AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello all! For those of you that have read Him… a father? Pfffht., you'll understand the characters and whatnot. All of the stories that follow are sequels to the story, which is a sequel to The Arrogant Heart. You can see my profile page for the full story breakdown. This, like the previous works, is AU and some characters may be a tad OOC. I wrote the initial adventure before the 6th book was finished, so well before the 7th book, and I like it. I'm not going to change it. We're going to roll with the punches.

There will be short stories, drabbles, and one-shots in here for all of my characters - from Annie Malfoy up to Severus Snape. The story titles will be in the chapter titles, so it'll make it easier to tell what's happening. I'll also include a little title memo on the first document of each chapter. You'll see. It's easy!

Much love to everyone who has been following the series over the years. I'm moving it into one category here to make it easier to read and follow.

Mail Issues - ONESHOT

Lucius has some issues, and Narcissa hardly understands what all the fuss is about. Apparently, it's a pretty common problem!

Lucius had everything for that night planned out perfectly. Draco and his herd of children had officially moved into their new home. Even though it was only a five minute walk away, the old man was still happy that they were finally out of his home. It was the first time in far too long that it was only himself and his wife. So, he had planned a romantic evening for them. A month after the war, and he had been craving his Narcissa for some time. She was always too tired at night, mostly because she was helping move Draco and his family, or she would spent the day out with her newfound friend Molly Weasley.

Ha, but not tonight. No sir; Lucius had planned this perfectly. He sent Narcissa out to her usual spa for a day of pampering, in the meantime getting the house elves to prepare their most delicious meal for dinner. When his darling wife came home, he presented her with the new dress he had picked up while she was out - a strapless silk one, in a deep green hue that traveled just down to the top of her knees. Naturally, she argued that she was too old to wear a dress like that, but Lucius argued back that she barely looked a day over thirty. The woman had aged gracefully, and while most women simply let themselves go, it seemed Narcissa was bent on making sure she kept her lovely figure until the last possible moment.

Dinner went wonderfully. He sat close to her, his arm slung across the back of her chair as he casually played with bits of her hair. The food was scrumptious, and he was constantly filling her glass with the sweet French wine he had been saving for a special occasion like this. She adored it, and by the time they had finished with dinner, Lucius was quite set on having his desert. Taking his gorgeous wife by the hand, he led her slowly up to their bedroom, catching her off guard several times with a firm kiss. She seemed to expect this, oddly enough, and was just as eager as he was.

She tasted the same as always. Sweet. Inviting. Now with a hint of wine. Her skin smelled intoxicating as ever, and Lucius barely had her in the room before his hands went to the small zipper at the back of her dress, his skilled hand fumbling over the small silver handle for a moment or two.

Honestly, these things used to be bigger. Narcissa giggled against his lips, yet released a soft moan as he trailed kisses down her neck, his large hands pushing the material of her dress down her body, trailing slowly over her hips as she wriggled out of it, stepping free from the heap of fabric quickly. All four hands went to work on his outfit, seeing as Lucius had more clothes on than his little wife. He quickly removed his belt, and set to make short work of his trousers, while she heatedly pushed his jacket off his shoulders, pausing him from his movement to get the black item off his arms, and then moved onto the small buttons of his white shirt. They were almost doing a routine, one they had done many times before during their lengthy marriage. Since they were seventeen, actually... Bloody Hell they had been married a long time.

Lucius held in a groan as Narcissa ran her warm lips over his bare chest, and he quickly discarded of the rest of his clothing, then grasped her arms firmly and dragged her up into a scorching kiss, demanding passion without any words. His wife complied perfectly, throwing her arms around his neck as he undid the clasp of her strapless brassiere, tossing it aside in a fluid movement. He broke the kiss momentarily, his lips hungrily slipping down her neck to tease the sensitive skin on her breasts. Two small hands clasped at his hair, and he heard Narcissa moan his name softly under her breath, her eyes no doubt closing contently under the sensations. They both knew each other all too well.

She stepped away and pulled him up, grasping at his large hand as she dragged him over to the bed, his body melding into hers as they descended down onto the comfortable surface. In order to ensure he did not crush his wife, Lucius pushed himself up on his elbows, his lips finding hers achingly ready once more. Her lips weren't the only thing achingly ready for him. After removing her undergarment, he could tell she was already gone into desire. It didn't take much that night, it seemed. With a wolfish smile on his lips, he kissed up her thighs, careful to avoid anywhere that gave her too much pleasure, and then lazily up her stomach, over her breasts, and pausing at her neck, taking his sweet time there. He liked to tease, but so did Narcissa. It all depended on who had the upper hand from the beginning, and at that point, it was Lucius.

She moaned his name once more, begging softly for some sort of release from her current state. He chuckled against her skin, and smirked as he felt her tilt her hips up at him, eager.

It was at that point Lucius realized something was wrong. Frowning, he glanced down at himself, eyes widening when he noticed that he wasn't aroused... at all. This was impossible! He had a gorgeous woman practically begging for him, the one woman he loved more than anything, and he couldn't... get it up.

Lucius rolled off of his wife and sat up quickly, glaring down at his little, well not 'little', Lucius. What the Devil was happening? This had never, ever happened before! Narcissa let out a bit of a frustrated sigh beside him, and then sat up, circling her arms around his own and resting her head on his shoulder, "Darling, is something wrong... Did I..."

He noticed her eyes trail down to the area below his waist, and she fell silent for a moment, finally muttering, "Oh."

"I-I... I don't know what's happening," he mumbled sheepishly, glaring down at himself. "It's not you... I... "

"Oh, don't worry about it, darling," she purred, sitting up and moving behind him to rub his shoulders. "You know, I hear it's very common in men who are stressed-"

"I'm not stressed, Cissa," he grumbled, batting her away and getting up and off the bed, stalking over to the bathroom, and then locking himself inside. He could hear his wife moving around in the bedroom as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He wasn't some silly teenager who had no control over his extremities; he was a man, and this was just plain embarrassing!

"Lucius?"

He heard Narcissa's patient, soothing voice seeping in from the other side of the door, and he tried to ignore the soft knock, "Darling, really, it's not a big issue... I hear it's quite common-"

"I am not common, Cissa!" he argued, standing stark naked before the mirror, quite impatient with himself for not, er, rising to the occasion.

Narcissa sighed loudly, one of those 'you're being difficult' sighs, and then replied, "I didn't say you were common, I meant not being able to get an erection is common in men... It happens sometimes."

Merlin, she just had to say it, didn't she? He gripped the white sink tightly, and then smacked his head against the cold mirror, wishing tonight had turned out differently.

"Remember, Annie, we can't stay for long," Draco informed his youngest daughter as they walked along the blazed trail in the woodlands dividing up the two Malfoy estates. "Your grandparents are having company over tonight, and I'm sure they have things to do."

Well, his mother would have things to do. His father would most likely be up in the attic, pretending to be busy so he wouldn't have to help set up.

His other three children were currently at school, seeing as it was a Friday afternoon, and Draco had the day off. That was what was so brilliant about being the Head of a department. Whenever he didn't feel like working, he could simply dump off his load on someone below him, and then take the day off. He wasn't supposed to do that, and Hermione chided him each time he did, but still; it freed up a lot of his time to be with Annie. The little girl was going to be starting a sort of... wizarding preschool after the Christmas holidays that Luna Weasley was creating, and Draco wanted to be around his youngest as often as he could. Not that he'd never see her once she started school; it was only two days a week for children Annie's age, and every other Friday. She would slowly start attending it more frequently once she was older.

Their day was pretty simple; they were going to take the Muggle trains down to a nearby village, in which he would spoil his little Annie with whatever she would like to purchase, and then head home for dinner. Hermione was popping that night after work, also, which only made his day better. She still refused to move in with him, stating that they hadn't been dating long enough for that sort of step... It was a bit annoying, really.

However, before they could head out, Annie discovered that her favourite sweater had been left behind at her grandparents' house. Oh the horror. So, before they went anywhere, Draco agreed that they would walk over, pick up the sweater, and then start their very late day.

"Can't we stay for something to eat?" she asked playfully, swinging his hand as they walked through the chilly forest, "Grandmother always has nice sweets..."

"We'll buy some sweets for you in the village," Draco stated. It wasn't as though he didn't want to be around his parents, but he was keen on giving them their own space. He had been living in their home for almost thirty years, and he had doubts that they wanted him there all the time. It was difficult living with four children and no live-in wife, but Hermione was a lot more helpful than she was willing to admit.

Annie squealed happily, "Can we get some Berties?"

"Yes, Pumpkin, whatever you'd like."

"And can you eat the gross ones?"

Draco hated this promise, but agreed nonetheless, "Yes."

She grinned triumphantly up at him, and then continued along quietly, her little feet working tremendously fast to keep up with Draco's long strides. Thankfully there was no snow yet, otherwise she would have been horrifically slow. The trail wasn't a long one, and they arrived at the old Malfoy Manor quite quickly. Annie rushed ahead, shouting back that she was racing him to the door. He smirked, and then jogged slowly after her, just to give her the satisfaction of beating him to the back door.

"I won!" Annie trilled as she pushed the heavy door open with all her might, tumbling into the hallway giggling. Draco followed quickly, shutting the door to keep the cold out as the wind picked up. He barely had time to catch the little girl before his mother arrived at the entrance of the hall, her eyes darting down to Annie's rather filthy shoes.

"Hi, Grandmother!"

"Hello, love, please take your shoes off before coming inside," Narcissa Malfoy ordered smoothly, helping the little girl take off her coat and mittens as Annie kicked off her shoes. The five year old went up on the tips of her toes to give her grandmother a kiss, and then skipped inside happily, calling out for Draco's father.

"Mother."

"Hello, dear," she cooed, straightening out a bit of his hair affectionately. "What brings you over?"

The house smelled wonderful; there was a roast cooking somewhere, and a nice mix of vegetables. It almost smelled like Christmas, but Draco knew the timing was a little premature.

"Annie forgot her sweater here from Tuesday," he explained, opting to leave his cloak on as he followed his mother into the foyer of the first floor. "Smells absolutely glorious in here, Mother... Who is lucky enough to be dining here tonight?"

"Lucius invited the Lupins over," she replied, sounding a little nervous about it. "He thought it would be nice for me to spend some time with Nymphadora, yet still have him around to fall back on if the conversation goes astray."

"Ah."

"Grandfather!"

"Annie, please don't shout."

Draco smirked at his father's irritated tones as the man marched down the staircase toward his daughter, giving her a little kiss on the head. Annie made a face, "What's the matter with you?"

"Annie, don't be rude," Draco reprimanded lightly, though he had to agree - something was up with his father that day.

His mother rolled her eyes dramatically, "Oh, don't mind him, Annie... He's just having male issues-"

"Cissa!"

"What, dearest?"

"I... You... I-I..." he sputtered, his nostrils flaring angrily, "I am not having male issues!"

His father's eyes snapped over to Draco, venomously daring him to make a jest of some sort. Draco felt his own eyes widen, and he remained silent, not really sure what was happening.

"It's not a big deal, Grandfather," Annie stated, patting his arm. "Just get a new owl if you're having... mail issues."

Draco's mother let out a loud snort, "No, no, love, not that sort of 'male'. Your sweater is upstairs on my desk."

"Okay." She rushed past Lucius and hurried up the stairs, and then swiftly out of sight. A rather awkward silence settled over the remaining three Malfoys, and Draco cleared his throat to break the tension.

His father looked at him, "I just-"

"I don't want to know."

"Good."

His mother let out a groan and rolled her eyes once more, leaving them for better company in the kitchen.

"This all looks delicious, Narcissa." Remus stated as a house elf placed the last dish for the evening on the table, "My compliments to the house elves..."

"Oh, don't-" Narcissa started quickly, but was cut off due to the gratified wail a nearby house elf gave him, hurrying out of the room when Lucius Malfoy shot the creature a look.

The werewolf smiled apologetically, "Sorry... We don't have them at home."

"Not a problem," the blonde woman smiled from her husband's side. "Well, let's not just sit staring... Please, help yourselves."

Remus noticed his dear wife, who was seated across from her 'new' aunt, was the first to reach out for something to eat. She was only a month and a half pregnant, but he had already noticed her appetite had grown. Thankfully things were a little less stressful, dark wizard wise. Things were still hectic, considering he was the new Minister of Magic, but they both managed. He had people working under him who were eager to take on his assignments whenever Nymphadora needed him at home. He took his job very seriously, but his marriage was a top priority.

Neither of the Lupins knew the Malfoys very well, so it came as a bit of a shock when Lucius asked if they would like to come for dinner. He didn't think the older man would follow through with his promise to have them over. It was a little awkward to get the conversation flowing at first, but the women managed to bring up some topics to discuss, and eventually it opened up doors for the men to chat. They were an intelligent pair, the Malfoys. Both were educated enough in politics and foreign affairs to keep Remus interested, though he worried they wouldn't like him. It was a strange habit that the fellow had; he always wanted to be liked. Nymphadora couldn't understand why he would worry, but it always happened.

Everything went fine during the dinner, until Narcissa said something to Nymphadora that made Lucius freeze up. Something about male issues...

Remus felt his eyes widen in understanding, and suddenly realized just how uncomfortable this dinner could turn out to be.

"Cissa!"

"Oh, dearest, just continue on chatting with Remus," Narcissa urged, brushing him off in an attempt to continue talking to his wife.

He watched the blond man's eye twitch, and with pristine patience Lucius got out, "I hardly think this is dinner conversation-"

"It's not a big deal, Lucius," she fired back, Nymphadora nodding in agreement, asking her aunt why men had such problems discussing things openly. Remus shot him a sympathetic glanced, and then took a massive gulp of his brandy.

"I mean, when Remus went through that stage-"

The man actually chocked on his drink, a little bit of it seeping through his tightly shut lips. He swallowed quickly, his eyes widening as he looked at his wife, "Dora!"

"What? It was ages ago," Nymphadora laughed, rubbing his arm lovingly. "We still have some of the medication he was prescribed if you-"

"Nymphadora, please!"

"See, I told you it was common, Lucius."

Remus looked across the table and noticed the man was staring pointedly at his food. In a moment, Remus cleared his throat, "What say we open the box of cigars I brought, eh Lucius?"

"Sounds about the perfect time," the other man replied, both of them standing at the same time and stalking out of the room. Narcissa chuckled, and Nymphadora scoffed at them, "Boys..."

Girls, Remus thought heatedly, shooting his wife a dark look over his shoulder.