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The Malfoy Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco turned to catch Celeste as she stumbled out of the Floo. “Easy, lover. Don’t fall.” He said in amusement.

Celeste glared at him. “Oh, ha, ha. You know I don’t Floo well.”

Draco smiled. “Which is why I always go first.” He pointed out. “That way when you come through, I’m here to catch you.”

“I'd like to see you ‘catch’ me when I’m as big as a house.” Celeste muttered grouchily.

“We won’t Floo when you're that close to birth. That’s what Portkeys are for.” Draco said.

Celeste huffed. “I hate those more.”

“Hello. Who're you, then?” A young man at a nearby table asked curiously.

Draco turned and smiled at him. “We're the owners of Windhaven. We're checking to make sure it’s ready for us when we finish school.” He explained.

The young man made a face. “You're the Malfoy boy.” He said in distaste.

“Yes, but I’m not my father. How do you know of him?” Draco asked.

“My dad had some dealings with him last time he was here. Nasty man.” The young man spat, then sighed. “But I’ll reserve judgement on you. Might be an improvement.” He said. He stood and held his hand out. “Jeremy Hughes.”

Draco shook his hand and smiled. “Draco Malfoy. This is my wife, Celeste.”

Jeremy turned a bright smile on Celeste and took her hand, kissing the back and bowing. “Pleasure to meet you. You're a lucky man, Draco.” He said.

Draco chuckled softly. “Oh, trust me, I know.” He agreed.

Celeste huffed. “Pleasure. But, Draco, we are on a time limit.” She reminded him. “And I’m going to want the full tour before I have our daughter.”

Draco smiled. “Right. We have to be off now. Feel free to send an Owl, you'd be the perfect person to show us around the village when we properly move in. I haven’t been out this way in years.” He said.

Jeremy nodded. “Sure thing. You get out… Mid-June?” He checked.

Draco nodded. “Celeste will need time after the birth to recover, but we should be up to venturing out around the middle of July. Will that work for you?”

“Sure.” Jeremy answered easily. “Just pick a weekend, and I'm all yours.”

“We'll be in touch, then.” Draco said, taking Celeste’s hand and leading her out of the bar.

They wandered through the small village and came to the base of a hill.

“There it is.” Draco whispered.

Celeste looked at the large Manor atop the hill and blinked a few times, speechless.

“Well?” Draco prompted.

“It's huge! We don’t need that much space!” She said in alarm.

Draco chuckled. “We'll do the abbreviated tour. I'll show you around the wing we will be using, the pool room, ballroom, dining room, and library. The rest can wait until you are rested after having Carina.” He grinned widely. “That way, you can have the pleasure of exploring like I did when I was little.”

“Sounds like fun.” Celeste said with a smile.

Draco kissed her hand, then gave it a tug. “Come on; let’s go get you acquainted with your new home and your elves.”

Draco brought her to the gates and keyed her into the Wards. “There. You're officially welcome here. Now, the grounds are extensive, and there are deer in our forest, but you can explore them and the gardens on your own. The house is more pressing.” He led her up the few steps to the front door and let her in.

The inside was beautiful. Not quite as grand as Malfoy Manor was, though. The floor in the entryway was stone, but it was something other than marble. “What are the floors made of?” She asked.

Draco smiled. “It’s called terrazzo. The parlours and most other rooms are carpeted, of course, but here, it's all stone. It’s the same in the dining room and the ballroom. Be careful not to fall here.”

Celeste nodded thoughtfully.

Draco led her into the receiving room, which boasted a huge oriental carpet and likewise huge fireplace. “This is where anyone Flooing in will be deposited. We can Floo out from anywhere, but if we Floo back, this is where we will come out as well. You will be given a portkey ring that will take you directly to the Master bedroom, the most heavily-Warded room in the house.”

Celeste eyes widened. “Why not the—"

Draco cut her off. “Love, the nursery and the Heir’s bedroom connect to the Master bedroom, and share the Wards. We can also add more rooms under those same Wards, with a little effort, so long as they connect to the rest. We could encase the entire wing if we need to. That's ten bedrooms, excluding ours. I really don’t expect to have ten children, or, Merlin forbid, more.” He said, amused. “Four or five would be plenty.” He finished.

Celeste nodded. “So those Wards are separate?” She asked.

Draco nodded. “Yes. We cannot add anybody not of blood relation to them, anyone who comes to visit will have to meet us outside of that wing. But blood family will be utterly protected there.”

“What about me?” Celeste asked. “I’m not a blood relation.”

“You're bonded to one by soul-bond. The Wards will recognise you.” Draco said flippantly.

“So if we weren't soul-bound, I wouldn’t be able to share your room?” She asked hesitantly. “What about Narcissa? You said you've been here before?”

Draco smiled a bit sadly. “Mother roomed in a different room in this wing while we visited. By then, she and father were already seeing other lovers. There was very little love there, in the end.”

Celeste paled. “You would have made me sleep alone? Without you?” She asked in a disbelieving whisper.

“No, of course not!” Draco denied her whispered accusation hotly. “If we hadn't been able to soul-bond, I would have insisted we move into another home! There's Moonrun Manor, in France, as well as two smaller chateaus, either of which could have suited our needs, for now, and there’s also a medium-sized villa in Italy, that father bought when I was thirteen so I could have somewhere to visit with Blaise from. We stayed there all summer that year.” He said, smiling as he remembered the trip fondly. “This is the only home we have with those particular Wards.” He explained. “But it is the safest, for that reason.”

Celeste sighed. “Right. Alright, then. Lead on.” She said.

Draco led her out of the room and back through the entryway, down a short hallway and into the dining room.

Celeste gaped at the crystal chandelier, the pride and joy of the previous occupants. “Bit ostentatious, isn’t it?” She indicated the thing.

Draco smiled. “Is it? I've always liked it.” He teased.

Celeste rolled her eyes.

“Since we’re here, though…” Draco cleared his throat and called out, “Tissy, Tipple, Minsy, to me!”

Three elves popped into the room, all wearing light blue pillowcases. They bowed to Draco and one of them announced, “There bes a new elf, Master Draco! He be needing a name!”

Draco frowned. “You bred without permission?” He asked.

The elf that had spoken, who seemed like a girl, started pulling on her ears. “Tissy is sorry, Master! Old Masters didn’t care if new elves were born, they just named them when they were old enough to start work! Wes didn’t know if it was still okay or not!” She looked down at the floor, dejected, then mumbled, “And Tipple bes such a handsome elf.”

Draco laughed. “That's fine. Let's see this new elf, then.” He said.

A small pop, and there was a slightly smaller elf appeared.

Draco hummed. “And how old are you?” He asked.

The elf beamed at him. “I is two years old, Master! I is old enough to work!” He said proudly.

Draco turned to Celeste. “You can name him, love.”

Celeste frowned. “What kind of name do you give to an elf?” She asked.

“Something easy. Two syllables works best.” Draco answered.

Celeste hummed. “Skittle.” She said, unable to come up with anything else.

“That works.” Draco said. “Now, Skittle, you will shadow Tissy as she cleans the Master suite, nursery, and Heir’s bedroom. Then you will take over that wing, and clean the rest of it. That area will be your main duty, but near mealtimes, you will join the others in the kitchen and help them cook. Minsy, there is to be a baby.”

Minsy smiled and nodded. “Minsy can see, Master! Will Minsy be caring for baby?” She asked eagerly.

“Yes. When she comes, she will be your responsibility whenever Celeste needs some time off. Your Mistress is your responsibility until the baby comes, though. Serve her well.” Draco said firmly. “Skittle, when the baby is born, you will shadow Minsy and learn how to tend to a baby. There will be more.” He said, almost a warning. “You will care for the next.”

Draco turned to the last elf. “Tipple, you will help out wherever you are needed most. Once the wing we intend to use is clean, you will only need to keep it tidy. The rest of the house will not see much use, just keep it dust-free and safe. One elf must be in the kitchen at all times, in case one of us gets hungry at a time other than mealtime. That will mostly be you. Obey my wife or face my wrath. You may all now get to work.” Draco finished addressing them. He turned to Celeste. “Anytime you need something, Tissy is the head elf, she will deal mostly with our requests, unless you are pregnant, in which case, Minsy is your personal elf. She was Ellie’s help when I was little.”

Celeste nodded. “Alright. Where to next?”

“The ballroom. This way.” Draco led her down a small hallway, passing a few parlours on the way.

“Yellow parlour, cream parlour, a study.” Draco said, pointing out the rooms as they passed. “None of them are likely to see much use, unless we have a party here. Here is the ballroom.” He opened the large double doors and they walked in.

It was a large room, boasting more terrazzo flooring and walls, with a large, stained-glass representation of a peacock.

Celeste turned to Draco, a brow raised. “What's with the peacock?” She asked.

Draco laughed. “We can replace that with a stag, if you like. The peacock was my Father’s Patronus.”

Celeste made a face. “What’s yours?” She asked.

“Antipodean Opaleye.” Draco said, looking at the peacock. “Not nearly as impressive as stained glass.” He murmured.

Celeste hummed. “Shall we move on?” She asked.

“Yes, let’s. Next two rooms are on the opposite end of the ground level.” He said, leading her out of the ballroom and toward the other end of the house.

They crossed the house, Celeste taking in the surroundings as they walked. The house was beautiful, but most of it was an understated elegance, not a brash flaunting of wealth like Malfoy Manor, but rather a quiet assertation that whoever lived here was well-to-do, for sure, but didn’t need to scream it to the heavens.

Celeste rather liked it here.
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