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About Seven Years Later-

'Blaine Draconis Malfoy!' I called down the hallway, my mouth agape at the disaster in his playroom. What five year old boy could make this kind of mess? And so quickly!

'Yes, mummy?' His feigned innocent face popped from behind the door.

'It's all his fault.' Auhdrena spoke sassily, her brown pen straight hair tucked primly behind her eyes. 'I was playing dolls in my room, quietly.' She looked pointedly to her younger brother.

Blaine ignored his sister, just as Draco knew to ignore my nagging. 'Tiny said she would clean!' He pouted, finally entering the room in his Bulgaria sleep attire..

Once I delivered Blaine, the mediwitch told me it would nearly impossible to give birth again. So Draco and I did the logical thing; we adopted a few months after he was born. Auhdrena had entered the orphanage nameless and nappy-less, and once Astoria had told us about her, we knew we had to have her. She was almost five months older than her younger brother- it was not easy bringing her into the Malfoy family. Narcissa had the hardest time accepting a child that was not her own blood, and visiting cousins of Draco saw it as an abomination to have two siblings who shared two birthdays in six months. But Blaise and Harry and the rest of our friends thought Auhdrena was the most delightful thing Merlin made, next to the spoiled Blaine himself. It was finally decided, after much deliberation, that Harry and Ginny would godparent Auhdie.

'Yes, Blaine, but Tiny is growing old. She can pick up every mess you make.' I spoke gently to him.

He only gave me a blank look in return. 'Father says they are our workers, and tiny says she likes to clean-'

'Well, your mummy says that you will not attend your party today if this room is not cleaned by the time I dress your sister. Is that understood, Blaine?' he was as hard-headed as his father, and almost as known to his privileges as Draco was.

Blaine nodded angrily and began to sort his play things into basins, ignoring his mother's and sister's presence. Blaine was very well known to have fits and his bouts of angriness, but I would be damned if he didn't listen to me. He was a wonderful boy, but he just needed to be around other boys sometimes. Boys like Blaise's son, Dragocione (whom was artfully named after Draco, his own godfather), were the utmost polite and quiet- even little Amadeus Nott, who wouldn't leave Daphne's sight if you paid him ten galleons. I grabbed Audhie's hand and left my son to clean his mess.

As we climbed a small set of stairs to her room, she grasped my hand tighter and smiled. 'Mum, why is my middle name Ginerva?'

I shrugged. 'I named you after your aunt Ginny. Do you not like your second name?'

'I do!' her eager face brightened. 'I want it to be just like hers. Not Ginerva, but Ginny.'

'Oh.' I nodded, pretending to understand her. 'Well, from this day forth, you are Auhdrena Ginny Malfoy. Is that better, darling?' Her radiant smile made me in turn smile at her.

'May I dress myself today, mum? I want to pick out my own clothes now. I am six years old now.' She halted me at her door.

'Are you sure, Auhdie? You don't need my help anymore?' She shook her head and hugged my legs before turning away and shutting her door softly. It wasn't too much to ask of me to accept that my oldest child wanted her freedom. But this meant that soon enough she would be starting Hogwarts, and then she would be seventeen and leaving to University and then she's grow up and have her own babies…

I swiftly turned away and stalked to my bedroom. I couldn't believe this…I was twenty-five years old and had two children, both five and six, yet I couldn't stop myself from tearing up and nearly sobbing by the time I made it to the Master bedroom of the West Wing. Malfoy Manor had been my home for the last six years; it had seen my two children learn to walk and speak, it had seen Draco and I brawl at her worst, but most of all it had witnessed our family love. Draco would often take me on gentle-worded walks along the corridor and teach me something new about the Manor and its ancestral inhabitants. Blaine often argued with his father about putting more portraits of him in the rooms and the Malfoy Memoir hallway, where every single important Malfoy had housed his portrait. There were few women, and there was much gossip about Narcissa being added to the list. Everyone who knew about it wanted to see it- I was only too keen on passing the information I knew down to them.

So far, my son and daughter knew nothing of blood status and society's way of exaggerating its meaning. They only thought that their father was the greatest man alive, and knew other people believed it too.

'What do you think of your dad?' I asked one day when we visited Diagon Alley to pick up a gift for Lillith Potter's birthday about a year back.

'Daddy's tall and strong. And he scares all of the monsters away.' Auhdie said simply, her ballerina slippers sliding along the linoleum floors of 'Marguerite's Child Store & More' (the same woman who created my beautiful ebony colored gown for the Ministry Ball).

'Father says he and I are just alike; everybody loves him, mummy, because he's so…great! Uncle Blaise told me that he and Father fought together and won every war!' Blaine began to hold his plastic wand like a sword and swung it at the mannequin dolls, who sneered at him and looked away. 'I want to be just like father. Won't I be just like him, mummy?' Blaine looked up at me, and when I caught his gaze, it was like I was staring at Draco across the Great Hall in first year all over again.

'Yes, Blaine, you look just like your father. But you will be greater.' I hoped so. I hoped dearly that Blaine wouldn't have to know a Voldemort, or have to deal with the Mal Vie Organization as Draco did.

'Maybe.' Blaine shrugged. He went back to fighting the irritated mannequin until his sister pulled him away with a scoff and an 'Oh, honestly Blaine!'

Mal Vie was very powerful now, reining over half of the world, and most of this continent. The last I heard, Draco was meeting with the Minister of Magic of southern Peru. He hoped that this would influence an epidemic upon the rest of South America, the only continent of which had no alliances with Mal Vie or its top competitors. On top competitor was The Order of Dumbledore (which was changed due to afflictions with shoddy members from Hogwarts). Harry once joked that it was going to 'The Order of Harry and his Friends' but said that since I wouldn't join, that Order would not be complete. I rather fancied 'Order of the Phoenix', but like every good name, it was used by a bad lot of rebels from our Hogwarts days; such included Terry Boot, Zacharis Smith, and Ernie Macmillan. Ron repeated thoroughly that he knew Zacharis Smith was up to no good since second year, but we steadily ignored him.

He moved on to marry Susan Bones a few months after I gave birth to Blaine- a ceremony that we all happily attended. He admitted afterward that he still loved me, but finally understood my love for another man. Ron had two children, Harold Charles Weasley and Thomas Jonathan Weasley- twins that drove everybody less Fred and George insane. Susan was nice enough to all the Gryffindors she was constantly surrounded by, which was necessary to keep Ginny from going at it with the Hufflepuff. Harry had Lillith when he was a year deep with the Ministry; Miranda Mantas was a trophy wife he had caught with cotton fingers. She hardly showed motherly attention to the girl, leaving the four year old to her Aunt Ginny and Aunt Hermione, whom she shared her middle name with.

I smiled at that. Harry had treasured me enough to name his first child after me! I promised to return the favor by naming him the godparent of my daughter. He seemed to love Auhdrena as much as he loved me. Draco had decided before birth that Tilynia and Blaise would take second guardianship to our son; it was a decision I didn't want to argue with him, since we were the godparents to his son, Dragocione Zabini. Draco must have walked around his office and Malfoy Manor with a broad smirk on his face for a good half of a year knowing that Blaise had named his son after his best friend.

'Had he been a girl, I would have named her after you.' Blaise whispered to me when Draco was holding up the newborn boy for everyone at the dinner party to see, and proclaimed that he was protected with the wrath of his Italian father and a dragon godfather. It was both catchy and corny- just what my husband lived for.

I sighed as I got out of the shower and wiped the mirror clear to peer at my face. No wrinkles? Check. No outward stretch marks? Check. My body was clear of these things, except the purple bruises along my wrists I had acquired the night before….

'Have you got everything ready for the party?' Ginny asked as she laid down her purse and coat on the easy chair.

'Of course, or at least I hope so. I've just sent Theo and Daphne to collect some party favors- it seems Draco forgot to pick them up last week.' I scoffed. He could be so inconsiderate sometimes! When it came to his son's party and his work, his work would come first! Just as he was now, in his overbearing Study in the Dungeon area. Good thing the elves had cleaned everything up down there- I never wanted to visit that place past Draco's working area. Narcissa told me of too many stories.

'Oh, Mione, Blaise is the same way. It sometimes seems that all he has on his mind is Mal Vie. It's absolutely infuriating.' She shook her head and began helping me with the Thank You cards I was going to send out when everyone left the party.

'Draco's organization is a curse. It makes him mostly unavailable to his children and I. But, it's what he loves…so what I can say?' I say it as a question, but as a fact.

'Have you thought about working yet? I know the Library of Witcherton has hounded you to work with them; your credentials are exemplary, Hermione! You took the challenge NEWT test and passes, with honors- you were only present half of the year!' Ginny motivated me, and she was correct- Witcherton had consistently called and Owled me to start working with them. Witcherton was a library of important documents, artifacts that needed to be studied and reported, and many rare book collections- all in a city not more than twenty miles from Wiltshire. Blaise had even mentioned my passion for books, and that I should embrace it before it was too late.

Draco, on the other hand, wanted me to stay a house wife- a Lady of the Manor. I left Ginny to finish the last batch and ventured down to Draco's study. I quietly opened the doors to find him and Blaise in a concentrated look. 'Draco- you should get ready for the party. I doubt you'd want everyone too see you in your uniform.' I looked over his work clothes- black robes with a Mal Vie etched short under. His wand casing, which looked as evil as anything, was attached to the tie around his waist. His suits for his business were much more acceptable, but not any nicer.

'Yes, Hermione.' He bowed his head mockingly.

I ignored the snarky bastard. 'And you, Blaise- what have you got my husband doing when he should be getting ready for his son's birthday celebration?' I smiled, but Blaise could not muster a smile back.

'Perhaps Draco will elaborate with you after the party. I suppose she is right, lad, we should dress in normal attire. I only assume the Weasleys and Potty Potter will be present; wouldn't them to go running scared, now do we?' His smirk came out then. Draco had one to match.

'Be nice. They're my friends.' I gave them both looks.

'You had to marry a Gryffindor, didn't you?' Blaise put his hands up in feigned surrender when I brought out my wand.

'When it is all said and done…at the end of the day…in conclusion…' Draco pretended to contemplate something, 'Oh, that's right! You're still the one that married a Weasley.'

I threw my hands up and left the Study. They were still the cutely bigoted Slytherins from Hogwarts; the only difference now was that they knew stronger spells. Merlin save the Queen.

The Party:

I was nevermore thankful for house help then when Tiny popped beside me and helped clear the dishes at the far end tables I didn't want to get to. 'Thank you, Tiny. I'll go grab the cake.' I patted her head affectionately.

'Not needed, Misses Malfoy. Bipsy's already got it on the table for young Master Blaine.' Bipsy popped beside me. Tiny seemed to smile at her daughter, glad that Bipsy was finally old enough to work for us. At first, I refused to use the help of elves. But I later figured out that I most definitely needed their help. As per usual, I paid every one of them and clothed each of the elves. They were treated as hired servants- with respect and humanity. Though Draco was against it, I allowed Blaine and Auhdie to interact with them daily. He argued that his children shouldn't have to be around the little creatures.

I made sure to keep everyone in the party room, as a piece of advice Narcissa had passed down to me from Grandmother Eldora Malfoy. The story went that the Malfoy ballroom was in full swing in with a select group of socialites in celebration of Lansington Malfoy's business venture, Malfoy Industries. The mothers allowed their children to play in the Oval Gardens, near the lake- assuming their fathers would be out there discussing Quidditch and business. No parent thought anymore of their children until seven year old Abraxas Malfoy came scuttling to his mother, bringing news of little Barry Brown, whom had fallen out of a tree. A few moths later, St. Mungos had pronounced the little boy a squib. Since then, the Browns and Malfoys were hated by one another. The Browns declared a curse upon the Malfoys- that one of their children would become a Squib on his seventh birthday, no matter his previous magical ability. But they did not know that Barry's grandson would have magic in his blood, and so would his daughter, Lavender Brown.

I didn't fear for my son or daughter; Draco and I were too strong of witch and wizard to have a century-old curse affect our children.

'Smashing party, Hermione.' Hélène was only too beautiful in her cashmere dress, which might have been tacky on anyone else. Ginny still envied the ground she walked on, saying that 'no woman should smile that much when she's eight months pregnant'. Her husband, whom Draco once had a rivalry to, was Adrian Pucey. I didn't assume she would marry him, but they were so alike- so sophisticated, it was nearly perfect.

'Thank you. Blaine seems to be enjoying himself.' I chuckled, watching him interact with Daphne and Theodore's only son, Amadeus. The boy was so quiet and skinny…so very different from his parents.

'Have you seen Ginerva Zabini around? I've been absolutely dying to see her. Adrian doesn't seem to be too keen on her…he says she did a horrible Bat Boogey hex on him and since then he's been scorned. Adrian can be such a child.' Hélène smiled; her blond hair and green eyes reflecting her strong French lineage.

'I rather think she's avoiding you, Hélène.' Daphne sipped light Chardonnay out of a glass. 'Cant blame her. You act much too joyous for having a child swimming around in you.' The eldest Greengrass frowned.

'Well, when you word it like that, it isn't so pleasant, I think of it as… a wonderful new life forming inside of me, and I am allowed to carry it with me for a good time before I bring into the world. There- now wouldn't that make you happy?' Hélène had a beautiful, white smile.

'Wait until you give birth to the little bugger; you will be singing a different tune then.' She looked pointedly down at her son, who followed her wherever she went.

'Don't pay any heed to her, Hélène. She's just miserable like our mother. A good thing I lack that gene.' Astoria had the voice of angel if I ever heard one. She was so soft and gentle; she and Henson De Bleu was the perfect match. Their creation, Miss Isabella De Bleu hugged her father's shoulders as he held her to him. We 'oh' and 'awed' at the family- they were so picture perfect.

'Hello, Mrs. Malfoy.' Henson spoke softly, his blue eyes brightening as he spoke to me.

'Hello, Henson.' I nodded to him. Henson had attended many parties I was present at, yet he never spoke to me. He was a good three years older than Astoria and me- he acted as if he were fifteen years older instead. He was calm and absolutely sophisticated. Draco once admitted to me that Henson at first bored him to death, but later showed his importance when he saved a team of his men in a massacre of an ambush. Since then, they were nearly as close friends as he and Blaise.

Harry and Ron stayed to themselves at a few tables with the Weasley. Though Mrs. Weasley was mostly in the kitchen, fussing over food that was already done, and Mr. Weasley was conversing adamantly with my dad, the rest had their own party away from their many of their childhood nemesis. Harry occasionally got up and mingled with everyone, but even then he was rigid in stance. I knew it wasn't easy to act happy and enjoy a party when you're surrounded by people you hate to see. Auhdie loved her godfather- Harry adored her very much so. The little girl in return skipped gallantly towards us, her brother and his best friend Dragocione tailing him. 'Stori! Aunt Daphne said you wouldn't come!' Auhdrena threw her arms around the thin woman and hugged her tight.

'Why would my sister say such a thing?' Astoria bent down and picked the girl up. Blaine was rather plump for being a six year old (still a tot in my book), and Narcissa said Draco was rail thin when he was that young.

'She said you would probably be kidnapped and force-fed lemon drops until you ate so much that you exploded!' Daphne snickered in her cup, happy that the little girl bought her story. She could make up her own scary stories and tell them to Amadeus, but he would only look back at her with a blank look on his pointed face. 'But I'm glad you're here.' Her mood swings were as bad as Draco, just less violent. The only thing that separated her from the Malfoys washer light brown hair and brown eyes- but then she looked just like me. She wiggled out of Astoria's grasp. 'Isabella, let's go play dolls.' She grasped the girl's hand softly once her father set her down.

Astoria sent Daphne a scolding look, but refrained herself from all-out scorning her older sister. 'Happy Birthday, little Blaine Malfoy.' She pinched his cheeks and blew kisses all over his face. Blaine began to blush scarlet; Draco reckoned that he had a mild crush on Astoria, but what young boy wouldn't? She was beautiful, kind, and always willing to please.

'Mrs. Malfoy, there is a visitor for the party at the door.' Bipsy spoke in hushed tones into my ear.

I gave my house elf a queer look. 'Then, Bipsy, you should let them in.'

Bipsy wrung her hands in her new apron. 'The visitor told Bipsy he wanted to speak with the Lady of the Manor first.' Her eyes darted around the party nervously.

'Alright. In my absence, bring out the plates and silverware. Tiny and Menno know to bring the food. Thank you, Bipsy.' I smiled to my friends around me, went through the main hallway and to the front door. In the parlor, a man of normal height and stature turned to me with a smile I could only describe as self-deserving.

'Hello, Mrs. Malfoy.' He approached me with calculating steps and kissed my frigid hand.

'Hello. Are you a guest of Draco's?' I didn't know this man and didn't recognize him from anywhere. Draco hardly invited guests of his own to his family functions- he knew not to mix business with pleasure. And wouldn't he have talked with me before inviting this stranger to our son's party?

'Yes, I suppose so. Would you like to see my invitation?' His hand went in his pocket, but that smirk never left his face. I fingered my wand from the front of my jeans.

'No, not necessary. Your name, sir?' I asked bluntly. His raven hair was slicked back atop his head.

'Tom.' He had a way of looking at me with his colored, translucent eyes.

'Tom?' I furrowed my eyebrows, awaiting his last name. Draco had spoken of a Thomas Unden long ago, but I didn't think they were close enough business partners.

'Why, girl, you don't remember me? We've known one another since your first year at Hogwarts.' His voice- I recognized his voice.

'How do you know where I attended school, Mr. Tom?' I didn't like the way he said 'girl'. That was rude and unacceptable to say of a Lady Malfoy.

'You may call me Mr. Riddle if you like.' He relished in the blanching of my face and my fear-stricken rigidness.

No. He was dead. Harry killed him- and I helped. This isn't possible. This isn't true. It can not be! Oh, it can not be.

'But it is, Mrs. Malfoy.' Tom Riddle said kindly.

I brought out my wand and pointed it threateningly at him. 'Get out of my head, Mr. Riddle, or I will be forced to curse you.

'Draco wouldn't like that, Lady Malfoy. Who else will replace Malfoy Incorporated's CEO position, then?' I turned red. So Draco had made a decision like this, without consulting me? How Malfoy of him!

'How do you look so young? The last time I saw you, you were a heaping pile of snake skin and rotting teeth.' I spat out at him.

'I'm sure Mr. Malfoy would rather enjoy telling you the story himself. I believe I changed my mind; this party isn't what I expected at all.' He chuckled. 'But thank you for your hospitality nonetheless. Tell your husband my hellos, will you?' he eyed my wand with no less than a smile. Before he left out the door he turned around again. 'And tell young Mr. Blaine happy birthday.' At the mention of my son, I threw a Sectumsempra his way. But the door slammed closed before the curse could ever hit him.