A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

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Cassiopiea Pandora Snape greeted the world at three in the morning with a loud scream. Severus glanced down at the child.

"She looks like you," he stated, nodding to Luna.

"True, but that is a good thing, isn't it?" Luna asked, catching Severus' eye. He smirked slightly. Ever since Luna and Severus had married in a double wedding also featuring Hermione and Draco, they'd done their best to play the part of a couple. While Luna did have a fondness for Severus, she didn't love him. No, she loved Draco with all her heart. Hermione, on the other hand, loved Severus – a fact she kept denying when pressed.

The marriage law had forbidden pure to marry pure and therefore the greatest plan was hatched. Luna married Severus. Hermione married Draco and they all lived happily ever after in Malfoy Manor – just not with their actual husbands.

"It is, wouldn't want the ministry starting to ask questions, would we?" Draco asked, appearing with Hermione in the doorway. Hermione slipped past Draco and over to Luna.

"She's beautiful," she whispered.

"Blond," Draco commented, running a hand through his own silvery blond locks. Luna laughed.

"Just like me," she stated. "Luckily," she added. Hermione nodded. They were supposed to produce children with the man they married, supposed to sleep with their own husbands.

The ministry did check in on occasion. The men used polyjuice potion to become each other for a night here and there so if anyone looked at Luna or Hermione's thoughts, they'd see everything as it should be. Severus had also started teaching his witches occulamancy. Luna had an aptitude for it. Hermione did not.

"Don't you think they'll be a bit suspicious when they see her name? It is a Black family tradition."

"Distant cousins and I like the name," Luna answered. The four were interrupted by a knock on the door. Hermione turned and sighed seeing the ministry official that had been assigned to their group. Luna simply rolled her blue eyes.

"I came to congratulate you, Mrs. Snape on your new baby."

"More like spy on us," Severus stated.

"Mister Snape, I am not a spy for the ministry or any one else. I am simply doing my job. Now, I just need to record the child's information for my report."

"What do you need?" Luna asked, wondering if they'd try to do a parental signature on the baby, and if they did, what it could reveal.

"Name, date of birth, the usual. Information has a habit of going missing in my office lately."

Hermione and Draco shared an innocent look.

"Her name is Cassiopeia Pandora Snape, she was born three hours ago, her godparents are Hermione and Draco Malfoy and can I please get some sleep now?" Luna asked, her voice sharp.

"Right, of course," the official said, jotting the information down and quickly fleeing the room.

"You're starting to rub off on me," Luna stated, looking at Severus. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Do you think they'll ever leave us alone?"

"Probably not. I mean, we've got two war heroes, and me," Draco said. "The Malfoy name is always good for gossip."

"Want to hold her?" Luna asked, handing Draco the bundle. He smiled looking at his daughter. She blinked her eyes open revealing silvery blue orbs.

"Good thing the idiot didn't see her eyes," Hermione laughed.

"You say that, but what are they going to say when yours is born with black eyes?" Severus asked, putting an arm around Hermione. Luna stared at Hermione.

"Severus! I hadn't told anyone else yet!" Hermione exclaimed, glaring at the man she loved.

"You could at least have told me," Draco muttered. Hermione kissed him gently on the cheek.

"I could have, and I was going to. You're going to get to pretend to be the perfect daddy Draco."

"Watch, black eyes and a beak of a nose. No way we're going to be able to hide that," Draco muttered, wondering if this was all finally going to fall apart. Luna smiled, looking at everyone.

"We'll figure something out, home birth maybe, with a glamour charm, nothing to it," she stated. Draco gently placed Cassiopeia in her little crib.

"You always know how to make things work, Luna," Severus stated, looking at the witch he'd married. She wasn't as clever as Hermione, but she was still brilliant in her own right. He had a feeling no matter what his child looked like, Luna could convince the ministry it was Draco and Hermiones, that no matter what happened, their happily little family would never be in danger.