"Only if you join me?" Hermione pressed herself closer to Draco's bare chest. She was still in her tiny slip of a nightdress and flimsy robe - the only things she could bear to wear and not die of heat. At this particular moment, the tight press of Draco's chest to her front had her breasts aching for his touch. Her love life with Draco had always been extraordinary, but she found pregnancy hormones did something to her brain chemistry that had her wanting Draco far more than usual. It didn't help when he walked around in nothing but his pants half the time.