A/N: Thank you all for your interest in this story! I have been overjoyed seeing the favorites, follows, and reviews and to see your enthusiasm! Let's keep it going, shall we?

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"Mama…" Narcissa's sweet little voice trailed off as they walked into the Pére-Lachaise cemetery in the middle of the afternoon. Hermione held her daughter on her hip, struggling now that she was quite a bit heavier than she was as a baby, and walked with her to the grave she knew well. When they arrived, Hermione set Narcissa down in front of the headstone of the woman she was named after and handed her child the small pink rose that they had picked up from a street vendor on the way. Hermione helped Narcissa lay the flower in front of the gravestone of Narcissa Malfoy neé Black and they stood there for a long moment.

"I miss you," Hermione said softly to the grave, "It's Cissa's first birthday and I can't believe how big she is," she smiled down at her likeness, holding Narcissa's hand as she stood and wobbled a bit in her tiny dress shoes, "Sirius sends all of his love and I really wish you could be here sometimes…to tell me what to do. It's so hard…"

"Mama no cry!" Narcissa looked up at Hermione with wide eyes and she took her immediately up into her arms, sobbing onto her little girl. She was amazed at the blessing of her, and how she was already so smart. Her first semi-coherent sentence shocked her, that it would be on today of all days, but it was just what she needed to hear. She rocked her in her arms, said a silent goodbye to Narcissa's grave, and they walked back home together.

Hermione thought it was only right to visit the woman who was like a mother to her on Narcissa's first birthday, even though she went and had private conversations with her at least once a week. She hoped, wherever Narcissa was, that she could see their little family and was happy for it.

Because Hermione had sobbed all over Narcissa's lacy dress, Fleur took the child out of her arms the second they came home and changed her into another dress for the party. Sirius was sitting in the drawing room with a cigar and a smile on his face, dressed up nicely for the occasion.

"Come here love," he motioned to her, putting his cigar in the ashtray and beckoning her over with his arms outstretched. Even in her nice dress, Hermione gathered herself up onto his lap, a pile of petticoats and soft silk, and snuggled into her husband's chest.

"I miss her."

"We all miss her."

"I don't feel like I am a good mother, Sirius. I don't know if what Cissa is doing is alright…I…" Hermione was beside herself with worry.

"You are an amazing mother and I never want to hear you say such a thing again, do you understand?" Sirius ordered her with a faux look of sternness that made her giggle when he titled her chin up so that he could look her in the eye, "When Dora gets here, the pair of you can commiserate."

The knocker sounded against the door mere seconds after his statement and Sirius couldn't have looked more pleased with himself for his timing, helping Hermione out of his lap, but not before sneaking a feel of her breasts pushed tight against her corset.

Luna Lovegood walked into the room helping Minerva carry a delicious looking birthday cake and they set it on the sideboard in the adjacent dining room. Hermione saw her sneak a glance at her now husband as he answered the door. She now lived at the manor with Neville in a bigger room, along with Fleur and Minerva and everyone thought they made a wonderful pair.

"Mr. and Mrs. Snape, very nice to see you," Neville said excitedly, trying to remember his duties as a butler even though Sirius had become much more lax with formalities and they were all such good friends it hardly mattered. Yet still Neville took Severus' top hat and Dora's coat before ushering them in.

Hermione rushed Dora in a less than graceful hug, nearly squishing her six-month old in the process. Sirius extracted the little boy, his godson, and held him while the two women embraced for a long time. He turned his attention to Severus, giving his now dear friend a smile.

"Where is the little princess?" Severus asked, looking around and not finding the little girl who had stolen his heart along with everyone else's the day she was born. Even though he had his son, Severus had a soft spot the Seine wide for Narcissa.

"I am sure Fleur is preening the poor child half to death," Sirius laughed and hugged the little boy close to him, stroking his baby fine black hair on the top of his head. However, he hardly had a moment alone with his godson before Hermione snatched him away.

"Henri Laurent how I have missed you!" Hermione rubbed noses with the happy baby boy as Dora watched on. He had the disposition of his mother and everyone was grateful for that. He smiled and grabbed for Hermione's curls.

"It's only been a few weeks Hermione, I wouldn't miss him. I barely sleep!" Dora sighed.

"You barely sleep for other reasons," Snape managed to throw in lasciviously and she blushed.

"At it again already, my my dear cousin you are going to have yourself a whole army!" Sirius laughed but was almost knocked over when he felt something hit hard against his legs.

"Oops!" Fleur shrugged and he looked down to see his daughter clutching at his legs for balance as Fleur had let her go walking on her own. He scooped her up and handed her to Severus, as he could tell he was dying to hold her.

"Happy birthday sweetheart," he smiled at her in his low, cool, drawl. Narcissa grinned and although both men knew she would not remember her first birthday, or the next few to come, they were glad for the happy memories all the same and the chance to be together under wonderful circumstances.

"Sev!" Narcissa gurgled, and Fleur clapped her hands together excitedly.

"It worked! Ah, such a good little girl," she swooped in and kissed Narcissa on the forehead and Severus looked about to melt.

"Alright, alright, enough charming young lady. You are only one and already you have them wrapped around your finger," Sirius shook his head, shuddering to think of what she was going to be like at 16, and then quickly placed that horrifying thought out of his mind. Minerva bustled around, practically begging Dora to sit down and get off her feet, and she took Henri in her arms so that his mother could have a moments reprieve with friends. The four sat down and Fleur, Minerva, Narcissa, and Henri sat off to the side on the floor, playing. Narcissa was already fascinated with Henri and always wanted to be near the little boy. Hermione found it positively endearing, always joking with Dora that they were a match made in heaven already.

"It's the Potters!" Neville's excited voice was heard from the foyer and Hermione was up in an instant, running towards Ginny and hugging her hard. Sirius embraced Harry and they quickly fell into a conversation about their unborn baby. Hermione felt Ginny's small bump with a smile on her face and remarked that the red-head was glowing beautifully from the pregnancy.

"I feel awful though, Harry says it will pass but I think it is getting worse…" Ginny said with just a trace of fear in her eyes as she sat down in the armchair next to Dora's, "I don't know how you both did it. I'm frightened."

"It's worth it," Hermione smiled, glancing over at her little angel in Fleur's arms.

"On most days," Dora amended with a smirk.

Ron, George, and Fred were next to arrive and were eager to give hugs and kisses to the birthday girl. Narcissa loved any Weasley that came within a five foot radius of her and she seemed to know of their presence as well, squealing loudly when they were around. Fred and George still worked on Sirius' finances, and had plenty to do now that he was publishing again to wonderful success, but they were also talking about starting their own business soon and were very excited about the prospect. They lived together in a little townhouse near the manor and often popped by unexpectedly for tea, which Narcissa loved to no end. Ron's painting career was exceedingly prosperous, even more so than Harry's (which was of no mind to the green-eyed man, as he was much too content with his wife and baby on the way) and he traveled often, making friends with artists all over. Hermione was glad that he looked well and vowed to get him alone to question if a pretty girl had come into his life.

Andromeda Black was next to arrive with Pansy Parkinson, who she had taken in as her ward now that her house was vacated of Bellatrix and Pansy immediately gravitated towards Fleur to play with the two children. Their relationship had flourished, but only did so behind closed doors and with family and friends, and their moments together were precious to all who watched and accepted. Andromeda was happy to see her daughter, even though they saw each other on most days now, and was eager to talk to Ginny about her pregnancy.

Hermione had of course extended the invitation to Remus Lupin but her and Sirius' contact with him since Narcissa's death had been off and on. Some months were better than others, and although he was a part of baby Narcissa's life, it wasn't as often or in the same capacity as the Snapes or the Potters. Hermione knew it was still hard for him and he had buried himself in his work for nearly the last two years since her death, but she still wanted him around. Even though he shared a place with Ron, he admitted to hardly ever seeing Remus when he was working and as a result, Remus had gone on to be the darling of the Académie des Beaux-Arts. Everyone was happy for him, but they missed his gentle presence.

Therefore, the whole of the crowded drawing room was surprised when there was a final knock on the door and Neville appeared a few moments later with Remus in tow.

"Sorry I'm late," he apologized but it didn't matter to anyone. They were all happy that he looked to be in good spirits and wasn't as skinny as he was a few months prior.

"How are you?" Sirius whispered into his friend's ear when they embraced. He would have never pictured himself best friends with the man who had once loved his wife, but he cared for him so deeply, as he did for Severus, another surprise on the same front.

"Getting by," Remus replied, a little bit of emotion welling up in his voice as he let go of Sirius and moved to crouch down to where Henri and Narcissa were playing. He patted the little boy on the head gently and with a little coaxing, drew Narcissa into a birthday hug. Hermione was sure she wasn't the only one who noticed the tear streak down his face as he did so, but no one mentioned it.

After some general catching up, Minerva ushered them into the dining room and all of the adults took a seat around the polished cherry wood table as Neville and Luna took Narcissa and Henri to eat at a smaller table and keep them occupied as Fleur and Minerva served dinner. Although Hermione and Dora kept sneaking anxious looks at their babies, they were thankful for the moment to have a normal conversation that didn't center on child-rearing.

"Did any of you see the article on Bellatrix in the paper today?" George asked, glancing around the table after a bite of the delicious roast cooked up for the occasion. Besides Andromeda blanching, there was general ignorance to said article, as most of them had taken to not reading the paper after the terrible events that had taken place just up the street almost two years ago.

"What did it say?" Severus drawled.

"It just came out that she had a baby in prison. He's almost one now, and no one knew about it. Apparently they let her keep him until he was weaned off of her to try and show they weren't complete barbarians, but they are sending the child to an orphanage next week," George repeated the highlights of the article.

"Whose baby would she have had?" Ginny gasped in disgust. The thought of Bellatrix was enough to make any one at the table lose their appetite.

"Whose do you think, Gin…" Dora said coldly. It was on the tips of all of their tongues. Tom Riddle's baby.

He had been given a life sentence and she a 35 year one, so it was pretty obvious that neither would make it out so see their child, at least until Bellatrix was very old. But what was odd was the fact that this news was just coming to light.

"But why tell us all now?" Sirius wondered out loud, "Daft papers".

"I don't know, she's the only woman at Saint-Lazaré and I don't think they knew what to do with her in such a predicament," Fred chimed in, shrugging.

"Well, I hope we will be a happier little boy than his parents, and much less evil," Hermione raised her glass.

"Cheers to that, and Narcissa's birthday of course!" Harry finished the toast and there was happy clinking all around.

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It was a little bit after midnight when everyone was gone from the manor. Narcissa had enjoyed getting cake all over her adorable face and had loved her presents (a stuffed rabbit from Severus and Dora, a collection of fairytales from Ginny and Harry, soft sweets and a doll from the Weasley boys, and a miniature play painting toy set from Remus). There was no overstaying of welcomes in the manor, as Sirius and Hermione wanted their friends around for as long as possible, but eventually Narcissa and Henri were very grumpy from being kept up so late and everyone trickled out, full of food, good wine, and happy from the evening together.

When Narcissa was fed from Hermione and put to bed, Sirius suggested she have a bath. As she sat in the warm water in the large master bath that could have held four people, she realized what good ideas her husband was full of. She laid her head back on the cool marble of the rim of the tub and closed her eyes, letting the sudsy water ebb and flow over her curves with each rise and fall of her chest. When water suddenly splashed up her neck and face, Hermione opened her eyes to see Sirius stepping into the tub, naked as the day he was born.

"You don't mind if I join you, do you?" he asked with a smirk and although she blushed at the sight of his body, she nodded with a grin of her own. He sighed as he submerged himself in the warm water and sunk all the way down until everything but the top of his head was covered. He emerged with a cheeky grin a second later and ran his hand over his wet face.

"Such a child," Hermione teased him as he made his way closer to her, finally maneuvering himself next to her against the edge of the tub.

"I think you are going to want to take that back in a second," his voice reached the seductively low pitch that meant he was up to no good and her belly clenched in anticipation when his fingers were suddenly running back and forth on her upper thigh. If she was tired a moment ago, she wasn't anymore.

She enjoyed his touches under the water, making his cock grow with each little moan that passed from her mouth and the way her eyes fluttered closed every once in a while when the teasing became a little too much to bear.

When he dipped his skilled fingers down into her folds she reached out desperately for his cock, grabbing it at the base and stroking it up and down, the water now splashing slightly over the edges of the tub when she moved quickly to straddle him.

Sirius was slack-jawed for a moment as he looked at his wife's naked body, her chest now uncovered by the bubbles in the water and he reached up to cup her slick breasts in near reverence. She watched him with a satisfied smile, always pleased when he seemed just as in awe of her as she was him and none too gently grinded herself against his lap.

"Look at you, you little minx. Going to be the death of me," he managed to get out between a sharp gasp of pleasure that came when she allowed just the tip of him inside of her.

"You started it," she bit her lip and flushed.

"That's right, I did. And I'm going to finish it."

A/N: Sorry to leave you all there, but I thought that was a nice little finish. Go on and use your imagination for the rest because I promise you that you won't be deprived of their intimate moments in the future! I would love a review! Thank you for reading.