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Unconscionable Behavior	By : UnseenLibrarian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Unconscionable Behavior

Author's Note: Hello. This is my first fanfiction written as an
adult, and my first Harry Potter fanfiction ever. I've read loads of
them of course, and have finally fleshed out this light-hearted plot
bunny which has been hopping around in my head for a while. I'd love
to hear what you think of it. Thank you!

~***~

Lucius Malfoy, stern, imposing, former Death Eater and member of
Lord Voldemort's inner circle, rich, powerful, able to strike fear in
the hearts of lesser wizards, was suffering from a headache. Trying
to find peace and quiet at the breakfast table, he groaned to himself
as a piercing cry suddenly split the air. He clung white-knuckled to
his Daily Prophet and stared at the print unseeingly. "Please,
dear Merlin, make that infernal racket stop!"

Narcissa arched one delicate eyebrow at him over her teacup.

"Lucius, darling. That 'racket' is your newborn grandson
asking for his breakfast." A baby's desperate howl punctuated
his wife's words.

The Malfoy patriarch pulled the newspaper down over his head,
muttering. "Narcissa, my head is aching. I ask again, why do we
have to listen to these… ululations... every morning?"

Narcissa rolled her eyes. "You already know the answer.
Hermione wants to be able to hear baby Scorpius when she's not in the
room with him, so she cast a charm on these conch shells to project
sounds from his room to alert her when he wakes."

Her husband scowled. "She isn't in THIS room. Can't we turn
the bloody thing off?" With a sudden mad gleam in his eye, he
whipped out his wand and eyed the fussing seashell appraisingly. His
wife snatched it up and hid it under the table's edge.

"No! Keep your wand in your trousers, Lucius, and be patient.
Hermione will attend to Scorpius direct– ah, there, you hear?
She's feeding him now." Indeed, the cries had stopped. Instead
the grandparents could hear Hermione's soothing voice and Scorpius's
gentle suckling sounds. They heard Draco's low baritone too,
murmuring loving words to his wife and son. Narcissa beamed at her
husband. He momentarily glared at her, then grunted and rattled his
paper rather forcefully as he began to read again.

"We didn't have such things when Draco was an infant. I see
no need for them now," he muttered to himself.

Narcissa couldn't hold back a feminine snort of disbelief. In his
own way, Lucius had certainly been a loving father to Draco, but he
had always managed to make himself scarce during the messier and
noisier parts of Draco's infancy.

A short time later, they could hear the quiet sounds of a baby
being changed and motherly cooing. At that moment Draco appeared at
the breakfast table and greeted his parents pleasantly as he reached
for toast and tea. "Hermione and Scorpius will be down in a few,
he's just finished nursing," he said.

"Thank you so much for that update, Draco. We had no idea
they were even awake, seeing how sound doesn't carry over that
blasted snail shell well enough!" Lucius spat out,
glowering at his son. He'd really meant not to say anything, but his
head was hurting and he could take only so much new-age
parenting drivel. His left eyelid twitched. Draco looked at his
father in surprise for a moment, and then his trademark smirk settled
onto his features.

"So, Father," he began. "What do you think of
Hermione's Eavesdropping Charm? It is a spot of brilliance, if I do
say so. It's wonderful to be able to do things about the house while
Scorpius is sleeping. No need to hover within hearing distance during
his nap-time. Very liberating!"

Lucius fixed his son with a
piercing glare and said flatly, "There are certain things that
should remain private, Draco. Tending to an infant is one of them."
To Lucius's intense annoyance, Draco erupted with laughter. His son's
mirth at his discomfort did nothing to assuage Lucius of his
headache. Without another word, he folded his newspaper shut, laid it
on the table, and made to depart the dining room.

His dramatic exit was thwarted by the timely appearance of
Hermione and Scorpius. Lucius stopped and smiled broadly at his
grandson, all discomfort temporarily forgotten. The newborn was a
plump happy baby with blond curls and gray eyes. Without hesitation
Lucius scooped Scorpius out of Hermione's arms and nuzzled the baby's
cheek with his nose, spouting nonsensical baby-talk as he did so.
Draco and his mother exchanged identical knowing grins. Six-week old
Scorpius had his big tough grandfather wrapped right around his tiny
baby pinkie.

Ignoring his gruff father's paradoxical display of affection,
Draco rose and helped Hermione sit at her place at the table, pouring
her tea and passing the plate of scones to her. "Thank you,
Draco!" she said. She smiled at him happily.

Narcissa turned to her daughter-in-law. "Hermione, after
you've eaten, I thought you and I might decide on what we should wear
to tonight's Ministry Ball. This will be your first evening out since
Scorpius's arrival! You must be looking forward to it."

"Yes I am, Narcissa! I have been itching to see everyone from
work and to feel like an adult again. I love Scorpius to death but I
have begun to feel like little more than a dairy cow most of the
time, breastfeeding him and pumping extra milk for a back-up supply!"
Hermione chuckled. Draco and Narcissa joined her in her laughter but
Lucius rolled his eyes and rather unceremoniously handed the baby
over to his wife. "I've heard enough! I'll be in my blissfully
quiet study ridding myself of this headache. Good morning to you
all!" He stalked out.

Draco shook his head after his father's
departing back. "I find it highly entertaining that Father can
be so easily perturbed by something as natural as feeding a baby!"
he grinned. Scorpius gurgled his agreement while Narcissa cuddled
him. "Now Draco, you know how private your father is. These baby
listening devices you and Hermione have charmed have him on edge.
He's never sure just what noises he may be subjected to when Scorpius
gets fussy." Narcissa grinned wickedly. "It's good for
him."

"He should be happy to learn that tomorrow he'll have a
respite from the usual morning baby waking routine, then." said
Hermione. "Since we all are going to the Ball, my parents will
be babysitting Scorpius at their home overnight. We'll send extra
milk with him. We will all have an uninterrupted night's sleep and
can have a lie-in in the morning if we want." She laughed. "I
hate to say it, but a selfish part of me is looking forward to that
even more than the Ball tonight!" She smiled at Draco and dug
into the rest of her breakfast.

~***~

Lucius sat at the breakfast table the next morning and sighed
happily. He and Narcissa had had a lovely time at the Ministry Ball,
drinking, dancing, and intimidating the other attendees. They'd slept
well, and now he was looking forward to eating a pleasant meal with
his wife while reading the Daily Prophet in blessed silence.
He glanced at the conch shell baby monitor and heard not a peep. Ah,
bliss, pure bliss.

Narcissa arrived shortly thereafter and kissed him on the forehead
before taking her seat. She smiled and remarked, "It's so quiet
this morning!" Lucius smirked. "Isn't it grand?" and
handed his wife the society section of the paper.

Halfway through the business news, Lucius suddenly flipped down
one corner of the paper and shot a glance at the seashell. "Did
you hear anything, darling?" he asked with some trepidation.

"No, don't be silly, Lucius. There is nothing to hear.
Scorpius is safely in the care of the Grangers, away from the Manor."
Narcissa patted his hand. "Go back to your paper." Lucius
slowly lifted the Prophet once again to his eyes.

A moment or two later he snapped the paper down again. "I
tell you, I heard a noise coming from that infernal shell! A squeak
or a whine ... or something!" He leaned closer to the shell,
listening intently. Narcissa looked at him with a bemused expression
but leaned over as well, humoring her husband.

Suddenly their eyes widened in surprise and they looked at each
other in shock. There were sounds emanating from the shell,
but it most definitely was not Scorpius making them. Kissing and
sighing noises of an adult persuasion, at first faint but becoming
more and more clear as the minutes passed, filled the dining room.

Lucius swallowed hard and glanced at Narcissa, whom he noticed was
wide-eyed with … arousal? Her lips were slightly parted and
her face was flushed with definite signs of excitement. She shifted
her gaze from the shell to his face and locked eyes with him. There
was a beat, then the two of them leered lewdly at each other and
settled themselves more comfortably in their chairs, leaning forward
on their elbows with the conch shell between them, listening
intently. It was obvious to the former Slytherin couple that their
extremely amorous son and daughter-in-law had completely forgotten
about their very own Eavesdropping Charm.

"Mmmmmhmmm. Draco, that feels heavenly, please don't stop!"
they heard Hermione moan over the sounds of slurping. Lucius raised
an eyebrow in curiosity. Then Draco's voice said: "Oh, yum -
mother's milk is delicious. No wonder Scorpius has been hogging it
all for himself." There was an answering giggle. Lucius grinned
lustily and glanced up through his eyelashes at Narcissa, who was
blushing and smiling at the memories Draco's statement conjured up.
The older couple clasped hands across the table and kept listening.

They heard Draco say, "Hermione, are you sure you want to do
this? I don't want to hurt you."

Their daughter-in-law replied breathily. "Draco, yes! The
medi-witches cleared me for all activity two days ago. Scorpius isn't
here and we should take advantage of this time. I'd feel weird having
sex with him in the room in his bassinet! Please, I need you,
love!"

There then came the unmistakable rustling of fabric and some faint
giggles, accompanied by moans, sighs and gasps. Then there came the
clear sound of a woman groaning in pleasure. Narcissa clenched her
own thighs together in empathic response and gripped Lucius's hand
tightly.

"Yessss, oh, Draco, you feel so good inside me, I've wanted
you for so long..."

"Hermione, love, you're beautiful, I've missed this with
you..." Then followed the rhythmic creaking of bed springs and
the steady wooden clunk of what must be a bed's headboard
hitting the wall. All the while, there were gasped endearments and
sloppy, wet noises. Lucius reached down and adjusted his trousers,
which seemed to have grown rather tight, and Narcissa shifted back
and forth in her chair.

The noises coming from the seashell quickly increased in their
volume and intensity. Within just a few minutes and with one last
bang, the rhythmic noises ceased and were replaced by dual
cries of ecstasy from Draco and Hermione. They murmured endearments
to each other in obvious post-coital happiness. Lucius met his wife's
eyes with a heated gaze and squeezed her hand briefly before
releasing it. Narcissa in turn winked at him. It seemed the young
parents had successfully taken advantage of their chance to "lie-in".

~***~

A short while later, Lucius and Narcissa were demurely sipping
their tea when Draco and Hermione appeared in the dining room,
clothed modestly enough in pyjamas and dressing gowns though looking
rather disheveled. They murmured their good mornings to the older
couple and served themselves tea. House elves appeared with plates of
eggs, sausage, and toast. Draco had just taken a bite of sausage when
Lucius cleared his throat and spoke.

"Draco and Hermione, Narcissa and I have just been talking.
You've created a useful spell here, but we think the charm on these
conch shells would be improved if you could install a volume control
feature." He tapped the seashell sitting on the dining table as
he spoke. At his words, Draco's eyes widened as his face drained of
color. "We certainly wouldn't want to miss a cry of distress,
now, would we?" Lucius then grinned evilly at his
daughter-in-law, who sat frozen with a piece of toast halfway to her
mouth, staring in dawning realization at the shell. "And
Hermione, we were both very happy to hear you have fully recovered
from the trauma of childbirth. Well done, both of you." He
extended his hand to his wife. "Narcissa, my love, would you
care to accompany me to our room? I find I have developed yet another
slight headache, but I know you can assist me in alleviating it."
Narcissa giggled, slipped her hand into his, and the two of them
swept out of the room, leaving the younger man and woman alone with
their embarrassment.

"Well, bugger me sideways." said Draco. Hermione flushed
scarlet. "I'd be happy to, love, but only if we dispel the
Eavesdropping Charm first!"
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