. The Christmas tree was black, but it was real. With clear crystals and emeralds dangling and shining against the magically lit silver lights. The ornaments were all Slytherin themed with expensive tastes. They were moving in a circular motion by themselves to show off every angle. I then noticed the black marbled fireplace with four emerald green stockings. They were long and depth perceptive. I knew the fourth one represented me. I was humbled and thankful.

"Accio Prophet!" Draco whispered for the paper and the bold parchment of false information made its way into Draco's hand. "I don't think she's read it. It feels firm and unread." I looked at it intently along with him. "I read her mind too. She hasn't read it. I know her, should would have mentioned something." Draco and I were relieved and kissed each other to celebrate. Draco hid the paper in his coat.

"Do you want to see our bedroom?" He asked with a suggestive smirk looking deep into my eyes. "Yes, I would love that." He didn't hesitate by taking my hand walking us out of the great room and guiding us up the grand black marble staircase to the second floor.

We entered Draco's old bedroom of the Malfoy's second home. It reminded me so much of the Slytherin Common Room. Everything was black and green from the draperies to the bedding. There was even a fireplace that you could see through to the bathroom.

Draco pulled the prophet out of his coat and placed it in the fireplace turning the flames on with his mind. He was incredibly talented with his wizardry.

Draco held me in his loving arms and placed his hand on my pregnant pooch. "How my our babies?" He smiled at me gesturing towards all three of us and kissed my lips. "We are doing good." I looked at him as he was giving me that familiar wanting sex hungry glare. He softly let go of me removing his wand from his coat.

He flicked his wand as my clothes and undergarments came effortlessly off laying on the floor next to my feet. "Oops." Draco ominously and sexily confessed with all sexual intentions of having his wife. He walked towards me making me walk backwards to the bed.

I laid on his king sized bed, watching him while he flicked his clothes off. Draco was still gazing at me at the foot of the bed about to attack his prey with sexual deviant desire...

He crawled onto the bed, hovering above my naked body making my back arch. Draco then lowered himself to sexually tease me with his saturation of lascivious licks tasting every inch of my body.

Draco's hard and reared gallantry entered my wet and ready fume, that we knew existed only for our pleasures of heated love filled venereal passions. I wanted Draco inside of me forever...

"Uuhhhaa, oohhh, Draaaco..." I breathlessly moaned as he thrusted inside of me with each rhythmic up and down movements feeling every inch that makes him a wizard...

Draco lifted my right leg over his left shoulder going even deeper inside of me as I gasped, my eyes rolling in the back of my head taking hold of the Slytherin green comforter with my fists.

Our sexcapade was in full swing not realizing someone had just entered the room.

"Draco?" The familiar dark voice of Lucius Malfoy filled the bedroom.

We turned our heads instantly as I screamed seeing his father standing there. Draco pulled the comforter to cover more of my naked body.

"Well, well, well, a late afternoon rumpy pumpy I see?" Lucius beamed with pride seeing us in this position with my leg still hanging above his son's shoulder. And his son still deeply inside of me...

"Father! Get! OUT!" Draco yelled at him fiercely.

"I'm sorry I interrupted. I just came to say, hello." Lucius' dirty little grin was smeared across his face. With his left eyebrow raised.

"HI!" Draco loudly mocked reminding me of his teenage attitude. "We'll be down in a minute! God dammit Father leave!" Draco's neck was turning crimson, he was reaching beyond annoyance now.

Lucius smiled again, placing his hand on the fancy doorknob about to leave. "Lift her hip up more, Draco." Lucius instructed his son winking at us and left the room finally.

"Oh. My. God. Did that just really happen?" I was overwhelmed with embarrassment covering my eyes with my hand. My cheeks were still burning red from mortification.

Draco removed my hand from my eyes and smiled at me. I thought aloud, "Well I guess he was nicer at least." Trying to make light of what just happened. We laughed into each other's mouths going into a lustrous sugary kiss. Draco pulled back for a second to darkly tell me... "Now, where were we? Oh, right about... here." He shoved his delicious manhood deeper inside of me, making me gasp continuing his talents of satisfying my every need...

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