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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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AN: Sorry to have kept you waiting, I have been a foolish person and signed up for 3 challenges at the same time, so I've been trying to get my challenge fics out of the way. I don't have to write as lengthy stories as I try here (I have heard many express how nice it is that the chapters for this story are decently sized; they are always at least 4,000 words).
I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you have enjoyed the previous ones! :)

“Now what are you doing?” Draco asked when he entered the kitchen to see a very busy Hermione, who was magically stirring several bowls of assorted food.

Scorpius began squealing excitedly at the sight of his father. He sat in his highchair, wearing a green and red festive bib that Hermione must have recently bought him for the upcoming holiday. He smacked the tray with his hands. “Derbla!” the baby repeated over and over until Draco picked him up and kissed him hello.

“How’s my little chomper?” he asked.

“Mmma!” he replied and pressed his face against his father’s to kiss him back.

Hermione smiled at the father and son before elegantly flicking the tip of her wand, sending numerous of plastic bowls to the table which was now triple in size to fit the prepared food.

Draco wrinkled his nose at the unappetizing looking mush in the bowls. “What is all this?” he asked. “It looks like you’ve collected the waste from Scorpius’ nappies.”

The baby giggled at his name's mentioning and smeared a wet finger across Draco’s cheek.

“Thanks, son,” Draco said in friendly sarcasm. “But I assure you, baby drool is not some new top of the line beauty product!”

“Dahs!” Scorpius pointed to the colourful bowls, showing him he liked them.

“Since Scorpius is nearly six months now, I thought we could start introducing him to solid foods.”

Draco gave a slight nod in understanding. “And you have refused Weston’s work? He could have prepared all of this for you.”

“I sent Weston off to help Ginny while Harry is working on a case. With two little ones, she’s getting worn out easily. Hope you don’t mind.” She sent him a smile that told him he was to not argue with her decision.

Draco cleared his throat. “Course not.” He quickly changed the subject, “So, you really think Scorpius is ready for real food?”

“Oh, yes, he was extremely cranky this morning after you left, I discovered it’s because he’s teething!”

“He is?” Draco looked at his son who was gumming on three of his fingers, staring at the bowls.

“Yes.” Hermione came up to Draco and removed their son’s fingers from his mouth, inserting one of her own. “If you run your finger along his gums, you’ll feel a couple of lumps. They are causing him pain. But it’s nothing to worry about, his frozen teething toys soothe it away.”

Draco ran his thumb along Scorpius gums like Hermione had done, feeling for the bumps she had informed him about. Scorpius clamped his jaw down onto it and began sucking it.

“Do you mean like a dog's chew toy?” Draco asked in a sudden feeling of his son being compared to an animal.

“No,” Hermione said slowly, but Draco hinted that she may have been lying. “It’s helping him,” she told him firmly. “So don’t get all defensive about it.”

“Fine.” Draco let it go. She had to be right, Scorpius didn’t appear to be in any pain right now. She knew more about caring for babies than he did anyway.

“Do you want to see what foods our son might like?”

“Sure.” Draco pulled out a chair and sat in it, setting up Scorpius comfortably in his arms into a sitting position.

Hermione placed her chair in front of Draco and the baby. She chose a blue bowl with orange mush in it. Scorpius hummed happily at the sight of his favourite color.

“Gahg!” He pointed to the bowl and looked up at Draco.

“Yes, it’s blue,” Draco told his son. “And...” he paused peering down at the orange mush. “Is the orange gunky stuff carrots?” he asked Hermione after a quick sniff.

“Daddy knows his veggies,” Hermione applauded, stirring the mashed carrots with a baby sized spoon. “Want to try some, sweety?” She held up the messy spoon to Scorpius, who went and grabbed at it, dirtying up his fist.

Draco chuckled. “You haven’t even had a bite and you’ve already created a mess, chomper.”

“Aaah!” Scorpius answered, reaching for the spoon again.

Draco stopped him this time by snatching his hands. “Let your mother show you how,” he instructed gently. “Show him, Hermione; take a bite.”

“Scorpi,” Hermione spoke to get the baby’s attention. “Watch Mumma.” She slowly brought the spoon up to her lips, taking a bite. “Mmm, yum,” she emphasized. “Yummy carrots.”

Scorpius screeched happily and threw his back against Draco. “Gahs!” he flapped his arms. “Gahs! Gahs!”

“Alright, baby, if you calm down, Mumma will let you try,” Hermione said and opened up her mouth to get the baby to mimic her.

Scorpius followed suit perfectly. “Gahg!”

“He’s ready,” Draco announced, rubbing his son’s belly.

“Okay, here it comes.” She slipped the spoon into the tiny mouth and both parents watched him, anticipating his reaction. Scorpius scrunched up his face from the strange texture, not used to anything besides liquids. Draco smiled, finding the disgusted face amusing.

“I can’t tell if he hates it or if the texture is just too odd for him,” Hermione said.

Scorpius’ tongue poked out of his mouth and slopped out some of the carrot mush. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked up at Draco. “Derbla?”

“No?” Draco asked. “You don’t like yummy carrots?”

Scorpius pointed to the bowl. “Gahg!”

“Try again, Mione.”

Hermione made to give Scorpius another spoonful but he turned his head and whimpered with closed eyes. “Derbla!” he wailed.

“Nope,” Hermione set the bowl of carrot mush aside.

“No carrots for the chomper.” Draco tickled the baby’s foot to stop his whimpers before they could turn into cries. Scorpius’ frown instantly disappeared and he giggled. “Try a fruit,” Draco suggested to Hermione. “Did you blend any apples?”

“Yes, I did,” she said with a grin, finding a yellow bowl with the requested applesauce. “I knew you’d go for that.”

“Look what Mumma has, Scorpius,” Draco said with dramatic excitement. He gasped out. “What’s that?!”

“Gahg!”

“It’s apple. Remember apple starts with an A,” Hermione lectured softly.

Draco refrained from rolling his eyes. She never missed an opportunity.

Scorpius wasn’t interested in tasting the applesauce after having the carrots. “Dah!” he wailed when his mother brought the spoon anywhere near his mouth. He swatted at it.

Hermione bit her lip. “I suppose I should have started with a fruit.”

“Let me try.” Draco snatched the spoon from Hermione without giving her the time to hand it over.

“Chomper,” Draco addressed his son coaxingly. “I’ve got something great that you ought to try.” He licked the bottom of the spoon. “You didn’t use green ones,” he told Hermione in disappointment, noticing the all too sweet flavour.

Hermione shrugged. “You ate them all.”

“He might prefer the sweeter apple right now anyway.” Scorpius was now lifting himself up to claim control of the spoon that he found so fascinating. Draco raised it above his head. “Does Scorpius want the spoon of applesauce?” Scorpius blew a raspberry, splattering Draco’s face with specks of carrot mush. Draco pursed his lips. “Thanks, chomper,” he said grimly, taking the towel that Hermione held out to him.

“It’s on the arm of your shirt too,” she pointed out and cleaned it off with a loose corner of the towel. “Orange is the new black,” she giggled.

“No colour can replace black,” he said seriously and reverted his attention back to Scorpius, cleaning the outer part of the baby’s mouth with the disliked carrots. “Now, this is better,” he told Scorpius, speaking about the applesauce. “Go ‘ah’, Scorpius. Ah.”

Scorpius copied Draco, opening his mouth. “Dah!”

“Smart boy.” But just as Draco went to put the spoon in the open mouth, Scorpius blocked his mouth with his hands.

“Dah!” Scorpius rubbed at an eye.

Draco saw the opportunity and quickly smeared the applesauce on his son’s lips. Instinctively, Scorpius’ tongue stuck out. The baby made a face and a second later he smiled.

“He likes it!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Yes, he does!”

“Derbla!” Scorpius squealed, clutching onto the spoon. Draco allowed him to have it and the handle immediately was put into his mouth to taste.

“Do you like applesauce, Scorpius?” Hermione asked, conjuring up a new spoon. “Want another bite?”

“Bah!”

After his first bite of applesauce, Scorpius was eager to eat. Hermione let him have two more bites before moving on to the mushy sweet potatoes, which Scorpius wanted nothing to do with.

“Dah!” he screeched after her third attempt to get him to eat it.

“Ho!” Draco burst out in realization. “It’s the colour, Hermione!”

She lowered the spoon in thought. “He thinks it’s the carrots...” Hermione smiled. “It’s not carrots, baby. This is better!” Then she did what Draco had done with the applesauce and dabbed a bit of it onto his lips.

It was then discovered that Scopius also liked sweet potatoes.

*/*

Draco was beginning to notice that Severus’ portrait was sitting empty more often than not. He found this strange since he couldn’t see him wanting to spend much time at Hogwarts, so something must have caught Severus’ interest. Whatever it was, Draco hadn’t read or heard about it yet. Hogwarts news had been a bit dull since the end of the war.

Draco shrugged it off and exited his potions lab, going up to his room at the Manor to change his clothes from a long day of brewing. He put a pouch into his fresh dress robes and began making his way to the flooing room.

“When are you going to bring Scorpius back here?” His mother’s harsh question made him jump, having had not expected her to even be home, since she had not confronted him at all that day.

He cautiously cocked his head to look at her, planting a smile on his face. “I have been thinking that you did not have the time currently,” he smoothly said. “With Christmas coming up an all.”

“It’s been two weeks,” Mother told him coldly, ignoring his excuse.

“Has it been that long?” he asked in surprise.

“Yes,” she answered stiffly. “Do you not want me to see my grandson, Draco?”

“Of course not, Mother! Don’t be ridiculous! We’ve been busy!”

“Doing?”

“Well, I’ve been working on a potion... and she’s... been exercising his mind with an abundance of lessons. She keeps saying he’s going to be the Albert Einstein of the magical world, who was some exceptionally brilliant Muggle. She’s obsessed! Hermione literally recites the alphabet to Scorpius while she breastfeeds him!” Draco rolled his eyes. “I often have to save him from it all just to give the boy a bit of a break! I thought Father was bad with his constant lecturing, but she takes the cake!”

Mother’s mouth slowly curved into a smile as he spoke.

“What?”

“I would not have expected any different with that girl.”

“Yes, well Scorpius needs a break from time to time. I was just on my way to save him now.” He gestured down the staircase from his place at the top of it.

She nodded, permitting his leave. “But I want to see him soon, Draco,” she said. “Very soon.”

“Yes, Mother,” he instantly acknowledged, noting the tone of her warning. “I will speak with Hermione about bringing him here soon again,” he promised.

“Wonderful!” Excitement filled her voice.

He hurried down to the flooing room, exhaling a breath. Yes, he’d have to bring Scorpius here soon. Mother would not stand for that much longer. How could he have gotten so busy to have not realized this? He normally brought Scorpius over several times a week.

After a deep thought, he knew why it had slipped his mind.

His new life.

The potion Hermione needed was a complicated brew and when he was finished working on it for the day, all he ever thought about was returning to them. Nothing else was on his mind after that. Especially how heavy his chest was with happiness lately. In the past few months, the three of them had created a tight family. One that he would never allow to dissolve. He liked this new life a lot. He could even admit that he loved it.

She still wouldn’t fully move into the old Gordin manor though, leaving some of her belongings at her other place. She was just being too stubborn to admit that they were now living together and had been for the last three months.

Bloody damn Gryffindors...

*/*

“He won’t go for this.” Hermione shook her head.

“I figured as much,” Harry said with a shrug. “But the offer remains on the table.” He wiggled a stuffed black cat at Scorpius who was in his arms. Scorpius grabbed the cat and stuck its entire head into his mouth.

“And how does everyone else feel about this?”

“It was Gin’s idea and everyone knows not to argue with a pregnant witch,” Harry joked as he wrestled the toy back from Scorpius.

She bit her lip uneasily. “I don’t know, Harry...” she said slowly. “I don’t think he’s ready for this.”

“And do you think he’d ever be?”

She forced a laugh. “Likely not!”

“Well, he’s your boyfriend and—”

Hermione’s eyes widened at that, cutting him off.

“Was I not suppose to know this?” Harry asked cautiously. “You’re certainly not hiding it well.”

“No, it’s just... I have never actually called him that. We’ve been doing what dating couples do, but I just never actually thought of him that way...”

Harry nodded. “You’ve considered him more as the father of your son who you have been forced to be civil with.”

“No,” she corrected him with a smile. “Well, maybe at first when the magic was forcing us together, but I’m glad it did, Harry. He’s so special to me now. He’s brilliant and, you won’t believe this, but he’s actually thoughtful of others.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Draco Malfoy, thoughtful? That is hard to believe.”

“Even you’ve said he’s changed,” she pointed out.

“I did,” he agreed. “But I still thought of him as a spoiled, rich kid, who just happened to know exactly when to act decent, and— don’t ever tell him this, or he’ll hold it over my head, but he saved me that day when the Snatchers caught us. He never would say why, and I’ll probably never know, but he did do it.” Harry sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever completely understand how a Slytherin thinks.”

Hermione smiled, thinking of Draco. “Me neither.”

“See what you can do,” Harry told her. “Gin is becoming a fan of his, she thinks what you two have is the most interesting thing in the world.” He shook his head, grinning. “She has nothing better to do than watch other people. She refuses to go back to Quidditch with the kids around. I feel sort of bad for her, but Ginny says she’s alright. She loves being a mother.”

Hermione nodded. “It’s the best job in the world.”

“Well, so long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters, Hermione.”

“I am,” Hermione ensured her best friend.

Harry playfully bounced Scorpius in his arms before handing him back to Hermione. “He’s getting big,” he commented.

“Yes, he is. I feel my arm is going to fell off after holding him a while.”

“Bah!” Scorpius waved at Harry with a huge smile.

Harry laughed. “Is he saying bye to me?”

“I think so,” Hermione also laughed.

“Derbla!” The baby’s face got serious then and he tried squirming out of Hermione’s arms, making her set him down on the floor so he could crawl around. “Derbla!”

“We’ve decided that that’s what he calls Draco,” Hermione informed Harry, watching her son attempt to stand up on his two feet without her help.

“Oh.” Harry then chuckled. “That’s kinda cute actually.”

“Don’t you have your own family to gawk over, Potter?”

Harry and Hermione turned their heads to see Draco leaning on the doorjamb with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a blank look.

“I was just seeing if Hermi—”

“Hermione is in capable of hands,” Draco interrupted coolly.

“Draco, don’t,” Hermione said softly. “He’s my friend—”

“Whose wife would love to know that he stopped by our place before going to his own home and family.”

Hermione pursed her lips at the jealous tone Draco held. She stole a glance at Harry and saw his jaw clench, likely in an effort to stop himself from making a retort.

“I was actually passing on a message from Ginny,” Harry defended himself. “Not that it is any of your business.”

Draco chuckled cruelly. “Are you your wife’s messenger now, Potter? Her little owl? My, you must have an interesting time in the bedroom with that sort of role-play. No wonder you’re already on your third child.”

“Draco!” Hermione shrieked harshly. “Stop it! Stop it, now!”

Draco pushed himself off the doorjamb and sent her an ugly scowl. He bent down to pick up Scorpius who had crawled to his feet and untied the laces of his dress shoes. “Go back to your own family, Potter. Leave mine alone,” he growled and stalked out of the room.

“Sorry,” Hermione’s voice was hardly above a whisper. “Obviously he’s jealous...” She uncomfortably rubbed her forearm.

Harry frowned. “I suppose it does look bad to him... And it must bother him to know that I am his son’s godfather.” His lips spread out into a faint smile. “I’d be a bit upset too if he was one of my kids’ godfather.”

“He would choose none other,” Hermione told Harry quickly. “Even if he would never admit it...”

“Don’t lie, Hermione,” Harry scolded. “Seriously, it’s bad for your character.”

“I’m not! He’s never even brought up the subject, nor suggested a different person. I suppose if Professor Snape were still alive it’d be different, but as you know...” She glanced toward the doorway, looking to see if Draco was eavesdropping. “He has no friends...” she whispered after finding that it was safe to say.

Harry gave a nod. “Then he really is just jealous of me.”

“Hasn’t he always been?” She grinned knowingly.

“But he’s not a child anymore,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes. “And I do love my wife.”

“Yes, I know, and he probably does too, deep down.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “Just make sure he knows that you and I would never happen.”

She laughed. “He knows that already. The bond wouldn’t even let you and I do anything. He’s just being a nincompoop!”

Harry massaged the back of his neck. “Guess I should get back home to Ginny then... Malfoy can still come. If you can even convince him to. Let him know he’ll have to suppress himself a little. There will be kids around.”

“Don’t count on his arrival,” Hermione warned him.

Harry smiled. “If anyone can get him to reason, it would be you, Mione.” He winked and then had to leave for home. “See you later.”

After Harry left, Hermione set out to search for Draco, finding him in a room that he had put together for Scorpius to play in. He was laying on the floor with his chin propped up on his folded arms, watching Scorpius play with a magical toy spider that dangled above the baby’s head, tickling him.

“Is that spider messing with your hair?” Draco teased Scorpius.

Scorpius reached above his head and giggled when the spider crawled up its string of silk to get out of the baby’s reach. “Sah!” Scorpius said to Draco.

“It isn’t going to let you get it; you’ll drool all over it!”

“Gah?”

“No, it won’t.”

“Sahdah!” Scorpius pointed to the spider all the while looking at Draco in question.

“No, it’s pronounced ‘spider’,” he corrected.

Scorpius narrowed his eyes. “Sahdah!” he insisted.

“There are no A sounds at all in ‘spider’.”

“Sahdah!”

“What about... father?” Draco suggested. “Can you say that?”

Hermione couldn’t help smiling. Draco always said that she worked with Scorpius too hard, but he didn’t do anything different than she did when he was home. She learned a while ago it was just an excuse to play with the boy.

Scorpius gave Draco a drooling grin. “Derbla!” He clapped exuberantly, thoroughly pleased with himself.

“Fah-ther.”

“Derbla!” Scorpius then found another toy to play with. It was a hippogriff one that Harry had gotten for him.

“Fah,” Draco patiently tried again. “Say ‘fah’, chomper.”

“Dah!”

“No, fah.”

Scorpius’ attention went solely on the hippogriff toy as he took an interest in adjusting the legs and neck of it.

“Scorpius...?” Draco reached out, tapping the infant’s foot. "I know you can do it. If you make a decent effort."

With a scrunched up face, Scorpius looked at Draco. “F-Fah?”

“That’s it!” Draco exclaimed, and Hermione had to cover her mouth to keep from doing the same. “Now ‘ther’.”

Scorpius’ eyes went back to the toy. “Fah!”

“Ther.”

“Blah!” the little boy then puckered out his lip and he let out a whine. “Derblah!” he wailed.

Draco sat up and held out his arms to Scorpius. “It’s alright,” he told the baby softly. “You’ll get it.”

Scorpius crawled into his father’s arms, whimpering softly. “Derblah!” he cried again as Draco pulled him close to his chest, kissing the top of his head.

“I know,” Draco whispered. “It’s hard.”

“Hahd!” Scorpius agreed tearfully.

Hermione wiped her misty eyes and left the two alone to console each other. She was grateful for the bond that her son and Draco had. She hadn’t even seen Harry as attentive to his boys as Draco was to Scorpius. They understood each other without even having to speak the same language. Which made her wonder how close they would be once Scorpius started talking with complete words that she and Draco could understand. They were already inseparable as it was now.

“My mother wants us to spend Christmas at the Manor,” Draco announced a while later, interrupting Hermione’s reading.

“And what does your father say to this?” she asked without taking her eyes off the book, skimming them over the rest of the paragraph that she had been reading before willing herself to close it up.

Draco shrugged. “He didn’t say either way.”

“Was that because he wasn’t permitted to?”

“Hermione, my father has had no choice to accept you. He’s not going to cause us any problems.”

She tilted her head, finding his words valid. “I suppose you’re right.” She grinned. “He did slip something into my drink to get me to reason with the situation, after all. I know your mother is accepting, but I haven’t heard him voice his opinion about much of anything since that day in Saint Mungo’s.”

“When I first met Scorpius?”

She nodded.

“What did he say?"

Hermione ducked her head, hiding her face. She hadn’t brought this up to Draco before. “It’s no big deal.”

She felt him squeeze into the arm chair next to her. He brushed back her hair, tucking it behind an ear. “Did he threaten you?” Draco asked quietly.

“Not exactly.” She snorted. “I’ve seen him in war, he doesn't really scare me. Basically, he just said that I couldn’t take Scorpius from you.”

Draco hugged her tightly. “He won’t do anything to stop us,” he told her. “You have nothing to worry about. He knows there’s nothing he can do.”

“I haven’t been in Malfoy Manor except the flooing room since...” she paused and lifted up her arm with the curse.

“It’s different now,” he said and kissed her wrist. “It's unrecognizable, I promise.”

Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco, burying her face into his chest, inhaling his musky scent. “Harry invited us all for New Year’s,” she informed him softly.

Draco’s hold on her stiffened. “Was that the message he was speaking about? From his wife?”

She nodded and lifted her head. “There’s really no reason to be jealous of him, Draco. It isn’t him I’m kissing in the dark of the night,” she pecked her lips against his jawbone. “It wasn’t his baby that I had. Nor is it him that I think about for half the time.”

“What’s on your mind the other half of the time?” he asked suspiciously.

She smiled. “How I enjoy the sight of my boyfriend and his son playing together.”

His grey eyes twinkled at her words as he processed them. Draco then kissed her on the lips, running a hand through her wild her. “Mione?” he whispered, after breaking off the kiss.

“Hmm?”

“Did you just admit out loud that you're my girlfriend?”

She grinned and nodded. “Are you okay with being my boyfriend?”

“I’m perfectly okay with the title.” Draco settled himself next to her, taking a teacup off the table stand next to the chair they were in.

“That’s my tea,” she said.

“We share spit, Hermione, surely we can share tea.” He took a sip and made a face. “It’s cold,” he grumbled. Hermione smugly heated up the beverage with her wand for him. “I could have done that, you know.”

“Then why didn’t you?” she asked, replacing the wand on the table.

He rolled his eyes. “Because I knew you’d do it. Why waste the energy?”

Hermione giggled. “You always were a terrible liar.”

“I’ll go to Potter’s party, if you go to my Mother’s,” he bargained abruptly.

“Really?” Hermione was shocked that he had even considered it.

He nonchalantly lifted a shoulder up. “I’m feeling a little bold.”

“Don’t worry, Draco.” Hermione cracked a smirk. “I’ll protect you from all the Gryffindors.”

He scoffed and shook his head at her. “It’s a deal then?” he pressed.

“It is. Seal it with a kiss?” she asked, unbuttoning his shirt to gain access to his skin.

“We need to make deals like this more often, girlfriend of mine,” he said with an aroused growl and buried his face into her neck.

Review Responses since the last update:
starr: Thanks, you should love the sweet goo from Chapter 13 then :)
RoseDavis: Haha, you aint kidding (on both things).
Trelweny: Lucius is just so awesome as a family man :)
pickles87: You are right to be leery, my friend. There will be drama again soon.
cpetnm: Well, thank you! I am glad this has been all convincing for you. :)
sirius34: Sorry it took so long. I was having issues :/
ssdawning: She seems like the type, hmm?
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