Out of breath, he wanted to roll to the side in order to not crush the petite witch, but the bed was too small and too cramped. Once he caught his breath, he began throwing her stuffed animals out of the bed, one by one.

"Be nice to my otter," Hermione said taking the stuffed animal out of his hand. Holding the stuffed otter in her arms she looked at the older wizard with pleading eyes. "He needs a special place in our bed."

Lucius looked at the ceiling and let out a sigh.

"Look how cute he is," Hermione said waving her otter in the air.

He looked at her with a raised brow. She pressed the otter against her face and looked at him with her big brown eyes.

He snatched the otter out of her hand. "Fine, but just the otter."

"Fair enough. Teddy can sit in the library and I can spread the rest throughout the Manor."

"I was thinking more along the lines of Incendio," he said.

"Lucius! You're cruel!" Hermione shrieked.

They were lying on the side, face to face, the plush otter between them. He petted her head. Her hand rested on his waist. Their lips met. Kissing each other tenderly, they stroked each other's sides. Hermione giggled. Lucius looked completely out of place. His legs lurked out at the end of her bed.

He placed kisses on her head. "We should get dressed."

She nodded.

Hermione dragged a number of cardboard boxes from a broom closet to her room. She folded them and started placing her books into them.

"What do you want to keep?" he asked her.

"I'm not getting rid of any of my books!"

"Fine," Lucius said, his gaze wandered to the countless stuffed animals scattered on the floor.

"-or my stuffed animals," she added

He cast a quick charm and her books and stuffed animals flew into the boxes. Hermione picked up her stationery and put them into a separate box.

"I'm probably not going to keep any of my old clothes except for the ones I already have at the Manor, " she said skimming through her closet. "What's in the top drawer?"

"How would I know?"

"Wingardium Leviosa," she said and lifted the drawer slowly to the ground.

"What happened to no magic in a muggle area?"

"You wouldn't help me and I'm too short," Hermione snapped.

Looking at the contents of the drawer, she found baby clothes. Hermione kept staring at her old jumper for a while. She let her fingers run over a blue knit pullover. It was hard to believe that she was ever small enough to fit inside. The pullover looked so tiny, it was adorable.

"Do you think we should keep those," she asked her fiance, "we might need it…"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Hermione."

Of course, he had known that this would come up eventually, he just hadn't thought it would be that soon. Maybe in a couple of years, when he was still young enough to play with their offspring. Still coming to terms with their engagement, he didn't know what to say.

"It doesn't have to be immediately…" Hermione added looking at him with her big brown eyes.

Lucius sighed. "I will think about it."

"Thank you," she said swinging her arms around him. She pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Does this mean I should box them?"

Lucius nodded. Standing there silently, he watched her put the baby clothes into the cardboard box.

Once Hermione had finished packing, she tried to cook dinner for them. Lucius helped himself to a glass of wine, watching her hush through the kitchen. He would have helped her if he knew what he was supposed to do and if only watching her struggle was so entertaining. Still not having figured out what she was doing he poured himself another glass of wine.

About twenty minutes later a weird smell hit her nostrils. It almost smelt burnt. "Oh shit! I forgot the vegetables." Hermione pulled the pot from the stove. Lifting the lit she was hit by the stinking vapor.

Lucius withdrew his wand from his walking cane and vanished the mess.

"That was my mom's pot!"

"It was beyond rescuable, I will get her a new one."

Opening the oven, Hermione was relieved that at least the cake turned out well. Sniffing on it, she smiled. It smelled divine. Taking a huge plate, she turned the cake. Removing the cake from the mold it broke into countless pieces.

Lucius chuckled. "Are you sure you still want to liberate the house elves?"

"This is not funny!" Hermione shrieked.

She took a piece of hot cake and tried it. "At least it tastes good," she said shoving a piece of cake into his mouth.

With a huge amount of whipped cream and powdered sugar, the mess looked almost edible. Hermione placed the plate on the table just in time for her parents to return. Her face lit up with joy. She hugged both of them tightly before taking a few steps back to Lucius. Taking his hand she dragged them into the center of the room.

"This is Lucius. We're getting married," Hermione announced, holding her engagement ring proudly beneath their noses.

Lucius nodded. He was his usual calm. Her parents exchanged a quick glance. Her dad raised his fist and punched it into Lucius' face. He shook his hand. Hermione's mom dragged him away. Hermione's eyes jumped between her fiance and her dad.

She pulled the tissue out of his robes and attended to his bloody nose. Hermione was still shocked and had a hard time finding words. Never in her life had she seen her dad so aggressive. Wiping the blood from his nose, she wondered what to do. She applied more pressure, rubbing over his face.

"Hermione," Lucius said calmly, placing his hand over hers. "It is fine."

"No, it's not. How can you say something like that? He punched you!"

Lucius chuckled. "Your father is hardly the first nor the last to ever do something of the kind."

"And you're ok with this?" Hermione shrieked.

"Just give him time."

"I think you two should go now," her mom said.

Hermione had trouble hiding her disappointment.

"I'll talk to him. He'll come around eventually," her mom added.

"Thank you, Dr. Granger, for having us, I am looking forward to seeing you again," Lucius said guiding Hermione out.

She spent the rest of the weekend unpacking her belongings. It had taken her quite some time until she had found a spot for all of her books. As promised she spread her stuffed animals throughout the Manor. Most of them got their own sitting room. It was probably silly, but seeing something that belonged to her in every room made her truly feel at home.

The clicking sound of high heels echoed through the walls.

"Narcissa, how lovely seeing you. I thought you wanted to owl me before dropping by," Lucius said.

His ex-wife looked around. She sneered at Hermione's teddy-bear. "It is true then," she said dropping the Daily Prophet onto the table.

"I do not know what you are talking about," he said with mock innocence.

Narcissa huffed. "Tell me you are not actually considering marrying this little... abomination."

"Actually, I am not only considering it, I am actually doing it. You are invited. I put an announcement in the Prophet. Something you would have known had you read it instead of throwing it at my feet."

Narcissa huffed again. "We need to talk about our son. He has yet to show interest in any of the witches I have suggested."

"Maybe they were simply not to his liking."

"All of them? They have nothing in common!" Narcissa retrieved files from her handbag. "See, Miss Fritzgerald is blond and sporty, the Greengrass girl has black hair and Miranda Shacklebolt has a dark skin. They have nothing in common!"

"Except, they are all female," Lucius said.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. He is still very young give him time."

Hermione was glad that the announcement of her engagement caused less of a stir than the news of their relationship. She was standing in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Her mom had written her today, they were attending her wedding and so were the Weasleys.

She spit the toothpaste into the sink. Looking at herself in the mirror she lifted her nightgown. Hermione stretched out her flat belly and stroked over it. Lucius cleared his throat. Startled she dropped the nightgown. Her cheeks turned bright red. She felt like she was caught doing something naughty. Staring at her feet she bit her lip. He leaned his head against the doorframe.

"I have been thinking…" he trailed off, "I would very much like to start a family with you."

"Really?" her eyes sparkled.

Lucius nodded. He still had countless months to get used to the idea of caring for a baby. He used to think that it was decades in his past but now it was his future. He was sure that Hermione would look beautiful with his child.

She jumped at him and hugged him tightly. She pushed him back onto the bed and crawled over him. Sitting on his lap she kissed him with urgency. Unbotting his pajamas, she massaged his tongue with hers. She rubbed herself against him, looking for friction.

He moaned quietly. Hermione trailed kisses down his neck. His big hands were on her back, slowly wandering down towards her butt. He reached beneath her nightgown while she nibbled on his neck. His hands stroked over his smooth chest.

With his hands on her hips, he pressed her against his growing erection. She wriggled against him, sitting on his lap. Reaching into his pants, she freed him from his tight prison. Hermione let her small hands glide over his length. He was hot and twitching in her small hand. Tracing the veins of his pride, she watched him close his eyes. He let out a low groan as she teased his tip.

"Hermione," he breathed. His pupils were dilated, darken with lust.

She raised her hands and arms and he eagerly helped her out of her nightgown. Leaning forward, he captured one of her nipples with his mouth. He playfully chewed on it before suckling on it. With the thumb, he circled her other hard, pink nipple. Hermione moaned.

She raised her hips and pushed her knickers aside. With his hand quickly found her exposed sex and stroke over her sensitive flesh. Positioning her wet channel above him, she looked him straight into the eyes. Never breaking their eye contact she slowly sank down on him.

Hermione moaned loudly as he stretched her tight inner walls. Even though she was soaking wet it took a while until every last bit of him disappeared. Fully seated, she reached into his platinum blond hair. Letting her fingers run through it, she kissed the older wizard as if her life depended on it. She needed every bit of him.

He wrapped her arms around her as his tongue probed her mouth. Goosebumps covered her arms and she held onto his massive length instinctively more tightly. Breathing heavily, she slowly raised her hip. With his strong hands, he forced her down again. They repeated the movement in an ever-increasing frequency.

Her cries became louder and louder as she felt him hit the right spot over and over again. Her nails dug into his shoulder as he raised his hips meeting her movements. Hermione squeaked as he pushed into her hard and fast, grunting loudly.

Her entire body tensed. She was contracting around him, milking him. She screamed before collapsing onto him. Gasping for air she felt him empty himself into her still spasming channel.

Lucius placed a kiss on her forehead. Petting her back, their breathing slowly normalized.

"I love you," she said kissing him.

"I love you too."