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Shiloe: The Weapon	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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What’s going on:
“I’ll visit again when I can, and I’ll send word as soon as I’m able. Thank you for understanding. He wants me there, I have to go.” He said, kissing them both quickly and grabbing a handful of Floo powder.
He threw it into the fire and stepped in. “Moonrun Manor!”

And on to the chapter:

The trip was short and dizzying, and within minutes, he was stumbling out of the fire in Moonrun Manor, where Draco was waiting.
“Get out of the fire, Shi. Madam Pomfrey’s coming through in a few seconds.” He drawled.
Shiloe moved out of the way. “Where is he?”
Draco raised a brow. “Honestly, we have time. He’s been feeling pains for thirty minutes, and they’re now getting closer together. He’s upstairs, you know the room.”
Shiloe nodded. “I’ll head up.”
“And I’ll bring Pomfrey when she gets here. Just stay calm, yeah?” Draco asked in amusement.
Shiloe nodded again and headed for Lucius’ bedroom.
He walked in and found the man sitting up in bed, apparently naked under his sheet.
“Sir!”
“Not right now. Right now, it’s just Lucius. Come here.” Lucius said, holding out his arms. “Don’t worry.”
Shiloe hugged and kissed him. “She’s early.” He said.
Lucius laughed. “By about two weeks. It’s nothing to worry about. Draco was the same way. I was worried, too, but the Healers at the time assured me that a few weeks is no problem.” He said.
Shiloe sighed. “Fine, I won’t worry. I love you.”
“And I love you.” Lucius returned with an indulgent smile. Then, the smile faded, and his look grew solemn. “There is something I wanted to ask you that I was reticent to ask by letter. It is a rather intimate question, but it needs to be addressed, and the time is now upon us. It can wait no longer.”
Shiloe frowned. “What is it?”
Lucius sighed. “There is a potion that Poppy suggested to me, and will be bringing with her, that can be used in our situation in order for me to breastfeed our daughter. It will cause me to grow very small breasts that can easily be concealed under clothing, but they will be apparent while I am naked. I would like to take the potion, for I know that breastfeeding is the best option for any newborn, but I will not if the idea of even very small breasts on me would be off-putting to you. I need to know, therefore, if you could find me desirable still if I took the potion.”
Shiloe bit his lip and tried to imagine Lucius with breasts. “I think I could handle it.” He said.
Lucius smiled. “It will only be for the first three months of our daughter’s life, but it will give her the best start. If it makes you uncomfortable to see me with them, there is an antidote she will supply me with that I can take anytime to reverse the change. I will need to take the potion as soon as she gets here, before she delivers Aquila.” He broke off and winced.
Shiloe grabbed his hand. “Are you okay?”
Lucius squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I am fine. The contractions are getting stronger, that is all.”
The door opened, and Poppy bustled in. “You wait out here, Dear.” She said to Draco. “I’ll call you in when your sister is here.” She shut the door and turned to Lucius. “Now, Mr. Malfoy, I hear you’ve been having contractions for thirty minutes already?” She asked, opening the bag she’d brought with her and pulling out several potions and a scalpel.
Lucius nodded. “Yes. They are ten minutes apart now, and getting rather painful.” He said calmly.
Poppy nodded. “That’s to be expected. Did you discuss the Mammae potion with Shiloe?” She asked, holding up a white potion.
Lucius nodded. “I am taking it.” He said, holding out his hand.
She dropped the potion into his palm. “I’ve heard it tastes vile. I suggest downing it in one go. Try not to let it linger in your mouth too long.” She said briskly.
Lucius sighed and opened the vial, then downed the contents. He made a face. “And I thought the prenatal vitamin potions were bad. Do I even want to know what is in that one?”
Poppy smiled. “Best not to ask, Dearie.”
Shiloe hid a smile. He was pretty certain Poppy Pomfrey was the only person alive who could get away with calling Lord Lucius Malfoy ‘Dearie.’
“Here is the antidote. When you take it, the mammary glands created by the Mammae potion will be absorbed into your body, leaving no trace behind.” She said.
Lucius nodded, taking the potion and setting it aside for a later date, then winced again.
Poppy nodded. “They’re getting closer together. It’s almost time, then.” She said, removing the sheet from Lucius’ belly and spreading her hands over the round expanse. “Well!” She exclaimed as a bump appeared under her hand. She smiled. “She’s certainly eager to be out of there.”
Lucius smiled. “I am eager for her to be out, as well. I want to hold my daughter.” He said.
Poppy smiled. “I daresay you will be, very soon now.” She handed him a blue potion next. “Take this, it’s a pain potion.” She told him. “We don’t want you to faint from the pain when I have to make the incision. You should be able to remain awake and aware through this.”
Shiloe looked at her. “There’s not another way?” He asked.
Poppy looked at him incredulously. “Of course not! He’s not a woman, in case that somehow escaped your notice. The baby will have to be cut out. It’s a standard procedure, the risks are minimal. He’ll be fine, I’ve done this before, during my training. I’m perfectly capable, don’t worry.”
Shiloe gulped, but nodded. “Alright.” He said softly.
Poppy sighed. “If it helps, I delivered three babies during my training, two to men. I know what I’m doing. You won’t lose him on my watch, Shiloe.” She assured him, then handed another potion to Lucius. “This will prevent you from bleeding too much. And I have two blood-replenishing potions for after, if you need them. Which you shouldn’t, but just in case.” She added, with a smile to Shiloe. “Also standard procedure.”
Lucius took the potion, and Poppy nodded. “All right, then. It’s time.” She grabbed the scalpel and cast a quick sanitizing charm on it. “Ready?” She asked Lucius.
He nodded.
“Shiloe, I need you to grab the two towels from in my bag. You’ll be the one to clean the baby when I get her out. I’ll have to work quickly to remove the placenta fast enough to prevent this from leaving a scar.” She said.
Shiloe reached into the bag and pulled out the towels, holding one and setting the other aside.
Poppy made a cut across Lucius’ abdomen, and Shiloe averted his eyes. “Just tell me when she’s out.” He said weakly, his stomach turning at the sight of his anchor’s blood seeping from the large gash.
Poppy laughed. “You drink blood, the sight of it shouldn’t bother you.” She commented.
Shiloe sighed. “It usually doesn’t, but seeing you cut into my anchor is wreaking havoc on my control. I don’t want to suddenly see you as a threat and attack you while he bleeds out.” He explained tersely.
“Good point. Take your daughter.” Poppy said, turning to him and handing him the infant.
Shiloe took her, gently wiping the blood away and looking her over as he cleaned her.
She gazed up at him for a long moment, then opened her mouth and let out an ear-splitting wail.
Poppy laughed. “This one has good lungs.” She said in amusement.
Shiloe was in awe. She was perfect. So tiny, with a head of white-blonde fuzz and eyes the darkest blue he’d ever seen. He wondered for a moment whether they would turn silver or green, or retain the blue she had now. Only time would tell, though.
“Welcome to the world, Aquila.” He said, smiling at her as she squalled.
He caught a faint smell emanating from her, and leaned in, sniffing. He raised his head and chanced a glance at Lucius, who was being wiped off, stomach back to its previous flatness already. “You didn’t tell me you had Veela in your family.” He said accusingly.
Lucius sniffed. “Does it matter?” He asked archly.
Shiloe chuckled. “No, but I didn’t think to tell you that Shiloe’s children almost always have creature traits if there’s any history of creature bloodlines. She’ll be Veela when she hits seventeen. I can already smell it on her. The smell will probably be gone in a few days, but right now, it’s there.” He said proudly.
Lucius raised a brow. “Indeed? Well, let’s see our little Veela, then.” He said, holding out his arms.
Shiloe brought her over to her other father and placed her in his arms, carefully.
Lucius traced her tiny nose with a fingertip, then smiled when she stopped crying and looked at him. “There, my little Eagle. It’s not so bad out here, is it?” He cradled her close and led her mouth to one of his nipples, which were larger than normal due to the Mammae potion.
She latched on and began to suckle.
Lucius watched her for a few moments, then turned to Poppy, who held out a blood-replenishing potion. “Just to be on the safe side.” She said.
Shiloe took it, since Lucius’ hands were busy, and helped Lucius take the potion.
Lucius finished swallowing it and looked at Poppy. “Cold you let Draco in now?” He requested.
Poppy nodded and went to the door. She opened it. “Draco, your father wants you now. He and your sister are in fine health.”
Draco rushed in and looked at his father breastfeeding. “So you took the potion.” He said. He looked at Shiloe. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“It’s a little strange.” Shiloe said with a smile. “But I can handle it for our daughter.”
Draco nodded and looked down at Aquila. “Welcome to the family, sister. I swear I’ll always watch over you and protect you from harm.” He said solemnly, then placed his fist over his heart and bowed to her.
Shiloe smiled, recognizing the words as traditional for an older sibling in a Pureblood home. Draco would stand by his word and always be there for her, that much was certain. To families like the Malfoys, blood was everything, and family safety and happiness was of paramount importance.
“She’s tiny.” Draco observed. “But then again, that’s true of all babies.” He said. “Where is she going to sleep, Father?”
Lucius looked at Shiloe. “Could you bring the bassinet over to that side of the bed?” He asked, shifting toward the side he’d indicated. “We’ll keep her close for a few days, or longer, depending on how often she wakes during the night.” He said.
Shiloe rolled the bassinet, which was on wheels, over to the side of the bed.
Lucius rolled his eyes. “Get into the bed, Shiloe. You can watch over me better from right beside me. I expect you to be very protective for a few days yet.”
Poppy laughed. “I should go, so Shiloe can relax a bit more. I’ll be by tomorrow for her first check-up, and I expect to still see you in bed, Mr. Malfoy.” She said sternly.
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for all you’ve done for us.” He said, nodding to her as she packed up her bag.
“You’re very welcome. I’ll see myself out.” She said, leaving.
Shiloe slid into the bed next to Lucius.
Draco smiled. “Shiloe, I know you likely won’t be letting Father out of your sight for the rest of the day, but when you’re ready to find my room, call for Ellie. She’ll show you the way.” He said, bowing to them. “I’ll see you later, Father. Shiloe.” He left the room.
Shiloe sighed. “So, it’s finally just us and Aquila. She’s perfect, you know. And lovely already.”
Lucius laughed. “She is at that. She’s already wrapped you around her little finger, hasn’t she?” He teased.

Shiloe smiled. “I suppose she has. You shouldn’t be too surprised by this; She’s my first-born child. I love her, and I love you.” He said, leaning in and kissing Lucius deeply.
Lucius moaned into the kiss, then looked down. “I believe our daughter is already asleep. Would you go into the nursery and grab her a diaper and something to wear? Something easy, please. And a blanket to wrap her in, as well.”
Shiloe walked into the nursery and grabbed the requested items. He paused for a moment and let the wide grin that had been threatening slide onto his face. He was a father!
*****
Shiloe watched Aquila waking slowly, her tiny face scrunching up in a yawn and her dark blue eyes opening blearily. He smiled at her as she began to fuss. “Hang on, sweeting.” He said softly, then used his elbow to carefully nudge Lucius. “Luc. Aquila’s awake and hungry again.”
Lucius sat up, blinking sleepily. “Alright. Hand her here. Have you been holding her all night?” He asked in amusement.
Shiloe flushed. “Well, I’m a bit more protective that I thought I’d be, so yes, I find I can’t sleep. I’ve been keeping an eye on you two.” He explained.
Lucius smiled and cradled Aquila to his chest, feeding her. “We’re perfectly safe here, Love. No one not of my blood can get through the Wards here, save for you.” He said.
“I can tell. The Wards are already so tight here that even adding a Shiloe Ward at this point would be redundant. They’re almost as strong as Hogwarts’ Wards, so anything I could add wouldn’t compare. Just how many layers of Wards DOES this property have?” Shiloe asked in curiosity.
Lucius smirked. “More than I have been able to identify. This property is almost as old as Malfoy Manor. The Fawcette line, before they married into the Malfoys, could trace their lineage back twenty generations, while the Malfoys can trace ours back twenty-five. Both families have had plenty of time to build up our Wards to be as safe and strong as we could make them. Indeed, for some Pureblood families, that was the only thing keeping them safe from their enemies.”
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “And did the Fawcettes HAVE many enemies?” He asked.
Lucius shook his head. “No, the Fawcettes were merely well-connected. They had friends in the French Ministry, and were close with several of the Ministers themselves. As a matter of fact, one of the Fawcettes WAS the French Minister for Magic, and her portrait is in the gallery, though she dislikes me and Draco. She may take a liking to you, there is really no way to know. She’s picky with who she’ll talk to, now that her line has died out. It’s her prerogative, however.”
Shiloe held out his arms. “Here, hand me Aquila.” He took the baby and Lucius lay back down. “I’ll wake you when she needs you.” He said.
“Are you going to sleep at all?” Lucius asked.
Shiloe looked down at Aquila and smiled. “I don’t really need to, so probably not. I’ll sleep tomorrow night.”
Lucius sighed and shook his head. “Very well. Good night, Shiloe.”
“Sleep tight, Sir.” Shiloe said softly.
*****
Shiloe lay Aquila in her bassinette and left the room. “Ellie!”
The elf appeared. “How can Ellie be helping Sir?”
Shiloe smiled down at the diminutive creature. “Where is Draco’s room?” He asked.
Ellie bobbed her head. “Master Draco’s room is this way.” She said, leading him down the hall. She led him to a door and stopped outside it. “This is Master Draco’s room. Will Sir be needing anything else?”
Shiloe shook his head. “No, that will be all. Thank you.”
The elf squeaked in pleasure at being thanked, then left with a pop.
Shiloe opened the door and smirked. Draco was curled into a ball in the center of the bed, fast asleep. He padded into the room and stopped beside the bed, looking at the blonde silently for a few moments before he slid into bed beside him, laying his wand on the nightstand next to the bed.
Draco sighed and snuggled up to Shiloe in his sleep, laying his head on Shiloe’s shoulder.
Shiloe chuckled at the action, then wrapped his arm around Draco’s waist, holding him close as he allowed himself to drift into a doze.
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