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In Fond Remembrance	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the very witty and very rich JK Rowling. I do not make any make any money - from this story. I do own the computer this was typed on.

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“There is a male Malfoy heir,” Hermione corrected.
“Don’t cross me, mudblood! Draco has ONE bastard and she hasn’t any BOLLOCKS!”
“ONE MORE COMMENT about my FAMILY and I WILL —” Draco threatened.
Jinxes passed between the married combatants — neutralized with inconsistent results by Harry.
Peering down through his glasses, the official commented without imparting any indication of the content.
“Oh…
“Umm…
“I see…
“Is that so?…
“Umhm…
“That would follow, yes…”
After the longest twelve minutes in Draco’s life, the man looked up over his glasses to make his announcement.
“All assets and titles of the Malfoy legacy are to be returned to Draco Malfoy. The annulment is granted without prejudice; the prenuptial settlement shall be considered payment in full for all current and future claims by Ms. Greengrass. This hearing is adjourned.”
“LIKE BLOODY HELL IT IS! Where’s my money!? Nothing’s CHANGED!” Astoria shrieked, ignoring the nausea clawing up her throat.
“In truth, Ms. Greengrass,” — Draco’s support team noted the name change — “it has. These parchments indicate that Ms. Granger carries a male Malfoy.”
“TWO Malfoy males” Hermione corrected with a satisfied smirk at Astoria.
Draco’s head spun so hard the room heard his neck ratcheting to stare at his common law wife.
“Lioness!?!?”
Placing a finger to his lips, Hermione smiled broadly and pointed for Draco to listen to the Ministry official.
“Therefore, as today was the last day to satisfy the terms of the trust and Mr. Malfoy has done so, we have concluded the hearing. Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger. It would be a pleasure to officiate your marriage.”
From the seat where Astoria’s boyfriend perched came screaming that Harry, Ginny and Hermione immediately recognized.
“Wait a fucking minute! Does this mean we got NOTHING from that tosser!? Astoria — you said we’d get the Manor and the money!? What fucking happened!?”
“Once again,” Hermione explained patiently, “you’ve stuck your pisser in the wrong woman, Ronald. And this time you’ll be stuck with each other.”
Like most pure-blood trust fund babies, Astoria now had obligations to her legacy; she’d have to carry the child to term and raise the child to avoid losing her own family bequest. And she’d have to marry Ronald Bilius Weasley (who dropped the disillusionment charm in his fury at remaining poor) as he’d impregnated her and met the spousal requirements — he was a pure-blood.
A hex came flying at Draco.
“HOW DID YOU GET HER PREGNANT AND NOT ME!?” his ex-wife screamed through tears.
She always looked good in green… Draco thought as nausea and rage colored Astoria’s cheeks and neck.
“Good question,” Draco replied from under the table where he’d taken cover, “I do seem to have no trouble keeping Hermione ‘fulfilled’.”
Harry blocked a hex Hermione missed as she danced away from a charging Ronald Weasley.
“YOU’D SHAG THAT FUCKING FERRET BUT NOT COME HOME FROM WORK TO SHAG ME!? You’d better BLOODY WELL explain THAT!”
Ginny tattooed her youngest brother with a bat bogey that covered his head and nearly suffocated him. Consumed with trying to breathe, Ron Weasley dropped to his knees and abandoned his stalking of Hermione. George grinned in mischievous delight at the melee. He’d gleefully surrendered his wand when they’d allowed him to bring his briefcase. In it lay an unlimited inventory of every Weasley product along with a few experimental items he hadn’t shown Hermione yet.
The surviving Weasley twin started small — turning his ginger git of a brother’s hair pink and attaching a dog’s tail to Astoria, claiming it “completed her bitch outfit” — before digging deeper down for more ingenious products. Harry found himself caught between trying to control Astoria, Daphne and the Greengrass parents and trying to stop George and Ginny from escalating the conflict.
Near the exit (which auto-sealed them all in when the fight started) Narcissa steered a very queasy Hermione into a comfortable chair and cast a shield spell around the two of them.
“So I shall be the grand-mere of three?”
“If I can eat enough to keep these two happy.”
“How far along are you, if I may ask?”
“Three weeks. I saw a muggle physician first; they have tech—”
Hermione considered how much she didn’t want to explain the difference between science and magic right now and changed her word choice.
“— a different kind of magic that can detect a pregnancy in a week.”
“So your little respite with Draco???…”
“I hoped I’d figured it out. It took me long enough.”
“Lucius and I adore Lyra and we will welcome these two. I’m sure they’ll be the handsomest half-blood babies born in the Manor.”
Hermione stayed voicing any objections to a home birth as they had plenty of time and the mere thought of it increased the turmoil in her innards.
“Draco and I plan to marry.”
Nothing about Hermione’s tone implied they were seeking permission.
“My son is happy and successful for the first time in a long time. If Merlin will cease fucking with our family,” and Hermione barked in laughter: Narcissa Malfoy cursed, “we shall see a new era where my grandchildren become the most powerful — and the nicest — witches and wizards in the country.”
Having spent time around Draco, Hermione recognized the subtle megalomania hidden in the compliment.
“Are you planning to have more children? Is that possible?”
“Based on the magic surrounding the Malfoy legacy, I’m not sure we can avoid it. Until 300 years ago, Malfoy males typically produced 7 or 8 legitimate children and several more illegitimate.”
“Eight little angels! I shall be the proudest grand-mere in our community. We need to get you home and fed — an empty or nervous stomach will keep you ill.”
With a wave of her hand, Narcissa froze every combatant in place. The door unlocked automatically with an audible “click”.
“You! Guard! We’re leaving as my daughter is pregnant and in need of sustenance and rest. Please handle the situation behind us and send my son to her as soon as possible,” and with another wave (after she and Hermione crossed the threshold) she released the spell.
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On his return from the gardens with Lyra, Lucius found Narcissa sitting on a chair in their salon reading an ancient book of poetry to Hermione who reclined on the lounge surrounded by an assortment of nausea-friendly food and drink.
“Come, child. Let us find ourselves something sweet to nibble. Then I’ll show you how to cast a wandless jelly-legs jinx.”
“Grand-pere? Pourquoi souriez-vous [Why are you smiling]?”
Narcissa’s calm recitation and Hermione’s food choices — along with the fact that neither Malfoy mate was packing furiously to leave the Manor — revealed all Lucius required for now. He’d catch up with Narcissa after a long, slow bedroom session.
“Je suis heureux. Nous resterons dans notre maison et vous aurons une playmate bientôt. Notre famille se agrandit [I am pleased. We shall be staying in our home and you shall have a playmate soon. Our family is expanding].”
Lyra distinctly remembered that she had no idea what her grandfather meant.
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