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Accidental Blood Bond	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 45430 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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The sun had barely risen when Hermione felt Lucius stir next to her in bed. Each time Aniella began making little snuffling noises, Lucius had been the first to reach into the basket and pick up their daughter. He was now watching Hermione nursing Aniella, head propped up on one arm and his grey eyes intently focused on the two.

"I'm amazed that she's staying asleep," Hermione mused in a tired voice, peering down at Aniella's tightly shut eyes. "She refused to stay still for more than a few hours at night for the past month."

"I'd forgotten about the way they wake up during the night," Lucius added, sounding just as exhausted.

Once Aniella was finished, Lucius took her from Hermione's arms and set her down on the bed to change her nappy. The baby never opened her eyes as she was tended to, not even Lucius was finished and cradled her against his chest.

"Go back to sleep," he suggested, looking at Hermione's heavily-lidded eyes. "I'll wake you if needed."

Hermione gave a feeble nod without bothering to reply. She immediately sank down against her pillows and closed her eyes.

Hunger finally drove Hermione out of her slumber. Beams of sunlight shone brightly into her room and fell upon her sleeping spouse, who had one large hand securely placed on their daughter as she slept in the middle of his chest. Lucius' other arm managed to make it to Hermione's side of the bed, and he was lightly snoring.

Smiling at the sight of the two, Hermione shifted to get out of bed. She didn't realize how battered her body felt, and winced as she made her way to the bathroom. By the time she was showered and comfortably dressed, Aniella was beginning to stir. Quietly greeting her daughter, Hermione extricated Aniella from Lucius' grasp, his bleary grey eyes briefly opening and closing after Hermione urged him to stay in bed.

Aniella was fed, changed, and soon comfortably resting her her mother's arms. Two sets of brown eyes were focused on one other, one tiny hand wrapped around a slender index finger. It was an understatement to say that Hermione was completely taken by her daughter. She had unswaddled Aniella and unsnapped her babygro, running her fingers over the delicate skin of her tiny legs and toes.

"It's not even a full day that she's here and already you're in love," Lucius murmured, now fully awake and sitting up in bed.

"How can I help myself?" Hermione replied in a voice full of awe, now tracing a fingertip over Aniella's downy covered head.

"Before you completely melt, might I interest you in breakfast?" Lucius asked, kissing Hermione before tossing back the duvet and getting out of bed. "Or judging by the sun outside, lunch?"

Hermione remembered the last thing she had eaten was tea and toast the day before, and her stomach growled at the mention of a proper meal. "I'm famished enough to eat whatever isn't nailed down."

"I'm sure Tipsy can find you something a bit more appetizing than that," Lucius replied, summoning the house-elf. Twenty minutes later, both were eating from trays on Hermione's bed. Aniella was back in her basket and had fallen asleep.

"She looks so peaceful," Hermione mused, peeking down at the baby. "Has anyone told Draco yet?"

Lucius gave her a pointed look and remained silent.

"Lucius!"

"Forgive me, but my wife was screaming bloody, blue murder, on the verge of breaking every bone in both my hands as she brought our child into the world. I was otherwise engaged, but I'll owl him once I've finished eating if you'd like."

"Thank you," Hermione sweetly replied, kissing Lucius on the cheek. "I'm sure he's going to be overjoyed to find out that I went into labour when he wasn't home. Apparently your son cracks under pressure. Do you know what he told me?"

"Enlighten me."

"He said, and I quote, 'Do me a favor, Granger, oh sorry, I guess I can call you Malfoy now, but as I was saying, don't drop that baby whilst I'm around.' It's a shame I didn't; I would have paid good money to see the look on Draco's face if my waters had broken while standing next to him."

"That's assuming he didn't pass out," Lucius ruefully replied. "Draco doesn't have a strong constitution when it comes to certain things. Before he went off to school, I gave him the sex talk and by the time I got around to the female aspect of things, he was begging me to stop."

Hermione clapped both hands over her mouth to keep from waking Aniella as she laughed hysterically. "That's rich!" she gasped after regaining her composure. "I would have never known, judging by the way I used to see him with a different witch every other day. I reckon he's got over that little fear."

"Yes, too well in fact," Lucius offered with a wry grin. "It's a good thing his mother never found out; Cissy would have had a coronary had she heard about her so-called innocent son's trysts."

"Yes well, like father, like son," Hermione smirked. "You are, without a doubt, the randiest wizard I ever did meet."

"Just remember- you married this randy wizard, and now you have to keep him."

"I have every intention of doing so. Now shut up and kiss your witch."

****

"Granger-sorry, habit- I could kiss you for having the baby when I was away," Draco happily told Hermione later that afternoon when he swept into her room. "But Father would surely hex me. Now, what is my little sister's name?"

"Aniella Sophie," Hermione told Draco with an eye-roll, pulling Aniella's blanket down to give him a better view. "And you are most welcome, ferret."

Draco lingered by Hermione's bedside, turned at an awkward angle as he tried to look at his sister.

"Oh, for goodness sake," Hermione snapped, single-handedly pushing the duvet off her legs and getting out of bed. "Sit down," she ordered Draco, who was looking at her with a wide-eyed expression.

"What?"

"Sit in my armchair," she repeated, nudging his leg with her foot. When he was finally seated, Hermione placed Aniella in his arms. "Make sure you support her head."

Draco looked mildly uncomfortable with holding the tiny infant, but a smile graced his lips after a few seconds. "She's so tiny," he mused, slightly lifting his arms. "She barely weighs anything."

"It didn't feel like it when I was carrying her," Hermione grimaced, thinking back to when her bladder had taken a solid kicking night after night.

"There's no need to delve into specifics," Draco gruffly interjected, clearly wishing to avoid the topic of pregnancy and its proclivities.

Hermione smirked as she settled back onto her bed. "Where's Alyvya?"

"Gone away with Mr. Carinworth for his birthday," he answered, still peering down at Aniella. "She sends her love and is going to visit you when she returns. Her father actually asked why I wasn't around before they left, said he was looking forward to seeing me."

"Wow, things must be getting serious," Hermione mused with a little smile.

Draco gave a nonchalant shrug. "They've been that way for awhile, I guess I'm only noticing it now. I'll probably meet them for dinner later, once I owl Alyvya to find out where they've gone."

"That's so sweet, Draco," Hermione said, now grinning widely. "You're in love. I never thought I'd see that day, but it has arrived."

Draco sharply looked up, his grey eyes icily glaring at Hermione. "Hmph, I don't recall telling you that," he arrogantly sniffed.

"You don't have to say it, you prat, I'm telling you that you are."

"Aniella, I hope you know that your mum is a bossy witch, and she takes delight in annoying everyone," Draco whispered to the baby. "But don't worry, I'll protect you from her wrath."

"Stop trying to corrupt my daughter," Hermione fussed, wishing that she could nudge him with her foot again, but refraining from doing so.

"You started it," Draco softly hissed, laughing when Aniella stretched and yawned in his arms before opening her eyes. "See? You woke her up with your sappiness."

"You are incorrigible," Hermione chuckled. "She woke up because it's nearly time for me to feed her again."

Draco looked around the bedroom curiously. "Where's her bottle?"

"I don't give her a bottle.

"Well how in ruddy hell are you going to feed her?"

"Aniella's milk comes straight from the source." When Draco continued giving her a blank stare, Hermione stood up and plucked Aniella from his arms. "I'm wearing her milk. So unless you'd like to see just how that works-"

Hermione shifted Aniella to the crook of one arm and had begun unbuttoning her shirt, knowing that it would inflict trauma on Draco's delicate little mind. She got all of one button unfastened before color suffused his pale cheeks.

"Granger!" he spat, hastily getting up from the armchair and practically sprinting out of her bedroom.

Hermione was still shaking with laughter long after Draco had left. She had no intentions of baring her breasts to the wizard that was her stepson- a notion she found most amusing and admittedly a tad disturbing- but Draco didn't know that. He fled just like she knew he would, and Hermione laughed until she was gasping for air.

"Your brother is so easy to antagonize," Hermione cooed to her daughter as she greedily suckled at her breast.

"Oh, damn it Hermione!" Tonks wailed, instantly lowering her voice when Aniella flinched at the harsh sound. "Sorry! I knew I should have stayed with you!" she continued in a low whisper. "I could have held your hand, laughed when you threaten to hex your husband."

It was a few days later and Hermione had begun to receive visitors. A tired looking Remus and a distraught Tonks stopped by that afternoon, and the green-haired witch instantly apologized for having abruptly left Hermione the day she gave birth to Aniella.

"It's alright, Tonks," she soothingly replied. "You had to get back to Remus, and besides, Ginny, Lucius and Severus were more than enough help. But I thank you just the same."

"Well..." Tonks trailed off, smiling down at the now still Aniella. "She's gorgeous, may I?"

"Sure," Hermione answered, shifting her small bundle to Tonks' arms.

"Oh, Remus! She makes me want to have another one," Tonks cooed, growing teary-eyed at sight of the sleeping child in the crook of her arm.

Hermione looked up at Remus, fighting back a laugh when she saw him shaking his head. "Whatever you say, dear," he easily replied, winking at Hermione.

"I remember that new baby scent," she continued, lowering her face to Aniella's blanket. "It smells like love...and milk."

"Tonks, you really are silly," Hermione said as the three laughed. "So what do children smell like when they get older?"

"It depends if it's a boy or girl," Tonks cheerfully replied. "You know that Muggle nursery rhyme about little boys, 'snips and snails and puppy dog tails'? They weren't all that far off; Teddy comes home smelling as if he was rolling around in a pigpen. Honestly, I don't know what they do with my child when he's away from me."

"He's a boy, Dora, that's what boys do. They play in dirt and make messes," Remus calmly interjected.

"Yeah, no kidding! Whenever I do the wash, our son has more dirt in his socks and shoes than a garden! I'm telling you, I think whenever he goes to the Burrow, he purposely slips off his trainers and shovels dirt into them when he thinks no one is looking."

Hermione bit on her lip to keep from laughing uproariously, feeling tears of mirth leaking from the corners of her eyes. Remus was once again shaking his head at his wife's anecdote, even though his amused eyes were crinkled at the corners and gave him away.

"How are you feeling?" he politely inquired.

"Well, I'm getting used to waking up every few hours so I'm not as tired as before," Hermione replied, smiling as she caught Tonks gasping over Aniella's little fists. "But Lucius is amazing, I'd lose my mind if not for him."

"That's wonderful," Tonks distractedly replied, now gently rocking the sleeping infant.

"You do know that you have to give her back, sweetheart," Remus told his wife with a chuckle.

"Oh, why Remus? Hermione won't mind if I borrow her for a bit, do you love?"

"Well, we are a bit attached to her," Hermione laughed, "But we can share."

"I told you she wouldn't mind," Tonks grinned. "Oh, I expect that Molly'll be along soon. You know she's eager to get over here to see Aniella. That's because you're a lovely little baby," she trailed off in a softer voice.

"Hopefully I won't get into trouble," Hermione jested, knowing that Molly would most likely kick up a fuss for not being called when she went into labour.

"Please, Molly is going to take one look at Aniella and will forget about anything else," Tonks reassured. "There was more than one occasion where I had to remind her that Teddy had to come back with Remus and I, she got so attached to him."

"Teddy didn't want to leave either," Remus added. "Although I suspect that had something to do with the sweets George kept slipping him."

"All right, Hermione," Tonks said, getting up and placing Aniella back in her arms. "We don't want to keep you for long, and I'd told Molly that we would owl her after we left. She didn't think you'd want a horde of people at your house just yet."

Hermione said that she didn't mind the company, although Tonks still insisted that she and Remus should leave. The two bade Hermione and her daughter good-bye, and were on the way out when they met Lucius walking into the sitting room.

"Heaven help me; Tonks said Molly is going to stop by," Hermione commented as Lucius settled down next to her. He kissed his sleeping daughter on the forehead before pressing his lips against his wife's. "Do you think she's going to be cross because I didn't call her the other day?"

"It is highly doubtful," Lucius replied with ease, now idly twirling a lock of Hermione's curls round his finger."She'll be so taken with Aniella that anything else will be a distant memory."

"I hope so," Hermione dubiously replied, remembering how pushy Molly tended to be. "You know, Tonks said the same thing. I actually wouldn't have minded had Tonks stayed around the other night, but I knew she had to get back to Remus."

"Yes, from what I understand, Severus almost had to eject her from the manor, she was so intent on staying with you."

"Tonks is a good friend," Hermione smiled, looking down at Aniella who was beginning to writhe about in her arms. Hastily unbuttoning her shirt, she got Aniella to her breast right before she was able to break out into full-fledged wails. "Why is it that whenever I'm feeding our daughter, your eyes remained glued below my neck until I'm done?"

"Why do you think?" came the facetious reply. "Your breasts nourish our daughter, yet they still remain a treat for my eyes."

"Have I ever called you a snake-charmer?"

"Hmm, no. Although I believe lioness-charmer would be a more apt name, wouldn't you say?"

"Lucius, please tell me just what it is that I'm supposed to do with you?"

"When your body heals, I promise to give you a thorough reminder."

Hermione shook her head, the little sounds of Aniella swallowing filling the space between her and Lucius. "That's how we ended up with this one. Eager for another so soon?"

"I have no objections to another child," Lucius answered with a smirk, "but for now we'll remember the charm or potion."

"Too right we will!" Hermione shot back. "I love our daughter, but labour felt like I was being roasted over an open pit whilst trying to push a melon through a keyhole. No, I can most definitely put a pause on reliving that for a while." Right then Aniella's light brown eyes opened and focused on Hermione's. "Yes love, I'm talking about you," she cooed to her daughter. "Your nearly kicked a hole in Mummy's back."

"I must say; I've never heard such a colorful analogy for childbirth," Lucius remarked.

"Well, the bottom lip thing was a bit of an understatement," Hermione offered before breaking out into a yawn. "I hope Molly comes soon, I'm ready for another nap."

Lucius took Aniella once she had finished feeding, and promptly placed her on his shoulder. Hermione was immensely grateful and used her wand to Transfigure her chaise wider before reclining back. Her eyes settled on the sight of Lucius gently patting Aniella's back, all the while softly talking to her. Hermione smiled when she saw him place a kiss on her head right before her eyes crashed shut.

"Will you three shut up?!" Hermione heard someone hiss in a poor attempt to keep their voice lowered. "Poor thing looks utterly knackered, maybe we should come back another day."

Prying her eyes open, Hermione saw Molly, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Fred and George in her sitting room. "No, I'm fine," she replied, sitting up and smiling at her guests. "Did Lucius send you up?"

"No, your house-elf did," Molly said, still bristling at Fred, George and Ron for mucking about and making what she deemed too much noise. "I apologize for my sons interrupting your kip. Honestly, you would think that I didn't raise them with manners."

Hermione fought back a laugh when she noticed the twins making faces behind their mother, Ron and Harry catching their antics and sniggering under their breath.

"Hermione's already used to their idiocy," Ginny added cheekily, coming over to Hermione's chaise and settling down next to her. "How are you?"

"Well, I no longer feel as if I've collided with a wall," Hermione answered in between exchanging hugs and kisses with everyone, "but I'm well, thanks."

The four wizards sat across from Hermione, crunched together on a sofa that was big enough for three witches. Harry was perched on the edge of one cushion, looking highly uncomfortable until Ginny told him to sit by her.

"Thank you!" Ron exclaimed, moving away from his long-legged brothers and claiming more space for himself. "I thought my bits were in danger of being smashed."

"Ron!" Molly sighed, looking up to the ceiling and shaking her head. "Merlin help me. Anyway, where is the little one?

"With her daddy," Hermione said. "Lucius took her to let me sleep for a bit. He should be coming back any minute."

"I've brought you something," Molly continued, hefting her oversized handbag up into her lap and opening it. Withdrawing a small wrapped bundle, she used her wand to enlarge it and handed it to Hermione.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley!" Molly had knitted a large, pink blanket for Aniella, with a darker pink 'A' embroidered into the centre.

"What are you going to do with the blue one, Mum?" Fred asked, grinning at his mother.

"Mum also started on a blue one, said she wasn't sure if you were having a little witch or wizard," George added.

"Hmph!" Molly sniffed. "Well I knew that Hermione wanted to be surprised, so making two blankets was the next best option. Adding her initial wasn't hard at all, but perhaps whenever you or your brother decide to give me a grandson, you'll make use of the blue blanket."

Both Fred and George immediately bore distasteful looks at the very idea, and everyone else laughed uproariously.

"Why not take the mickey at Harry? He's the one married to your daughter!" George lamented.

"I'm not the one badgering everyone," Harry smugly replied. "I'm quietly sitting next to my wife, and you two, as always, are the ones bothering dear Mrs. Weasley."

Mrs. Weasley flashed Harry a wide grin, to which the twins began making exaggerated retching sounds and pulling faces.

"Grow up you two!" she snapped, attempting to sound serious but unable to keep a straight face. "Goodness, I think Arthur was wrong when he told me no the time I suggested that those two were switched at birth. I'd like to think that any child of mine would have better manners."

Ron was still laughing at his brothers being chastised when Lucius walked into the sitting room, Aniella securely tucked into the crook of his arm. He politely greeted everyone and handed his daughter over to Molly, who immediately jumped up with outstretched arms at the sight of the swaddled infant.

After Lucius excused himself and slipped out of the room, the four young men peered at the sleeping Aniella with great interest. Molly was completely overjoyed, and kept smiling down at the baby.

"Oh, it's a shame she's asleep," she tutted. "Does she have your eyes or Lucius'?"

"Mine, so it seems," Hermione replied. "And as you can see, Lucius' hair colouring but what looks like my curls."

A few minutes later there was a knock on the sitting room door, and Draco's blond head popped around the corner. "Hey, you aren't feeding my sister, are you?" he cautiously asked after catching Hermione's attention. Draco hadn't seen Hermione's company sitting down across from her, and remained in the doorway.

"No," she mirthfully replied, beckoning him inside. She watched as he walked in, holding hands with Alyvya. The brunette witch immediately ran over to Hermione, engulfing her in a gentle hug before going over to see Aniella.

"Draco's right; she's gorgeous," she purred as she bent down next to Molly, much to her beau's chagrin at having been told on.

"All right," he gruffly replied, trying to hide his reddening face. "Do you lot want to stay in here talking about nappies or are we going to play some Quidditch?"

Three redheaded wizards pleadingly looked at Hermione, who merely waved them off. Ron, Fred, and George stood up so fast they nearly tipped over the sofa. Harry, on the other hand, remained seated next to Ginny.

"Are you coming?" Ron asked him.

"No, I think I'll stay here," he placidly answered.

"Fine then, Potty," Draco said in a chaffing tone. "We'll do teams of two, and no cheating," he tacked on as an afterthought, remembering the twins' proclivities.

"You're a fine one to talk, Malfoy," Ron jeered back, their chatter becoming dim as they walked out of the sitting room.

"Harry, you don't have to stick around if you don't want to," Ginny said. "All we're going to do is prattle on about...hmm, I have no idea."

"I actually don't mind," he said, although he crossed over to the now unoccupied sofa. "I barely see my best friend as it is," Harry continued, winking at Hermione.

Aniella was passed from Molly, to Ginny and then Alyvya. Harry volunteered to hold her, and was soon settled with the infant sleeping on a blanket draped over his shoulder.

"Harry, you look like an expert," Hermione said teasingly, giggling at the way his large hand was securely affixed to her daughter's back. "Something you want to tell us?"

Harry merely grinned in response, but Ginny hastily cut in. "Let's all assume it's because Teddy clings to Harry when Remus isn't around. Because after the other day, we can wait. Isn't that right?" she added, looking at her husband.

"Sure, Ginny," he lightly replied.

"I hope you two don't take too long!" Molly told them. "It would be nice to have another little one around the house."

"Mum, you've had seven of us. I don't think I need to remind you of where we all came out of," Ginny dispassionately told her mother. Alyvya, Hermione and Harry were unable to contain their mirth at that comment.

"Believe me, Ginny, I couldn't forget if I wanted to," came the wry reply. "But I forgot about it soon as I looked down into every one of your beautiful, reddened, screaming faces."

Molly cast her daughter a knowing look, Ginny shooting one back that plainly stated, 'you win,' and fell silent.

The five remained in Hermione's sitting room, talking in hushed tones and having tea that Tipsy had brought in. Aniella slept in her basket next to her mother. Twice, Molly had gotten up from her seat and ran over to the window, fussing at the four hovering outside on brooms when they came close to the house. Their raucous voices carried inside the sitting room's large and completely opened bay windows, and although Aniella went on sleeping peacefully, Molly was adamant that Draco, Ron, Fred, and George were going to wake her with their banter.

"Goodness!" Molly fussed, striding back over to her armchair. "They make such a fuss! I've been to Ginny's practices with her team and they didn't make half as much noise!"

"That's because they toned it down for Mum," Ginny whispered to Hermione. "You should hear the amount of cursing that goes on during practice. Sometimes I think Tabby's new name is 'you bloody bitch'."

Hermione broke out into a fit of giggles, and had to pretend that she was choking when Mrs. Weasley almost caught her. Ginny carried on sipping her tea with a straight face, winking once at a smirking Harry who managed to hear the entire exchange.

"Hello again, Mr. Malfoy," Harry politely greeted when the blond wizard strolled in. Ginny and Alyvya moved to allow Lucius to sit on the chaise next to Hermione.

"She's still asleep," he said, peering over at his daughter.

"Enjoy it while you can," Molly told him. "There comes a time when they love waking up at the oddest hours. Ginny was my quietest one."

"That's because I'm the sympathetic daughter, Mum. Somehow my young mind knew that my six brothers had worn you out, and that you needed a rest. I should have a holiday named after me."

"What, St. Ginevra's day?" Hermione interjected.

"Yes, it has a ring to it, don't you think?"

"Umm, sure Ginny," Harry answered.

"Well, I'm all for it, so long as it means that my father can take a day off work," Alyvya added. "Even though he would try to work on a holiday if I didn't force him to stay home."

"How is Mr. Carinworth?" Lucius then inquired.

"Dad is all right, thanks. He said to tell you hello."

"Please tell him likewise."

"I will, thank you."

"It's getting late. I suppose I should collect my sons before they completely wreck your gardens with those broomsticks," Molly implored, shaking her head as she looked towards the window.

Lucius waved a dismissive hand. "They'll most likely be out there for hours; I don't mind. We won't be able to hear them from the other rooms."

"Well...if you don't mind," Molly dubiously replied. "My rude children. I told them we were coming to visit you and the baby, and here they go, riding around on broomsticks."

"It's all right, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione soothed. "Aniella doesn't do much besides eat and sleep at this point. And I don't think she would mind if they chose to not watch her slumbering away in her basket for hours on end."

"I suppose you're right," she sighed, getting up and giving Hermione a hug. "Well then, we'll be off. If you need anything, let me know."

"Say, Ginny..." Harry began, now smiling at his wife.

"Have fun, darling," Ginny laughed, pecking him on the lips. "I'll leave the Floo open for you."

Harry told everyone goodnight before practically sprinting out of the sitting room, in aims of joining the ongoing Quidditch game in the garden.

"I guess it became too tempting for him," Alyvya giggled.

"I knew it wouldn't be long before he caved in," Ginny said. "I'm surprised Harry wasn't plastered to the window, looking for the Snitch."

"Is it nice to talk about your husband like that?" Hermione asked.

"Haven't I told you time and time again that Harry is mine? I can do what I want with him," she retorted, guffawing when Molly rolled her eyes.

Shortly thereafter, Ginny and Molly left the manor. Alyvya said that she would wait for Draco in his room, laughing when Lucius told her to owl him if he kept her waiting for too long.

"They sound like they're having fun," Hermione mused, listening to the louder whoops of joy when Harry had obviously joined in.

"Does that mean I need to lend you my broomstick?" Lucius asked.

"Don't tell me; you played Quidditch back in Hogwarts." Lucius merely smirked, and Hermione turned around to fully face him. "What position, Seeker?"

"No, Chaser. I was good but not that good. Draco is a far better Seeker than I."

"Oh, glad to see that Malfoy modesty is in full effect," Hermione teased. "I'm trying to picture you in full Quidditch gear, blonde hair all askew and flying around on a broomstick."

Lucius let out a deep chuckle. "I kept my hair tied back, but it has been known to happen, love. Last year was the last time I'd been on one. Draco tried to challenge me, the insolent boy said that I was old. Well, this old wizard beat him by twenty points."

"How the hell do two people play Quidditch? And knowing you and Draco, you probably both cheated."

"Hmm, you have a point. Although Severus played referee, and said that I'd won."

"Don't tell me that Severus also knows how to play? Oh, yes, I remember, he has to know. He refereed a game at school once, and of course found favour with Slytherin."

"What dis you think, that the man was born knee-deep in Dark Arts and potions? Severus is an excellent flier, but was more into his books back at Hogwarts. Not unlike yourself."

"Well, I know that he most likely had other pastimes, but remember, he was my professor for how many years? The man scared me to death, although I'd never have admitted it out loud. I still think it's a bit funny to see him now, carrying on and living life like the rest of us without all of the subterfuge. It does suit him, though."

"He definitely deserves the reprieve," Lucius replied. "I owe him more than anyone would know. He looked out for Draco when I was unable to."

"I'm sure the students will never see it, but Severus is very kind. He had to be to let a screaming, pregnant woman clutch onto his hand."

"He is, but you'd better not ever let him hear you say that. His scowl alone would kill you."

"He's been scowling much less ever since meeting Janice, haven't you noticed?"

"All I noticed is that the damned man still tosses back my choicest brandy as if it's nothing more than water."

Hermione laughed loudly, covering her mouth when Aniella began moving. "Looks like someone needs their nappy changed and a feeding," she said, picking up the now awake infant. "Hello, darling. Did you have a good sleep?"

Lucius had already used a Summoning Charm to retrieve everything needed to sort out their daughter, and Hermione began unwrapping the blanket from around Aniella. Aniella's amber eyes remained focus on her mother the entire time she was being changed, remaining open until she was against Hermione's breast.

"I wish I could do nothing but lead a life of eating and sleeping," Hermione jested when the baby was asleep within minutes.

"It goes by quickly, so enjoy it now," Lucius told her. "Before you know it, we'll be sending her off to Hogwarts, waiting to hear that she was in fact sorted into Slytherin."

"Are you trying to make my hair curl more than it is?" Hermione gasped. "She's so tiny; I don't want to think about her leaving me just yet!"

"It's going to happen, Hermione. And I fully plan on hexing every male that dares thinking about coming within twenty feet of my daughter."

"And they say I'm the nutty, overbearing one."

"We both are; I just do a better job at hiding it."

"The hell you do, Lucius. But if it makes you sleep better at night..."

"You know what makes me sleep better at night."

"Yes...having my wife brush my hair."

"Lucius?"

"Yes, love?"

"Do shut up."

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Aniella proved to be a quiet baby, only fussing when she wasn't fed fast enough or whenever her nappy needed changing. At night she still slept in her moses basket in either of her parent's room, the odd times in her cot in the nursery, but only during the day. Hermione had fussed and worried about leaving Aniella alone, until Lucius pointed out that the nursery was fully warded and charmed to let them know if she awoke for any reason.

The first night they placed Aniella in the nursery, Hermione and Lucius both stood in their nightclothes, peering down at their sleeping daughter. Hermione merely wanted to see how Aniella would take to her cot and planned on letting her sleep in the nursery for a couple hours at most, but was wavering back and forth, torn between the choice of leaving her baby alone or carrying her back to their room.

"Hermione, Aniella is two-and-a-half months old; I don't think she's going to up and crawl out of her cot."

"I know that, Lucius, but I can't help worrying," Hermione told him. "I'm going to stay with her for a bit, just to make sure she's alright."

"Well, since there's no convincing you otherwise," he replied, dropping a kiss to her forehead, "I'll be in my study. I need to go over a few things."

Hermione told Lucius goodnight and watched as he walked out of the nursery. There was a bed in the room, and Hermione settled down into it. Aniella had already been fed and was sleeping soundly, completely oblivious to her fretting mother. For twenty minutes, Hermione desperately tried to stay awake, but was soon lulled to sleep by the quietness.

Two hours later, Hermione woke up to find that Aniella had carried on sleeping in her cot without fussing once. She fed and changed her daughter, without her waking up during the midst of it all, and decided to peek in on Lucius. Hermione found the bed neatly made and empty, and surmised that he was still in his study.

Hermione's leather slipper shod feet pattered against the marble floor as she slowly walked downstairs and across the manor. "Come in, love," she heard Lucius say when she knocked on the door.

Lucius was still in his deep blue silk dressing gown, perched behind his desk with a mess of parchment spread out in front of him. "So I take it everything is well with our child?" he asked, looking up with mirth coloring his grey eyes.

"Yes, you were right," Hermione grumbled as she sank down onto the sofa. "She didn't even crack one eye when I fed and changed her."

"Well," Lucius exhaled, coming to sit down next to Hermione. Wrapping his arms around her, Lucius pulled his wife against him. "You smell delicious."

"I smell like milk," she protested with a small laugh. "At least I'm sure I do, because Aniella begins sniffing and nuzzling against me whenever I'm near." Hermione sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side when Lucius began pressing soft kisses along her neck.

"Yet you still smell like my Hermione; the one that loves to spend a fortune on mere skin cream."

Hermione's giggle melted into a sigh as Lucius began kissing her, his lips alone sending shivers down her spine. "I've missed this," she murmured, crawling into his lap in an attempt to get closer while trying to keep her breasts from pressing against his chest.

"You and me both," Lucius drawled as both hands settled around her silk nightgown covered waist. Hermione had insisted that cotton was a more practical material as she was nursing, but Lucius was adamant that if she accidentally ruined a nightgown, he would buy her ten more. Still, she had grown to appreciate the feel of the wispy material against her skin and didn't protest much. "I believe that I owe you a reminder," he continued suggestively, his slender fingers moving down to graze her behind.

"Why is it that we always end up going at each other in your study?" Hermione asked, slipping both arms around Lucius' neck.

"Hmm, because the bedroom is too far away?" he replied, leering at his wife's ample cleavage.

Hermione playfully tugged on his hair, leaving her fingers buried in his nape. "You also forgot because you're impatient," she said in a hushed tone, moving in for another kiss.

"If you could feel what I do when I'm inside of you, I promise that you'd understand my impatience and wouldn't hold it against me." Lucius then shifted Hermione off his lap, pushing her to lie flat on the sofa.

"You lecherous wizard," she said none too accusingly as her husband move to hover over her, keeping the majority of his weight on his elbows. Once Lucius was firmly insinuated between her silk robe and nightgown covered thighs, Hermione wrapped her calves around his. "As usual, you're forgetting that we aren't alone in your study."

"I take it you're still worried about the portraits," Lucius dismissively replied as he began kissing the bared expanse of Hermione's chest. "You shouldn't be; I'm quite certain they're all still fairly put out with you, considering the sound lambasting they previously received."

"Well, they deserved it!" Hermione snapped, growing irritated when she remembered the way they fussed at her when she was in agony. "Either way, I'm not taking off anything until you cast the appropriate charms."

Lucius wasn't above catering to Hermione's whims, and moved from the sofa, crossing over to his desk and snatching up his wand. Hastily flicking it at the portraits lining the wall, Hermione became appeased to see a black cloth covereing each frame. "Yes, that too," he cut off, watching her mouth open. Casting a Silencing Charm as he walked back over to Hermione, Lucius used his wand to cast one more spell before setting it back down.

"Thank you," she smiled, pulling him back over her.

It took longer than Hermione was accustomed to before she was completely aroused, but by the time Lucius slid his hands beneath her nightgown to pull down her knickers, she was eager for him to touch her more intimately.

"Goodness, I've forgotten how good your hands feel," Hermione murmured in a strained voice. Lucius had all of his weight on one elbow, his other hand tracing along her inner thigh. She was unable to keep from shuddering when those familiar fingers slid through the soft curls between her legs, gliding down to stroke the hood of her clit.

Hermione had been vaguely worried about how making love would feel after giving birth. The books she owned hadn't given much information on the topic, and Hermione refused to ask Mrs. Weasley anything. It was her luck that Tonks chose to visit one afternoon, sans Remus, and Hermione's face turned all shades of red before finally getting her question out.

Tonks tried not to laugh but was unsuccessful, and regained control of herself before her staccato laughter could wake up Aniella. Still giggling, she told Hermione that it might be uncomfortable for awhile, but that she would be fine, and it wasn't, to wait awhile before trying again.

Thankfully, Lucius' skilled hands and mouth were currently employed in a fashion that rendered Hermione oblivious to anything else.

"Is it only me, or do you also detect a sense of déjà vu?" he asked, his lips brushing over Hermione's bent left knee.

"No, you're right," she laughed between moans. "Except it was your ottoman that first go around. Surprisingly enough, we've covered every other surface in your study, but never made our way back to the Transfigured ottoman."

"Would you like to remedy that?" Lucius purred, a wicked grin on his lips.

"Oh, fine!" Hermione uttered, grinning as Lucius helped her off the sofa. He made quick wand work of rearranging the furniture, and soon the large, Transfigured leather piece dominated much of his ornately carpeted floor. "Lucius, did it really need to be the size of your bed?"

"I'm thorough in all ways," he replied, pulling Hermione down next to him and tugging off her robe. "Now if memory serves me correctly, we were disturbed the first time. I will not hesistate to curse the first person that deems to knock on that door." He pushed her to lie flat on the ottoman, running a hand over her stomach.

"I'm sure we won't have that problem now," Hermione assured, slipping her arms around Lucius' waist and beneath his pajama top, eagerly clutching onto his warm skin. "Off, take it off," she directed, her little hands impatiently moving to his shoulders, attempting to push the sleeves of the silk dressing gown down both arms.

Lucius kneeled upright between Hermione's splayed legs, removing his dressing gown and pajama top. "Am I suitable?" he asked upon seeing his wife intently gazing at his bare chest.

"Hmm, almost," she thoughtfully replied, now running a finger along the waistband of his pajama bottoms. "But these are easy enough to move out of my way."

"Really? I'll have to see about that," Lucius remarked, moving to slide up Hermione's body with all the grace of a feline.

Hermione closed her eyes once more and arched into his touch. The Transfigured ottoman was long and wide enough that it afforded the opportunity for either to freely move about without the fear of falling off. Hermione stretched her legs out alongside Lucius', their bare feet tangled and pressed together.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, love," she gently chided when Lucius began travelling towards her chest. "Unless you want to get your face wet."

Lucius let out a throaty chuckle, but pressed a kiss right above the swells of her breasts before skipping them and moving to her stomach. "Sorry; but they're damnably tempting."

Smiling when his lips made a trail back up to her face, Hermione enjoyed the chaste kisses Lucius pressed on her lips, cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips again. His tongue flicked out at Hermione's lips, seeking entrance to her warm mouth. She eagerly returned his kiss, moaning softly when she felt his teeth gently tugging on her bottom lip. Soft, blond hair hung down in a curtain around their faces and tickled her cheeks and collarbone, and Hermione was unable to keep her fist from clenching around the silky tresses.

Protesting when Lucius gave her one last kiss, Hermione watched as he repositioned himself between her thighs. Long fingers pushed the nightgown up to her navel, blond hair tickling her once more when Lucius kissed her abdomen.

Hermione managed to avoid stretch marks as a result of diligently using the cream that Molly had given her early on in her pregnancy, yet her stomach wasn't as flat as it had been before. Still, it seemed as if Lucius didn't mind, as he was intent on kissing every inch of her that wasn't covered by the nightgown.

"Your body is perfect, Hermione, now let go," he murmured, prying at her balled-up hands until they relaxed against his. Hermione didn't realize that she'd been gripping onto her nightgown, and felt slightly foolish when Lucius forced her hands to the side.

"Sorry," she sighed, turning her hands palm down to touch the smooth leather beneath her.

Lucius continued with his leisurely exploration of her body, his fingertips grazing over each sensitive area before his tongue followed behind. He hadn't even returned to her sensitive core and already there was a slight pulsing taking place.

Hermione bit back the urge to swear when his nimble fingers finally delved lower, delicately separating her folds to expose her increasingly wet entrance. She finally released her restrained exultation when Lucius used both hands to gently cup and massage the entire area. Each deft movement sent a jolt to her clitoris, and Hermione was soon begging for him to touch it directly.

Somewhat conceding, Lucius brushed one knuckle against the stiffened nub, enjoying the way Hermione's hips rose up off the ottoman at the contact.

"Lu-ci-us!" Hermione groaned, enunciating each syllable of his name between clenched teeth. She knew that he knew what she wanted, and was growing irritated at the agonizing denial.

"Has it occurred to you that I'm taking my time for a reason?" he asked in a lazy tone, sliding his tongue along Hermione's inner thigh.

"I don't care!" she erupted, her hips thrashing about. "I feel like I'm going to catch fire if you don't give me more."

Lucius merely chuckled, yet continued tracing his fingers along her outer labia, occasionally allowing Hermione to dictate where she wanted his touch by grinding her crotch against his hand. She was on the verge of berating Lucius again when both hands suddenly curled around her thighs, firmly pushing them back.

Hermione let out a shrill cry at the first touch of his warm tongue as it sought out her fluttering entrance and finally her clit. Her body writhed and twisted of its own accord as Lucius swirled and teased the engorged bud with the tip of his tongue, pulling a deep groan from his wife when his entire mouth suckled the entire area.

The trembling witch was soon on a verge of climax when Lucius paused, easing one finger inside of her body, and then a second when Hermione didn't protest at the intrusion. Her heels fervently dug into his upper back when his tongue resumed its long, lazy strokes against her core.

"Yes, love, yes!" she chanted along with a litany of other intelligible sounds. Copious amounts of her juices were pooling into Lucius' palm, although the pace of his gently thrusting fingers never changed.

It took a few more fruitful strokes of Lucius' tongue before Hermione cried shrilly as she went firmly over the edge, her nails digging into the leather ottoman and her body shuddering from head to toe. Tremors were still coursing throughout her belly and thighs when Lucius moved back over her, his fervent kisses muffling the little whimpers that continued to escape from her parted lips.

Still fighting to catch her breath, Hermione held onto Lucius' shoulders when she noticed him fumbling around between their bodies. Tilting her hips up and feeling his erection pressing against her thigh, she realized that he'd removed his pajama bottoms at some unknown point.

"All right?" Lucius asked after he'd started nudging halfway into her body.

Hermione paused, finding that his penetration wasn't really painful yet not completely comfortable. "Just...try to go slowly, please."

"I can do that," he replied, burying his face into the side of her neck. Lucius continued to move at an excruciatingly slow pace, halting all movement when Hermione keened softly, her short nails digging into his biceps.

Lucius had moved all the way inside of her, the wideness of his shaft yielding a burning sensation to her clenched channel. Shifting his weight to his other arm, he was about to apologize when Hermione yelped in pain again. "Should I stop?"

"If you do, I'll hex you," she threatening, laughing and grimacing at the same time. "You're leaning on my hair-ouch!"

Lucius chuckled, lifting his arm and allowing Hermione to tug her curls free. "Sorry about that; I was trying to keep my weight off your breasts."

"Well, my hair is safely out of your path now," she replied, tentatively flexing her muscles around his cock. "It doens't hurt all that much now; I think you can move."

Lowering his head to kiss his wife, Lucius began a placid ingress, still making an effort to keep an easy pace. Despite Hermione telling him that it no longer hurt, he noticed her brow furrowing a few times, and kissed her temple as if to make up for the pain.

"It somewhat hurts, but it feels good," she moaned when Lucius asked if she was all right for the second time. "I'll be fine."

Lucius continued to watch Hermione's face until the line between her eyebrows disappeared. Her body soon relaxed beneath his, moans of pleasure escaping from her slackened mouth. Rowing his hips marginally faster into Hermione's, he felt her wall fluttering, a short precursor to another climax. With a few more smooth and well-aimed thrusts, Hermione found herself going over once again.

The two paused once when things because uncomfortable for Hermione again, and she was apologetic as she used her wand to cast a lubricating spell. Lucius told her to stop apologizing, and they resumed their lovemaking without stopping.

Lucius had grown quite vocal, and along with steadily thrusting into Hermione's body, was huskily groaning all the naughty things he couldn't wait to do to her. Hermione knew it was sort of necessary for him to hold back at the moment, but the thought alone of Lucius carrying out each intended deed, coupled with the sensation of his hips grinding into hers, was enough to make her come hard enough to see stars.

Almost four months' of pent up repressed hunger for his wife had been released in such a thorough manner that Lucius was also rendered incapable of moving for a minute. He'd collapsed on top of Hermione, the witch not even complaining when he began idly stroking her breasts through the nightgown.

"I tried to warn you," Hermione chuckled weakly when Lucius pulled back a somewhat damp hand.

"And I told you that I didn't mind," he replied, boldly pulling the bodice of Hermione's nightgown down beneath her full breasts, and gently swirling his tongue around one erect nipple. Hermione didn't realize how sensitive her skin was, and audibly sucked in air at the acute sensation. Lucius hummed appreciatively as he moved to the other breast, his fingers picking up where his mouth had left off at the other one.

"Of course you don't," Hermione laughed, kissing Lucius when his face came over hers. "I should go check on Aniella."

"I would expect nothing less," Lucius drawled as he stood up from the ottoman, holding his hands out to Hermione. He used his wand to resituate things in his study and then Accio'd their robes and Hermione's wand. "But at the very least, we can stop by the bedroom first." Before Hermione could say another word, Lucius firmly pulled her against his side and Apparated them to the bedroom.

The two shared a hasty shower, narrowly avoiding a repeat performance of their activities in the study. Hermione had finished toweling off and was wearing a fresh nightgown when Lucius told her that he would go to the nursery. A few minutes later, he returned with their wide-awake daughter, her brown eyes focused on her father's face.

"She was awake?" Hermione erupted, looking as if she was about to cry.

"Relax," Lucius drawled. "Yes, Aniella was awake, sucking on her fingers and behaving as if she didn't have a care in the world. I told you there was nothing to worry about."

Hermione still had one eyebrow raised as Lucius got into bed and set Aniella down between them. The infant continued smacking her little rosebud lips, both hands and feet steadily moving.

"It looks like someone else has caught their second wind," Lucius chuckled, shifting to lay on his side and stroking Aniella's clenched fist with one finger.

"No kidding," Hermione replied, running one hand over her ruffled blonde curls. "Aniella, did you fancy your cot?"Aniella slowly turned her head at the sound of her mother's voice, her lips stretching into a smile when Hermione continued talking to her. "Lucius, look! Did you see that?"

"Yes, I did," he chuckled, reaching over to gently tickle Aniella's still kicking legs. "Are you laughing at your lovely Mummy?"

It seemed as if Aniella had no plans on returning to sleep anytime soon. Hermione and Lucius managed to make her smile repeatedly, and it was evident that she was enjoying the attention from her parents.

"Lucius?" Hermione murmured sleepily an hour later. Aniella was cradled in her arm, her blinks becoming slow as she suckled at her mother's breast.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"You're staring again," she whispered.

"In the words of Ginevra-you're mine, and I'll stare if I want to."

"That's it. I'm cutting down on the amount of time you and Ginny see each other. It's clear that she's a bad influence on you. Who knows what you'll be demanding next, sex on a regular basis? We both know where that leads to," Hermione teased.

"Of course we do-you fainting beneath me, and the bed sheets half ripped off the mattress. Oh, and half a dozen portraits bemoaning over the noise."

"Oh my goodness-you know what? You are positively incorrigible, Lucius Malfoy. I love you, now goodnight."

Lucius' deep chuckled punctuated the dim light of the bedroom. "And I love you, Hermione Malfoy."
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