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Granger was killing him.

She knew what she was doing, making noises like that.

And the noises weren’t even for him. No, they were for some therapy bloke with their hands all over his wife.

And she was occluding. She wouldn’t even let him hear her thoughts as the physical therapist stretched and massaged her right in front of him.

Their soul-bond usually allowed Draco to hear Hermione’s every thought, but she was a powerful enough occlumens to keep him out if she really wanted to.

Evidently, being pushed, pulled, and bent over an exercise ball was reason enough to keep him out.

The only reason they were in this mess was because she wouldn’t listen to him. After discovering she was pregnant, Draco begged Hermione to take maternity leave from the Holyhead Harpies, but she insisted she’d finish out the rest of the season.

This stubbornness was why Draco was forced to watch his wife—his whole world—tumble down off her broom and hit the stadium’s forcefield before he could leap from his seat.

After harassing a security guard, they’d let him on the field to leave with her to St. Mungo’s.

Healer Nott was the only individual they’d trusted with the knowledge of Hermione’s pregnancy, and he couldn’t prescribe any muscle-relaxing potions as they were a risk to their otherwise healthy baby.

So, off to physical therapy they went. Resulting in Draco sitting in a stuffy therapy gym pretending to read as he watched Hermione’s arse in her leggings bent over an exercise ball.

“Alright, Hermione. Stand in front of the table here,” the physical therapist (John? Jake? Whomever) said, helping Hermione up from the exercise ball. “Let’s adjust it to your height.”

Jerry lowered the table until it was level with her hips. “Go ahead and bend over for me, love.”

Love? Oh Jacob would pay for that.

“Like this?” Hermione’s eyes locked with Draco"s before she leaned forward, presenting herself to both him and the therapist-who-must-not-be-named.

“Just like that,” he encouraged. “Now, one at a time, raise your legs until they’re parallel to your torso… Great!”

Deciding he couldn"t watch this anymore, Draco attempted to push into Hermione’s mind.

He kept his touch silky smooth as he caressed her mental walls, trying to convince her to let him in.

Hermiiione, he teased, be good and let me in darling. I know you can hear me.

Face down upon the table, Hermione shook her head.

No? he pulled back for just a moment. You’re going to be in so much trouble when we get home.

Josh, oblivious, continued his instructions. “Just a few more reps… Good.”

Yes, darling, you’re doing so good. You look so fucking good bent over the table like that. Do you think he knows I have you like this, on our kitchen counter in our home? Or do you think he thinks you’re a good girl, laying back and taking it?

“Awesome! Now, up on the table on your hands and knees.”

Yes, baby, get on your knees, show him how you bend over for me.

Hermione climbed up onto the table, and she must have been teasing him on purpose with the way her arse was stuck out.

“Have you heard of the cat-cow stretch?”

Hermione jumped, as though she’d forgotten the therapist was even there and Draco could hardly wipe the smirk off his face. Good.

“N-No,” she replied, her chest heaving.

If she was panting already, he wondered just how riled up he could get her from across the room.

“No worries,” Jackson placed a hand on the curve of her spine and pressed down, arching her back in a way that Draco typically associated with an orgasm. His cock hardened at the thought.

“Just arch your spine down… and back u— smart girl, you don’t even need me to tell you what comes next!”

You’re my smart girl, aren’t you? he cooed. That’s right, arch your back like you do when I pound into you from behind. You like that, don’t you? When I take you from behind and fill you with my cock?

A strangled moan escaped Hermione’s lips and Draco had to bite his knuckle to keep from groaning back.

“Alright, Hermione?” Jasper asked at the outburst. “You look flushed.”

“Yes,” she glared at Draco, “yes I’m fine, just a deep stretch.”

“As long as you’re okay,” he said and turned to Draco. “Now, mate, pay attention to these ones, she’ll need help doing them at home.”

Draco let out a noncommittal hum.

“Lay on your back, please.”

Hermione took a deep breath before lying back, trying valiantly to avoid acknowledging Draco, but he knew she couldn’t last.

From this position, Draco saw her pebbled nipples peek through her shirt.

You look so pretty when you’re ignoring me, darling.

Her cheeks flushed further, and she sent a spike of annoyance down the bond that went straight to Draco’s cock.

Are you frustrated, pretty girl? he mocked. Imagine what you’re doing to me. On display with another man’s hands all over you. Another man touching my wife filled with my seed pregnant with my heir.

“—going to put your hands on her hips, and find her hip bones, like this, then apply medium pressure.” Jason ran his thumb over Hermione’s hip to show the proper positioning, and Draco let out a rumble deep in his throat.

Jeff didn’t notice, but Hermione’s eyes locked to his.

See what you do to me? he growled, grating his words across the bond. I can hardly watch him touch you. You’re mine. And when we get home, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t even remember his name.

“Now, only using your torso, arch your back,” what’s-his-face instructed.

Draco bit back a moan at the sight of Hermione’s waist lifting up off the table.

Despite therapy bloke"s continued instructions, Hermione’s eyes remained on Draco.

Eyes on me, darling wife. Don’t even look at him. He is nothing to you and me. He is just in my way. Now, I want to play a little. Think you can stay quiet?

She nodded.

Draco sent a surge of pleasure through the bond and watched as Hermione tried to maintain her composure, pinching her thigh to keep still.

You can feel me, can’t you beautiful? Feel my hands all over you from across the room.

Focusing, Draco touched her through the bond. He raked his attention from the backs of her thighs up to her waist and slowly dragged it across her nipples causing her to arch her back further.

“Perfect,” Jasper encouraged. “Last one for me now.”

Draco let out a chuckle.

Perfect indeed.

“Last exercise; you’ll need a mobilization belt,” Jartholemew said, holding out a circular strap. “Put this around your waist and then I’ll take the other end.”

Hermione gingerly put it around her lower back, looking uncertainly at Draco.

Go ahead, little wife, do as he says. I can see you rubbing your thighs together for me. You’re so desperate aren’t you, slut? I already filled you up so good, what more could you want from me?

“Perfect! Now, scootch your bum near the edge of the table and bend your legs ‘till your heels are as close as you can get them,” he said, patting the table’s edge.

She moved her perfect arse towards Johnathan, keeping her feet close together. Draco could hardly sit still as he watched Jeremiah spread her knees apart.

He barely made out what was said as blood left his cock and rushed to his ears.

“Relax, Hermione. Don’t clench your legs so hard, it’ll throw off the stretch.”

Jehosephat took the other end of the belt and wrapped it around his waist, bringing his hips flush to the table, lined up with Hermione’s cunt.

Draco saw red, dropping his book, and standing from his chair when Hermione finally spoke across the bond.

Please, Draco, she begged as a wave of her arousal flooded Draco’s veins. Let him finish, I’ll be good I swear.

His eyes nearly rolled back at the sound of her pleading and he settled back into his chair, resigned to watch Hermione continue to near grind upon Jake.

“Alright, with my hands on your knees I’m gonna push back,” Johnny said, pulling his groin away from Hermione’s slowly, the strap arching and stretching her back.

A tiny whimper left Hermione’s throat as her pelvis tilted towards the floor.

Yes, perfect girl, I’ll take you just like this when we get home.

Hermione licked her lips and Draco was unable to control the jolt of his pelvis, pressing his hard cock further into the seam of his trousers.

The therapist released the stretch, and Hermione’s waist lowered onto the table.

“You okay to do more?”

“Um-”

Be good and finish your exercises love, spread your legs for someone else like the needy slut I know you are.

“I-I can do more,” she looked up at Jarrold, the picture of innocence but for her pebbled nipples and likely aching cunt.

Jerusalem repeated a few more reps while Draco teased Hermione, sending waves of desire through the bond.

After their exercises, Jesse gave Hermione explicit instructions to continue her therapy at home, with Draco’s help.

This should be fun

They were hardly through the floo before Hermione pounced, throwing herself into his arms and clashing their lips together. Draco was all too happy to oblige his little wife, he lifted her effortlessly, hauling her legs around his waist, and deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth with a groan.

He marched them towards the other end of the house, lips still intertwined.

Hermione pulled back with a gasp, “Where are you taking me?”

“We were told to practice your exercises, were we not?”

Hermione groaned and reconnected their lips as Draco brought them to their home gym.

“Now, my darling,” he murmured against her lips once they’d entered the room, “why don’t you be a good girl and undress for me.”

She snapped her fingers, wandlessly vanishing everything except her knickers, and brought her lips to his throat, sending bolts of lightning across his skin.

He adored her like this, eager, desperate. Like he was for her.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you little witch?”

He could feel her smirk against his neck as she refused to answer.

“If that’s how you want to play, then fine. I’ll torture you just as you tortured me all afternoon. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the bouncy exercise ball from across the room.

“Sit.”

Hermione’s brow furrowed.

“I won’t ask twice, love.”

She sat, finding her balance on the ball while he knelt before her.

“Now, spread your legs for me like you did for him.”

“Draco he wasn-”

He slapped the side of her thigh, just hard enough to know he wasn’t messing about.

“I promised to be gentle with you now that you are carrying my child, and I will, but you are Testing. My. Patience. Spread your legs.”

Leaning back on her hands, Hermione opened her legs at an agonizing pace. He hooked her legs over his shoulders to steady her.

He parted the lips of her cunt with his thumb and found her drenched for him. He descended on her like a man starved, devouring his wife with intent.

Hermione vibrated, the exercise ball making it harder for her to balance as Draco mercilessly sucked on her clit. His needy wife ground her face against him and he let her chase her pleasure.

She slipped into his mind and he preened at her desire to be so connected to him.

Please, Draco. Please I need—I need to come, please don’t stop.

She always got so desperate for him when she teetered on the edge. Although it pained him to do so, Draco pulled back, her arousal dripping from his chin.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Ah ah,” he tsked. “ You tortured me all afternoon. Time you pay your dues, Granger.”

Lifting her once more, he carried her over to a table. He set her down, turning her to face the mirror lining the far wall.

“See how pretty you look, little wife? How could you blame me for being unable to help myself?”

“Please fuck me,” she whined while he undressed.

“You need to be reminded who you belong to.” He strode over to her, sliding her forward until she rested right at the table"s edge. “Remember when he had you lying like this? Well, now it"s my fucking turn.”

He grasped his cock, guiding himself in between her thighs, prodding the entrance of her drenched cunt.

“You—” he notched himself just barely inside her, “are mine.”

He thrust into her, setting a brutal pace he knew would drive Hermione to the edge. Her hands scrambled to find his back and he could feel her eyes on him in the mirror.

Do you like watching me, darling? You like watching me claim you, fuck you until I’m all that"s left? Gonna keep you so fucking full darling so you never forget. I’ll give you as many heirs as you can take if it will keep you to myself, his thoughts came spilling across the bond and Hermione responded in kind, repeating the one word he most wanted to hear:

Yours.

“Fuck, Hermione, always so fucking good, sucking me in like you need it.”

“I need you, Draco, please. Please let me cum on your cock. Please."

“Begging like a good fucking slut, go ahead and come for me Hermione,” Draco picked up his pace, and pressed his fingers to her clit, allowing his signet ring to graze it just how she liked.

“I can’t fucking wait until you’re all swollen with my heir and then everyone will know you’re mine. Know how you begged to be filled while you bounced on my cock,” he was babbling, but he didn’t care. “You’ll feel me dripping out of you and know that you begged for this, to be so fucking full of my cum that you—”

“Gods fuck, Draco. I want—fill me up—please, I want your cum inside me. Please, please, I-”

She screamed as an orgasm washed over her, causing her cunt to flutter around Draco’s cock and her pleasure flooded down the bond, pushing him over the edge as he spilled inside her. She was made for him, made for this, made to take every last drop of his cum deep inside of her.

He dripped down onto her thighs as he pulled out. He used his hand to collect the spillage, fucking it back into her with his fingers as she let out a contented hum.

“Fuck,” he panted. He pressed a devoted kiss to her temple as they caught their breath.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if I fucked a twin into you after that one.”

Her laughter was musical as his cheeks flushed at the ridiculousness of his statement.

“I"m not sure that"s how it works, Draco.”