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Soleil	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 7427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Lucius! Lucius Malfoy, you come down here this instant! LUCIUS!”
Outdoor clothing magically streaked to the hidden wardrobe and coat racks along the walls of the foyer in Malfoy Manor as the lady of the house stormed in.

The sound of doors slamming echoed through the cavernous center hallway as a very irate witch sought the source of her anger. Six doors later she’d spied her target in his study playing on the floor with their daughter.

“Bitsy!”

That name on those lips got his attention. Lucius dared to stare at her in dread of her purpose.

“Yes, Miss?” the caring elf asked, waiting patiently for instructions.
“Please take Rose to her nursery and entertain her until dinner. Lord Malfoy and I have some business to discuss.”

After much deliberation between Lucius and Draco, both agreed to renovate Narcissa’s suite adjoining Lucius’ into a nursery for Rose and to repurpose one of guest rooms closer to Draco’s suite for a similar use by Scorpius and baby Cissa. Narcissa’s rooms were moved — exactly as they’d been — into the old nursery suite.

“Yes, Miss.”

Sensing the storm (her mistress’ normally impeccable manners nowhere to be seen), Bitsy grabbed Rose as she toddled by and apparated to the newly renovated nursery.

“Will I survive this?”
“The jury is still out on that one.”
“Is it something I said?”
“And did!”
“While I’m enjoying this stimulating game of ‘Guess Why Hermione’s Murderously Vexed’, we’d get to my public flogging more quickly if you’d tell me what’s angered you.”

Stomping forward until they were nose-to-chest, Lady Malfoy made no efforts to modulate her tone or volume.

“Guess where I spent my day?”
“Given your mood would it be at Ms. Parkinson’s?”

Hermione frequently wished the two-faced b… witch would emigrate to Hell but that solution wouldn’t solve her problem. Pansy Parkinson Goyle married Draco’s best friend, Gregory. Plantagenet Parkinson, her father, and Lucius had been friends since both wore knee pants. Contact was inevitable.

“No — St. Mungo’s. Care to guess why?”

She’d initially gone to interview for the headship of the expanded Medical Potions department. Hermione and her new husband had argued vigorously over her decision to leave off working in the family business after they married and return to full-time employment elsewhere.

“Some illness?”

A few galleons spread carefully amongst his best patrons brought back tidbits of Hermione’s efforts at the hospital and solidified Lucius’ own “full-time” employment expectations for her.

“Yes and no. Apparently you’re not sterile.”

Alabaster skin still managed to whiten at the implication dangling in the air. Lucius closed the distance between them and swept her up and into the floo. When Hermione’s stomach stopped churning, she recognized their bedroom. Unwilling to release her, Lucius claimed the chaise lounge, snugging her so tightly she couldn’t escape.

“You’re with child!?”
“Yes! It only took you THREE WEEKS!”

His cock twitched underneath all those buttons in his pants. The idea of his child in her belly was causing issues best handled later when she cooled off.

“You can’t possibly think that I planned any of this. I gave you the facts as I understood them.”

Air whooshed out of him as her punch landed dead center of his solar plexus.

“The FACTS not the TRUTH! A healer named Armstrong showed up; St. Mungo’s called him in when they heard my ‘new’ last name.”

One week ago Hermione became the new Lady of the Manor. Unwilling to give her time to change her mind, Lucius scheduled a small wedding with family and friends for two weeks after Rose’s birthday.

“Ever heard of Armstrong?”

Daring him to lie, Hermione’s death stare had Lucius perspiring — or was it the intensifying arousal associated with her news?

“The name has some familiarity.”
“It should! He’s been the Malfoy’s personal healer since YOU were born!”
“It’s coming to me now…”
“Healer Armstong SWEARS he told you that the problem was you and Narcissa together — not you and anyone else! I should have KNOWN you were lying after that ‘family size’ question! Why plan a family when you’re STERILE!”
“I thought you Gryffindors were the optimistic types.”

In anticipation that this discussion could last a while, Lucius made himself comfortable and pulled Hermione into him as he did so.

“Do you want my child?”

The fear and pleading written in his eyes could not be mistaken.

“Of course I do!”
“Then your ill treatment of me relates to?…”

The smug grin on his face explained a great deal — including the generous check he’d be sending George Weasley for that “special” potion. The blue one.

“You KNEW this would happen!”
“Not at all. I hoped it would. Now answer my question: what has you so upset?”

That answer eluded capture in her head for quite some time while her mouth gaped open in anticipation of its arrival. When her thoughts aligned she relaxed into his embrace before expressing her upset.

“Starting a family is something we should have discussed!”
“We did.”

She raised up to make sure her incredulous expression registered with the lying prat.

“When!?”
“I asked you about family size and we decided on five.”
“YOU decided and that was ‘how many’ not ‘when’!”
“It’s neither here nor there. We have the resources and commitment to give this child everything it could possibly desire. Bella will gain a sibling and playmate near her own age. Why wait?”
“I’m not unhappy, I just… I wish I’d had a choice. I meant to go back to potions-making.”
“Unnecessary as you are the chief financial officer for Malfoy Entertainment. I’m sure the chief executive can be bribed into restoring you to your prior position — or positions depending on how soundly our daughter sleeps.”

She scowled at him.

“I was getting Rose weaned —”
“Too soon, in my opinion.”

She ignored him.

“I’ve lost the last of my pregnancy weight.
“You’re a stunning woman and have been at every point in the last year. Larger breasts can be mutually beneficial.”

She stared in mock shock at him.

“I was looking forward to sampling those overpriced cocktails we serve. Now I’ll have to drink —”

His next question cut her plaint off.

“What’s you’re favorite flavor — some secret, guilty pleasure you indulge in that none of your family or friends know about?”

Hermione considered this, eyes darting as if to see if someone would catch her admitting to such a thing. When a pure Slytherin grin spread across her face, Lucius silently celebrated his victory.

“Anise and Licorice. Can’t stop myself.”
“Excellent! Give me a moment…” and with a snap of his fingers his portable (and rather impressive) bar materialized in their suite and rolled itself against the wall.

The wizard’s dextrous hands danced in the air and ingredient after ingredient poured itself as he prepared her custom cocktail. In a mere pixie’s breath a short tumbler floated before her.

“I can’t, Lucius…”

The cocktail glass nudged insistently at her hand.

“Why not?” he asked, clearly teasing, “Do taste this; I’m considering adding it to our menu if you like it.”

Unwilling to further punish him for her predicament, Hermione sipped the newest recipe.

“It’s brilliant! What’s it called?”
“Soleil. The virgin version. Anise and lychee syrup in purified water with a splash of lemon juice. And a dropper each of anise liqueur and lychee liqueur — less than the total amount of alcohol in the apothecary’s morning sickness potion.”
“When did you dream this up? And how do you know what’s in that potion?”
“The morning after you and Rose claimed me.”

The answer to her potion question was his silent “Don’t be stupid” expression.

“Why? What inspired you?”

How those beautiful mahogany-brown eyes of hers managed to control his nervous system would take decades to figure out.

“Don’t be coy; you know you’re the inspiration for my best ideas. Will you indulge me and have something to eat? Our child is captive to your choices”
“Children.”
“I-I-I beg your p-pardon?”
“We’re expecting twins. One of each.”

At that revelation, Lucius grinned like a Cheshire cat, smothering his bride in a hug.

“It is SO good to be me right now.”

Accepting that he’d only change so much for her, Mrs. Malfoy buried her nose in the hollow of his neck and sighed with satisfaction and stoicism —

“Pure-blood prat…”

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BabyMama Drama

1/2 oz 99 Bananas® banana schnapps

1/2 oz Bacardi® 151 rum
1/2 oz Stoli® Strasberi vodka
1/2 oz pineapple juice
Mix 99 bananas, pineapple juice, and Stoli with ice. Strain into test tube, float 151.

Soleil

1 oz. Anise liqueur

1 oz. lychee liqueur
Splash of lemon juice.
Combine all the ingredients in a shaker with ice. Shake well and serve in chilled martini glasses. Garnish with mint leaves and lycee.

Author's Note: Thanks for the shoutouts.

colao: Thank you. I was inspired by the other stories in the anthology.
kimT: I've noted the decided preference you mention myself. It wasn't until I read Snapes_Goddess' story "Last Man Standing" and accidentally "discovered" the site Malfoy Manor site on grangerenchanted-dot-com that I found others willing to explore the complexit of Lucius as he realizes all is not as he'd desired. Thanks for the review!
skybee: You have me blushing at your kind words! Thank you for reading this. As this was meant to be part of an anthology which had its own set of rules, I hadn't thought much past not embarrassing myself given the other authors (many of whom now write for pay) were producing outstanind stories - great plots and tight dialogue. I certainly daydreamed some of the outcome while writing the Epilogue chapter so I guess I sorta know what happens...
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