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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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Lucius made good on Hermione's request that morning. They were both lying on their sides, her back pressed into his chest. Hermione stirred awake when she felt his erection grazing her behind, and without opening her eyes, shifted her legs to allow him entry. Slowly, tenderly, Lucius took her from behind, until they were both trembling against one another with release.

"Now that's what I call a good morning," Hermione sighed once they were done. Although Lucius' erection had subsided, he was still planted inside of her body, his arm draped over her while his fingertips caressed her breasts and stomach.

"I won't have you claiming that I've left you in a needy state," he replied, laughing huskily when her little foot reached over to nudge his. Withdrawing from his wife's warm body, Lucius sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "Damn," he swore under his breath.

"What?" Hermione asked, turning around to see the disgruntled blond wizard. His hair was tangled and ruffled all over his head, as a result of falling asleep when it was still damp. "Would you like me to comb it for you?" she sniggered, unable to keep the laughter out of her voice.

"Oh, do you think it's funny, Madam Malfoy?" he asked. "You should see your own hair."

"My hair always looks like this in the morning," Hermione chortled. "Whereas you always appear to have a straightening charm on yours. Don't worry about it. Where's your comb?"

"It'll take me a second to sort out with my wand," Lucius replied, still trying to finger-comb the knots out.

"But I enjoy combing your hair, and you like it as well," she remarked. "So get your comb. Wait a minute; I need to use the loo first."

Lucius smirked as Hermione darted up from the bed, still completely nude and baby bump leading first as she made her way to the lavatory. Hermione was in the bathroom all of five minutes when Lucius heard her groan despairingly.

"What's wrong?" Lucius asked, walking over to the bathroom and pausing in the doorway. Hermione was still naked, standing in front of the large vanity mirror, now using her fingers to pick out the knots firmly embedded in her curls. Lucius began laughing, only for his mate to throw a withering glance in his direction. "Weren't you the one to say that your hair always looks like that in the morning?"

"Sod off, Lucius." Hermione gave up fumbling around with her hair and walked over to Lucius, slipping her arms around his waist and pressing a kiss onto his bare chest. "You know, I just realized that we came here without a trunk. Or perhaps it was your intention to keep me naked for the remainder of our honeymoon?"

"As enticing as that sounds," he began, snaking one arm around Hermione's waist, his fingers softly digging into her behind, "everything you need is already here. I didn't get a chance to show you as we were a bit preoccupied last night."

"Just a bit," Hermione smiled, standing up on tiptoe to kiss the towering, still tousled haired blond. "All right, let's see what you have. Hmm, now that I think about it, something tells me Ginny had a hand in this."

Lucius shot Hermione a knowing smirk, but remained silent.

Half an hour later, Lucius and Hermione were showered, dressed and taking breakfast on their vast balcony. Just as she had suspected, her closet was filled with garments that she'd never seen before, as well as a plethora of slinky peignoir sets.

Between bites of her meal, Hermione kept peering out over the balcony in awe of the view. Lucius, on the other hand, was more engaged with the swells of Hermione's breasts, jutting forth over the slightly low neckline of her dress with her every movement.

"Why don't you come back over here?" he suggested, when Hermione had jumped up from her seat for the fourth time, smiling and eagerly peering down over the balcony.

"Is that a swimming pool?" she asked, craning her neck to the right.

"I believe so," Lucius answered distractedly, now becoming alarmed at Hermione's position over the curved bricks. "Come back, love. I'll take you down so long as you back away from the edge."

Hermione frowned slightly but moved away, sitting back down across from Lucius. "It wasn't as if I was going to fall," she replied. "And I don't think my belly is big enough to tip me over just yet."

"Either way, I'd prefer it if you stood further away from the high landing place."

Rolling her eyes at her husband's over-protectiveness, Hermione knew it was pointless to extend the debate. "I don't suppose you've had a bathing suit packed for me."

"I'm sure there's something suitable in your closet," Lucius replied, his mouth curving up into a lascivious grin. "Or you can always go completely starkers; there's no one to see you, and I assure you that I won't mind."

"That's because you're fresh!"

Eager to continue taunting his wife, Lucius suggestively waggled both eyebrows, earning a peal of laughter from Hermione.

There was in fact more than a few bathing suits packed among Hermione's things. Pouring herself into the strapless, stretchy pale green material, Hermione found its matching sarong and tied it around her hips. She was eager as a small child, and kept telling Lucius to hurry up before she went down without him.

"After all that fuss, are you really just going to stick your toes in?" Lucius now asked, one eyebrow arched as he watched Hermione cautiously settle down on the pool steps, immersing only her feet into the tepid water.

"Well, you don't expect me to just jump right in, do you?" she shot back. Casting Hermione a wry look, Lucius neatly dived into the water, swimming to the opposite end and then back over to her. "Show off," she muttered, grinning at the sight of his soaking wet, dark blond hair clinging to his cheeks.

"It's not as if I expect you to follow suit, but I did think you'd be inclined to wet more than just your ankles," he replied, sweeping his wet hair back away from his face.

"Oh, you," Hermione scoffed, standing up and walking down the wide steps, immersing her body up to her shoulders. "Satisfied?"

"Hmm," Lucius murmured, slipping one arm around her waist, using the other hand to peel down the top of Hermione's swimsuit, exposing her breasts. "Now I am," he grinned, using both hands to cup the ample orbs.

Giggling when his warm mouth came down over one nipple, Hermione wrapped her arms around Lucius's neck. "Stop that!" she hissed when his fingers slipped back to her swimsuit, trying to pull it down further.

"Hermione, don't tell me that you've suddenly become shy," Lucius smirked. "Not after we've graced nearly every room and surface of the manor."

"Yes, but now we're out in the open!" she hissed, tugging her swimsuit back over her breasts. "I don't want anyone walking up on us."

"Now you're just being silly. Never mind the wards surrounding the house, but just who do you think is going to arbitrarily happen upon my property? Even the house-elves won't come out unless we summon them."

"Either way," Hermione chided, her right hand moving beneath the water to pause at the bulge pressing against the front of her husband's black bathing costume, "You'll have to wait until we get out of the pool."

"As you wish, Madam," Lucius drawled, eliciting a loud yelp from Hermione when he suddenly hooked one arm beneath her knees and swept her off her feet. "But we will make up for it later on."

"I'd expect nothing less, Lucius," Hermione laughed, circling her arms around his neck as he drew her further into the water.

The two were in and out of the pool until Hermione announced that she was hungry. Wrapped in white fluffy, oversized towels, Lucius and Hermione sat beneath the shaded deck, and were served lunch by two house-elves.

"I think I need a nap now," Hermione yawned once her plate was clear, pushing it to the center of the table and settling back in her chair. She was in the middle of running one hand over her protruding belly when she paused. "Apparently this child of yours is against my idea of having some kip."

"Kicking again?"

"Yes," she answered, pressing her palm against her right side. "Any lower and he'll be-" Cutting her words short, Hermione pushed the chair back and used the edge of the table to support herself. "Great. Now I need the loo."

Lucius had also gotten up from the table, coming around to help Hermione up. "Not so fast," he chided, when she hastily walked in front of him.

Scoffing loudly, Hermione began ambling up the narrow stone staircase. "It's a shame we can't Apparate up," she commented, begrudgingly holding onto Lucius' forearm as they slowly ascended.

"You know it's too risky for you to Apparate anywhere in your condition," he frowned, "and slow down."

"When you become pregnant and have a baby pressing down on your bladder, I'd love to see you taking your time to get to the loo," Hermione snapped, "but if I walk any slower, I'm going to wet myself!" Lucius took that opportunity to easily hoist his wife up into his arms, effectively ending her bickering. "Do you always intend to cart me around as if I weigh no more than your walking stick?" she grumbled once they were back in their bedroom.

"As long as the ends justify the means, yes," Lucius replied, setting Hermione down on her feet at the doorway of the lavatory. She shot him a derisive look while tugging her bathing costume off; nearly sighing with relief once she was inside.

Chuckling to himself, Lucius went to sit down on the chaise. He was in the middle of thinking back to their early morning activities when Hermione called out to him from the lavatory. "Yes, love?"

"I'm not tired anymore. I'm hungry."

"Hungry-how are you hungry and we've just finished lunch?"

"That was a proper meal- I want something sweet," she replied as if Lucius should have already known.

"Do you want me to have a house-elf bring up some sort of pudding?" he asked, knowing that it was futile to make any further protest.

"No, I want to go down to the kitchen myself." Silence ensued, following by the sound of flushing and then water running. Once Hermione finished washing her hands, she walked out of the lavatory, readjusting her bathing costume. "We haven't seen the house since last night, and I want to have a quick gander around."

"Good lord, Hermione. First you're tired, and then you're hungry, now you want to go gallivanting about? Why don't you just lie down for a bit?"

"First off, I'm seven going on eight months pregnant with your child; therefore, I have the right to be indecisive. Secondly, I told you, I don't want to lie down-I'd prefer a walk right now."

"All right, Hermione. Before you take out your wand and geld me, we'll go for your walk. But I'm warning you; this house isn't small and it's going to take some time just to get to the other side."

"Of course it isn't small, Lucius," Hermione sarcastically replied. "When has any Malfoy owned something that wasn't grandiose?"

"Cheeky little," Lucius growled, bending his head to playfully nip at Hermione's ear. "Never, to answer your question. Now come along. I expect we'll be able to find our way back before dinner."

Admittedly, it had taken longer than Hermione anticipated for the two to cover the vast property. She nearly forgot about the need to fulfill her sweet tooth once they'd found the library. Finally tearing herself away from the proverbial bibliophile's fantasy, Hermione tucked one of the small tomes beneath her arm, holding onto Lucius' hand as they made their way out of the room.

Once they reached the kitchen, Hermione attempted to open the fridge, causing the house-elves to look at her with wide-eyed interest. Lucius made Hermione sit down, causing her to complain, but the house-elves had been only too happy to pull out an array of puddings and sweets when the blond wizard asked for them. Hermione happily devoured one serving each of the three different desserts at the counter, sighing contentedly when she was finished. "Now, I definitely need a nap," she said, wiping her lips on a napkin and climbing down off the stool.

Following Lucius back out into the hallway, Hermione frowned when she noticed him walking in the opposite direction. "No, darling, we came that way," she said, pointing at the wide set of steps to their right.

"I'm pretty sure it was the other way," Lucius averred, clasping onto Hermione's hand, still making his way to his original destination.

"No, Lucius, remember we had to pass that ugly-arsed painting to get to the kitchens," Hermione protested, ignoring the portrait's image that was now sneering at her.

"Hermione, I think you're befuddled from the half stone's weight of sweets you've just inhaled."

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say, as Hermione threw Lucius' hand away from hers and angrily stomped across the hallway. "Lucius Malfoy, I'm telling you that that is the wrong way. Now my feet hurt and I have to pee again, and I refuse to stand here arguing with you. My sense of direction is just fine, so if you choose to stand here all night, then be my guest." With that she turned sharply on her heel and began ambling up the steps.

Lucius was floored by Hermione's snappish behavior, but he silently followed her up the staircase. He realized that she was been right; he had been about to lead them in the wrong direction. Once the two were back in their bedroom, Hermione flopped down in the armchair, casting a sour look at her husband.

"Are you going to continue glowering? Or perhaps you'll allow me to rub your feet?" Lucius asked, dragging the ottoman across from the armchair to sit down in front of Hermione.

Unable to hold her straight face, Hermione allowed her mate to lift her leg up by the ankle and place her foot on his lap. "Whatever it takes to keep you from snapping at me," Lucius teasingly replied, pressing the pads of both thumbs into her arch. "How does that feel?"

"That feels wonderful," she admitted, sinking back into the leather armchair. "Can we go out tomorrow? I'd like to have a look around the town."

"Why does something tell me that we're going to end up scouring the streets for every known book shop?" Lucius good-naturedly asked.

"Very funny, Lucius," Hermione jibed. "There are other things besides books; anyway, I'd like to look for some baby clothes."

Lucius feigned a look of astonishment and paused to press one hand against Hermione's forehead. "Are you feeling all right, love? Is this my Hermione whom just admitted that she wanted to shop for something other than books?"

"I'd kick you if you weren't holding onto my feet," she threatened, attempting to free her ankles from Lucius' other hand.

"I remember Ginevra telling you to be nice to me," he replied, now moving to massage her calves.

"Well, Ginny isn't here, is she?"

"What if I sent her an owl, describing in great detail about how you're being surly to your loving husband?"

"What if I use a denuding spell on your head while you're sleeping?"

"All right, my snappish little witch- you win. I draw the line at a bald head."

Hermione ran both hands over her rounded belly, smugly looking down at Lucius. "Merlin forbid you don't have something to tie a ribbon around," she grinned with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Then again, there are always other appendages I could make use of."

"I hope you're talking about my finger," Lucius drawled, quirking one eyebrow up at his tittering wife. "Because you should quickly banish the notion of tying anything around my bits."

"Not even a pretty blue satin ribbon?" Hermione pressed, chortling at the scathing look on her husband's face. "It would go so well with your dark blond hair." Smiling because she was sure that Lucius knew she was talking about another patch of hair on his body, Hermione fell limply against the side of the armchair, lost in a fit of giggles.

"Enough of that, Madam Malfoy," he interrupted, helping an amused Hermione up from the armchair and tugging her down onto the bed with him. "So I was thinking that we would go out for dinner tonight. And yes, that would require that you wear actual clothes."

Hermione was pressed against Lucius' side, and nudged his leg with her foot. "Keep it up, I'm going to hide your walking stick. Speaking of which, it's odd seeing you go without it today."

"Well, I hardly saw the need to bring it out to the garden. Besides, I've had my wand on hand the entire time."

"Yes, I know," Hermione replied, idly tracing her fingertips against her husband's bare torso, "but I'm not concerned with that wand right now."

Lucius turned his head, smirking at the suggestive comment. "Is that so?" he purred, letting out a deep groan when her little hand moved lower. Murmuring her approval when Lucius' slender fingers began pulling down the top of her bathing suit, Hermione knelt up on the bed, letting him pull it completely off her body. "Perhaps you'll indulge me as to which wand you are concerned with."

"Perhaps," Hermione lightly replied, pulling Lucius towards her for a kiss.

The two spent the remainder of their honeymoon making love in various places of the house, or merely sitting in each other's company. During the day they went out to shop or dine, and as expected, Hermione managed to find no fewer than five bookshops.

One particularly sunny afternoon, the two were out for their afternoon stroll when Hermione claimed that she felt too warm, and stopped to take off her light shawl. She'd worn a simple but expensive cream-colored strapless sundress, the slightly low cut garment doing little to conceal her bust. A few passing men made it known that they were ogling the petite witch's bosom, only to meet the glare of an incensed looking blond wizard. Hermione's attention was directed elsewhere and she was completely oblivious to the exchanged.

"Lucius, look!" she exclaimed, looking across from where they were standing.

Lucius was in a snappish mood, still preoccupied with convincing himself to not withdraw his wand. He apparently was taking too long to ask Hermione what it was that she was pointing out, because she let go of his hand and ambled across the cobblestone walkway.

Rushing over to his wife, Lucius found Hermione with her nose and baby bump pressed against the glass window of a shop. She was grinning with delight, and instantly went inside, forgetting about Lucius and leaving him outside.

"Hermione, what are you-" he broke off, peering over Hermione's shoulder to find her holding a baby blue knit romper suit.

"This is so adorable!" she cooed, tracing one finger over the little round collar. "I wonder if there's a hat to match."

Lucius stood next to Hermione as she continued to pore over more of the miniature clothing, until a well-dressed, older woman with neatly coiffed hair glided over towards them. She smiled warmly at Hermione and took the blue romper from her hands, placed it back down on the table and picked up a white lace dress. The woman then handed Hermione the dress, murmuring something in French before walking away.

"Now that is interesting," Hermione chuckled, appraising the lace hem of the dress. "She says I don't need a boy's outfit; I need a little girl's."

"I know what she said," Lucius replied with a contemplative look on his face.

Hermione arched an eyebrow. "You speak French? I didn't know that."

"I speak and understand it enough for my business meetings," he elaborated. "So you're to give me a daughter and not a son," Lucius continued with an unfathomable glint in his grey eyes.

"Well, she didn't hand me two dresses, so I guess it's safe to say that I'm only carrying one little witch. Fred and George are going to be disappointed."

"Something tells me those two worked their mother's fingers to the bone," Lucius commented, watching as Hermione continued picking up dainty, little girls' items.

"That's putting it mildly," Hermione replied, moving to the other side of the table. "I'm surprised Molly didn't pull her hair out. Back at school they were always up to something - doubly when we were off for the summer hols."

"I'm sure they were a damn sight better than those two dolts Draco used to go around with," Lucius grumbled, remembering the many occasions that Crabbe and Goyle had visited the manor, always managing to drop or break something.

Hermione laughed, knowing that Lucius was talking about Crabbe and Goyle. "They were rather thick-headed," she admitted. "Have I never told you about the time I slipped them a sleeping draught?"

Lucius raised an eyebrow, looking at his wife with avid interest. "No, you haven't," he drawled. "Please, go on."

Grinning mischievously, Hermione launched into the anecdote that happened during her second year at Hogwarts.

Hermione's arms had soon grown weighted beneath the growing stack of baby clothes, until the shop owner cheerfully relieved her of her burden. Once the bill was settled and everything had been sent back to the house, the two continued on with their excursion. They had eaten dinner in a restaurant that overlooked the ocean, watching the sunset turning the sky different colors until a muted blue settled in.

Upon returning to the villa, Hermione decided that she wanted to stay outside a bit longer, but complained about her aching feet. Lucius then gallantly swept her up into his arms, leading her around to the other side of the house, a self-standing double hammock gently swaying in the breeze coming into view. Wriggling out of his arms, Hermione happily settled down into the hammock, urging Lucius to lie next to her.

"This is wonderful," Hermione sighed, snuggling into the warmth of Lucius' arms. "I think I'd be able to fall asleep out here."

"It's possible," Lucius replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "This is more pleasant than I'd anticipated."

"Have you never been in a hammock? Oh, well, I suppose not," Hermione continued. "My mum had a friend that kept a hammock on her garden. I loved laying on it whenever we visited. Dad had to pry me away from it time go to home."

Lucius chuckled as he imagined Hermione as a child, when another thought took over. "Have you thought about any names for our little one?"

"I have," she admitted, falling silent for a second. "And I've disliked them all. Honestly, I'm drawing a blank."

"Perhaps you should think about where she was conceived. Maybe that will spark some ideas."

"We are not naming our baby 'solarium'," Hermione laughed."Although...you can see the stars from there. Is that how you came up with Draco's name?"

"Draconis-dragon. Cissy was the one that came up with his name, and it fitted him perfectly."

"No kidding-a fire-breathing, hell raising dragon. We need to find a soft name for our daughter, one that connotes her not sending me into a fit of insanity every other minute."

Smiling into Hermione's hair, Lucius spanned her protruding belly with his palm. "She's still right now."

"Don't jinx it, Lucius," Hermione chided. "You say that now, and she'll be up all night; kicking me and refusing to let me sleep."

"That's because you're so quite," he replied. "Perhaps if you talked to her, she'd stay put."

"I hope you aren't surprised when I wake you up at three in the morning, because I fully intend on making you eat those words."

"Wake me up. I won't mind," Lucius retorted.

"I'm telling you, Lucius, I'm going to hold you to that," Hermione challenged, giggling when he shifted in the hammock, bending his head to kiss her stomach.

"As you wish, Madam Malfoy," he drawled, planting a kiss on lips. "You're shivering. Are you ready to go inside now?"

"All right," she answered, halting her movements when Lucius motioned for her to stay still. "Lucius, I can get out of this hammock on my own, you know."

"Forgive me if your words are falling upon deaf ears," he said, having already climbed out of the hammock and now extending his arms to assist his wife in following suit.

Clutching onto his forearms, Hermione eased down onto her feet, petulantly looking up at her mate. "I keep forgetting that it's futile to debate you."

Lucius gave Hermione a knowing smirk as they made their way across the garden and into the house.

Hermione and Lucius shared a bath, promptly falling into bed afterwards. Lucius had no trouble falling asleep, and had done so with one arm curled protectively around his wife. Hermione, on the other hand, was having a hard time getting comfortable.

She twisted and turned around in bed, never disturbing her lightly snoring bed partner in the process. Feeling a bit stifled beneath the duvet, Hermione kicked it off her body, piling the bedclothes over her husband. Lucius never noticed the extra weight, and went on sleeping soundly. He only jerked slightly when Hermione slipped from beneath his too warm limb, to sit up in bed.

Sighing heavily as she reclined back against the headboard, Hermione rubbed both hands over her belly, unable to ignore the now actively moving baby. "I should wake up your daddy," she whispered into the dark, hoping that the little one would become still.

When a more solid kick was delivered to her side, Hermione got out of bed and walked over to the large bay windows. Grateful for the padded sill of the large bay windows, Hermione shoved a small pillow behind her back and leaned against the wall, her legs stretched out in front of her.

"Come on love, let's go back to sleep," she urged, running a hand over her moving tummy. When her daughter refused to be placated, Hermione gave another sigh and took to staring out the window. Fifteen minutes later, she was so entranced with the sight of the moon's reflection on the water that almost missed Lucius was standing next to her.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked, running a hand through her hair.

"Your child won't let me sleep, that's what," she remarked tiredly, nuzzling her face against his bare, heated torso. "This is your fault. I even thought about waking you but decided against it."

"You should have," Lucius chided, pressing one hand against her abdomen, his grey eyes going wide when he felt the pressure moving beneath it. "No wonder you were unable to sleep."

"Yes, and now it's your job to convince her to settle down." Hermione looked up at Lucius, appreciatively eyeing the way the moonlight graced his features. His pale blond hair was loose and hanging down to his broad shoulders, and as always, he'd only put on a soft pair of pajama bottoms to sleep in. "Either I'm a besotted fool," she said wryly, peering down at his bare feet, "but you do look damnably tempting standing there like that."

"And you look like an enchantress in the moonlight," he replied, tilting Hermione's head forward and kissing the nape of her neck. "Come back to bed. I'll help you sleep."

"How do you intend on doing so?" she asked, taking Lucius' offered hand and moving from her spot in the window.

"Would you like to be rocked to sleep?" he shot back with a lascivious grin. Hermione frowned and then scoffed, knowing just what part of her body he was willing to rock. "Later perhaps, but I do want to show you something else."

Lying back down on the bed, Hermione watched as Lucius pulled his wand from beneath his pillow, flicking it at the window and drawing the heavy draperies shut. Moving around in pitch black, his hands urged Hermione's satin gown up, until cool air hit her exposed thighs and stomach.

"What are you doing?" she asked interestedly, now feeling the tip of Lucius' wand grazing the swell of her abdomen.

"Wait and see," he murmured, chanting an unfamiliar spell underneath his breath. "All right, give it a moment but keeping looking down." Placing his wand back under the pillow, Lucius propped his head up on one arm.

Hermione did as Lucius suggested, giving a surprised gasp when she felt her baby kicking again, at the same time a faint green light appearing on her side. "What? How?" she stammered, watching as the flicker of light steadily grew brighter before fading into nothing.

"Can you see?" Lucius asked, tracing a fingertip over the glowing area. "Keep looking." The two fell silent, waiting for their daughter to move again. "Do you see the outline of her foot?" he pointed out, gesturing to the minuscule, glowing footprint.

Hermione was unable to make out the distorted shape for a moment, until the two little limbs insistently pressed against her skin. "Yes, I can't believe it!" she murmured excitedly. "How do you know that spell?"

"I learned it from a Mediwitch when Narcissa was carrying Draco," he answered, following his daughter's kicking with one hand.

"You just taught me something new," Hermione softly replied, placing her hand over Lucius'. "How long does the charm last for?"

"About thirty minutes, if I remember correctly," Lucius answered, intently focused on the faint thuds beneath his palm. "If you haven't fallen asleep by then, I'll recast it."

"I don't think this child is going to go sleep anytime soon; which means that neither will I." Hermione felt the mattress dip beneath her as Lucius moved closer, his lips descending upon her belly. He then proceeded to talk to her shifting stomach, using a soft tone that Hermione was unable to understand. "What are you doing?" she asked, peering down at his lips that were a few inches away from the glowing area.

"I told her to be a good little girl and let her mummy sleep," he replied, planting a kiss on her skin. "Shall I continue until she settles down?"

"If you think it will work," Hermione answered with a loud yawn. Settling down on a pillow, Hermione listened as Lucius continued murmuring to her belly in a hushed voice, her mouth gaping open with astonishment when the baby's somersaults finally stilled. "I don't believe it. It worked."

"I know," Lucius smugly offered, stretching out alongside Hermione and encircling one arm around her waist.

Scoffing lightly, Hermione shook her head. "Honestly, Lucius," she retorted, breathlessly sighing when his fingertips began tracing her still exposed side. "I suppose I should be used to your cockiness by now."

"Some would call it confidence."

"Only if their last name is Malfoy."

"Might I remind you that your last name is now Malfoy?"

"Oh, shut up."

Lucius chuckled, entangling his long legs with Hermione's. "Whatever you say, Madam Malfoy."

"Good-night, Lucius."

"Good-night, Hermione," he replied, his hand now still and protectively spanned over her belly.

"So Hermione, how was your honeymoon?" Ginny asked as she lifted a steaming mug of tea to her lips. It was a week later and Hermione, Ginny, and Harry were visiting the Burrow at Molly's behest, after the matriarch fussed at them to come by for dinner.

Smiling to herself, Hermione thought back to the week she spent her husband, feeling slightly bereft at how it had seemed to pass too quickly for her liking. "It was lovely," she vaguely replied, fighting back a wide grin at the pleasant memories.

"I can't believe that you've been together all this time, married even, and you still blush when you think about-" Ginny chortled, her words cut short when Molly bustled over to place a tray of biscuits down on the table.

"Hermione, why didn't Lucius come with you?" she queried with a slight frown. "He's perfectly welcome here, you know."

"Lucius sends his regards, Molly," Hermione told her. "He and Draco had a few meetings to attend, and said that they would most likely run late."

"Hmph," she sniffed, sneaking a biscuit and wiping her hands on a dishcloth. "Well, I suppose he can manage on his own..." Molly trailed off before going back to the kitchen.

Hermione looked over at Ginny, whom merely rolled her eyes, shooting back a look that plainly said to ignore her Mum. "Speaking of husbands, I wonder where yours has disappeared to," Hermione pondered.

"Fred and George mentioned something about prototypes and modification to brooms," Ginny told her. "So my guess is, they're out playing Quidditch in the garden." No sooner than the words fell from Ginny's lips, did a pair of brooms whoosh past the kitchen window, slightly rattling the house. "See? What did I tell you?"

Molly had apparently also noticed the kerfuffle, and immediately bustled over to the back door, shrilly yelling at the four hovering midair. "WILL YOU FOUR COME BACK INSIDE! WE'RE MEANT TO BE HAVING A NICE, QUIET DINNER, NOT A FREE-FOR-ALL ON BROOMSTICKS!"

Ron flew marginally closer, and yelled something unintelligible to his mother. Hermione and Ginny were unable to hear them, but obviously his response hadn't pleased Molly in the least. "RONALD WEASLEY! YOU GET OFF THAT BROOM THIS INSTANT! FRED! GEORGE! HARRY! THAT GOES FOR YOU THREE AS WELL! NOW COME INSIDE SO WE CAN SERVE THE AFTERS!"

Arthur had just walked back into the kitchen when he saw his wife yelling at their progeny. Accustomed to her outbursts, he gave Molly a brief smile before sitting down at the table with the two girls. Hermione was resisting the urge to cover her ears, feeling the onset of a headache from Molly's piercing voice. Ginny had learned to tune it out since childhood and was engrossed with talking to her dad.

Harry had apparently found an old handheld vacuum, which he'd brought for Arthur to add to his collection. Since Harry was out playing Quidditch with the others, Arthur used the opportunity to ask Ginny if they had any more bits and bobs lying about, all the while making sure that his wife didn't overhear the request.

"Well, Dad, I'll look," Ginny said, "but I'm not even sure where Harry-" Right then Harry, Fred, George, and Ron were walking inside of the house, engaged in loud, excited chatter.

"Really! The four of you ought to be ashamed of yourselves; flying around out there as if you're children," Molly chastised, directing them to wash their hands before sitting down. "What if one of you had fallen? You aren't getting any younger, you know."

"Mum, have you forgotten that we've all played Quidditch back at Hogwarts?" Fred pointed out, whilst his twin grinned cheekily back at their mother. "The only thing we'd have to worry about is if old Ronniekins can't still dodge a Bludger."

"Shut up," Ron grumbled, giving his brother a shove. "Me and Harry would've beaten you two, if you hadn't cheated so much!"

"C'mon, Ron, don't be a sore loser," George enthused. "Besides; we can always have a rematch."

Harry stood by Ron, laughing at the entire exchange until Molly fussed at them again. "That's enough of that! Now sit down; Harry's thoughtfully made a lovely apple crumble and it would be rude to waste."

"Since when do you bake, Harry?" Ron asked, nudging him in the side with his elbow.

"I'm no stranger to the kitchen," Harry began. "But Ginny's been teaching me a few things." With that comment it was only natural for Fred and George to shoot Harry a knowing look, to which his eyebrows shot up as his face reddened.

"Oh, sod off you two!" Ginny chirped, attempting to kick either of the twins beneath the table. She couldn't believe that they would boldly allude to such a thing in front of their parents. Molly instantly caught on to their slick look and reached over to cuff them both around the head, while Arthur remained oblivious. "Dad, if I murder Fred and George, would you hold it against me?"

"Ginny!" Molly scolded, frowning at her daughter as she began distributing dessert plates.

"What?" she shot back, as if her request was completely normal.

Molly shook her head as she put Harry's apple crumble on the table, along with two of her own homemade puddings.

"Say, Georgie, you wouldn't happen to have a bezoar in your pocket in case Harry's decided to poison us, would you?"

"I might have one, but if he does poison us, we'll have to flip for it."

"Shut it!" Ginny snapped, although her voice was laced with mirth. "Stop talking about my husband like that. And you two are ones to talk. How soon we forget about those toffees you gave everyone back at school. Poor Neville was-"

"Right right, right Ginny," Fred hastily cut in, furtively glancing at Molly whom narrowed her eyes back at him and George. "Let bygones be bygones and all that."

With a smug look on her face, Ginny winked at her husband and Hermione, both of whom were laughing uproariously.

"Well, I know my best friend wouldn't poison me, so I'll take a nice, big slice," Ron said, holding out his plate. "Err, Ginny, you did watch him make this...right?"

Harry glowered across the table at a chuckling Ron. "Yes, she watched me make it, and no, it won't kill you," he promised. "Today, at least. I can't make any future promises."

"You two are insane," Hermione giggled, settling back down with her own slice. "But this really does look good Harry. I'm impressed.

"Thank you, Hermione," Harry replied with a crooked smile. "It's nice to know that I can count on you, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley for the vote of confidence."

"What about me?" Mr. Weasley jested.

"You as well," Harry grinned.

"Say, mate, this really is good," Ron mumbled around a mouthful of the crumble. "It's better than I'd have expected."

"Well, what did you expect, Ron?" Ginny queried. "I mean, how hard is it to ruin an apple crumble? It's just apples, sugar..."

"Oi, Hermione, it's not that bad," George piped in, looking across the table to see her wide-eyed expression. "Harry is a fair cook, I'd say. Right, Fred?"

"Right, George."

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked confusedly. "I thought I did pretty well for my first try."

"It's not that," she uttered between clenched teeth, tossing down her napkin and pushing back away from the table. "Ow, ow ow," she hissed, fervently clutching onto her stomach as strong waves of pain radiated through it.

"What-oh my goodness- Hermione!" Molly shrieked, jumping up from the table and upsetting her chair. Arthur caught its back midair as his wife scampered around the table.

"I'm not due for another month," she bit out, trying to breathe through the pain. "Can someone owl Lucius?"

"I'll go," Arthur calmly replied, getting up from the table. Molly and Ginny both helped Hermione up from the kitchen table, leading her to the sofa in the front room.

"Put your legs up, dear," Molly said, urging Hermione to lie back. "No, Hermione, you should sit!" she continued to fuss when Hermione moved to get back off the sofa.

"No, Molly, I need to move," she groaned, feeling another sharp pain shooting from her lower abdomen and settling between her legs. Hermione knew that Molly meant well, but at the moment her shrill voice was merely grating her nerves, and she wished that she would be quiet, even if for just a moment. Letting out another low cry, Hermione crouched over, one hand tightly pressed on her stomach.

When she got a moment's reprieve, Hermione looked up, finding Ron, Harry, Fred, and George warily eyeing her. If she wasn't in so much pain, she might have laughed at their deer-caught- in-headlights visages. Realizing that Ginny was still next to her, Hermione turned her head and managed a watery smile. "Your husband looks positively frightened," she managed to get out before another pain rendered her speechless.

Ginny turned around to look at Harry, biting to lip to keep from laughing when she saw his widened green eyes. "Harry, love, go sit down," she urged, trying to snap him back to attention. "Actually, why don't the four of you go back outside? It sounded as if you weren't done with your game."

"All right," Ron warily replied, eyeing Hermione as if he expected her to deliver the baby right there in the front room. "We'll, err, be around if you need us." Three redheads and one black haired wizard clambered back outside, eager to get away from the situation that clearly made them uncomfortable.

"Thank you," Hermione told Ginny once they had all gone. "I know they can't help it, but it's a bit nerve-wracking having them stare at me like that."

"Lucius will be coming by Floo any minute now," Arthur announced as he walked into the front room. "He said that he's sent an owl to his Healer."

"Why doesn't he just meet us as St. Mungos?" Molly interjected frowning up at her husband.

"The Malfoys have their own Healer," Hermione told her, gasping when her belly tightened again. "She'll go wherever Lucius needs."

"Arthur, help Hermione up so we can get her to the hearth-"Molly cut across, ignoring what Hermione had just told her. Thankfully a soft whoosh was heard from across the room, a few seconds afterwards Lucius and Healer Lora purposefully striding across the room.

"Hermione, what happened?" he asked without preamble, ignoring everyone and stooping down next to Hermione, barely noticing the way he roughly dropped his walking stick to the floor.

"We were having dinner when my stomach began hurting," she explained, watching as Lora brusquely motioned for Lucius to move out of her way.

"Where do you feel pain?" she asked, pressing a hand against her stomach.

"Right here," Hermione winced, gesturing to the area below her navel. Although Lora was gently probing the area, her touch was enough to make Hermione flinch.

"I think this is just a false alarm, but to be on the safe side I need to examine you," the Healer said, standing up. "Can you walk?"

"I've got her," Lucius assured before Hermione was able to answer. Ignoring the little witch shooting him a scathing look, Lucius easily hefted Hermione up into his arms.

"You can go upstairs if you need to!" Molly told them, leaving her husband's side. "We have plenty of rooms-"

Ginny and Hermione were both about to protest when Arthur spoke first. "Molly, Hermione is in capable hands between Lucius and his Healer," he offered. Arthur was in the midst of reassuring his wife again when Hermione stiffened in Lucius' arms, letting out another cry of pain. Molly looked dispassionately at her husband, at the same time Healer Lora shot her an impatient glance.

"Mum, I'll send Mr. Malfoy an owl later on; and I'm sure he'll tell us that Hermione is fine," Ginny told her mother. "Now, let them leave, please."

Hermione was no longer in any state to listen to Molly's argument; she buried her head against Lucius' chest, fervently wishing that the pains gripping her would cease. Lora sharply turned on her heel, and began making her way back to the hearth. Lucius briefly thanked Molly and Arthur for contacting him, already at Lora's heels. Ginny noticed that his walking stick was still prostrate on the floor next to the sofa, and immediately picked it up, remembering that he kept his wand inside its core.

Lora took the walking stick from Ginny, promising that she would owl her as soon as possible, and the three disappeared into a whoosh of emerald green flames.

Once Hermione was settled somewhat comfortably into bed, Healer Lora performed a thorough examination, finding that she was merely experiencing false labour. The pains had subsided, yet Lora told the two that she would return to the manor if needed.

"If that was false labour, I'm almost worried about what actual labour is going to feel like," Hermione confessed when they were alone. Lucius briefly remembered Narcissa giving birth to Draco, and how she had promptly lost her proverbial prim behavior, thinking nothing of soundly berating and swearing at her husband, red-faced and issuing threats of castration right before their son slipped into the world.

"You'll be fine," Lucius told Hermione, not wanting to frighten her. "How about trying the warm bath that Lora suggested?"

Hermione brushed back her sweat-dampened curls away from her forehead. The mere thought of undressing made her cringe. She was so knackered that Lucius could have undressed her by way of a Severing Charm and she wouldn't issue a single complaint. Although, Lora did tell her that the warm water would help to soothe her muscles. "All right," she replied her head partially buried in a pillow. "But if I fall asleep, can you please owl Ginny? Assuming that she hasn't left the Burrow, I know Molly is going to nag until she hears from us."

Lucius nodded his assent before disappearing into the bathroom. Hermione briefly dozed off, awakening to the feel of his fingers unfastening her dress and pulling it off her body. Her bra and knickers were also removed, and Hermione walked into the bathroom, sighing with relief as she slipped into the hot water. "Aren't you going to get in with me?" she asked, turning her head to look at Lucius.

"In a moment, love," he replied. "I'll owl Ginevra first. Judging by the way Mrs. Weasley badgered her so, something tells me it will be appreciated."

Hermione gave a weak laugh. "I suppose I could always send my Patronus, but Molly would most likely jump to the most far-fetched conclusion and storm through the Floo and into your drawing room."

"I agree," Lucius chuckled as he turned out of the bathroom. "I won't be long."

Hermione sat back and rested her head against the curved edge of the tub. Her belly still felt a bit hard but at least it no longer hurt. She had read about false contractions in one of her baby books, finding that each pregnant witch had a different experience. Some described it as a painless tightening, whilst other claimed that it was outright agony. Hermione had hoped that she would experience the former, but as luck would find her, she came across the latter.

"I hope when it's time for you to make your appearance, you don't give me any trouble," Hermione murmured to the now sleeping baby, running a hand over her wet belly. A fleeting thought of her mum passed, and Hermione wished that she was around. Molly meant well, but she was no substitute for her own mother.

"Ginevra was rather expedient with her reply," Lucius remarked as he walked back into the bathroom, now barefoot, bare-chested and clad only in his black trousers. "Just as we suspected, her mother held her and Mr. Potter hostage until they received our owl. Ginevra said that she will check on you tomorrow, and to feel better."

Hermione laughed at the image of Molly forcing Ginny and Harry to stay behind at the Burrow, most likely pacing back and forth as they meekly remained seated in the front room. "That's Molly," she said. "Your and Lora's timing couldn't have been more perfect. Molly means well, but I could barely focus on breathing with her yelling in my ear. "She has seven kids; you'd think she would be the calmest on in that sort of situation. But it was Ginny and Arthur that actually held their heads."

"Well, you seemed a bit calm yourself," Lucius replied, having finished undressing and now sliding into the tub behind Hermione, pulling her back to rest against his chest.

"I had no choice!" Hermione exclaimed, remembering the four panicked wizard that were staring at her. "You should have seen Harry, Ron and the twins. I think they expected me to drop the baby right then and there."

"Shh," Lucius coaxed, using both hands to massage firm circles into her belly. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, that actually feels quite good," Hermione murmured, letting her body fall limp against his. "Can you do that when we get into bed?"

"Of course," he answered, pressing a kiss onto her shoulder. "Lora said that this would also help."

"Well, it's putting me to sleep," Hermione said agreeably. "In any event, I don't mind."

Hermione had indeed fallen asleep against Lucius. "This is becoming somewhat of a habit for you," he laughed when he caught his wife on the tail end of a snore.

"I'm entitled," Hermione yawned as they stepped out of the tub. Hastily drying off and walking into the bedroom, she refused to even think about pajamas and got into bed completely nude. Lucius soon joined her, forgoing his pajama bottoms, and continued gently caressing her abdomen. "Thank you," she softly told him, enjoying the feel of his firm body pressed against her, and his skillful fingers dancing across her skin. Within minutes, Hermione was lightly snoring again.
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