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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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A:N/ And the tomfoolery begins...

Without giving too much away, Hermione managed to ask Ginny if she wanted male entertainment for her hen party.

"No thank you," she'd easily told her friend. "I've had my share of sweaty, half-naked wizards grinding against me after the team and I went out to celebrate a winning game. The first time was amusing, but afterwards, all I really wanted was a shower. Or at the very least, a moment to scourgify my clothes."

Hermione had broken into gales of laughter, feeling incredibly relieved. "Can you imagine how Luna would behave if we'd had a stripper? She'd most likely stop him midway between a bump and grind to tell him that he had a head full of Wrackspurts."

They'd both grown hysterical at the thought of the sweet and flighty blonde witch tapping a writhing, sweaty wizard on the shoulder halfway through his routine.

That had been earlier during the week, and now Hermione was standing at the doorway of the decorated suite. The house elves had done an outstanding job at adorning the previously vast, though previously stark, area.

Hermione had told Mrs. Weasley that Lucius offered to let her use the manor for the hen party. She expected the matriarch to begin a tirade about her reason for now hosting it at the Burrow. Surprisingly, she was accepting of the situation and asked Hermione in an off-handed way if she needed her to do anything.

Once she told her 'no, everything had already been taken care of', Mrs. Weasley looked slightly relieved. Hermione figured that she was becoming overwhelmed with her daughter's upcoming nuptials, and was happy to not have an extra task added to her already long list of things to do.

The hen party's guest list wasn't very extensive. Hermione sent owls to Luna, Alyvya, Fleur ,Tonks and the entire Holyhead Harpies Quidditch team.

Luna made no mention of the party being at Malfoy Manor; she merely sent back the owl with her acceptance and a scrap of parchment asking what she should bring.

Alyvya sent back the owl, the parchment bearing one word, 'Yes!'

Fleur was unable to attend as she and Bill weren't able to leave France early, yet sent back the owl that bore a small, white and blue package in its claws.

Tonks, on the other hand, sent the owl back with a hastily scribbled note, demanding to know as she so put it: what the ruddy hell was Hermione doing at Malfoy Manor.

Hermione took a deep breath, and quilled a letter to send back to Tonks. She gave her the abbreviated version of things, making sure to emphasize that she was well and happy.

Sending the owl back on its way, Hermione awaited its return. Heaving a sigh, she opened the note and found that Tonks was going to attend Ginny's hen party. She also wrote that even if Hermione was happy, she still was going to give her third degree, but only out of love.

Sighing again in relief, Hermione stacked her quill and the odd bits of parchment into a neat pile and pushed them to the corner of her desk. Just then a knock came at her bedroom door. Lucius peered around the corner and she broke into a smile.

"Have your fingers fallen off yet?" he jested. He'd last checked on Hermione an hour ago and she was still scribbling away. His owl, Rafe, had been patiently perched on the landing of the bay windows, eating from a small tray of treats that she'd placed down.

"Thankfully not. I've just set Rafe off with the last reply and I'm finished," Hermione rsaid, looking out of the window. She settled back into the armchair, absentmindedly running a hand over her stomach.

"Not that I mean to pry, but I noticed there weren't any gift bags for your guests."

Hermione immediately grew exasperated. "Oh, I know bugger all about a hen party! I expect I'll have to go shopping again," she griped.

"I can sort it for you if you like," Lucius offered.

Hermione shot him a dubious look. "I can't ask you to do that."

"And why not? What, don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, silly wizard. It's just that I wouldn't know where to start. Besides, is that even customary?"

"I don't know about customary, but I'm sure the gesture will be appreciated nonetheless. Now how many ladies are attending?"

"Twelve...no eleven including Ginny. Bill Weasley's wife Fleur said they're unable to leave home early."

"Very well, I should have everything sorted by this evening."

"Thank you," Hermione said, still inwardly hoping that she wouldn't be presented with boxes of cigars and firewhiskey. "Where's Draco? I haven't seen him in the past few days."

"Cemented to Alyvya's hip I suppose. I'm surprised you didn't hear those two cackling out in the garden last night."

"Was this before or after you shagged me into oblivion?"

Lucius chuckled. "That's right; you were asleep. I believe my son has nearly won the young witch over. Only nearly though. He doesn't realize it, but he's been behaving like a randy young wizard trying to get his first shag."

"You know what that means," Hermione laughed. "She still hasn't let him get into her knickers. Good on her; what with that damned Malfoy charm. It was bad enough Draco had a mini harem back at school. I suppose it only natural that it followed him into adulthood."

Lucius rolled his grey eyes and slightly shook his head. "I tell you, I don't know where my child gets it from. I was a great deal more discreet when I was his age."

"Yes, because I bet Narcissa would have hexed your dangly bits off."

"Please! Cissy wouldn't give me the time of day when we were back at school. We were nearly at the end of our seventh year when she finally relented and went out with me."

"Oh, this is funny. Another witch that wouldn't bow to Lord and Master Lucius? However did you stand it?"

Hermione chucked naughtily, causing Lucius to throw her a mock aggrieved look.

"I have a mind to take you over my lap for your cheek," he growled.

"Lucius, you know I'm just taking the mickey out of you," Hermione purred, getting up from her chair and settling sideways onto his lap. She nuzzled her face against Lucius' neck, peppering kisses along his soft, scented skin.

"Is that right?" he groaned, tilting his head to the side.

"Mm-hmm," she murmured, her fingers now trying to pry his cravat and stiff collar away from his neck. "Damn, Lucius. Why so many layers?"

"Perhaps I enjoy it when you undress me," he offered salaciously. "Despite you tearing one of my favorite dress shirts in your fit of impatience."

"Oh Lucius," Hermione scoffed, hastily undoing the buttons on his vest. "I said I was sorry, and I fixed it for you, didn't I?"

"Yes, that you did," he conceded, moaning slightly when Hermione finally had his shirt and vest opened, her small hand running over his bared chest. She pressed her lips to his skin, enjoying the little hisses of pleasure that escaped from his mouth.

"I believe I'm supposed to be the one punishing you," he muttered, burying his nose in Hermione's sweetly scented curls. Her hair had become even thicker and more unruly throughout her pregnancy, and Lucius found that he was unable to keep his nose or hands out of it.

"Perhaps later," Hermione replied, her tongue grazing over one flat nipple. Her hands were still roaming about his chest, working their way down to his trousers.

"You know, I'm beginning to think that you just want me for sex," Lucius joked although he still sat up slightly and allowed Hermione to pull his shirt and vest completely off his body.

"It's not as if you're complaining," she replied, her fingers now taking apart the placket on his trousers. "Besides, it's your bloody fault that I feel as if someone's slipped me Amortentia."

"You prove a valid point, love. But at the very least let's move this to your bed."

Grinning widely, Hermione stood up from Lucius' lap, walking over to her bed and stripping her clothes off in the same motion.

"Draco, I am not going to your room!" Alyvya protested from her place on the sofa in the library.

"Why not?" he asked confusedly. "I won't bite...unless you want me to."

His expression was deadpanned and his pale blonde eyebrows rose jauntily, causing Alyvya to laugh.

"You arse!" she told him. "That's the exact reason that I'm staying down here. Perhaps, you'll be more inclined to behave yourself."

The two had just come back from dinner, and Draco wasn't ready for their evening to end. Alyvya wasn't either, but refused to admit so. It only took a bit of convincing on Draco's part for her to return to the manor with him.

"I haven't even tried to kiss you yet. What makes you think I'd do so if we went to my room?"

"The only reason you haven't, is because you know about the shocking spell that Hermione showed me!"

"Touché. Besides the fact that Mr. Carinworth would emasculate me if I behaved with anything less than propriety with his daughter. You have my word that I'll be a good little wizard."

Draco then looked at her so innocently that Alyvya relented. "Fine, damnit. Let's go."

They walked hand in hand through the dimly lit manor, up to his side of the house. Once they were inside of Draco's bedroom, Alyvya peered around uncertainly.

"Where should I sit?" she asked him, noticing that there was only one armchair and a dainty looking settee.

"I'm laying on the bed," Draco told her, kicking off his shoes. "I've been on my feet all day and I want to get comfortable. You're more than welcome to join me."

Alyvya's green eyes flashed sharply at Draco, whom was now sprawled out on his bed, still dressed with his black, dress sock covered feet nearly touching the headboard. His head was perched up on one arm, his grey eyes steadily appraising the witch.

"All right, for the love of Circe," Alyvya grumbled, kicked off her own shoes. Holding onto the edges of her long dress she climbed up onto the large four poster bed, leaving a few inches between her and Draco.

"The minute you try anything funny, I'm Disapparating out of here," she threatened.

"Alyvya, I told you I would be nice. Besides, I'm sure if you thought my only intention was to shag you, you'd never have come out with me."

"Hmph," she replied, at a loss for words. Draco then smiled so brilliantly at her that she found herself smiling back.

"Can I ask you something, Draco?"

"Sure."

"Why me?"

"Why you what?"

"Just what I said. Why me? Why are you so persistent when it comes to me? I've seen the witches that you've courted, and I'm nothing like them."

"First off, Alyvya, I've never courted anyone. Secondly, did it ever dawn on your pretty little head that maybe that's the exact reason that I keep pursuing you?"

"Then what's the point? Why go around with a new witch a week?"

"I'm twenty-two bloody years old. What else would you expect?"

Alyvya laughed wryly, turning to lie on her back. "It's a good thing I've learned to be pragmatic about the proclivities of wizards from my Mum, else I'd be thoroughly insulted by that notion," she said, staring up at the ceiling.

"You know, that's the first time I've heard you mention your mum," Draco stated.

"That's because she died a few years ago," Alyvya said. "She's still hard for me to talk about."

"I'm sorry," he replied, instantly contrite. "Believe me, I know the feeling."

"Your mum died too?" Alyvya asked softly. Draco nodded his head stiffly, not saying anything. "I'm sorry. I'm sure she was a lovely witch."

"She was," Draco admitted. He then scooted off the bed, opening the drawer on his side table. He retook his place back on the bed with Alyvya and handed her a photograph that was slightly worn around the edges. "This is one of the less formal portraits of us. It's my favorite actually."

Alyvya smiled down at the moving images, seeing a fuzzy haired , grinning Draco as a baby sandwiched between his parents. A smiling Narcissa was kissing the downy blonde hair on his head, and Lucius was standing stiffly yet proudly next to his family.

"I'm surprised you're not asking me for details like everyone else has," he commented.

"What, do I look those badgers at the Daily Prophet?" Alyvya replied, handing the photo back to Draco. "I figure if you want me to know something, in due time you'll tell me."

"You are...very much different than anyone I've ever met," he said after replacing it back on his side table.

Alyvya smiled, shrugging her petite shoulders. "I take it that's a good thing, right?"

"It's a very good thing," Draco replied.

"I know how it is with everyone pestering you to death with questions. After Mum died everyone was so damned chatty, asking me how I felt, did I need anything, did I want to talk about anything. All I kept thinking about was telling them to piss off and leave me be, but that would have been rude especially considering all they were trying to do was help."

"Well at least you had people that wanted to help you."

"What? But what about your father?"

Draco was silent for a moment, reflecting back onto the dark period on the Malfoys' lives. He hated thinking about when his father was seemingly a withered shell of a man, as Azkaban and the Dark Lord had reduced him to such. Even though he and his father hadn't gotten on well before, there always remained a part of him that hated seeing Lucius helpless and suffering.

Narcissa had tried to be strong for Draco and put up a brave front when she was around her son, but when she thought she was alone he'd been able to hear her crying, her sobs muffled by what he'd guessed was a pillow.

"Father and I...well, let's just say that things have gotten better between us over the past year. Before that, I found it hard to even speak to him."

"Yes well..I know parents try to force our hand in doing things that we don't want to, but usually it's because they have our best interests at heart."

"Believe me, love, there was plenty of forcing my hand in things going around these parts, but not one bit of it had anyone's best interests in mind," he commented dryly.

"Does it have something to do with that thing on your arm?" Alyvya asked. "I noticed that you don't like to show it."

"You don't miss a thing, do you?" Draco asked. He then rolled his left sleeve up, revealing the pale black Dark Mark on his forearm.

Alyvya's green eyes instantly grew round as saucers. "My goodness, I didn't think you had that!" she said, peering down at his ink marked skin.

"I suppose after this you'll want nothing to do with me," he replied easily.

Draco was no fool; he knew that any witch worth her weight in galleons wouldn't want any part of a wizard with a tainted past like him. He'd resigned himself to dalliances with assorted witches, believing that he'd never be able to fare better. Still, he had to admit that sometimes it would have been nice to have someone that genuinely liked him - not a sycophant that did nothing but spend her hours fawning away at him.

"Why would you think that?" Alyvya asked, furrowing one eyebrow.

"Come on, Alyvya. Who the hell wants to deal with an ex-Death Eater? Not a sweet witch like yourself, I can promise."

"Oh, pack it in Draco!" she exclaimed, placing one hand on his forearm. "Do you really believe that the remnants of your former life is enough to scare me away?"

"I know you're anything but daft, Alyvya," Draco patiently continued. "Surely you know of the events surrounding...damn, I don't even want to say his name."

"You don't have to, and yes I do," Alyvya continued solidly. "The point is that you aren't living that way anymore. Besides, something tells me that was never who you were, and if you'd done anything, it was under duress. You don't seem like the bloodlust inspired type of wizard."

"I'm not...I wasn't. Although, I had to pretend that I was," he replied, shaking his head as he rehashed the horrors of his life in his head.

"Draco..." Alyvya called softly, moving closer to him. His usually cheerful face now looked tense, surely thinking about the unsavory things he'd been forced to do. She slipped a hand into his, squeezing it gently.

He turned his head, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "You're not one to mince words, so I'll tell you something else," he continued. "Up until now, every witch that has chosen to consort with me was clearly either a money hungry slag or got their knickers wet at the rumor of me being a Death Eater."

"That seems a bit harsh, don't you think?"

"Yes, but that's the sordid truth," he replied. "Of course that doesn't make me any better for sleeping with them in the first place but what's done is done." Draco looked over at Alyvya, whom was eyeing him curiously.

"I'm sorry. I'm putting a bit of a damper on our date, aren't I?"

"Not at all," Alyvya replied. "This is actually one of the better ones I've been on. It's a lot more forthright and honest. I can safely say that."

"Go on then, spill it," Draco urged.

"Do you really want to hear about me going around with another bloke?"

"It's not as if you didn't have a life before meeting me. Why wouldn't I be interested?"

"Fine then," Alyvya assented, rolling her eyes. "I went out with this bloke named Dave, Davey, whichever. Anyway he feigned playing the part of a polite wizard the entire night until he found that I wouldn't go home with him. He then only paid for his part of the meal and tried to skive off."

"That's just not right," Draco interjected.

"Yes and what's worse, I'd been so busy at work that I'd forgotten my handbag with my extra stash of galleons. I never go on a date without it."

"Smart witch. I'm assuming that's what's in that little blue velvet sack in your bag."

Alyvya chuckled; she didn't realize that Draco noticed it. "Why thank you," she said of his compliment. "Anyway, my father actually knew the owner of the restaurant so I explained to him what happened and he got everything sorted for me."

"I bet you didn't go out with him again."

"No, I'm not mad. When Dad's friend told him what happened he was livid to say the least. Hm, now that I'm thinking about it I haven't seen Dave since then. Oh! And this other beastly fellow, I thought he was going to try and get me starkers standing right out on the street! He kept trying to squeeze my arse and stick a hand down my robes."

Draco felt a glimmer of anger, thinking about someone trying to force themselves on Alyvya. "So what did you do?"

Alyvya began grinning widely at the memory. "I told him I was going to Apparate us to my house. Instead, I took him to a seedy part of Muggle London. He'd drunk so much at dinner, he was completely pissed. So. I knew he wouldn't know where he was. He was swearing up a storm when I Disapparated out of view. It was rather funny."

"Remind me to never get on your bad side," Draco said, roaring with laughter.

"You'd better not. I'm sure Hermione and Ginny can teach me some more hexes to use if need be."

"How is it that you don't know some of this stuff already?"

"A few years before the war broke out Dad moved us out of the country. Mum homeschooled me up until she passed; we just recently moved back within the year."

"Well that explains why I'd never seen you at Hogwarts."

"Yes. My parents were too afraid to let me go, not that I can blame them. It's a shame though. I think I would have enjoyed the experience."

"It was fun until things became mucked up," Draco replied.

"You, Hermione and Ginny went to school together, right?" Alyvya continued after seeing Draco nod. "So, Hermione is your age?"

"Yes. They hadn't planned on a relationship. It just sort of happened."

"I was merely curious. It's not as if it makes a difference. Hermione and your father seem happy and that's what counts."

"Believe me, they are happy with one another. Damn pleased even. Too many times I've managed to overhear just how happy they've become," he added with a shudder.

Draco looked so disgruntled that Alyvya was unable to suppress her giggles. "That's what people in love do, Draco."

"Are you speaking from experience?" he asked with a smirk and one eyebrow arched.

"Oh shut it," Alyvya retorted, her face reddening slightly. " I wouldn't mind if my dad found someone that made him happy. Although, he's working every bleeding minute of the day. He'd actually have to leave his office to meet someone."

"Don't get me wrong, besides wanting to hex my own ears off, I'm glad my father and Granger - I mean Hermione - are together. You didn't see him before; he's a hell of a lot more pleasant now."

"Something tells me you were just like him, Draco. Thank goodness people change, else I might be with another one of those tossers instead of here with you."

"Are you trying to charm me?"

Alyvya leaned up, grabbing one of the overstuffed pillows from the top of the bed and promptly smacked Draco with it.

"There's your charm," she retorted, cackling when she saw his usually neat blonde hair sticking straight up on his head. "I love the hair, Draco. You should wear it like that always."

"Cheeky little-" he growled, attempting to smooth down his hair with both hands. Before Alyvya was able to move, Draco was hovering over her, his hands tousling her hair about.

"Draco, stop!" she shrieked with laughter, trying to escape his clutches. The two continued tussling about on his bed, ruffling each other's hair into a complete state of disarray. Neither would back down, and by the time they were done, both Alyvya and Draco were both disheveled and red faced with laughter.

"Draco! I can't go home like this!" she yelled after scampering down off his bed and running into the bathroom.

Draco sat on the edge of his bed, still dissolved in a fit of laughter. His black dress shirt was rumpled and his blonde hair stuck up all over his head like a petrified baby chick's yellow fuzz.

"Then don't go. You're more than welcome to stay here," he called across the bedroom.

Alyvya remained silent, coming out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She was preoccupied with finger combing the tangles out of her dark curls. "We are not having a sleepover, Draco," she calmly stated, her green eyes focused on one particularly knotted chunk of hair.

"Are you on that again?" he asked incredulously. "I can't believe I'm saying this but as much as I would love to sleep, and literally just sleep next to you, I can always have the house elves set up a guest room for you to stay in. Then we can have breakfast in the morning and you can be on your way."

Alyvya looked up at Draco through the thin curtain of hair, her eyes peering at him almost suspiciously. "I don't have anything to sleep in," she told him after a while.

Draco wordlessly slid down off his bed and walked over to his bureau. Opening one of the drawers he pulled out a soft, long black shirt and a pair of red, silk pajamas. "Your choice."

Giving up on her tangled hair, Alyvya walked over to Draco and took the black, cotton shirt from his left hand. "I hate pajama bottoms; I always get tangled in them beneath the duvet."

"You and me both. Usually I don't sleep in anything at all but since you're here I'll bend my rule."

"Oh, for goodness sake," Alyvya said exasperatedly. "I don't want to inconvenience you completely but I don't mind if you sleep in your underwear. Just keep your dangly bits away from my bum unless you want to get smothered with a pillow."

"Prone to violence much, I see," Draco commented, his mouth in a crooked grin.

Alyvya flicked the shirt at Draco's head as she walked back into the bathroom. Making quick work of divesting herself of her dress and slipping into the soft shirt, she walked back into the bedroom. Draco had dimmed the lights and was already in bed, snuggled beneath the duvet with the other side turned down for her.

His shirt came down far enough to conceal her thighs, but she had to tug on the hem to keep it down when climbing into bed.

"Are you sure Mr. Malfoy won't mind me staying the night?" she asked after settling her head on the pillow.

"No, he won't mind," Draco reassured. "He likes you. And besides; he knows that you and I haven't done anything, so your reputation is safe."

Draco uttered his last sentence with a smirk, causing Alyvya to stretch her leg across the bed and soundly kick him. He winced in pain yet still laughed.

"All right, I'll be nice like I promised."

"You'd better be," Alyvya said warningly. "Can you please turn off the light? I'm getting sleepy."

Draco reached to his bedside table for his wand, flicking it and setting the room to pitch black.

"Your bed feels amazing," she commented with a yawn, stretching out languidly beneath the duvet.

"Feel free to use it at your leisure."

"I'm sure you would love that." Alyvya then tentatively reached an arm across, her fingertips brushing against Draco's bare chest. Shifting her head closer until she was nearly resting on his pillow, she moved until her face was next to his. "Good night," she told Draco after briefly pressing her lips to his.

"Ooh," he groaned. "Is that really all you're going to give me?"

"That's right," Alyvya replied, already turned back onto her side of the bed.

"No, that's not right," Draco grumbled.

"Draco." Alyvya sighed. "If I kiss you again, will you go to sleep?"

"There's a distinct possibility that I might," he glibly answered.

"You are a very fresh wizard, do you know that?" she asked before moving back over to Draco. She placed one hand down on his chest and tilted her face towards his. Their lips instantly met, although Draco proved to be slightly overzealous, and Alyvya pulled away slightly.

"Slower, Draco. I'm not going anywhere," she softly told him. Alyvya then curled one hand around his face, gently brushing her lips against his. She took her time slipping her tongue into his mouth, guiding Draco into the way she wanted to be kissed.

"Bloody hell," he panted after they broke apart. "I don't think I've ever been snogged so...thoroughly."

"With your prowess, I'm surprised," Alyvya replied, settling her head on Draco's shoulder.

"Well I never claimed to know everything," he said, wrapping an arm around her body.

"You don't act like it, but in any event you've had your kiss. Now go to sleep."

"You're not the boss of me."

"Not yet. Good night, Draco."

A low rumble of laughter erupted in his chest. "Good night, Alyyva."

Draco and Alyvya slept curled into one another the entire night. Upon waking up he kissed her, remembering the way she showed him the night before. His morning erection had inadvertently pressed against her stomach, but Alyvya was seemingly unfazed.

They took turns showering and walked hand in hand down to breakfast. Lucius and Hermione were already at the table and greeted them politely.

Draco felt Alyvya's hand tighten around his marginally, and he ran his thumb across her skin in a soothing gesture.

Hermione was giving her best effort focus on her bowl of cubed melon instead of the young couple. She settled for peeking at them from the corner of her eye, watching how Draco held the chair out for Alyvya before taking his own seat. It was a mannerism that he displayed with any witch, but the smitten look on his face was something new altogether.

Lucius had his face buried behind the Daily Prophet, but Hermione knew that Draco's chivalry hadn't gone unnoticed by the hawk-eyed wizard.

"So Hermione, do you have everything sorted for Ginny's do tonight?"

"Yes, thank heavens," she replied. "Who knew it was so much work? No wonder her mum was ready to pull her hair out by the roots."

Alyvya laughed, remember how frazzled Ginny appeared when they ran into one another. "I'll come up before I leave. I'm sure you have some last minute things that you could use a hand with."

Hermione distinctly got the hint that Alyvya wanted to talk to her in private. "I'm sure you're right," she replied. "Besides, I'm sure I could use another discerning eye."

"So what do you call me, chopped owl meat?" Lucius muttered from behind his newspaper.

"Another witch's eye," Hermione told him with mock aggravation. Lucius was clearly taking the piss at her, and Hermione leaned over and swatted him lightly on the arm.

"See what I deal with on a consistent basis?" Hermione said pointedly to Alyvya. "Two cheeky blonde wizards."

Lucius mumbled something underneath his breath and Draco grinned crookedly at Hermione.

Once breakfast was over with, Hermione led Alyvya up to the suite where she was hosting the hen party.

"This is gorgeous!" she squealed, twirling around the decorated room. She immediately dashed over to a legless, circular white leather loveseat that was pushed off to the side. "I so need one of these for my room," Alyvya purred, setting back onto the pillows.

Hermione laughed at the witch's enthusiasm. She sort of reminded her of Luna. Alyvya finally pried herself away from the loveseat and sat down on the sofa, waiting for Hermione to sit next to her.

"So what's going on?" Hermione asked. "Draco is behaving himself, isn't he?"

Alyvya immediately caught the suspicious expression on Hermione's face and began to laugh. "Yes, quite perfectly, I should add," she amended. "Although that's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about. I stayed over last night. Draco said his father wouldn't mind."

"I gathered as much. You two wouldn't stop grinning at one another."

Alyvya buried her head in her hands, giving an embarrassed laugh. "Remember what you told me about the Malfoy charm? You were not exaggerating!"

Both witches were now laughing and shaking their heads.

"That's why something tells me I'll need a contraceptive potion," Alyvya continued. "Do you know how to make one, or where I can purchase it?"

"It's better if you make it yourself, but Lucius doesn't have a laboratory here," Hermione said. "Usually I do some brewing for Draco's godfather, Severus, when I'm at the school but he and Lucius have banned me from making any potions since finding out I was pregnant," she went on in an aggrieved voice.

"I'm sorry," Alyvya replied. "So is everything all right with the little one? Do you know what you're having yet?"

"No, we wanted it to be surprised," Hermione smiled, running a hand over her tummy. "I'll send an owl to Severus. he'll be able to make whatever you need."

"Only if it's not too much trouble."

"It's not, trust me. He's headmaster now and rarely has a need to brew unless it's for personal usage. Severus'll most likely levitate with glee on the way to his laboratory."

"Well...thank you," Alyvya said. "Now, was there anything you needed help with? I don't mind."

"No, I think that's everything," Hermione told her, glancing around the large, decorated room. "All we need to do is wait for the madness to ensue tonight."

Alyvya sat chatting with Hermione until she got up, stating that she needed to find Draco before going back home.

Hermione got up from the sofa, walking over to one of the white rattan swinging chairs that was suspended from the high ceiling. Lucius called her a nutter when they were delivered to the house. Hermione told him that swings were fun and that he should sit in one before casting judgment.

He'd grumbled all along but allowed Hermione to push him down into one. Lucius was still fully dressed, walking stick in hand, and the sight of him perched on the dainty swing made Hermione giggle uncontrollably.

She'd pushed the swing into an easy momentum, smiling widely at Lucius whom was still frowning. "Either smile, or I'm going to charm it to go faster," she'd threatened.

Lucius finally capitulated under his fiancée's joyous expression. "All right, that wasn't so bad," he admitted.

Hermione was now swinging idly, remembering how when Lucius went to stand up he cursed loudly, feeling his blonde hair snagging against the rattan fibers.

A pop suddenly echoed throughout the room, and Hermione looked down to see Tipsy standing across from her.

"Master sent me up bring you this," she said, placing down a sizeable box. After Tipsy popped out of view, Hermione climbed down from the swing and walked over to the box. Her forehead furrowed as she pawed through its contents. Opening one of the large, velvet satchels, she found an ornate jewelry box housing a pair of pearl earrings and a coordinating necklace.

She continued looking through everything, realizing that they were all the same and that there were enough for each of Ginny's guests.

'Why are you so surprised that Lucius would splash out on party favors?' Hermione asked herself.

Her favorite gift from a party had been a lolly, and that was when she was eight years old. Hermione knew that her parents would chuck it in the bin and she'd hidden it in her jumper. That night after her parents had gone to sleep, she hid beneath her duvet and gleefully peeled off the wrapper, becoming lost in the artificial flavored, sugary goodness.

Hermione was slightly worried, hoping that the girls wouldn't think their parting gifts to be ostentatious. 'Oh well, it's too late to send them back,' she thought, folding down the box lid.

"Oi, you slags!" Ginny screeched when her teammates filed into the suite. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Now you know it wouldn't be a proper piss up without us around!" the tall, lanky sandy haired witch told Ginny as she leaned in for a hug.

The rest of the girls took turns hugging Ginny, and introducing themselves to the other witches in the room.

Ginny's hen party started off with a bang. She'd been led blindfolded into the room by Alyvya, promptly surprised by Luna, Tonks, and Fleur who'd been able to make arrangements at the last minute. Soon, as they began catching up, her teammates poured into the room causing her to nearly scream.

An hour into the revelry, each witch bore a pair of furry, fuchsia animal ears that had been passed around by a witch named Anna. That alone prompted a drunken but hilarious discussion between the group.

"What in ruddy hell are these?" a witch with shaggy blonde hair named Trisha asked, as she turned the headband around in one hand.

"Cat ears! Or is it a bunny?" Adrienne asked, taking another swig of Champagne.

"Oh shut it!" Janice, the tallest of the bunch shouted. "You're completely arseholed; what the hell would you know?"

Everyone broke into ear-splitting laughter, some of the girls nearly knocking over their champagne flutes. Hermione was doubled over with tears coming from her eyes. Ginny's teammates reminded her of her mates back in Australia; only they were ten times as funny.

Ginny seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Luna charmed the front of her shirt to read 'Bride to be', and she had a mini veil with hot pink feathers attached to the top of her head.

Hermione furtively looked over at Tonks, whom was sitting next to Fleur and carefully holding onto her second glass as she'd already dropped the first. She'd been expecting a sound verbal lashing from Tonks when she first arrived. Instead, she'd gotten a tight hug and a gentle pat on her stomach.

"Oi, oi! Where the hell are the blokes!" Tabitha called out from her place on the carpet.

"Damn, Tabby is that all you can think about?" Willow asked.

"Oh get stuffed, Willow. I haven't had a decent shag in a fortnight. I'd give me eyeteeth to see an arse so firm that you can bounce a galleon right off it," she answered. "Or hell, at least a round of slap and tickle that lasts for longer'n a minute!"

Peals of laughter filled the room again. Tabitha was the smallest witch of the bunch, yet she had the most raucous mouth of them all. She and Willow were best friends, although Willow was the more reserved one. Since arriving, their constant banter had been a source of amusement for all.

Alyvya had been gobsmacked when she met all of Ginny's teammates. They were all chuffed to meet a fan that didn't seem like a complete nutter, and told her that she had to come to all of the games with Ginny.

She and Luna were already giddy with Champagne and had monopolized the swings for the past twenty minutes. The whimsical blonde was happily swinging back and forth with her hair flying about, most likely telling Alyvya about some obscure animal.

"All right then, budge up Anna," Tabitha grunted, moving from her place on the carpet.

"You're a pain in my arse, do you know that?' Anna grumbled, squishing against Adrienne to make room for her friend.

"No, I have a pain in my arse; my tailbone to be exact," Tabitha mused, sitting down. "I think it's gone numb from sitting on the floor."

"You arse faced slags," Trisha shot. "You're witches aren't you? Whip your wand out and make the sofa larger!"

Ginny laughed until she was red in the face and gasping, glad that she was comfortably seated at her place of honor.

"Do you mind, Hermione?" Adrienne asked, clearly uncomfortably mashed between Anna and Janice.

"Not at all," Hermione laughed, waving her hand dismissively.

Adrienne breathed a sigh of relief, promptly withdrawing her wand from its place between her large bust. She'd placed it there an hour ago when she had a glass of champagne in each hand, claiming that two glasses were better than one.

The sight of her withdrawing the length of wood from between breasts set off another round of laughter. Tonks was snorting, her face morphing between a pig snout and fish. She nearly dropped her second glass and Hermione leaned forward, catching it just in time.

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