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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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A/N: I knowwww the time since I've last updated is abominable. BUT! I'd been planning on doing an epilogue and then I was sent a few more ideas of things folks wanted to see, so here I am with another chapter. Don't know if you've been following my other fics, but I broke my wrist in January, which was right when I'd been planning on updating this. And I just finished this bit today. So I might have a few more chapters to post and then an epilogue, I'll see. I sort of like this whole family bit I have going on with the last few chapters. Anyway those still following and reviewing, thank you immensely, and please enjoy!

"I'm divorcing Harry; thought you ought to know since he's your best friend."

This was how Ginny greeted Hermione after Flooing to Malfoy Manor one Saturday afternoon. She and Luna were visiting Hermione with plans to have lunch and a bit of girl talk. Judging by the surprise in Luna's wide blue eyes, she hadn't known about Ginny's plans.

"I beg your pardon?" Hermione asked, wondering if she heard wrong. "Did you just say what I think you said?"

"Damn right, you heard what I said," Ginny groused as she allowed Hermione and Luna to help her into a chair lined with small pillows. "I'm going to divorce him. It's better than plotting on the best way to castrate him while he's asleep."

"Ginny, you don't mean that," Luna softly told her.

Ginny's brown eyes shone icily in the blonde's direction as she rubbed her hand over her swollen belly. "Don't I, now? I mean it. It's Harry's fault that my back and feet hurt, not to mention every time I laugh or sneeze or cough, I risk wetting myself."

In spite of the serious look on the redhead's face, Hermione felt laughter bubbling up in her throat and she had to fight the urge lest it come out. She knew what Ginny was going through. There had been times where she wanted to seek revenge on Lucius, purely out of the need to blame someone for her discomfort. Of course, in the end, it had been worth it.

"Well, I think I'll owl Harry to tell him to keep all sharp objects out of your reach," Hermione began, "but for now, why don't you put your feet up? I'll have Tipsy bring some tea if you like."

"No tea, thanks, but if you have something sweet that would be great," Ginny replied, a look of relief coming over her face when Hermione conjured up a small stool to prop beneath her feet.

Ginny was eight months pregnant, pushing close to nine, and had well arrived a point where she wanted to eat what she wanted, when she wanted, and desired nothing more than a nap afterwards.

On more than one trip to Grimmauld Place, Hermione bore witness to Harry coming through the door with a bag on his wrist. Ginny had a penchant for snacks that seemed to differ as often as the wind changed directions. Hula Hoops, Cheesy Wotsis, and Cadbury Fingers were the most requested items. Harry made so many frequent trips to the local supermarkets that he was soon on a first name basis with a few of the clerks. The oddest thing Ginny had requested thus far was chips and salad cream to dip them in, with a side of pickles. Harry said nothing as he placed the coveted meal in front of his wife, but he had gone a little green as he watched her generously coat each chip with the thick white sauce before gobbling it down with relish.

Tipsy was summoned, disappearing then reappearing holding Ginny's coveted Cadbury fingers, and the witch became very agreeable as she bit into her sweets.

"It's not chips and salad cream, but it's still good, thank you," she mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate. "Oh, I'm being rude. Does anyone want?" Ginny added, holding out the tray.

Hermione and Luna told her no, and Ginny continued shoveling her snack into her mouth.

"So Luna, why aren't you upduff yet? Last I checked you and Ailen were at each other like niflers in heat!"

"Ginny!" Hermione nearly shouted in horror. "Do you have any shame?"

"Hmm, let me think about it."

"I don't mind," Luna replied, although she was laughing. "Daddy asked me the same thing, I think he's ready for a grandchild. Well actually, he asked me once, and then he began buying little toy brooms and the like and leaving them strewn about the house, casting these forlorn little looks when he thought we didn't notice. I think I was supposed to take the hint, but Ailen and I said when it happens it happens..."

Luna had been watching Ginny sucking melted chocolate off her fingertips when she suddenly stopped talking.

"Err, Luna? You all right?" Ginny asked, slowly sucking on her pointer with a furrowed brow as she looked over at her friend whom had the oddest look on her face.

"I...I think so...no, I'm not!"

Luna rarely raised her voice and had now done so, and Hermione and Ginny both raised their eyebrows. Shock then registered on their faces as the blonde leaped up from her seat and dashed out of the room, her long hair flying in her wake.

"Was it something I said?" asked Ginny, wistfully picking up another chocolate finger. "Maybe I put her off at the idea of being pregnant."

"No, I doubt it's that," Hermione soothingly told her.

"I hope not," Ginny continued. "I mean, I know I'm grousing and threatening to maim my husband, but I don't mind, although the whole leaky tap thing whenever I laugh or sneeze is tiring. But Hermione, I swear, if Mum knits one more baby blanket or pair of booties, I'm going to scream. How many blankets and booties do we need? Is she planning on our child having as many limbs as the giant squid back at school?"

By then Hermione was snorting uncontrollably. Molly had made just as many blankets and booties for Aniella from the time she was born until she was big enough for the initialed jumpers that all of the Weasleys and extended family got around Christmas. But since her only daughter was expecting, Hermione was sure that the matriarch had already gone overboard, and then took that to new heights.

"Hermione, stop laughing at me you evil bint," Ginny chuckled in spite of herself. "I mean it! Everywhere I turn in Grimmauld Place, there's a little hat and matching booties. I'm knee-deep in yarn, and crotch-high depending on where I'm standing. Too bad Dobby isn't around, he would have a field day."

"Your mum would kill you if you have away all of her knitting," Hermione chided.

"Not all of it...just thirty pieces or so."

"Thirty!?"

"I told you! What, did you think I was exaggerating? I can't sit down without a bits of lacy or yarn things becoming stuck in my—"

"Luna!" Hermione exclaimed as the witch came back into the room. "You were gone for a while; are you all right? You look a little pale."

Luna gave a shaky smile as she sat back down. "Just a little stomachache, that's all," she replied. "I didn't each much at breakfast."

"You didn't eat any breakfast the other morning when I came to your house," Ginny pointed out. "That's probably why you feel poorly."

"That's because I wasn't hungry!" Luna shot back, sounding a bit snappish, something that was nearly uncharacteristic for her. "Why am I going to eat if I don't feel like it?"

Ginny was shrewdly eyeing her friend while blinding groping for another chocolate finger to put into her mouth. Slowly eating the entire thing while staring at Luna, the smirk on her face was priceless as Luna squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in her hands.

"Hermione, does the Floo work in here?" Ginny asked casually, gesturing to the ornate hearth across the room.

"Yes...why?"

"Oh, nothing. Help me up, will you?" she asked, setting her chocolate fingers to the side and holding out both hands.

"Do I even want to know?" Hermione asked as she helped Ginny to her feet.

"You will...in a minute," Ginny replied with an air of mystery as she waddled over to the hearth. Grabbing a handful of Floo powder she threw it into the empty space and called out for the Burrow.

"Mum! Oi, Mum! Are you there?"

Moments later, Molly Weasley's head appeared in the bright green flames.

"Ginny, what's wrong? Is it time? Is the baby coming? Hold on while I get your father—ARTHUR!"

"Mum! No, I'm fine!" Ginny hastily shouted into the flames. "I just need some of that tea if you've got any."

"Oh!" Ginny shook her head when she found that the disappointment in her mother's voice was nearly palpable. "All right, give me a minute."

Ginny stood by the Floor, arms folded across her chest, smirking across at her two friends. Luna was sitting hunched over on the sofa, eyes heavy and looking as if she was suddenly ready for a nap. Hermione, on the other hand, looked extremely suspicious as she peered at a crookedly-grinning Ginny.

"Potter, what has you smirking like that?" asked Hermione.

"You'll see!" Ginny replied in a sing-song. Once Molly passed her a bundle of tea through the green flames, Ginny walked back over to Luna and placed it in her lap. "That's for your morning sickness," she told her. "Tell Ailen when he makes it for you he only needs to brew it for three minutes."

Luna's one heavy-lidded eyes were now wide open, giving her the look of one who had been petrified.

"Luna, are you all right?" Hermione asked when the blonde witch was quiet for several minutes.

"Yes...but I think I should go home now," she slowly stated, rising from the sofa and nearly forgetting her wand.

"So, um, that went well?" Hermione asked once Luna disappeared through the Floo.

"Luna'll be fine," Ginny replied dismissively. "I reckon she's a bit shocked, like I was at first, but she'll be all right. More importantly, we never got our lunch! This baby is going to kick a hole in my back unless he gets fed."

"So what do you call the platter of chocolate fingers you just devoured?"

"A starter, but now I need a proper meal. Come on, let's go back to Grimmauld Place. I feel like a Chinese takeaway."

"What, no chips and salad cream?"

"Hmm, maybe later."

Ginny hadn't been lying when she said she was hungry. She ordered so much food that it covered the entire end of the long wooden table in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. Harry had left work early, wanting to check on his wife and was surprised to find his best friend at home with her.

After scraping up the last bit of her fried rice, Ginny announced that she was going up for a nap and left Harry and Hermione alone in the kitchen.

"So, how is my goddaughter?" he asked between bites of sesame chicken.

"She's fine; she's spending the day with her brother," Hermione replied. "No idea where Draco's taken her, but I'm sure she's going to come back with a torn, filthy dress and having eaten too many sweets. Aniella is attracted to dirt like a bee to honey, and I have no idea where she gets it from."

"He does enjoy spoiling her, doesn't he?" Harry laughed.

"Spoilt is an understatement," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, between him and Lucius, I'm surprised she doesn't act like Draco when he was younger."

"Nah, you'd never let that happen."

"You're right about that. So how are you, all ready for your first born?"

"Yeah, I am, but...I can't lie, I'm still a bit worried," Harry admitted, a pensive look on his face. He was now fumbling around with a half-bitten fortune cookie, breaking the thin wafer into tiny pieces and dropping them onto his plate.

"Worried, whatever for?" Hermione asked gently, reaching across to poke Harry's hand.

Heaving a sigh, Harry dropped the remainder of the cookie crumbles and peered across the table at Hermione.

"I've read all the books, we have everything ready. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have been nothing but great; Molly came over and even helped us with the nursery."

"Yeah, Ginny told me," Hermione laughed. "She said that even though you two are having one baby, Molly left enough nappies and blankets for four sets of triplets."

"Ginny isn't exaggerating," Harry replied. "There really is a small mountain of nappies up there. And bum cream. Molly said it seems like a lot now, but we'd thank her later for it."

"She has a point," Hermione agreed, thinking back to the stacks of nappies she and Lucius had gone through with Aniella. "I won't even get on the baby vomit; you'll be changing his babygro so often that you'll be tempted to leave him naked. Lucius actually did leave Aniella naked one day, but that might have been because she hated clothes and kept wriggling whenever he tried to redress her."

"Is that what Ginny was talking about when she said she went to your house and found Ani rolling around on the bed naked?"

"Yes," Hermione answered in an aggrieved tone. "The child positively loathed clothes. You'd never think so as she became older; always wanted to wear a dress, even if she was playing in the garden. And Lucius and Draco thinks the only materials a Malfoy witch should wear are silk, satin, and lace. Dungarees are a dirty word if you ask those two. Anyway, I still don't understand why you're worried. We all know you're great with children, that much is evident with Ani and Teddy and Victoire. "

"Guess you have a point, but it's different when it's your own kid, you know?" Harry replied, ruffling his messy black hair and folding his arms. Even in adulthood, Harry's hair refused to lie flat, no matter how many times he tried to tame it with a brush. In the end he figured it was easier to let it do its own thing, no matter if he looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed. "But think about it, Hermione. Look at my upbringing; it wasn't exactly the best, and the Dursleys were about nurturing as a band of Trolls. What if I'm rubbish with my own child?"

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said pleadingly. "I forget that you sometimes are more of a worrywart than I am. But I promise you, you won't be rubbish, and your son will love you."

"But how can you be so sure, Hermione?"

"Because I'm a know-it-all, it's my job to be sure," she replied lightly. "But seriously, Harry, you have nothing to worry about. There is no one proper way to raise a child, and the baby won't care if you know ten perfect ways to fold a cloth nappy or if his clothes comes from the posh baby section at Harrod's. Things like that don't matter. You can read the baby the gossip column of the Daily Prophet and he'd be content so long as he was hearing your voice."

"Really?"

"Really. And then he'll get big enough to crawl out of his bed, only to come interrupt you and Ginny at night when you're trying to have some alone time, and you'll give in, only to trade kissing your wife for tickling your son and playing hand clapping games like Miss Susie with him."

"What the hell is Miss Susie?"

"It's a Muggle thing, I'll tell you later," Hermione laughed. "It's silly as the day is long but Aniella loved it, and she loved her brother and father to sing it to her. She had Lucius sing it to her so many times that I'm sure I once heard him mumbling 'Sod off, Miss Susie, leave me alone' in his sleep."

"Bloody hell," Harry mumbled, scratching his head. "Anything else I should know?"

"Babies have an innate sense of waking up at the exact moment you fall asleep, go to the loo, or are otherwise indisposed. Actually, the word 'indisposed' is not in their vocabulary. When they cry, they want you to practically drop out of the sky and tend to their needs, doesn't matter what you were in the middle of."

"Right. What else?"

"Well...this isn't until he starts speaking, but children listen to everything. If you don't want it repeated at the most inopportune moment, don't say it in front of them."

"Hmm, sounds like there's a story behind those words," Harry chortled.

"More stories than I care to remember, I'm sure," Hermione said wryly.

Harry and Hermione soon moved their conversation to the drawing room, which had been completely redecorated after Harry and Ginny were married. The entire house was a far cry from the moth-eaten draperies and antiquated furnishings that were once found in every corner. Everything was now modern and inviting, and Hermione was sat in her favorite squishy armchair, the one she deemed hers whenever she visited.

After they chatted for another hour or so, Harry seemed to be a lot more at ease. He'd gone up twice to check on Ginny, announcing that she was still sound asleep and sprawled across their entire bed each time he came back downstairs.

"I remember those days," Hermione reflected. "It's tiring when you feel like a beached whale, not to mention the fact that you can't see your own feet."

"A beached whale, wow, okay. Not an analogy I'd have thought of but if you say so."

"Yes, it's quite fitting," Hermione said as she stood up and stretched. "Now I need to pop back home, but make sure you rub Ginny's feet when she wakes up, she says they were hurting her earlier."

"I'll rub whatever she tells me to so long as I don't get yelled at," Harry replied, looking a bit frightened. "Ginny is scary when she's in a bad mood."

"I'd tell you to ask her if she has a fiery temper to match her fiery hair, or fiery hair to match her fiery temper, but then she might hex you and lock you out of the house. We'd put you up in the manor, though, no worries."

"Gee, thanks, Hermione," Harry told her wryly as he came over for a hug.

"I love you," Hermione told him between giggling. "And remember what I said; don't worry, everything will be fine. All right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you."

"Good. I'll see you later."

Later that evening, after dinner, Lucius returned to his study to finish up a bit of last minute work while Hermione bathed her daughter and sent her straight to bed. She found out that Draco and Alyvya had taken Aniella as well as Remus' and Tonks' son, Teddy, to a Quidditch game. Just as she suspected, the children had been given any and everything they asked for, because a large clump of pink candyfloss had been stuck in Aniella's hair. The only thing Hermione could do was wash the sugary mess out, and surprisingly the little girl made no fuss. She didn't even complain when she was sent to bed early, forgetting to ask her mum to read to her until she fell asleep.

Hermione had already showered and was in her nightie, sitting in the middle of her and Lucius' bed when he came in.

"I went to say goodnight to Aniella, but she was already snoring," Lucius chuckled as he unbuttoned his waistcoat. "She sounds just like her mother."

"Oh, hush, you," Hermione shot back. "I guess Draco and Alyvya wore Ani and Teddy out, because she was about to fall asleep sitting up in the bathtub. I won't even mention the candyfloss stuck in her hair nor the rip in her tights. Why she wore a dress to a Quidditch game is beyond me."

"Ah yes, Draco asked if I could get tickets for the Falmouth Falcons last week. I'd nearly forgotten about that."

"You really do know everyone, don't you?" Hermione asked of Lucius' connections, to which he gave a small shrug.

"I know enough people, but none are as interesting as you," he replied, suggestively eyeing Hermione while slipping off the waistcoat and unbuttoning both cuffs on his white shirt.

Hermione scoffed lightly and slipped off the bed, coming to stand in front of Lucius. She took her time unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulling it off his body, then taking his hands in hers and slipping off the serpentine rings he was rarely found without. Leaving on his wedding band, Hermione placed everything on the nightstand and climbed back onto bed, watching as Lucius removed the rest of his clothing.

"Hurry up, love, I'm cold," Hermione ordered, wrapping both arms around her body for emphasis.

"You can always get beneath the duvet," Lucius told her. "That is what it's for."

"Why do that when I've got you?" she challenged. "It's not my fault you have to wear fifty articles of clothing at a time."

Lucius smirked at his wife but he did hurry things along, and was soon settled into bed wearing only a pair of black pyjama bottoms.

"Is this to your liking, Madam?" he asked, pulling Hermione into the curve of his body and pressing a kiss onto her shoulder.

"Yes," Hermione sighed, further relaxing when she felt Lucius' lips making their way to the back of her neck.

"How was your day?"

"Fine. Luna's apparently pregnant, and she left early so she could go tell Ailen. Then Ginny and I ended up going to Grimmauld Place for lunch, and Harry and I had a nice chat once she was off for a nap."

"And how is Mrs. Potter doing?"

"Fine; tired. And cross, going by the way she was threatening her husband. Harry told me he's sort of worried about being a father, but I told him that he'd be all right. Anyway, it looks like we'll be planning another baby shower. How was your day?"

"Dull and uninspiring, yet it has taken a turn for the better," Lucius murmured into Hermione's ear, his fingers toying with the edge of her nightgown and drawing it up to her hip. "No knickers? How inviting."

"You really are naughty, do you know that?" Hermione moaned when Lucius tipped her onto her back and began tugging down the thin straps of her nightie. Arching her back when his warm mouth came down upon her nipple, Hermione grabbed a fistful of bed sheets.

After a round of fervent kissing, groping, and caressing, Lucius hastily worked his pyjama bottoms halfway down his thighs and aligned Hermione's hips with his, slowly pushing into her body. Their lovemaking was quiet and unhurried, although when Lucius was nearing climax, his thrusting became more forceful and it almost immediately elicited an equally strong orgasm from a trembling, panting Hermione.

"Still think I'm horrid?" Lucius huskily asked once they were done, soundly kissing his wife.

"I said naughty, not horrid," Hermione breathlessly replied, languidly stroking his back.

The two were nearly asleep when a small knocking was heard on the bedroom door.

"That can only be one little witch," Lucius yawned as he pushed the duvet back. "Stay; I'll get her."

After opening the door, he found a tearful Aniella standing there, clutching onto Sir Cory by the ear and her nightgown half unbuttoned.

"Daddy, I throwed up in my bed," she sobbed, her little chest heaving and her fist rubbing at her tear-soaked eyes.

"Oh no, baby, what did you eat?" Lucius chided softly, picking up his daughter and carrying her over the bed. Aniella continued sobbing into her father's neck while he gently rubbed her back.

"I'm going to kill Draco for letting her eat so much rubbish today," Hermione grumbled under her breath, sliding over on the bed to smooth back Aniella's curls to feel her forehead.

"What did your brother give you today, hmm?"

"Chips and candyfloss. But I only ate a little candyfloss; I gave the rest to Teddy," Aniella replied mournfully, burrowing her face into her father's shoulder.

Hermione kept a motley of Muggle and magical cures on hand for common ailments, and went into the bathroom to find something for her daughter. Once Aniella had been sorted out and placed in the middle of their bed, she began falling asleep as her mother stroked her hair. Lucius was on the other side, intently focused on the drowsing form of their child.

"I think I forgot to warn Harry about a child covered in sick and Merlin knows what else knocking on your door in the middle of the night," Hermione softly told Lucius.

"He'll find out soon enough," the blond replied, leaning down to press a kiss into his sleeping daughter's hair.
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