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Author�s Note:� Damn
it, this was just supposed to be a ficlet, but of
course it�s taking on a life of its own.�
Ah well, my overactive muse plays right into your hands, doesn�t she?

�You�re going to make me late.�

Hermione smiled against his back,
ignoring his protest as she unwound the towel from his hips and reached for
what it hid.� He was already half-erect,
just from her proximity.� She loved
having that kind of power over a Malfoy.

She kissed the space between his
shoulders and inhaled his smell.� God, as
long as she lived she had never met anyone who smelled as good as either of
them.� She smiled and stroked the
substantial length of his cock.� He
hardened to steel in seconds and let out a quiet groan.

�Hermione, it really wouldn�t look
good if I was late for my own reinstatement hearing.�

�You won�t be late.� You still have an hour.�

�And I still have to decide what
I�m wearing, and eat breakfast, and then try not to vomit my breakfast up in
sheer nervousness��

She smiled to herself.� Draco was neurotic
on the finest of days, but today it was especially apparent.� She had no doubt that he would stand in front
of his closet for half an hour debating minutiae of what to wear � if she let
him.� �You�ve got nothing to be nervous
about.� They�re going to reinstate you.�

�I wish,� he gasped slightly as she
tightened her grip, �I shared your confidence.�

She walked around him and stood on
her tiptoes to kiss him sweetly.� His
cock twitched against her belly.� It was
good that he wasn�t so nervous that his body couldn�t respond to her.� There was hope for him yet.

�I�m going to take your mind off
things,� she whispered against his lips.�
And then she began a slow descent down his body, peppering kisses over
his chest and his toned stomach.� If she
had her way he�d be thinking of her on her knees before his hearing, not the
possibility that they might deny his request to be reinstated to his auror duties � again.

It was bollocks.� Draco wasn�t a
danger to anyone, except the criminals he was trying to catch, and that was the
point, wasn�t it?� The Ministry ought to
be grateful that he even wanted to
continue on their payroll after the way his injury had been handled.� He�d single-handedly captured the most
dangerous wizard out there, been very badly injured in the process, and then
been summarily shunned because of the nature of his injury.� They thought an Order of Merlin made it all
better; it didn�t.� He needed support,
encouragement, and counseling, and he�d been offered nothing but a flimsy
pension comparable with the muggle military�s
honorable discharge.� It had led her to
her current project: haranguing Kingsley about auror
benefits and services.� He agreed with
her on most everything as a former auror.� The only trouble was the crusty old Wizengamot; they were about as agreeable to change as a
vegan to animal products.

Ah, but she had more important
things to attend to right now.� Looking
up at Draco, who was watching through anxious but
lustful eyes, she sucked the head of his cock between her lips.� As she ran the tip of her tongue over the
slit at the top, he said,

�I think it�s working��

Yes, it was.� He was throbbing between her lips, hard and
silky.� The taste of him was clean and
slightly saline.� His masculine smell
never failed to prompt a surge of moisture between her thighs.� Oh yes, oral sex had never been so pleasing
to her as it was with either of her Slytherin lovers
� or both at the same time.

She sucked more of him into her
mouth with a moan.� They evoked some kind
of wantonness in her that she couldn�t explain.�
At first it had been a little frightening.� Now�well, now she just enjoyed it for what it
was.� And it was a license, a permit to
be absolutely free, to demand satisfaction, to give it, to indulge sexual
spontaneity without any guilt or feeling of constraint.� Quite frankly, it was a blessing.

Draco�s
hands wound into her hair, urging her on.�
She reached up to grip his lovely, muscular butt and took as much of his
pulsing shaft into her mouth as she could.�
With two of them demanding attention, she had learned very quickly how
to control the reflex that wanted to reject the presence of a cock in her
throat.

�Ah!� Hermione�yessss��
he hissed, his hips jerking slightly.�
She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, where her lips
couldn�t reach, and began a slow, firm stroke there as she rose and fell.� He, in particular, liked to know that she was
enjoying what she was doing.� That turned
him on even more.� So she sucked him with
enthusiasm, letting him hear the smack of her lips and her low sounds of
pleasure.

He fucking loved his crafty little
mate.� She knew that he�d be half out of
his mind with anxiety over this, so she had endeavored to make him half out of
his mind with something else.� And holy
hell, was she doing a good job of it.

It was enough just to see four
inches of his cock disappearing between her plump, pink lips.� The added bonus of feeling the head rub the
back of her throat was just icing on the cake.�
It would never not be
incendiary to him to watch her suck his cock, leaving that sheen of greedy
saliva on his shaft...

And he knew she liked doing
it.� There were women who didn�t, but
would do it anyway, and he had always known when that was the case.� A woman who really enjoyed performing oral sex
was like a lightning bolt to his libido.�
Hermione loved it, probably because it gave her a feeling of power, and
she would be woman enough for the rest of his life.

He moaned as she sucked harder, her
warm, tight mouth creating a maddening seal around him.� Shots of pleasure tightened in his
balls.� Oh yes, all nerves sufficiently
forgotten, save the real ones telling him just how good Hermione was at this�

He began to thrust shallowly into
her mouth, reveling in the slide of her lips and the nimbleness of her tongue
as it teased the underside of his shaft.�
She had caught him off guard and was giving him no quarter,
administering to him in exactly the way that he found most pleasurable and at a
relentless pace.� He was going to come,
quick and hard � and soon.

Stars began to blink behind his
eyes.� Tiny detonations of pleasure were
sparking with each hard suck and slide of her lips.� He thought about coming in her mouth, about
her accepting his carnal offering and swallowing it down like ambrosia.� That was all he could take.

He exploded with a short cry.� The world tilted and trembled as bursts of
ecstasy wracked him.� His fantasy became
reality as he watched her with vision that was blurry on the edges.� Hermione moaned softly and weathered each
spurt of his release, at last sliding back a bit to lick the last drops from
the head of his cock.

Draco had
to lean against the doorframe as his head buzzed.� Merlin�s beard, when she made him come, she
made him come.� She had certainly chased his anxiety away �
by making it completely impossible for him to hold a thought in his head.

Hermione let his receding member
slip from between her lips.� His
salty-sweet taste lingered in her mouth.�
Taking in his dazed expression, she was fairly sure that she had accomplished
what she set out to do.� At least for a
little while, his fears would be laid to rest.

She straightened up and
stretched.� Draco
was still broadsided by the aftereffects of his orgasm and merely blinked at
her.� Smiling, she leaned forward and
brushed her lips over his.� Then she
strode over to his closet, rummaged a bit, and picked out an outfit for
him.� It was a muggle
suit, designer and very expensive, and he looked so good in it that she was
considering buying a similar one for Lucius.� Though, Lucius did
cut quite the figure in his more old-fashioned styles.

She hung it on the hook to his left
and kissed him again.

�Wear that,� she said, �and you�ll
have every lady and gay man on the Wizengamot voting
yes without even opening your mouth.�

�I love you,� Draco
responded.� He said it suddenly, blurting
it with none of his usual composure and pretense.� Hermione smiled at him, thinking it was just
the endorphins talking.� After all, what
man wouldn�t feel like he was in love after a good blowjob?

�I love you, too,� she said
lightly, turning to get him a pair of socks.�
It wasn�t the first time those words had been said, at least between her
and Draco.� Lucius was a bit more reticent.� Draco told her not
to worry about it; apparently the man had only told him he loved him a few times in his entire life, and he was his
son.� He just wasn�t the sort to throw
his affection around lightly.� It didn�t
bother her.� As with the first time, she
could always feel and see and taste his emotions better than he could express
them out loud.

�No, Hermione,� Draco
said, his body pressing up against her back.�
�I�love�you.�� Each word was said
with care and intent.� They were genuine,
complete, beguiling�

She twisted in his arms to look up
at him.� His grey eyes smiled at her.

�I�I know,� she whispered with a
heartfelt grin and a blush.

He hugged her from behind.� �I think I�ll be able to keep my breakfast
down now, though I wish I had time to eat you��

�Later,� she said.� �After you get your job back.�

�I will be waiting for you later,
whether I get it back or not.�� A slight
smirk lifted his lips and his fingers pinched her backside smartly.� Then he separated from her, plucked the suit
off the hook, and went to get dressed.

Of course, Lucius
was still asleep.� Hermione shook her
head.� From looking at him on a regular
day, one would assume that he took forever to get ready.� She had seen first hand that it just wasn�t
the case.� He could be ready in thirty
minutes, and five to ten of those minutes were usually occupied by the slow,
groggy move from bed to shower.� After
that he blew through his morning routine, never failing to look immaculate
before he stepped out the door.

There were thirty-seven minutes
until Draco�s hearing.� Correction; Lucius
wasn�t entirely asleep, but in the early stages of the arduous task of waking
up. �He was by no means a morning person
and could be singularly unpleasant if one did not heed his signals.� It was one of many distressingly normal
things she had discovered about him.�

He�d made it through step one and
two of his wake up: turn over and cast off the blankets.� After that came two more minutes of
semi-consciousness, followed by opening his eyes, then sitting up, then
gathering the motivation to actually move, and at last shuffling to the loo.�

She could safely talk to him once
he�d opened his eyes, which he ought to do�in about thirty seconds.� So she sat on the edge of the bed, watching
him, counting in her head.� It was
twenty-eight seconds.� Then his eyelids
rose and revealed his beautiful blues.

�The hearing,� she said softly.

He nodded and gave her thigh a
gentle, reassuring squeeze.

She was in the massive bathroom
doing her makeup when he emerged from the shower.� She didn�t know how he could wash up
completely in only eight minutes, especially with hair the same length as hers,
but somehow he did it.� He was a bundle
of wonders, it seemed.

The transformation from the mute,
bleary man that slogged out of bed to the one who stepped briskly out of the
shower never ceased to amaze her.� If she
had known back in the day that the easiest way to neutralize Lucius Malfoy was to deny him a
shower in the morning, an awful lot of drama might have been prevented.� That said, he must have been nearly catatonic
in Azkaban, because Sirius (rest his soul) had mentioned that bathing was a rare
and precious event within the prison.

But she didn�t like to think about
the past.� Nor did she like to think
about the Lucius she�d seen in the Department of
Mysteries, or Lucius in Azkaban, or the suffering,
however deserved, he�d undergone in the last year of the war.� She couldn�t see any of that man in him
anymore, but a small part of her brain stubbornly refused to forget about it.

She had confessed as much to him a
few weeks ago.� He had laughed and told
her she needed to be more Slytherin; it was wise to
remember the past behavior of others no matter how changed they seemed, so one
could recognize the signs if history chose to repeat itself.� Forgiving was acceptable in his mind.� Forgetting was not.� And as long as she forgave him, he was happy.� And, he�d added, history would never repeat
itself with him.� He had then kissed her
senseless, leading to a long and torrid romp on his desk.

�I have a good feeling about this
hearing,� he said as he was brushing his hair.

�I wasn�t nervous earlier, but now
I am,� she replied, pausing in the application of her mascara.� �They�ve said no twice already.� It will just crush him if they turn him down
again.�

�They won�t.�� He sounded very sure.

�You know they say that bad things
come in threes.�

�They also say that the third
time�s a charm.�� He nodded to himself,
completely confident, and his certainty buoyed her.

She finished her mascara, his words
echoing in her mind.� Then she set the
makeup down and turned to him.� He�d just
finished the drying charm on his hair, and it lay soft and perfect on his
shoulders.

This time it was Hermione who spoke
impulsively.

�I love you.�

It was the first time she�d said it
to him outside of wild, impassioned lovemaking.�
In those times it was easily overlooked, or attributable to an orgasm-addled
brain.� His lips twitched.� Then they opened.� But they stuck there, unable to form the
words.�

He frowned and she knew that it was
at himself.� With a resolute shake of his
head, he leaned over and proceeded to give her a brain-melting, knicker-soaking kiss that ruined the lipstick she had
applied so meticulously minutes before.

While she blinked and swayed in the
aftermath of his kiss (she swore that he was like some kind of reverse-dementor, breathing soul into her rather than sucking it out),
he smirked and spelled the lipstick off both their faces.� Then he picked up the tube and repainted the
lips he had just kissed into a fine plump swell.� His hand was steady, gentle, and when he set
the lipstick back down she looked in the mirror to find that he had done it
perfectly.� Of course � he did almost
everything perfectly.

�Never doubt my feelings for you,
Hermione,� he said.� He kissed her
forehead reverently.� �And believe me
when I tell you that Draco will be happy no matter
what the outcome of this hearing is, because he has you.� Because we
have you.�

Hermione stepped out of the floo with her arm tucked securely in Lucius�s.� Up until now, he had shied away from
appearing together publicly.� They still
had no idea how to explain their triad relationship to the ruthlessly curious
public.� Someone would get crucified;
Hermione was worried it would be Lucius, and Lucius was worried it would be Hermione.� He said that people could call him whatever
names they wanted, but he would not stand for anyone labeling her a slut.� It was little things like that that made her
heart melt for him, as flawed as he was.

People had seen her out and about
with Draco.�
Speculation was running rampant that they were a couple, but they chose
neither to confirm nor deny.� To see her
with Lucius would only fuel confusion and the wildly
imaginative rumor mill.� Lucius was right about one thing; people wouldn�t
understand what they had.� But here he
was, firmly linked to her by the arm amidst the gauntlet of nosy people that
had invited themselves to the proceeding.�
She supposed it was a good sign that the most exciting thing on the
Ministry�s agenda lately was a job fitness hearing.

The whispers were beginning.� Hermione looked up at Lucius.� His face was calm, neutral, set in his usual
proud mask of inapproachability.� Inside,
she was sure he was clamping down on all the Slytherin
instincts that told him this was a bad idea.�
He was more or less offering himself up for the metaphorical cross.

An inexplicable lump formed in her
throat.� He couldn�t tell her that he
loved her, but he could go against every caution in his brain and instigate
every expression of horror that was sure to come when it was revealed that she
was with him.� With them.� He was going to bear the media�s slings and
arrows for her.� Coming from a man for
whom reputation and appearance were everything, that was stronger than any �I
love you�.

Hermione smiled and wound her arm
around his waist.� He gave her a look so
subtle that only she would catch it, one that said �are you trying to make a
bad thing worse?�, but grudgingly raised his own arm to drape over her
shoulders.� She tried to ignore the
flashbulbs that had begun to pop.

That was how they walked into the
hearing, three minutes early.� Draco was sitting in the middle of the floor with his
solicitor.� He twisted in his chair,
seemingly sensing their presence, and when he saw them arm in arm, he
smiled.� Hermione smiled back and so did Lucius � but he couldn�t quite keep it from becoming a
grimace as they took their seats and every eye in the room settled on them.

Draco
won.� Hermione liked to say it was the
power of �The Suit�, as it had been dubbed.�
Lucius liked to say that it was thanks to him,
who had gamely distracted everyone in the room by continuously exchanging
small, borderline indecent affections with Hermione.� That had taken her by surprise; in the
hallway he had barely wanted to put an arm around her shoulders, and then in
the middle of the hearing he was running a hand along her thigh?� Then he had winked at her and she understood;
slowly, subversively she reciprocated.�
Nobody in the hearing could concentrate worth a damn.� The reporters were goggling at her and Lucius, missing everything that Draco,
his solicitor, and the witnesses said.�
Of his three hearings, the last was the shortest, and the votes in favor
were nearly twice as many as those opposed.�
She suspected that some of the Wizengamot
members didn�t even recall what they were voting on by the time she and Lucius had escalated to her nearly sitting on his lap and
whispered sweet nothings that actually consisted of unflattering comments about
various witches and wizards in the room.

They still found themselves
chuckling over it.� Draco
said they were both nutters and that he�d won because
they�d realized that all the other aurors were
imbeciles, except his partner and Harry, of course.� Hermione had laughed at that; it was a little
bit of Lucius�s grandiosity that had rubbed off on
his son.

�What is it today?� Draco asked around a piece of toast.

�Amortentia,�
Lucius replied.�
�I brewed Amortentia and used it on Hermione,
and you�re just enjoying some special benefits of my evil scheme.�

Draco
snorted, shaking his head.

�That�s better than you being
members of a polygamist secret society,� Hermione chimed in, wandering into the
dining room.� �Or using Imperius on me.�

�They can say whatever they want,� Lucius shrugged, �I would just prefer to stop receiving
death threats.�� He glared at his
son.� �Why don�t you get any?�

�Because I�m the nice, upstanding
one,� Draco replied with a toothy grin.

The elder Malfoy
made a sour face.� �I have been very nice
and upstanding since the end of the war.�
Perhaps the gossip papers would be more likely to remember that if I put
some pressure on the media corporations that fund them��

She smiled.� Only Lucius would
insist that he was nice and upstanding while simultaneously discussing mild
blackmail.� Hermione was not at all
surprised that he had connections to the very papers that vilified him.� Lucius could
network like no one else; he was like a vine, able to push through, twine
around, and climb walls, always flourishing, always forging connections whether
those on the other side wanted it or not.�
She still didn�t know the true depth of his business ties and
investments and probably never would.

�Maybe we should just tell them the
truth,� she said.� Both men looked up at
her.� �Well, they already know half the
story.� They know Draco
was bitten and that he bit you, Lucius.� All they don�t
know is that you have Veela blood which chose the
same mate for you.�� She frowned.� �I never understood why you didn�t make your Veela heritage known in the first place.�

Lucius
set his fork down.� He looked slightly
uncomfortable.� �Hermione, some pureblood
circles look down upon those with Veela ancestors or
relatives.�

�Why?� she asked, perplexed.

�Because they can be considered a
type of magical creature.� They are
witches and wizards, yes, but not technically of pure blood.� Many overlook this because of their superior
looks and abilities, but�some believe it is no different than marrying a
werewolf or a centaur.�

�That�s ridiculous!� Hermione
exclaimed.

�Yes.� Fortunately those who believe such things are
few and far between.�� Lucius inspected his hands.�
�The Blacks, actually, were of that mind.� If it had been known that there was Veela blood in my line, Narcissa
never would have been allowed to marry me.�
Draco would have been considered less than
nothing, a blight upon their family.�

�Toujours
pur,� Hermione muttered, shaking her head.� The Blacks had evidently been the worst of
the pureblood fanatics.� Poor Sirius and
poor Andromeda.� And, to a degree, poor Narcissa.

�Toujours
mort,� Lucius answered.

There was a brief silence, in which
the only sound was Draco chewing on his toast.� Then he spoke up with a frown.

�There�s something else,
father.� Something you told me yourself.�

If Lucius
had looked uncomfortable before, he looked even more so now.� �Yes.�
I�the mating imperative can force a pureblood to choose a mate of any
blood status.� Some people do not think
it is worth the risk and look down on relations with Veela
because of that.�

Hermione had tensed visibly. �They tended to avoid talk of blood and its
politics.� This was the first time it had
come up in the two months they had been spent in each other�s company.� But it was now or never; the topic had to be
broached.

�You don�t�you don�t regret that
I�m your mate, do you?� she asked in a small voice.� �Because I�m muggleborn?�

�No,� Draco
said immediately.� �Never.�

Her eyes flickered to Lucius.

�Truthfully, I am grateful every
day that my blood chose you,� he said.�
He smiled the wry half-grin that signaled that he was being completely
honest.� �I think any other woman would
have bored me to tears.� ��

Hermione went to work happy, glad
that her men did not feel forced into something they didn�t want.� It had hovered on the edge of her mind for
some time, a small shadow of doubt, but now it had been chased away by Draco�s flat out denial and Lucius�s
more circuitous negation.� It wasn�t
uncommon for them to react that way; Draco was more
straightforward, rarely wasting energy on verbal circles, but Lucius just couldn�t turn it off.� She had come to know how to read between the
lines with him.

She looked around her shop, shaking
her head in pleased wonder.� Lucius had slowly insinuated himself into the running of
her business, and she had to admit that things were better than ever
before.� He had bought her a new
building, much larger and less run-down, and helped her decorate it in a way
that would please both the highbrows and the earthier bookworms that made up
her clientele.�

At first his money-throwing had
annoyed her; it felt as though he was somehow criticizing what she had, or
discounting the fact that she could manage just fine on her own.� That had been their first real fight.� Poor Draco had had
quite a week, stuck in the middle between their equally strong
personalities.� When she finally
understood that all Lucius wanted was to make her
happier and more successful (of course he couldn�t just say that directly,
stubborn fool), it had led to their first make-up sex.� And my oh my, was that a night to remember.� Especially after they had dragged Draco into bed, determined to remedy the week�s duress�

She paused in her work tagging
books as a warm flush moved through her.�
She was probably blushing as she thought about it.� Anyone watching her would assume she was in
love.� They assumed correctly.

A tap at the window startled her
out of her steamy memories.� There was an
owl.� With a serene little smile on her
face, Hermione glided over to the window to take the mail.� It was a note from Lucius.

I�ve been
thinking.� Do you suppose your friend
Luna Lovegood wouldn�t be entirely put off if I
contacted her?� I would rather give the
story to The Quibbler than to the vultures that are currently assassinating my
character.� I�ll trust your judgment on
this.� If you believe it would be
inadvisable, I will find another outlet � but I am most certainly through with
the Prophet and Witch Weekly.

�� That was so
like him, to admit she was right without saying it, to make it seem like it had
been his idea to tell the truth to the media.�
Hermione smiled.� He was such a
bizarre man.� The kind of man she never
thought she�d be attracted to.� Yet here
she was; he could incinerate her control with little more than a look and once
she got a taste of his reluctant sincerity it was like a drug.� She wanted more of him, more of it; she
wanted to continue chipping away at his layers to expose the mundane and the
esoteric, for he was made of equal portions of both.

�� She
scribbled out a quick reply to him and then went to call Luna.

�� Draco walked in the front door, depositing his broom where
the house elves would put it away.� Next
were his gloves, then his shoes, then his robe, left in a trail in the
entryway.� It occurred to him that
Hermione had never witnessed his homecoming routine and would probably yell at
him for expecting the elves to pick up after him.� He shrugged to himself; he would leave things
as they were until she actually noticed and did said yelling.

�� Hello,
darling,� his mother�s voice drifted out of the parlor.� �How was work today?�

�� He detoured
into the parlor.� She was there, as she
had been for many days now, surrounded by piles of real estate magazines and
colored markers.� She and Severus were house hunting.�
Draco smiled at the sight of her.� She was slightly flustered.�

Like him, his mother hated having
too many choices; he had probably gotten that personality trait from her.� More than either of them, though, he was
certain that Severus absolutely detested the
abundance of choice that these magazines brought upon them.� The only reason that they had to look for a
house at all was because his had been destroyed at the end of the war, when
people still believed he was the worst of the worst.� He would have been happy with something
simple and nondescript.� Narcissa was, like any woman, looking for her dream home
and it drove Severus absolutely insane.� In the meantime, they were staying at the
Manor.� It made the five of them a
quirky, twisted little family.

�� If not for
the housing magazines, it might have been easy to forget all that had
happened.� It might have been easy to
think that it was a day from one year ago, before the bite, before the mating
imperative, before everything.� Such was
the normalcy of the moment.

�� It was
fine,� he answered, stretching.� �They�re
giving me bullshit assignments, but at least I�m back to work.�

�� What do
you mean?�

�� Diagon Alley patrol duty today,� he rolled his eyes.� �Petty thieves beware, Draco
Malfoy is on the prowl.�

�� I�m sure
everyone was on their best behavior,� she smiled.� �But in all fairness, dear, things have been
relatively peaceful lately.� I�m sure
you�re not the only one stuck doing uninspiring patrols.� It�s fine with me.�

�� He
recognized the tone in her voice � the one that said �don�t you dare get hurt
again.�� Draco
leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.� He
was actually kind of glad that she hadn�t left the Manor just yet.� It was going to be strange to have to go
somewhere else to see her.

�� Yes, I
guess it�s better than chaos,� he agreed.�
�Where is father?�

�� His study,
I think,� Narcissa said, picking up yet another
magazine and pointing to a house in the top right corner.� �What do you think of this one?�

�� Oh, no,� Draco said, shaking his head, �I�m not getting sucked into
this again.�� She had already trapped him
into talking about houses three other times.�
He didn�t care one bit about wainscoting or crown molding or the
relative merits of a deck versus a gazebo, but had suffered quietly.� Not today, if he could help it.

�� Ungrateful
brat,� his mother grinned.� �If you see Severus on your way, tell him to come in here.�

�� Draco nodded and turned away, only just containing the
amused smirk on his face.� In spite of
the closeness their living arrangement had afforded, it was unlikely that Snape would listen to him.�
Frankly, he didn�t blame the man.�
If he saw Severus, he would tell him to run
the other way.

�� Love you,
mum,� he said over his shoulder as he escaped her domestic clutches.� His feet couldn�t carry him toward his
father�s study fast enough.� Narcissa was scary when it came to things like that; he had
already endured two years of her redecorations after the war.� That had led to some doozies
between his mother and father, shouting matches the likes of which he had never
witnessed (that floor is two hundred year old Black Forest wood, Narcissa, and flawless besides, why does it need to be
replaced, don�t spend money for the sake of spending money, and oh, you should
talk, Lucius you�re a fine example to go by), but in
the end they had found a suitable compromise and the Manor had never looked
better.� Draco
rather thought that the whole redecorating thing had been a mask for their own
issues in the aftermath of the war; as much as they were rebuilding the house,
so were they rebuilding their relationship.�
If not for the Veela reawakening, he had a
feeling his parents would have sailed on smoothly for the rest of their
lives.� They still would; there was just
the small matter that they were now both bound to someone else.

�� He knocked
on the study door and then walked in.�
His father was as completely distracted as his mother was, but with
different things.� He was reading
intently with a focused frown on his face, a quill being worried to shreds
between his fingers.

�� Father?�

�� Lucius blinked and in an instant, the worried expression
melted off his face.� �It�s late enough for
you to be home already?�

�� Yes.� What are you doing?�

�� Reading
the Ministry�s marriage laws.�

�� Thrilling,�
Draco replied.�
�Why, is there some problem with Mum�s marriage?�

�� Lucius gave him a mildly disapproving look.� �No.�
I�m trying to see if we can legally both marry Hermione.�

�� Oh.� We�re marrying her?�

�� Well, yes,
assuming she answers in the affirmative.�

�� Draco blinked.� The
rapidity of his father�s decisions sometimes stunned him.� �And when are we asking the question?�

�� I don�t
know.� I was going to coordinate
schedules with you.� And of course, we
have to go ring shopping��

�� Draco burst out laughing.�
Everything was a business relation with his father, absolutely
everything.

�� What?� Lucius demanded irritably.

�� Nothing,� Draco snickered. ��What do the laws say?�

�� His
father�s frown returned.� �They are not
encouraging.� The Ministry has a strict
anti-polygamy law that prevents anyone from having more than one spouse.� I�ve been searching for loopholes, but any
that could have been exploited were already used by groups before us, and as a
result the Ministry patched those holes.��
Lucius sighed.�
�We�re screwed.�

�� So, you
want us to marry Hermione, but we can�t actually do it?� Is that what you�re saying?�

�� Do you not want to marry her?�

�� Of course
I want to marry her.�

�� Then yes,
that�s what I�m saying.�

�� Draco breathed out a sigh.�
�We can�t just live in sin?�

�� Lucius slouched.�
�I�would be amenable to that, if not for the children.� I do not want them to be born out of
wedlock.� Call me old-fashioned--�

�� Children?� What?�
WHAT?!�� Draco�s
mind caught up with itself and he was nearly shouting.� �She�s pregnant?�

�� No.� Not yet,� Lucius
answered succinctly.

�� Draco relaxed, rubbing his hands over his face.� �Don�t scare me like that.�

�� Like
what?� Veela
mate for life, Draco.�
If you are going to have children, which you are, Hermione will be their
mother.�

�� He exhaled
and looked up at his father.� Lucius�s face was set, calm, his eyes clear and
defiant.� He was truly reconciled with
this.� Draco
knew his father was an all or nothing kind of man.� So if he was going to authorize the
diversification of his bloodline, he was going to go all the way.� There would be half-blood children and
everyone would like it, damn it.� That
was what his eyes said.

�� What about
you?� Draco asked, curiosity getting the better of
him.� �Are you planning on children,
also, while you map out our lives?�� He
couldn�t help the sarcastic barb.

�� I don�t
know.� Any further children I have will
be welcome, but superfluous.�

�� This
conversation is bizarre.�

�� Lucius nodded.�
�Decidedly.�

�� They sat in
silence for a few minutes.

�� So what do
we do, then?� Draco asked.

�� For once,
I have no bloody idea.�

�� A week had
come and gone.� Luna had been agreeable
to being the first news outlet to break the story of the Malfoy�s
Veela lineage and their triad with Hermione.� In fact, she had gone so far as to dedicate
the entire issue of the Quibbler to triad relationships.� The Truth about Triads, it was called; it had
hit newsstands yesterday.

�� Luna was Lucius�s new favorite person.� It amused Hermione to no end.� In truth, though, Luna�s thoroughness had
given them a lot of information they didn�t have before.� Lucius had met
other triads that had been in sustained three-way relationships for years, been
given a lot of good advice on any topic he could think of, and unbeknownst to
Hermione, the problem of marriage had been solved.

�� She was in
the book shop leafing through the Quibbler.�
Of the six triads that had been covered in the magazine, she, Draco, and Lucius were the only
ones that were so because of Veela blood.� They were also the only group that contained
a father and a son.� There was one other
that had two brothers, but she and her Malfoys were
an oddity even as oddities went.�

�� Luna was so
funny.� She had researched three-way
relationships and in her journalistic way, reported that fully 8 percent of the
wizarding population was or had previously been
involved in an intimate triad relationship.�
These relationships had an astounding success rate, as well � nearly 97%
stayed together for one year, 77% for five years, and 65% for ten years or
more.� There was a quiz included in the
magazine, designed to elucidate whether or not you had the personality traits
to support a triad relationship.� There
was also a feature called �Room for one more?� that elaborated in very great
detail all the ways three people of any gender could enjoy themselves
sexually.� Hermione blushed as she
realized that she had not yet partaken in some of these with her men.� There was no doubt in her mind that they
would get to it, especially with Lucius at the helm
of their sexual expression.

�� At least,
she thought Lucius was in charge � and so did Lucius.� However,
that was about to change.

So I leave you with that tempting cliffhanger�I warn you,
the next chapter is going to be intense, to say the least.
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