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_ELEVEN_

Draco glanced around his parents' kitchen and drew in a deep breath. So far, things were going just as he'd hoped. From the masked smiles and nods he'd gotten from his family and stoic father, to the mischievous, machinating wink from Blaise, he knew they agreed with his assessment of Hermione- that she was a precious gem. Even his goddaughter Posey, who was usually bashful with strangers, a trait she clearly didn't inherit from her mother, had warmed up to her.

He knew that, for a brief moment, she had been confused as to why his family had taken so readily to her. What he'd told her hadn't been a lie. They knew the reason she was here and decorating the house he'd built was only part of it. In fact, a minor part.

"When are you going to follow the Malfoy tradition and grow your hair?"

Draco turned and smiled at his father. "I could ask you the opposite thing." Lucius Malfoy's hair was one of his most precious possession next to his family. Draco couldn't remember him ever getting his hair cut. In fact, it appeared longer than the last time he'd seen it.

"Don't hold your breath for that to happen," his father said with joking amusement in his eyes. "I love my platinum locks. The only thing I love more is your mother."

Draco leaned against the kitchen counter. His mother, sister and sister-in-law had Hermione in a corner and from their expressions he knew they were making his woman feel right at home. His "brothers" were outside trying to man the grills according to them "muggle style", he just hopped that they didn't poison anyone. And his goddaughter was playing high society tea party with her numerous dolls and teddy bears. How the boys managed to convince his parents to have a cookout to welcome him and Hermione home, was a mystery to him.

"Hermione is a nice girl, Draco. Your mother and the girls like her."

He could tell. He glanced up at his father. "And you?"

A smirk crossed Lucius lips. "I like her. Personally, anyone who could drive your godfather Severus to drink by challenging his intellect with her incessant questions and know it all ways, always secretly had my respect even back in those days."

As if she felt Draco's gaze, she glanced over in his direction and smiled. His muscles tightened in desire for her.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"After you met Mom and knew she was the woman for you, how long did it take you to convince her of it?"

"Too long."

Draco chuckled. "How long was too long?"

"A few months. Remember, I had an engagement to break off and then your mother assumed that flying professionally was her life. I had to convince her that she was sorely mistaken about that, and that I was her life."

Draco shook his head. His father was something else. Draco's family was one of the wealthiest families in Britain. The heavy fines the Ministry imposed on them for their part in the war and the private donations for rebuilding efforts didn't even dent their off shore accounts let alone their personal accounts. Oddly enough the Malfoys had made their billions not only in Wineries in partnership with the Zabinis, but also in the hotel industry for Wizards and Muggles. Draco always shook his head when he thinks about the hypocrisy of that well-hidden family titbit. The hotel where he and Hermione had lunch was part of just one of several hotel chains that Lucius put Adrian in charge of. While Blaise manage the Wineries.

When Draco was home, alongside his work in the Italian Ministry of Magic, he worked wherever he was needed. In fact, he was CEO of his own Real estate management firm, which owned and developed a vast amount of land in Italy and globally, which was run by a very efficient Theo. In his younger days he'd been well aware money was what had driven a lot of women to him. He had frustrated a number of them by being and elusive catch.

He glanced again at the group of women together and then at his father. "I guess it worked."

The elder Malfoy lifted a brow. "What worked?"

"You were able to convince Mom that you were her life."

A rare and deep smile touched his father's lips. "One kid… well four now, on the fact that Adrian is my godson and Blaise and Pansy never really left the Manor from that first playdate all those years ago, and one granddaughter later, what can I say?"

A smile just as deep touched Draco's lips. "You can say that in the end Mom became your life as well. Because I think it's obvious that she has."

"You're right… I wouldn't worry son, Hermione is just destined to be yours. After all when a girl punches a boy in the face, she'd just expressing her deep admiration for him that's just waiting to blossom into love," Lucius said teasingly to Draco who just groaned in response.