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In Fond Remembrance	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the very witty and very rich JK Rowling. I do not make any make any money - from this story. I do own the computer this was typed on.

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Because Merlin fucks with pure-bloods the most, everything in Draco’s life came undone as his life with his “family” came together.

Before the bottom fell out — so to speak…

Rachel recognized well before Hermione that Draco wouldn’t be leaving their lives in the next century. Being the practical person she was, the chief home manaer undertook teaching the spoiled, obstinate, whiny pure-blood what managing a house without a host of servants entailed, thus saving Hermione the trouble... sort of...
Rachel’s boot camp started with basic picking up after himself. Each work day the nanny-cum-cook waited by the floo for Draco’s return from Malfoy Inc. Each time the corporate head carelessly discarded an article of clothing, Rachel zapped his ass — literally —with a high-energy stinging jinx. Two weeks and a few defensive shields later she had him turned ‘round the right way.
Having established the terms of engagement, Rachel solved the laundry problem by flooing Draco's dirty laundry to wherever he’d floo’d to work. The first time he lost a multi-million galleon deal when the other company’s president hurled chunks — because Draco’s dirty Quidditch “nut hut” (bollocks protector) draped on her like a bib, Draco got a clue and made it a point to collect his laundry for cleaning back at the Manor.

Lyra corrected her father’s post-dinner clean-up habits easily by insisting he clean-up with her. This had the unexpected benefit of father-daughter cooking, which Hermione and Rachel heartily endorsed and Rachel assisted.

Richard (who didn’t have any actual issues with Draco or his habits) rescued the put-upon novice family head by “soliciting his services” in the garden more than was necessary.
After a working tour of the garden with significant “mmm-hmm’s” and “ah-ha’s”, Richard would break out the fyrewhiskey and regale Draco with tales of his days as a dashing rogue before Rachel tamed and married him. Draco found the Rachel stories bore an uncanny resemblance to his own situation with Hermione — especially the comparison topics of favorite bedroom toys, wrist restraint fabrics and baby-before-wedding.

Hermione tackled the most difficult re-education effort alone — the one that, if not addressed, could mean the end of him. For two months Hermione “corrected” Draco’s habit of leaving the seat of the loo “up”.
The first time Hermione’s bum landed in cold water at 2 o'clock in the morning, she restrained herself — dropping a glass of chilled water on him instead of cursing his inconsiderate ass — and explained how irritating such disregard of the ladies in the house was.
The pre-dawn morning when she sprained her wrist trying to catch herself before she got dunked again, she jinxed him with her uninjured non-dominant hand.

But when Lyra screamed for help because she’d fallen into the toilet water and found herself wedged in the toilet bowl, Hermione rescued her daughter, sealed the floo, set an anti-apparation charm on her home and hexed Draco’s balls for four straight hours. No amount of yanking or jerking would relieve his edge-of-orgasm fullness. Hermione had mercy on him later on (at Lyra’s entreaty; a moaning, cursing daddy was really creepy) and shagged his brains out to relieve the problem.

The cure took a day…
…and a night…
…and a day…

All this “training” brought the couple to a fortnight before Lyra’s 5th birthday and a month before she started school. The house had almost returned to efficient running; Hermione and Rachel only complained every other day rather than every other minute.

When the bottom fell out…

Draco’d gone to Malfoy Manor to drop off a load of dirty laundry and pick up clean laundry from the house elves when his father cornered him.

“Draco! I hoped to catch you. We’ve had correspondence from the Magical Trust and Heraldry Office in the Ministry.”

Finally settling into contentment, Draco dreaded the crisis the correspondence would disclose.

“You mother and I will be in the library. When you’re ready to discuss it.”
“Give me a moment to take this home.”
“Care to reveal where ‘home’ is? The Ministry has had the devil trying to locate you.”

Draco saw himself in the man asking the question. The Malfoy heir wondered if the man before him saw the differences in his son.

“Draco… I hope to meet your ‘friend’ when you’re ready. We’ll see you in the Library.”

So much for the “inattentive father” Lucius Malfoy.

Thirty minutes — and an irate girlfriend who balked at his lack of explanation for leaving again unexpectedly — later, Draco sat on the edge of a genuine Louis XIV salon chair in the Manor main library.

“Your letter has arrived,” Lucius announced. The elder Malfoy walked to the chair and extended an enchanted parchment bearing the Ministry seal. Sighing in resignation Draco tentatively grabbed the notification and slid a slender finger along the seam and through the seal.

The voice of Tarryington Ambit, Chief Magistrate of the Magical Trust and Heraldry office, rang out. The subject, being familiar to the Malfoy heir, gained only small amounts of his attention.

Mr. Draco Malfoy,

As required by the Malfoy Bequest of 1393, registration number 004 in the Ministry’s Trust files, you are hear-by notified that you have one year to meet the terms of the Malfoy Heritage Trust or you will forfeit your inheritance.
Please contact my office to discuss your progress towards meeting your obligations.
Best regards,
Tarryington Ambit

“As you have not produced an heir, I assume you have an alternative to keep our assets in Malfoy hands?”
“I have almost nine months remaining; something will break my way before the deadline.”
“Draco, dear… I don’t wish to upset you,” Narcissa Malfoy — Draco’s mother and the more Slytherin of his two parents — soothed, “no one wants this nasty business dealt with more than your father and I. I dare say we’d accept an illegitimate heir if it cut that indiscriminate harlot Astoria Greengrass —”
“She’s still legally a Malfoy, Mother.”
“Nonsense! She was never a Malfoy. She’s lacks the breeding and the brains. As I was saying, your father and I don’t mean to intrude —”
“But you will.” Draco chuckled. How much more absurd could his situation get? And his parents weren’t aware of the half of it.
“We simply must get that ridiculous woman out of our lives and keep the Malfoy legacy in blood Malfoy hands. The next you know she’ll be presenting some bastard as your heir and how shall we deal with that?”
“Astoria has some fertility issues. That’s partly why she didn’t get pregnant.”

You’ll drop in a dead faint when you hear the rest… he mused

“So Merlin can be merciful to pure-bloods. She was unworthy to carry your child. The next Malfoy heir cannot be sluttish, narcissistic or suffer single digit intelligence; Astoria would have passed on all three traits.”
“So as long as I satisfy the terms of the bequest, how I do so no longer matters to you two?”
“Malfoys aren’t in the habit of presenting bastards as heirs, son,” Lucius clarified, “but the idea of losing the Manor and most of the family’s accumulated wealth and living in some hovel like a mud- muggle-born fills me with dread.”
“Nice catch, Father.”
“It’s a different world, Draco, and Malfoys have always been survivors. What is your intent to satisfy your requirement?”

Allowing the chair to support him fully, Draco gave due consideration to the problem before responding.

“Help will be required.”
“That was understood, son,” Narcissa zinged in.

Lyra, Draco realized, would be a handful when she gained mastery of her inherited Malfoy wit.

“I meant help deciphering how to accomplish the terms of the bequest in the remaining time. Do you have plans Saturday evening?”
“Nothing of any consequence. Why?”
“As this involves all of us, I think the time to marshall our resources has arrived. Six o’clock?”
“That will be fine.” his mother confirmed and, with a nonchalant wave, summoned her personal house elf to see to the details.
“I’ll be bringing guests to help us.”

Draco’s confident smile settled Narcissa’s nerves; for the first time since his divorce from that she-devil Astoria Greengrass, her son took the reigns where the continuation of the Malfoy line was concerned. Lucius, however, suspected the opposite — Draco, his father decided, had no idea how to address this problem but knew more than he’d revealed so far.

“We’ll see you Saturday, son. I look forward to meeting your ‘help’.”

Matching smirks formed on the male Malfoys.

AN: Thanks for the shoutouts -

FieryPhoenix - I too enjoy the "clarifications" necessary to "remind" Draco of what really happened in their past
Juliesnaps - So Googl Translate let me down again? Feel free to leave corrections in a review. I'll update to yours with an AN credit as soon as I see them. Damnable computer translators LOL.
Victoria - Than you. I needed to figure out what to do in "The Best Of...". Ths storyline got abandoned as I wanted to start during 8th year and involve more of the Hogwarts gang. But this plot had me laughing so I'm tidying it up on its own. Never considered it sweet before seeing your comment LOL.
RavieSnake - You speak truth about... interuptions LOL.
nari-chan - Our first time parents have a huge problem to solve and a real dealine to solve it in. Let's hope they succeed.
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