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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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"Where's Draco?" Dad asked, setting Scorpius to his hip. He toyed with the toddler's nose, making him laugh, before holding out his arm for Hermione to give him one of the bags she had packed for the trip.
Hermione had told her parents that she wanted to spend some time with them, which would also give them the chance to bond with their grandchildren. It was originally Draco's idea though, he insisted that they postpone their honeymoon until after the holidays so that the Granger family could catch up.
"It's not like we haven't had our personal moments together, Hermione," he argued with a sly grin when Hermione expressed her concern about not having their honeymoon right away.
She had hugged him then, grateful for his thoughtfulness. Obviously, her mum and dad were on her mind more than the honeymoon now that they had their memories of her back again. And Draco could probably sense that.
"He's not coming," Hermione answered. Her hands were practically free now that her mum took Talli from her arms, so Hermione took this moment to double check that everything that they needed was packed. Toys, books, clothing, nappies; the works.
"Well, why not?" Dad sported a frown. "I thought he was coming too."
"We make him feel uncomfortable," his wife chimed in as if she had said it several times that day. Knowing Dad though, she probably had. He ignored a lot of what he didn't want to hear, often not taking no for an answer.
"Where is he now?"
"Tinkering away in the back. He's trying to come up with a new broom."
"Point me to the direction. I'll get him to come."
Hermione chuckled at the determined look on her dad's face. She gave him the directions of where to find Draco and then asked her mum if she wanted some tea.
Both women knew that they would be there a while.
*/*
Draco inspected the abundance of Muggle brooms he had bought. Some were cheap and made of plastic, he thought these would serve as good toy brooms for young witches and wizards. They needed some work though, so they would be safer to use— plastic was a brittle component.
He grazed his hand along a blue, thin plastic handle, deep in thought, wondering if there was a Muggle product that would strengthen the plastic. He could get away with using it, since the Magical and Muggle societies didn't honor each other's copyright laws— this worked out well for the Magical community, which was why Draco chose to use a Muggle's broom. He just had to find a way to make the quality better.
"Could I help you with anything?"
Draco didn't hear Mr. Granger approach, but he recognized his voice when he spoke.
"I'm good, thank you." Draco set the cheap broom down and stood up from where he had been squatting. He rubbed his hands together, slightly shivering from the weather outside.
"Why do we make you so uncomfortable?"
Draco took a moment to go over those words, caught off guard by the straightforward question. The man didn't beat around the bush, that's for sure.
"Why would you ask me that?"
"My wife seems to think so; what else could be the reason for you choosing to be away from your newly-wedded wife and children on Christmas— this will be Talli's first, mind you. That's supposed to be a big deal."
Draco laughed, finding the thought of being away from his family on Christmas ridiculous. "Hermione is going to come by with the children on Christmas morning so we could spend the holiday together. I suggested for her to spend from now until then with you."
"And Emily and I make you a little uncomfortable, so you don't want to come."
"You don't make me uncomfortable."
Draco watched Mr. Granger give him a stern look over. He puffed out a breath of air, visible from the freezing temperature. "Draco," he addressed slowly, firmly. "I may not be a wizard, but I do have what we Muggles call a 'super' power— I can sense when people are lying: we scare you."
Draco scoffed. "Scare? You do not scare me, Mr. Granger!"
"Then why do we make you uncomfortable? You barely even know us."
"Uncomfortable and frightened are two different things."
"Not necessarily… to be scared of something would make you uncomfortable. Why do we consider something uncomfortable? Because it is out of your safety-zone; your control. And why are we scared of something? Because whatever the fear is, we believe it is not safe for us."
Neither of them said anything for a few moments. Mr. Granger allowed Draco to consider what he had just said.
"I don't understand why someone with magical powers could be afraid of someone as normal as me…"
Draco shrugged. He wasn't really scared of Muggles. They were just different, and most of them didn't understand magical people. Most of them wouldn't bother to. They didn't care to. If something didn't make immediate sense to them, they'd deny it completely. Hermione had once said that each year was getting worse as Muggle science 'proved' that magic didn't exist.
Throughout his life, Draco had heard what Muggles did to witches and wizards. When he was little, he often felt that Muggleborns deserved what their Muggle families did to them: they had been set on fire, some dipped them in hot bath water, hoping to 'scald' the 'evil' away, and centuries ago, many were burned at stake. But now, it was too demented to think about, much less to believe someone 'deserved' such treatment. Magical people have done some awful things to Muggles, but the Muggles had done their fair share of it too. It amazed Draco that a war hasn't happened between the worlds yet. Perhaps the Ministers of Magic have been doing a swell job to keep that from happening. Maybe each one has been pointing out to the Muggle leaders that things could end fatally horrible for them if they went to war— Magical people were a lot more powerful, even if Muggles had specialized weapons of self-destruction.
Emily and Liam Granger were different from other Muggles though. They were special themselves. They had accepted their daughter's magical abilities practically the day she was informed of who she was. They didn't shun her for it. They didn't try to change her, and they had never punished her for being different.
"We're very open minded," Mr. Granger said, echoing Draco's thoughts about them. "We would love to have you at our place. We haven't had a Christmas with our daughter in years, and now that she has a family— all of who I barely even know— it would be our pleasure for you all to come. Even your own parents can come!"
"You're not going to get my father to join you for the holiday, Mr. Granger—"
"My name's Liam, I would prefer you use it. We're family, Draco."
Draco sighed, exhausted with the man already. He knew where Hermione got her persistence. He nodded. "Liam it is then."
"Thank you. As for your dad, he came to us, he's accepted us as family, and it's only right that we spend the holiday together as a family."
Draco hummed in doubt, he really didn't believe his father would spend the holiday with Muggles.
"Pack a bag, son! I've got dinner plans for us all! Besides, it's much warmer in Wollongong, you'll love it!"
Draco raised his eyebrows, surprised on how quickly Liam was accepting of him, without any questions. For a father of a daughter, he didn't appear to be protective of Hermione. If Draco had been in Liam's situation with Talli, he would definitely be acting different than his father-in-law was. Especially if he didn't even know the bloke.
Draco shivered again, thinking about the freezing temperature surrounding him. He had never spent the Christmas holiday in a warm climate. Until now, it had never occurred to him to do so, but as he thought more on Liam's offer, he found the idea lovely; there were a lot of things he could do in Australia that would be extremely uncomfortable doing the same thing in England at the moment with the weather all bitter and cold.
It would be strange, spending Christmas away from home, but perhaps it would be fun. Plus, if he went, Hermione wouldn't have to pack Talli and Scorpius all the way back home for Christmas.
But what if Mother and Father didn't want to come? Draco had never spent a Christmas without them. He didn't want them to feel left out either, now that the Grangers were back in Hermione's life. Especially after Father had been so nice and recovered their memories.
"I'll see if I can get my mother and father to come along," Draco promised the man, deciding that if they would go, he would too.
*/*
"I'm sorry you couldn't get them to agree to come." Hermione magically unpacked a suitcase and watched as their items flew to designated spots around her mum and dad's spare room.
"Me too…" Draco said, looking around the room. "This room is incredibly tiny."
It was the second time he had said that upon entering it. Compared to what they lived in, Hermione would agree, but she wasn't unaccustomed to small places like Draco was. Besides, for a typical family, the home her parents lived in was actually above average: there were four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and it had two levels. Which was more than enough room to accommodate them all— the babies were going to sleep in the next room over.
They were a little concerned with how Talli would handle that since she was used to sleeping in Draco and Hermione's bedroom at home, but there was more room in the other bedroom than this one had.
"But I'm pleased that you came," Hermione told him, smiling.
"Father said that I should come, he agrees with Mother that spending time with the in-laws, getting to know them, is beneficial to both the marriage and family."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Excluding themselves?"
Draco sighed. "I pointed that out. They said that for now, this is my time. I don't know…" he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, scratching Crookshanks' ears who had curled up next to him (the cat had practically jumped into Hermione's arms the moment he first seen her). "I suppose they aren't ready to mingle in a city of Muggles. I don't exactly blame them, it took a while for me to adjust to the idea too."
"They'll come around. My dad was a little upset about their declination to his offer, but he changed tunes immediately when I told him that Lucius invited them to Narcissa's Christmas Ball."
"It does look promising…" Draco noted. "Father has never invited Muggles to the Manor."
Hermione sat down next to him, threading her fingers with his. "Sometimes I think back to the days when we were young, and I can't believe he's the same man."
"He's not the same man," he pointed out. "And neither am I."
She rested her head onto his shoulder, breathing in his apple-ly cologne. "You're right," she murmured. "Everything's different now."
"For the better." Draco kissed the top of her head.
"For the better," Hermione echoed softly.
*/*
"I've never been in a Muggle car…" Draco announced hesitantly later that evening, watching Hermione secure Talli's child seat into the back seat of the Muggle transportation vehicle. His stomach felt a little sick at the idea of riding in one of these things.
"Think of it as some kind of 'magical carpet' ride," Emily countered dryly. She was working on Scorpius's child seat.
"Mum, we fly brooms, not carpets," Hermione informed, giggling.
"Nothing to worry about, son!" Liam clapped a hand to Draco's shoulder encouragingly. "You just get into it, strap on the safety belt, and that's about it."
"But there's no safety wards on the car," Draco bent down to whisper to Hermione after Liam had walked off into the house to fetch something that Emily requested of.
"Stop fretting," Hermione murmured, gesturing for him to hand her their daughter, ready to strap Talli in. "I've already thought to cast a few spells when they aren't looking."
He laughed in relief. "I should have thought of that."
Hermione tapped his cheek lovingly. "That's what I'm here for, dear."
He sat in the middle of his two children while Emily drove the car through the heart of Wollongong, making her way to the restaurant that Liam had made reservations for. Draco constantly had to close his eyes, fearing a collision was going to occur with every traffic light they approached. He was certain that he would have no appetite once they got to their destination. This was nothing like broom flying.
"The Pavilion is a wonderful eatery. Best Italian restaurant in the city!" Liam announced after they had gotten out of the car.
Draco had practically flew out of it and nearly kissed the ground.
"Pazza!" Scorpius exclaimed once they were inside. He pointed at a large pizza that was being served to a tableful of people.
A waiter showed them to their own table, and Draco went to fetch two high chairs after Hermione had asked for him to do so.
"There you go, chomper," Draco said, settling him into one.
"I want pazza!" the boy told him.
"We will get you some, but they have to make it first, alright?" Draco gave him a handful of cereal to hold him over until his 'pazza' was served.
"All white!" Scorpius was fine by that, and he slipped a Cheerio into his mouth.
Talli, who was not yet eating solid foods and had been fed before they left, was fighting to keep from falling asleep, heavily interested in the passing of people and rushing servers. The tinks of glass also appeared to snag her attention, but by the time dinner was served, she had lost her battle, using the tray of the high chair to rest her head on.
She woke up when they were nearly finished eating and getting ready to leave. Hermione had taken Scorpius to the bathroom to clean his face and hands off, and they were waiting for her return.
"That's her dirty nappy cry," Draco announced to Liam and Emily who instantly wondered what Talli's issue was.
"Danshi!" Talli wailed, stuffing two fingers into her mouth. Her face was turning a deeper shade of red by the millisecond, and her cries were sounding more demanding.
Draco picked her up, wrinkling his nose at the smell that Talli had made. "I know you're smelly, and you don't like it," he said softly, snatching up Talli's nappy bag and hurrying to the back of the building where the bathrooms were, uncomfortable with all the attention he was getting from the other diners.
"Alright, alright, Daddy is going to fix you up, Tallistar." He locked them up into the bathroom and set her and the bag onto the counter, thankful that it was big enough for the both of them. He took out the magical cleaning spray and unearthed Talli's mess, holding his breath long enough to spray the affected area.
He smiled as Talli instantly quieted down upon the feeling of being clean.
"Better now?" he asked, wiping away the foam that the product had made.
Talli answered with a happy kick of her legs and a gurgle.
When she was all dressed and back into his arms, Draco loudly smooched her nose. "Daddy loves you with all his heart."
"Danshi!" She made an attempt to kiss him back but instead clamped down on his nose.
"Ow!" he yelped, rubbing at the pain to soothe it, surprised on how sharp it had been. He assumed that she was getting ready to cut her first tooth.
His daughter's eyes widened at his outburst before she erupted into tears.
"No!" Draco pressed her to his chest, rubbing her back. "It's alright," he said desperately. "Daddy's alright… I didn't mean to upset you… Oh, my poor princess, I'm so sorry..."
*/*
Hermione heard her daughter's abnormal cry from the next room. "Let's go see what has your sister in such a fit." she said to her son, taking him by the hand and exiting the bathroom.
She knocked on the door that Draco was on the other side of. "Draco? Is everything okay?"
A moment later, the door swung open, and there Draco stood, a helpless look on his face: a screeching, tomato-red faced Talli sat in his arms.
"I think something's wrong," he said, somewhat frantically. "She never cries like this!"
They rushed out to the car where they would have the privacy to cast a few spells to diagnose Talli's problem. Emily and Liam worriedly hurried after them.
Both Draco and Hermione ran a series of tests, but it appeared that Talli was perfectly okay.
"Tawee hurt…?" Scorpius asked from his grandmother's lap. Emily and Liam sat in the front seats, watching the couple try to discover what was wrong with their youngest child.
"Mummy and Daddy will find out what's wrong with your sister, little nipper," Liam said, rubbing the boy's arm.
Scorpius leaned forward into the area of the backseat, making Emily softly scold him. "No, Scorpius! Stay out of the way, dear!"
"Gum!" the boy said, pointing to his nappy bag that had been set on the floor at his mother's feet.
Emily carefully picked up the bag and placed it between she and Liam where Scorpius instantly began rummaging through it.
"What's he doing?" Liam asked.
Emily shook her head, clueless just as much as he was.
"Should we stop him?"
"No," Scorpius answered firmly without pausing his search. "Tawee bye!"
"Bye?" Emily questioned. "She's still here. She has gone nowhere."
"Bye!" the baby emphasized frustratedly. He stopped long enough to chomp his teeth a couple times before returning his attention to the contents of the bag. "Gum!" he announced happily, finally pulling out an object. "Mina!" He stood up, holding tightly onto his grandmother for security. "Tawee bye!"
"Not now, baby!" Hermione didn't even look up, fussing over a still-crying Talli.
Liam took the item from Scorpius and tapped her shoulder with it. "A gift from your son," he told her half-jokingly when she gave him an irritated look.
"Gum!" Scorpius repeated, biting down on his fingers to show her what he meant.
Of course…! Hermione thought as it hit her. Talli's tooth could finally be cutting, causing her incredible pain! Talli hadn't been experiencing pain before now. Hermione thought that they had all gotten lucky, thinking Talli had a higher pain tolerance than the average baby.
Apparently, they were not completely lucky.
"Draco." She stopped him from casting a spell, showing him Scorpius's teething toy. She cleaned it with a quick spell while everyone watched as she traced Talli's gums with the magical, medicated object. Talli, immediately feeling the numbing effects of it, wrapped her hand around the teething toy to claim possession of it. Her cries mellowed down to a pathetic sniveling.
"Smart boy!" Liam praised Scorpius, patting him at the back of his head.
Emily squeezed him to her, kissing him. "You're a hero, Scorpius!"
Draco and Hermione shared a smile, each feeling a little stupid for not having thought of what their seventeen-month-old son had. Just the same though, they were happy that Talli's current problem had been solved.
"Listen," Hermione whispered to Draco that night. She stood still, halfway undressed, not moving a single muscle.
"A baby is a gift, a gift from above
A baby is a gift from above, bove, bove
A baby is a gift, a gift from a above..."
"Your mother is singing?" Draco asked after a few moments.
"I haven't heard her do that in years," Hermione murmured, tip-toeing to the door to crack it open. She closed her eyes, smiling at the wave of memories of her mother singing. If he had been around, her dad would join in too, but he didn't take his singing seriously, which usually irritated Mum. In the end, he'd always make her laugh though, somehow, someway.
"I've missed that," Hermione said emotionally. "It's so lovely to hear that again."
"She has an incredibly beautiful voice," Draco complemented, approaching his wife, pulling her close to him. "It's almost as good as yours."
"I used to sing with her when I was a child."
"Yes, I remember what you have told me. She also used to sing you stories instead of reading them." He laughed softly, amused with the idea.
"I can't do it like her."
"You tried?"
Hermione nodded. "A couple times with Scorpius. I'm terrible at it."
He chuckled, kissing her.
"Don't think I haven't heard you sing to the children when you're bathing them."
Draco groaned, embarrassed. "Hermione…! You invaded my privacy?!"
"Oh, listening in on your adorably sexy voice while you sing to the babies is not an invasion to your privacy."
"Wait… you think my singing is… sexy?" Draco was shocked to hear such a thing.
"Draco," Hermione started, slipping her hands under his thin nightshirt, "I think everything about you is sexy."
"Oh!" he gasped, clasping his hands around her wrists. "Don't you dare!"
She pouted playfully. "Why not?"
"Because this is your parents' home!" he hissed, horrified.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "How is that any different than shagging in the middle of your mum's Christmas party?!"
"That was… That was…" he struggled over his words as Hermione kissed his neck and trailed her tongue along it.
"Wait!" he demanded hastily, putting her at arm's length.
"They won't mind, Draco…"
"How about we just rent a room," he suggested quickly as Hermione slipped her shirt off. He inhaled deeply, trying to control himself. "Please?!"
"Alright," she agreed and began redressing.
Draco let out a breath of relief. Hermione giggled at the bulge in his pants.
When she was dressed, she slipped out of the room to let her mum know that she and Draco were going to go out.
"We still have a little shopping to do."
"Mmhm," her mother hummed doubtfully. She held a wide awake Talli, swaying the baby lovingly in her arms. "More like unwrapping a package."
"Mum!" Hermione whispered, laughing.
"I was young once too, Hermione. It's hard to hide that lust-red tint to your face."
"Thanks, Mum," Hermione said, kissing Talli first, then her mother.
"Take your time, honey, we'll be fine. I've raised a magical baby of my own. Do not worry."
Hermione smiled. "I won't."
From her past trips to Wollongong, Hermione knew of a perfect hotel to rent a room in, and no sooner than they stepped into the room, locking the door with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging from it, they attacked each other, making a mess along the way. There wasn't a place in the room that they didn't cover from their wild, passionate struggle to claim the other. From the desk— its items fallen from the side it of it after Draco had thrown Hermione on top of it— to each of the four corners of the walls, to the bed, and then to the floor where their final destination was when they unintentionally rolled off of the bed.
They softly laughed after landing with a hash thud, tangled in a mess of limbs and Hermione's hair, panting for air.
"Oh, look what we've done," Hermione whispered, slightly amused by the wreckage, but also feeling bad for it. A chair had been tipped over, the Muggle phone was off the hook, the remote control to the telly was next to a stray shoe of Draco's, button-side down, and one of its batteries was halfway sticking out of the back of it.
"Oops," Draco said, not giving a damn either way, nipping at her neck.
Momentarily, forgetting about the mess, figuring they could clean it up later, Hermione cupped her hand to Draco, his cock hardened even more from beneath his slacks.
"Don't tease me like that," Draco hissed out.
"Who says I'm teasing?" Hermione delicately fingered at his zipper, grinning.
He watched her in anticipation as she unzipped him and exposed his cock, gripping it tightly and jerking it.
"Shite!" he gasped and tossed his head back when Hermione slipped it into her mouth.
Draco gripped her thigh, pulling her toward him. "Straddle me," he pleaded her. "Merlin, yes," he moaned when she rotated and swung a leg over his head, setting herself onto his chest. He messaged her arse, rubbing his palms over her silky flesh.
"Draco," she moaned, trailing her tongue up the length of his stiff shaft, swaying her hips. "Finger me."
He didn't need to be told twice: he slid her thin knickers to the side, slipping the pad of his thumb down her wet slit. She rewarded him with a moan, vibrating against his cock, swallowing him deep into her throat.
"Mmm, that's amazing," he growled, adjusting her to where he could comfortably reciprocate, encasing her excited bud between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.
"Oh, my god, Draco!" Hermione breathed, pressing herself harder against his face. She continued to compliment him while she stroked him, too caught up in the moment to pay his cock any more attention than that.
She was seeing stars shortly after, shrieking out, shuddering, gasping and panting until she finally went limp with exhaustion.
"How do you do that?!"
Draco chuckled. "It's a skill."
"It must be," she agreed. Now rested, Hermione proceeded to finish what she had started, sucking him off while Draco ran his hands along her body.
He let out a strangled grunt when he cummed, stopping his thrusting upon his release. "That's it, love, milk me dry."
Hermione snuggled next to him when she was finished, and he wrapped an arm around her, kissing her bare shoulder. "I love you, Mrs. Hermione Jane Granger-Malfoy," he murmured to her, a satisfied smile stretched across his lips.
Hermione sighed. "I love you too, Draco."
*/*
"Is Dad any good?" Hermione asked Emily the next day. They stood in the hot sun, surrounded by hundreds of Muggles who were eager for the Christmas surfing competition to start.
"He's not too terrible, considering his age."
"What's that mean?"
Emily said no more, which must have meant that Liam was pretty awful at the sport.
Draco knew what surfing was from watching Muggle films, but he had never seen it in person before. He was sort of anticipating it, especially seeing someone he knew do it.
"I surf!" Scorpius said. "Fun!"
"Not until you're a little older," Draco told him, considering letting him do it the future, when he was more sure-footed.
"Can you imagine what we could do with this sport in the magical world." Hermione's gears were working.
"Quidditch on the Waves!" Draco joked.
"Yes!" Hermione cheered, laughing.
"Danshi!" Talli spoke up.
Draco ducked down, kissing at his daughter's fingers, one hand at a time. "What is it, princess?" He and Hermione traded their children so that she held Scorpius and he had Talli.
"Knonknah."
"Hmm, you want your milk?" Draco guessed.
"Poopet!" Scorpius supplied for his father, talking about Talli's new toy, a cat puppet— an early Christmas gift from Draco's mother.
"Right, you speak baby talk better than I do."
His son flashed him a cheeky smile. "Mumma's going to pinch those chubby cheeks of yours!" Hermione teased.
"No!" Scorpius giggled, hiding his face into her shoulder.
"It's starting!" Emily was amped.
They looked up as a voice echoed over the beach, announcing the participation of competitors. And then it begun, three surfers, including Liam, started paddling into the ocean. Two hung back.
"What's priority mean?" Draco asked, lost with the term after the announcer introduced a woman who had 'priority'.
"It means that the wave is coming at her first, so the others need to let her ride it before they can. Watch. She'll ride it, then Liam will— oh no! She wiped-out! That's too bad!"
"Dad's up!" Hermione bounced in place, excited to see her father surf.
"He doesn't really do any tricks…" Draco noted, semi-disappointed after having saw the woman who had wiped-out tilt her board in an attempt to score extra points.
"That's Liam's 'strategy', he always wipes-out when he mixes his surfing with tricks. His strategy prevents him from getting an incredible score, but it also keeps him from a very low one because he hardly ever fails this way. His average score is 6.2, simply because he doesn't want to look foolish with his tricks."
"Tricks are fun though."
"Yes! Fun," Scorpius repeated his father.
"You did good, honey," Emily said, patting Liam's back when the competition was over.
"There were so many bloody snappers today," Liam complained, panting from the exercise he had just done. "But there were a few heavy ones! 5.8, not bad at all," he said, looking at the scoreboard. "Let's get a drink, my mouth is drier than a desert's!"
*/*
"I'm a bucket of nerves," Mum said so quietly that Hermione had to ask her to repeat herself.
"You'll be okay, you made it through my wedding, this won't be different at all."
"It will," the woman argued, standing extremely close to Hermione.
"How so?"
"I was too absorbed in my happiness for you during the wedding."
"Well, be happy for Dad then! He's going to love this!"
"He's going to make me dance," Mum grumbled. "I just know it."
Hermione laughed. "You dance alright."
"I'm sure not as well as them," Mum said, speaking about the other guests that would be at Narcissa's party. "Lucius and Narcissa are such classy people, and so are their friends, and Hogwarts taught the lot of you how to dance properly. I never took lessons."
"You would be surprised on how many people can't dance, schooling or no schooling. It's been years since we were taught. Only a select few still know how to."
"I just pray your dad doesn't think much about it."
Hermione didn't say anything to that, not wanting to make her mother any more hesitant than she already was. Her mum hated parties, especially parties full of people she didn't know.
"Emily!" Narcissa instantly greeted when they entered the ballroom. "I'm so glad you came!" She offered Mum a glass of punch to which Mum took.
"Thank you for inviting me, Narcissa. It's a pleasure— though, I'm feeling a bit edgy..."
"Oh, don't be, all of the people here tonight were also at the wedding reception, so no new faces." Narcissa put an arm around Mum's shoulder and led her to a group of women.
"Your mother needs to loosen up a little," Draco said as he and Dad stepped up to Hermione.
"Yeah." Hermione watched her mum nod her head to Andromeda who was speaking to her.
"She'll be fine once she knows everyone," Dad promised. "Emily is more of a one-on-one kind of women, but once she makes friends, she's good."
Hermione nodded in agreement. "The babies are in the playroom?" she asked Draco; he and her dad had taken them to the designated room for them to play out of the way of the adults.
"Yes, Teddy was eager to play with them. Well, with Scorpius more than Talli, but I trust he will include her until she falls asleep. He's good about that."
"Teddy is such a sweetie."
"He is a fine boy. My aunt and the Potters are doing an excellent job with him."
"That purple hair though!" Dad chimed in when the thought came to him. "Strange little chap!"
"His mum was the same way— he inherited her metamorphic abilities," Hermione explained.
"You mean he can change other features of himself besides his hair?" Dad asked in heavy interest.
"Completely. Metamorphosizes usually have high grades in Transfigurations too, a natural talent of theirs, able to understand the skill at an earlier age than the average witch or wizard."
"What a lucky boy!"
Dad was surprisingly the life of the party that night. With his eager curiosity of magic, giving the magical guests quite a bit of opportunity to show off their skills.
"It's no wonder he and Arthur Weasley get along," Draco said to Hermione, watching the man gasp at a duel two wizards were having with animal-shaped smoke spells. "They're practically identical."
"The difference is that my dad doesn't try blending in, where Arthur wants to look more Muggle than wizard when he's in a Muggle-inhabited place. Dad wouldn't even bother, he's perfectly happy with who he is."
"Or maybe he's more comfortable around wizards than Weasley is around Muggles, he doesn't feel he has to make himself blend in."
Hermione tilted her head in thought, shaking her head after a moment. "With the way Muggles are anymore, I don't find it necessary to blend in. Besides, Arthur tries too hard to understand them, but his attempts are comical, and it's good that he has a great sense of humour, because plenty of us can't help laughing and teasing him about it."
"Well, if you're going to dress up ridiculously…" Draco purposely trailed off.
"Where are the Weasleys anyway?" Mum asked, overhearing some of the conversation.
"Make any friends yet?" Draco asked, avoiding from answering the question, earning a narrow-eyed look from his mother-in-law.
"Draco's family and the Weasleys don't get along too well. They are on two different sides of the poverty line, and of course, they're all too immature to let the past stay in the past when it comes to their feud."
Draco raised his hands up when his wife tossed an accusing look his way after finishing her explanation. "I've been civil around them!"
"I know." She tapped his shoulder, giggling. "It's mainly the elder generation; our generation has pretty much come to our senses. Though, it didn't happen overnight, so maybe…" Hermione paused, biting her lip and looking over at Lucius who was in the middle of sipping his drink and talking to one of his friends. "Maybe they'll make up too," she finished optimistically.
Draco scoffed. "Now that I seriously doubt. My father and Arthur Weasley on speaking terms? Hell will certainly be frozen over before then!"
"Your father invited Muggles over for a Christmas party in his home; he accepted a Muggleborn as his daughter-in-law; his grandchildren are halfblood, and he loves them dearly," Hermione firmly pointed out. "If Lucius Malfoy could overcome all that, than I think he could end a silly, childish feud— if he wanted."
"Perhaps he doesn't want it to end. Perhaps Weasley doesn't want it to either. Suppose they like being enemies."
"You're kidding me…?"
Draco shrugged. "It's just a theory. You are right though, if he can get past his prejudice over Muggles, why won't he when it comes to the Weasleys? They've been in war with each other since they were in nappies, and their fathers before them— it's just… a thing between them..."
"Do you mean to say that the Muggle thing could have just been an excuse to feud with the Weasleys all this time?" Mum asked, finding this thought slightly entertaining.
He grunted. "People don't need an excuse to fight, but to appear more civilized, they make them, yes. I do wonder what reason Father would come up with if we suggested that he make amends with Weasley."
"Could he make a legit one?" Hermione asked.
"I do not believe so. The Muggle-sympathizing excuse can no longer work. He can't say they are too poor now; all of their children are grown, and fairly successful, so Weasley's pay would be more than enough to support he and his wife comfortably."
"We should suggest it."
Draco sighed. "Why should we bother? It's not like they're trying to kill each other anymore. "
"I just think it would be for the best."
"You can't fix everything, Hermione. They are grown men, let them handle their own issues. Their disliking of each other isn't even causing bodily harm, let it go."
Hermione huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I think he's right, sweetheart," her mother spoke up, making Draco smirk in triumphant.
"Fine," Hermione reluctantly agreed. "But only if it remains the way it currently is!"
Draco hopelessly rolled his eyes.
*/*
"Hermione, dear?"
Hermione stirred awake next to Draco, and groaned, hurling a leg over his hips.
"Yes, dad?" she answered sleepily.
"You two getting up?" Liam's excited voice was closer than before, and Draco blinked his eyes open, seeing his father-in-law making his way over to Hermione's side of the bed.
"Dad!" Hermione shrieked when she remembered that she had been sleeping in just her panties and undershirt. She yanked the blanket off of Draco to use it for additional covering. Draco calmly closed his eyes, suppressing his embarrassment. Unlike his wife, he was in the complete nude.
"Well, I can see why you can't keep your hands off him, sweet pea."
"We'll be out in a few!" Hermione told her father hastily. "Please, get out now!"
"I can't believe your father just complimented my cock," Draco said astonished, grinning.
"Shut it!" Hermione smacked him, groaning, embarrassed.
"What is your problem?" he asked, getting out of the bed. "He saw me, not you."
"How would you feel if it had been your mother who came in like he had?! What if… what if she commented on my breasts!"
Draco thought about his mother walking in on them for a split second before he nodded. "Yes, that would be just wee bit embarrassing…"
"A penis is a penis, Hermione," Emily said in the kitchen a while later when she had ranted about her father's barging in on their room. "Your dad has one, your son has one, the next door neighbor has one."
Draco held back a laugh, finding her fact amusing at Hermione's expense.
"You know how excited he gets about Christmas."
As if on cue, Liam came sprinting in. "So who's to ready for gifts?" He approached his grandson and took him out of his high chair.
"Me!" Scorpius cheered.
"Liam," Emily scolded. "We haven't even eaten yet!"
"When has that ever stopped him?" Hermione laughed, picking up Talli and following her father out of the kitchen.
Draco shrugged at a grumbling Emily, taking a swig of his tea before standing from his own chair and gesturing her to come along. "We can always reheat the flapjacks later," he suggested.
She tossed a hand towel lightheartedly onto the back of a chair. "I should have known better!"
In the living room, Liam was buried under the base of the tree, handing gifts to Scorpius who struggled with one that was too big for him.
"Got it, Scorpius?" Liam asked, unable to see him from the angle he was in.
"No, no. Me can't!"
Hermione and Talli were stuck in a series of laughter, the latter having no understanding on why she was laughing. "Aren't they just too funny, baby?!"
Draco couldn't help laughing himself at the scene: Liam was grunting and shifting his body from side to side as he tried to shimmy his way back out from under the Christmas tree. All the while, Scorpius still unsuccessfully wrestled with the oversized package.
"Get over there and help your father out, you silly woman!" he exclaimed to a gasping-for-air Hermione, taking Talli from her to hug the cuteness to him.
"Daddy's little bucket of baby giggles!" he said to her, raising her above his head, playfully wiggling her.
Then Talli started hiccupping, which made her laugh more. Draco equipped himself with a burp rag just in case. Hiccupping with Talli usually led to future spit-up.
"For me?" Draco asked when Emily held out a wrapped box to him, surprised that they had gotten him a gift.
"Well, of course!" Liam said.
"Go on and open it," Emily said quietly, looking away with a shy smile.
"Rubber in a Can...?" Draco questioned, confused. He read the label of it claiming to protect outdoor furniture.
"Hermione told me about the broom project you were working on," Emily began explaining. "I thought this could help the ones made from plastic."
Draco shrugged. It wasn't a bad idea at all, though it wasn't exactly what he had been looking for. "A Muggle product?" he confirmed.
"Oh, yes, it works great for the gutters," Liam added.
"Great, I'll give it a try, thank you, you two!"
"Look, Derbla!" Scorpius held up his gift from his grandparents.
"See and Say…" Draco read and watched as Scorpius pulled down a yellow lever. An arrow spun around in circles, and a computerized voice spoke, "The pig says, 'oink, oink!'"
"Interesting toy," Draco thought out loud, noticing Talli had gotten one too, but a different kind in the shape of an owl. Hers had a button to press in the middle of the owl's body. He pressed it, watching its eyes and beak move.
"How many letters does the mail woman have?" the toy asked.
"Seven," he answered for his daughter who found the moving eyelids more interesting than anything.
"Oh, Mum…!" Hermione breathed. Staring at her gift, tears in her eyes. Draco wondered why she would be crying over a dirty, old rolling pin. Then he learned that it had belonged to her deceased grandmother— and many grandmothers before that. It was a family heirloom.
"This was supposed to go to you when Scorpius was born..." her mother whispered. "But—" Emily didn't get a chance to say anything more, Hermione squeezed her into a hug, thanking her with a sob.
"I used it more than your mum anyway," Liam spoke up hoarsely.
Draco wasn't exactly sure, but he guessed that Emily's mother and Liam might have gotten along okay. The older man sniffed quietly before crinkling the gift that Draco and Hermione had given him.
"So what can this be?" he asked playfully, shaking it gently. "Blimey, if you got me a tie—"
Hermione laughed. "It's not a tie, Dad! Just open it and see!"
They watched him rip it open, no longer able to contain himself. "Oh, a pen!"
"No, it's a ClickCap." Draco corrected him. "Here, I'll show you how to use it."
"Wait, I want to open my gift first." Emily stopped him firmly.
Hermione handed her the gift they had gotten her.
"A picture frame? And with no pictures…" Here, Emily looked a little disappointed. "Why aren't there pictures, sweet pea?"
"It's a magical frame, and it goes along with Dad's gift perfectly. We'll show you, and we have plenty of pictures for you. There are loads!"
"Happy Christmas, Draco," Hermione murmured into his ear an hour later while they watched their children play on the floor and Liam and Emily engross themselves over hundreds of photos from the last year and a half of their happy lives. She fingered the charm bracelet he had gotten her that had two different birthstones hanging from it, each one symbolized the births of their children.
"Happy Christmas, love."
Review Responses:
DaFossil: I certainly love a soft Lucius :)
MotekElm : Well, that's because the story is not over yet, ha. I stopped updating stories at this site because it was going through updates of its own (the site), and half the time I couldn't get on. I still dont like many of the changes, but meh.
NahlahMalfoy: Aww, thank you! That was such a nice review :)
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