Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

A Flutter of Hope || one-hundred and twenty-eight

"I can feel you staring at me, Draco." I said, without turning my head to look at him.

"Is it really that obvious?" He mused.

I finally gave into the urge and looked over my shoulder at him. "After all these years, yes."

"Can you love-birds keep the flirting to a minimum?" Ron groaned from the other side of the tent. Draco whipped around to glare at him. "Unless you want to add another sling to your Christmas list, Weasley, I'd keep your mouth shut."

"Bloody hell, alright." Ron rolled over onto his side, facing his radio. He turned the dial to higher it up— drowning the rest of our voices out.

"Well that's him sorted," I turn to Draco, laughing softly.

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A few hours into the night, there was an unusual sensation of cold creeping down my spine. I squirmed around a little bit, barely managing to crack and eye open when I realised— the pair of strong arms I was all so used to weren't wrapped around me.

That's unusual.

I quickly sat up and stared around, my legs tangling in the blankets beneath me. Suddenly, there was a sharp twinge in my lower pelvis. I gently place a hand on top of my stomach, groaning softly under my breath. There was no sign of Draco.

For fucks sakes.

With one hand on a nearby stool for support, I managed to push myself up from the floor. There was a terrible ache inside my stomach. Despite feeling as though I weighed a ton more than an elephant, I crept silently across the floor.

Pushing the fabric opening aside, my eyes turned down the forestry slope. Draco's silhouette could be seen through the slithers of moonlight that lit the clearing below. He was sitting atop a lopsided tree.

Slipping sheepishly out the tent, I start my way down the slope— but not without a solid crunch of leaves beneath my feet. Draco's head snapped in my direction— his eyes widened in alert. At least until they met mine. That's when his expression softened dramatically.

"You alright?" He asked, watching every step I took towards him.

"Definitely," I sighed, giving him a tired smile. Draco returned the gesture, but with a more empathetic edge to his lips. He gently patted the space beside him, gesturing for me to come over. "C'mon..."

"Okay..." I whisper, pressing both of my palms flat against the log. No matter how hard I tried to push myself off the ground, my legs refused to move. "Shit..." I panted, short for breath. Draco eased an arm around my waist and pulled me up from the ground. My cheeks flushed fifty shades of red as he set me down next to him, our thighs pressed against one another.

"Thanks..."

Draco nodded but didn't say much. Instead he pulled his arms free of his jacket's sleeves and eased it around my shoulders. "That comfortable?" He finally asked.

I look up to him and nod.

Draco moved closer, slowly gauging my reaction as he slipped an arm around my waist. When I didn't shudder or groan, he pulled me flush into his side. "I'm sorry if I woke you up..." he murmured softly. "You looked so... at peace... I didn't want to disturb you. I only fancied taking a look at the stars tonight."

"It's okay." I assure him, placing a gentle hand on top of his thigh. "I think I was bound to have a restless night anyways."

Draco looked at me. "Are you having aches again?"

I nod slowly. Draco sighed deeply, only to pull me tighter against him. Just then, as though his gesture could be sensed, there was a warm, fluttery sensation inside my womb.

My entire body stiffened and my cheeks flushed.

"Y/N?" Draco wiped the hair from the side of my face. "Is something wrong?"

But I didn't say anything. I simply placed a hand on top of the swell in my lower pelvis, hoping to feel the sensation again. Draco seriously looked concerned.

"Y/N— if somethings—,"

"Shh!" I hissed, gently massaging the tips of my fingers where I felt the little flutter. Draco stared at me in silence for a couple of moments, when a surge of warmth met my fingertips again. "It's the baby..."

Draco's face went pink. "What?" His voice pitched at least an octave.

I turned my head around to look at Draco's concerned profile. "Oh, come here..." I whisper, taking his right hand and pressing it against my lower pelvis. Draco looked nervous, but curled his fingers around the swell nonetheless and waited for a few minutes.

There was another gentle kick, and Draco's fingers twitched in my hand. His gaze softened at once. "Oh my god," he whispered, cuddling me further into the side of his frame. I looked down to see his strong hand splayed across my stomach. "That's— thats—,"

"Our baby," I smiled up at him. A certain warmth ignited in Draco's eyes. One I hadn't seen in a while. He leaned over and brushed the hair off my face, tucking a curl behind my ear as he did so.

"Ours." Draco repeated, leaning towards me. No words had to be said. I simply leaned into him at the same time, a hand on his chest and lips inches away from his— when finally I kissed him.

Draco closed his eyes and memorised the way my lips felt on mine— the way we kissed. I closed mine and appreciated the sensation of our noses brushing, and the sweet taste of mint in his mouth. It was always the little things. And these little things can so easily be lost in a war like this.

My hand came up and pressed against the underside of Draco's jaw. He traced smooth patterns with his hand down my back, the other still placed on top of my stomach. I could feel the faint stubble growing along his jaw.

"You need to shave," I whispered in between breathless kisses. The sound of Draco's faint chuckle vibrated into my mouth.

"Do I?" Draco panted, smiling as we lost ourselves in the sensation of each other.

"Mhm," I murmur, his palm caressing my throat, making me shiver against the heat of his body. There was a solid warmth building up in my abdomen, and a similar, boiling thrum in each of our veins.

"Don't suppose we could sneak away for the night, do you?" Draco whispered against my lips, that familiar, mischievous look wiped all over his sharp, porcelain face. "Book a hotel in the city— be back by dawn."

"A night away," I agree, hardly able to get out a word with the pace Draco's lips met mine. "Just what I need..."

"Sounds like a plan, sweetheart."