Draco was a very proud man. He held himself highly, he walked with a purpose, and since his pardon for being a Death Eater he had never turned away from the stares he received in public. Draco was a proud man. He knew he was, and he was happy to be one. He had been raised to be one.
However, he was not currently feeling like a proud man. He was in no way, shape or form, proud of his reaction to a certain event that had been transpiring the last week.
Hermione Granger, his wife of three years, had just given birth to their first born; Scorpius. Draco had never felt that level of love, pride, and joy in his life than when he first held his son. Granger had been in the bed at St. Mungos for over 17 hours and Scoripus had fought every single step of the way until one final ear ringing scream had come from Herimione followed by cries of a newborn. Next to marrying Granger it had been the best moment in his life.
However, as soon as Hermione started breastfeeding their baby in the hospital bed, Draco had had a stirring in his gut and his lower spine that he was all too familiar with but had never experienced in such a way that was so inappropriate.
The notion was heartwarming and peaceful; Hermione providing all the nutrients their baby needed straight from her breasts. It was scientific, biological, and not in any way shape or form sensual.
Except, everytime it happened he couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. At first he thought it had to only do with her breasts, they had gotten much larger over the course of the pregnancy and he was bound to have a reaction to their larger size. Instead, he found it was not solely the breasts. A few days after his birth, Hermione had fallen asleep on the couch while Scorpius was napping. While she had been napping her shirt had gotten wet around her nipples. She had had a let down in the middle of her sleep and had soaked through her tank top and t shirt.
Draco could not stop staring at the wet patch on her t-shirt. The fire crackled in the background, his book sat ignored in his lap and he completely zoned in on the patch. His pants tightened, his back stiffened and he physically felt the drool pooling in his mouth. He wanted to taste it, he wanted to suck on her tits until she had a let down for him, he was completely enthralled by the idea of breastmilk. He thought about it constantly and shamefully began using it for inspiration in the shower.
He had seen plenty of pregnant women in his lifetime; whether on the street walking, in shops waddling around, sitting and eating for two, he had seen them constantly. But never in his life had those pregnant women had any kind of effect on him other than a deep seated longing for a family of his own one day. Now, here he was with his wife and kid, his own family, and he was having a completely different reaction than he had ever thought he was.
However, every time he had these thoughts another feeling washed over him. Pure shame. He was disgusted with himself. His wife was providing nutrients for their infant, whom she had just given birth to no less, and he was wound up tighter than a drum because of how turned on it made him. No matter how many times he tried to control it, to make it stop, to try and associate it with something that wouldn’t make his pants tighten, it never worked.
He dreamed about, he thought about it constantly, and he was fucking ashamed.
So here he was, a week after the birth of his first born, having to excuse himself while his wife breast fed their child. He had been making excuses the past day or so, and leaving the room. It had worked so far, but he doubted it would work the next however many months Hermione decided to breastfeed. Not only was it completely unrealistic that Draco cared about seeing her tits seeing as he was much the affirmative in that, not the negative, so him leaving on account of “privacy” wouldn’t work. It was also his wife and his kid so he had every reason to be right next to her while she did it, so his absence would eventually become notable to Hermione.
So far he had used the bathroom excuse three times and the shower excuse twice. The second time was ten minutes ago. It never took too terribly long for Scorpius to get full, and Draco never took long showers so he figured he could time it perfectly everynight to wear Hermione would breastfeed, Draco would shower and they would both finish their tasks around the same time allowing Draco to be the one to put Scorpius to bed. In his head it worked perfectly.
However, things never went the way they were supposed to.
As Draco was lathering up his body when he heard the bathroom door open, looking up through the fogged glass he saw his beautiful wife walk in the door. Hermione Granger had always been gorgeous. She had thick curly hair that Draco loved to run his hands through, her mind was an enigma and he spent a majority of his time when they first started dating thinking of questions that would have her going on a tangent. Her eyes were kind, her lips were full, and her smile was sweet. It was just an added bonus she had a fat ass and a great set of tits.
Now a week after giving birth she still looked as gorgeous as ever but she also looked tired. She frequently got up randomly in the night to check their baby monitor, a piece of muggle technology that Malfoy still couldn’t really understand but was thankful for, and it was showing. She had dark bags under eyes.
“Can I join you?” She asked as she stripped off her top. It was a rhetorical question considering that if he ever said no then he was very clearly not actually Malfoy and sick in the head. Making room for her under the shower spray he welcomed her in. He knew better than to try anything with her tonight, considering the eye bags, but god he wanted to. As she joined him under the water and let it soak through her hair under the spray, Draco’s eyes glued in on her tits. Her nipples had gotten bigger for sure, and he couldn’t stop looking at them.
Realizing that his fascination with her tits would become rather noticeable he averted his gaze and instead pumped her shampoo into her hands.
“I think I’m going to go into the shops tomorrow to get a breast pump. I was wondering if it would be alright with you if we could take turns at night feeding him? I could pump enough during the day that we would have enough at night so I wouldn’t have to get up every few hours and feed him. If it would be all right with you I would like to take tums every night. So like I could do it tomorrow to make sure he takes a bottle well, and then you could do it the next night and so on and so forth. This way we could at least get some sleep at night.” Hermione says. There’s a semblance of a question buried in there but Draco is remiss to find it. All he can hear is the sheer sounds of exhaustion in her voice and the effect it is having on her. It is only week one and since they have been she has gotten roughly four or five hours of sleep a night they were both exhausted.
She rinsed her hair out and Draco pumped her conditioner into her hair
“Of course, love. Whatever needs to happen. I like spending the nights with him anyways, so I could take over nights if you wanted to.” He replied, hoping that his answer sufficed. The smile on her face as she rinsed her hair suggested it did.
Motioning for her loofa, he lathered that up for her as well before she washed her body, rinsed her hair and gave him a deep kiss before leaving the shower with a soft “Good night dear” on her way out.
It was only after he had restarted his portion of the shower did he realize that he wasn't even entirely sure what a breast pump was.
Apparently, Draco found out the next evening, it was a machine that Hermione would attach to her breast that would simulate the breast feeding sensation causing a let down. The container attached to the pump itself would catch the milk. The milk would then go in a bottle and be frozen.
Draco was astounded and his mouth hung open unabashedly as Hermione pumped her breast as she held Scorpius while he was sleeping. They had just finished dinner for the night and Draco had been on clean up duty and when he had sat down in their living room he had heard a strange whirring sort of noise and when looking at Hermione had seen the breast pump in action.
“Is that… that's a breast pump?” It had come out of his mouth as a sort of question and a sort of statement before Hermione had answered his question.
And then all the ones that had followed. It was curious how easy the muggles had made their life without the use of magic. They had simplified everything. It was amazing.
And it was so fucking erotic. Draco could not stop watching the milk as it trickled down from the pump part into the container. He vaguely wished he could taste it before he once again felt disgusted with himself and came up with an excuse to leave the room.
So the next two weeks passed in perfect order as Hermione had hoped. She would pump throughout the day on whatever breast Scorpius had not eaten from, collecting and bottling and freezing the excess. All the while Draco would find a reason for his presence to be elsewhere. When it was time for the last feeding, Draco would shower before trading Hermione off and putting Scorpius to bed. Draco would feed him throughout the night while Hermione slept. When Hermione would wake up and start her day, she would get up and take charge and let Draco sleep a few more hours before he would inevitably roll out of bed and go straight to the coffee machine. The days would repeat one after the other. It was all extremely domestic and Draco enjoyed every single second of it. Her and Draco both had been able to catch up on work and reading with this new schedule and it worked out tremendously for them.
Hermione worked in the ministry and Draco owned his own potions shop. Draco wasn’t certain he would return back to work, he was quite taken with the idea of being a stay at home dad, but he was sure Hermione would. Not that they needed the money, Draco could provide for them for lifetimes over before they would even need to think about money, but Hermione liked having a job and Draco liked to stay busy. So when the time came for them to go back to work if they wanted to they would, but with Draco being the owner and Hermione never taking her vacation they both were able to take an extended leave and enjoy their new addition to the family.
Every day went smoothly and Draco couldn’t be happier. If only he could figure out the solution to this one pesky issue. His fucking sexual fascination with Grangers milk. He had narrowed it down to a couple things it was and wasn’t tied to. First off it wasn’t tied to their child, he imagined that if Hermione had just started producing milk one day he would have had the same reaction and he tended to not have an intense reaction to Scorpius feeding, more so the extra milk that was still left dribbling after he was done procured the more intense reaction. Second it wasn’t tied to some unrelated trauma with his mother, he had had, and still had, a very healthy relationship with his mother. He wasn’t too close and he wasn’t too distanced from Narcissa so it was not like he was seeking some sort of motherly bond in the form of breastfeeding from Draco.
He figured his fascination with Hermione breastfeeding was that it was solely tied to the witch and the milk itself. Hermione herself could do anything and Draco would be fascinated by it, enraptured even. He also thought it had something to do with the fact that she was providing for their child, his child, his heir. He had wanted to figure out if it had anything to do with obsession with what it would taste like so one night, while Hermione was asleep he had tried it. He had drank the rest of the bottle that Scorpius hadn’t wanted after laying him down in the early hours of the morning.
Then he promptly went into the bathroom and jacked off into his hand.
Yes the taste, and the woman it was coming, from were the two main factors. It tasted sweet and was a bit creamy, almost like regular milk but a bit better. He imagined it would taste good in his coffee and one morning when he had woken up a bit latter than usual he had tested his theory out. Bringing the cup into the living room to see Hermione on the floor playing with their infant he had been drinking it.
“I thought we ran out of creamer yesterday morning?” She had looked at him as he drank his coffee. He was a creature of habit and Granger knew he would never have drank coffee without his milk.
Pausing the cup in midair on the way to take a drink he had said, “Nope. I just finished the carton. I’ll pop out to the shop a bit later for more,” before averting his gaze back to Scorpius. He could feel the red on his cheek but as he drank his coffee, he almost couldn’t find it himself to care.
Almost.
Hermione’s accidental leaks had gotten fewer and farther in between since she had been pumping, but occasionally during the day she would still accidentally have one. And everytime Draco would stop their conversation and stare at the spot on her shirt. He was sure he was slowly giving it away, but Hermione made no comment about his erratic behavior.
So they continued for the next week or so. The schedule the same, except this time Draco would use the milk from the containers for Scorpius rather than the milk carton. He had briefly wondered if he should feel guilty for taking it from Scorpius, but according to Granger she was, “blessed with an abundant supply,” and they wouldn't have to worry about running out soon. In fact, she was considering donating some of her milk to a muggle hospital.
Draco hated that he got jealous.
Hermione had her six week check up with the hospital today, and instead of going as a family, Draco had decided Hermione could do with a little alone time. So he had stayed home with Scorpius while Granger had gone to see if she had healed up as the doctor had wanted. If all went well, Granger would be allowed to have sex again after today and he was ready. He had been jacking off so much recently he could barely remember what she felt like versus his hand. He had missed her. He had missed kissing her, touching her, and sliding into her. During his most depraved fantasies regarding his new revelation of his sexual desires he had imagined sucking her tits dry while sliding into her.
That image always had him finishing rather quickly and leaving him with some sort of ashamed post-nut clarity he didn’t feel like dwelling on for too long.
As Scorpius slept in his rocker, Draco read the book Granger had shoved in his hands one evening after finishing. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley was an extremely dark book and he found himself entranced by the words the author used. As the monster was slowly coming to life, Draco heard the key turn in the door and saw Hermione walk in with a big smile on her face. Putting his finger to his lips to notify her that their son was asleep, she nodded before coming in and kicking off her shoes. Draco put down his book and joined her in the kitchen as she grabbed a glass of water.
“How did it go?” He asked. He tried not to sound too eager. He really did try, but if the smile on her face was any sort of inclination he had failed. Miserably.
“Well, Mr. Horny, it went great. I am cleared for non-intense sexual activity and have another checkup scheduled for a couple of weeks from now to double check.” The gleam in her eye indicated that she was also excited and Draco paid more attention to that than what was going on under her shirt. Until he wasn’t.
“Oh shoot! I had tried to hurry back here fast enough but I knew this would happen. Do I need to feed him or should I just pump?” She asked Draco, trying to see when the last time Scorpius ate was but Draco was not paying attention to Hermione’s words. Instead he was focusing on the fact that Hermione had just stripped her top off in their kitchen and was unsnapping her nursing bra and reaching for the pump. Hermione and Draco had been out with friends since the birth of Scorpius and Hermione had pumped and breast fed in public but usually under some kind of spell to not be noticed. She had told him she, “didn’t want the Golden Girl's tits spread around by Skeeter and could only imagine what some people would say.” But here, in their home, she had no shame and everytime she removed her shirt it was like he was a school boy once again. Especially this time with the milk slowly leaking out and trailing down her stomach
“Draco?” She asked again, this time her hand was frozen in the air, awaiting his response to determine what she needed to do.
“Huh?” How very refined of him. Huh? Like some idiot, bumbling around. Snapping out of his tit induced trance, he turned his gaze to Hermione. “Oh! No, he doesn’t need to eat. He ate a bit ago plus he’s asleep right now. It would be more trouble to wake him.” He said before turning around and walking away. His dick was growing in his pants and he needed a minute to pull himself together. Salazar, what the fuck was wrong with him.
Her voice came from behind him, closer than she had been and his shoulders tensed up. Hearing her voice was not going to help him, her voice alone was like an aphrodisiac to him. “Oh,” her voice was soft and had a ring of curiosity about it. “You don’t have to leave every time I pump, you know?” She said, her voice sounded hurt this time and it killed Draco. He had hoped she wasn’t feeling ashamed about it, everytime the subject of her pumping was brought up he quickly changed the subject, too much of a coward to face her questions.
“I just like to give you privacy.” He said, staring into the living room, watching his son. He almost wished he would wake up so he would have an excuse to leave this conversation. He could only imagine what Hermione would think if he told her that he was sexually turned on by the pumping of her breasts. “I need to use the -” he started to say before she broke him off.
“No you don’t.” A definitive tone in her voice and he knew that they were going to be having this conversation whether he wanted to or not. Sighing, he hung his head before running his hands over his face and turning around and facing her. He made sure to make direct eye contact with her eyes, never letting them travel just a bit lower. He couldn’t do that to her right now, especially given the conversation we were going to have.
Except he failed and his eyes traveled lower. She had put the pump on and now it was going. He could see the milk coming out and collecting in the container and he struggled not to moan. He forced his eyes away from the pump on her chest and looked her in the eyes once more. “Hermione, I-”
“What is it about me pumping that makes you so uncomfortable? Is it the fact that it's not customary in the wizarding world? Well, muggle studies have shown that its the best way to give your baby the nutrients it needs. I would say I would stop but I-”
Draco cuts her off. “No. I want only the best for my heir. If it’s the milk that comes out of you then that’s what Scorpius will get.”His tone was almost harsh, but it was the truth. If the best thing for Scorpius was something that cost 1000 galleons an ounce he would pay it. Only the best for his son. Hermione still had such a curious look on her face. Draco was doing everything to tamper his dick from growing anymore than it has and doing everything to keep her eyes from dropping lower and seeing it. He is doing the absolute most to maintain direct eye contact with Hermione to prevent her from looking elsewhere.
“Then what is it? Because you were so excited for this baby, and now every two hours when I feed him it’s like you can’t be in the same room!” Draco’s eyes drop down again to the machine. The container was half full and he was mesmerized by the lines made from the milk trickling down the side of the plastic. He could hardly pay attention to what Granger was saying and damn him because he was supposed to be the perfect husband. “I mean seriously Draco, what the fuck is the big deal. You have seen my tits, and if I recall, you were and hopefully still are quite fond of them. So does it disgust you?” There is heartbreak in her voice and it almost kills Draco.
The scoff that comes out of him does little to convey that fact though. “No. It doesn’t disgust me.” He was trying so hard, so fucking hard, to be a good husband right now, but it was very difficult.
“Well it sure seems so when you run away with a grimace on your face everytime I so much as -”
“It makes me hard.” He admits. It's quiet and doesn’t come out as loud as he wanted for her to be able to hear. His head hangs again and his hands go in his hair. The sharp intake of breath from Hermione suggests she heard it regardless of how quiet it was. Looking up at her, he notices a blush on her cheeks. He steps forward, toe to toe with her, and stares into her eyes. He knows what he is about to say is going to go one of two ways. Either his wife will kick him out, or she will ask him to continue leaving when she feeds their child. “Every time I see you so much as lift your fucking shirt to pump, I get harder than a fucking rock. I cannot stop thinking about the milk that comes out of you. All hours of the day I want to be licking at you and lapping it up. It is disgusting. You are my wife and your body is making something to feed our newborn and I want to fuck you as you have a let down so it falls onto my chest and I can lick it off of yours. When you're asleep and you have a let down, I have to leave the room so I can resist the temptation to suck you dry while you are asleep. At night, I jack off to thoughts of this fucking machine and its noises.” Hermione's eyes are blown wide and her mouth is agape. Her breathing is labored and Draco doesn’t know what else to say besides, “I am so sorry Hermione. I didn’t- that was never supposed to - you weren’t supposed to know. It’s not a grimace at you when I leave rooms, it's a grimace at me and how vile I am. I love you and I love Scorpius more than I ever will love myself or anything else on this planet and I never wanted for you to see me in this light.” His eyes are still searching Hermiones for any sign of emotion when he finishes his spiel.
When the silence continues to hang in the air Draco is more ashamed of himself now than in any moment of the Wizarding War. Letting go of Hermione’s hands, he was not sure when he had grabbed them but there they were, he stepped back away from her before turning and walking to their bedroom. He is not entirely sure what to do next. He imagines Granger will not want to sleep next to him and decides that he will most likely sleep on the couch tonight.
What a fucking mess. His life has changed so much for the better since courting and marrying Hermione, but one thing must always fuck it up. Punishment for things I have done he thinks to himself. A fitting one, having everything but having it all taken away for something he had tried to control and failed. He spends the good portion of the next hour deliberating on how to get Hermione to forgive him. He really was disgusted with himself, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop his fascination with it.
A sound behind him has him turning to the door of their bedroom where he sees Hermione standing. She has a smile on her face and it confuses him just as much as it takes the air out of his lungs. “Malfoy, do you think me so dense?” A playful lilt is in her voice and Draco is confused.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh please, Malfoy. The second I fed him in the hospital I knew it had done something to you.” She smiles again and steps into the bedroom before shutting the door.
“Wait, Scorpius is -”
“With Ginny and Harry. Ginny agreed to take him for the night after my doctor's appointment. I really want to celebrate the six week mark.” Hermione smiles once again before taking her top off. It was odd, she had clearly pumped only one side, it was not nearly as full as the other one. His mouth salivated at the notion of sleeping with her while her tits were full of milk, and then he remembered what, or better yet who, the milk was for and stepped back.
“Hermione, I don’t want you to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. You should pump before we have sex. I don’t want - I mean I do want but not like this.” He bumbles through some sort of explanation before shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes closed. When he opens them again Hermione is right in front of him and her hands on pushing him to sit on the bed. Her push is a little harder than intended and he falls back onto his back, Hermione quickly follows on top of him position herself in a straddling position.
“Draco Malfoy, I want you to listen to me. I have spent the past six weeks watching you walk away from me in self disgust everytime I fed our child and everytime I pumped. However, what you seem to not understand is that if you were to walk away out of disgust for the act itself, this conversation would be going a lot differently. Did you love my hips while I was pregnant? My ass, my tits, my belly? Yes, you did. I figured you would love my breastfeeding because it is me, it is a product of me. Did I expect you to get turned on by it? No. Am I going to use this to my advantage considering I haven’t had any sort of action in six weeks? Yes, very much so. So I can pump right on top of you and grind myself on your dick and get off.” She grinds her hips down on top of him and Draco sucks in air through his teeth. “Or you can fuck me right now and see if we can make your fantasy come true.” The grinding doesn’t stop, it only intensifies.
When Draco opens his eyes he takes in Hermione as a whole. Her hair is going a little crazy, her smile is wide, her eyes are bright, her hips are moving and her fingers are clutched in his shirt. She looks desperate. She looks like Draco has felt for the past six weeks as he waited for the go ahead from a doctor as he was jerking himself off every day and night.
“I won’t last -” He starts to say because god, this is going to be the quickest he has ever come. Hermione's pussy is grinding down perfectly on his sweatpants that cover his dick. He can feel the heat from her and it's almost enough to send him over the edge. He feels as if the past six weeks have been some sort of edging that he is so close to reaching the precipice of.
“Good,” Hermione says, “because the second you touch my clit I am going to cum. I have been so horny for weeks. I need you to touch me please, I can’t do this, please. ” Her voice is pitiful as she begs.
Draco is a good husband. He prides himself on being a good husband. So when his wife asks for something he is remiss to not give it to her.
Rolling them over so he is on top he kisses her. He kisses her and its a demanding. The gasp she lets out is eaten up by his lips and his tongue as he swipes her lips before going in and exploring her mouth. His hands travel down to her hips and he tugs at the band of her shorts before shoving his hand underneath.
Her hand catches him, “Wait can I- I would like to be on top. I want to control the speed. I didn’t get cleared for anything crazy so it’s best if we do this slowly.”
“Of course, anything you want.” Draco would kill for her. Her choosing the position they fuck in is not something he would ever deny her.
Draco takes off all of his clothes before crawling back into bed and sitting at the headboard. His dick is up straight and leaking pre cum and Hermiones’ eyes are glued to it. Crawling towards him slowly, she once again straddles him. Except this time when she sits down she glides his dick to her entrance before slowly sliding down it. Her pussy is soaking wet and Draco has to grip onto her hips tight to control his movements. The last thing he wants to do right now is go faster than she can handle and ruin this whole fucking thing.
“Fucking Merlin, Granger. Did you get tighter, holy fuck.” His head slams back into the headboard as he tries to control his impending orgasm. He just has to get her off first, that's it. Conceding that the second she gets off, so can he, he slides his hand down to her pussy and searches for her clit. When she gasps loudly and her back arches, pushing her tits directly in his face, he knows he has found it.
With quick circular strokes he has perfected over years of practice, he watches in amazement as he sees the Golden Girl find the edge of her orgasm. He can tell she is fighting it as her nails dig into his shoulder and she bites her lips. Whimpers fall from her as his fingers press harder into her clit. She needs a small push over the edge, and as his mouth latches onto her unmilked breasts and begins playing with it with his teeth she finds the orgasm she had been desperately trying to reach.
Her body's reaction is as beautiful as ever. A soft scream comes from her throat and her legs tighten around his hips as he can feel her pussy tighten around his dick. Her head is thrown back and he can see her pulse point in her throat. Wet sounds come from where his hand is still rubbing her clit, but now they are accompanied with sounds of her wet cunt going up down his hard shaft. Draco moans into her breast as his hand goes back to gripping her hip, guiding the way she moves.
With his mouth still on her breasts, he suddenly feels something warm pool in his mouth. He makes a noise of astonishment before going to pull back from her breasts. Instead, Hermione places her hand on the back of his head and keeps him right where he was, forcing him to continue drinking. “Don’t you dare Draco.” His eyes lift to hers from below his lashes and she can see a smile on her face. “I’d hate to waste it.” Her voice is sweet and her eyes are as well, but the words are almost mocking and Dracos' dick twitches inside of her from the implication of those words. He is not sure what is implied in those words but some sort of meaning and feeling is there, he just can't put his finger on it.
The milk is warm as it comes out of her in gushes and Draco can’t contain the groan that comes from deep within his chest as he closes his eyes and drinks straight from the source. For weeks he had been drinking bottled and unfrozen milk and this was so much better. It was creamier and somehow sweeter than it had ever been. With Hermione bouncing on his dick as his fingers dig into her roughly. He can feel some dribbling down his chin and landing on his chest as he continues to drink, gulp after gulp, swallow after swallow. He wants to drown in her breastmilk. With the grip he has on her hips, and her breast milk filling his mouth, Draco cums deep into Hermione. It's the fastest he has come in a long time between the tow of them, but he knew it would happen. Going from his hand multiple times a day to her wet cunt was not going to be a scenario where he could last as long as he used to. He was going to have build his stamina aback up, but he was not upset about the practice that would take. His eyes roll back in his head and he tries so hard to stay attached, he doesn’t want to miss a drop, but the latch breaks and Hermione's nipple escapes his mouth and Draco's head ends up on her shoulder as he pants from his orgasm.
Hermione sighs above him as they both settle into their after-orgasm glow. There is a clock ticking somewhere as Draco watches some more milk leave Hermione’s nipple. The entire scene is erotic; Hermione straddling his hips as his dick softens inside of her and their mixed juices leak out as her milk also comes out of her.
“I threw out a carton of milk that hadn't even been open.” Hermione's words are soft, and seem to be just conversational, but he knows he has been caught. His shoulders tense before he sighs and looks back at her. "What a waste of milk that was." She’s once again smiling. “You really are thick in the head if you didn’t think I would figure it out Draco. I’m the brightest Witch of our age. I can tell when bottles of my milk have been missing.” She smiles at him once before kissing him and pulling him down to cuddle her on the bed.