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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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AN: People have moved into my house. It's made writing pretty difficult... So, sorry for the late update. I have not forgotten this story or my others, it's just hard to get in the zone when you're spoken to every twenty minutes...
Hope you like this chapter!

"Malfoy, I don't know if I want to move..."
Malfoy looked around. His nose flared a little, but, other than that, his look changed none. "You want to raise Scorpius here?"
"And what is wrong with my house?!" Hermione snapped. "It wasn't all that long ago that you told me that it was nice!"
"Yes, well, it is nice, but my son will need better. I can assume by how rustic the living room is that Scorpius' room is quite as cozy?"
Hermione glared at Malfoy. He was 'charmingly' making fun of her simple house.
"Now don't get your knickers all twisted, Granger. I'm only thinking about Scorpius. He has a status to keep up with, and it is my duty to ensure he has it. He won't be able to have it living here - no offense or anything. This is just too plain for a Malfoy to be raised in."
"I refuse to allow him to grow up as some spoiled, snobby, rich kid, Malfoy. I put my foot down there."
Malfoy looked away, appearing to be in thought. "You mean that you don't think it's possible for a set of rich parents to raise a decent, well behaved child then?" He asked absent-mindedly. "Didn't you say your family was well off? How would you have graded your parents in raising you?"
"I-" His question had stunned her. She wasn't sure how she could answer that. Perhaps, now that he had brought it up to her attention, they had spoiled her. She had had the best opportunities available to her, given the circumstances. She had chosen not to be a snub though, quickly learning that people detested it. Hermione could have grown up very similar to Malfoy.
Only her parents hadn't start off with money like his had. Both had worked for what they now had, but they had still spoiled her, and had given her practically whatever she had wanted. Well... almost everything...
"Checkmate then, Granger?" Malfoy mocked her earlier tease that she had directed at him.
She pressed her lips together, suppressing her annoyance. "I will not buy my son's love."
"That is something we can agree on then. I think I have learned from my Father's mistakes, and, unlike him, I have no desire in becoming a member of the Ministry. I've had enough politics for a lifetime. I'd like to spend life with my son; my family." He looked pointedly at her, causing her eyes to drive from his gaze.
She swallowed hard. It was strange how accepting he was of the situation. He was a wizard who could easily "go with the flow" (or at least had the ability to pretend that it was easy). Was that a Slytherin thing?
"And, so, I accept the challenge," Malfoy spoke up.
"Challenge?" She asked confused. "What challenge?"
He nodded and smiled a bit. It was an odd, but pleasant thing to see him do. Hermione couldn't deny that she'd rather see him do that than scowl or sneer. She could not think of a time before then that he had ever given her a smile.
"I am determined to raise my son into a decent man. Are you willing to do the same?"
Hermione nodded an answer, giving him her own smile.
"Good, then we'll meet at the middle. That's fair. Wouldn't you think, Granger?"
"I suppose..." she agreed uncertainly. The way he was addressing the issue implied that he had already thought everything all through. Was it possible that he had a plan before she did?
"I know of this place that's up for rent, I think it would be perfect for you..."
* / *
Hermione couldn't believe what she was doing! How had she let Malfoy talk her into this?! She took a deep breath to settle her anxiety. She was trying to be fair, that's all. Trying to compromise; to come to mutual agreements with her son's father. She had always been someone who stood up for what was fair.
She just wasn't sure how this could be considered 'fair'.
She circled around the large furnished sitting room. It was the size of her home. A sitting room, just a mere place to have tea and talk in, was as big as her entire home in the magical community! There was a fireplace on each end, and both were decorated identically; two gold sofas, and three maroon chairs surrounding the fireplaces, with an end table between them and matching antique foot rests stationed at each seat.
She shook her head, placing a hand up to it. There's no way Malfoy had gotten the numbers right on this home.
"Malfoy said this was affordable?" Ginny gasped, echoing Hermione's thoughts. Hermione had invited her to tag along, wanting her friend's opinion on it. "He must have been bluffing." Ginny sunk into one of the chairs and closed her eyes. "Merlin, but if wasn't..." She sighed in comfort. "How much did he say this would cost to rent?"
"One hundred every month," Hermione answered, wandering to the archway that led out of the room.
"Are all the rooms decorated like the Gryffindor common room?"
"I am not sure," Hermione said thoughtfully. "He said I'd like the house-" Ginny snorted at this, making Hermione sigh. It was no house, it was a mansion! "He said that it would remind me of my time at Hogwarts. Malfoy didn't say much more than that. So it could be that most of it is decorated in red and gold."
"One hundred Galleons seems awfully little," Ginny said, following Hermione back into the foyer. "Especially when this house would cost about 4,500,000 Galleons to buy."
"4.5 million?" Hermione gaped. "That much?! How do you know for certain?"
Ginny shrugged. "I used to look in the list of homes for sale. We all did it- my brothers and I, I mean. We were poor kids. Poor kids do that sort of thing." Ginny grinned, not even remotely embarrassed with her claim.
In the foyer were two staircases that led up to a second floor. Underneath them was a dark hallway. Hermione made an assumption that it led down to some cellar.
"Let's see what's on the second floor," Hermione suggested, leading the way.
They found several rooms. There was another sitting room, which was smaller, having only one fireplace, but it was decorated the same as the one the floor below. There were eight bedrooms, four of them had their own bathrooms (the master bathroom had a tub the size of one in the Prefects' bathroom at Hogwarts!) and enormous walk in closets. The other four bedrooms were presumed to be guests rooms. They were split off into pairs that were conjoined with lesser extravagant bathrooms (but were still considered luxurious to Hermione and Ginny).
"Holy Merlin, Hermione!" Ginny squealed, eying the soaking tub in one of the bathrooms. "Do you think I can talk Harry into buying one of these?!"
Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes. "I don't think so, but you could try."
When they were through with the second floor, the third one appeared to be more of a place for business. Half of it was taken up by a room with seven long tables and a good thirty swiveling desk chairs. The other half had several private office looking rooms.
They then went back down to the first floor and admired the gigantic kitchen. It had red and gold counters with ancient magical appliances that worked with just a flick of a wand. There was an icebox that had an everlasting cooling charm on it, which immensely fascinated Hermione.
"Someone very talented casted that," she noted.
They explored the lowest floor, in which Hermione had earlier thought was a cellar. She had been wrong. It was really a place for entertainment and hosting more leisure parties. It was mostly one big room, which took up nearly the entire floor plan of the mansion. There was a bar, and gaming tables for games like pool, cards, chess, and tennis. In the far back of the of it, there was a door that lead to a storage room with lots of magical items and supplies. Hermione had guessed that the stuff in there had been long forgotten. There was a knife that looked several hundred years old. There were even old wizard chess sets. And Ginny pointed out a broom, "It's a Levi edition!" Which Hermione quickly learned was one of the first magical brooms ever produced to be sent to market for profit. According to Ginny, Levi brooms were nearly extinct. There were only three (now four) known to be in existence.
"Are you really going to move there?" Ginny asked after they had flooed (Hermione was too worn out to apparate just yet) to Diagon Alley and settled themselves inside a cafe for lunch. They had the day free, as both Harry and Malfoy had offered to watch each of their children, allowing the witches a day away from home.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. I told Malfoy that I would check out the house and see about it. It's too much, to be honest. I love the decor though. I just can't picture myself living in something so grand."
"Well, why not?" Ginny asked after a thoughtful sip her butterbeer. "It's magnificent, and if Malfoy is really going to pay half of the rent, it's a bargain to live in."
Hermione groaned. "And what about cleaning? Even with magic, I'll be exhausted if I had to clean that everyday. I've barely had time to clean the little house that I DO have. I've been so tired after caring for Scorpius. One little spell is so tiring for me recently. I know that will change later, when we can get on a better sleep schedule, and when Scorpius doesn't need something every forty five minutes or so, but until then..." She trailed off, just thinking about it make her sleepy.
Ginny nodded in understanding. "I know, I've been through it twice. Harry's very helpful though."
Hermione chewed a bit a bite the salad that she was having for lunch. "Malfoy is too," she admitted, finding it weird to say. She paused in her chewing, narrowing her eyes at Ginny's grin. "What?"
Ginny laughed. "Nothing," she said not so innocently.
"Then, why are you smiling like that."
"It's just hard picturing Malfoy in such a role," Ginny finally said after a moment.
"You should be there and witness it then. Who would have thought he could be so soft."
"Harry told me that he had been a bit edgy the day Scorpius was born. He actually found it amusing to see him in such a way. I mean, besides being actually scared for his life."
"Yeah..." Hermione shoved her food around on her plate, thinking of Malfoy's past and how terrible he looked during their sixth and seventh year. He had gained much of his lost weight back since then, and she noticed he seemed much more cheerful now - not that they had really conversed much in the past seven years anyway, but it was nice to see him smile. He had a good looking smile.
Not that she was admiring it.
Or was she?
God, she wasn't...! Was she?!
Merlin, she hoped not...!
"Are you alright?" Ginny suddenly asked, breaking Hermione from her thoughts on Malfoy's charming smile.
Hermione clenched her jaw and leaned against the back of the booth she sat in. "I don't know." She sighed. "My thoughts are all mixed up..."
"About Malfoy?"
Hermione bit her lip and nodded.
Ginny set her hand on Hermione's own that was resting on the table top, and tapped it comfortingly. "Hermione, the past is the past. You said so yourself, and well," Ginny tilted her head, giving Hermione a small smile. "If Draco Malfoy makes you all gooey-"
"He doesn't!" Hermione hissed. She looked around in embarrassment and ducked her head down low. Oh, God! If the world thought Malfoy made her insides turn into jelly she'd die right there on the spot!
And Malfoy did not make her feel all gooey anyway!
Ginny shrugged, looking as if she didn't believe her. "Alright then, be blind to it, just don't deny it too much. You know the quote, The lady doth protests-"
"Okay, whatever!" Hermione huffed. "Can we change the subject? Please?" She did not want to think much about Malfoy. Not unless it was about caring for Scorpius, and what was best for the baby.
"Sure. I'm pregnant," Ginny announced simply.
"Really?!" Hermione whispered, refraining from squealing. That certainly explained why Ginny had been eating like her brother lately.
"Yup," Ginny took a bite off a piece of bread.
"That's great, Gin!" Hermione exclaimed. "Congratulations!"
"We're hoping for a girl," Ginny continued to eat.
"Naturally, I would too. So, is Harry excited then?"
"Oh, Harry's just ecstatic!" Ginny's eyes lit up, finally showing some excitement. "He loves kids! He wants to have as many as my mum and dad had. I told him that he should have to carry half of them then." Ginny chuckled. "He didn't really like that idea."
"Well, of course not!" Hermione joined her friend in laughter.
"I just hope I don't have six boys before getting a girl," Ginny said. "Bill keeps warning me that it's the beginning of a jinx." Ginny rolled her eyes. "He's such a nut!"
* / *
"Did he get any of Granger's features?" Severus' portrait asked Draco in curiosity. He looked down at the sleeping bundle stationed near enough for Draco to assist the baby if he needed to, but far enough away from his work area. Draco had also cast a few protective spells around his son, so even if he did end up making a mistake, causing the potion to explode or something (which was unlikely), Scorpius was well protected.
Draco grunted in amusement. "He has her thumbs."
"Does he really?"
"They are hypermobile; they can make a 90 degree angle." Draco took a moment to show Severus what he had meant, bending his own thumb backwards. "Mine are straight as a pencil, but not his."
"So Miss Granger's thumbs can shape backwards?" One of Severus' eyebrows lifted up in question. "You know this for certain?"
Draco shrugged. "Don't judge me. I'm bond to her now, so it's my job to know such things about her. Besides, I noticed it on Scorpius the other day, and since he didn't get it from my genetics, it had sparked a bit of interest in me."
Severus said nothing more on the subject, switching his focus to instructing Draco with a new potion recipe. "Remember to roll the shudderleaf before crushing it."
"Yep, I've got it," Draco ensured him. "Thanks though."
Fifteen minutes later, Scorpius woke up crying.
"Perfect timing," Severus complimented, as Draco made the last stir he'd need before he would have to let the potion sit for six hours to ferment.
Draco smiled. "He really is a good boy, aren't you, chomper?" He picked up Scorpius to comfort him and explained the nickname to Severus who had given him a questioning look.
"I ought to excuse myself," Draco told Severus after an unsuccessful attempt in calming the crying baby. "I think he's hungry."
Severus smirked. "Or it could be that his nappy is dirty." He burst into chuckles at Draco's panic stricken face. "Granger hasn't made you change his nappy yet?"
"Thankfully, no." Draco shuddered. He lifted the baby's bottom up to his face and sniffed it carefully. "It doesn't really smell; he could just be wet." He then took Scorpius up to the nursery room that had been specifically made for the baby. It was located in Draco's wing of the Manor, next to his own bedroom, equipped with everything imaginable for caring for a baby.
Draco set Scorpius down onto the changing table. "Alright," he said uneasily, bracing himself for the task. He opened the nappy, hesitantly peering inside. He sighed in relief. Nothing solid and nothing smelly. Good! "You can save all those nasty ones for your Mother." Draco told Scorpius. He cleaned the baby up, doing what he thought was a swell job, but when he went to put a fresh nappy one, Scorpius kicked at him, wailing a storm.
"Now, you stop that," Draco scolded gently. "You can't lounge around all naked." He grimaced at the thought of the mess that Scorpius would make then. "Disgusting," he muttered, wrestling with his son's flailing feet. Draco let out a frustrated huff. How in the world did Granger do this several times a day?! It would drive him mad! Not to mention how exhausting it was trying to fight with a baby and not hurt him at the same time!
Draco lifted Scorpius' rump up into the air to slide the back of the nappy under it. He let out a yelp then, releasing his hold from the baby.
What happened? He asked himself, wiping his irritated eye. Then it occurred him. He screamed in horror. "MOTHER!" It didn't matter to him at the time on how high pitched his voice was. He was traumatized. With his eyes closed, Draco frantically began feeling for the stack of wipes that had been placed near the baby, whimpering all the while. "Merlin!" He squeaked, wiping his entire face down.
"What hap-"
Draco looked up, giving his mother a pathetic look. Father must had heard his distressful scream too, he was standing beside Mother, both of them were analyzing the scene. Father then burst out laughing and swept to Scorpius, picking him up.
"It's not funny!" Draco shrieked out indignantly. "How horribly disgusting!"
"Did you hose your father down?" Father asked Scorpius. The only reply he had gotten was a wail.
Draco gagged then. "I think it went in my mouth a little..." He ran to the sink near by, running water into both his mouth and eyes. "Ugh...! How awful!"
Now mother was giggling, adding to Draco's embarrassment. "I can't believe he would do that!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, Draco," Mother said soothingly, holding out a towel for him. "All little boys do it. You've done it to your own father."
"Did I?" Draco glanced at Father for verification. He received a very short nod. "It's still revolting!" He shivered. "I need a shower!"
"We'll watch the baby," Mother quickly offered.
"Thank you. I think he's hungry. I haven't had the chance to feed him." Draco then called for Toogy to get his stuff ready so he could wash up.
"What's wrong with him?" Draco asked when he had returned a few minutes later. Scorpius was still bawling.
"He is unhappy." Mother pat the baby's back, and said a couple soothing words.
"Well, that much I could tell!" Draco rolled his eyes and took Scorpius into his arms.
"I couldn't get him to eat at all." She frowned worriedly, tapping the baby's leg. "Shh, now, you're getting yourself all upset for nothing!" Scorpius cries only got louder, and Mother retracted her hand, looking a bit hurt.
"Oh, Mother, it's nothing personal," Draco tried reassuring her. "Don't you think that for a minute!"
Father had been standing back this whole time, watching in silence. He appeared to be absorbed in thought. Draco asked him what he was thinking, but all that moved was the wizard's eyebrows- the tiniest of a twitch.
"Father?" Draco raised his eyebrows, prompting him to say something.
Father cleared his throat and looked from Scorpius to Draco and back again. Draco couldn't make out what he was thinking. The look his Father was giving him lacked any emotion; he was doing that on purpose. Damn his father and his skill of masking his emotions!
"Lucius?" Mother asked, sounding concerned.
Father shifted his eyes toward Mother before quickly looking at the floor. "Draco," he spoke very slowly. "Have you and Miss Granger had any physical contact recently...?"
"Sure, I picked her up yesterday morning and set her onto the sofa."
"Into your arms?" Mother asked, slightly surprised.
"Yes, after I binded her from moving, I carried her to the sofa." Draco got a disapproving look from his mother. "Well, she deserved it," he defended his actions. "At first, she was fuming, but Miss Granger cooled down quickly."
Mother smiled, pleased by that. "Then, that is progress. She should have hexed you though."
"Oh, she would have, if I had not prevented her from doing it!"
"Did your skin touch hers, son?" Father interrupted.
"I'm not sure..." Draco answered slowly. He couldn't remember either way. "I would say not, though. She was wearing a tent. The sleeping dress she wore had to have been four sizes too big."
Father then turned abruptly and exited the room, his robes billowing behind him.
"What did I do?" Draco asked his mother, puzzled by Father's response.
Mother shrugged. "I'll go find out."
Draco went to follow her, but Toogy stopped him by appearing with a crack. "Master, Miss Granger has arrived, sir. Miss Granger is in the flooing room."
Oh, good, maybe she knew what was wrong with Scorpius! "Thanks, Toog." Draco secured the baby and apparated down to the flooing room. Granger stood just outside of the fireplace, looking around.
She sighed when she caught sight of Scorpius, hearing his crying. "Did he do that all day?" Granger asked hopelessly.
Draco allowed her to take him. "He slept for most of it actually. Long enough for me to brew a potion, so I am not going to complain. We couldn't get him to eat though." This announcement earned another sigh from Granger.
"Scorpi," she kissed his cheek, tenderly. "Why aren't you eating, you silly boy?!"
"The little prat also whizzed on me," Draco informed her, narrowing his eyes.
Granger gasped. "Did he really?"
Draco nodded grimly. "It was positively disgusting!"
"I learned from Ginny that you have to cover that area very quickly if you want to avoid such an event." She laughed softly.
"He has never done that to you then?"
Granger shook her head. "I've never given him the chance."
"Draco," Father's voice drawled from the doorway. "Are you going to invite Miss Granger for tea?"
Draco eyed his father over. The older man smiled charmingly. He was up to something. Father hadn't really said much of his opinion on Granger and the bond that Draco had with her. But even he had changed since the Dark Lord's fall. More than likely, Draco figured, he didn't care who Granger was anymore; she contributed to breaking off a curse that had made it easy for the Malfoy name to potentially disintegrate. Father may never admit it, but he was probably thankful for Granger's assistance in that- even if she hadn't intentionally done it.
"Um, sure." Draco gestured for Granger to sit down. "Would you join us for tea?"
"I really must feed Scorpius," she insisted.
"Well, it'll be a bit before it's ready... You'll have time to feed him- If he'll even eat."
"Do you have a blanket that I could use? For privacy?"
Draco summoned up one from Scorpius' nursery, at this, he noticed Father slipping from where he had been standing, disappearing from sight. "Will this work?" Draco held out the solid black fabric.
Granger smiled. "It's perfect, thank you." She tucked the fussy Scorpius underneath it, and fumbled with the front of her shirt. Draco assumed Scorpius must have latched on, because the baby went quiet instantly.
"I looked at the..." Granger paused to find the right word she wanted to use before sighing in exasperation. "Oh, really, Malfoy, can you actually see me living in such a place?"
Draco grinned, putting his hands behind his back. "I could," he said honestly. "If you would allow yourself the time to adjust to it."
She scrunched up her face. "It is quite lovely, I'll admit that, and Ginny was in love with the swimming pools that you call bathtubs-" Draco had to chuckle at that statement. "And I can't really argue with the rental cost."
"So try it out for a month and see how it feels," Draco suggested. "If anything, you can call it a vacation."
Granger chewed the inside of her lip. "I am worried about keeping it clean, I'm too tired to do much of anything lately..."
"Don't worry about that, a house elf will be there with you."
She glared at him. "I've already-"
"Just hear me out, Granger, before you get all offensive on me."
Granger adjusted herself in the chair she sat in. Her lips pursed. "Fine, Malfoy," she muttered. "How are you going to convince me to accept the help of a slave?"
"Toogy," Draco called out, summoning up his house elf.
"Master," Toogy smiled, bowing. "You wishes for something?"
"Bring me the package that arrive this morning please."
"Yes, Master, sir!" Toogy said cheerily.
"That was your house elf?" Granger asked when Toogy popped away.
"I have had her since I received my letter to Hogwarts. It's a Malfoy tradition." He looked at her, daring her to forbid Scorpius from his own house elf. When she didn't say anything, Draco smirked."You thought my house elf would quiver in my presence, didn't you?"
"Well, after what happened with Dobby-"
"Not all of us treat our elves unfairly, Granger." Draco said dryly. "Mother and I treat our elves very nicely. Only some of us have yet to realize the pros to respecting 'the help'."
"So, you don't abuse your elf?" She asked cautiously.
"Toogy is a very well behaved elf, and I have never swung at her. We have more of a... friendship than a master/slave relationship."
"But you still own her?"
"Yes, she's bound to me. By blood."
"Blood?" Granger squeaked.
"It was part of the ceremony that was done when she was given to me." Toogy appeared then, along with another elf who was younger looking.
"Hello, Mr. Draco Malfoy, sir," the strange elf greeted.
"Weston, this is Miss Granger," Draco introduced.
"It is nice to meet you, Miss Granger." Weston walked up to Granger and lifted his hand for her to shake.
"Like wise, Weston," Granger politely returned, giving the elf a smile, shaking his hand. To Draco, she asked, "And what are your intentions, Malfoy?"
"Weston is one of the first house elves to be born free," he explained. "He was looking for work and so I hired him to work for you."
Granger's jaw dropped at his announcement, obviously surprised that he would do such a thing. "You... are paying a house elf to work?" She adjusted her shirt back to normal under the blanket and removed the blanket, placing it on her knees. Scorpius was sleeping now. Draco could hear an occasional grunt escape from the sleeping baby's mouth.
Draco sat down, gesturing the elves to do the same. "Granger," he started softly. "I have noticed how exhausted you have been these last couple days. One day with Scorpius had tuckered me out. A baby is tiring work. You need help, and, unfortunately, I can't be there around the clock to assist you right now, and, since you refuse the help from my own elves, I thought this would be the best solution."
Granger laughed lightly in disbelief. "You... did this for me?"
"And for Scorpius." Draco nodded.
She smiled. "Thank you, Malfoy," she said meaningfully. "This is all incredibly nice of you."
He returned the smile." It's my pleasure, Miss Granger."
Father's elf came in with the tea then and served them. Draco's parents entered the room soon after and were also served. The elves left after that.
"How are you feeling, Miss Granger?" Mother asked kindly.
"I'm fine, thank you," Granger answered.
"You two are going to need to touch very soon," Father informed. "Every three days or so, it appears."
"So, we just... touch hands?" Draco asked him.
Father looked away and took a quiet sip of his tea. "I am not entirely sure that is enough," he said.
"And what is enough, Mr. Malfoy?"
Father cleared his throat. "The last time you two were together in such a way, you spent three hours touching each other. Unless you wish to go watch some muggle film, or something of the like, constantly holding hands, you'll have to do something more intimate. Doing so every three days would be extremely time consuming."
Draco made a quick glance to Granger. She was blushing, and she must not had realized it, or perhaps had forgotten to hide her face this time. Her slight pinkish cheeks were a beautiful shade. He admired them but had to force himself to look away. He wouldn't allow himself to look too long.
Granger said nothing. Draco could tell that she was thinking. He was awaiting for her to respond. He hoped she wouldn't be too upset with Father's news. He felt a bit guilty for not minding the situation. In fact, he felt rather excited. It had been a while since he had had any action.
"I... don't know if I'm r-ready for th-that just yet..." she admitted hoarsely.
"That's understandable, Miss Granger," Mother said gently.
"I'm not ready either," Draco quickly added, not wanting to seem like a sex crazed animal to Granger.
Father was nodding, he was avoiding eye contact with anyone. He was definitely uncomfortable with the conversation. "I was thinking more of a..." he paused to take a drink of his tea. "You could try a... kiss," his voice got a bit high at the suggestion.
'A kiss would definitely send me over the edge,' Draco thought, remembering the last time he had kissed her.
"Oh, God!" Granger shrieked. "No, I'm not ready for that either!" She looked at Draco, frowning. "I'm sorry, Malfoy-"
"It's alright," Draco raised a hand to stop her from explaining herself. "Surely there's another way..."
Father stood up and straightened out his robes. "If you find one, do let me know," he said stiffly, and walked to the doorway, stopping at it and turning around. "Enjoy your tea," he said, looking directly at Granger. He left then.
Mother and Draco exchanged confused looks. There was no doubt now; Father was up to something.
As if the two had spoken into each others minds, Mother rushed out after Father, and Draco took his wand out, removing Granger's tea cup from her hand.
* / *
"What have you done now?!" Narcissa hissed, chasing after her husband.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Lucius answered simply.
"You've done something to her tea!" she accused.
"Oh, that."
"Yes, that! Of course that! Now spill it, Luci! What have you done?!"
Lucius ceased his steps, staring up at the staircase that led to the room he had just left. "I just gave them a little push."
"Push?!" Narcissa shrieked. "I told you to leave them alone!"
"They are too stubborn to do this on their own. Especially her! Haven't you noticed our son today? How pale he's been? Did you see Scorpius? He's the same!"
Narcissa shut her mouth tightly, having nothing to argue with over that. She had noticed. "That still gives you no right to drug her!" She scolded in a whisper.
Lucius turned his back and began walking again. "It does if it concerns my family's health."
Narcissa growled in frustration. She hoped Miss Granger wouldn't get too upset over this. "So, what have you drugged her with?!" She demanded, hurrying after her incorrigible husband.

Review Responses from the last update:
T-W-O : Haha, I can't decide which I want to do. Angry sex would be pretty awesome.
Trelweny: Then again... Maybe she has... Wonder what she'll do in the next chapter after Lucius' drugging... :/ Thanks for the birthday wishes! :)
ChaosLady:Thanks :)
obrten: It was often in my childhood that Dad and us kids went against Mom to get our way, heh. Hmm... Would Scorpius and Draco do the same?
starr: Ho hum... Lucius snapped his leash...
pickles: Kippy would be punished if she was not doing what was ordered of her, which was to care for Scorpius. We can assumr that Lucius told Kippy not to return back unless there was a reason (work refusal from Hermione not being a good enough reason). Who knows what else Lucius wanted Kippy to do... *shifts eyes*
ssdawning: Me too! IF Lucius would allow them to handle things on their own!
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Let There Be No More Curse