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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 led Celeste into the library. There were hundreds of books, mostly light magic, a few grey, and two books of blood magic, one of potions and one of Wards, but it was a much tamer library than Malfoy Manor boasted. “This is a lighter collection than the Manor has, but it should suit anything you plan to do just fine, all the same.” He said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

Celeste smiled happily. “So long as I don’t intend to become the next Dark Lord—or Lady—you mean.” She teased.

Draco smirked. “Let's leave the Darker aspects of magic to me, shall we? I am more suited to it. While I like you a little corrupt, I prefer to keep your goodness and generosity as they are. If I didn’t like you the way you are now, I would not have married you.” He ushered her out. “Let’s check out the pool.”

They headed down the hallway a little more and came out into a huge room with an in-ground pool—impressively, it was Olympic-sized—and a large hot tub.

“You can’t use the hot tub while pregnant, I believe, but the pool shouldn’t hurt the baby. It's heated by magic, kept at a nice 65 degrees year-round. Cool, but comfortable.” Draco said lightly. “There are bathing suits in those rooms,” He pointed to rooms marked boys and girls, “But we will buy you some new ones. The suits already here are sanitized every time they get used, but I have my own, and so should you.” He said firmly.

Celeste nodded. “I don’t like the idea of wearing something someone else had against their privates. Never have.” She agreed.

Draco chuckled. “I don’t blame you. Now, I’ll show you the wing we will be staying in. The elves should have at least the Master bedroom cleaned by now.” He said, leading her out of the room and back to the entryway of the house, where the stairs were located. They went up the stairs and took a left, heading down a hall interspersed with doors. The Master bedroom was the third to last door in the hall, and Celeste felt the tingle of the powerful Wards as they passed through them.

“Blood Wards.” Draco explained at her shiver. “Strong ones. These past rooms are only for family. No one else can get to them. Not even the French branch of the Malfoy family can pass them. Only those that hold the bloodline of Aneira Malfoy nee Driscoll can get through them. We will be safe here.” He assured Celeste.

Celeste nodded as they passed into the first room.

It was huge, and the bed was covered in a thick black comforter with a silver Malfoy crest on it. The drapes around it were also silver, and there was a nightstand by both sides of it.

There was a desk in the corner, and a wardrobe along one wall. It was surprisingly bare, but Celeste just assumed Lucius had spent more time in another room, and didn’t need many accoutrements in this one.

Draco looked around. “This used to be Father's room.” He murmured. He bared his teeth at an inkwell on the desk and snapped, “Tissy!”

The elf popped into the room. “Yes, Master?”

“Take that inkwell—and anything else Dark—out of this room and store them in your old master’s study. I will sort through the things later.” Draco ordered.

Celeste frowned. “What was that about?” She asked.

“I won’t have you hurting yourself or our child.” Draco said flatly as the elf proceeded to remove seven innocuous-looking items.

Celeste nodded. “I appreciate that.” She said.

Draco huffed. “I do need to keep the inkwell, though, there are certain times when writing in blood is required by some of our business contacts. The inkwell fills itself with the blood of anyone who touches it.” He explained.

Celeste shuddered. “Horrible.” She murmured.

“Some of those artefacts do far worse.” Draco warned lowly.

“Thank you for removing them before I hurt myself. Or Carina.” Celeste said softly.

Draco smiled. “Speaking of our little Cari, let’s take a look at the nursery.” He said, walking to a door in the wall and opening it.

It led to a yellow room, with a changing table and crib, both in white, and a small wardrobe against one wall. There was a dark rocker in the corner, where Celeste could sit and nurse, or simply enjoy being in the presence of her baby. In the corner across from the rocker, there was a toddler bed.

“She'll stay in here until she is five, then she will move into the Heir’s bedroom. Or we can wait for a boy. Most families do.” Draco said.

Celeste bit her lip. “Do we have to wait for a boy? Can a girl inherit?” She asked.

Draco smiled. “Of course she can.” He assured Celeste. “We’ll need a boy to carry the name forward, but an heiress is acceptable by the Malfoy family.”

Celeste smiled. “Good. How ready is the Heir’s bedroom for a new occupant?” She asked.

Draco flushed. “Ah, not at all, I’m afraid. It will be cleaned by the elves, but we need to remove all of my things that I intend to keep.” He explained. “But there is plenty of time for that.”

Celeste laughed softly. “Let’s see the room, then. I may be able to help once we move in.”

Draco showed her the room.

It was huge, as big as the Master bedroom, and had personal touches from Draco’s youth everywhere.

“This will take some work.” Celeste murmured.

Draco nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing against her back. “It will. I will do most of it, but if you want to help, either once you’ve had Carina or before, I will have no problems with that. Just as long as you make sure not to overexert yourself.” He added firmly.

Celeste wandered around, looking at all the little things of Draco's. There were pictures, a few brooms and servicing items, a practice snitch and several other odds and ends. She smiled at all the little hints of what her husband had been like as a child. Spoiled rotten, obviously, but otherwise normal.

She found a book sitting by the bed and smiled, picking it up. The title read, “Harry Potter—the story of the boy behind the myth.” She showed it to Draco, looking supremely amused.

Draco flushed. “Yes, I wanted to know everything about you. It's full of lies, of course, but I didn’t know that.”

Celeste chuckled, setting it back down. “I think it’s time for lunch now.” She said.

Draco nodded. “Let's get you down to the dining room, then. Unless… would you like to use the breakfast nook near the Master room?” He asked.

“That sounds cosy.” She said happily. “Let's see it, then.”

Draco led her out of the room and down a narrow hallway at the end of the hall.

They came out in a small, circular area with a table that seated three, four at a stretch, and had floor-to-ceiling windows that made up two thirds of the area. It was bright and cheerful. “This is very nice.”

Draco smiled proudly. “It’s all one-way glass. We can see out perfectly, but no one can see in.” He told her.

“Convenient.” Celeste murmured. “Shall we dine naked, then?” She teased.

Draco smiled. “I’m afraid the house-elves would be quite scandalized if we did that.” He said.

Celeste laughed softly. “You’re probably right.” She agreed. “Let's eat here.”

Draco called a house-elf and ordered them lunch—quiche and sparkling grape juice.

“I really do like it here.” Celeste said as they waited for their food. “This will be a good place to live; for our children to grow up in.”

“I’m glad you approve. I'd never ask you to live in a place you didn’t like.” Draco said. “But I definitely don’t want to live in Malfoy Manor with Mother there. Visiting is one thing, living with her quite another.”

“It wouldn’t be as much of a problem if you'd lock your door.” Celeste said reproachfully.

Draco smiled. “Yes, but we won’t have that problem here. Even if I do decide to leave doors unlocked.”

“Until our children start walking.” Celeste pointed out.

Draco frowned. “Good point. Perhaps I should get into the habit.”

Celeste smiled as their food arrived. “Yes, you should.”

They ate, then went and put the few things they'd brought with them into the wardrobe in the Master bedroom. It was nice to finally have a place of their own, and both of them headed back to school with smiles on their faces.

When they got back, Pansy and Blaise waylaid them.

“Well?” Pansy asked impatiently.

“How did you like Windhaven?” Blaise asked Celeste.

“It was nice. It’s cold there, though. And aptly named, because the wind is wild.” She said with a smile. “But I like it. It will do.”

“It will do, she says.” Draco said mockingly. “Love, that house is one of the best in Wales. Give it the respect it deserves, please.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Oh, hush, you! What are the family's rooms like?” She asked eagerly.

Celeste grinned. “Huge. But I like them, there will be plenty of room for our family to grow there. I intend to have as many children as Draco wants. Within reason.” She added as Draco opened his mouth excitedly.

He closed it with a snap, then pouted. “No Quidditch team?” He asked.

Celeste stared at him in horror. “Definitely not.”

Draco chuckled. “Well, I'm off to bed. It’s been a long day. Coming?” He asked his wife.

Celeste smiled. “Soon, if all goes well.” She answered, taking his hand and letting him lead her away.

As soon as they got into the room, Draco laid down on the bed. “You've got a few hours yet. Come lie with me.” He coaxed.

Celeste sighed. “Let me undress first. These panties will rip if I’m still wearing them when I change back. I like these ones!” She undressed, Draco watching hungrily. Celeste huffed and waved a finger at him. “Oh, no. You're not topping me tonight. Don't even think it. You, Mr. Malfoy, can wait until midnight!” She told him sternly. “It's my turn.”

Draco grinned, rolling onto his back and tucking his arms behind his head. “Well, if you can't wait, I’m here and ready to go.” He offered.

Celeste eyed his cock warily. “Yes, I can see that.” She replied flatly.

Draco smirked. “I suppose we can always wait, though, until my wife becomes my husband. I do so love them both.” He said.

Celeste chuckled, getting into bed. “Cuddle me. And no letting it accidentally slip in.”

“I can wait until you change. I'm in the mood to bottom tonight, anyway. Been waiting a long time.” Draco said.

“Oh, yes, five days is so long.” Celeste teased.

Draco cocked an eyebrow and moved her atop him to look her in the eye. “Well, you try going five days without cock.” He said. At the look in her eyes, he flushed, and amended, “You know what I mean!”

Celeste laughed. “I love you. Weirdness and all.”
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