Disclosure Hp belongs to JKR. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
a/n THANKS for the reviews. To be honest, they are the key to my wanting to write more. A very short chapter, to keep it promise. Too much work today..
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What to say
Hermione just sat there not knowing what to say; or for that matter, what to do. Saying she was surprised failed to capture her currently dazzled state.
She heard the flapping of wings and looked up; it was L'roy, who had just popped into the room. The large owl carried something in his beak.
As if it rehearsed, he stood by her, opened his beak, and dropped and dark green velvet box with a giant silver bow in her hands. He flapped a wing as if in a curtsy.
They mean well, and everyone is waiting for a new mistress. And there is nobody fairer than you sweet witch. L'roy spoke in her head, and the wizards' grateful smiles at L'roy, now perched on one of the couches, filled her with joy.
Hermione opened the box, which revealed a magnificent ring. The platinum ring was made of two entwined snakes, and the snake heads, held in between them, a yellow diamond, and their eyes were emeralds.
"I'm not sure, to marry to save others? And it is for life. What if we all hate it?" Hermione was hesitant, still thinking there was a catch, or maybe this was all a practical joke.
"Granger, how could we hate it? It has been our mutual wish for a while, and mine even longer. We will treat you as our queen. Father will discuss the terms, and you can do as little or as much as you want. Since he granted my mother a divorce, the old laws were re-enacted. He can only share a spouse with me, and children only begotten through me. It a—" Draco was interrupted.
"Draco, enough, let her think. Miss Granger, if all else fails, this still will be your home. Think of the happiness each return will bring their families. What else is to think about? As for me, it will bring my heart solace. I haven't been the same since the Diggory boy. And there is also the fact of the tortures that went on here; we, Draco and I, need redemption." Lucius voice was supplicating her to accept them. True, there were other virgins, but none they wished for their wife.
Four set of eyes were fixed on Hermione, Camellia loved Draco, but she wanted Harry for her; the reason was simple, Harry had gifted Camellia to her witch. On the other hand, she had seen her human crying for months, and her love for Harry had waned. She decided for whoever made her witch happy. Camellia was a pragmatic demoness.
"Yes, I will. I will do it for all the ones who should still be here." She smiled shyly. Both of them sat by her side once again, and both gave her chaste kisses, one after the other. She marveled at how alike, and how different they felt. She wondered if all of this was a strange dream.
"Granger, you have made me a happy wizard, doubly delighted considering that I can now get out the contract with Greengrass, Astoria, that is. My mother'd arranged for me." Draco kissed the top of her head and held on to her hand.
"Miss Granger, you have made the right choice, we will never treat you badly. You will be our queen as Draco so well put it. Our life will be dedicated to your service, and to the children to come."
She smiled dreamily at the word children, the two wizards did as well. Lucius had always wanted several children; he secretly envied his second cousin Weasley, maybe this time around. Draco was imagining little Malfoys who were the best at Hogwarts, and the idea made him proud.
For both ambitious Malfoy wizards, the idea of world domination by super- smart and magically-powerful Malfoy sprouts, danced around their heads like sugar plums. A wish very near and dear to the Malfoy's hearts; why not, just kill a bird with two stones a lover and mother for their super-babies. Lucius sighed contentedly and continued.
"My life has been broken since Cissi broke her vows. It was long coming, something happened to her during the stay of the snake here. She is out the country, living with the Lestrange brothers, and who knows where. As you must know the brothers are still on the run. They were her first love, but this is not about my past but about our future. Thanks for having us." Lucius took her face in his hands and kissed her again. A little less chaste, but barely.
Hermione felt their strong emotions which made her happy in turn, and all unease was totally gone.
Camellia started one of her wild runs, but, first, in one leap, she jumped to the top of the couch, where L'roy was perched, and she sniffed his wing thoroughly. The humans watched and chuckled at the owl's apparent lack of fear. After that, she went back to the ground and started to run. All was well. What a crazy lass, I wonder if she were sniffing my wares. She is probably hot in her demoness form.
Camellia was checking if, maybe, he smelled a little like chicken, but no. He smelled a little briny with a touch of rosemary, not bad. The idea of roasted owl wasn't good, who knew how he would taste. Classic, she was thinking about tasty food, he about…sex; what was new?
"First we need to decide amongst the three of us who are the ones we will attempt to bring back, to cross over. At least one of us has to actually know, and have ties, of any kind from blood to friendship with one of their kin." Lucius got right back onto business.
"I want to propose Remus, Sirius, Tonks, Fred, and Colin." She wanted to do it. She wanted them back, "Oh they make five, is it just what I wish."
"Five is ok, I wish for Severus, I miss my friend dearly, and wish for the Diggory boy, his death has always hurt me. I believe that I had mentioned the fact." Lucius proposed.
"I was going to say Cedric, but then it is Vince, and Mrs. Burbage." Draco added.
"No son, she didn't die from a curse or as something triggered by curse, cannot be, besides, Vince makes eight."
Hermione cried a tear, remembering her father, but it couldn't be since he hadn't been a magical being; this made her remember something else.
"What if someone is no longer at the station, you said it could happen." Hermione asked Lucius.
"Ah, yes, we should be ready and bring a couple of extra names since it isn't something we can do again. Draco and I had already discussed this alternative." Lucius answered looking at both, and then continued.
"Tomorrow we will be very busy; we will need to gather personal items for each one of the rescued. A photograph will be enough in many instances. I suggest we find pictures of all those who have fallen within the last thirty years. It is a fall back plan. We might go in and find out all the ones we seek, are no longer there. For our first choices, we need to talk to living relatives, which might get sticky. It is a condition that must be met."
"Oh, that could be a problem; we need to approach the relatives with care, just discuss it as a possibility, what if they have more relatives they want us to try for." Hermione wondered aloud.
"You are right my dear, but for now, we need to go to sleep. I am going to suggest as the book recommends to spend every minute together. It will increase our power, we won't touch you, and we need to rest. Shall we?" Lucius invited her and stretched his hand to help her as he stood up.
She didn't move. She suddenly felt as the proverbial deer caught in the light. She was virtually frozen.
"We must spend the maximum number of hours possible, so our powers will grow together. The moment you accepted us, the first ties, binding our powers together, were formed." He caressed her hand soothingly, hoping to calm her.
"And now our magics are feeding on each other, and we will all be more powerful once we cross the portal. The ones coming back also will be changed for the best. Furthermore, each one of them, will always be loyal to us. It isn't clear what will happen to us, but different changes were reported. Well my dear, I guess we will need to wait."
Lucius forced her to look at him.
"Granger," Draco held her hand to his face, "Nothing will happen tonight. I have been sort of jesting, granted I do want you to be mine. Take this as another requirement. Nothing can happen until the moment we blood bond. You are safe with us. I just hope you remembered to bring sexy sleepwear for tonight."
He was quiet as he appraised Hermione with his eyebrow raised, as if asking. Her face felt so hot that it could explode.
"Okay, let's go to sleep, I am rather tired." With these words Hermione accepted the sleeping arrangements, and her heart beat disorderly. Her mouth was dry as if she had globs of cotton inside her cheeks.
The art of sleeping with two Malfoy Wizards
They all stepped into her room. On top of the side table, she saw the pajamas for the Wizards, both black, both made out a soft silk jersey. She should have figured out, this wasn't a sleep over with the boys, in boxers and baggy shirts.
Her mind was immediately invaded by naughty thoughts. She loved sleeping with her boys. During their sleep they would forget their wish to delay their union, and with their defenses forgotten, they would wake up all entangled on each other. Now, being into a human knot with the Malfoy wizards, oh, Merlin, it sounded wicked.
She smiled so wide her jaw locked. Then the idea that her boys were history, filled her with longing, but it was fleeting; she had committed and their time was past. Maybe being friends was a much better idea after all, friends forever. Draco's voice brought her back.
"Granger, you go in the bathroom first, we will use the bathroom in the receiving room." Hermione's eyes opened in wonderment, two bathrooms in one room, one was for the guests, wow.
She had brought two choices of nightwear, and decided for traditional looking pajamas, tailored and form fitting, they were very dark green, and with darker silver piping. The original color had been blue, but she had transfigured them at home. She took off her clothes, considered a short shower, but she was falling asleep. She braided her hair, got ready for bed and came out.
She was alone in the room and wasn't sure about the sleeping arrangements. The bed was larger than any she had ever seen before. As she stood there contemplating the bed, didn't see Draco coming behind her.
His arms slipped around her waist," Granger, I have been waiting for you since the train ride on 1991, which was a very long wait." He whispered, "Don't say anything, it is history, just thought you should know. I am still Draco, not a very nice wizard, but for you, I am willing to try. There were times when I thought you beneath me; ironic, come to find out, that it was the other way around." His voice was husky and low.
He turned her head towards him with great care. His eyes were half-closed, "My Granger, the beautiful bookworm," and his lips closed on hers. This time his kiss was more deliberate, his tongue opened her lips, and she eagerly allowed him. The feel of his moist lips moving against hers, and the sound of his labored breath made her respond with fervor; her tongue played with his and her arms wrapped around his neck.
It would be very easy to lose all control. It was Draco who ended it; moaned in frustration as he pushed away from her.
"Princess, you feel so perfect, but we cannot do this now, not even another snog; or I will never make the eighteen hours; here feel this, what you do to me."
As he spoke, he recklessly grabbed her small hand and laid it over the obvious erection, then took it away, as if her hand burned. That is when she noticed his pajama top was open, and could see the tip of his aroused sex; and she bit her lip at the tempting view.
She averted her eyes, as desire pulsed through her; and didn't say anything, and, instead, she just laid her head on his bare chest, listening to the wild thumping of his hearth. He held her tight and rested his chin on top of her head; both tried to control their breathing, their emotions, and to quiet their hearts.
A slight cough called their attention. Lucius was already under the covers. He took the side closest to where the couple stood, and he looked at her, "You two need to go to bed and to sleep, everyone is going to take a sleeping potion. We need to be strong and rested because tomorrow will be a long day. We will sleep five hours, which is all we can afford."
Draco and Hermione approached, "I love your pajamas, although my heart was set in a sweet nothing, this might be better for all the ones involved." Lucius sighed with regret at Draco's words, he shared the feeling.
Hermione was no longer uneasy; so, she climbed on the bed and lay as far away from Lucius as she could, then she pulled the covers up to her chin. Draco climbed to her left and nearly glued himself to her.
"Distance Draco, this isn't for tonight." His father grumbled, he was losing his patience with Draco, mostly because he had his own troubles, barely able to restrain his wild emotions. Witnessing their kiss had made him sick with desire; damn, he well knew that any sparks would light up a fire which needed to wait.
"Let her decide," Draco sounded upset.
"We need to sleep," Hermione's voice was a peep.
"Here you two, bottoms up," Lucius passed a small vial to Hermione and Draco, and he leaned towards Hermione. She was now fully aware of his fragrance and felt lightheaded. Her wishes were to move close to him and snuggle up, which she did with Draco right behind her.
Draco was being pragmatic, if he had to do this, he would make sure he had the lion's share. He smirked at the thought, she was the curly lioness, and he was the cunning snake, but he was her Lion as well. Strangely, he could feel a disliked enemy around the corner. Ho, it couldn't be, only his nerves.
Lucius desire to be impersonal until the next evening, fell through the cracks when the petite witch's body lay against him. She crawled towards him, with Draco right behind her. She laid her head on his chest with ease. Draco put his arms around her waist, while she tucked her cold feet under him.
Lucius wrapped his opposite hand around her neck. He kissed the top of her head, and Draco the back. In minutes, they were all sleep.
Camellia jumped onto the bed to snuggle against Draco's feet, and L' Roy who slept in Lucius room, perched on a coat rack at the entrance of the room.
While they all slept, another Malfoy was racing against time. Someone in his hire might be able to get him to his destination on time; he certainly hoped so. Lucius wasn't the only Malfoy with ties to the underworld; no he wasn't. Locals who saw him thought he was an angel, tall, alabaster white, white wavy hair down his back, and unusually dressed; he certainly looked like one, but under, he was a Malfoy, powerful and ruthless.
A/n Raise your hands, how many wish to be Hermione? And what is going on? No wonder Lucius made a face.