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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: OMG I am LOVE everyone's reviews, thank you! So here's another nice long chappie, with even more tomfoolery. My beta Gnrkrystle is the cat's meow!

The next morning Hermione, Ginny and the rest of the girls reconvened to share a late breakfast. The entire women's Quidditch team ambled out of their rooms, clutching onto their heads.

Hermione utilized her keen insight and had brought the vials of hangover potion down to the banquet room and placed one by each plate.

"Bloody hell, my head feels like it's about to burst," Janice groaned. "But damned if it wasn't worth it!"

Everyone else snickered uncontrollably, thinking back to their wild evening.

Alyvya was also giggling into her napkin, although she had no use for a hangover potion. That morning she and Draco ran into Lucius as he was escorting her to breakfast.

Lucius had taken one look and their slow and unsteady gait before conjuring up two vials of purple liquid and handing it over. Without another word he turned away, saying that he needed to find Hermione.

"What is this?" Alyvya asked as a smirking Draco uncapped one vial and handed it to her.

"Pain potion," he commented. "I think our canter gave us away."

She laughed uproariously but gratefully swallowed down its contents. Upon waking up that morning, Alyvya slipped out of Draco's bed, instantly moaning when she felt every muscle in her body protest at the movement.

Draco laughed until he moved to stand up, realizing that he was also slightly achy.

"Now that's definitely a first," he told Alyvya, whom had leaned back on the bed, caught between soft moans of pain and a fit of laughter.

"All right, Ginny," she then heard Hermione say from across the table. "Once we're done we have to get you to the Burrow, unless you want Molly go come thundering through the Floo in Lucius' drawing room."

"Suppose you're right," she mumbled, biting into a piece of bacon.

Breakfast went smoothly without a hitch, and soon after, each witch had gone to her room to change and followed behind Ginny in the Floo.

Alyvya went off to find Draco, and Hermione went to Lucius' bedroom. She found him sitting in his armchair by the bay windows, clad in his quilted dressing robe and reading the Daily Prophet.

"Hello, love," he greeted Hermione, putting down the paper when she sat across from him. "Everything go well with the Ginevra's breakfast?"

"Yes. It was much quieter than yesterday," she chuckled. "Most of them were hung over."

Lucius chuckled, remembering how rowdy the group of young witches had gotten the night before. "What time are we expected for Ginevra's wedding?"

"It starts at three, but I told Ginny I'd come an hour before to make sure she was sorted with her dress and all. Although, I except Molly is going to take over in that aspect - not that I mind. I think all Ginny needs me to do is offer moral support, drag her away from annoying relatives and such."

Hermione then shifted sideways in the armchair, spreading her legs until she was comfortable.

"You should be wary of doing that in front of recalcitrant wizards," Lucius told her with a smirk.

"Well by all means, if you're tempted, I won't stand in your way," she threw back.

"Cheeky witch," he growled, hastily untying his dressing robe and crossing over to Hermione.

Lucius wasn't the only wizard with a salacious witch on his hands. No sooner than Alyvya had returned to Draco's room, she'd instantly divested him of his trousers and shoved him down on the bed.

He let Alyvya have her way for awhile until easily pinning her beneath him, eagerly burying his face between her legs. She thought he'd been exaggerating when he said she tasted sweet, but his tongue was swirling around her clit as if it was a cherry drop.

Draco hadn't even let her take off the silk nightgown. He just shoved it over her stomach, both hands firmly gripped round her waist. When she finally climaxed, shuddering against his mouth, he hurriedly covered her body with his, plunging into her still fluttering channel.

Eagerly clutching onto his back, Alyvya came twice more before Draco followed her.

"You are dangerous, witch," he panted, his face buried in her neck.

Alyvya laughed, running her fingers across his lower back. "I thought I'd take advantage of the bit of time we have before the wedding," she said.

"That's a damned good start!"

"We can always go again if you're up to it," she offered suggestively.

Draco groaned before his lips fell back on hers.

At two o'clock, the four Apparated to the Burrow. Lucius and Draco were still clearly discomfited about being in a place where they were surely not wanted, but both put on stoic faces and kept moving.

Alyvya didn't know about the history between the Malfoys and the Weasleys but seemed to know that Draco was slightly tense. She didn't say anything, just gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Hermione led the three to the front door, meeting up with Molly.

"Oh Hermione, you look beautiful!" she told her, giving her a gentle hug trying not to muss the ornate dress robes. She then greeted Lucius and Draco with the same amount of kindness before introducing herself to Alyvya.

Molly ushered Hermione off to Ginny's room, offering to keep the three company in her absence.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the almost Ginevra Potter," she said, knocking on Ginny's bedroom door and walking inside.

Ginny turned around when she heard her best friend's voice. She was already in her wedding gown, and her red hair had been pinned up in with a few curls framing her face, Great-Aunt Muriel's tiara atop her head.

"Oh my goodness, you're gorgeous!" Hermione sighed. "I hope they didn't drive you too batty without me being here."

"Not at all," Ginny said, her brown eyes twinkling. "Don't tell Mum, but I think Fred and George slipped her something because she's been extra pleasant all day. She helped me dress and did my hair without a single fuss."

"Oh good, I'm glad," Hermione said, gingerly sitting down on the edge of her bed. "Where is everyone else?"

"Out in the back I suppose. Fleur and Tonks said that I couldn't let anyone see me in my dress yet," she continued, rolling her eyes. "Actually, I don't mind staying in here till the ceremony. It's nice and quiet."

"Yes, for once!"

Ginny nodded her head. "Are Lucius and Draco downstairs?"

"Yes," Hermione answered. "Alyvya also."

"Well that goes without saying, the way those two were stuck to each other last night," she cackled. "Hey, I think I hear Professor Snape too," Ginny replied, standing up and trying to peer out of her window.

"Ginny! Don't ruin your dress; I'll look." Hermione pressed both hands down on Ginny's dresser and craned her neck out of the window, seeing that Severus was, in fact, standing on the lawn next to Lucius, Draco and Alyvya. "Good, hopefully he'll feel a bit more at ease with his mate nearby."

"Damn, I guess they still aren't entirely comfortable here. No worries, if anyone gets shirty my wand is in my corset."

"No Bat-Bogey hexes on your wedding day!" Hermione retorted, bursting out into laughter.

A knock came from the bedroom door, causing both girls to look over.

"Ginny love, are you nearly ready?" came Arthur's voice.

"Yes Dad. I just need my flowers."

Arthur swept inside of the room, donning what looked liked brand new dress robes with a white rose in his buttonhole. "Here you are," he said, handing over the white bouquet. "Hermione, Molly told me to bring yours up as well."

Hermione smiled appreciatively as she took a hold of the pink and white flowers.

"Ginny, I'm going to escort Hermione down first," Arthur told her.

Ginny nodded her head, but Hermione protested. "I'm fine, these heels aren't that high."

"Hermione," Arthur interrupted, his eyes warmly appraising hers. "I already know. Lucius told me. Now everyone is waiting, so come along," he continued, offering his arm.

Smiling up at the ginger haired patriarch, Hermione held up the hem of her long, dusty rose dress robes and clutched on Arthur with the other arm. He slowly led her down the stairs before turning back to retrieve his daughter.

Once the music queued, the three left the house, Ginny on her father's arm. Hermione walked in front of them, her hands tightly clasped onto her flowers as they made their way to the ornate marquee.

They'd reached the entrance and Hermione caught glimpses of the space that had been painstakingly decorated. Molly had gone all out; the marquee was even fancier than when Bill and Fleur got married.

Slowly making her way down the aisle, Hermione tried focusing on looking straight ahead of her instead of at the guests on either side. Ron and Harry were already at the front of the marquee. For the first time since meeting Harry, Hermione saw that his usually messy hair was now lying down neatly on his head. Catching her eye, he shot his best friend a crooked grin.

She was unable to keep her mouth from curving up into a smile, and was grateful to feel some of the tension leave her body.

Exhaling when she reached the end, Hermione took her place opposite of the groom and best man. The same ancient, tufty-haired wizard that presided over Bill's wedding was in between them, clutching onto his wand.

Everyone beneath the marquee rose to their feet, craning their necks as Ginny was escorted down the aisle by her father.

Hermione looked over at Harry who was beaming from ear to ear as he looked at his bride. Ginny was grinning right back at him, a hint of a devilish smirk lingering beneath.

'Those two,' Hermione thought, laughing inwardly.

The bonding ceremony wasn't long, and Ginny and Harry were soon standing hand in hand with silver stars shooting out of the old wizard's wand and encircling their forms.

Afterwards they made their way back down the aisle, Ron and Hermione following behind.

Thankful that she was able to walk at a slightly faster pace, she decided to peer into the audience whom were all looking at the new Potters.

Hermione caught snippets of conversations as she made her way out of the marquee.

"Such a beautiful bride-"

"Can't believe Ginevra is married, why I remember when she came up to my knee-"

"My tiara suited her much better than that French witch Bill married, what's her face. And isn't that the little Muggle-born with the skinny ankles in the pink robes? I see she's about to be hitched as well with that boulder on her finger."

Hermione rolled her eyes, knowing that the surly voice could only belong to Great-Aunt Muriel.

"Did you see the Malfoys here? They have a lot of nerve showing their faces!"

At the last sentence Hermione felt her anxiety return, and she was grateful to step back out into the sunshine.

Droves of witches and wizards clad in every color and fabric of dress robes and ornate hats made their way over to the newly married couple, chattering excitedly and issuing hugs and kisses.

Hermione also noticed quite a few of her old schoolmates, all of whom promptly came over to her.

'Of course they'd want a hug,' she grumbled, remembering her protruding belly beneath the voluminous robes. Hermione awkwardly gave a few one armed embraces, claiming that Molly would have her head if she messed up her dress robes.

Just then a familiar blonde wizard came into her line of vision, causing a broad grin to grace her features.

"Beautiful," Lucius said, wrapping an arm around Hermione's waist.

"I know right? I told Ginny the same thing when I saw her."

"I was referring to you," he replied with a smile.

Hermione's cheeks suffused pink, shyly smiling back at her wizard.

"Oh, cast a silencing charm, will you? I may drown from all of the fluff," she heard Draco say from behind his father.

"Shut up, Draco!" Alyvya shouted, swatting him on the arm. Both girls met eyes, laughing and shaking their heads at one another.

"My godson still has no sense of tact," Severus drawled, frowning at the young blonde. "Good evening, Miss Granger."

"Hello, Severus," she replied. Looking to her right she saw that Molly was bustling over to their little group, ushering them back to the marquee for the reception.

Champagne flowed freely throughout the area, and an hour into the festivities there was an aura of great joy in the air.

Hermione and Ginny had stuck their heads together at one point when they found that the stripper from her hen party had showed up, clad in immaculate black dress robes.

"Damn, I almost didn't recognize him fully dressed," Ginny whispered before cackling. She and Hermione had to hold onto one another to keep from falling in a hysterical fit of laughter.

Ailen had sauntered onto the dance floor and surprised Luna who was doing one of her eccentric dances with her dad. He asked Xenophilius if he minded cutting in, and the stringy haired wizard smiled at the young man and stepped back.

He then proceeded to put his arms around Luna while leaving a tasteful amount of distance between them, and led her in a more conventional dance.

"They are so adorable!" Hermione sighed, seeing the blush on Luna's cheeks.

Hearing a jumble of noise a few feet away from them, the two then walked over, realizing that her mates from her Quidditch team were at their antics again.

Hermione nearly burst into peals of laughter when she saw the girls surrounding Lucius, Severus, Draco and Alyvya.

"Oi look! It's our little blonde hottie from last night!" Tabitha shouted when she saw Draco.

His face immediately fell, clutching firmly onto Alyvya's hand as if he was ready to Apparate with her on the spot. Alyvya, on the other hand, found her boyfriend's discomfort highly amusing and couldn't stop laughing.

"Merlin's pink knickers, but there's two of them!" Trisha jeered, now sizing up Lucius.

"You slags can't count for shite; you mean three," Janice added, salaciously eyeing Severus.

"Oi, Ginny, you're a right spoilsport!" Anna shouted across at her. "Where the ruddy hell have you been hiding these gorgeous wizards?"

Hermione, Alyvya and Ginny were convulsing with laughter. Draco still looked completely affronted while Severus and Lucius were eyeing the young witches with rapt amusement.

"I mean bloody hell; one's like an angel with that blonde hair and walking stick and the other is Mephistopheles and sex wrapped into one clad in that black suit," Adrienne veered.

"She's right you know," Janice purred, leaning onto Severus whom arched an eyebrow, looking down at the bold witch with a smirk. "What d'you say love? Fancy a round of slap and tickle later on?"

"You couldn't handle it," Severus told her in a deep baritone without missing a beat.

"Ooh, do you think?" she replied with a crooked grin. "I'd like to see th-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Severus bodily grabbed the young witch and pulled her firmly against him, his head lowering to her ear and murmuring something that was inaudible to everyone else. After he left Janice go, her face was glowing red and she was unable to speak.

"Oh bloody hell-c'mon Alyvya, I think I need a drink," Draco grumbled, tugging her away from the group.

Willow, Adrienne and Trisha were on the verge of losing their last shreds of dignity as they howled in amusement. Ginny had tears pouring from her eyes, causing her eye makeup to run down her face.

"You know, that's the first time I've ever seen anyone able to render that slag completely speechless!" she gasped. "Merlin's beard- dammit! I've made my mascara run."

"Wait a minute, I'll sort you out," Hermione said, withdrawing her wand. She pointed it at Ginny but was unable to keep a steady hand as her body was still shaking with laughter. "Wait a minute Ginny, wait! Stop laughing!" she cried, forcing herself still before cleaning the makeup trails on her cheeks.

"Thanks love," Ginny said, still gasping. "All right, you slags. Step away from the wizards, the taller one over there is Hermione's."

"Damndest me, love, you have all the luck!" Tabitha said to Hermione. "Hold onto him!"

Shaking her head, Ginny excused herself when an elderly couple approached her to offer congratulations.

Once the rest of the girls scampered off, presumably to find fresh wizard meat, Hermione walked over to Lucius.

"I'm sorry about that," she told him, slipping her arm though his and still giggling.

"One things for certain, those young witches give Maddie Barthodly a run for her money," Severus chuckled.

"You should talk, Severus," Lucius drawled. "Are you going to let that young witch challenge you?"

Severus smirked at his friend yet remained silent.

The evening waned on with everyone still enjoying themselves immensely. The wedding cake had been cut and served, and now abandoned plates with smudges of white frosting on the edges littered the tables.

Most of the guests were dancing, some with more rhythm than others. Hermione was still being approached by old friends and acquaintances and finally managed to excuse herself, plopping down at the table with Lucius and Severus. Looking out on the dance floor, she saw Draco twirling a beaming Alyvya around.

There had been more rude, though hushed, whispers about the Malfoys presence, but after enough Champagne was imbibed they were soon forgotten.

Fred and George were dancing with Ginny when Harry came over to the table, asking Lucius if he minded him dancing with Hermione.

"Not at all," he easily replied, gesturing for them to go on.

Hermione took Harry's offered hand, dutifully following him to a small patch of unoccupied space beneath the marquee.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, they began a sort of awkward swaying to the upbeat music.

"So how are things?" he asked, smiling at his best friend.

"You know...they're going well. I can't complain."

"Obviously not, judging by that rock on your finger."

Hermione looked at her engagement ring and smiled.

"As long as he makes you happy, Hermione. That's all that matters."

"Thank you Harry," she replied, unthinkingly leaning in for a hug.

His head furrowed slightly when he felt the firmness beneath her robes. Moving back slightly, he peered down at the front of her robes through his round glasses.

"Err, either you've had a lot of wedding cake or..."

"Well, I supposed you'd find out sooner or later," Hermione conceded, taking his hand and pressing it on her stomach. "I just haven't told everyone yet."

Harry was in awe as he felt his friend's pregnant belly. "I feel like an right arse. How did I not realize that you were having a baby?"

"You know that you wizards don't notice anything, especially if it's right beneath your nose," she countered teasingly. "Usually I made sure to come to the Burrow when the rest of you lot were out, and if you were there, I tried to stay sitting down. My stomach was less noticeable that way."

"Yes, but why hide it? We're your friends, hell, your family."

"I know that," Hermione admitted petulantly. "But after that last kerfuffle...I was still sort of put out with everyone."

"I never apologized for that; I'm sorry. You know I tend to act before I think."

"Really? Harry Potter acting rashly? Who would believe it?" Hermione smirked at Harry who gave her a wide grin.

"I love you, you know that. If you need anything just let me know. Although I'm pretty sure Mr. Malfoy has it covered."

"Thanks, Harry," Hermione said, hugging him again.

"Mr. Potter," they both heard a voice say behind them. "Do you mind if I reclaim my witch? We've yet to share a dance."

Harry looked over at Lucius whom was standing beside them. He released Hermione, shaking Lucius' hand before walking away.

"Well, it seems that your friend has come to his senses," Lucius said, securing his arms round Hermione's waist.

"How can you tell?" she asked, sliding her arms around his neck.

"Years of espionage. I don't have to actually stand next to someone to know what's going on."

Hermione shook her head, laughing slightly. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

She then looked across the table that they'd been sitting at. "Where's Severus? I hope you didn't leave him alone somewhere."

"The last time I saw him, Ginevra had cajoled him into sharing one dance with her."

Hermione's eyebrows shot up at the thought of the dark wizard dancing. Lucius laughed, seeming able to sense her thoughts.

"Severus is actually quite adept on his feet," he said.

"You know, the more I'm around you two, the more shocked I become. Although, at this point nothing is terribly surprising."

"Well, that's because prior to us, you've only seen him inside of Hogwarts. He's headmaster but he's still a man."

"I know." Hermione then leaned closer to Lucius. "I'd be remiss if I didn't tell you how dashing you look this evening," she continued, eyeing her handsome wizard.

Lucius was clad in pristine, hand-tailored dress robes that draped over his form perfectly. His blonde hair was smooth and gleaming, tied back into a black beribboned queue.

Pushing herself up as much as she was able to, Hermione planted a kiss on Lucius' freshly shaven jaw, catching a whiff of the delicious scented aftershave on his skin.

"Would it sound terribly cliché if I said that I wanted to eat you up?" she asked.

Lucius chuckled in reply. "Not at all, but I'd have to return the favor."

The two laughed, their bodies still swaying together. Lucius was smiling down at Hermione, slightly faltering when he saw the beads of perspiration dotting her forehead.

"Are you feeling all right, love?" he asked.

"I'm just a bit warm," she replied. "I'm not used to wearing dress robes, especially not for this length of time."

"Perhaps you should sit down."

"I think you're right," Hermione conceded, holding onto Lucius' arm as he led her off the dance floor. They were almost back at the table when Hermione swayed unsteadily on her feet, Lucius deftly catching her round the waist.

After helping her into a chair, his fingers brushed across the back of her neck. "Hermione, you feel more than just a bit warm; you're nearly burning up."

"I'll be fine; I just need to sit for a while."

Truth be told, Hermione was burning up in the heavy robes. But to take them off meant that her swollen stomach would have been exposed for all to see. Unable to help it, she moaned softly feeling a droplet of sweat trickling between her breasts.

"Bollocks, Hermione," Lucius told her. "Your face is flushed and your neck is on fire. Do you have anything on beneath the robes?"

Just then Ginny and Harry were sauntering by, immediately bustling over when they saw Hermione lethargically leaning onto the table.

"What's wrong love?" Ginny asked, smoothing back a few stray curls that were coming undone on Hermione's damp forehead.

"She's being stubborn," Lucius replied. "She's burning up and feels dizzy, but is being difficult."

"Hermione, I know those robes are damnably hot, take them off for Merlin's sake! You have on the other dress beneath it, right?" Ginny prodded.

"Ginny, I can't," she weakly protested.

"Harry, can you get her some water?" she asked, turning to her husband. "Hermione, don't make me cut them off of you," Ginny threatened, moving her fingers to the bodice of her dress.

"If I don't get to her first," Lucius snapped. "Hermione, you're being ridiculous. Do you want to pass out again, this time in front of Ginevra's guests?"

Peering up into her best friend and fiancé's exasperated faces, Hermione finally relented.

"Good girl," Ginny said when she allowed Lucius to help her up from the chair. She deftly unfastened the clasps on her robes and pulled them off her body, leaving Hermione in a similar colored, cap sleeved sheath.

"Now isn't that better?" she asked, tossing the robes down into an empty chair, noticing that her friend was now breathing more freely.

Hermione remained silent but nodded her head.

"Thank you, Ginevra," Lucius said as he helped her back into the seat.

Right then Harry reappeared with a cool glass of water and what looked like a small multicolored paper fan.

"I found it in Fred's room," he explained with a shrug, handing the water over.

"Sip it slowly," Ginny urged, taking the fan from Harry and using it to cool off her overheated maid of honor.

The chilled water and cool breeze was a boon to Hermione's sweat dampened skin, and she was soon able to sit up with Lucius' arm behind her.

"Thanks Ginny," she told her. "I'm sorry to be a nuisance."

"Shut your mouth right now," Ginny replied. "I don't want to hear another word of your nonsense."

"Hermione, are you all right?" Molly's shrill voice interrupted, Severus trailing in behind her. "Harry dashed in the house and said you were feeling ill."

"I'm okay now, thank you Mrs. Weasley."

"Are you sure? You can go in and lie down for a bit if you want."

"No, it's okay-"

"Lucius, take her inside. The quiet will do her a bit of good," Molly continued, neatly cutting Hermione off.

"Lucius, no-" she protested.

"Molly's right, now up you go," he countered, easily hoisting her up in both arms.

"Lucius, I can walk you know," she grumbled.

"Shush, you'll do as-"

"Well! What do we have here," a cackling voice cut across the group.

Everyone turned around to see Great-Aunt Muriel standing next to the table. Her dress robes were expensive but lurid, an ugly fur hat that looked like it was made by a Troll perched atop her head.

"Seems as if the little skinny Muggle-born's got herself in a delicate condition! Of course you're unmarried and your wizard is nowhere to be found."

Hermione instantly grew rigid in Lucius' arms. She thought of several nasty things to retort back, not one of them respectful, yet succor came from an unexpected source.

"Leave her alone, Aunt Muriel. Her wizard is the one holding her right now," Ron said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"A Malfoy eh?" Great-Aunt Muriel continued, wildly gesticulating with an empty crystal tumbler. "Well, at least you've got the sense of a goose. He's a pureblood and is wealthy to boot. No matter then. I believe it's time for another drop of brandy."

With that she walked away, the ugly fur hat askew and wobbling unsteadily on her head.

"Sorry about that," Ron mumbled underneath his breath. "Like I always say; she's rude to everyone."

Lucius gave him a curt nod before turning away with his witch in tow. Hermione was still looking at Ron over Lucius' shoulder, a look of total shock on her face.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said to him once they were inside of the house and perched on a sofa. "It seems that whenever we come here, drama ensues."

"Hermione, stop apologizing. None of it is your fault, and besides, that woman was horrid but she is still tame compared to previous members of my family."

"Really?"

"Really. To be honest, I'd expected much worse but the evening proved to be fairly pleasant."

"Yes, but what about those hushed whispers of some of the guests talking about you and Draco? I know you heard them."

"And the cowards still refused to say it to my face; therefore, it is none of my concern."

Hermione was still cradled in Lucius' lap, her face buried in his chest. She'd just closed her eyes when she flinched slightly, grabbing at her stomach.

"What? What is it?" he asked, instantly alarmed.

"I-I think I felt the baby kick," she gasped, pulling at his serpent ringed hand and placing it on her belly. "Wait a second."

The two sat in silence for a while before the little nudge came again.

"Amazing," Lucius said under his breath, tilting his face towards Hermione's and giving her a soft kiss.

The two were still enjoying the silent, shared moment when Ron walked in. His face immediately flushed when he saw Hermione and Lucius sitting in intimate proximity.

"Sorry, I'll just-" he mumbled embarrassedly, turning to walk back out.

Lucius lifted Hermione up slightly, setting her along the couch and standing up. "I'll give you two a minute," he said, pointedly glaring the young man before striding out of the house.

"So," Ron began awkwardly, sitting down across from Hermione who was eyeing him intently. "You're expecting."

"Yes," Hermione replied, automatically placing both hands on her protruding stomach.

"Bloody hell, Hermione," he continued nervously, one hand rubbing the back of his suddenly damp neck. "You know I'm no good at this sort of thing, so I'll just come out with it. I'm sorry for behaving like a complete arse."

"I accept your apology, Ronald."

"And I'm sorry that Lenore was rude to you as well."

"I'm sure you are, but I know that she isn't," Hermione said, with a small laugh. "Speaking of the bint, where is she?"

"We broke up," Ron explained. "I told her she wasn't invited to the wedding and she sort of went mad. It was a bit scary."

"Ronald," Hermione said exasperatedly, shaking her head.

"I don't mind actually. She was a bit annoying. She made Lavender Brown look bearable."

Hermione rolled her eyes thinking about the giggly, blonde witch she'd bumped heads with back at school.

"Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you...for whatever, you know."

"Thank you, Ron. I appreciate that."

"So when did this happen?" he asked, gesturing towards her stomach.

"Five months ago; something that wasn't planned. Just like Lucius and I weren't planned, but it happened and I couldn't be happier."

"Something tells me the feeling is mutual. I got the idea that he'd hex me if I so much as looked at you the wrong way."

Hermione bit back laugh, remembering the scared look on Ron's face the day Lucius stalked up to him and cast threats.

"He's a bit protective is all," she answered.

"That's putting it lightly, don't you think? Anyway, are you feeling all right now? Did you want to go back outside?"

"Yes," Hermione said, taking only a second to think about it. "I'd rather not miss any more of the festivities. What with Ginny's teammates, I might miss something."

"That wild bunch," Ron said in an aggrieved tone, standing up and crossing over to Hermione. "I sometimes forget that Ginny is my little sister when she gets around them. Those girls are mental!"

"They're actually quite fun," Hermione laughed. "Lucius and Severus even admitted so the other night. Now Draco on the other hand..."

'Oh, Ginny's hen party-please, I don't want to know anything."

"Oh Ronald," Hermione snapped. "What are you doing? I'm pregnant, not crippled," she complained when he stooped down to help her off the couch.

"Say what you want," he continued, making Hermione hold onto his arm once she was standing up. "But if anything happens to you while you and I are alone, Lucius will surely make good on his threats. I for one, have no intentions of being walloped with his cane or finding out just which hexes he has in mind."

"It's not a cane; it's a walking stick," Hermione said laughing. "Besides, if Lucius thought that you had ill intentions, he would have never left us alone in the house."

The two went back outside into the evening air. Hermione looked across the yard, finding Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Neville and Seamus surrounding Harry, raucously laughing and most likely taking the mickey at him about something.

"Go on, I'll be fine," Hermione told Ron when he wistfully looked over at his mates.

"I will, once I see Mr. Malfoy," he told her, still not letting go of her arm.

Right then Lucius walked up behind the two, putting an arm around his witch.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," he said with a curt nod before Ron headed in the opposite direction.

"I take it that went well?" Lucius asked.

"Very much so," Hermione replied. "It seems that Ronald is, in fact, able to remove his head from his arse when necessary."

They were on the way back to their seats when Ginny dashed over to Hermione.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked."I saw Ron go in the house after you two had gone in. I don't need to hex him do I?"

"No," Hermione laughed. "I thought I told you to behave!"

"Why should I? This is my day, and I aim to enjoy it," she replied with a wink. "Let's go bother the boys, shall we?"

Lucius told Hermione to go on, that he was going to sit back down with Severus and headed off in the direction of the marquee.

"Where is Luna? I've barely seen her since the ceremony ended," Hermione asked.

Ginny gave a little snort. "Most like off with Ailen still; I have no idea what they have in common but they seemed to have hit it off pretty well."

"Maybe he can teach her how do that thing with his hips," Hermione suggested.

Ginny broke out into peals of laughter, clutching onto her arm. "I think you've been around my Quidditch mates for too long, you're starting to sound like them."

Fred and George immediately snatched Hermione away from their sister once they walked over.

"Say Hermione, do you know if twins run in Malfoy's family?" Fred asked, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

"No, why do you ask?"

"Because maybe you'll have twins. Fancy that, a pair of sporting chaps like Fred and myself," George replied cheerfully.

"Oh no!" she shrieked with laughter, musing over the idea. "One of you is enough, but two? They'd have to send me round to a head doctor at St. Mungo's!"

"We're not that bad, Hermione," Fred replied. "After all, we have to look out for our little nephew."

"Or niece," George added.

"Meaning," Ginny interjected, "that soon as the baby is big enough, they'll teach him or her all the mischievous and disgusting things that they were only too eager to pass onto Ron and I."

Hermione shook her head fervently, then peered up at Fred. "Do I even want to know what that means?"

"You didn't eat anything after going into the house, did you?" Ginny asked. "Some of it is pretty vile, especially that spit thing-"

"Okay! That's enough," Hermione yelled, throwing both hands over her ears. "It took me long enough to get over watching Ron vomit up slug after slug."

"How d'you think I felt?" Ron grumbled, walking over to his brothers. "Ugh, that was disgusting," he continued with an exaggerated shudder.

"It was," Harry agreed, whom was flanked by Seamus and Neville. "But he had to defend Hermione's honor, right?" he added, unable to erase the smirk on his face.

"Speaking of, since when did you and Malfoy junior become so chummy?" Seamus asked, looking at Hermione. Neville and Harry both shot him a scathing glance.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak but was cut off.

"Ever since finding out that she was going to be my new step-mummy," a smooth voice drawled from behind the group.

Everyone turned around to see the younger Malfoy standing with Alyvya on his arm. "Now you wouldn't be trying to cause trouble, would you Finnigan?" Draco asked.

"He'd better not," Ginny practically growled, her hands inching towards her bodice. "Seamus, I know you've been drinking, but I'll have you thrown out on your arse if you upset my best friend."

Fred snickered, and George leaned over to the now shame-faced Seamus. "I think it's best if you just stop talking at this point," he told him in an loud whisper.

"Unless you'd like a Bat-Bogey Hex to go with your Champagne," Fred continued.

"Sorry, Hermione," Seamus mumbled, his face now glowing as he looked from her to the angry looking blonde wizard.

"You're completely pissed. I told you to shut your mouth!" Harry hissed under his breath to his friend.

"No worries, Seamus is going to be a good little wizard, aren't you?" Hermione asked in an ominous tone. "Remember, besides Draco and Lucius, I also have Severus over there whom is sure to be more than willing to-"

She then looked over to where two older wizards were sitting, seeing them both peering intently in their direction.

"No! For the love of Merlin, I'm sorry Hermione!" Seamus nearly cried, seeing the dark looks that Lucius and Severus were throwing him. It hadn't mattered that they were all adults, he was still scared of his former Potions professor.

Everyone had begun snickering when they saw the look of panic on Seamus' face. Alyvya had tried to keep her composure since she was practically a stranger to the group, and ended up burying her face in Draco's shoulder to stifle her laughter.

"Ginny love, where's the loo?" a slightly slurred voice suddenly asked.

Turning around, Ginny saw Adrienne and Janice heavily leaning onto one another.

"Damned Adrienne, it's near my room; have you forgotten that quickly?"

"My, you're quite short, aren't you?" Janice was now saying conversationally to Seamus. She towered over him and was patting his hair as if he was a Pygmy puff. "Would you like to be my pocket wizard?"

Seamus' eyes grew wide at the inebriated witch, causing everyone to howl in amusement. Draco was laughing the hardest, having already been on the receiving end of Janice's advances.

The witch continued fondly smoothing down his hair much like a mum would do to her child until Adrienne grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her away. "You slag!" they heard her yelling as they made their way to the house. "You can come back and play with your pocket bloke later. I've gotta go!"

"Ginny, is anyone safe from your mates?" Alyvya asked between giggles.

"Erm..." she trailed off thoughtfully. "My dad, maybe, but he just thinks they're funny. Neville, did they approach you yet?"

"Yes!" Ron snorted, falling over onto Harry while laughing. "Anna, Trisha and Tabby cornered him off on the dance floor; they wouldn't let him leave until they'd all had a turn."

Neville was blushing furiously, but was unable to keep his mouth from stretching into a wide grin. "It was great," he admitted, all teeth.

"Neville!" Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "You lot are insane. I'm going to sit down."

She'd gotten a few feet away from her friends when Tonks and Remus walked over.

"Remus!" Hermione cried, smiling broadly at her old professor. When she saw that he was warmly smiling back, she leaned in and received a gentle hug. "I'm sorry that I'm only seeing you now; things were a little hectic earlier."

"We know. Ginny said that you weren't feeling earlier," Tonks said. "You're all right now?"

"Yes, I was just too warm in my dress robes and a bit overexcited."

"Well, I have to say, Hermione," Remus continued. "When Tonks told me everything, I was a bit worried, but now that I see you with my own eyes- you're positively glowing."

"I told you so," Tonks smugly replied to her husband. "She's radiant. All right love, we have to go and get Teddy from my parents. I'm going to owl you later this week."

"Okay," Hermione said, hugging her and then Remus again.

Trudging over to the marquee, Hermione unceremoniously plopped down next to Lucius.

"Miss Granger, I'm shocked," Severus drawled, smirking as he brought a glass of firewhiskey up to his lips.

"What?" she asked perplexedly.

"He's talking about you scaring that cocky lad with the brogue," Lucius chuckled.

"Who, Seamus? The little git-serves him right."

"Mister Finnigan always did have a mouth on him," Severus continued, setting down his glass. "It's about time someone put him in his place."

An hour later more guests had begun trickling out. Hermione was ready to return home and crawl into bed, but wanted to see Ginny and Harry off.

By the looks of it, Ginny was ready to leave as well, most likely ready to get her new husband out of his dress robes and into or around the bed.

"Mum!" she said exasperatedly. "We've taken enough pictures; I'm ready to take this dress and these heels off!"

Sensing the need to diffuse the foreboding argument, Hermione got to her feet. "I'll help you, Ginny," she said, walking over to the two redheads.

Alyvya slipped her hand out of Draco's, following in behind. "Me also, if you don't mind."

Ginny shot the two witches a grateful look, picking up the folds of her gown and scampering towards the house.

Alyvya was completely enthralled by the bits and bobs inside of the Burrow, her eyes brightly taking everything in as they cantered up the crooked staircase.

"Thank Merlin!" Ginny burred once she kicked her shoes off. Hermione had just unfastened the back of her dress and helped slip it off her body. "I don't know how I left it on for so long, but whenever I mentioned changing into my other dress Mum's eyes practically screamed in my direction."

"Well, Mrs. Potter, thank you for inviting me and Draco," Alyvya told her.

Ginny smiled at the dark haired witch. "Thanks for coming love, I really enjoyed myself. Oh no, you two have got to hear this!"

She dashed over to lock her bedroom door, and then ran back over to her dresser.

"Can you believe that Mum tried to give me the old sex talk this morning?" she cackled, looking in the mirror and using her wand to charm her stiff updo into looser, cascading waves. "On top of it all, she had the nerve to blush!"

"No Ginny!" Hermione shrieked, clutching onto her stomach and laughing. "What did you tell her?"

"Nothing! I just sat there and listened while trying not to laugh. It wasn't as if I was going to say, 'Don't worry Mum, I've it all covered. Harry and I have been shagging since I left Hogwarts.' She would have died!"

"Ginevra Potter!"

"Yes, I am Mrs. Potter," she replied dreamily. "Now where's my damned traveling dress?"

"Is this it?" Alyvya asked, holding up a length of dark blue silk.

"Yes, thank you," she said. Alyvya walked over to Ginny, carefully slipping the garment over her head. "I don't know where Harry is taking me, but I'm going to run to that Portkey. We'll finally be able to shag in peace."

"Oh for goodness sake, Ginny!"

"Oi, Hermione! Don't give me that! You know we don't have any privacy in this house! By the time I'm done with Harry, they'll be calling him the-boy-who-barely-lived!"

"I'm finished with you," Hermione said. "Where are your bloody shoes? We need to get you out of here before you spontaneously combust."

"Right here!" Ginny chirped, pulling out a brand new pair of black leather flats. Slipping her feet into them, she did a little twirl in place before dashing over to the bedroom door. "Shall we?" she asked with a wide grin.

"You three make enough fuss to wake the dead," a deep, male voice said when they walked out of the bedroom.

"Oh, be quiet Charlie!" Ginny laughed, lightly slapping her brother on the arm. "Help Hermione down the steps."

'Here we go again,' she ruefully thought. Looking up at the redhead wizard whom ruefully grinned back at her, Charlie offered his arm.

Once they were back downstairs and outside, Molly immediately ran over to her daughter and began fussing over her hair. Ginny quietly bore her mum's attentions, turning her head away from Molly's face. She caught Harry's eyes and rolled hers, shaking her head slightly.

Harry had also changed his clothes and was waiting outside for his wife. Molly seemed intent on picking and preening at her daughter until she deemed her suitable. Arthur finally intervened, prying his wife's fingers away from their daughter.

"Molly, the kids are ready to go," he chided gently, steering Ginny towards Harry with a wink.

"I didn't think it would be this hard!" she said in a wavering voice, conjuring a white hanky and dabbing at her eyes.

"Mum!" Ginny said, running back over to her mother and hugging her. "You act as if I'm moving out of the country. Besides, you have Fred, George and Ron still here."

"Yeah, Mum. You have us," George said, him and his brother each throwing an arm around their mother.

"Oh, you two!" she scoffed, hugging them back. "All right then, Harry I want my hug before you go."

Harry squeezed Molly tightly, moving onto Arthur and shaking his hand. Finally making their rounds with the rest of family and remaining guests, the newlyweds walked out to the open area where their Portkey lie. Holding hands, they touched it and soon disappeared.

"You also look as if you're ready to leave," Lucius said in Hermione's ear, sliding his arm around her waist.

"I am," she said, putting a hand up to her mouth when a yawn came out. "I'll make our exit a short one; I positively cannot stand another minute."

As planned, Hermione hugged her extended family with Lucius by her side as they bid everyone goodnight. She, Lucius, Draco and Alyvya then started towards the Apparition point.

"Where's Severus?" she asked, suddenly noticing his absence.

"He left already, but told me to tell you goodnight."

"Sounds good," she yawned again, clutching onto his arm, waiting for the pull of Apparition to take hold.
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