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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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"Hermione, darling," Draco murmured into her ear, gently waking her up. "I've got something for you."
Hermione rolled over with squinted eyes and was greeted with a good morning kiss. She smiled against Draco's lips, kissing him back.
"A sweet gift that was," she told him dazedly when he stood up at the side of the bed.
"No, the kiss was for me," he told her with a smirk. Draco turned toward the nightstand picking up a tray of food. "I thought you would enjoy breakfast in bed— since it's your birthday and all."
"Draco!" she gasped as she sat up to receive the meal. She looked at the platter of her favourite breakfast. Eggs (sunny-side up), wheat toast with peach jam, a piece of bacon, half a cup of yogurt with fresh strawberries, and a cup of tea to wash it all down with.
"You didn't make this…" she noted with a frown. It looked way too perfect for someone who has never cooked before.
"No, Toogy did, if I had made it, it would have been a mess, and we want you to enjoy it."
Hermione gave him a disapproving look, wondering if she would ever get him to do something in the kitchen or not. It really wasn't fair that he relied on others to do everything for him. It wasn't healthy either.
"Toogs says happy birthday," Draco told her with a guilty grin. "She says she hopes you enjoy the meal she cooked for you; it was her idea."
Hermione lifted an eyebrow. "Honest?"
He nodded. "I told her what she could make for you, because I know your favourite foods."
Well, if this was really a gift from a house elf, she certainly wasn't going to refuse it. As she bit into her toast, she began to think what she could get Draco's elf in return.
"I've got something else planned for you," Draco told her mysteriously, sitting next to her hip, wearing a goofy smile.
"And what may that be?" she asked, playing along.
"A surprise…" he whispered, tucking his hand under the sheet that still covered her legs, running his hand along her leg, caressing it. "I've got Greg coming over today to watch the children while we're out."
"We're going out?" Hermione was mildly shocked, having not expected to go anywhere.
"Oh, yes," he purred, making her blush. "To a place you've never been before."
"And you're not going to tell me where that is?"
Draco shook his head and got up from the bed when Talli started screeching; it sounded like she was dirty. "Don't you worry about anything today, love. I've got everything taken care of!"
Hermione smiled, resting her head back into the pillows, watching Draco take the wailing Talli out of the room to tend to her.
"Mina!" Scorpius called, running into the room as fast as his chubby legs would let him. He stopped at the side of the bed, holding up a dark blue piece of construction paper.
"What's this, baby?" she asked, setting aside the tray of food and lifting him up into her lap.
"Badaday!" he exclaimed, placing the paper onto her hand.
Hermione looked it over. It had been folded in half. The front and insides had lots of scribbling on it, made from several different coloured crayons. The back had a note written in Draco's writing that said, "Happy Birthday, Mama, love Scorpius!"
"Aww, my sweet, little, precious, baby boy!" Hermione squealed with tears in her eyes. She hugged her baby close to her chest, kissing his cheeks. "Thank you, Scorpy! Mama loves your birthday card, and she loves you even more!"
"Kiss, kiss!" the baby giggled, returning the gesture.
"You were supposed to wait for me, you little chomper!" Draco scolded Scorpius playfully from the doorway, holding messy-haired, sleepy-eyed Talli; tears from moments before clung to her cheeks.
"I don't!" Scorpius said, earning laughs from both his parents.
"And how's my baby girl this morning?" Hermione cooed, making Draco cross the room to her.
Talli instantly smiled at her mother's voice, humming out happily.
"Badaday!" Scorpius said to his sister, showing her the card he had made for their mother. She went to grab it, but Scorpius apparently knew that would be a bad idea and swung it out of her reach. "No!"
Talli gurgled, obviously not understanding what he meant.
"She'll be hungry shortly," Draco warned Hermione who cradled Talli, tickling her foot. "I'll be back in a few with her bottle."
"Did Scorpius get to eat?" Hermione managed to asked before he exited the room.
Draco tossed his head, gesturing to the tray next to her where Scorpius was picking out the strawberries from Hermione's yogurt.
"Oh, Scorpius!" she groaned, noticing the yogurt had been smeared all over the pillows.
Draco chuckled before rounding the bed, taking Scorpius to go clean him up.
"Don't forget Talli's bottle!" Hermione reminded him.
"I won't!" he promised. "Else the world will hear about it!"
Hermione laughed. "She's certainly your daughter!"
"No regrets, love!"
She sighed, happy with her life and happy that Draco had adjusted quite well to having a daughter.
"You are just too adorably cute," Hermione told Talli. The tiny girl had managed to get her foot up to her mouth and was sucking on a toe.
"And my, Talli, you are a limber one."
"I don't know about this, Draco," Hermione whispered a couple of hours later when it was time to leave behind her babies and go with Draco.
"Everything will be alright, my love," he told her, squeezing her hand gently. "Greg's actually a terrific Healer—"
"A bone one," Hermione interrupted in a mutter, watching Draco's friend take turns making googly faces at Talli and his own daughter. The two babies were stuck in a series of giggles, Vanity was hiccupping every couple of seconds through hers.
"I just think she's still too young."
"Tallistar has been away before with Mother, and it'll only for a few of hours." Draco kissed the side of her head. "And Healer Soulan said she was fine this morning. You're over worrying."
Hermione nodded; he was right, she was just being overprotective.
"Scorpy, baby!" she called out to her son who was ramming a toy train into a toy car at the floor of the sofa. "Come say bye bye to mama!"
Scorpius smiled and climbed up to his feet, running to her. "Bye!" he said when Hermione pulled him into her arms, hugging him tightly.
"I love you."
"Muv you! Muv Derbla!"
Draco kissed his hand. "We'll be back before you know it!"
"Know it!" Scorpius repeated and squirmed out of Hermione's arms to go back to his playing.
"Alright, my little princess," Draco said, crossing the room to say goodbye to Talli. Greg stepped out of the way so Draco could bend down to place his lips gently to her nose. Talli sneezed.
"Oh, Draco! She sneezed! We can't leave!"
Draco laughed softly, but Hermione didn't find it humorous at all!
"What if she's sick!"
"It's not even fall yet—"
"But it's very near! I'm not leaving!"
Draco sighed. "Relax, sweetheart." He waved his wand over the baby who was now being coddled by the worried mother.
"36.67," a voice, created by the magical spell, said.
"You see? She's not even running a temp."
"And Tallistar is just so happy to see her godfather, isn't she?" Greg said, speaking in a goofy voice. The baby smiled with her toothless grin.
Hermione hummed in doubt, but reluctantly passed her baby over to Greg. She was acting ridiculous, she finally decided. Talli would be fine; there was nothing wrong with her, and she appeared to like Greg a lot. Then again, both of her children weren't exactly anti-social.
"Let's go then," Hermione said to Draco, hurrying to the Floo before she could change her mind.
"Rose Mary's Spa For the Magical," Draco spoke clearly. Hermione didn't get a chance to react before she was sucked into the network, traveling by magic.
"A spa…?" she asked Draco after the magic released her, sending her tumbling out of the fireplace.
"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy and Miss. Granger," a woman greeted them.
"Madam Zoey," Draco greeted. "I assume you have everything ready?" His question was answered with a quick nod. "Then if you would lead the way to our dressing room."
"A spa?" Hermione repeated in a whisper as they followed Madam Zoey through the lobby of the building, passing by a fountain with an enchanted stature of a fairy. The beautifully painted statue waded through the water, creating a gentle rippling sound in the pool, accompanying with the one of the water spraying from the fountain.
"You have never been to one."
"For a reason!"
"Can't you just be a little less of a miser for once in your life? What are you so worried over money about?"
"It's not only because of the cost— how much did this cost you anyway?"
"Isn't it rude to ask such a question?" her fiancé asked with a raise of his brow. "Since it's a gift?"
She relented, seeing the point to his question. "Yes, it is; I apologize."
He took her hand into his and stopped them so he could kiss her. "You'll love this pampering stuff, I promise."
"Don't you have to be…" she paused, looking nervously at Madam Zoey who had stopped at a fair distance, waiting for them to proceed. "...naked for this?"
"Well, no, but it makes the task easier, and they don't see anything, you're completely covered with towels— except for the parts they'll be messaging." Draco ducked his head low to her ear. "And only I am allowed to massage the parts you're worried about exposing."
Hermione felt a red, hot blush crept to her face, and she smiled, her eyes falling down to their linked hands.
"I'll be with you the entire time; they have special areas for couples only. All you have to do is relax, they'll do everything else."
"Alright," she said. If he'd be here with her, showing her how it's done, then it wouldn't be so bad.
"And are there any specific genders you wish to have as your concierge?" Madam Zoey asked when they proceeded their walking.
"Female, if you do not mind," Draco answered without a thought.
"A female is going to rub you down?" Hermione instantly grew jealous.
"Yes, well, I don't feel all too comfortable with a man touching my body."
She narrowed her eyes. "I don't feel comfortable with a woman touching your body."
"Don't be like that," Draco chuckled, pulling her into the dressing room and shutting them in. "It's no big deal."
"If it's no big deal, then why not have a man do it?"
"Mione, it's called preference, nothing more. Would you rather have a male masseuse?"
She gave it a quick thought and shook her head.
"Then relax, sweetheart." He hugged her, nuzzling his nose into her hair. "You'll be right in the same room to keep an eye on that woman."
"And you know I will!"
Draco laughed. "Come. Let's hit the sauna first, you'll love it!"
He started undressing, tossing his head toward a shelf of towels. "Grab two of them for yourself, one for heat shielding, and the other for your modesty."
"Why for modesty? I thought you said we got a private area to relax at? Is the sauna not private?"
Her fiancé only smiled. "You'll see, my love," he told her, picking out two towels for his own self, covering his naked lower half with one.
"Need help with yours?" he asked with a purr.
Hermione rolled her eyes, giggling. "I think I can handle this," she assured him, tucking a corner of the towel in between it and her skin. "Okay, I'm ready to get uncomfortably sweaty!"
"It's not the sweat that is grand, it's the cool down afterwards, you'll see!"
Draco lead the way to an antique looking door that had a sign with the words: The Sauna: we ask for you to be polite to our Sahip.
"Sahip?" Hermione questioned, knowing what the word meant, having been studying a handful of languages in the past month for her work. "Why wouldn't anyone be nice to the owner of such a place? It's a lovely, beautiful establishment!"
Draco didn't answer her, his grin grew wider. He lead her into the small heated room by the hand. Two benches and an old wooden barrow was all that accompanied the room.
"That must be heat source," she noted, speaking about the barrow.
She let out a startled shriek when the lid moved, and an elf (about the size of the barrow) climbed out. It was short with a red hat and a long, grey beard.
"Heat source?" he said with a small chuckle. "Well, I am warm blooded, so that could make sense, yes!"
Hermione scanned her head, wondering if she had ever read anything about a type of elf that lived in a barrow, but nothing came to mind.
"This is the Sahip," Draco informed a curious Hermione. "He watches over the occupants of the sauna."
"Watches…?" Hermione questioned slowly.
"Oh, you do not have to worry about me peeping at your humanly bodies, we Sahips have no interest in them." The Sahip then bowed.
"Oh, please do not bow to me!" Hermione huffed, sending Draco an annoyed look. He knew how she felt about magical creatures waiting on humans!
"It is in the utmost respect, my lady; we share the same respect, should you behave decently in my sauna."
"I hadn't planned on… misbehaving… I'm not some child..."
"The Sauna is a sacred place," the Sahip continue, spreading out his wrinkled hands, motioning around him. "You sit, you talk— do not fight— and good health will prevail!"
"Thank you, Mr. Sahip—"
"My lady, the name Sahip is quite fine, thank you." With that he jumped back into the barrow, closing himself inside of it.
"What an interesting little elf," Hermione said, noticing that Draco had already made himself comfortable by laying on one of the benches, using one towel as a pillow with his second one wrapped around the top of his head, having removed it from his waist, obviously having no problem with the elf seeing his most private part of the body.
She lay down on the bench across from Draco, doing what he had done for a pillow with her spare towel.
"Saunatonttues are extremely friendly until you make them angry," Draco started, filling her in on the details of the creature she had just met. "They aren't so friendly after you damage the respect they hold for you though. They believe that the sauna is their habitat— their property—, ignoring the fact of the sauna builder altogether."
"So they move in after it's been built and claim it as their home?"
"Exactly, and you have no choice but to accept it. It's not a terrible thing though, in fact, most builders— I use this word because they are no longer the owners of the saunas once a Saunatonttu makes its claim— find that having a Sahip in their sauna is a good thing. It's almost like having a free caretaker—"
"So a slave?" Hermione instantly stiffened.
"It's a trade, Hermione," Draco reiterated firmly. "The elf gets a home, in which they choose to move into, and in return, he or she cares for it with such pride and makes sure that people treat it with respect. Saunas are supposed to be peaceful places to go to and think, and… let all the bad vibes flow out of one's body."
"You've come here a lot," Hermione stated after a quick thought.
"Since my 5th year of Hogwarts…"
"Does it really work to remove bad vibes?"
He turned his head to look at her and sent her a thoughtful smile. "Somewhat," was all he answered with.
She closed her eyes, and began to think about all the bad vibes Draco spoke about. She couldn't think of too many of her own, except for the bad treatment a lot of house elves were going through. She swallowed hard, thinking about a photo she had been recently sent of an unconscious one.
"Hermione, did you go to sleep?"
"No," she answered, pulling herself from the dreadful thoughts of the abused and helpless.
"I asked where you wanted to have the wedding at."
"I haven't thought about it," she answered honestly, biting her lip. She truthfully hadn't thought much of their upcoming wedding at all, too involved in her organization that Draco helped her name.
Freedom Fighters.
She liked it. It could stand for anything then. Even giants— should they ever accept her help.
"I think you should get some help with it."
"Me? What about you? Can't you help me?"
Draco heaved a sigh and sat up to face her. "I'd be happy with just the Minister, cake, two rings and a kiss; would you?"
"It took me nearly a year to get you to commit to the idea of marriage, I think I deserve more than that."
"To which I agree, but I'll be honest and say that I don't care what flowers are used or what colour the invitations will be. Those details are trivial to me. So if you want this grand idea of a wedding, I think you should hire an event manager, I certainly would not be any use to you."
"That's actually not a bad idea," Hermione said, considering it. "A wedding planner would surely lighten my workload."
"Indeed. Maybe you can ask my mother. She loves doing that sort of thing, and well… she's always wanted a daughter. Mother loves you, she'd probably crack tears if you asked her for her help."
"Draco, you're brilliant; and this way your mother and I can bond!"
"Precisely what I was thinking."
"I would hug you if you weren't naked!"
"What's being naked have to do with hugging?"
"Well, I don't think we can have sex in the sauna," she whispered, pointing to the barrow.
Draco jumped up from the bench. "No, but there's a hot tub nearby!"
An hour later, they were ready for their massages. Draco, experienced with being pampered, instantly alerted his masseuse of the tight areas of his body. "My neck's a little stiff. My back could use some dig work, and my feet too."
Hermione wasn't sure what to say, her entire body was a little tense, but most of it could be because she was nervous.
"My fiancée is new to this, this is her first time. A thorough massage would do her good," Draco provided to Hermione's masseuse.
"Thank you," Hermione said to the woman. She laid down, willing to get this over with.
Ten minutes in, she found that she never wanted it to end. The woman's hands were magic! The massage felt so nice that Hermione was groaning in delight.
"I am sorry for being so silly," she said, embarrassed.
But she was excused of it. "I would be worried that I was failing my job if you did not groan, madam," the woman said.
"You are doing an incredible job, believe me! Thank you!"
"Didn't I tell you this would be great?" Draco asked from the table he was on. He sighed in deep content. The masseuse was working on his feet now, and Hermione envied that he could have someone touch his feet without being ticklish.
"Could you skip the feet, please?" she requested, making Draco chuckle knowingly.
"Of course, madam, anything you want."
Hermione didn't know how much it would cost, but she pondered about coming back here— for a vacation or something, she reasoned with herself, closing her eyes as the woman loosened the tight muscle in her thigh.
She refused to do this everyday, but once or twice a year wouldn't be too bad.
*/*
"Look at the two most prettiest baby girls!" Greg exclaimed, kissing Vanity on her forehead and then doing the same with Talli. "And you're just all smiles! Just the way I like babies." He tickled their bellies, making them gurgle out in laughter.
"Vum!" Scorpius said, smacking a car into Greg's ankle.
"Ah ha, you!" Greg snatched Scorpius into the air, swinging him for the rush. "You think you can take this big monster down with just your car?!" he playfully growled.
"Yes!" Scorpius bopped Greg in the chest with his car.
"Hey there, watch it now, you'll bruise the goods." He lowered his voice into a whisper. "Your aunt Janine would be very upset, if ya know what I mean." He winked, knowing the boy had no clue what he was implying.
"Alright, then! Who's ready for a dance?"
"Yes! I dan!" Scorpius cheered.
"And you're the greatest baby to dance ever!" Greg told him, fishing out a MP3 player from a bag he had brought. With a magic spell, he transfigured two plastic cups into speakers. "A little trick I learned from a Muggleborn friend of mine; brilliant man he is! Could have used him in school for sure."
He then started the music, and Scorpius smiled, bobbing his head to the fast pace of it.
"Vanity loves this song, don't ya, Van?"
His daughter's eyes widened in excitement, and Greg started dancing with Scorpius in his arms. He sung the funny sounds to "The Hampsterdance", easily entertaining all three of the babies.
"Dibidi ba didi dou dou! Di ba didi dou, didi didldildidldidl houdihoudi dey dou!"
"Whew!" Greg breathed when the song was over. "That one always makes ya sweat!"
"Hot!" Scorpius said, mimicking the man, wiping his brow."
"Indeed, little izzard!"
Greg then wrinkled his nose. "Alright," he scolded playfully, "which one of you soiled your nappy up?!"
Scorpius shook his head wildly, giggling. "I not!"
Greg gasped, pretending to be shocked. "You mean it was one of those little, beautiful, angelic, ladies who done it?"
Scorpius shrugged and pointed their way. "Baby!"
"Yeah, I guess one of them has let go of a stink bomb." He sighed, setting Scorpius back down on the floor. "So which of you did it?" He cooed at them.
"HO!" Greg pinched his nose. "We have a winner!" He covered his mouth. "Commander Goyle to Earth, I could use some backup here. Over!"
Vanity, who was the one who needed the changing, shook her arms happily, smiling at her father's game play.
"Let's get this over with," he grunted, lifting his child out of the baby swing that she was in.
"I've mastered the ability to hold my breath for an exceptional amount of time," he spoke to Scorpius through his nose as he wiped the dirty bottom skillfully.
"Fast!" Scorpius commented on Greg's speed.
The man chuckled. "I'm the fastest nappy changer I know. I've even won bets on it!"
Scorpius clapped approvingly.
"You are like none other, little izzard!" Greg said, roughing up his hair a bit.
"There we go, Vanity, all nice and fresh!" Greg picked her up, adjusting the collar of her shirt.
"Ready for lunch?" he asked Scorpius, looking at his watch.
"Yes!" Scorpius took off running toward the kitchen.
"Hey, wait a minute, Scorpius, I have to get the girls!" He hurried after the toddler, snatching him by the back of his shirt and pulling him near him.
"Eat!"
"Not yet, Izzard! But shortly, yes."
Scorpius patiently waited for Greg to put each girl into a child carrying seat, and then he lead the way to the kitchen as the man walked behind him with the almost four-month-old babies.
"Your mother said to make you oatmeal." Greg made a face to that. "You don't really want that, do you?"
"Yes! Oats and nans! I eat!"
"Alright," Greg said slowly. "Whatever flies your broom."
"It is time for the babies to eat?" Toogy asked eagerly, having apparated at the cooking stove. "Oatmeal and bananas for Scorpius, and a bottle of milk for Miss Talli and Miss Vanity."
"Oh, well I was going to prepare the meal myself, but if you're offering—"
Toogy bowed low. "It would be my pleasure, sir!"
"Thank you," Greg said, taking the 'free' time to prepare the girls for their feeding.
"And what shall Mr. Goyle have for lunch?"
"I'd be happy with a sandwich, thanks."
Once Toogy had the bottles ready, Greg took Talli out of the seat and set her into his lap. She still needed a lot of assistance in feeding, where Vanity was able to feed from a bottle that was propped up. She could almost hold it on her own.
"Slow down, ya little milk monster!" Greg said, taking the nipple out of Talli's mouth when she started coughing from drinking too fast. "I promise that it won't disappear before you drink it all!" He repositioned her, thumping her back so she could clear her windpipe.
She started wailing. "Awww, did Uncle Greg upset you?" he asked, holding her to his chest. "I'm sorry, sweet thing." He kissed her tiny hand. "All better!"
But to Talli, nothing was all better. She sputtered out through her fit, screeching highly.
"Moo!" Scorpius shouted over his sister. He had oatmeal all over his high chair, his face, on his shirt and even in his hair. Greg would have sighed in utter exhaustion if he wasn't trying to get Talli to quiet down. His own daughter started crying then, her bottle of milk finished.
Greg saw that Scorpius was pointing to Talli's half-full bottle and snatched it off the table, placing the nipple back into her mouth.
"And I thought Vanity was bad during feeding time! Hermione was right when she said you are a persistent eater!" Talli downed the rest of her bottle quickly, and Greg put her up to his shoulder to get her to burp.
"Ah, that was a healthy one!" he complimented after hearing a loud noise erupt from her lips. He wiped the mess that she had spit up. "There, now you're all better!"
After he had gotten her all strapped back in the chair, Talli began fussing again.
"Bomb!" Her brother pinched his nose, alerting Greg of the cause of her wails.
Greg threw his head back. It figures!
"Rash!" Scorpius pointed out a while later. He had been bathed from the mess of his lunch, and now Greg was trying to settle them all down for a nap.
The boy was pointing at his sister. "Tayee rash!"
Greg narrowed his eyes in interest, noticing the baby's face was a bit on the red side. He felt her cheeks with the back of his hand and did a quick diagnostic test, learning her temperature was a bit high.
"Toogy!" he called out calmly, trying not to bring panic to the little ones. "Toogy, get Draco." He took the tired baby from her crib, surprised that she wasn't fussing with her 38.3 temperature.
"Everything will be okay, Tallistar," he whispered to her, taking her to the bathroom to draw her up a cool bath.
*/*
Draco held his princess close to him, petting back her soft, dark hair. He'd never leave her again, he firmly decided. He returned home after Toogy's arrival at the spa, learning from Greg that Talli had a small ear infection to which Talli's Healer (who had also been summoned) immediately treated her for.
But the ordeal had still scared both he and Hermione to death.
"You're not blaming yourself for this, are you?" Hermione asked, hovering over the two of them. "She was fine before we left—"
"I should have listened to you."
"Yet, I was the one acting ridiculous, there were no signs of the infection before we left. Our children need some separation time from us, and we need it too. It's good for us all." She was trying to make him feel better, thinking logically and not emotionally. Though, she hadn't been so calm hours before, during which she had been shaking in fear over their daughter's health.
Hermione had time to relax since then though, seeing that the baby was quickly able to be cured.
"She's too little right now," he said and kissed the sleeping baby.
"Scorpius had ear infections too, love. We all get them— it comes with teething, remember? Greg handled the situation well enough."
He looked up. "So she's began teething already?"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. Possibly. I'm just saying that her body is starting to go through changes now, and she may have an infection here and there, being no different than any other baby. She's a late bloomer, that's all. Healer Soulan said that she was no worse off than the average baby who experiences the same infection."
Draco heaved a breath. Perhaps the reason why he had been so worried is that, for the past three months, Talli had been so healthy. This had been her first high temperature, so he hadn't expected her to get sick.
"I'm still not letting you out of my sight ever again," he murmured to the baby, starting a slow rocking motion in the rocking chair and closing his eyes, protectively cradling his little Tallistar.
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