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Accidental Blood Bond	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 45434 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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It was felt strange going to Malfoy Manor alone. Yet Hermione’d asked for Lucius and Ginny did what was requested of her.

Remembering that Hermione said Lucius was always holed up in his study, it was the first room she checked.

“Hello?” she called, softly knocking on the door.

Lucius promptly pulled the heavy oak door open, surprise coloring his grey eyes as he looked down at the petite redhead.

“Good evening, Ginevra. This is a surprise, but by the look on your face I don’t think this is a social call.”

“Unfortunately not…” she began. “Hermione passed out at the Burrow; she’s barely awake but she wanted me to get you.” An uneasy expression was still on her face when she peered around Lucius and saw Severus sitting on the sofa in the study.

“What? Hermione fainted, was she feeling ill?” Lucius asked, his forehead furrowed and worry coloring his voice.

“Well, she didn’t say anything to me, but Mum says she wasn’t feeling well when she came in. She made her have a cup of tea as soon as she stepped out of the Floo.”

Lucius had already hastily walked back into the study, Ginny on his trail.

“Hello, Professor,” she said to Severus.

“Miss Weasley,” he nodded curtly. “Suffice to say that congratulations are in order?” he asked, noticing the sparkling ring on her left hand.

“Yes, thank you,” she smiled fondly, remembering that she was now an engaged woman. “I’m guessing this little get together was a rouse for Harry to propose. Unfortunately, my wonderful brother decided to behave like a total prat towards Hermione and upset her.”

“Again?” Lucius drawled, raising an eyebrow.

Ginny threw her hands up in a futile gesture. “What can I say; my brother is the epitome of a cultured wizard.”

Severus put down his glass of brandy and stood up from the sofa. “Something tells me you’ll need a buffer,” he said to Lucius.

“I think you’re right,” Lucius muttered, his walking stick now in hand. “Alright, Miss Weasley. You lead the way.”

Hermione was still sprawled on the floor of the living room, her head in Mrs. Weasley’s lap.

“Where did you go?” she asked when she saw her daughter approaching them.

“I had to get someone for Hermione,” she explained carefully. “Now…try to not panic.”

Molly gave her daughter a questionable look, her brown eyes growing wide when she saw Severus coming around the corner along with the tall, blonde wizard.

“What is that man doing in my house?!” she screeched, completely forgetting about the barely lucid young witch beneath her.

Arthur and the rest of the Weasley clan had whipped out their wands in a flash, holding them towards Lucius. They all began yelling, trying to talk over one another.

Hermione knew that total chaos was about to ensue, and felt the panic rising within her. She tried to speak but everyone was shouting so loudly she was unable to be heard.

Lucius and Severus had been advancing into the living room when they noticed the withdrawn wands. Seeing how everyone had immediately jumped to their defenses, Severus held a hand out warning Lucius to hold his place for the moment.

“Molly, Arthur,” Severus nodded. “We’re just here for Hermione. The young Miss Weasley told us that she’d fallen ill and asked for Lucius.”

“What -why?” Molly sputtered only to be cut off by Harry.

“Why would Hermione ask for Mr. Malfoy?” he asked sharply. Although he hadn’t withdrawn his wand, his green eyes shone angrily at Lucius.

“Watch your tone, young man,” Lucius drawled, eyeing the young messy haired wizard’s defensive posture. “She’s my witch; hence the reason I’m here for her.”

Ron, Fred, George, Bill and Arthur still had their wands trained on him, and immediately began shouting when they heard what they presumed to be an outrageous claim. Ginny then walked over to Harry, putting a hand on his arm in an effort to calm him.

“What do you mean your witch, Malfoy?” Ron spat, huffing angrily. “As if Hermione is barking mad enough to even look at the likes of you.”

“Oh, be quiet Ronald,” came Hermione’s feeble voice from the floor. “He’s not lying. We are together.”

Molly looked down at Hermione, the utmost look of shock on her face. “Hermione, are you serious? How, or why, I think is the more suitable question.”

“Mrs. Weasley, believe me, it wasn’t planned but please, please can I explain it to you later? Right now all I want to do is go home.”

“Lucius Malfoy, what did you do to this young girl?” Molly spat, looking up at him.

“Madam, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” he replied frostily. Lucius was cursing inwardly. He knew what would happen when Hermione’s extended family found out who she’d been with this entire time. All the same, he still didn’t relish being treated as some sort of villain.

“I think you do,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at him. “Everyone out,” she suddenly said.

Multiple sets of eyes turned towards the redhead matriarch. “But Mum-“ Ron began to protest.

“Out! Go back outside, right this minute.”

The men all put their wands away, although Harry and Arthur lingered nearby. “Harry, you too,” Mrs. Weasley said. “Arthur, it’s okay. Please, just give us a few minutes.”

Arthur looked at his wife curiously, his gaze hardening when he looked across at Lucius. “Alright,” he conceded. “Five minutes, and I’m waiting by the door.”

Nodding hastily, Molly looked to her left and saw her daughter still in the room. “Ginny love, you too.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Weasley. I’d rather if she stayed,” Hermione said.

Lucius took that opportunity to slowly walk over to the two. “What’s wrong, Hermione?” he asked, using his walking stick to support his weight, stooping down next to her and running a fingertip across her cheek.

“I don’t know...well, my head hurts. I think I hit it on the way down.”

At that comment Ginny look disgusted, thinking of her dim-witted brother. Lucius poked his fingers around in Hermione’s thick curls, noticing her wince when his fingers brushed against a knot.

“Besides your head what else do you feel?” Severus then asked.

“Dizzy,” Hermione answered. “Although, I was already dizzy when I first got here; I guess the argument with Ron made it worse. Next thing I know I’m waking up on the floor with everyone yelling over me.”

“Didn’t I tell you to stay home if you weren’t feeling well?” Lucius chided, arching an eyebrow. “I knew you were still looking a bit pale this morning.”

“No paler than you,” Hermione retorted lightly, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly.

“Alright you two!” Molly cut in. She felt slightly more at ease when she noticed how the usually snobbish wizard was speaking in a gentle tone towards Hermione, but there was something that still left her on edge. “You can fill me in on the details later but there is a more pressing issue at hand, wouldn’t you say?”

Lucius looked at Molly, a vague expression on his face. Molly sighed in exasperation and pressed a hand against Hermione’s abdomen.

“How far along are you, dearie?” she asked.

“What?” Hermione asked confusion in her brown eyes.

“I beg your pardon?” Lucius interjected at the same time.

“I have seven children; I think I ought to know when a witch is in the family way,” Molly snapped. “Lucius Malfoy, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Mrs. Weasley, believe me when I tell you that neither Hermione nor myself knew that we’d end up together. It wasn’t intentional in any way, but the truth of the matter is I’ve grown quite fond of her and have no ill will towards her, or any of her friends for that matter.”

“He’s telling the truth, Molly,” Severus said, walking over to them. “They’ve been together for quite some time, and haven’t told anyone for reasons just like this recent little display.”

Molly looked slightly more appeased hearing the words from Severus, but couldn’t help her dubiousness.

“Mrs. Weasley, he wouldn’t hurt me,” Hermione piped in. “Believe me; I’d never do this if I thought he would.” She then held her arms out, and Lucius deftly slipped his beneath her body and easily lifted her from the floor.

Molly couldn’t help flinching slightly when she felt Lucius’ black brocade jacket brush against her hand. “Hermione are you sure? You can stay here if you need to!”

“Mum!” Ginny cut in sharply. “Leave them alone; Mr. Malfoy doesn’t mean her any harm. These two care for each other.”

“So you knew about this too?” she turned sharply towards her daughter.

“Yes,” Ginny replied unrepentantly. “And just like you, I had my doubts at first until Hermione explained how Mr. Malfoy treated her with nothing but respect. His hospitality was also extended to me when I became sick at his house; he was nothing but decent.”

“You mean you knew about this the entire time and didn’t say anything!?” she nearly shrieked.

“It wasn’t for me to tell,” Ginny continued evenly, standing her ground.

“But what about that whole mess with the diary, or have you forgotten that quickly?” Molly spat.

“I’ve already apologized to your daughter for that, but not to you,” Lucius smoothly cut in. “Just as I explained to Miss Ginevra, I’ve done many things that I’m not proud of, that being one of them. And for that I am sorry.”

“Yes, well…” Molly trailed off, standing up and whirling around when she heard the back door open. Everyone else started trickling back in; curious to find out what was going on in the house.

“What in bloody hell is Malfoy doing holding Hermione?!” Ron asked disgustedly, his eyes focusing on both of Hermione’s arms that were wrapped around his neck.

“Leave it, Ron,” Ginny shot across the room.

“Can we go please?” Hermione asked, turning to Lucius.

“Yes, love,” he told her gently. “Molly, Arthur, thank you. Miss Ginevra, Mr. Potter, congratulations on your engagement.” Lucius then turned and looked at Ron square in the face. “For someone claiming to be Hermione’s best friend you do a poor job of showing it.”

He then paused to look at the simpering blonde witch standing next to him. “You and my son have a lot in common,” he continued smiling wryly.

“At least she isn’t your little tart,” Ron replied spitefully.

As dizzy as she still felt, Hermione craned her neck around as far as she was able to and looked at her friend. “That is the second time you’ve made one of your insinuations. What is it Ronald? Are you upset because you weren’t fruitful in getting into my knickers?”

Fred and George immediately began snickering after her comment, unsuccessfully trying to muffle their laughter after Molly shot them a sharp look. Fleur had one dainty hand up to her mouth and her head buried in her husband’s chest. Harry and Arthur’s faces were both flush with embarrassment. Ron’s face twisted with anger, paying no heed to Lenore who was now pulling on his arm.

“Not at all,” Ron continued. “Because I’m sure all lord moneybags over there had to do was show you his vault, and he got the fully monty. I have to say I never pictured you as a money hungry slag but there it is.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open, the hurt evident in her amber eyes. She struggled to get out of Lucius’ arms, wanting to stride across the room and slap Ron across his mouth but the clasp around her body tightened marginally.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley!” Molly’s voice rang sharply. “I’ve raised you better than that! How dare you talk to a woman like that, and she’s your friend! You apologize this instant!”

Lucius whirled around, his grey eyes icier than usual. “As far as you’re concerned, this is my wife you’re talking about. I’d watch how I refer to her if I were you.”

The word ‘wife’ sent everyone into panic again, their mingled yelling sounding like a buzzing roar.

Lucius paid no mind to the chaos. With Hermione still in his arms, he slowly walked across the room and stood right in front of Ron. Noticing the blonde wizard advancing on his son, Arthur dashed over and stood by his side.

“If I wasn’t a changed man I believe you know how this might’ve carried out,” Lucius hissed, speaking low enough that only Ron and now Arthur were able to hear him.

Hermione was still trembling with anger, her head pressed against Lucius’ chest. In her impacted position she was only able to look to her side slightly. Ron had never been able to mask his nervousness and right now it was evident all over his freckled face. He swallowed nervously, and Hermione realized that he was so scared it sounded as if he’d stopped breathing.

‘Good for him,’ she thought bitterly.

“I know for fact that the little blonde tart you have next to you was no virgin when she came to your bed,” Lucius lilted smoothly, his silky voice laced with venom. “However, I’m the only one that Hermione has ever been with. I’d wager just one of my vaults at Gringott’s that your witch can use her fingers and toes as well as yours to count the amount of wizards she’s been with.”

Lenore gasped, her eyes growing wide as her cheeks reddened visibly. Ron still huffed angrily, too embarrassed from being put in his place to say anything. He took a step towards Lucius, whom stood solidly in place, his cool grey eyes boring into brown ones that were throwing daggers in his direction.

“Alright, Lucius, that’ll do,” Arthur cut in, grabbing his son before anything else could transpire.

“No matter, Arthur. We’ll be on our way,” Lucius replied with a small nod.” Please make sure your progeny takes heed of his words when they concern my witch.”

Lucius turned on his heel with Hermione still in his arms and began walking back towards the Floo with Severus. Ginny and Molly caught up behind the three before they were able to leave.

“Ginny, please tell your Mum the whole story,” Hermione said pleadingly after looking into the elder Weasley’s worried face. “Else she’s liable to wear a hole in the floor pacing tonight.”

“I don’t pace,” Molly cut in sharply. “Lucius, you’d better take care of my girl,” she continued shaking a finger at him.

“I have every intention of doing so,” he replied. “I’ll have Hermione owl you when she’s feeling better. Ginevra , you have a standing invitation to the manor whenever you’d like.”

After exchanging terse goodbyes, the three stepped into the Floo and traversed back to Malfoy Manor.

Lucius wasted no time in carrying Hermione to his room, Severus following in behind. After laying her across his bed, he pried her shoes off her feet and tossed them to the floor.

“What the hell was Molly babbling about?” Hermione asked.

Lucius arched an eyebrow, wondering if Hermione had really missed what the matriarch alluded to.

“Well, before we assume it’s written in gold,” Severus interjected. Walking over to the bed, he lifted Hermione’s shirt a few inches above her navel and placed a large hand flat against her abdomen, pressing down slightly. “Well, it seems as though Molly is correct,” he said.

Hermione’s brown eyes grew increasingly wide with shock. “What? I’m pregnant?” she asked, her head rising off the pillow. “But how…?” she trailed off dumbly. Bringing her own hand to her still flat stomach, she pressed down and felt firmness above the line of her knickers that definitely hadn’t been there before.

“From what my godson says about you two, I don’t think you’ll need the explanation,” Severus replied with a smirk. Draco had overheard the two being intimate on more than one occasion and had complained to his godfather who laughed uproariously at the twisted look on the young man’s face.

“That was rhetorical and you know it,” Hermione replied distractedly, a dumbfounded expression on her face.

“Well, I think I’ll be on my way,” he continued making his way for the door. “If you two should need me, you know where to find me.”

“Are you okay?” Lucius asked, lying next to Hermione on the bed after they were alone.

“Yes…no…” Hermione admitted in a low voice, a multitude of conflicting thoughts running through her head.

“I’m quite adept at Legilimency, but I’d prefer it if you told me what you’re thinking,” he continued.

“I’m just a bit shocked. I truly had no idea, I mean what with the headaches from our bonding; I thought it might’ve had something to do with that.”

“I’ll be honest, it had briefly crossed my mind, especially considering how many times we’d forgotten to use the contraceptive charm.”

Hermione laughed weakly, remembering that more often than not Lucius’ touch had set her nerves aflame causing her to forget about anything else. ”I don’t believe this,” she exhaled, burying her face in her hands.

Lucius frowned and pried her hands away. “What is it? You’re behaving as if the world is coming to an end.”

“It might as well be!” Hermione cried. There was no doubt about it; she was scared witless. A child was the last thing that had crossed her mind.

“Either tell me what’s got you so wound up or I’m coming in.”

“Fine, Lucius. I’m scared and worried. Before you and I happened, I’d barely had time to date, much less anything else - as you found out. I was worried enough about you and I but that turned out okay. But I positively know nothing about being a mother, and on top of that, how can I have a child with someone that doesn’t love me?”

“I beg your pardon?” Lucius asked sounding slightly insulted.

“You asked what’s on my mind and I’m telling you. I’ve never been one to flirt with romantic notions, as sappy as it sounds. Admittedly, I’m sure they’re nice and all but I tried to come into this realistically since, in essence, we are literally bonded with one another. The way it goes, you nor I are able to be with anyone else at this point. But let’s face it, you’ll never feel for me the way you did for Narcissa.”

Lucius was silent after Hermione’s outpouring, something that she believed solidified her words.

“You may not realize what your face looks like when you talk about her, but I’ve noticed it,” Hermione continued. “It’s the same way Harry looks at Ginny when he thinks she isn’t looking.”

Feeling tears stinging her eyes, Hermione pulled away from Lucius and rolled onto her side. She was thankful when her hair fell in a curtain over her cheek, not wanting him to see her cry.

“Hermione,” he called.

She refused to answer him, angry with herself for getting so upset and angry at the tears in her eyes. Biting down hard on her lip to keep the sobs that were threatening to escape inside, Hermione knew why she was so distraught.

She knew how she felt about him. She loved him even before she would admit it to herself. Ginny had even pointed it out to her before the notion had crossed her mind. When she vehemently denied it, Ginny called her out and told her that she’d stick a mirror in front of her face if Lucius came around. Her own friend had noticed how her face lit up whenever he was there, a little fact that even Hermione hadn’t realized about herself.

“Hermione,” she heard Lucius say again.

“If you want to listen for now, that’s fine then,” he continued placidly when she didn’t answer. “Yes, I loved my wife and always will. We were together since we were young and she gave me my firstborn, whom I love dearly even when I want to wring his neck.”

Hermione still remain silent, holding her body in a tense ball with her head still buried in the pillow.

“However, that is a closed chapter in my life, and there is no sense on dwelling on the past. But I guess I should point out the obvious; how would you know how I look at you if you aren’t looking?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, trying not to sniffle.

“Remember when I told you I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve? Well, apparently now I must do so. No, I take that back. In any event, the way I look at you has been the topic of much discussion between Severus and my son. Severus may be a man of few words but he misses nothing; he’s noticed it months ago.”

“So what does that mean, Lucius? You get this look in your eye when you’re about to strip me naked, how is that any different?”

“As much as I’d love to explain the proclivities of men to you, let me just point out the many times that I’ve referred to you as love, my love, my witch. Do you think I would refer to you as such if I didn’t mean it?”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, still refusing to turn her head.

“Of course I love you, you stubborn little witch. Although, the only way you were able to tell me how you really felt was to shag you into oblivion. Let’s just say you became rather cathartic right before passing out.”

“I remember that,” Hermione admitted after awhile, feeling slightly foolish. “It felt right at the moment.”

“Yes, because you didn’t have to face me afterwards,” Lucius chuckled.

“Do you really love me?” she asked in a small voice, turning her head towards his.

“Yes. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“Are you sure you’re not saying it, because of…” she trailed off, running a hand down to her stomach.

“My silly, little witch,” Lucius chided, slipping an arm around Hermione’s waist and pulling her close. “Forgive me for sounding sappy, but I’ve been telling you that I love you since we’ve started sharing a bed at night. Of course, this was after you’d fallen asleep, and I’m sure you’ll keel over from shock but more often than not you told me you loved me right back. I won’t lie, at first I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I surely didn’t think that I’d love another woman, but I do now and wouldn’t change it for anything.”

Feeling like an idiot, Hermione released a shuddering sigh as the remaining tears poured down her face. She nuzzled closer to Lucius, burying her head in his chest.

“Despite you looking like a frightened little lamb when I dragged you in here like some sort of cretin, I realized that you were the first person in - hell, I think ever - that didn’t immediately judge me or lord my past indiscretions over my head. But the last thing I wanted you to be was scared of me.”

“Well, I’ll admit that you did frighten me a bit at first. The idea of being joined with a wizard with your…background, it was a bit daunting. Not to mention, one with more experience about everything in general, but now I realize those are pluses.”

“Good,” Lucius replied, pressing a kiss onto Hermione’s forehead. “Although, you have to admit you have worldly senses yet an innocent charm about you already. How the hell else would I forget to use the contraceptive charm? That is very much out of character for me.”

Hermione wanted to laugh but another thought flashed through her mind, making her tense up again. “Lucius, I don’t know anything about babies. I haven’t planned this, what am I going to do?”

“You aren’t going to do anything; we are.”

“You’re rather cavalier about this. I would have thought the whole pure blood thing would have-“

“Hermione, do you really think I give a damn about that after all that’s happened?”

“No…”

“Good, I would hope that you’d think more of me.”

Lucius began rubbing Hermione’s back, feeling her gradually relax against him. Her head suddenly popped up, a frightened expression on her face.

“Lucius, I had some wine at the Burrow! You’re not supposed to drink if you’re pregnant.”

“Where did you get that inane idea?”

“It’s common knowledge where I grew up…what does that only apply to the Muggle world?”

“Yes,” Lucius replied. “I don’t know what’s in the sludge they serve there, but here it doesn’t affect pregnancy.”

“Are you sure? How do you know?”

“Hermione,” he intoned calmly. “I have a son, remember? You delivered him an impressive right hook at one point, to jog your memory. Narcissa had wine with her dinner the entire time, and as you can see our child turned out just fine…relatively speaking.”

“But-“

“Do I need to have Severus return with a Calming Draught for you?”

Hermione shook her head.

“Alright. Now take a deep breath and relax; you’re wound up tight as a bowstring.” His large hands pulled her back down on the bed and continued rubbing soothing circles into her neck and back.

“How can I relax? Harry and the Weasleys’ were closest to the next of kin that I have and now they all hate me.”

“They don’t hate you,” Lucius reassured.

“Ron all but called me a whore, and everyone else looked as if they wanted to simultaneously use an Unforgivable Curse on you.”

Lucius inhaled sharply, remembering how he’d wanted to use more than his wand to thrash the redhead that had no filter on his mouth.

“Your friend is just an ill-tempered young man -one that I would have emasculated had it not been for his father. As for everyone else, believe me when I say they’ll come around.”

“But what if they don’t?” Hermione asked worriedly.

“It won’t come to that, trust me. Every person in that house rushed to defend your honor; strange actions for people that don’t have your best interests at heart.”

”But Lu-“

“Hermione, love, shush.” Lucius neatly cut her off by placing a finger across her lips. He then sat up and began removing her clothes. After stripping her down to her underwear, Lucius removed his own clothing. Neatly placing everything across the chaise at the foot of the bed, he retook his place next to Hermione.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you worry incessantly?” he asked, pulling the duvet over them both.

“Only since I was born,” she laughed. “I’m curious…since you aren’t adverse to this child, why did you only stop at one with Draco?”

Lucius took a deep breath before threading his fingers through Hermione’s curls.

“Believe me, it wasn’t as if we wanted to,” he began. “But if nothing I’m a pragmatic man. It wasn’t until Narcissa was carrying Draco that we truly saw how indispensable we were to the Dark Lord. Bellatrix was the one that suggested we have more children so as to serve him. After seeing how he thought nothing of using the other Death Eater’s children as mere pawns if they were derelict in their duties, Narcissa and I decided that after Draco we’d be done.”

“That is awful,” Hermione said in a shocked voice.

“It didn’t help that throughout her entire pregnancy she was up worried half the night. I got called away at the damnedest hours, that Dark Mark burning so hotly into my flesh that I wanted to rip off my own arm. It was a miracle Narcissa didn’t miscarry the way she was always sick, worrying about whether or not I would be returning home each time I was summoned. Now do you see why we spoiled the boy to within an inch of his life?”

“I always thought it was purely for bragging rights. Draco never was humble back at school.”

“Yes, well, despite my flaws I always did tell him boasting was distasteful. Of course, I didn’t expect him to heed my words.”

“You know Draco is going to do what Draco wants,” Hermione commented. “I still can’t believe I’m…”

“I’m more concerned with you nearly passing out at the school and then doing so today,” Lucius said. “I’m sending for my Healer tomorrow.”

“You have your own Healer?” Hermione asked, looking up at the smirking blonde. “Lucius, I feel fine. I can just go to Madam Pomfrey at the school and have her look me over during the week.”

“Hermione, I’m not going to bend on this.”

“Fine, you win. I’m too tired to argue with you.”

“Thank you,” he replied, kissing her forehead. “Now go to sleep.”

“Despotic wizard,” she grumbled, her eyes already closing as the sensation of Lucius running his fingers through her curls lulled her to sleep.

The next morning at breakfast Hermione picked over her food, still too preoccupied with the turn of events to have an appetite. She only took a few bites of her meal when she caught Lucius staring at her.

“Bloody hell, Granger, I thought you’d be the one to shag my father to death. Looks like it’s the other way around,” Draco snickered when he saw the lackluster expression on her face.

Hermione laughed weakly, but Lucius puffed up with anger.

“Mind your tongue, Draco!” he snapped at his son. Turning towards Hermione, he noticed that despite the extra sleep she still looked knackered. “Shuffling your eggs around your plate serves no purpose,” he commented “Now eating them on the other hand…”

“I’m still tired,” Hermione replied, still not picking up her fork. “I want to go back to bed.”

“If you wish, but only after you’ve eaten something,” Lucius replied. After a few minutes he excused himself from the breakfast table, wanting to send a Floo call to his Healer to see if she would be able to come earlier than requested.

Lucius had been gone all of three minutes when he heard his son shouting frantically. Running back to the breakfast room he found Draco crouched down beside the table, Hermione’s head buried in his arms.

“Right after you left she said she felt dizzy, and then she sort of slithered out of her chair. I caught her before she hit her head,” he rattled off.

“Damn,” Lucius swore, picking up Hermione’s limp body. “At least you had the sense to catch her; that idiot Weasley boy let her fall to her feet right in front of his face. She still has a knot in the back of her head.”

“Weaselbee?” Draco scoffed. His face then furrowed up with confusion. “What happened that she passed out in front of him?”

“Apparently she’s pregnant,” he responded curtly, already walking out of the room. “When the Healer gets here send her to my suite,” he called over his back.

Lucius had just settled Hermione on the bed when she stirred awake, her amber eyes barely focusing on his face.

“Again?” she asked tiredly.

“Yes,” Lucius answered evenly. “And despite your protests the Healer is on her way now.”

“I’ve fainted twice already, and not because you’ve shagged me into unconsciousness. This is getting tiring.”

Smiling down at her, Lucius looked up when he heard Draco knock at the bedroom door. He walked in with the Healer behind him. The thin, sharp woman was dressed in ice blue robes and immediately walked over to the bed, all business as she eyed the young witch.

Waving the elder Malfoy out of the way, she put a hand on Hermione’s head.

“How are you feeling, love?” she asked, her warm voice contradicting her austere appearance.

“As if I want to crawl underneath the bed,” Hermione answered.

Healer Lora then turned to Lucius and his son, and with a wave of her hand dismissed them from the room.

Ruffled at being kicked out of his own room, Lucius followed in behind Draco and closed the bedroom door.

“Granger’s pregnant?” Draco asked, shock crossing his angular features.

“Yes. We’d only just found out last night. I guess I sort of did just blurt that out.”

“Then why does she look so…sickly. I’ve never seen her like that at school, not even when our OWLs or NEWTs were around the corner.”

“I have no idea. That’s why I asked the Healer if she would be able to come early…wait a minute, you’re strangely accepting of all this.”

“Well, it’s not as if this is some big shock,” Draco said with a small shrug. “As many times as I’ve overheard you two shagging- and believe me, I wanted to curse off my own ears-it was bound to happen. Yes, I find it bit odd, but at the end of the day what I think doesn’t matter.”

Lucius eyed his son curiously, wondering what he was getting at.

“At least you two care for each other. Do you know how many of those little trollops have tried to hide my wand so I can’t cast the contraceptive charm? Little did they know godfather taught me how to cast nonverbal and wandless spells.”

“You know, I have to admit that I worry about you sometimes, but then you turn around and shock me,” Lucius said.

Right then Healer Lora opened the door and beckoned Lucius inside. Draco left his father, going downstairs to finish his breakfast.

“Well she’s about two months along, and she was a bit dehydrated. But as long as she eats properly and rests she’ll be fine.”

After leaving, placing a few vials in Lucius’ hands and giving him explicit instructions, Healer Lora left abruptly as she came.

“You look a little better,” he said noticing the faint color in Hermione’s cheeks.

“She gave me a draught saying that it would help for now. And she threatened that if I didn’t eat properly she would come here every day and force feed me.”

Lucius laughed, sitting down on the bed next to Hermione. “She means it too; she’s been in our family for years. Lora seems harsh but she means well.”

After kissing Hermione on the forehead, Lucius got up from the bed.”I told Mrs. Weasley that I’d send her an owl to let her know how you were feeling. Since you have an aversion to eggs, it seems what do you want Tipsy to bring you?”

“Lucius I’m not-“

Lucius shot Hermione one of his notorious scowls, his grey eyes flashing warningly at her.

“I guess this is what I have to look forward to for the next seven months. Soup is fine; I think I’ll be able to eat that.”

Nodding his head, Lucius turned and walked out of the room. After summoning Tipsy and telling her to take a tray to his suite, he went to his study and penned a short note. After sending it off with one of his owls, the bird shortly returned bearing a scrap of parchment and a small bundle.

Thank you, Lucius. Even if Hermione isn’t up to it, have your elf brew her some of this tea, it always helped when I was still early along.

-Molly

Mrs. Weasley’s note was short, sweet and straight to the point but spoke volumes. Feeling somewhat appeased, he called for Tipsy to take the bundle of tea down to the kitchen.

Lucius then put Mrs. Weasley’s note in his pocket and walked out of the study. Returning to his room, he found Hermione sitting up in the bed, a pillow behind her back and a mug in her hand.

“This tastes just like the tea that Mrs. Weasley forced me to drink at the Burrow,” she remarked.

“That’s because it is,” Lucius replied.

Hermione looked at him confusedly, and Lucius removed the parchment from his pocket and held it in front of her face.

“Now do you really still think that everyone hates you?”

Hermione’s amber eyes were still widened considerably. “Well, maybe not everyone but-“

“If you’re going to be my wife, and I mean that in the literal sense, then you are going to have to learn how to relax.”

Hermione nearly lost her grip on the mug, and Lucius’ hand shot out to keep her from tipping the hot liquid onto her lap.

“Do you mean…you really…?”

“When have you known me to lie about such things?”

“Never…are you sure you aren’t saying this just because of…our situation?” Hermione was still unable to wrap her head around the idea of saying ‘pregnant’.

“Of course not, Hermione,” Lucius frowned. “I’ve known what my intentions were towards you long before today. Of course it seems this week everything is coming out in the open.”

Hermione finished the remains of her tea and yawned widely. “If I wasn’t so sleepy all of a sudden I’d ream you out for not asking for my hand properly,” she said, handing Lucius her empty mug to place on the nightstand.

“As my witch wishes,” Lucius replied, shrugging off his jacket and settling next to Hermione on the bed. “Do you prefer showy displays with everyone milling about or something more intimate?”

“No!” Hermione cried. “Just you and I are fine; I’m not one for the overly sappy public displays.”

“I know that, Hermione. I was merely teasing you,” Lucius drawled, pulling her into the crook of his arm. “Now, go to sleep.”

“But I know for fact that you aren’t tired. Are you just going to lay there and watch me sleep?”

“Honestly witch, I just want to feel you in my arms if that’s alright with you? ”

“Yes,” Hermione murmured, nuzzling into his warmth and closing her eyes.
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