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Accidental Blood Bond	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 45429 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Hermione used the Floo to traverse to the Burrow. Stepping out of the hearth, she found Ginny and Mrs. Weasley alone in the kitchen.

"Hello, dearie," Molly greeted her, giving Hermione a hug before patting her baby bump. "You're looking very fit. Feeling all right?"

"Yes, thanks," Hermione replied, now hugging Ginny. "I finally stopped feeling as if I was going to fall asleep at any given moment."

"Glad to hear it," Mrs. Weasley told her. "I'll fetch you some tea and then we'll get to it."

"We're going over the guest list," Ginny said, pushing a stack of parchment in front of Hermione. "I tried to convince Mum not to invite Great-Aunt Muriel, but she's insistent," she groused in a hushed tone, rolling her brown eyes. "She's going to make me wear that ugly arsed tiara," Ginny added as a whispered afterthought.

Hermione rolled hers as well, remembering the less than pleasant woman that rudely pointed out that she was a Muggle-born witch. The older witch reminded her of a short troll and held all the charm of a goblin.

Both girls suddenly straightened up when Mrs. Weasley returned to the table bearing a steaming mug. After placing it down in front of Hermione in an opposite chair, pulling another piece of parchment in front of her.

"Alright so the guest list seems to be in order, and I expect the dress robes to be ready by next week." Mrs. Weasley then leaned conspiratorally towards Hermione, speaking in a low voice. "Don't worry dear; I made sure that you'll be able to fit them properly."

"Thank you," Hermione told her gratefully between sips of her tea.

With all that had gone on before the war, Mrs. Weasley hadn't been able to go all out like she would have wanted for Bill's wedding. Now that there was no looming threat hanging over their heads, she intended on pulling out all the stops for her only daughter's wedding.

Ginny had privately joked to Hermione that she didn't know who was more excited about the upcoming nuptials, her or her mum. All in all the planning thus far had been going quite pleasantly. Hermione didn't mind helping; the only thing she was consistent with was trying to conceal her stomach when Harry or any of the other male members of the Weasley family came traipsing through the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was aware that Hermione still hadn't told the others about her pregnancy, yet, miraculously didn't push the issue. However, she would hurriedly offer whatever it was her sons came looking for before ushering them out of the kitchen, claiming they were in the way.

"Hermione, are you going to invite Mr. Malfoy and Draco to the wedding?" Ginny suddenly asked. "Because if you do, I won't mind. It would actually be nice."

Hermione flushed slightly and came up short. "Thanks Gin, I'll let him know but…I don't know if it's such a good idea."

"Why ever not love?" Mrs. Weasley cut in. "I'll admit, I wasn't wild about the idea of you two together, but you seem to be happy with him. Else you wouldn't be marrying him, now would you, love?"

"I know but still…" she trailed off, looking down at her engagement ring. "I don't want there to be a fight like last time. It was horrible."

"I'll make sure there won't be anything to ruin my daughter's day. If Ginny wants Lucius and his son to come, then there's nothing anyone can say and that's that."

Mrs. Weasley spoke so fiercely that Hermione had no choice but to believe her. The Weasley matriarch was good-natured and nurturing, but her verbal lashings were enough to make even a grown man cower.

"All right, I'll ask them," Hermione conceded.

"Very well, then that's settled," Mrs. Weasley replied, standing up from the table. "Now, I believe it's time for our pudding."

The three dug into the homemade chocolate dessert, Hermione eating three helpings at Molly's behest.

"This is one of the best parts about wedding planning," Ginny said through a mouthful of cake. "At this rate, I'll be too big to fit into my wedding robes."

"You and me both," Hermione replied ruefully, forking another bite into her mouth.

Once the cake was gone, Hermione hugged Ginny and Mrs. Weasley goodbye and Apparated back to the manor. She'd found the house empty, and upon returning to her bedroom found a cream linen envelope bearing her name on her pillow.

Lucius told her that he'd be gone until late in the evening with Draco tending to business and to not wait up for him. Hermione was slightly disappointed as she missed his presence but understood all the same.

She stayed in her bedroom, reclined in her armchair with a book in her hands and her feet propped up. Hermione read until dinnertime, which she consumed in her sitting room. Even after she was done eating, Lucius still hadn't returned home.

Once Tipsy cleared away her dinner dishes, Hermione gathered up toiletries and pajamas from her bedroom and went to Lucius' room. It didn't take long for the vast bathtub to fill up, and soon she was settled in hot water, scented bubbles tickling her shoulders and her head resting against the porcelain edge.

It felt strange being in Lucius' bathtub without him, but Hermione knew he wouldn't mind. Hell, he'd most likely grouse at not being able to partake in the hot water with her. It hadn't been that long ago when Lucius set her on the tiled ledge surrounding the basin, her feet still skimming the bathwater as he eagerly licked and sucked at her sensitive sex, causing a particularly strong orgasm to rush through her body.

Her cries of pleasure had echoed wildly throughout the vast space, but he hadn't been finished with her. Lucius then proceeded to lower her back into the tub, utilizing a cushioning charm to soften the edge. Pressing Hermione against it, he had her wrap her legs around his waist and slid up into her eager body, easily bringing her to another climax.

By the time they were done, there was a large amount of water surrounding the ledge of the tub as well as the floor.

"Damn," Hermione swore under her breath, sliding a hand down between her legs. Ever since she stopped feeling knackered for much of her days, being hot and bothered had slowly taken place. It was all she could do to not think about shagging Lucius at whim, something that he never seemed to mind.

It was ridiculous, although, sort of funny. At the very least, Hermione reminded herself to pick up a book on pregnancy the next time she ventured to a book shop. The last thing she wanted to do was saunter up to Molly and ask if it was a normal thing to want to shag her wizard at every given minute.

Grumbling in annoyance, Hermione pulled her hand back into place. Masturbation was a poor replacement for the real thing, something that surprised her. There had been a few instances when Lucius was working late, and she became reacquainted with her index finger. Unfortunately, it hadn't taken the edge off; it only served to incite her state of arousal.

Hermione still felt edgy when she climbed out of her bath. Toweling the moisture off her body, she pulled on clean knickers and sat on the edge of the bed. Molly had sent her home with a fresh batch of a salve, something she'd been using not long after finding out she was pregnant. It smelled vaguely of chamomile and did wonders in keeping her skin smooth and supple.

Screwing the lid shut on the jar, Hermione placed it on the nightstand and then pulled the matching camisole to her knickers over her body. Hermione lay down for all of five minutes before sitting back up and ripping the camisole off her body and chucking it to the foot of the bed.

"Why am I so bloody hot?" she snapped, kicking the duvet down and away from her. Settling back amid the cool sheets and pillows, she finally felt comfortable. Hermione knew Lucius wouldn't mind coming in and seeing her clad only in knickers. Yawning, she buried her head in a pillow and dozed off.

Lucius was amused to come into his bedroom and find a nearly nude Hermione sprawled across his head. She'd long lost her inhibitions around him and had no qualms about sleeping without pajamas, although that was usually after they'd made love.

Looking down to see the scrap of dark blue silk lying between the rumpled folds of the duvet, Lucius put two and two together and chuckled softly.

Hermione awoke to the feel of lips softly pressing against her protruding belly. "Hello, love," she murmured, snuggling closer to Lucius. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before gently running a hand down her body.

"Sorry so late," he said, tracing his fingertips across her belly. "I believe everyone finally got the hint that I was ready to take my leave when my hand began inching towards my walking stick."

Hermione laughed throatily, sliding her hand up the front of Lucius' partially unbuttoned dress shirt.

"Lucius, you weren't really going to hex them," she chided.

"I know that-but they didn't."

Shaking her head, Hermione tugged lightly on Lucius' shirt. "Give us a kiss, you mad wizard."

Lucius was only too happy to oblige. Pressing his mouth against hers, he was unable to keep from moving down to the slightly darkened, erect nipples. Hermione keened softly, knotting her hands in his hair.

"Oh, I've missed this," she murmured, wrapping a leg around Lucius' body.

"It's only been a few hours; this morning actually," he said with a chuckle against her skin.

"It felt like forever," she replied, tilting her head up when Lucius' lips made their way back to hers. Eagerly slipping her tongue into his mouth, she was unable to stifle her moans when she felt his fingers slip underneath her knickers.

Lucius pressed a finger inside of her already slick entrance, the palm of his hand pressing flush against her clit. Hermione inhaled sharply, unable to keep her body from writhing against his hand. Suddenly growing impatient, she lifted her hips and slid the knickers down and off her body.

"Anxious are we?" Lucius teased with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, it was all I could do to not frig myself in the bath."

"Wish I'd been here to see that."

"I didn't carry through with it, Lucius. I needed the real thing."

"Then it would be most impolite for me to keep you waiting."

Hermione laughed, her mirth soon turning into a moan when Lucius settled himself between her thighs. She barely had time to muse about the way Lucius made her climax with absurd ease. His mouth was firmly planted on her clit, his right index and middle finger gently pressing and twisting about against her sensitive walls.

It was a few minutes before she exploded against his face, covering his lips and hands liberally with her essence.

"I take it you did miss me," Lucius purred, pressing kisses into her quaking thighs.

"Shut up and come here," Hermione hissed, reaching down between her legs and tugging on Lucius' collar.

"Let me take the damned thing off first," he protested, futilely trying to rid himself of the white dress shirt.

"No, that'll take too long," she replied briskly, her hands moving to his waist and making short work of unfastening the placket on his trousers. Pushing them and his underwear down to his thighs, Hermione pulled on Lucius until he was hovering over her.

"Unbelievable! Bested by a slip of witch." Lucius' arms were partially trapped at the elbow by the half dangling shirt, yet it didn't stop him from pushing into her warm body.

Eagerly clutching onto his body, Hermione writhed about beneath Lucius, unable to get enough of him. Halfway throughout their coupling she ended up pushing him down onto the bed, hastily straddling his waist and riding him until she was satisfied.

"What's gotten into you?" Lucius panted after he'd erupted into his mate with a loud hiss.

"Apparently you," Hermione teased, her head settled in the crook of his arm.

Despite his clothes still halfway off his body, Lucius brought an arm around Hermione and held her against him. "Did you have a nice visit with Ginevra and her mum?"

"Yes," she replied yawning. "She invited you and Draco to the wedding."

"That was very kind of her," Lucius said after a while, rubbing small circles into Hermione's back.

"Mrs. Weasley also said that she'd make sure no one would kick up a fuss. Something about not letting anyone ruin Ginny's big day."

"I'll think about it. They might not mind, but we still have Potter and the rest of their family to contend with."

"I know," Hermione said quietly.

"It'll sort itself out, love. I actually saw Arthur today. He let me know in no uncertain terms that if I ever hurt you I'd have to answer to him."

Hermione cringed, but she felt somewhat relieved.

"That's his job, Hermione. I'm sure if I had the chance to have met your father he would've said the same thing."

Laughing to herself, Hermione wondered just how her usually mild-mannered father would have behaved had she told him that she was bonded to a man that was his age.

"I don't know how my dad would have reacted," she said. "I never brought any blokes around for him to meet."

"Believe me, the way Arthur glared at me can only be considered polite compared to how I'm sure Mr. Granger would have acted. Although, Arthur did shake my hand before we parted ways."

"Really?"

"Yes. By the way Hermione, you know you won't be able to hide this forever," Lucius continued, gently cupping a hand over her protruding abdomen. "Draco told me how you became upset this afternoon."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, remaining silent.

"You're not ashamed, are you?"

"No!" she gasped, craning her neck to look up in shock at Lucius.

"Just making sure," he said easily, running his palm over her stomach. "I can always hex Potter and the young Weasley if they're still giving you grief. I've well versed in undetectable spells."

"Lucius!" Hermione cried, giving him a small shove before laughing. "I don't think you'll need to go that far, but thank you just the same."

"You're worth it; just say the word."

"I don't want you getting into trouble, but I'll keep that in mind."

"Good." He pressed a kiss against her forehead before sitting up. "I feel like my shirt and trousers are trying to strangle me," he groaned, tugging off his clothes and tossing them down onto the settee.

"Now where were we?" he asked, setting back on the pillows and pulling Hermione against him.

Two days later Hermione and Ginny were out having lunch at a tucked away restaurant. That afternoon Ginny had nearly tumbled into the drawing room through the Floo at Malfoy Manor, at her wits end with wedding planning.

"I'm going round the twist," she told Hermione sounding exasperated. "I love my mum, but she is driving me absolutely barmy. I couldn't stay home for another minute."

Hermione laughed, smoothing down her friend's disheveled red tresses. It was rare that Ginny ever became so emotional, most likely from growing up with all brothers. But it had been said that even the sanest witches went slightly off their rocker when it came to weddings.

"All right, let me tell Lucius that we're going out and I'll get my cloak."

The elder Malfoy had just walked into the room when he heard the commotion.

"Hello, Ginevra," he greeted, kissing her hand. "How are you?"

"Going mad," she answered sounding rather matter-of-fact. "I know they say that weddings are usually for the mothers but mine is going to send me to the mental ward at St. Mungo's at the rate she's going."

Lucius smiled politely, remembering his and Narcissa's wedding. It seemed that no matter where each witch came from, things were still the same. Mrs. Black had nearly driven him and his then fiancée crazy. There had been many evenings that Narcissa would end up soaking his collar with tears of frustration.

Bellatrix hadn't even offered to comfort her sister, telling her that she was behaving like a spoilt child. Lucius told the dark witch to leave them alone, often wondering if she was jealous of her younger sister.

"While I still have some semblance of sanity, did Hermione pass along the message that you and Draco were invited?" Ginny asked, breaking Lucius from his reverie.

"She did, and thank you Ginevra. However, I'm sure that our presence would prove highly undesirable."

"My brothers can sod off!" she exclaimed. "It's my day and besides, their never ending antics will prove great fodder for blackmail if needed. Mum doesn't know about half the things they've been up to. I,on the other hand, do."

Her brown eyes were twinkling mischievously, and Lucius found himself laughing. "You are a dangerous witch," he told her with a chuckle. "Since you've twisted my arm, we'll be there."

"I wonder if Draco is going to bring Alyvya," Hermione mused.

"Who's Alyvya?" Ginny asked.

"Draco's new lady friend," Hermione answered. "He brought her round for dinner, if you can believe it."

Ginny's eyebrows shot up, and she looked at Lucius and Hermione in surprised. "That's a shock."

"Yes, he does seem quite smitten with the young woman," Lucius offered, leaning over to kiss his mate. "Behave, you two. I'm off to catch up on some work."

Hermione withdrew her wand to summon her cloak. Wrapping it round her shoulders, she grabbed Ginny by the arm and they both disappeared into the Floo.

"I hope you're going to want something normal for lunch," Ginny cackled once they were in Diagon Alley.

"Oh shut it," Hermione replied with a laugh. "Do you want to stay here or go to the Muggle part of town?"

"Honestly, Hermione I could care less if we sat on a bench somewhere feeding one of Luna's imaginary animals. I'm just happy to be out of the Burrow."

Hermoine laughed and gave her disgruntled friend a quick hug. "I'm in dire need of chocolate."

"Ice cream?"

"Sounds even better!"

The two walked over to Fortescue's and pressed their faces against the glass. Florean recognized them off the top and refused to take their money, sending them on their way with miniature mountains of ice cream cones.

They were sitting on a bench when they noticed a familiar head of blonde hair, and then a head of dark curls.

"This is becoming somewhat of a habit," Ginny mumbled through a mouthful of ice cream. "Shall we?"

Hermione nodded her approval, chewing on the remnants of her waffle cone. She walked to the left of the couple while Ginny took the right.

"Hermione! It's good to see you again," Alyvya said recognizing the curly haired witch.

"Hi Alyvya. This is my best friend Ginny," she said, gesturing to the smirking ginger witch.

Draco was fighting back a fit of laughter, knowing exactly what the two devious witches had been plotting.

Alyvya smiled at Ginny and shook her hand. "Draco came to my father's office and dragged me out for lunch," she told Hermione, rolling her eyes.

"That's because you never take a break," the young wizard told her. "Even Mr. Carinworth tears himself away from his desk at some point."

"That's because he knows that I'd fuss at him if he didn't," Alyvya said. "The man would forget to eat if I don't remind him, and that Amber is nothing but a useless toss pot." She shook her head and then focused on Hermione and Ginny. "Would you like to join us?"

Hermione carefully looked up at Draco, whom didn't seem to have any qualms about them tagging along on his lunch date. "Sure," she replied.

"Draco, I hope you have a different restaurant in mind," Ginny cut in after the quartet began walking. "Remember last time?"

Hermione groaned at the memory of their last outing, her face contorted in disgust.

"What happened?" Alyvya curiously asked, peeking her head from around Draco's shoulder to look at the girls.

"We ran into Draco, just like we did today-" Ginny replied.

"I bet he had another witch with him, didn't he?" the brunette cut in slyly, enjoying the slight flush that came over Draco's fair skin.

Hermione and Ginny began snickering, both silently wondering how she managed to have the younger Malfoy pegged already.

"Yes, but that's beside the point," he snapped.

"Anyway, the three of us ended up going for lunch and we had drinks and this seafood salad," Ginny continued.

"To make a long story short, Ginny and I ended up getting sick at the restaurant. Draco was quite the gentleman; he escorted us back to the manor and even held onto all of our carrier bags at the same time."

"Aww, Draco, so you do have a sweet side," Alyvya teased.

"Quite the sweet side," Ginny chimed in. "If I hadn't been too preoccupied with the need to vomit, I might have found the sight of at least twelve white and pink carrier bags on his wrist comical."

The three witches burst into peals of laughter, the tall blonde sulking in their midst.

"So anyway," he gruffly interjected. "Where do you want to eat? And no seafood this time. I don't think I can tote around three witches today."

"Well, Hermione shouldn't have seafood anyway. It's not good for the baby. Or is that fish with a high count of mercury?" Alyvya said. She noticed that Hermione immediately grew tense, and became apologetic. "I'm sorry," she told her. "I know I have a big mouth, Father tells me so all of the time. It's just that you're so small but I still noticed the baby bump."

"No, it's all right," Hermione told her. "I just haven't announced it to everyone though I suspect they'll find out soon enough."

Alyvya smiled politely and then changed the subject. "Whenever we go, I hope they have chocolate," she mused.

"I like her, Draco. Bring her to wedding," Ginny told him, grinning widely.

Alyvya immediately began gushing, peering down at her engagement ring. "I love weddings!" she chirped. "That's very kind of you, when is it?"

"Next Saturday," the redhead told her.

"I'd be delighted to attend, thank you," Alyvya told her.

"I feel as if I need to charm my fingernails pink in order to hang about you lot," Draco complained. "Now if you're done prattling on, how's this restaurant?" he continued, gesturing to the understated yet expensive looking building.

The three witches nodded in agreement, each thanking the young blonde as he held the door open for them. Once they were seated, the young women continued chatting as if they'd been friends for years instead of acquaintances for the past twenty minutes.

Draco ordered himself a brandy, claiming the need for spirits if he was going to listen to them cackling for the next hour or so. Alyvya waved a dismissive hand at him, causing both Hermione and Ginny to giggle. They continued on with their conversation, two sets of brown eyes both taking unspoken notice of the way the brunette witch occasionally leaned towards Draco, touching his arm or hand.

Despite his stoic act, Draco was actually enjoying himself. It was rare that he was surrounded by young women that were able to speak on more than just the latest fashions or jewelry. To his chagrin, Hermione and Ginny began rehashing stories of Draco when they were back at Hogwarts, all of which caused Alyvya to laugh uproariously.

After their meal was over with, she tried to pay for her share. Draco hissed in annoyance and protested, saying that he offered to take her to lunch. Alyvya argued right back with him, but Draco won in the end, and she settled back into her seat. She looked over at Hermione and Ginny, her green eyes rolling and her arms folded defiantly.

"Is he always this thick-headed?" she asked.

"For the most part, yes," Hermione answered, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from laughing at their little display.

Alyvya's eyes suddenly grew round. "I should take something back for Father, I know he hasn't eaten," she said before excusing herself and dashing away from the table.

"I like her, Draco," Ginny told him once Alyvya was out of earshot.

"So do I," he replied evenly. "But why in bloody hell do I have to nearly twist her arm just to get her to come out with me?"

"She likes you, Draco," Hermione told him. "Else she wouldn't have agreed to go round the corner with you."

"Is that so?" he retorted, arching an eyebrow. "They why is she so damned difficult?"

"You can't expect to have everything handed to you on a silver platter!" Ginny told him. "Though, I expect that's what you're used to."

The corner of Draco's mouth lifted ever so slightly as he thought about the many witches that had literally splayed themselves across his lap, offering gratuitous sex. Admittedly it had been fun, but sometimes that headaches that ensued afterwards had been more trouble that it was worth.

"I guess you have a point," he admitted.

"You know I'm right," Ginny replied, forking the last bit of cake into her mouth. "Sometimes, I think that I should have been a relationship counselor instead of a professional Quidditch player."

"You know, they have talk shows on the telly for that sort of thing in the Muggle world," Hermione told her friend.

Alyvya had just settled back at the table, bearing her father's neatly packaged luncheon. "I thought you looked familiar, but I wasn't sure!" she replied brightly, hearing the tail end of Ginny's last sentence. "You play for the Holyhead Harpies, right?"

Ginny returned her wide smile. "Yes I do. We're off season right now but you're more than welcome to come to the games when it starts back up," she told Alyvya.

"That is amazing," Alyvya sighed, poking a hand at Draco. "Why didn't you tell me that you had a friend that played for the Holyhead Harpies?"

"Dunno," he replied with a smirk. "Why? If I did would you have agreed to go out with me sooner?"

Alyvya heaved a sigh, poking Draco harder this time causing him to wince slightly. "No, you arse. Although even if Miss Ginny wasn't a professional player, I'd most likely ditch you to go out with her and Hermione. At least their manners are more polished than yours."

Hermione and Ginny giggled when they saw the affronted look on Draco's face.

"And I suppose I'm a troll," he grumbled, standing up and helping Alyvya out of her own chair.

"Only when you want to be," she replied smoothly, winking across at the other two witches.

Draco rounded the table and helped them both up and the four left the restaurant.

Hermione and Ginny went to part ways from Draco and Alyvya when she protested. "I'd hate to leave, but I don't want Father's meal to get cold," she said.

"Here," Hermione replied, withdrawing her wand and pointing it at the bundle. "It's a stasis charm; it'll keep it at the proper temperature."

"Thank you so much," she replied gratefully.

Hermione distinctly got the hint that Draco wanted to be alone with his date. After telling Alyvya to look out for her owl, he offered his arm to the young woman that smirked at him but accepted it anyway.

"Those two are adorable together," Ginny said after they began walking away.

"I agree. I expect she's only giving him a rough go of it because of his reputation."

"Heh," the redhead chuckled. "I don't blame her; make the man earn his keep!"

"You silly witch!" Hermione laughed. "Is that what you did to Harry, give him a bit to keep him coming back for more?"

"Of course!" she trilled. "What? Do you think that because he's the 'Chosen One' I was going to make it easy for him? I should bloody think not. I grew up six brothers; the first thing they told me about blokes was to never give away all of the goods at once."

"That's sound advice," Hermione conceded, nodding her head. "Maybe you should go on a Muggle talk show."

"It's a novel idea…but how do you think they would take it if I told them to use a Bat-Bogey Hex on their mate if they caught them dipping their wand where it doesn't belong?"

Hermione instantly broke out into a loud fit of laughter. "They'd think you'd gone round the twist! The blokes in white coats would surely come to cart you away."

"I figured as much," Ginny replied with a smirk, tugging at Hermione's arm. "Come along, there's a bookshop. Maybe you'll find something that you don't have already."

"There's always a possibility."

"Hey, and maybe we'll find a book titled 'What to do when you're getting married and your Mum is driving you batty'. It's worth a shot, right?"

"Ginevra."

"Mummy Malfoy."

"Oh, go in the damned shop already!"

"You know, I think Mr. Malfoy and I are going to have a little chat about the way you speak to me. It's hurting my feelings."

"You don't have any feelings, remember?"

"Oh, that's right."

Hermione shook her head as the bookshop's door slammed shut behind her, the little bell tinkling as it announced their entrance.

"Didn't you tell me that Ginevra was making you her maid of honor?" Lucius asked Hermione over dinner that night.

"Yes, and thankfully the dress robes are actually nice. I remember being a flower girl at my cousin's wedding once; the gowns were the most lurid shade of magenta. Who the hell picks magenta for their wedding?"

Lucius chuckled at the idea of Hermione as a child, a frown on her face as she was drowned in ruffles of bright pink taffeta.

"I merely wanted to point out that it's your job to throw her a hen party."

"Damn! I forgot about that," Hermione replied, nearly dropping her fork. "I don't know the first thing about planning a hen party. Maybe I should-"

"Hermione, relax," Lucius cut in before she was able to work herself into a tizzy. "You don't need scour the world to find a book on the subject. It's merely a do with the bride-to-be and her closest female friends and family."

"So I guess it's like a stag party then?"

"I suppose, if you include drinking, smoking cigars and sharing crude jokes."

"What else?"

"I haven't the faintest idea," Lucius replied. "I do believe Narcissa saying something about games at her hen party but she didn't get into details."

"Games? Like what, Pin the Wand on the Wizard?"

Hermione looked so confused that Lucius nearly choked on his wine. After he stopped roaring with laughter, he looked across at his mate. "Perhaps you could use a book for some ideas. Better yet, you can always ask Ginevra's mother for ideas."

"That might not be a great idea. As much as I love her, I can already picture Molly trying to take over."

"You might be right; two bossy witches in one room? It never bodes well."

"I'm not that bossy," Hermione protested, only to huff when Lucius cut his grey eyes at her. "All right, fine, maybe a little. Well, where should I have the hen party? I don't think the Burrow is big enough for us all, and besides her brothers would try to barge in on us."

"All of these rooms in your house and you're asking that silly question?"

"You mean you wouldn't mind if I had it here?"

"No, Hermione. Ginevra is your best friend, more like your family. She and the rest of any other cackling witches you invite are more than welcome here."

"Thank you."

"Not at all. Once we're finished here I'll show you the suite you can use. Remind me to show you the visitor's entrance in the event that you have male entertainment for your friend."

"Male entertainment, what in ruddy hell are you-oh!"

Lucius began laughing again when he saw Hermione's face glowing faintly. "Now I know you haven't been a hen party before," he told her.

"Oh my god," she moaned, wondering where the hell she was going to find a wizard stripper.
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