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Hermione needed to know the reasoning behind these changes, so she asked, “Why did you alter those specific points? It’s rather strange. You ought to care about having an heir, and both those points are closely tied to that.” “I simply don’t want you to feel pressured to get pregnant. My parents’ marriage nearly fell apart because their agreement stipulated they had to produce two children—an heir and a spare, just in case something happened to their firstborn. Fortunately, they managed to renegotiate the contract and strike that condition. That’s why I wanted to handle this right away. With you, I’d be open to adoption if pregnancy turned out not to be an option for us.” She sat down without a word, unable to articulate her gratitude for what he had said. Ever since the Battle of the Department of Mysteries and the injury inflicted upon her by Dolohov, she had known there was a possibility she might not be able to bear children. Healers had told her that while she likely wouldn’t struggle to conceive, she might face difficulties carrying a pregnancy to term. “And the second condition?” “I don’t want you to feel forced into anything. Our wedding will be a quick affair, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to woo my wife. The last thing I want in my life is to have a witch in my bed who is where solely because of obligations.” At that moment, her doubts vanished. Hermione picked up the familiar-looking quill and set it against the parchment. She quickly signed her name, only to realize with horror that it was her own blood appearing on the parchment instead of ink. Before she could say a word, Draco signed right beside her, saying, “I didn’t want to tell you that you were holding a Blood Quill. Not after what happened in our fifth year. Not after Umbridge used something—something long used for signing important contracts—for something as vile as torture.” “I hope this is the last thing you’ve kept from me without a good reason.” “Without a good reason?” “You didn’t consider that I might want to decide for myself.” She sighed in resignation. “I don’t like it when others decide for me.” They stared at each other in silence for a moment. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as he suddenly smiled at her, his eyes free of any worry. “I’ll try to remember that. I need to ask you something. Do you know that our relation is more than just the engagement now?” “I know,” she replied quickly, wondering where he was going with this. “So, you’re also aware that while an engagement is easy to break, the bond that connects us now isn’t?” She nodded in confirmation, then did something she wouldn’t have dared to do until recently: she reached out and touched his cheek. He understood her intent—his eyes fluttered shut as if her gesture pleased him, and he leaned in close enough for her to kiss him. A moment later, she pulled away, stood up, and perched on the edge of the desk. A strange glint of satisfaction appeared on his face. “Should I sit somewhere else?” “Quite the opposite...” his voice dropped, “... stay right where you are.” #dracomalfoy #hermionegranger #harrypotter #dramione #theodorenott
Hermione needed to know the reasoning behind these changes, so she asked, “Why did you alter those specific points? It’s rather strange. You ought to care about having an heir, and both those points are closely tied to that.” “I simply don’t want you to feel pressured to get pregnant. My parents’ marriage nearly fell apart because their agreement stipulated they had to produce two children—an heir and a spare, just in case something happened to their firstborn. Fortunately, they managed to renegotiate the contract and strike that condition. That’s why I wanted to handle this right away. With you, I’d be open to adoption if pregnancy turned out not to be an option for us.” She sat down without a word, unable to articulate her gratitude for what he had said. Ever since the Battle of the Department of Mysteries and the injury inflicted upon her by Dolohov, she had known there was a possibility she might not be able to bear children. Healers had told her that while she likely wouldn’t struggle to conceive, she might face difficulties carrying a pregnancy to term. “And the second condition?” “I don’t want you to feel forced into anything. Our wedding will be a quick affair, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to woo my wife. The last thing I want in my life is to have a witch in my bed who is where solely because of obligations.” At that moment, her doubts vanished. Hermione picked up the familiar-looking quill and set it against the parchment. She quickly signed her name, only to realize with horror that it was her own blood appearing on the parchment instead of ink. Before she could say a word, Draco signed right beside her, saying, “I didn’t want to tell you that you were holding a Blood Quill. Not after what happened in our fifth year. Not after Umbridge used something—something long used for signing important contracts—for something as vile as torture.” “I hope this is the last thing you’ve kept from me without a good reason.” “Without a good reason?” “You didn’t consider that I might want to decide for myself.” She sighed in resignation. “I don’t like it when others decide for me.” They stared at each other in silence for a moment. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as he suddenly smiled at her, his eyes free of any worry. “I’ll try to remember that. I need to ask you something. Do you know that our relation is more than just the engagement now?” “I know,” she replied quickly, wondering where he was going with this. “So, you’re also aware that while an engagement is easy to break, the bond that connects us now isn’t?” She nodded in confirmation, then did something she wouldn’t have dared to do until recently: she reached out and touched his cheek. He understood her intent—his eyes fluttered shut as if her gesture pleased him, and he leaned in close enough for her to kiss him. A moment later, she pulled away, stood up, and perched on the edge of the desk. A strange glint of satisfaction appeared on his face. “Should I sit somewhere else?” “Quite the opposite...” his voice dropped, “... stay right where you are.” #dracomalfoy #hermionegranger #harrypotter #dramione #theodorenott

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