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A/n Not abandoned, RL too busy. Working on my own work, but will finish open stories as long as there is interest. Thanks to all the readers and reviewers. To those who celebrate easter, have a nice one.

Lucius Confession

When Blaise left, Draco brought her face to his, "Where were we?"

Before he could kiss her, she said, "Taking a bath, I could use one. What do you say?" She nuzzled his neck.

He pulled his wand, and they Apparated in their bathroom. "I say it is a great idea." He started taking his clothes off. He was no longer tired.

Except that they were tired and both fell asleep in the tub. Luala had more tricks that she let anyone know. She put her head under Hermione, easily sliding the witch on her back, appeared in the room, and laid her on the bed, then she repeated the feat with Draco. She blew on them and dried them, pull the deck over them; then she lay on her mommy's side, very close to her body, and went to sleep.

Her mommy had the promise of new life on her, she saw several waiting to come back; they needed to wait. She pawed at them, and they laughed, but not too loud, what they saw was difficult to believe, Laula wasn't all she looked on the outside. Besides that, she could stop anyone from coming into her womb; they had felt a wall when she pawed at them. That was problematic.

They slept until noon. Lucius arrived and asked for Draco. Draco was the first to wake up and wondered how they got to bed. He remembered sitting, waiting for Hermione, and now he was here on their bed. Never mind, he thought, then looked under the deck and grinned.

Hermione was on her side, she was also naked. He liked her slender back, and how it curved. He bent to kiss her bum, and bit it lightly. He sighed with regret, pulled his wand, and was ready quickly.

Lucius looked well. "Son, we need to talk. Euclides is still around. We can either look for him or be aware and on guard. Of course, there is a problem, Astoria is enough of an idiot that she might talk to him. Perhaps her sister will help?"

"Great idea, Daphne is staying with Greg's family, her stepmother hasn't been nice with Daphne since she is friends with my wife." Draco liked saying, my wife. "But let me alert her that I am going out."

Draco walked to his father and patted his upper arm. "Father, about mother…"

Lucius hushed him, "Son, there is a lot that I can forgive, but to betray me with my uncle, is too much. Plus attempting against your wife who saved her, is just not done."

"Father but you love her, and we can forgive those we love." Draco couldn't stand seeing his father's betrayed face.

"Ah my dear son, that is the crux of the problem. I was in a contract, I didn't love her, but The Dark Lord wanted the union. What Bella wanted she got, and she wanted Narcissa to have what she wanted, and that was me. You must know that I wasn't unhappy, I learned to be content, but not to love her; you see, my heart was already taken."

Draco was surprised, to say the least. "Who was she?"

"That is a good question, one that has no answer, because I never learned her true identity. I will tell you what happened. For my 26th birthday, I went to stay with the Lestrange. They had a big birthday party for me, only us wizards. We drank a little too much and decided to go to the nearby Muggle city to eat, so we dressed accordingly. The Lestrange family, as you know, has an extensive collection of Muggle cars. We drove in several cars, there were too many of us for one car, besides at the last minute some witches joined us, cousins and friends of Rodolphus.

I went in a car with Yaxley, and the young ones, Rabastan, Severus and Henri, who was also there. The night was foggy, and we must have taken a wrong turn because we were lost. Soon we saw a small palace; the lights were on; it appeared as if there were having a big party. Yaxley proposed we went in, so we did. We were welcomed like…" Lucius stopped, "son, let's sit, you might not like what I am about to tell you."

Unseen others were listening. Sirius was one of them, "I have waited for this revelation for a long time," he said, but they couldn't hear him.

"Please continue," Draco asked sounding stressed.

Lucius stood up and poured a glass of Firewhiskey for himself. Though it was early, Draco said nothing. Lucius took a long sip and grimaced.

"Hmm, ah...It seemed as if they waited for us. The couple who owned the house came to the door to greet us. They knew my name, but we were all a bit drunk and made nothing out of it. This is the strange part, the guests were peculiar, they weren't Muggles, but they were neither like us. We thought they were dressed for a costume party, so we joined the fun. I was introduced to the daughter of the house, she was beautiful. I think that I fell in love." Lucius had a faraway look.

"Where is she now? What is her name? Why didn't you tell your father that you loved her…" Draco asked.

"Stop right there and let me finish my story. But to answer your questions: I still don't know her name since I never learned it; and if I did, I don't remember it. As to where she is now, I have no idea. Exactly, the night was confusing, to say the least. I only remember pieces." He seemed wistful.

"I only know that I went into her room and, err, I slept with her and fell in love. When I woke up in the morning, I was with my friends in the car. The car was on a side road; it seemed that we slept in the car. Neither one of them remembered the party or the people, but I know that I was there. When I told them, they started laughing and thought I was crazy. According to them, we were so drunk that we just stopped on the side of the road and fell asleep." Lucius closed his eyes and stopped to drink.

"I told them over and over it was the truth. Later, when I looked at my wrist, see here?" He uncovered his arm, "I had a mark next to the Dark Mark. As you can see it is oddly shaped, and it hides at times. It also glows and does other strange things. This band that I wear on my ring finger is not mine, it doesn't come off." He showed Draco.

"For the days I went back to the place, or better said, to the place where the palace stood, but there was only a forest. Nothing else happened, and I never saw her again. I married two weeks later."

Draco sat next to him, he knew that this wasn't all.

"There is more, your mother got pregnant right away, in reality, she was already pregnant. Sadly the child wasn't mine as I found out later. I think that ha Malfoy. What I know is that the baby died that night, but your mother had not seen the baby; the birth was difficult, and she was given a sleeping potion. Later that night, Mipsy came to wake me up, she had a bundle, a tiny baby. She said that she heard the Floo, and there…you were, a precious tiny Malfoy baby. It was Mipsy's idea, the one to replace the dead baby with you. My father agreed, he already knew the story and believed me." Lucius concluded.

"Are you saying that I'm not Narcissa Black's baby, that I am not a Black?" Draco asked.

"I never said that; as a matter of fact, you also have a Black core; whoever she was, she was a Black, or partly one."

"Wow, are you drunk, is this a joke?" Draco grinned.

"No it isn't; it is the truth ask Muctis, you are my son. Your mother has never found out, she loves you."

Draco was speechless. "Why?"

"No idea, but holding you in my arms was the best thing ever. While I don't think I will ever see my lover again, so it doesn't matter, I am not willing to stay with your mother. I don't trust her. Moreover, I think that she will never forgive your wife since she blames her for Bella's death. Besides, I cannot forget that she has betrayed me more than once. Maybe, it is true that some of the Black are damaged."

"Father, this is a good time to tell you about Hermione," Draco told him about what Muctis and he had found. "I wonder if this is all related."

"I don't know because as far as we can see you are human." Lucius ascertained.

They hadn't seen Hermione standing by the door. She looked hurt. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I assumed your parents didn't want anyone to know, maybe they were protecting you." He told her about when they found out. "Goyle is related to you. What we need, is to get the one in the painting to come out again. We should go there. We were going anyway. Please forgive me, I was trying to protect you." He stood up and hugged her. She held on to him.

"Thanks, but in the future, you need to trust me. Tell me again what you saw because I don't feel anything. When are we going?"

Luala sat next to Draco, a new one; she put a paw on him.

Lucius had an idea, "In all these years it never occurred to me, wait."

Lucius left and came back with Drexel. He had told him a short version of his story.

Drexel put his hands on Draco, his face showed wonder. "Your mother isn't Mrs. Malfoy, but my Lord is your father. Your mother is a distant cousin of Mrs. Malfoy, your mother, but your birth mother is one of the hidden ones. It us. We knew about them, but never met one."

"The hidden?" Draco asked.

"Yes, they are like us, not from here, but nobody knows much about them. Occasionally they have children with mortals, for specific reasons. Let me consult our books."

"Can you look at me?" Hermione asked, her voice was thin.

Drexel made a face. "I shouldn't. Let me call my brother."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Because I already accessed your husband, and my defenses are down." He appeared flustered, "I could become attached to you, and, my lady, you are married."

Lucius looked mischievous, he had never seen the brothers lose control. It was enjoyable. "What do you mean by attached?"

Braxtar was at the door, Drexel was relieved. "Attached, like he'd be linked with her. It is difficult to explain." Braxtar explained and looked at Hermione with interest. "May I?"

When he placed his large hands with black nails on her shoulders, he exclaimed and went on his knee, "My Lady, I and my brothers are here to serve you." He looked at his brother and said something in a foreign language, and Drexel also went on one knee.

Draco and Lucius looked at each other and then looked at Hermione, who didn't know what to say.