Standard Disclaimer – Harry Potter and all related works are owned by JK Rowling. This is a work AU Harry Potter fanfiction that takes place shortly after the events Deathly Hallows with the exception of the epilogue. It is AU as it diverges greatly to suit the needs of the story.

Obvious Disclaimer – This is a work of fiction.

Now complete, A/Ns located in chapter 5.

(An)Other Woman, A HP A/U Fanfic.

By Measashadow

Chapter 1

In which Luna decides she needs Daphne's help.

Bedroom, Somewhere in Wizarding England

As she laid in bed with her lover's arm draped over stomach pulling her into him, she tried to think of how she felt at this moment. Safe, content, at ease, beautiful, wanted, but mostly she felt loved. It's been almost two years since she could recall waking to the nightmares that plagued her since the war. His emissions leaking from her body didn't make her feel unclean the way others did. Rather, to her at least, she felt it marked her as his. One of the many ways she was marked as his. She tightened her hold on the hand on her stomach. The child that was growing in her, the necklace she wore around her neck, the way he said her name. All this and more, so much more. His breathing was even but she knew he wasn't asleep yet. She turned her head to look at him. In the darkness of the room, the colors bled out leaving only hues. She's slightly distracted by the snake carved into poster behind him. It's jaws are slightly open holding a metal ring in place. She briefly looks at the other three posters and quickly finds the companion rings. That could be fun, then looks back at him. He's smirking, no doubt he noticed what she just noticed.

"Well?" she asks.

"Well, what?"

"I want to know your answer."

"Light of my life, you know my answer. I love you and I'm happy with how things are."

"But I want us to be together. We deserve to be together."

"If this is what you really want, I'm not going to stop you. Just remember this isn't going to affect just you. Talk it over with the others. Now get some sleep, I have a long day tomorrow." He kisses her shoulder then her neck and pulls her into him.

She settles into him and can't resist grinding her posterior into his burgeoning erection yelping as his hand comes down on its side.

"I mean it. It's after 2 and I can't afford to shirk tomorrow." He kisses her shoulder again while rubbing the area he spanked.

"I just want to feel you in me while I drift to sleep."

"Yeah, but we both know if you do that it'll be another hour before we sleep."

She examines the room again. On her nightstand, a long stem vase with a single lily and a sprig of lavender and her laurel wand. The snakes carved into the bed look as if they could just slither away at any moment. A rosewood armoire stood vigilant on the wall opposite wall. But to her, the ceiling was special. If she wasn't mistaken that was Draco over by the door.

Looking around she thinks to herself, this room is perfect her. She really needs to be here, she needs to be here with him.

235 Diagon Alley, Dewey & Co, Practitioners at Law

Bonnie hated Mondays. Mondays were either too busy or too slow. Since no one was standing at the door this morning that meant today was going to be too slow. She was currently reading an article in Witch Weekly entitled "Prince/Frog?" that claimed to tell you how to tell if your wizard was an animagus or a transfigured animal. Mr. Cheetum was definitely a wizard with a capital W, or a transfigured horse. It's a shame he was killed during the war. As Bonnie was turning the page she realized she wasn't alone. The lady standing in front of the reception desk was dressed

decidely odd. Bronze tiara? on dirty blonde hair and her white mink? stole appears to be eating her earrings? Although the cut and fabric of her emerald robes appears to be high end. Bonnie might not be the smartest witch out there, but she certainly knew her fashion.

"May I help you Miss?" She left the pause out there for this Lady to fill in.

"Greengrass"

"Oh, you're related to Solistor Greengrass?" Bonnie asked, mildly suprised.

"No, I'm looking for her. I was told she works here."

"And who do I say is looking for her?"

"Her sister, Lady Black."

Bonnie tapped one of the crystals on her desk and it started blinking. A moment later, the crystal glowed a light blue.

"Yes Bonnie, what is it?"

"Your sister, Lady Black is here to see you." A high pitched squee could be heard followed by a thump, a thud and a door slamming open.

"Oh, Stori, that's wonderf..., Luna? Luna Lovegood?"

Luna cocked her head to the side as if to consider her answer before looking at Daphne "How would I ever know if you were talking to me or my mother if that was my name?" Frowning slightly, " I guess I should really..." Luna looked up and suddenly finished covering the remaining ground towards Daphne. Throwing her arms around the still unmoving woman, "I need your help, Daphne."

Hesitantly she wrapped her around Luna, looking over towards the receptionist. "Bonnie, could you hold my calls while we clear this all up."

"Sure thing." Bonnie nodded and tapped the glowing blue crystal until it glowed red.

"Come along, Luna dear. Let's go into my office and you can tell me all about being Mrs. Black. Then we'll see about how I can help you." Daphne led Luna down the hall to her office.

Luna's first impression was comfortable. Two bright green leather armchairs faced a large blonde coloured wood desk covered with papers. On the corner, an inkpot/quill holder stylized as a coiled viper. Framed pictures and certificates hung on the wall. The entire wall behind the desk was lined with shelves filled with books with titles like Goblins and Galleons, Wizengamot Decisions of 198x, BMLE Regulations. The chair behind the desk laying on the ground.

"Now sit here. Would you like a bit of tea, coffee?"

"Nettle tea with a smidge of honey would be lovely."

"Fez."

With a pop, a house elf appeared wearing what seemed to be toga held in place Golden Thistle and little red fez on his head. "Mistress needs something?" He asked while bowing. Somehow the fez stayed in place.

"Nettle tea, a touch of honey for Luna dear and some red currant for myself."

With a snap, a silver tray with two tea cups on saucers was in Fez's hands. Handing the golden tea to Luna and putting the blush colored tea on her desk. "Thank you, that will be all Fez. I'm sorry Luna can you give me just a moment."

Daphne picked up her chair, straighten the papers and moved them to a drawer under her desk. With this completed, she took a sip of her tea looked over at Luna. "I'm dying to know Luna dear, tell me all about this muggle who swept you off your feet."

Luna cocked her head slightly to the right, "I'm pretty sure Harry's at least considered a half blood. I know his father comes from an old line. He doesn't really talked much about them. He says he'd rather live loving the family he has now then brooding over the family he lost."

Harry? No, it couldn't be. I mean I'm sure it's a probably a common name know, what with all the Boy-Who-Lived and what not, but Harry. You married Harry Potter." Luna just sat there nodding her head up and down while holding her hand out so Daphne could see the platinum and black diamond band adorning her ring finger. "But how did Potter become Lord Black, I mean, Draco has the greater claim by blood. Wait what the hell am I talking about, I thought he was going to marry Ginny."

"Ginny is playing with the Holyhead Harpies. She wants her career to be about her, not about who she's married to. As to the Black Lordship, Harry was named titular heir in the previous Lord's will. Even excluding the Dark Mark Act of 1999, do you really think Draco's slightly greater male primogenture would overcome Harry's current popularity with the Wizengamut."

Daphne sighed. "You're probably right. Astoria was so hoping to find an exclusion so Malfoy could lay claim to the title." In a higher pitched voice, "Lady Black, Lady Black, don't you just love how that rolls off the tongue, Daphne." Back in her normal voice, "I guess I'll just have to get used to hearing moan about how that should have been her title. I swear, she and Draco were made for each other. Good, you're smiling. You said you had a problem you wanted me to help you with?"

"Oh yes. Daphne I need you to prove that Harry is having an affair.", Luna said nonchalantly.

Stunned, Daphne just stared at the eccentric witch who she only knew from classes and study sessions at Hogwarts.

"I didn't say that right did I."

"You want me to prove the Golden Boy of Gryffindor is sleep with other women."

"He might be sleep with them, I don't know. But I know he's having sex with other women."

"Why me? I'm a solistor not an investigator. I wouldn't know the first.."

"But you're perfect. You can go to all the places that Harry goes and you wouldn't seem out of place. And I know you. Please, I can pay." Luna cancelled the enchantment on her stole causing said stole to revert back into a small white purse. From inside she pulled out a silver necklace fashioned into two snakes entwined with emeralds for eyes. The artistry blew Daphne's away.

"I know I'm going to regret this, but ok. 50 galleons a day, plus expenses and I'm your solistor when you divorce that bastard. And this little baby is my retainer." Daphne holding out her hand for Luna to shake.