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Christmas
“Wake up,” Draco murmured, lightly shaking his wife’s shoulder. “Santa came last night.”
Hermione laughed into her pillow. They had spent Christmas Eve with Blaise and Daphne at their picturesque cottage. It had been snowing, the fire had crackled, taking the chill out of the air, and everyone had had more than their fair share of mulled wine to celebrate the birth of Aidan Longbottom.
“Too early, Dragon. Come back to bed,” she groaned.
“I made coffee and my mother had the elves bring us a basket of pastries. Gertie made your favorite: raspberry and lemon curd croissants,” he sing-songed in entreaty.
“Give me a minute to use the loo and I’ll come out.”
Draco made his way to the compact kitchen and prepared their coffee. He’d been looking for Hermione’s gift for several weeks and finally a lead had panned out. Hermione’s gift had been hidden at the manor for the past week and he absolutely couldn’t wait to give it to her. Besides bringing a basket of pastries and a few gifts from his parents, Gertie had also brought Master Draco’s present to his young wife.
Hermione came out of the bedroom with her curls piled on her head and a flannel robe covering her silk nightie. She took the offered cup of coffee and kissed her handsome husband in thanks.
“Merry Christmas,” she said, taking a seat on the sofa. “Santa did come!”
She realized Draco had held back last Christmas. The gifts were absolutely piled around their twinkling tree. She had bought more presents this year, too, but she doubted she would ever give as many gifts as her spouse gave. He was such a generous man and Hermione adored seeing this side of him.
Draco put a large, gaily wrapped box with a velvety red bow in front of her.
“Will you open mine first?”
“Of course,” she said, untying the bow and lifting the lid of the box. As soon as she saw her present, Hermione dropped to the floor.
“Oh, Draco, he’s just precious!” Hermione crooned, lifting the kitten out of the box. “He looks just like my old cat Crookshanks.”
Draco sat next to Hermione and enjoyed how taken she was with the fluffy, little cat.
“I know you’ve missed your familiar and I finally found a half-Kneazle, half-Himalayan through Hagrid. He offered us some other questionable animals, but I assured him the kitten would be as much as we could handle.”
The fluffy ball of orange fur butted his head against Draco’s hand.
“He likes you!” Hermione said happily. Kneazles were very particular about the people they trusted, so it was an excellent sign the kitten wanted Draco’s attention.
“I’ll tell you a little known secret,” Draco whispered conspiratorially. “Your old cat used to come to the dungeons to catch mice and sometimes he would allow me to pet him. I used to wish he could transmit some of that goodwill to you, so you’d know I didn’t hate you.”
Hermione put an arm around her husband and leaned her head on his shoulder. He had so many regrets about his treatment of her when they were children, but she didn’t hold a grudge.
“We grew up in such difficult times. I know you did what you had to do to survive. Does this little guy have a name?” she asked, changing the subject.
“He doesn’t. I wanted you to name him,” Draco said as the kitten made his way to his lap. He’d never had a pet, but it was already clear that this little furball would be a full member of the younger Malfoy family.
“What do you think of Leo? He’ll continue the Black family naming tradition.”
Draco laughed. “It’s perfect. Leo looks like a tiny lion, too. Welcome to the family, Leo Malfoy.”
Little Leo curled up in Draco’s lap and closed his eyes.
“I’ve really missed Crooks the past few years and I wasn’t in a position to have another cat, so your gift is just perfect. Thank you for being so thoughtful.”
“I don’t suppose you might want to choose another cat?” Draco asked quietly, looking down at the kitten in his lap who was purring loudly.
“No, Draco, I already love him!” What could be wrong with this perfect little creature?
Looking abashed, Draco kissed his wife before voicing his suspicions. “I think Leo has made himself my familiar.”
Hermione stroked Leo. “I don’t care. I think I love him more because he chose you.”
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Wizarding University of Great Britain Graduation

“What do you plan to do with your degree?” Mathilda Bijan-Woodcrock asked her favorite student.
Hermione smiled and looked at her husband, who was speaking to Charlotte and Ben Granger.
“Well, I’m going to work as a consultant to the Auror department and Draco’s been offered a position in the Department of Mysteries, but I hope that in a few years we can start our own consultancy.”
After Hermione began working for Mathilda, she quickly learned the older witch was a person she wanted to emulate. Professor Bijan-Woodcrock was Muggle-born, had been an Auror during Voldemort’s first reign of terror, had also married a pure-blood and had a brood of children, and began working in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Department and worked her way up to the chair. She was one of very few women to work in the department and was the first witch to ever hold a chair position at the university.
“When you’re ready, come back and work for me, Hermione. I’ll make sure your schedule is flexible when you and Draco start a family.”
Hermione hugged the woman who had mentored her and encouraged her dreams and aspirations. Mathilda and her husband had invited the young Malfoys to their home on several occasions. The Woodcrock’s children were a few years older than Draco and Hermione. Mathilda’s kids moved seamlessly between the wizarding and Muggle worlds. Hermione hoped her own children would function as well as Mathilda’s.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I’m going to miss you, Mathilda.”
“It was an honor to work with you, my dear. Now go enjoy an evening of celebration with your family,” she said, nudging Hermione towards her proud parents and husband.
That evening, after the Grangers had gone back to their hotel, Draco and Hermione sat in their little flat at the university. They had a few days before they had to be out and Draco knew his wife was melancholy about leaving their cozy home of two years. Hermione had tried to get Draco to agree to look for a flat they could afford on their Ministry salaries, but he had put his foot down. Their next home would be where they would start their family and he wanted them to have room to spread out. With the help of their friends, he had found a spacious townhouse with lots of character in London. He’d bought in on the spot and had surprised Hermione with it after their spring holiday from school. She’d grumbled, saying it was “too opulent”, but Draco could tell she loved the home. He’d moved some of his furniture from his flat in Framlingham into the house, but the two of them would have to do a lot of work to get it fully furnished.
“Lavender is due this week,” Hermione mentioned as she watched Draco pour himself a Guinness. After she’d introduced him to beer, he became quite the connoisseur. The other men in their group of friends liked the drink as well, so they’d often hit a Muggle pub on a Saturday afternoon and try different varieties of the hoppy beverage.
“I’ve never seen a witch get so big,” Draco said, with a bit of distaste.
“Draco! She’s having twins, of course she’s huge. Every woman’s body approaches pregnancy differently.”
“I suppose. Ron said his mother offered to come live with them for a few weeks, but Lavender thought Ron wouldn’t do his part if Molly was there.”
“Ron’s come a long way, but he always loved his mother’s doting. Lavender knows he’ll be a better dad if he has to help.”
This was as good a segue as any to speak with Hermione about who he’d found at the townhouse a few days before.
“I actually wanted to speak with you about something I discovered about our new home. The previous owner died and didn’t have any family to pass her estate to and she had two house-elves. They’ve been staying at Hogwarts, but when I was arranging some furniture, they showed themselves and asked if they could serve us.”
Hermione looked thoughtful. “They must be bound to the house. I didn’t know their loyalty could work that way. My understanding was that they were bound to a family.”
“The family supercedes the house in terms of the elves loyalty, but in this case, since there is no more family…”
“I understand. Do you think they would accept their freedom in exchange for a position with us?”
Draco chuckled. He had warned the elves, Polly and Jango, about his wife and her feelings on the matter. They knew of Hermione and had said they’d be honored to work for her.
“Yes, but you should talk to them.”
One week later the Malfoy family, which consisted of Draco, Hermione, Leo, and now Polly and Jango, were settling into their new home. The elves moved their things into the new home in minutes, leaving Hermione to arrange her books, clothes, and personal affects. The house was so lovely, she could hardly believe it was her home for the foreseeable future. Leo rubbed against her legs as she put away clothes. He was Draco’s cat, a fact that always made Hermione chuckle to herself, but he loved her, too. She wondered if their children would feel the same way about her.
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Olivia
They had been trying to get pregnant for the last year and a half. After six months of trying with no results, Draco gently suggested they see a Healer to determine the issue. The problem was two-fold. Bellatrix’s torture of Hermione had made her chances of conception extremely thin, while some of the more volatile potions Draco had been working with had the effect of inhibiting sperm production.
He knew Hermione was depressed about the situation. She would make such a wonderful mother with all the qualities that made him love her. Draco had moved to a different position within his department to separate him from any potions ingredients which might cause fertility problems, but his wife couldn’t do anything to repair her reproductive complications. As a last, very unlikely possibility, they had put themselves on the adoption list for Muggle-born children put into the care of the state.
One grey winter morning while they were getting ready for work, the Floo sounded and a voice called out. Draco finished buttoning his shirt and ran to the fireplace.
“Yes?” he said to the witch whose face was floating in the green flames.
“Mr. Malfoy, a little witch has been placed in Muggle state custody and the Ministry will be taking over her case this afternoon. Are you and your wife prepared to take her this evening?”
He froze for a moment, hardly believing a child was available for adoption.
“Sir?”
“Yes, absolutely!”
With the help of the elves, Ginny, and Daphne, the Malfoys were able to prepare a nursery for the little girl, who was fourteen months old. At the exchange of the child, Draco and Hermione learned she had been born to a very young mother who had been struggling to take care of the baby. When the little witch began exhibiting her magic, the Muggle teen became scared of what her daughter could do and eventually arranged for the authorities to take over the girl’s care. It was the Ministry’s agreement with the Muggle government to leave Muggle-born witches and wizards in their Muggle environment until they were of age to attend Hogwarts, but when a magical child was given up by a Muggle, the Ministry felt it was appropriate for the child to be placed in the magical world. They didn’t want to chance another Tom Riddle being raised in a loveless, harsh environment around those who didn’t understand his or her abilities.
The toddler, Olivia, was a tiny, pale little girl with dark eyes and wavy, light brown hair. The couple felt their hearts contract at the poor condition of the girl’s clothes and ashen skin. Her big eyes had bluish shadows, as if she had been in distress for a long while. At this age, it was normal for babies to babble and even say a few words, but Olivia was quiet as Hermione took the baby from the Ministry worker. The little one clung to Hermione as Hermione murmured sweet, reassuring words to the traumatized child. Draco had never thought his wife more beautiful.
That night, once little Olivia had been bathed, her nappy changed, and she had been put into a warm set of pajamas, the Malfoys attempted to put her into the newly-built crib, but she was not having it. Crying, the likes of which neither Draco or Hermione had ever heard, began and did not stop with singing, rocking, or gentle words.
“You should go to bed,” Hermione said as she tried to comfort Olivia.
“Maybe the elves can help. They said they’d helped with the previous family’s children.”
Hermione sighed helplessly. “Okay.”
Draco called Polly and explained the situation to her. Polly, the kindest, most helpful elf Draco had ever met, looked at the couple as if they were stupid.
“Master, the child’s magic is exhausted! You and the mistress must put protection spells on her. She is young, but Missy Olivia has been fending for herself for weeks.”
Gods, was he an idiot? They should have taken the baby to St. Mungo’s to make sure she was well. Hermione had been listening and her eyes filled with tears.
“Oh, Draco, we should have had Daphne look her over as soon as we got home! I don’t know what I was thinking. Is it too late to call her?”
“Mistress, the protection spells will tide over the baby until you can get her medical attention in the morning. Cast your spells and let her sleep between you tonight.”
Hermione looked unsure, but agreed to try Polly’s suggestion. The new parents took Olivia to their room and put her in the middle of the bed.
“Cast your Protego at the same time as I do. It’ll be more powerful,” Draco instructed.
Wands lifted, they used their formidable power to cast a spell over the fraught child. Polly looked on and nodded at the couple.
“She needs to be close to you for the spell to be its strongest,” said the elf, reassuring her nervous family.
After the long day everyone’d had, Draco and Hermione climbed under the covers and nestled the baby between them. She nuzzled against Hermione’s bosom, finding comfort in the beat of her heart and her breathing. Draco thanked Polly and extinguished the lights. Polly shut the door to leave the family to sleep. She was pleased for her master and mistress. They were kind, generous, and interesting, although she thought they worked too much. Polly wondered if they knew the being they’d brought into their home was already displaying powerful magic. They clearly didn’t know much about children, but Polly did and she vowed to help them with tiny Olivia and any others they added to their fold.
“She’s a survivor,” Draco whispered to his wife in the dim room.
“I hope we can give her what she needs.” After the stress of the evening, Hermione worried that she would struggle with mothering this little girl.
“Olivia will be the most loved, included child in the history of the world,” Draco assured her.
“I suddenly have this newfound appreciation for what my parents experienced in raising me. They didn’t know about the magical world and I was such an unusual child anyway. They were strict and had some very antiquated religious ideas, but they nurtured me as much as they could.”
“Your parents love you, they just don’t understand your differences. You know what Olivia is and you’re a survivor, too. There is no better person to raise her than you, love.”
“As soon as I saw her, I felt an immediate connection to her, as if I had been waiting all this time for Olivia. Is that crazy?”
Draco was relieved to hear that his wife was forming a bond with the baby. Sometimes Hermione’s emotional walls would come up at times of stress or change, but he knew she had yearned for a child for some time.
“She was meant to be our child, Hermione. There’s something very special about this little witch.”
They clasped their hands over Olivia’s little body, allowing her to replenish her magic and feel the full extent of the loving family she had become a part of.
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Blessings
Hermione had recognized the need to nurture the little girl who had taken over their lives six months before. Olivia had been malnourished and in desperate need of human contact. Hermione decided to leave her job at the Ministry, which she enjoyed but didn’t love. Draco had encouraged her to follow her heart and her maternal instincts told her Olivia would flourish if given the kind of attention Hermione could provide.
At twenty months, Olivia was still slender, but her cheeks were rosy and she gave the most adorable, toothy smiles to her parents, the devoted house-elves, and their friends and family. The diminutive toddler was still behind in her motor coordination and verbal skills, but she excelled in her magic. Olivia could make her toys sing and dance in the air, she could make food she didn’t like disappear or Summon treats from the pantry, but the skill that amazed Draco and Hermione the most was her empathy. Within seconds of Draco returning from work, she would say “Mad?” or “Smile!” for happy. Draco would always confirm his daughter’s predictions with a nod to Hermione, which made her shake her head in wonder.
One rainy weekend afternoon, Olivia was attempting to stack blocks while Draco read and Hermione napped with her head in his lap. Once his fingers had begun combing through her hair, Hermione’s eyes had fluttered closed and her breathing had become deep and even.
Olivia made her way to her mum, gently laying her head on Hermione’s belly and kissing it. Draco smiled warmly at the little girl, knowing she loved her mother more than anyone in the world.
“Baby,” Olivia said, patting Hermione.
“You’re our baby,” Draco confirmed.
“No,” she said with a stubborn shake of her head. “Baby.”
Having grown up in the wizarding world, Draco suspected his Livy might be more than empathic. She seemed to exhibit all the early signs of being a Seer. He didn’t talk to Hermione about it, because it was still early, but his wife would have to adjust her feelings about Divination with a child like Olivia displaying the gift.
That evening, after Olivia was tucked into her crib, Draco got into bed beside Hermione.
“You seem tired,” he observed.
“Hmm,” she hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose I have been. You must be tired, too, with us and work.”
“Olivia said something today that might explain why you’ve been exhausted.”
The bemused expression on Hermione’s face changed to disbelief when Draco relayed what had happened that afternoon.
“Do the spell,” she told Draco, lifting her shirt and laying flat on the bed.
His wand swooped over her flat stomach and when they both looked down, the spell lit up her abdomen with a golden glow. After years of trying to get pregnant, it had finally happened.
“Do you think the spell is accurate?” Hermione whispered.
Draco nodded, his own throat tight with emotion. They’d been blessed with Olivia and now the impossible had become possible. He pulled Hermione into his arms, wanting her solid body anchoring him to their joyful, new reality.
“I need you,” Hermione said with a kiss to his chest.
Before she’d become involved with Draco, she’d never known how important it was for a couple to maintain their intimacy, which seemed to renew and honor the promise they’d made to love each other. When they’d discovered why they weren’t able to conceive, Hermione had wanted to pull back their sexual encounters, but Draco wouldn’t let her. He insisted on keeping an arm draped over her shoulder, held her hand, kissed her whenever he walked into whatever room she was in, and enticed her with sensual massages that led to long, reaffirming bouts of lovemaking. And he did what he’d done for her all the years they’d been together: he showed her and told her what she meant to him every single day.
He rolled them over so his body hovered above hers and kissed her. Her mouth welcomed his and the touch of his tongue to her tongue sent electricity through her body. She rubbed herself against the bulge in his pants, enjoying the sensation of fabric rubbing her unusually sensitive clit. In fact, her body felt like it was abuzz with sensation.
Draco broke the kiss and began unbuttoning his shirt. The two kept eye contact as they removed their clothes and threw them off the bed. As he began to pull his boxers off, Hermione brushed his hands aside and proceeded to slide the black silk drawers slowly off his lean, muscular legs. His ruddy cock bobbed, inviting her to have a taste. She climbed between his legs, intoxicated by the possessive way he stared at her.
“Your cock is gorgeous,” she murmured, stroking his hardness with practiced fingers. Draco loved it when she caressed him before taking his thick penis into her mouth.
“Bloody perfect,” he groaned as she used the clear liquid weeping from his cock to glide her hand up and down his shaft.
She leaned down and lightly licked the head, swirling her tongue over the ridged crest. Her hand continued to fondle his bollocks and as her mouth took most of him in. She moaned, enjoying the taste and texture of her stunning wizard. Hermione drew him into her throat before drawing back, using her lips to massage him. His fingers gently threaded through her long curls, an action she knew helped him focus and relax. If she didn’t stop, he’d come soon. Giving him a parting suckle, she lifted her face to find him staring at her with hunger.
“Ride me, pet.”
Draco held her hips and guided her slit over him, letting her use his erection to rub her moisture from her clit to perineum. She was a nubile goddess with her long hair swaying, her tits flushed with dark pink pebbled nipples, and her lips swollen and red from sucking his cock. Every time they fucked, Draco thanked Merlin for the chance to immerse himself in this remarkable witch.
“You’re killing me, love,” he ground out. Hermione gave him a smoldering look as she every so slowly lowered herself onto him.
“Mmm,” she moaned, painstakingly beginning to undulate over him. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples.
“My breasts are quite sensitive,” she murmured.
“Okay, love,” Draco said, amazed that his light touch was causing Hermione to writhe with every sweep of his thumb. He noticed her tight sheath felt warmer and wetter, too. Gods, pregnancy is already making her body more enticing to me, if that’s bloody possible.
She leaned down to kiss him, her hair creating a privacy curtain for the two. Draco’s fingers massaged her ass, probing between her cheeks to rub her tight puckered hole.
“Fuck, Malfoy,” she said in the huskiest, most desperate voice. He pushed his finger into her slightly while his other hand plucked her nipples. “Please, Draco, more!”
She ground herself into him and he let himself go, surging into her body. Hermione began to shake as her body was expertly stimulated. When her cunt began pulsing over her husband’s engorged length, Draco let go with a string of incoherent curses as he came. With the last tightening of her channel, Hermione slumped over her sweaty spouse.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled.
“I know,” he said, trying to catch his breath. They began to breathe in tandem as they held each other.
“I love you, witch,” he said into her wonderfully fragrant curls.
“I love you, too, Dragon.”
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A Wedding Anniversary
At seven months pregnant, Hermione felt like a moving, kicking soccer ball had been lodged in her abdomen. They didn’t know the gender of the baby, but they called the baby Sissy, since Livy seemed convinced that the baby would be a girl. At just over two, Livy was beginning to catch up with her skills and would hold precious conversations with Sissy through Hermione’s belly.
With much trepidation because she’d never been away from her daughter, Hermione was about to leave Olivia with Lucius and Narcissa to take an anniversary trip with her husband. The Malfoy’s sentence had been reduced and had ended the year before. Draco and Hermione had worried about introducing Livy to his parents, but the grandparents were enchanted with the toddler. Livy had immediately taken to Lucius, surprising all the adults. Lucius’ long hair and strong features fascinated her and she stared at him with affection, which had endeared her to him. Lucius thought the little one liked him because of his resemblance to Draco, but Draco knew his daughter understood the human spirit better than most. Lucius Malfoy had turned a corner and his granddaughter recognized his renewed effort to be a better man.
“Old Dad!” Livy yelled when she saw Lucius. She squirmed out of her father’s arms and ran to her grandfather. Draco secretly sniggered every time his daughter referred to his vain father as old, but Lucius didn’t seem to mind the name.
“Olivia,” he said, picking up the excited girl. “How’s my lovely granddaughter?”
She began to chatter to her grandfather, happy to have the run of the mansion and the attention of Lucius, Narcissa, and their loyal house-elves. Draco had told Hermione he’d had a mostly happy childhood up until he was a teenager and his parents were once again involved with the Dark Lord. She could see that time and hardship had softened the Malfoys, because they had come to accept her as Draco’s wife and Muggle-born Livy as their grandchild. It hadn’t hurt that Draco’s actions in accepting two Muggle-borns as family had changed public perception of the pure-blood family for the better.
Narcissa stood in the doorway and observed her family. As a girl, she’d imagined a life of privilege: shopping, exclusive parties, gorgeous jewels, and being the envy of other women with Lucius Malfoy as her husband. She’d thought her good fortune meant she was better and more deserving than those of lesser blood and money. It had taken two wars and almost losing her son for Narcissa Malfoy to understand that love and family were the most important things in the world. She recognized her chance to live again through her son’s amazing family, with his brilliant, loving wife, their treasure of a daughter, and the baby they eagerly awaited.
Narcissa walked to Hermione, placing her hand on the younger woman’s arm.
“Livy will be fine, dear. We’ll take good care of her,” Narcissa said encouragingly. “Go, enjoy your trip. It’s not every day you can celebrate five years as a married couple.”
Hugs and kisses were exchanged before Draco and Hermione left to celebrate their anniversary and the beautiful, unexpected, life they had built together.
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