He folded her into his arms and kissed her everywhere he could reach while his hands applied gentle pressure everywhere else. Hermione let out soft moans from his touches because he knew just where to apply just the right amount of pressure to heat her core. He always knew. Sometimes she wondered if Draco knew her body better than she did. He had spent so much of their time together mapping her skin and every curve of her body. Only in the past months, he had taken to relearn her curves as they grew or changed. Just then, his palms found their way to her full and heavy breasts where he teased each nipple with his thumbs before repeating it with his tongue. With his warm palms on her hips, he guided her to the chaise they had recently set up in the overly large bathroom. It was to help Hermione when standing grew too strenuous for her. Not for the first time, Hermione contemplated how much of a bother it was to be pregnant and that this child better be worth it. But then she would look at Draco looking at her stomach and all her worries and discomfort would vanish.