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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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In their study room, Hermione watched Draco, who stood at the oversized window. Outside, the day was coming to an end as the sun slowly made its descend from the sky. He stared out of it with his eyes locked on who knew what. He was leaning forward against the ledge of the window, his frame slumped. It was a major shift in mood from the irritated one only moments ago during their walk to this very room. Almost like he had reached his limit of energy that he had been using to hide this emotion of fear.
Hermione only needed a small moment of time to decide that what she had needed to discuss with him would have to wait. She set a hand onto his shoulder and felt that his body was faintly shaking, something she hadn't been able to make out due to the lack of lighting. "What's wrong, Draco?"
Her hushed voice must have amplified what he had been feeling, because the shaking increased in speed. He lifted up his hand and set it on hers, caressing it with his fingers. "I apologize for not asking you first," he started. Much to his body's movement, his voice was rather steady. "But I was really given no choice..."
"About what?"
The hand he was stroking her with left hers and pointed to the door. "Blaise... just made me their... godfather..." he announced very slowly. "He, with the insistence of your bloody hero friend, wants me to provide care for them until everything's better between he and Marietta..."
"Oh." A smile tugged at the corners of Hermione's lips, touched by Draco's reaction of his new status (and by the fact that he had agreed to do it). "You're acting like that's a terrible thing— being a godparent."
Draco scoffed and held out his trembling hand up for her to see. "Look at me! I'm losing my mind over the thought of it! You'd think I was just told that I was going to have a daughter of my own!"
Hermione momentarily looked away and licked her lips anxiously. "Why would having a daughter scare you, Draco?"
"I know nothing about little girls!" he burst out helplessly. "Nothing! I've barely had a enough time to adjust to the idea of fatherhood period— to a son, though! This is so much more different! I don't know how to comfort a little girl! I don't even know exactly what they need!"
"They are no different than little boys, Draco," Hermione assured him. "Children are children. They all need structure, guidance, and love."
"Well, perhaps in a typical case," he agreed quietly after he thought over her words. "But these girls... I'm not sure they're... normal..."
"Do you expect them to be with how their parents act around them? Besides, from what I saw in the kitchen, they seem more normal than you're giving them credit for."
Draco sighed and pushed himself off of the window's ledge. He turned to face her, looking her in the eye. "Cara has a medical issue..." he told her as if it was the biggest secret in the world, and if someone had found out he had said it, he'd be Avada Kedavra'ed right there on the spot. "Blaise told me not to tell anyone, but Hermione... she'll be staying here... with our son, and with you... It's only right for you to know what to expect of her." He looked away, full of guilt. "If this gets out, it will ruin him, Hermione. His name, his family— everything. I'm trusting you with this."
"How can a medical condition— something Blaise has no control of— ruin him?"
"He blames himself, and society will blame him, possibly point fingers at him, perhaps even shun him..." he told her. "Just please try to understand how serious this is... No one must know. Not even his wife knows."
Hermione gasped out. "She doesn't know her daughter has a medical issue?!"
"It's complicated, alright?" he said through a sigh. "He wouldn't tell me much more on that subject. And to be honest, that's their issue, not mine. I'm asking for your help because I'm going to need it. Cara is going to need the both of us. I can't do this on my own."
Hermione's mind went into spinning, wondering what she could do to help. "What am I to expect of her? What does she have? Is there a cure? Is it fatal—"
"Mione!" Draco placed a finger to her mouth to stop her ramble of questions. "If you would shush for a moment, I'll tell you everything I know."
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Scorpius didn't understand why these girls were in his home. He was sitting on the floor in his playroom, watching them go through his toys like they were their own. He didn't really care that they were doing it. Or that was the case until Kippah was brought into play (his stuffed bat that Grandfather had gotten him for Christmas).
He made to crawl toward Elenore, who was dancing around the toy chest with Kippah. Scorpius had been trying to learn walk a lot lately, but he wasn't stable enough and he didn't like falling. It hurt to fall. It made him cry when he lost his balance.
"Aagah!" he said when he got to the toy chest, using it to pull himself to his feet. He reached out for Kippah, letting Elenore know that he wanted it.
"I'm pwaying wiff it," she told him simply and hugged it to her. She looked in the large toy chest and picked out a wooden rattle, then gave it a vigorous shake in front of his face. "You can pway wiff diss!"
"Ah!" Scorpius declined unhappily, but Elenore ignored his protest and skipped away from him to join Cinzia for a game of tea party. Scorpius plopped onto the ground, sticking his bottom lip out. His eyes clouded over with tears and he threw his head back, screaming.
Mumma quickly came by and picked him up to soothe him, but she was mistaking his crying for tiredness. "Did your grandpa and grandma spoil you today during your visit? You had a long day, didn't you, baby?"
That wasn't why he was crying though, and Mumma failed to notice that he was pointing out his Kippah.
"Doesn't Scorpius have any dolls?" Cinzia asked over the crying.
"No," his Derbla answered, creasing his eyebrows at the question.
"How come not?" Cara was curious.
"Boys don't play with dolls."
"They do so, Draco," Mumma said and rolled her eyes before kissing Scorpius on the cheek. His cries were quieting as he found their talking of him interesting.
He didn't know what a doll was, but he thought it must be fun, since these girls liked playing with his toys, and his toys were lots of fun. "Acktah!" he said, telling Mumma that he wanted a doll to play with.
"I think he wants a doll!" Cara exclaimed. "We can go to my home and bring him some of ours!"
"No!" Derbla said instantly. "He does not want to play with a doll!"
"Dah!" Scorpius argued. But he had a slight feeling that if his father didn't want him to play with a doll, maybe it was a bad thing to do...
"It won't hurt him," Mumma told Derbla. "If he likes it, he likes it. If he doesn't, he doesn't."
Derbla didn't look happy. He crossed his arms over his chest, grunting. "It'll turn him into a poof!"
"It will not!" Mumma shrieked out, giving him a stern, dirty look.
"What's a poof?" Elenore asked instantly.
"It's when a boy does girly things," Cinzia supplied as she served up make-believe tea and cupcakes.
"And it's a very bad word, so don't say it!" Hermione warned them, glaring at Draco.
"What is it called when a girl does boyly things?" Cara looked worried. "Am I bad for liking sport balls?!"
"No!" Derbla and Mumma both said at once. Each looked at the other and sighed.
"Nahdu!" Scorpius said. He didn't want them mad at each other. Maybe he should avoid the dolls if it would make them upset.
"I'll put Scorpius to bed," Mumma announced to Derbla. "You work on winding them down." She gestured to the girls.
"How?!
Mumma shrugged. "A gentler activity?" she suggested and began carrying Scorpius off. The baby caught sight of his father's nervous frown.
Mumma took Scorpius to their room, and changed him before laying him in the crib. She kissed him goodnight and left.
He waited in the dark for Derbla to come, but he didn't. What was going on? Why didn't Derbla kiss him for bed like he did most every other night? What had Scorpius done wrong?
Scorpius ended up falling asleep in sadness.
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Draco raked a hand through his hair. Becoming a godfather had been a shock. He had at first hastily declined Blaise's 'offer', but Blaise had insisted that Draco was the only one that could give the girls the care they would need without it affecting their everyday life (too much, anyway).
"And Miss Granger can help you. I'm sure she'd do it. She's a good person. You can't deny that."
"I don't know anything about them..." Draco had told his friend very quietly earlier that day. "I'm barely managing my own kid, Blaise..."
"Oh, that's hogwash, Draco, and you know it!" his friend had sternly snapped at him. "If you were 'barely managing', the tabloids wouldn't have headlines with, 'Draco Malfoy; proof that becoming a father can change a man', and 'Look at the Malfoy heir! He is one of the happiest babies in the wizard world!' " Blaise smiled to himself. "It'll be interesting to see how he turns out, won't it? Gryffindor maybe?"
Draco snorted. "If my wand hadn't been confiscated, you'd have boils on your face for that comment!"
Blaise tilted his head in thoughtfulness. "I don't know Draco... I have three daughters, and I don't think any of them will go to Slytherin," he advised.
"My son will be a Slytherin," Draco said with finality as the door opened to the room.
Potter stepped in and smirked a little. "It's a little early to be declaring that, isn't it? Scorpius is not even a year old!"
"And you haven't had this conversation about your own children?" Blaise asked lightly.
Potter chuckled. "I try to avoid it, to be honest. Obviously, everyone expects them to be Gryffindors. We'll just have to see." He shrugged. "Anyway, about the girls—"
"Draco is their Godfather now, so I'd like him to home them for the time being."
Potter nodded. "That's an excellent idea—"
"I've not said I was going to take them! That'll be four children in my home! Four!"
"They're all toilet trained," Blaise pointed out with a huge grin forming, knowing how Draco felt about human manure. "You don't have to worry about dirty butts! Promise!"
Potter burst out laughing. "After all this time? You still whine about that?!"
Draco lifted up his chin smugly. "I've still managed not to clean a single messy one."
Potter's eyebrows rose up. "House elves then?"
Draco's eyes shifted away. He gave a tiny nod, lying with his answer. In truth, he had been able to get his mother and Hermione to do it so far, as they felt sorry for his gagging at the smell of Scorpius's dirty nappies— and by the thought that his hands were going to be that close to baby shat!
Ew.
The thought of that made his stomach queasy...
"Well," Potter started with a clear of his throat. "You should both know that we've been having difficulties finding a place for the girls to stay— together." He looked at the floor in mild disturbance, narrowing his eyes. "Given your past..." Potter trailed off before letting out a deep sigh. "Mr. Zabini, I would take them, but I wouldn't be able to give them everything they would need. Ginny's about to have our third—"
"They won't take Blaise's kids because he was sorted into Slytherin," Draco interrupted, cluing in on what Potter had failed to make clear. "But... their only half..." he pointed out. "Their mother—"
"—was a traitor to Dumbledore's Army."
"But it was I who made her—"
"A traitor is far worse than an enemy, Malfoy," Potter cut him off simply.
"But we were kids, Potter! That's not right! That's not right for those girls!"
"Draco—"
"No, it's okay, Zabini," Potter assured Blaise gently. "Malfoy is right. It isn't fair that your children are being denied a place to live because of who their parents are. Especially since such action was taken for the safety of them."
"So, all these people have signed a paper to pry them from their home, and none of them will take them in?!" Draco was pissed now. This was absurd! He wanted to punch something! He wanted to punch someone!
He inhaled deeply, painfully digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands.
He must keep calm... He could not lose his cool.
"You're their godfather, Draco," Blaise noted calmy. "You can't say you don't have the time, the money, nor the place. All those other people you speak of have busy jobs, smaller homes, and much less money than you do..."
A satisfied sound erupted from Potter's throat. "A valid point, Mr. Zabini." He gave Draco a taunting look, challenging him to say differently.
"Fine," Draco grumbled in defeat. "I guess... I can take them..."
"I'll need to talk to you first, Draco." Blaise looked briefly at Potter. "Alone, if you wouldn't mind, Mr. Potter?"
Draco now stood near the playing Elenore and Cinzia, staring at Blaise's middle child, noticing that Cara hadn't joined her sisters for their pretend tea party. Cara was laying on her stomach on a foam pad of many colours, spinning a magical toy top, intrigued by the colours, as her legs swayed back and forth to the rhythm of her humming. Draco faintly recognized the tune from one of Scorpius's musical toys. A singing bear, if he remembered correctly.
The youngest and eldest sisters got along perfectly well (too well; sickening well), but Draco had mildly noticed that Cara and Cinzia constantly butted heads when they acknowledged the other. It might just as well be a sibling thing though, as the Potter boys bickered often too. Neither he nor Hermione had siblings, so they were a little lost on what to expect. Hermione less than he. She had informed Draco that siblings often battled each other for attention. Or so that was what she had learned from the few years she had been around children. They also annoyed each other to the point of insanity— "It's a sign of their affection," she had told him.
Thankfully, Scorpius was their only child, and would remain that way, especially after just two hours with these girls (well, Potter's boys had somewhat to do with Draco's decision of that too).
"Party time's over," Draco announced gently.
"No!" Elenore shrieked. "I want to still pway pardy!"
Draco tapped his watch. "Tea time is done now. It's time to do something else."
"Can we cowour?" Elenore said with shining brown eyes.
"Sure—"
"No!" Cara gasped out, tossing the top she had been playing with into the toy chest. "Let's read a story! I can read! Did you know it, Drakko?!"
"His name is Draco, not Drakko," Cinzia corrected with a roll of her eyes.
"No, it's alright," Draco quickly said when he seen Cara's lip tremble, a sign that she may burst out crying. He did not need her to start that. "She can call me that."
Cara smiled widely. She then hurried to the area where the shelves of books were. Scorpius had mountains of books so she took her time picking.
Cinzia joined her with Elenore following closely behind her. "I can read too," Cinzia muttered.
"I know, Cinny," Cara said, thumbing through a picture book. "But yous been reading for years. It's nothing special for you. I just learnt how."
"I read too!" Elenore exclaimed, taking a random book from the bottom shelf and attempting to read it, even though it was upside down. "Yook!" she said to Cinzia, pointing out a mouse with a giant biscuit.
"Oh, I've never read this story." Cinzia took the book and looked over the cover. "Come on, Nora, I'll read this to you."
"But, Cinny!" Cara wailed. "I was going to read Nora this!" She held up a blue Dr. Seuss book.
"You're not as good as me, Cara. She likes my reading better." Cinzia then led their little sister away by the hand.
"I'm a better singer than you!" Cara shouted, throwing the book at her, missing.
"Missed me!" Cinzia sneered in delight, laughing.
Cara screamed in frustration and stomped her foot. She made to approach Cinzia but Draco caught her arm as she passed. "I know a good book," he said to distract her. "Scorpius loves it. How about you read it to me?"
"What's it called?" Cara asked instantly, looking around Draco to scowl at her elder sister. Cinzia didn't notice. She was already engrossed with reading.
"Just Me and My Dad." Draco summoned it up with his wand. "It's Scorpius's favourite book."
Cara's lip trembled again. "I miss my papa..." She sniffed.
Draco swallowed hard. Maybe that was a bad choice in title...
"Does yous has my pozione?" she asked him suddenly, rubbing a teary eye.
"Yes, and your father said to give it to you before bed."
"Can I sees it?" She seemed to doubt that he even had it.
"Sure." Draco fished it out of the inner pocket of his robes. He popped the cork, allowing her to sniff it.
Cara sighed in immense relief. "Good. I can read now."
She struggled on certain words, but most of the three letter words she had done well. Cara really enjoyed reading, and had even tucked herself up next to Draco on the sofa, growing tired as it neared her bedtime.
"Can you read me one now?" she asked after she had read two Little Critter books.
"You want me to read to you?"
She nodded and yawned. "Papa always reads to me before I falls asleep."
And so Draco read one last book, finishing it just as Hermione came in to announce that it was bed time.
"My pozione!" Cara needlessly reminded Draco as the other two girls put up a small fuss about having to go to bed. "Where will we sleep?" she curiously asked, when she had downed her potion.
"In one of the spare bedrooms for tonight," Hermione explained. "Tomorrow, we'll give you your own rooms though."
"But I want to sweep wiff Cinny!" Elenore wailed.
"Si, Nora always sleeps with me," Cinzia added proudly. "Or she doesn't sleep at all." Elenore confirmed this with a nod.
"Then you two can share a room," Draco told them, not caring what exactly they wanted room-wise. There was enough for them to have two or three a piece— if that's what they so desired.
"What about you, Cara?" Hermione asked, bending down to address her. "What would you like?"
Cara shrunk back behind Draco, wrapping her arms around one of his legs. She squeaked. Hermione gave Draco a funny look by her reaction.
"You don't need to be shy around Hermione, Cara," Draco said, prying her from his leg and guiding her back out into the open.
"No, Draco," Hermione said, frowning slightly and standing back up. "Let her adjust to me on her own."
"She sleeps all by herself anyway," Cinzia answered Hermione's earlier question. "In her room all by herself."
"Dat's why Cara has all dems incooby," Elenore whispered. "I don't gets no incooby when I sweeps with Cinny." At this, she stuck her thumb into her mouth to suck on.
"It's her fault though," Cinzia said with a patronizing sigh. "The monsters love when we sleep by ourselves."
"Stai zitto, Cinny!" Cara spat.
"Alright, enough of that," Draco jumped in immediately, nipping that in the bud before it got out of control.
"Be nice. You love your sister," Hermione said forcing herself to be cheery and set off to escort them to their room for the night.
After several bathroom trips, addition story readings, and even a song sung by Hermione (requested by Cinzia), the two adults had finally gotten the girls to quiet down and close their eyes.
Elenore and Cinzia were in the same bed which had been magically enlarged to accommodate them, and Cara, not far from them, was in her own bed, facing the wall, hugging one of Scorpius's stuffed toy cats that Draco had loaned her because she was missing her pet cat from home.
"She always sleeps with me," the little girl had emphasized when Draco informed her that "Kitty Kat Whiskers" would not be sleeping over that night. He was brilliant enough to charm the toy to feel like a real cat though. "But it's not Kitty Kat Whiskers," Cara had pouted when he had done it, but other than that, she made no more fuss about it, and cuddled it to her chest before she lay down.
Draco stood by the door after closing them in, and pressed a finger to his lips when Hermione looked at him funny for doing so. He cast a sound enhancing charm to see if the girls were going to say anything after they had left.
Elenore immediately began expressing her opinion on how nice Draco and Hermione were being to them. And Cinzia agreed, though she didn't add much to what was being said besides, "I did like having ice cream for dinner."
"You lied," Cara spoke up, interrupting her sisters' conversation. "Lying is bad, Cinny."
"Si," Elenore agreed. "Why yous tell dems dat Mama sings to us every night?"
"You didn't correct me, Cara," Cinzia pointed out. "Why didn't you tell on me?"
Cara was silent for many moments. Draco almost thought that she had fallen asleep.
"Tell me!" Cinzia practically shouted, making both Draco and Hermione jump to the sudden harsh sound. "Tell me why you didn't tattle on me?! You always do! You always get me in trouble!"
"Don't!" Draco whispered, stopping Hermione from opening the door.
"She shouldn't be shouting at her like that!" Hermione hissed.
Draco pointed to the door as Cara's tiny voice finally spoke up. "Because... I wanted Hermione to sing too..." she said softly. "Because... I was wishing it were true..." she finished in a whisper.
"I wished too," Elenore chimed. "I wish it true."
"Wishes are for stories only, Nora," Cinzia said. "They never come true."
"They can so!" Cara argued. "Don't be mean, Cinzia! Don't say that!"
"Well, you don't be stupid, Cara!" Cinzia snapped.
"I'm not stupid!" Cara cried. "Don't call me stupid! I'm not!"
"Okay, Cara, I'm sorry!" Cinzia said quickly. "Don't cry, Cara, please! You're not stupid! I didn't mean it!" The eldest sister was near tears, making her words believable.
"It's okay, Cinny," Cara told her. "I forgive you, and I'm sorry for being mean too." There were haste footsteps padding across the room, and when they stopped Cara said, "Ti amo, Cinny."
"I love you, Cara," Cinzia echoed.
"Hug me too!" Elenore pleaded. "Ti amo! Ti amo!"
It was when the girls began giggling that Draco canceled his hearing charm and gestured Hermione to leave them be.
"Those poor little girls," Hermione said with tears in her eyes. "They are so precious. I hope Zabini and Marietta can work their issues out."
"Me too," Draco agreed.
Merlin help them. Help them all.
"Would you really be scared with having a daughter?" Hermione asked when they had settled themselves in their own bed a couple hours later.
"Yes!" Draco scoffed. "I'm very grateful for having just Scorpius. Especially after tonight." She didn't want to meet his eyes after that, puzzling him a little. "I'm just going to guess that I answered that question wrong."
"I think having a daughter would be wonderful." Hermione could barely be heard. She had said it so quietly it had made Draco wonder if she may have been afraid to say it.
Of course, for him, the word 'daughter' made his insides cringe. How Blaise handled three was beyond him.
But of course, Blaise couldn't handle three daughters. Wasn't that why the girls were here to begin with? Or least his relationship with his wife was not fitting for them anyway.
Draco watched Hermione turn over on her side. She sighed sadly. He wrinkled his forehead, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. "You alright?"
"Yeah." Her tone told him differently though.
"You don't sound it," he said coaxingly. He really didn't need her upset right now. He had enough on his plate.
"No, I'm alright, Draco. Don't worry about it."
He didn't want to press her too hard, and to be frank, he was much too tried to have to wrestle it from her. Maybe she'd get over it. Perhaps she was on the rag and just in one of those moods women get during that time of month.
Clenching his jaw to suppress his mild annoyance with her, he pulled the covers up to his chin and closed his eyes, reminiscing over the day he just had.
'It's only for temporary,' he told himself. 'Life will go back to normal soon.'
He was sure of it.

Review Responses from the Last Update:
discord_the_lunatic: And it gets deeper too, heh.
cpetnm: Thanks for the Happy New Year's wish. I was wondering where you've been, but I noticed December was pretty slow, so I figured the holidays had ensnared people. :) Sorry you missed the updates ;o As for the Zabinies, can't say, nope. You'll have to wait for more updates. hehe.
ssdawning: More will unfold on the plot. :) And yeah, Draco's so sweet sometimes!
Tassana_Burrfoot : Aww thanks for your review. It's nice to read people like Scorpius, writing about a baby is not very easy. :)
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