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A/N:- A big thank you to my beta, Golden Asp, for her work on this chapter, and also to everyone who is enjoying it. Although, we've technically come to the end of the story, I've decided to round it off with one more chapter after this one, just to cement their happiness. Please enjoy.

Chapter Fourteen - Happily Ever After

Hermione and Lucius left for their continental honeymoon right on midnight. They were whisked off by their Portkey to Venice from a private room where only their bridal party were present after the traditional send off by the rest of their guests.

Well, it should be said, their bridal party plus one Italian aristocrat who had been invited into the private room with the rest of the party because Ginny would not part with him, but no one seemed to care. He had always been accepted as an unofficial member of the party anyway.

As soon as Lucius and Hermione were gone, Draco excused himself too. "I want to check on Tori," he said. Astoria was still in St. Mungos on complete bed rest, but it seemed to be working as she was not having contractions anymore, and every day they could gain meant a stronger healthier baby so it was worth it.

Once Draco was gone, and of course Ginny was being partnered by Blaise, that left Camille and Harry without a partner, and Severus suggested that they should pair up.

Lenore shook her head as she watched the two eyeing one another shyly. "That's it?" she asked him as he turned her to escort her back into the reception. "That's how you help him?"

Severus arched a raven eyebrow at his wife. "They're not children, Lenore," he said.

"No, but they're just as clueless," Lenore countered. "How he ever got on with the Lovegood girl, I'll never know," she muttered as they walked.

Clasping his wife closer, Severus chuckled and leaned in as he said, "Lovegood was always a very forward girl. I suspect she wore the pants, and remember, this girl's family must make the move." Then he smirked at Lenore. "I've seen both her grandfather and father watching all night. Don't worry, we will serve Hermione's friend's best interests, we just have to wait for Arcturus to make his move."

"Oh," Lenore replied. "I'm sorry, Sev."

Severus slid his hand down over Lenore's backside, and slipped it between her legs from behind. "You'll keep, my darling," he whispered, as he rubbed her pussy lightly. He chuckled when he heard her groan softly. "You like that, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Sev," and she slid her arms around his neck and leant into him. "I wish we could leave now," she moaned softly, opening her stance slightly before her lips landed on his. They were in a quiet corner in the shadows, but still in public.

Glancing around, Severus withdrew his hand to a more discreet position, and chuckled into their kiss. "That might be closer than you think. Look," he replied, breaking the kiss and nodding in the direction of Harry Potter.

"Were you kissing me with one eye open?" Lenore asked.

"Both eyes actually, dearest."

"Severus," she scolded, but his eyes were on Arcturus and Boris Malfoy as they approached Harry and Camille.

Boris Malfoy had indeed been watching his youngest daughter with Harry Potter, and he realised what was going on, so together with his father they approached the young man as he escorted Camille back into the room.

Harry saw them coming, and he instantly decided that Arcturus Malfoy was every bit as intimidating as had always suspected that Abraxas Malfoy would have been, and as he saw him approaching him along with Camille's father Boris, he had to say that his Gryffindor courage was sorely put to the test.

However, then something very strange happened; Lenore and Severus arrived at his side, and Harry watched as Lenore encouraged Camille away.

"Ginny and I thought it might be best to plan out Hermione's homecoming now, while we're still all together."

Camille smiled. She was a young lady of few words. She had enjoyed her time as bridesmaid, and she was sad to see it ending. She'd come to like Hermione, Lenore, and Ginny, even her cousin's wife Astoria had been pleasant to her, and as she excused herself from Harry—even though she'd wanted to stay with him—she nodded her understanding that it would indeed be good to organise the bridesmaid's reception now.

"Excuse me, Harry," and she looked to the other men. "Grandfather… Father… Professor Snape," she acknowledged and then turned to Lenore.

Even though she was seventeen, Camille's parents had not made a marriage arrangement for her yet. In fact, her father had point blank refused to make such an arrangement on either of his daughters when they'd been younger. Her older sister Octavia was still on her honeymoon after wedding a professor from the university where she worked, and it had been a love match.

Her parents had told Camille that they would allow her input into her betrothal as they had watched too many witches perish in arranged marriages, as well as young wizards become locked into loveless existences. This view had been too progressive for wizarding England at the time, which was another reason why they'd left its shores when Voldemort had risen once more, and they had genuinely despaired for the future of the wizarding community.

Camille glanced over her shoulder to see the men in deep discussion, and she hoped that Professor Snape could broker her a chance with Harry, and that she would not lose him from her life. He had been the best thing about being a bridesmaid, even though it had at first only been heartache. You see, she'd fallen for him the moment she'd laid eyes on him, but he'd been attached to another witch when she'd met him, a witch Camille believed was not worthy of him. She'd been a strange little creature, but Camille had been unable to dislike her; the woman had a strange effect on people, and she sighed.

xox

Venice was where their honeymoon was to begin, and Lucius carried Hermione into the bedroom of their villa overlooking The Grand Canal. He lay her on their bed and she sighed.

Her arms wound up around his neck and she pulled herself up and kissed him. "Thank you, I think I'm a little tipsy," she groaned, as she felt the room spinning slightly. Her eyes were caught in his. "Can you undress me, please?" she asked, a cheeky smile tugging at her lips, as she kicked her shoes off.

Reaching up and unwinding her arms from his neck, he chuckled. "Well, I do so enjoy undressing you, pet." He crawled onto the bed to straddle her and slowly peppered her face with kisses as he lay her arms above her head. "I love you."

She smiled lazily. "I love you too," she whispered.

He moved from over her to beside her. "Then roll over so I can undo this dress."

She giggled and rolled away from him, her veil twisting around her as she did.

He started kissing her back as he lowered the zip on her dress. "Do you know," he told her, "that I've been planning this moment ever since we walked out of the church today?"

She snickered, and then flexed as his tongue slid down her backbone. "It wouldn't surprise me," she murmured.

He chuckled decadently. "You're getting to know me better, pet."

She rolled back over, tangling her veil more, and this time it pulled her hair. "Ouch," she grumbled, and slipped her arms out of her loosened dress she started to relieve herself of the burden of it. She remembered Lenore telling her where she was putting the pins that held it in place while she was putting them there, but Hermione was having trouble finding them now.

Lucius managed to relieve her of her dress, as well as its copious tulle petticoats, and then his attention was taken by his almost naked wife. His hands made short work of her strapless bra, and he straddled her prone form once more kissing her breasts as she finally managed to remove the veil and headpiece.

"Ahh," she sighed, continuing to remove the pins from her hair and giving her head a comforting massage when all the pins were gone.

By the time she had all of this done, Lucius had his tongue in her belly button, and this made her giggle. Then his hands were removing her lace knickers, and all she was wearing were her white stockings.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes drinking in her body as his hands caressed her.

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed as Lucius started rubbing between her legs with his flat hand while his tongue delved in and out of her belly-button. The only thing she did was open her legs wider to savour the sensation of his hand on her.

"That nice?" his voice rumbled from against her stomach.

"Mmm," she moaned, threading her fingers lazily through his hair. "More," she demanded. She felt him smile against her skin and then his fingers curl around and enter her.

Soon his mouth joined them, and started licking and suckling as his hand worked on bringing her pleasure.

She'd been so wound up from being parted from him the night before, and the romance of this day, that it didn't take her long to shudder almost soundlessly into her climax.

"That's my, pet," he crooned, placing open-mouthed kisses against her intimate flesh as his tongue lapped at her nectar. "Would you like me fuck you now?" he asked, his breath sending aftershocks through her still very excited sex.

"Yes, please," Hermione sighed, and she smiled as she felt the bed dip as he moved off it, and then the sound of him removing his clothes. She was too content to open her eyes, but her hands started straying over her body, caressing her breasts and then skimming over her stomach, down her thighs and back up to ghost over the wet flesh at their apex. She moaned softly as she teased herself for his pleasure; she knew that his eyes were on her as he disrobed.

Finally, her eyes opened lazily as Lucius climbed back onto the bed. She saw him pick something up from her side and she realised as he draped it over her stomach that was the strand of pearls that she'd been wearing around her neck.

He smiled wickedly as he moved them over her belly, sweeping them teasingly over her flesh. "That's a girl, keep rubbing yourself," and he moved the pearls back and forth over her mons until they were caught by her teasing hand and pushed between it and the object of her teasing.

As soon as the first hard nub met her clit it sent a delicious shockwave through her, and she eagerly took more beads under her hand.

"That's it," Lucius encouraged, watching the beads disappearing under her hand as she started rubbing herself with them.

Then this wasn't enough, and she lifted one hip slightly and brought one hand down behind her, and capturing one end of the strand in each hand she started pulling the beads back and forth through the slippery flesh.

"This is the loveliest they've ever looked," Lucius commented, watching eagerly.

She worked herself until she had come once more, and she smiled sweetly as she then took the saturated beads and wound them around his cock. "Come here," she said.

He moved forward and she took him into her mouth as she gently moved the beads back and forth around his girth.

However, as much as he was enjoying this game, Lucius had other plans. He wanted to be inside his wife, and he deftly shifted himself into position, pulling out of her mouth, but leaving the beads in place as he started sliding into her.

The pearls soon fell away, and he occupied himself with happily thrusting into her. He had taught her to be very playful, but out of everything, he still loved being buried inside her the most, and he revelled in it now. "I love you," he murmured, his mouth finding hers once more as she answered him, and he started kissing her, his tongue moving in and out of her mouth in time with his other thrusts.

They came together moments later, the day reaching its pinnacle as they climaxed together, and they could not have been happier as they fell into a sated slumber entwined together.

xox

Hermione and Lucius were lazing in their decadent bed in Paris when they received word that Scorpius Draco Malfoy had entered the world only five weeks early. The raven delivered message from Severus said that both mother and baby were still in St. Mungos, and both were doing well.

Lucius tolerated this interruption to their privacy, having asked Severus to keep them informed of the impending birth. He rose from the bed to answer before coming back to Hermione, who was tangled in the silk sheets after their last bout of lovemaking, watching him with eager eyes as she waited for his return.

However, as she lay there, life started to intrude on her thoughts, and she propped herself up on the pillows. They were due home the day after tomorrow, and they had not yet discussed what might happen when they returned, but this innocent message from home had brought Hermione to think on these exact things.

By the time Lucius had joined her once more her lip had slipped between her teeth as she thought about things, and she was wearing an expression of consternation on her face.

"What's the matter?" he asked, seeing her mood change.

"I know we've sort of discussed what I might do once we're home, but I've been deliberately not thinking about it. Lucius, I love having you with me all the time."

"I'm happy to hear that, pet, but tell me, what do you want to do? Just tell me and I'll make it happen."

Hermione was well aware that it was that simple for him, he knew exactly how to make things happen, and she snuggled into his side as she started talking. "I love working at the archive, but I'm not certain that I wish to keep working fulltime now… I would like to be with you now I do not need to work full time to keep body and soul together."

"You do not need to work at all if you do not wish to," Lucius replied, kissing her temple. "I would like you with me as much as possible."

"I would love to be with you, and anyway I'm afraid that things will be changing at the archive soon."

"Why do you think that, love?"

"Lenore told me recently that Astoria's pregnancy has made her quite clucky. Now, I do not know what Severus' thoughts on that are, but I believe Lenore means to become pregnant soon."

"Strange as it may seem, Severus and I had a similar conversation recently," Lucius admitted, chuckling.

"And he was in favour of the idea?" Hermione asked, glancing up at Lucius' face to see him smiling softly at her.

"Yes, he was."

This made Hermione wonder about her and Lucius. Would he ever want more children? Her lip slipped back between her teeth as she asked, "What about you, would you ever want a second child?"

He smiled at her. "Perhaps two."

"Two?" Hermione replied, blinking. "That would be lovely."

"I take it you're in favour of the idea?"

"Yes, but I'd like to enjoy just having you to myself for a while first."

"Yes, I believe I might like that too," and as he said it, his hand slipped down between her legs. "Now, where were we before the raven arrived?"

"I think you were about to examine me up close," Hermione replied.

"Ah yes, that's right," he said smoothly, his lip twitching a smile as he slid down to a prone position. "Have the goodness to place yourself in the appropriate position, pet."

Hermione giggled and carefully arranged herself over his mouth, her knees either side of his head.

"Ah, yes," he murmured, his breath tickling her.

She giggled, but moaned when his hands came up and opened her intimate flesh up to his eager eyes.

His tongue swept the length of her once before he said, "Yes, still just as stunning a view as it was last time I was here," and he set about pleasuring her without another word.

xox

Lucius and Hermione arrived home from their honeymoon, and were greeted by Severus and Lenore, Harry and Camille, Blaise and Ginny, and Draco and Astoria, who also had with them the newest member of the Malfoy family.

Hermione watched Lucius accepting his grandson into his arms with a smile on his face. "The future of our family is secure for one more generation," he announced.

Hermione already understood that Draco was Lucius' heir, and that now Scorpius was his heir. Any children that they may have would be very welcome, but would not have the control that Draco would one day have, but she had accepted this happily.

She knew that Lucius would do the right thing by their family, and she was now looking forward to spending as many of her days with him as possible. She glanced at Lenore, and wondered how she was going to tell her that she'd decided to partially retire.

"So," she said, flopping down next to Lenore as soon as they'd finished cooing over Scorpius, "Harry and Camille are betrothed?"

Lenore smiled. "Yes, Severus acted as the marriage broker, and it was settled just after you left for your honeymoon."

"Are her family back in England now?"

"No, I believe that she's currently living with Draco and Astoria while her family arrange their move home," Lenore commented.

Hermione watched Camille and Ginny now coming back into the room. They'd obviously left Astoria to settle her baby alone. She looked on as the two younger witches approached their fiancés. "They both look blissfully happy," she commented, sighing.

Lenore chuckled. "You're just too loved up."

Hermione giggled. "Guilty," and she cast an adoring look at Lucius. "He's just perfect," and she sighed again.

"Yes, I know how you feel," Lenore responded, watching Severus talking with the rest of the men.

"Married life is wonderful," Hermione said.

Lenore smiled. "I'm so happy for you. See I told you that this would work."

"Yes, you did. Thank you," Hermione commented. It seemed like such a world ago that she'd had so many doubts about everything.

They both watched their husbands for some moments, before Hermione asked, "Anything exciting happening at work while I was away?"

"The new funding budget came in for the year, and it allows us to take on an apprentice," Lenore stated.

"Really," Hermione replied. "That may be fortuitous," she took a deep breath to continue, but Lenore cut in before she'd had a chance.

"You're not, are you?" Lenore whispered excitedly.

Hermione smiled and leant in close. "No, not yet. I want Lucius all to myself for a while."

Lenore grinned in response. "Yes, I remember that phase," then she smiled. "I think we're still very much in it, but as you know we've been trying, using fertility charms even."

"Which one?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Artemis' prayer."

"Do you think it's worked?"

"It's too early to tell, but I think it has."

"Oh, Lenore, that's amazing," but then her lip slipped between her teeth. "But I was planning to partly retire from work. You'll need me to stay now, won't you?"

"Hermione, I'd already worked out that you were unlikely to stay on fulltime," and she laughed softly. "I had even wondered if you'd retire entirely now that you're married to the richest wizard in England."

"You w-were?" Hermione stuttered.

Lenore smiled. "I've got plans in place, love. You do what you want," she stated, patting Hermione's knee softly.

"I was hoping to only work two days a week, but can we see how it goes?"

"Certainly," Lenore agreed, but then they saw the remainder of the woman approaching chatting happily and they changed the subject.

xox

As it turned out, Lenore had already been pregnant at the wedding, and she discovered—three days later—that she'd been already over one month along when she'd had the conversation with Hermione the day before.

This development made Hermione falter badly in her resolve to just have Lucius to herself.

"It would be nice for our children to be in the same year, wouldn't it?" she commented to Lucius, after she'd thought about it for some days.

"Our children?" Lucius questioned, looking up from his evening paper. "Oh, you mean our children and Severus and Lenore's."

"Yes," he agreed. "That would be nice." He watched her coming towards him and he allowed her to take the place of his paper, and sit herself in his lap. He gave her a kiss and then said, "I am not against making our son now, if you wish to."

Hermione looked at him earnestly, and nodded. "But first, will you tell me exactly why you're ruling out a daughter? Why you told me that there has not been a female child born on your father's side for over four hundred years?"

Lucius sighed. "Many generations ago, one of my forefather's upset a warlock, and he pronounced that from that day forward no Malfoy male would know the tender love that exists between a father and his daughter."

"That's a strange kind of curse," Hermione replied.

"Yes, it does seem like folly, doesn't it, but nevertheless… it has robbed every male since then of producing anything but male children. It has no doubt saved us countless galleons in dowries and weddings, and some, like my cousin Boris have taken matters into their own hands, adopting witchlings from orphanages when they could not have children of their own."

"Were there any conditions on the curse?" Hermione asked, already fascinated by this conundrum despite herself.

"I am unaware of any," Lucius answered, loving the sparkle of interest in her eyes, he fancied that he could already see the resolve in her eyes to have a female child, and oh how he hoped that it was possible.

"Then we'll just have to visualise it and break the curse ourselves," she proclaimed, grasping him around the neck and apparating them to their bedroom.

Without thinking she removed their clothing and impaled herself on him in one smooth movement, her arms still around his neck now being used as leverage as she started rising and falling over him whispering the fertility charm that Lenore had mentioned to her the week before.

Her rhythmic chanting rose up inside Lucius. He had never been one for ritualistic magic, but he understood its power, especially where sex magic was concerned, and once he'd overcome his shock at her being so forthright, he quickly rolled them and took control of the almost frenzied coupling.

Hermione concentrated and keep diligently repeating the charm as he ploughed into her. It didn't take long and she cried out as she came, taking him with her.

Panting like an athlete, Lucius performed the final incantation that under normal circumstances should have guaranteed a girl and then collapsed on top of Hermione.

She welcomed his weight pushing her into the mattress, and she laughed. "Well, what will be will be," she said. "We've sealed it now."

"Yes, indeed," he agreed, kissing her neck and down around her jaw to her mouth. "You'll be in the family way now, Madam Malfoy."

She smiled broadly at him. "Are you happy, Lucius?"

"Ecstatic, pet. You've become the confident witch you always should have been, and I am so proud and happy to have helped you do that."

"Oh, Lucius," Hermione sighed, pulling his head down to hers. "I love you," she whispered against his lips.

"And I you," he replied, before giving in to her again.