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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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Sorry that I have been neglecting to update this story here at this site. I got far behind. Today (October 16, 2016), I will post all chapters that are currently online at other fanfiction sites. From now on, it should be updated regularly.
Enjoy, and thanks for your support. **hearts**
Like her mother, Ginny was fortunate enough to have speedy deliveries. Hermione was envious of her red-headed friend who had succumbed only four hours of labour before little Lily Luna Potter came into the world, loudly screaming her displeasure of leaving the comfort of her mother's womb.
Luna, Hermione, and Molly hovered over Ginny, and all four of them goggled over the newborn. Lily was wide awake, staring at the face of her mother.
"Oh, she's so precious!" Molly squealed. She bent down to kiss her daughter's clammy forehead. "You and Harry make such beautiful babies! Look at that red hair!" She started tearing up then, pressing a tissue to her eyes. "My little girl has a little girl now. I'm so blessed!"
"Okay, let's let Harry and the others come in, Mum," Ginny suggested awkwardly. She hated seeing people cry.
Harry learned when James was born that he couldn't handle being in the same room as Ginny when she was in labour. The sight of the crowning baby head had made him so queasy, he had thrown up right in the room.
Hermione called the anxious people in to meet the new addition of the Potter family. It was late, so Albus and James had been left with Percy who happily volunteered to watch over them for the night, but Harry, Neville, Arthur, and the rest of Ginny's brothers were there.
Pictures were taken as Harry held the baby first (by Ginny's request: she felt the father should always be the second to hold the baby, and no one disagreed with her). Harry's smile was ginormous, but he nervously chuckled while he held Lily, especially so when George made jokes about what a little hellraizer Harry was to expect of her. "We Weasleys never go light, Harry."
Harry laughed. "I know."
"The girls especially," Molly added. "Good thing we stopped at one."
"Oh, I wasn't that bad, Mum!"
"Only cause you were smart enough not to get caught!" Ron joked.
"Lily will be too," Hermione said. "Unless she takes after Harry."
Harry groaned. "God have mercy on me please!"
"You'll be alright, Harry!" Arthur told him, patting Harry's shoulder. "You've done well so far."
"She's very cute, Gin," Luna commented once she had gotten to hold the tiny Lily, wiping a tear from her eye. "I hope I can be the best godmother. Thank you for giving me the opportunity."
"You'll do just fine," Ginny assured her, grinning.
Luna eyed Lily in awe, in immense disbelief that she had been truly made the girl's godmother AND that the baby was named after her. She actually cried, but they were happy tears. "Nev and I can't wait to have our own little babies!" She hugged Lily close to her. "I hope they are as pretty and as well behaved as yours are."
Ginny snorted. "Don't curse yourself, Luna."
"I'll second that!" Harry added, laughing.
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"Another set of godparents?" Draco asked when Hermione came back early in the morning. He had waited up for her, even though he knew it could take hours for a woman to have a baby. "What's going to happen if something does happen to them? Surely the Potter children won't be separated?"
"Of course not, Draco." Though Hermione found his concern for Harry's children quite amusing, she refrained from laughing. "If it happened, and God forbid it does, I'm sure Ron, Luna, Neville, and I could work something out where all the kids— Teddy included, could stay together."
Draco nodded absently. "I guess we should start the discussion of choosing our own the godparents for our little girl..."
"Do you have a suggestion?" She was a little skeptical since Draco didn't have many friends, and hardly any she'd deem worthy enough to look over her children.
He nodded slowly, carefully eyeing her. "For a godfather of course. I don't know many women, and not any who's close enough to assign my child's life to."
"Okay...?" she prompted him to say the name.
Draco drew in a breath. "I was thinking of Gregory."
"Goyle?"
"Yes, he's grown up a lot. I believe he's responsible enough."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. She had expected him to call out Zabini's name, but now that she thought about it, her boyfriend may had thought that the Italian man probably had too much on his plate at this given time. So, who else would Draco suggest besides Zabini and Goyle? He wasn't very close to anyone. He likely only helped Zabini because of the whole Slytherin thing. They didn't appear to be best of friends or anything.
"Listen," Draco started when she had made no verbal response over his suggestion. "He's a bone Healer now—"
"He is?" Hermione was impressed by this.
"I know. It's hard to believe. I should have been a better friend. He wasn't entirely stupid. He did make it to fifth year potions."
"We kind of just thought that that was because Professor Snape was your Head of House."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Hermione, Snape played favourites, but he wouldn't put anyone into Advanced Potions if they couldn't handle it. That's risking a whole lot of lives, his included. Gregory and Vincent were relatively book smart, without needing many study sessions for tests. They could have done much better if they applied themselves more though. Unfortunately, food was most important to them."
"But can Goyle handle a child? Does he have the patience to do it? The love?"
"He's going to have his own daughter soon, and he stuck by his Muggle wife, choosing her over me when I was being a prick hole. So yes, I believe he would make a decent godfather for our daughter. A typical Slytherin puts those who he loves first. Gregory has shown he can do that."
Hermione bit her lip. She wanted to include Draco on this choice since he wasn't involved when it came to choosing Scorpius's godfather and godmother, but she was still undecided.
"You don't have to agree today," Draco told her gently, likely thinking that she'd reject the idea too quickly. "We can still think on it. But I beg of you, let's not burden Potter with anymore children. He has three of his own fulltime, Teddy most of the time, and Merlin knows how many more godchildren he has or will have."
She gave a nod in thought, agreeing with his reasoning. "And Ron is out of the question?" she asked with a tiny, knowing grin.
Draco snorted. "To put it nicely: No-fucking-thank-you!"
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Scorpius played with a blue plastic ring on his baby walker, spinning it around really fast, making it blur. He studied the colour while listening to his parents talk about what they wanted to name his upcoming little sister. He giggled out loud when Derbla expressed his opinion on one name that Mina had just suggested.
"And what's wrong with Jane?!"
"It's much too Muggle for a Malfoy."
"Well, I certainly don't want to call her Cassiopeia! The name's a mouthful! Worse than mine is!"
"We could call her Cassie."
"Cassie?! No, we can't! There was a girl in primary school named Cassie who constantly made fun of me. No, we're not going to name her that!"
Derbla sighed. "I want to follow my mother's family theme tradition. The baby would be completely out of place if she's not named after a star."
"I always wanted to name my daughter Diana Jane." Mina folded her arms across her chest and looked sternly at Derbla, daring him to argue.
"Did it ever occur to you that perhaps the father of your child would hate that name? Besides, you named Scorpius—"
"I did not!" Mina barked. "The bond did that! I wasn't sure what to call him, since I went through nearly the entire pregnancy thinking he wasn't going to be mine!"
"Which all the more means that the children I sire should be named with my family's naming tradition; even the bond knew that," Derbla pointed out with a smirk.
"You're being arrogant again," Mina said warningly.
Derbla put a hand up to his forehead. "Maybe we can find a name that suits what we both want."
Mina huffed. "I doubt it. Most of the names that you're picking are so old fashioned."
"They're unique!"
"And her peers will tease her for such a ridiculous name! Do you know what it's like to be teased?! You don't! Not day in and day out!"
Derbla stiffened and took a slow drink of his tea. Scorpius watched them closely in silence. This conversation wasn't going all too well. He'd have to do something if they didn't reel back a little.
"Well, that was a bit of a low blow, Hermione," Derbla muttered coldly a few moments later.
Mina suddenly looked ashamed. Her face reddened a little. "I'm sorry," she mumbled quickly. "I wasn't exactly meaning you—"
"Who else would you mean? It was I who had constantly made fun of you."
Mina lifted her shoulder up. "It wasn't just you... I mean, I could write a novel on how rotten you used to be, but the girls in my dorm room were awful too. They found me incredibly annoying. The Ravenclaw girls in our year were jealous of me and my grades, so they nicked at me any chance they got. If it wasn't for the adventures Harry, Ron, and I went on, I would have had a terrible childhood, lacking any friends. I was sorted into Gryffindor for a reason. The hat saw it. I needed to 'get out' more. Books are great, but they don't make decent friends to socialize with."
Derbla placed his arm around Mina and pulled her to him. He kissed the top of her head. Scorpius was relieved to see this. His parents were getting better at talking through their problems instead of going straight to fighting. Although, each of them still had a habit of getting offended over the tiniest statement the other said.
"Things are different now. No one is going to tease you anymore," Derbla told her. "You're a heroine. An idol. And your children will be too— even if we pick a dumb ordinary name like Rose to name our daughter."
Mina's eyes lit up. "Oh! Rose! I like—"
"No, I didn't say that for an actual suggestion!" Derbla groaned. "My daughter is not going to have a name that a Weasley would choose!"
"Idah!" Scorpius squealed from his place near them. He slapped the tray of his walker excitedly, gaining his parents' attention.
Derbla slid off the sofa and approached him on his hands and knees. "You want to help name your baby sister?" There was a lever on Scorpius's walker and he flipped it to play a musical tune. Scorpius laughed at it and mimicked his father's move.
"Dahs!" Scorpius answered. "Idah!"
"How can he help?" Mina asked with interest.
Scorpius pinched of bit of his hair and pulled at it gently. "Haffs!"
"Haffs?" Derbla questioned, not understanding him thoroughly.
"Dahs! Haffs!" He pointed across the way to a set of drawers. "Haffs!"
Mina got up to look inside the drawer. "Third one down," Derbla supplied.
"That's where all his hats are," she informed.
"Hat?" Derbla asked Scorpius.
Scorpius nodded, smiling wide. "Haffs!"
"We're not calling your sister 'hat'." Derblah laughed.
"No..." Mina said, fingering a crocheted red hat that she insisted Scorpius wear every time he went outside. "But maybe..." Her eyes widened. "I have an idea!" she gasped excitedly and hurried over to them. "What if we let Scorpius pick one of our names out of a hat, and who ever he picks gets to choose the first name, and the other gets to pick the middle."
"Dahs!" Scorpius threw himself back in his seat. Mina was starting to understand him more lately. This was a good thing. Mina was not a baby whisperer like Derbla was.
Derbla thought it over. He nodded slowly. "That sounds fair enough, that way, we each get to choose a name."
"And it involves our little Scorpy in the whole deal!"
Derbla and Mina gave Scorpius kisses on his cheeks then, making him laugh.
Scorpius was going to be a good brother to his little sister. That much he promised to himself and to his Derbla and Mina.
A week later, Scorpius eyed the baby Lily Luna Potter over. Mina had brought him with her while she visited her friends. All Albus and James wanted to do was show their baby sister off. Scorpius figured he will probably do the same thing with his own sister once she was out of Mina's tummy.
Scorpius only hoped that his sister wouldn't cry as much as Lily did though. Lily didn't like being left alone, so anytime she couldn't see someone in her eyesight, she'd scream. Albus and James would eagerly run to her, often showing up before their parents could, and they would then make silly faces at her. She'd stop crying after that, and she would try to laugh, but Lily was too young to laugh just yet.
Scorpius tried copying the older boys. He was thinking that he may need to learn how to act and look silly for his sister for when she would become unhappy and needed attention. Albus and James laughed at him because his attempts to mimic them were not very good ones, but he was determined to get it right. He was going to help Mina and Derbla with his sister, because that's what big brothers do. Albus and James were good big brothers. Scorpius was going to learn lots from them.
"Peeus is so funny!" Albus giggled.
"Ew, he drools like you, Al!"
"No, he does not!"
"Does so!"
"No!"
"Okay, who started it this time?!" Their mother came in with her hands on her hips. Both Albus and James pointed at each other, their eyes glaring daggers.
Scorpius returned to his task, sticking his fingers into the corners of his mouth, trying to stretch it out wide like James had done. Lily's chin dropped in awe, and her eyes grew, wondering how he was able to do that.
It was good enough for now, Scorpius decided. His sister would likely do the same thing as Lily when he showed her what he could do to make her happy. Lily made for good practice for when his sister would come.
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"How did your friends react to your news?" Draco asked as he attempted to feed Scorpius a bowl of stewed beef that Hermione had ground up for him.
Hermione took a bite from her meal, looking a bit on the meek side. "I didn't tell them."
Draco's eyebrows raised up. "I thought that was the point of your visit with them?"
"Yes, well, I decided against it." She stabbed a slice of baked potato with a fork and swirled it around her plate, covering it with the juice from the beef she had cooked for dinner.
Her answer confused Draco. Once he had adapted to the thought of having a daughter, she had been fairly excited about the upcoming baby. They had even gone shopping for a few things. A few very girly things. Their home was going to burst with the colour of the Stomach Settler potion (which was obviously pink) by the time the baby was born.
"And why did you change your mind? It's quite exciting news for you to share, Mione."
She popped the piece of potato into her mouth, chewing it thoroughly before replying. "I was just thinking that..." Hermione looked down at her plate. "Maybe your parents should know about our baby before everyone else."
Draco lowered the spoon that had been posed in front of Scorpius's awaiting mouth. He stared at her a moment and only took his eyes off her when his son wailed out anxiously, wanting to eat. He allowed Scorpius to take control of the spoon who sloppily tried feeding himself— with little success.
Draco got up from his seat and stood behind Hermione, grasping onto her shoulders, squeezing them gently. "Is that so?" he asked, bending down and nuzzling his face into her mane of hair.
"Family should come first..." she murmured, closing her eyes as he massaged her tight muscles.
He chuckled at her comment. It was such a sweet thing to say, and do— holding off from telling her famous Harry Potter friend that she was expecting another child, all so his parents could be told about it first. How nice of her to do that.
But then Draco frowned. It was a sweet gesture, but it was also just a bit sad. "I thought you considered your friends... family though?"
Hermione gave a small shrug. "It's not the same..." She leaned her head forward and she started to sob.
She missed them. Her own parents. Her own family.
Draco didn't know what to say to make her feel better, so he didn't say much besides, "It's okay." and "Shh." He wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her. There wasn't anything else he could do to help her. She had to let herself go once in awhile.
He was sure her pregnancy hormones had something to do with this breakdown too.
Draco felt horrible. How she had survived this long without her parents, he didn't know. She was so strong. He would not have lasted long if he didn't have his own mother and father around.
"My poor sweet, Mione," he whispered to her. "It'll be okay, love."
"And just what is this?" Father pointed to a mushy looking side dish. He and Mother had been invited over the next night for dinner, and he was a little reluctant to eat after discovering that Hermione had been the one to cook the meal and not a house-elf.
"Polenta," Draco answered, serving himself a spoonful of it. "Hermione's mother used to make it for her when she was little."
Father's lip curled up, disgusted by the sight of it.
"Mum's recipe was made with chickpeas though," Hermione informed, taking the serving dish from Draco and spooning Scorpius some. "This one was made with cornmeal, and Scorpius loves it. Don't you, my baby?"
"Dahs!" Scorpius stuck a finger into the mess and then brought it into his mouth to suck on. "Mina, noom!"
Draco laughed. "Noom means yum," he translated for his parents, who smiled at the cuteness being displayed by their grandson.
"Oh, just let me feed my little, sweet grandbaby!" Mother cooed, scooting her chair closer to Scorpius and taking his tiny baby spoon to begin the process.
"Nan!" Scorpius cheered.
"You do realize there is room at the Manor for you, Draco?" Father spoke up, passing on the Polenta mush when Hermione held it out to him, and setting the dish back on the table— far away from him.
"Hermione likes it here." Draco avoided his girlfriend's look, busying himself with his food. He would love if she'd agree to move into Malfoy Manor, but he doubted she'd ever do it.
"And what about you?" Father addressed. "Doesn't any of your interests count too?"
"Lucius," Mother warned without even taking her eyes off Scorpius. "It is not your business." She cleaned up Scorpius's face with the spoon from the polenta that had slopped out of his mouth.
"We've learned to compromise," Hermione said quietly. "It's working for us."
To Draco's relief, Father ate a few bites of food quietly, making no comment. He was still a little leery about eating the food Hermione had made. He did a lot of shuffling it around on his plate, eyeing it over cautiously.
"You know, I've been cooking these last few months for both your son and grandson, Mr. Malfoy, I assure you that the food on your plate is perfectly safe to eat."
"Well, it tastes very lovely, Miss Granger," Mother complimented politely and took a bite from her own plate of food. "I especially like this—" She poked her fork to a side dish of sauteed Swiss chards. "Just lovely."
"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione tossed her a tiny smile.
"It's really not too bad," Father added after getting a dirty look from his wife. "Since a house-elf didn't prepare it, I expected it to taste much worse than this."
"It's terrific," Draco said. "Sometimes Hermione's food is better than a house-elf's."
"Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that—" Father stopped himself when Mother cleared her throat with a warning.
"Noom!" Scorpius screeched, slamming his hand down on the tray to his high chair.
"It's right here, sweet pea!" Mother gave the baby another spoonful. Scorpius smiled and in the process, a mess of food squeezed out from between his lips. This made everyone laugh, which in turn made Scorpius laugh. He loved the attention he was getting. Hermione sprung up from her chair to clean his face.
"You're a messy eater," Father playfully scolded. "Just like your father used to be."
"He'll be fine in a few years," Draco assured him. "Hermione cleans up after him quickly."
"As if you don't?" Hermione tossed at him.
"Not as bad as you do, but I understand that a bit of dirt isn't going to harm him."
Scorpius fussed a little as Hermione excessively wiped his face clean before moving on to his hands.
Father leaned toward Draco. "I see what you mean," he muttered softly.
Draco grunted. "Mione, let chomper finish his meal before you start bathing him!"
"He'll get gunk all over your mother's dress!"
"Oh, he's just fine!" Mother assured her.
"And it's not like she can't have it cleaned." Father added, shaking his head. His eyes were shining with amusement though.
"You'd think after seven months, she'd learn," Draco joked.
"She's not dumb, son, just stubborn."
Hermione stood up straight, crumbling the wet wipe in her hand that she had been using to clean the baby up. She tilted her head, looking Father over, slightly surprised by his statement. She laughed. "You're absolutely right!" She sat down and took a drink of her water, a small smile frozen to her face. "My dad used to say that all the time to my mother," Hermione said a moment later. Her eyes were a bit misty with emotion.
Draco watched her uncomfortably, hoping she wouldn't cry now. Not in front of his parents. He'd feel so silly and helpless if she did— not something he wanted them to witness. "You alright, love?" he asked in concern.
Hermione nodded and wiped her eyes with a napkin. She laughed uneasily, embarrassed. "These damn hormones have gotten me all messed up."
Draco cleared his throat. They hadn't told his parents yet, and they weren't stupid. They were very smart, and had quickly understood what that meant.
"Hormones?" Mother asked. Her attention was off Scorpius now, eyes switching from Hermione to Draco and back again, seeking for an answer.
"Dabob!" Scorpius shrieked. "Mina, dabob!"
Hermione hid her face in her hands. "Oh, God!" she wailed. "I'm so sorry, Draco!"
Draco got up as fast as he could when she started crying and hurried to Hermione to comfort her. "Don't cry!" he pleaded, tapping her back. He swallowed hard and turned red, noticing his mother and father were staring at them.
"I didn't mean to let the cat out! I just—!"
"You're fine, Mione. Relax."
"Draco, what's going on, dear?" Mother asked. She attempted to look like she wasn't all too interested, but there was something about the way her eyebrows twitched that told Draco she was faking it.
"Hermione's pregnant."
"Is she?!" Mother squealed. "Oh, my stars!" Her voice got so high, it made Father jump. "Does that mean—?!" She stood up, smiling so widely. "It means so, right?! Lucius?!" Mother demanded for an answer.
Father shook his head. "Breathe, Narci," he instructed, delicately placing a forkful of food into his mouth. "Finish what you're trying to say, and stop speaking half-sentences."
"It's a girl?! Am I right?! I'm going to have a granddaughter?! Aren't I?!" Draco had never seen his mother react to something in such a way before. It nearly frightened him. She might have a heart attack right there on the spot.
"Yes," Draco answered. He winced as Mother screamed and fanned herself with a hand. "Oh, this is so wonderful!" She sprinted around the table, and took both Draco and Hermione into a hug. "Thank you! Oh, thank you! I always wanted a daughter, it just was never possible— I couldn't have anymore children after Draco, you see."
"Um..." Draco tapped his mother's hand. She was crying, happily crying, but still... "You're... welcome...?"
His father smirked, amused by the sight of their group hug and Mother's reaction. He wandlessly conjured up a ClickClap. "Alright, everyone smile and say, 'baby girl!'"
Mother's hug got tighter. She squealed excitedly, and screeched, "Baby girl!" Draco smiled softly, hearing Hermione's voice being drowned out by his mother's.
He took a deep breath. Well, this is going to be an interesting experience...
Review Responses:
GhostPiixie :
It's actually not over, I was just too lazy to update it here.
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Thank you for review. I project it to have about 51 or 52 chapters. We'll see!
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