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Accidental Blood Bond	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 45434 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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A/N: Everything you see here is purely for comedic purposes. With that being said sorry that I suck for this horribly late update, but please enjoy!

Hermione had been sure that Lucius had exaggerated, even if it was just a bit, when he'd told her stories about Draco as a child. From what her mum had told her, Hermione had never been one to get into a lot, only fussing when she wanted to be read to and a book wasn't procured hastily enough.

A one-and-half-year old Aniella, on the other hand, was a different story.

No matter the expensive toys and cuddly animals her father, half-brother, or uncles from her extended family purchased for her, she always preferred to play with her mother's wand, her father's walking stick, or anything else that wasn't meant for little ones. Like her mother she favoured books, but at that point it was merely to throw them around, only capitulating to settling down whenever she felt like being read to. There was only one toy that Aniella would give more than a scant moment's attention to, and that had been a scraggly stuffed bunny that belonged to Hermione when she was a baby. Time after time Hermione had attempted to coax Aniella's attention away with the threadbare toy that had been aptly named Sir Cory after a character in one of her childhood picture books.

Aniella would hug Sir Cory for all of half a minute, before chucking the gray bunny down and sticking her little fingers inside of her mother's shirt, trying to fish out her wand. Hermione hadn't even realized that Aniella noticed her using her wand until one day when they'd been napping in her bedroom, her daughter securely tucking against her side. Hermione had wakened up to the feel of something wet falling down on her forehead, and opened her eyes to see her daughter fully awake and sitting comfortably atop her chest. She had the length of wood clutched in one pudgy hand, happily waving it back and forth, pearly white baby teeth exposed as she giggled at the little snowflakes fluttering down from above her head, landing on her wispy golden curls and clinging to them like shards of diamond. Hastily extricating the wand from Aniella's grasp, Hermione vanished the remnants of snowflakes that had settled onto her bed, rent between the urge to laugh and groan. After that, she'd made sure to tell Lucius, Draco, and anyone else to keep their wands firmly out of reach of the tenacious little girl.

Lucius hadn't been any better. He doted upon his daughter to the point that Hermione wondered if he was taken leave of his senses. Another day, soon after the incident with the wand, Hermione had been playing hide-and-seek with Aniella in the drawing room, pretending that she was unable to hear the little baby laughs or the patter of soft feet as Aniella scampered away, attempting to hide.

When time came for Hermione to look for her daughter, she looked behind the great, velvet curtains that went from ceiling to floor, behind a suit of armor propped up in a corner, and beneath the table. Aniella usually took to hiding behind one of the great armchairs or sofas, all the while giggling, thinking that she'd done something terribly crafty. However, this time she'd found a new place to hide, and Hermione broadly grinned, peeping her head behind the sofa and only seeing the tapestry covering the floor.

Frowning slightly, she checked behind the armchairs, also meeting empty air, and tried not to panic as she searched the rest of the drawing room. Panic began setting in as she continued running throughout the house, lifting every curtain and checking every possible space for Aniella to hide in, all the while telling herself Lucius is going to kill me! I've lost our daughter, how the hell do I explain that I've lost our daughter in our own house?

Finally running in the direction of Lucius' drawing room and barreling through the solid oak door, Hermione was panting and out of breath, barely able to speak as she tried to explain the situation to her shocked looking husband, who was sitting behind his desk, quill in hand and calmly scribbling things on a sheaf of parchment.

"What is it?" he asked, curiosity flooding his grey eyes as he appraised his agitated spouse.

"Ani...can't...find...."

"Deep breaths, Hermione. What is this about Aniella?"

By then Lucius had pushed back in his chair away from his desk, putting his quill down and walking over to Hermione.

"I...can't...we were..."

Lucius elegantly raised one eyebrow, walking over to his drink table and picking up a crystal tumbler, filled a glass with water and pressed it into Hermione's hand. She all but gulped the water down in three breaths, her face turning red before blurting out "I've lost Aniella!"

Hermione grew further agitated when Lucius merely contemplated her with slight interest, casually leaning against the edge of his desk, folding both arms across his chest. Fighting back the urge to snap at her husband, who was the pinnacle of calm, looking completely collected with his blond hair unbound and cascading down the back of his brocade waistcoat, Hermione refilled her water glass and sipped it more slowly this go around.

"Lucius, did you hear me? I said that I can't find Aniella! We were playing hide-and-seek and usually she stays in-"

The edge of Lucius' mouth had curled up ever so slightly, the rest of his face remaining impassive. "Perhaps you need to look more closely," he silkily suggested much to his wife's consternation.

"Look more closely-Lucius Malfoy, you get that smirk off your face before I-" Hermione was brought up short, her agitated brown eyes falling down to her husband's black shoes that had been polished to a gleam, straying over a bit to see a pair of chubby, baby feet peeking out from beneath his massive desk. Nearly collapsing with relief as her panic fizzled, Hermione met Lucius' now mirthful grey eyes, although his mouth betrayed nothing of the fact that his little daughter had been hiding beneath his desk the entire time.

"I wonder where Aniella is?" Hermione asked, switching to a playful tone, although not before taking the opportunity to soundly slap Lucius on the arm. Circling to the back of his his desk, she pretended to look around for a bit before dropping to her knees, reaching both arms into the open space and withdrawing a loudly giggling and squealing Aniella. "I've found you!" Hermione trilled, kissing her daughter's pink cheek before softly chastising her. "Why did you frighten Mummy like that?"

The happy little golden-haired witch thought everything was one big joke, and continued giggling and swaying back and forth in her mother's arms.

"Oh yes, did you think it would funny to hide under Daddy's desk?"

"Yes!" Aniella laughed, before reaching her arms out to Lucius. "Up, Daddy, up!"

Hermione shook her head as Aniella nearly tumbled out of her arms in aims of stretching towards her father. Lucius chuckled and easily caught his daughter, securing her against his body with one arm.

"She knows who to go to if she's naughty," Hermione mused around Aniella's continued sing-song babbling of "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," while her little fingers pulled on the ornate button at the collar of her father's white dress shirt, before moving up to twist and tug on his sleek pale blond hair. Within the span of a second, something on Lucius' desk caught Aniella's attention, and she scrambled to get out of his arms to climb down onto the wooden surface that was cluttered with piles of parchment, ledgers, and his quill.

"No, Aniella, that isn't for you," Lucius chastised when he realized that she had her sights set on his quill. "Be nice," he continued when she paused to stare him directly in the eye, with a defiant look that was pure Malfoy.

"This little girl," Hermione sighed, moving to sit down on the sofa. Lucius sat opposite his wife, placing Aniella on his knee. "I hope we weren't interrupting anything."

"There's nothing so pressing to keep my from my wife and child," he replied, becoming amused as Aniella turned around in his lap and pressed her little hands against his chest. She then stood up, balancing herself with one hand on Lucius' shoulder, her bright brown eyes intently focused on his moving mouth. Aniella slowly crept her other hand up to his face, placing her tiny forefinger between Lucius' lips, squealing in delight when he pretended to ignore her before playfully nipping at her hand.

"Aniella, are you going to let Daddy finish his work?"

"Nooo," she sang, her blonde curls bouncing as she vehemently shook her head back and forth. Losing interest in her father's lips, Aniella climbed down from Lucius' lap, regaining her balance before darting back over to his desk.

"I'll get her," Lucius said, motioning for Hermione to stay in her seat when she began to get up. "I actually don't mind the break; Severus is supposed to be stopping by in a bit." Deftly reaching his fast moving daughter before her little hands were able to grab hold of his walking stick that had been perched against the wall in a corner, Lucius scooped Aniella back up into his arms and returned to his armchair. Aniella continued wriggling around, her well of energy seemingly unending.

"If only we could bottle that rambunctiousness and infuse it into a draught," a deep voice called from the now open door of the study. "I would be able to retire tomorrow."

"SEVVUS!!" Aniella screamed, nearly leaping out of Lucius' lap to run over to the tall, black robed wizard.

"Aniella!" Hermione reprimanded, yet partially amused by the way her daughter casually addressed the professor. "Sorry about that," she told Severus. "For some reason she varies between calling every male that isn't Lucius 'uncle', or merely using everyone’s first name."

Right on cue, Aniella began chanting her father's named, unable to get her lips and tongue around each syllable and Lucius coming out as 'Shooshus'.

"Shooshus, shooshus," Anielle went on chanting, curling one hand around the bottom of Severus' black frock coat and pulling on it, beckoning him to follow her.

“Not Lucius, Daddy,” Hermione called from across the room. “That’s Daddy.”

"Where are we going, little one?" Severus asked, allowing the miniature witch to lead him into the room and sitting down on the sofa next to Hermione when she stopped. Aniella's little feet slipped on the sofa cushions as she attempted to climb up between the two, and Severus easily slipped his hands beneath her armpits and helped her up.

Hermione was horrified to watch as her daughter proceeded to balance herself on Severus' right thigh, her tiny hands pulling on the round, jet buttons of his coat, tenaciously trying to get them unfastened.

"For the love of Merlin, I cannot believe what my child is doing," Hermione mumbled, reaching out to pull Aniella away from Severus. "No, darling, that isn't polite."

Aniella refused to be swayed, and finally tried sticking her little fingers beneath the spaces of Severus' buttons, obviously looking for something.

"I will admit, your child is remarkably bright to be so young," Severus chuckled as Hermione finally got a protesting Aniella into her arms, trying to still her flailing limbs. He then partially unbuttoned his frock coat, reaching into his inner pocket and handing over a length of dark, polished wood that closely resembled his wand to the little girl, who immediately settled down and happily waved it back and forth from her place on Hermione's lap.

"Relax, Hermione, it's a toy wand," Severus quietly reassured when he noticed the way her shoulders tensed. "The most Aniella can do is make bubbles with it."

"You never keep your wand in your pocket," Lucius frowned. "You usually have it up your sleeve."

"Obviously. But apparently your daughter was cunning enough to know that I'd changed tactics after my last visit. She came very close to taking my wand, too."

Hermione shook her head, moving back slightly to avoid one of the bubbles that popped out of the tip of Aniella's wand and floated up near her face. "I don't know what to say about that. Anyway, Aniella did you say thank you for your present?"

"Thank you, Sevvus," Aniella beamed in a show of baby teeth.

"That's Uncle Severus," Hermione firmly corrected, not wanting her daughter to go on with her. Severus had laughed the first time Aniella called him uncle, but he hadn't minded and the name stuck.

"Unca Sevvus," the little girl amended, still waving her wand about and sending bubbles floating around the study.

"You know, I've been prone to being called many names, but I can't remember ever hearing 'Sevvus'," the black-haired wizard mused.

"Is that right, Sevvus? Shall we refer to you as 'Headmaster Sevvus' from now on?" Lucius asked, unable to resist chuckling.

"Be quiet, Shooshus," Severus snapped back, softly enough for Aniella to not overhear. Hermione was also shaking with suppressed laughter, until Severus turned his attention on her. "And what does this lovely little one call you, Hermione?" he drawled, putting loud emphasis on her name.

"Hemonininn," Aniella promptly rattled off, as expected, all the while still waving her toy wand about. Lucius and Severus were unable to contain their mirth, and didn't even try to muffle their laughter. Aniella's brown eyes widened as she looked up at the two chortling wizards, trying to decipher what it was that made them laugh. Hermione, trying to discourage further antics from her daughter, picked up the hand that held the toy wand and slowly waved it so that even more bubbles flew from the tip.

Thankful when Aniella's attention was diverted as she ranged between giggling and screaming at the sight of bubbles that were now copiously floating about, she beckoned her mother to show her how to move the wand again.

"You two are horrid!" Hermione hissed to the two wizards underneath her breath, now holding the toy wand that Aniella had shoved into her hand, the little girl now darting back and forth, enthralled with trying to catch the bubbles. "What would you do if one of your students called you by your first name, Severus?"

"Assign them so many months' worth of detention until they forgot why they initially came to Hogwarts," he smoothly replied.

"Why did I even ask?" Hermione griped rhetorically.

Hermione couldn’t believe it. Her normally overactive yet sweet daughter was actually attempting to stare her down, little rosebud lips puckered into a pout, and identical brown eyes angrily looking up. Hermione had been trying to entertain Aniella for the past half hour. So far they’d gone through three books, all of which Hermione had been able to read all of two pages from each. Mr. Cory had been relegated to a corner of the nursery, sitting on top of one of the books, and even the toy wand that Severus bought for Aniella was unable to hold her interest.

On days like so Hermione would take Aniella for walks in the garden, or for a visit with her godparents, Harry and Ginny, at Grimmauld Place, or Floo to the Burrow to see ‘Nana Molly”. However, the downpour that was beating down over Malfoy Manor left them with little room to do anything that had to do with going outdoors.

Hermione reasoned that she could Floo to the Burrow, but Aniella almost always preferred running around the Weasleys’ farm, poking around in the dirt or trying to terrorize the garden gnomes.

The only thing Aniella knew at the moment was that she wanted to go outside, her young mind comprehending that her mum was being unreasonable. Instead of throwing herself on the carpet and banging her fists in a tantrum, Aniella shot her mother a look that was pure, spoilt Malfoy, and Hermione fervently resisting the urge to laugh, half expecting Aniella to soon put her hands on her non-existent hips.

“Come here,” Hermione said, picking her up and walking over to the large bay windows. “Do you see that rain? If we go out into it, you’ll catch a cold. Do you want to become ill?”

Aniella look out into the rain, back to her mother, and then back out of the window again. The look on her face clearly said that she didn’t care about the rain, that she was tired of being cooped up the house and wanted to go outside.

Aniella wasn’t the only cranky one that wanted out. Hermione had put a book on hold at Flourish and Blotts, and desperately wanted to pop into Diagon Alley. Lucius suggested that they owl her the book, or that he could pick it up for her, but Hermione was adamant that she wanted to go to the store herself, in aims of further perusal of more books that weren’t a part of her already vast collection.

Face crumpling up and waterworks starting, Aniella began a low wailing, tears trickling down her fat cheeks. Hermione was trying to placate her upset daughter when a knock came from the nursery door.

“What are you doing to my little sister?” Draco asked, sauntering in and walking over to the two.

“Aniella’s bored. She wants to go outside, but look at that sky! We’d get drenched in seconds,” Hermione explained, patting her sobbing daughter’s back. “I’m a bit annoyed as well; I wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts to pick up a book I’d ordered.”

“Well, why can’t you use a water-repelling charm?” Draco suggested. “Is the rain going to make you melt if you get wet?”

Hermione wanted to cackle at the joke Draco had unwittingly uttered, thinking back to the Wicked Witch of the West from the Muggle story ‘The Wizard of Oz’, her demise brought on by an accidentally yet well-aimed pail of water.

“No, I won’t melt, but I don’t Aniella to catch cold either.”

“You worry too much, Gran-Hermione,” Draco chided, watching a now silent Aniella sucking on her thumb, residual tears still clinging to her lashes as she looked at her half-brother. She then held her arms out to the young man, who took her from Hermione. “Do you want to go outside?”

Aniella nodded her head; thumb still in mouth and her other hand twirling about in her blonde curls.

“Do you have a raincoat or a slicker for her?” Draco asked, now looking at Hermione.

“Yes, and rain boots as well,” Hermione frowned, peering at her silent daughter. “What are you planning?”

“I’m taking my little sister outside, what else?” he replied haughtily. “All right, where is everything?”

The rain had started to taper off, now falling in a gentle patter against the nursery windows. Hermione paused, but finally conceded, and walked off to Aniella’s closet to get her coat.

“Draco, you’d better not let my daughter get sick,” she snapped, watching as the blond wizard dutifully knelt before the little girl, who was sitting on a low stool, allowing Draco to put a pair of pink Wellies on her feet, followed by its matching slicker.

“Relax, Hermione,” he dismissed. “Mum used to take me out to play in the rain all the time, and I never got sick. Goodness, what sort of childhood did you have?”

“I didn’t like getting wet or dirty,” Hermione shot back before sighing in defeat. “Are you sure you can handle her by yourself? Speaking of which, where’s Alyvya?”

“Yes, I can handle Aniella. How hard can it be? She only comes up to my knee,” Draco assured, ignoring the smirk that crossed Hermione’s features. “And Alyvya is in my room having a lie down, she has a headache and I told her to take a nap.”

“So what prompted you to come over here?” Hermione quipped, causing Draco to cast her a disparaging look.

“Maybe I heard my little sister screaming bloody murder and wanted to investigate.”

“Oh, be quiet Draco! Stop exaggerating, she was not crying that hard.”

“Whatever you say,” he loftily replied, withdrawing his wand and Conjuring his own pair of black rain boots. Deftly putting it back in his jacket pocket before Aniella was able to see it, Draco then slipped off his shiny oxfords and replaced them with the boots.

“And where is your raincoat, stepson?” she added, smugly emphasizing the last word.

“I don’t need one, stepmummy,” Draco shot back, making Hermione flick him on the arm with her hand. “You know, you shouldn’t get so violent in front of my little sister, it’s unbecoming.”

“For the love of Circe and Merlin, just take Aniella and go, before I hex every last blond strand off the top of your arrogant little head!”

“Come on, Aniella,” Draco coaxed, bending down to take hold of her hand. “Some people-I won’t say any names but it rhymes with ‘Rerione’-need to take a Calming Draught.”

“HEMIONONIN!!!” Aniella screeched, her baby laughter echoing off the walls after a chuckling Draco led her out of the nursery.

Hermione sat in the large bay windows of the library, her fingers between the pages of a half-closed book that was in her lap as she watched Draco swinging Aniella around in his arms, in between helping her to find puddles to splash about in. Their almost identical blond hair was soaked and plastered to their heads, and Hermione was unable to tell was having more fun, Draco or Aniella.

Finally letting go of her anxiety and settling onto the sofa, Hermione reopened her book and begin reading where she’d last left off. She’d gotten all of five minutes worth of reading in when someone knocked at the library door.

“Come in,” Hermione said, leaning up to cast one last look out of the window before turning back around. “Hi, are you feeling better now?” she asked as Alyvya made her way over to the sofa.

“A little, yes, thanks,” she smiled. “I swear they need to outlaw monthly cycles. Besides my back and stomach going to war with one another, I get this pounding in my head that refuses to relent.”

“I’ve been there,” Hermione sympathized. “I think I have some pain potion in my room if you need.”

“Draco already gave me one, thanks. I was fine afterward but he still insisted that I lie down, instead of coming with him to see if you were here with Aniella.”

“That little troll made out as if he just happened to come on this side of the house,” Hermione laughed. “Anyway, he didn’t run screaming when you told him that you were on?”

“No,” Alyvya chuckled, “He just got this silly look on his face before getting my potion, and then asked if I needed anything else.”

“I hope you took advantage!”

“Of course, Hermione, I’m not daft,” she giggled. “He rubbed my back until I fell asleep. Needless to say, I had not one complaint.”

The two laughed until Hermione got the urge to peer out of the window again. Frowning when she saw the empty garden, it was moments later when the library door opened again, Draco entering with Aniella in his arms, followed by Lucius.

“Good afternoon,” Lucius greeted as he walked over to kiss Hermione.

“What is this, party in the library?” Draco asked, his pale blond hair still darkened from the rain and hanging in strings around his face. Aniella grinned from the perch of his arms, looking quite comfortable and as if she was content to remain there.

“I wanted to say hello to Hermione,” Alyvya explained as she waved at Aniella. Aniella proceeded to wiggle her way out of Draco’s arms until he set her down on the floor, walking over to her mother and Alyvya.

“Did you have a nice time with Draco?” Lucius, who was now sitting across from the two witches, asked his daughter.

“Dwaco,” Aniella replied as if that meant ‘yes’.

“At least she didn’t call him uncle,” Hermione mused, her hands now unfastening the buttons on Aniella’s pink slicker before putting her on her knee to pull off her boots and socks. “Are you ready for your bath?” she asked, running her fingers through Aniella’s damp curls.

“No, no no, Dwaco,” she sang, swinging her legs back and forth. “Mummy, no bath.”

“Yes, Aniella, bathtime,” Hermione told her, picking up one of Aniella’s little hands and holding it up. “Look at your hands, they’re filthy.”Aniella examined her hands with mild curiosity, and then peered up at her mother with disinterest before shaking her head. Before she could protest again, Hermione swept Aniella up and began walking out of the library. The miniature witch began screaming for her brother, opening and closing her little fists and reaching towards him as if she was being carted off to prison and would never see him again.

“Aniella! Stop that, you can see Draco once you’ve had your bath!”

“DWACO!!!”

Aniella’s mournful sobs rang throughout the hallway, becoming dimmer the further away Hermione walked. Draco’s grey eyes were widened with surprise, Lucius’ as well, only he was chuckling.

“It sounds as if Aniella thoroughly enjoyed your company,” he drawled, raising an eyebrow at his son “What did you do that has her so intent on staying by your side?”

“She wanted to go outside and I took her to play in the rain!” Draco said defensively, his delicate features slightly crumpled into a frown. “She was screaming her head off when I first went to the nursery.”

“You’ve got that magic touch, Draco,” Alyvya teased. “We’ll get Aniella back once Hermione is finished bathing her,” she told Lucius. “I was asleep while Draco was playing with her, so I literally just saw her now and it's only been a few minutes. I’ve missed Aniella.”

“By all means, I’ll bring her over when Hermione is through with her bath,” Lucius promised.

Forty-five minutes later, Lucius toted a clean, sweet-smelling Aniella across the manor; her fingers clutched onto his hair the entire walk over. Aniella happily screamed Draco’s name when they arrived at his suite, although this time she ran over to Alyvya, beaming when she was picked up and settled on her lap.

“I thought you wanted to visit me, Ani?” Draco asked in mock consternation, looking down at his giggling sister.

“She went with beauty before age,” Alyvya told him, gently tickling Aniella’s stomach and making her laugh even harder.

Lucius fought back a snort as he caught the smirk on his son’s face. “Hermione tried to get her to eat, but she refused. Not to worry, if she gets hungry and she will without a doubt let you know, just send for Tipsy.”

“No problem, Mr. Malfoy,” Alyvya reassured. “I’ll make sure she’s alright.”

Lucius gave Alyvya a polite nod, told his daughter goodbye who ignored him as she was playing with the brunette witch, and laughed at his son once more before walking out of the room.

“Everything all right?” Hermione asked from her seat by the window, putting her book down when she saw Lucius.

“Yes,” Lucius answered, shutting and locking the door behind him and sauntering over to Hermione in a steady gait that never failed to impress her. “And it appears that we have a few hours to ourselves,” he suggestively continued, plucking the book from Hermione’s hand and pulling her up against him.

“What-?” she began, only for her words to get cut off when Lucius’ mouth descended upon hers. It was practically criminal that the man could reduce her to mush from a mere kiss, but it was the best description that Hermione could come up with.

First kisses were usually the sweetest, as they held a sense of thrilling newness that made one tentative as well as excited. It was well past the first, second, and third kiss that Hermione realized that she always melted whenever Lucius pressed his lips against hers, or anywhere else on her body for that matter. Many times she had become so lost in their mouths moving against the other's that she was unaware of his hands at the back of her dress, until the zipper or buttons were unfastened, the garment soon falling slack around her torso.

Which was exactly what Lucius had done right at that moment, leaving Hermione naked from the waist up, her arms around his neck as his heated hands caressed her exposed back. Her hair had been contained in a knot at the nape of her neck, and within seconds Lucius set it free, allowing the curls to tumble down her back, his fingers sliding through the warm tresses and rubbing delicious circles into her scalp. Without interrupting the kisses he continued to plant on Hermione’s face and neck, Lucius began guiding her to walk backwards until they bumped against the edge of the bed.

“So am I the only one to remain naked?” Hermione asked, half-reclining on the bed with a glint in her eyes, lifting her hips up and allowing Lucius to expertly removed her dress and knickers, watching as then he rolled his shirtsleeves up and crawled over her body. Her legs immediately parted and settled around his, her hands moving to hold onto his broad, white dress shirt covered back.

“We’ll get around to my clothes in a bit,” her promised as his lips settled in the crook of Hermione’s neck.

Despite the material of Lucius' shirt and trousers brushing against her bare skin, his weight pressed against her was sublime, and something that Hermione never grew tired of. She actually felt a bit cheated because Lucius was still fully dressed, yet each complaint was pushed from her thoughts as two strong hands began travelling the length of her body.

There had been many times where Hermione took the lead, straddling Lucius' hips and having her way with him, to which he never brooked complaint. However, at the moment, Lucius was clearly the dominant partner, if the swooning witch in his arms was any indication. Sure, they'd still made love when the mood struck, but it hadn't been the marathon sessions that took place prior to their daughter being born.

Aniella had adopted the uncanny habit of her brother and just like Draco, had found her way from the nursery to her parent's room, her tiny fists banging against the door until it was opened. The usually surly portraits lining the corridor found humor at the sight of the little, golden-haired witch calmly tottering down the grand hallway of the manor with her raggedy stuffed bunny in hand, one of them going so far as to address the little girl.

A resounding "NO!" shrilled in Aniella's unmistakable voice had tipped off Hermione and Lucius, who were nearly glued at the mouth and hip save for her nightgown and his pajama bottoms. Lucius had given a half groan, half chuckle, giving his wife one last kiss before climbing out of bed to retrieve their daughter.

Lucius had snatched up his wand and black dressing gown, hastily tying its sash while making haste out of the bedroom, wand lit in front of him and making long strides on bare feet down the long hallway to find Aniella, chattering away and emphatically waving Mr. Cory at the now harrumphing portrait.

"No no no no-hi, Daddy," she calmly stated upon seeing her father, as if it was a perfectly normal thing for her to be out of bed at two in the morning.

"Why are you out of bed, love?" Lucius asked, bending down to pick up his daughter with one arm.

"That's a feisty lass you have there, Lucius," the portrait gruffly told him, peering at the wide-eyed child through his monocle.

"Believe me, I know," he mumbled, hauling Aniella off in the other direction, who was now waving Mr. Cory at the portrait and telling it goodnight. "Aniella, you're supposed to sleep in your bed," Lucius told her.

"But I love you!" she exclaimed in a tinny voice, holding out her little hands in explanation before burying her head in Lucius' neck, hugging him as tightly as possible while trying to hold onto her toy.

"You are a Slytherin and a Malfoy, for sure," he chuckled, kissing her forehead.

That night Hermione and Lucius allowed Aniella to sleep between them, although it was apparent that the pint-sized witch thought they were having an impromptu late-night party, as she kept standing up in bed, laughing and playing and crawling all over her father. It had been another two hours before she finally tuckered herself out, and Lucius and Hermione were too knackered to bother carrying her back to the nursery. They hadn't even noticed the fact that Aniella had turned sideways in the middle of the night, and morning found the three with her head resting against her mother's stomach, and her little feet askew on Lucius' pillow, one resting on top of his head and the other at his chin.

Although Hermione laughed over a late lunch the next day as Lucius told her about Aniella and the portrait, the two decided that they would have to nip her late night strolls through the manor in the bud. Aniella had thrown a few tantrums but for the most part, their efforts proved successful, unless she wasn't feeling well, in which case Hermione insisted that their daughter stay by her side.

Alone time that was for longer than a few hours had usually been reserved for sleeping, and Lucius tried not to appear too enthusiastic when Draco and Alvyva volunteered to look after their daughter for the evening. All of which led to a naked and slightly writhing Hermione in his arms.

He'd taken his time lavishing gratuitous attention upon her breasts, swirling his tongue around the darkened areolas and coaxing her nipples into two stiff little peaks. Reeling when one hand smoothed across her body, long fingers settling against the curve of her hip, Hermione pushed at the hand, trying to make him move lower. It didn't take much for Lucius to acquiesce, and long, nimble fingers traced along her dampened seam, keeping the pressure gentle and merely toying with the curls there.

"Is everything in order?" Hermione lightly quipped with a tiny smile on her lips, tilting her head to look down at Lucius who had pushed himself up and was peering intently between her legs.

"That remains to be seen," he teased back, grabbing Hermione by the hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Lucius then moved down to kneel upright on the chaise at the foot of the bed, his wife's body spread out before him and giving a perfect vantage point.

Hermione had already grown aroused being naked and splayed so intimately before Lucius, her hair and limbs strewn about on the silky, deep grey duvet. Letting her head fall back, Hermione closed her eyes and softly exhaled when Lucius pushed her thighs further apart, positioning her feet to rest flat on the duvet and slipping both hands beneath her to cup her behind. His warm breath ghosted over her abdomen, inner thighs, and mons without his lips actually touching Hermione's skin.

Anticipation soon made her impatient, and Hermione was unable to stop her hips from rolling upward, yearning for more direct contact. Just as she was on the verge of asking Lucius to hurry along, a cascade of sleek, blond hair swept across her stomach and thighs as his head bowed, his mouth opening and releasing a cascade of hot air over her core.

Mewling at the sensation, Hermione's blood began racing, every nerve in her body becoming alight. As his hands were still beneath her, Lucius was unable to use his them to separate her folds, yet it didn't stop him from nuzzling his face into her, using his lips and tongue to guide the way.

Hermione let out a sharp cry when his broad, warm tongue caught the tip of her clit, and her hips gave a sharp jerk, only for Lucius' fingers to bite down into her skin and keep her right at his face. He pulled another shrill cry from his witch when he pressed several chaste kisses to the hood of her clit, his tongue sporadically darting out to flick at the nub that was becoming engorged.

Rapidly reduced to incoherent mumbles and groans as a means of communication, Hermione grew frantic with need, and was further aggravated when it was obvious that Lucius was deliberately holding back.

"Damn it, Lucius!"

"What's the matter, love?" he drawled in a tone that always made Hermione excited.

"You know what's the matter; stop dithering about and just do it!" she begged, futilely arching her back and pushing her hips up.

"Since you've asked so nicely..." Lucius trailed off, raising her lower half even higher and dragging the length of his tongue over her pink slit. Beginning a tantalizing voyage with his tongue traveling from clit to hole, only staying on each area long enough to send Hermione to the brink, Lucius kept pulling back, causing his wife to soundly curse him in between moans. The mounting tension made her limbs quiver, to which Lucius would stop until she had calmed marginally.

It had taken a single, broken sob from Hermione before Lucius decided to put her out of her misery. Lowering her hips back down to the bed, he looked upon his shivering wife's form, her legs tense and dangling down over the edge of the mattress, her toes brushing against the chaise. Remembering Hermione's inclination to tear his clothes off when he didn't undress fast enough for her liking, Lucius moved away long enough to hastily unrig himself. Kneeling back on the chaise, Lucius then settled Hermione's right leg over his shoulder, leaving the left bent at an angle on the duvet.

Hermione felt overly sensitized at that point, and flinched when Lucius immediately resumed his tongue work. She was close, so bloody close, if only Lucius would move a hairsbreadth higher, Hermione knew that she would find herself in heaven.

That very thought was soon blown out of the water when two long fingers slithered inside of her throbbing channel, along with a smaller one pressing into her arse. Unable to keep her body from lurching slightly off the bed when Lucius began steadily circling his tongue around her clit, sucking it in between his lips before following it with more of those tantalizing circles, Hermione gulped in air, the swirls of his tongue and the thrusting of his fingers sending her hurtling towards the brink of orgasm.

With one last ragged cry, an ear-splitting screech erupted from Hermione's mouth as her walls clenched and pulsed around Lucius' fingers, soaking him and the bed with her juices. Her body had jackknifed off the bed and she had unintentionally moved upright, her hands clutching onto Lucius' broad shoulders as he continued to relentlessly finger her to another orgasm. Hermione had barely come down from her forceful release when Lucius guided her trembling form back down to the bed and crawled between her legs.

"It's been too long since I've seen you do that," he murmured appreciatively, sliding up the length of her body, tracing the outer shell or her ear with his tongue and lightly nipping it with his teeth.

"Obviously," Hermione replied in a weak voice, completely spent yet still sliding her arms around Lucius' back. Traces of cologne still lingered on his skin, and Hermione buried her face in his neck, pressing her lips just below his pulse. Fingers digging into the sleek muscles of his back, Hermione inwardly praised herself for taking a contraceptive potion, as there was no need for interruption to cast the charm. Hermione continued clinging to Lucius, writhing her core against his erection when he urged her legs around his waist, centering himself at her slick, pulsating entrance and driving home with one firm thrust.

Lucius had every intention of moving slowly ever since stripping Hermione naked, but now that they were in the midst of things, 'slow' wasn't a word that came to mind. In fact, he had a strong suspicion that if he tried to move any slower, Hermione would hex him into the next life.

No matter how Lucius delivered long strokes that firmly embedded the tip of his cock into the snug crevasse of Hermione's body, or the grinding circles of his hips that cause his pubic bone to mash against her clit, the witch was growing increasingly incoherent with lust, and clawed at his back while clamoring for more, her arms and legs ensnaring his tall frame.

Hermione had her mouth firmly planted over Lucius, her moans becoming muffled in the midst of their kisses before she went over, once, then twice, before going slack beneath her husband. "Lie down," she breathlessly urged when she finally came to, pushing him off of her and forcing him down to the bed.

"Caving in already?" he asked, settling back onto a pillow, his words cut off in a moan as Hermione eagerly took him into her mouth while her fingertips began strayed down to the soft sac beneath his shaft.

"Surely you didn't think that you'd be the only one giving tonight," Hermione chided around a mouthful of his cock, laughing under her breath when she saw his eyes slide shut. Moving to rest flat on her stomach between his spread legs, Hermione fervently applied herself to the task at hand, enjoying the way Lucius' hips moved whenever her tongue strayed to the sensitive spot behind the tip of his cock. She'd engulfed his entire in her mouth once more, earning a growl from her husband when he sat up, watching her bobbing head for a moment before prying it away from his lap.

"Come," he said, sliding off the bed and beckoning Hermione to him. Curiously looking at the blond wizard, Hermione allowed Lucius to lead her across the bedroom, where he then told her to put her arms around his shoulders. Yelping in surprise when his strong hands easily hoisted her up, Hermione secured her legs around Lucius' tapered waist. "We've yet to try this," he mused, walking forward until Hermione's back was pressed against the wall.

"I feel like I'm going to fall," she admitted, her limbs tightening their hold on his body.

"I wouldn't let you fall," Lucius assured, deftly positioning himself at Hermione's entrance without using his hands and thrusting back up into her.

"Lucius, damn!" Hermione bellowed, squeezing her eyes shut at the intense sensation, her fingers digging into the sinews of his upper back.

"Is that a good damn, or a bad damn?"

"Good, definitely good," Hermione answered in a strained voice. The feel of his thick shaft moving forward and separating her tender walls was already enough to make Hermione loose her head, but with the new angle they used the sensation increased tenfold. With each thrust of Lucius' hips, her clitoris was being stimulated, and coupled with the deep penetration, Hermione's head was soon reeling.

Making love with Lucius had always been intense, and it was easy for him to quell her into a quivering state. In fact, there had been many times that Hermione had done just the same for him. But at that moment she could barely catch her breath, so intent was her spouse on fucking her through the muted green wall of their bedroom.

With vociferous cries that left Lucius' ears ringing, Hermione came apart twice more, her body shaking as much as it was able to being pinned between her relentless wizard and an unyielding wall.

"Are you all right?" Lucius chuckled as Hermione calmed down a bit, his hips still slowly rowing into hers.

"I have no idea," she mumbled, her head falling forward onto Lucius' shoulder. "I can't feel my legs."

"In that case, don't let go until I tell you," he laughed, kissing her damn forehead and shifting their weight from the wall. With Hermione still wrapped around him like Devil's Snare, Lucius walked over to the bedside table and picked up his wand, using it to Conjure a thick blanket on the floor as well as several pillows. Hermione had kept her eyes shut the entire time, her body brimming over with lethargy when she felt Lucius kneel and guide her off him and onto a soft surface.

"Turn over, love," Lucius directed, urging Hermione over onto her stomach and shoving one of the small pillows underneath her body. The coarse hair on Lucius' legs rubbed againt Hermione when he straddled her thighs, his hands cupping and separating the fleshy globes of her behind, guiding the ruddy head of his cock to brush against her clitoris before making his way back into her body.

The easy push and pull of Lucius' shallow thrusts made Hermione bury her face into the blanket, her fingers twisting into the material as she unevenly moaned out her pleasure. It wasn't enough, but somehow it was enough, as with every push in Hermione squeezed her walls, causing his cock to graze the swollen, sensitive spot that was inches away from her entrance.

Right before she was about to explode again, Lucius leaned forward until his firmly muscled chest was flush against Hermione's back, his lips pressing onto her neck and both arms stretched along with hers. The sound of Lucius' heavy breathing against her ear was enough to send her over, and Hermione found her voice again, crying out and clutching onto Lucius' hand when he switched to deeper strokes and continuously pumped through her orgasm.

Hermione was grateful when Lucius allowed her a moment's reprieve, using the time to lay a trail of kisses along her shoulders. Surprised that she wasn't sore, Hermione had to admit to being sexually exhausted and in serious doubt that she would be able to come again, until Lucius moved to her side and flipped her over onto her back.

"You're going to kill me," she moaned, not caring about the graceless manner in which her body was splayed on the floor.

"Yes and no," Lucius chuckled, pressing a brief kiss to Hermione's swollen lips before positioning himself between her thighs and gliding back into her, enjoying the look of reluctant bliss on her face. "Now keep your weight on your shoulders." Slipping his hands beneath Hermione's thighs, Lucius helped her arch her back all the way up off the blanket.

Hermione's brown eyes rolled back at that first thrust, feeling Lucius perfectly hitting against her g-spot. Looking down, she found that Lucius' grey eyes were intently focused on hers, his blond hair damp and ruffled around his head.

"Lucius, wait," Hermione whimpered, her fingernails threatening to turn the blanket into shreds. Lucius' thrusts were shallow but purposeful, and so slow that Hermione was able to feel every vein and ridge on his shaft as it continually pressed into her. "Lucius," she repeated, but he didn't answer, his eyes still focused on hers.

Uttering a groan and squeezing her eyes shut, Hermione fought to keep from writhing out of his grasp, but Lucius' every thrust sent a delicious shock throughout her body, and focusing on anything other than his powerful lunges proved to be difficult. Becoming blissfully unaware of her incoherent cried and whimpers, Hermione felt as if Lucius had taken everything from her and filled its void with a voracious thrusting and well executed strokes that had her screaming and clinging onto her last shreds of sanity.

It was essential that Hermione keep her spine arched for the position Lucius had pulled her into, yet it didn't matter, as she was unable to relax her body even if she wanted. Incognizant of the long fingers biting into her thighs, the only thing she registered was the methodical yet leisurely thrust and grind of Lucius' body into hers, in disbelief at the way her insides and out were being teased and stimulated.

Everything heightened and coalesced as Hermione's orgasm crashed over her, Lucius' own satisfied groans sounding distant as she screamed her throat raw. Holding a death grip on the blankets, Hermione barely noticed the onrush of juices that literally erupted from her body, the angle she was at making some of it trickle down her stomach, yet most of it hitting Lucius' stomach and soaking the area beneath them.

Lucius' thrusts finally tapered off, and Hermione dimly registered him lowering her limp and shivering form back down to the blanket. She knew that he moved next to her, as his hands idly caressing her stomach, yet it was a minute before Hermione's eyes cracked open, the sight of her smug yet content looking husband coming into view. Her thighs were pressed into a large wet spot, and she was positive that her hair looked like shredded hay, none of which fazed her remotely.

"I..." she began weakly, her voice trailing off into a loud exhale. "Damn you, how am I supposed to do anything now?" Hermione griped in a wavering tone.

"And just where are you planning on going, wife?"

"Husband, have you forgotten about the littlest Malfoy that's across the manor? I'm sure by now she's worked Draco's fingers to the bone."

"He can handle Aniella. And besides, Alyvya is with him." Lucius dismissed, his fingertips now circling Hermione's distended right nipple. "If he couldn't, believe me, we wouldn't have been left alone for this long."

"If you say so," Hermione yawned, shifting over and resting her head on Lucius' chest. Lucius then moved them both to a drier spot of the blanket, securing his arms around Hermione. "Merlin, this floor is more comfortable that I remember."

"Been kipping on the bedroom floor without me?"

"No," she laughed. "You have a short memory; I distinctly remember being stretched out on this floor at least twice, even though the second time is something I'd love to forget."

"Ah, now I remember. Your little temper tantrum when I first brought you to the manor," Lucius recalled, chuckling when Hermione gently sank her teeth into his chest. "Bygones and all that, love. Now, should we stay here or rejoin in bed?"

"As comfortable as the floor is-bed," Hermione answered, sitting up and pushing her mussed hair over one shoulder. It took all of one minute before the two were in bed, lying in a satiated heap with their limbs entangled, enjoying the comfortable silence.

An hour later, Hermione made her way across the manor to retrieve her daughter. She and Lucius had shared a hot bath, which they lingered over, taking their time washing each other. It had been all she could do to keep her husband's fingers away from her bottom as she changed into fresh clothes, slapping Lucius' hand once more when he tugged on the dressing robe's sash that she had just tied.

Now she was at Draco's door, pausing for a minute to see if she could hear anything before gently knocking. Moments later, Alyvya answered, a mirthful expression on her face as she placed one finger to her lips and beckoned Hermione inside.

Hermione soon found out the reason for Alyvya's stealth when she came across the sight of Draco and Aniella asleep in his bedroom, the former in an ungainly sprawl on his carpeted floor, head askew on a pillow, and both arms around the little girl that was hugged to his chest.

"Honestly, it's a toss-up as to who had more fun," Alyvya whispered, fighting back her giggles. "Draco grumbled when Aniella began playing with his hair, and then I gave her some of my hair grips and showed her how to use them. She couldn't get them to stay on her own, but I helped her," the brunette witch explained, gesturing to the short tufts of pale blond hair sticking out from the top of Draco's head, cinched in by the stretchy black material.

"She wasn't too much trouble, was she?" Hermione asked, regaining a bit of her composure.

"Not at all," Alyvya dismissed. "She had her dinner, and we played with her the entire time. I think she and Draco wore each other out."

"Yes, well, thanks for keeping an eye on her," Hermione laughed, walking over to the two and picking her daughter. Aniella's eyes opened briefly, her lips stretching into a smile when she saw her mother before falling right back asleep. Draco never noticed the shift of weight and remained on the floor, his arms now akimbo at his side.

Thanking Alyvya once more, Hermione left Draco's room and carried her daughter across the manor. Aniella remained asleep, even when she was placed in her bed in the nursery. Still laughing to herself at the previous sight of Draco and Aniella, Hermione went back to the bedroom where Lucius was waiting for her.

"You'll never guess what I just saw," Hermione began as she removed her dressing robe and crawled into bed.

"And what was that?" Lucius asked, instantly moving closer to his wife and chuckling when she told him. "I knew she would have Draco wrapped around her little finger," he said afterwards.

"Draco? I think you mean you both!" Hermione retorted. "When it comes to you two, Aniella has it made."

"And just what is it that you're implying?"

"I'm not implying anything-I'm telling you like it is." Smirking at Lucius, Hermione raised her head and gave him a quick kiss. "Well, our daughter's had her dinner, but I just realized that were a bit too preoccupied to have ours."

"What do you suggest?" Lucius asked.

"Hmm, we haven't been to the solarium in a while," she suggested, throwing back the duvet. "And keep your sticky fingers to yourself."

"Why, are you married?" the blond wizard jeered back with a salacious grin.

"Yes," Hermione told him, now standing and putting her dressing robe back on. "And to a very powerful wizard that will hex your nads off if you touch his wife."

"He sounds like a nasty piece of work. Why are you married to him, pray tell?"

"Feed me first, and perhaps I'll show you why afterwards."
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