Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter, or it's characters. This is merely a work of fanfiction.

A/N: Smut & Pregnancy Warning!

A/N#2: There will be one more chapter after this, that serves as an epilogue over several years. It will be up either tomorrow, or the next day, depending on how this winter storm goes.

The next two weeks passed in a swirl of dress fittings, charming little brunches, and shopping for the furniture of Slytherin Manor.

Renata was indispensable. She knew every boutique, antique shop, and person that needed to be greeted.

Soon Peony's wedding day was upon her. The grounds of the Manor were flooded with people, all decked out in their finest robes.

"This is going to be you in a week," Peony mused.

"Oh no, Lestrange Manor is much more depressing. I'll be happy when the ceremony is over, and I don't have to go back."

Peony turned around and looked at Renata. She was so kind, so pure. Peony pulled her into her arms for a hug.

"You are the best sister I could have asked for."

Renata hugged her back, "Don't make me cry!"

A knock sounded at the door. Abraxas walked in. He was looking handsome in black dress robes.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Tom?" Peony asked.

"I'll go back to him in a minute. I wanted to check on you, and give you something."

He pulled a package from behind his back, and handed it to Peony. She sat down carefully, so as to not wrinkle her gown, and took it from him. She removed the wrapping slowly, and gasped at what laid inside.

"How did you get this?"

Peony took the fabric of the Invisibility Cloak in her hands. Abraxas smiled at her. She looked so happy. He wanted to give her back a small part of what she had lost.

"I did some rather sneaky things with the Knights, but we got our hands on it, and no one was hurt in the process. The Potter's don't even know it's gone."

Peony laid it on her bed, and embraced Abraxas in a hug.

"I think I'm ready, brother."

He smiled down at her, tears in the corners of his eyes.

"You will always be a Malfoy, Peony. You'll always be my twin. I love you."

"I love you too, Brax."

Tom stood next to Abraxas in the Malfoy ballroom, waiting for Peony. Professor Slughorn gave him an excited wave from the crowd, and Tom nodded in his direction.

The guest list was a veritable who's who of Magical society. Wards had been placed over the Manor that wouldn't allow use of any violent magic, so all their guests were safe.

"Ready?" Abraxas whispered.

Tom nodded, his jaw tight.

Renata walked down the aisle, heralding the way for Peony.

Tom struggled to form intelligent thoughts when she stepped into view. Peony wore a white ballgown with intricate blue and white beading. The beading alone must have taken months.

Her magic betrayed her excitement. It reached toward him, yearning. He didn't bother to try to control his magic, he wanted her too. He let it reach out towards hers.

She was everything.

Peony smiled at Abraxas, and took Tom's hands as she approached him. She smiled at the wizard conducting the ceremony.

Was that the Minister of Magic? Merlin.

He spoke, and she nodded, but all she could hear was the rushing of her blood in her ears.

Tom looked into Peony's eyes. He could tell she was a bit overwhelmed. He doubted she heard a thing the Minister said. When it was her turn to speak, Tom squeezed her hands, and she responded dutifully.

"I present to you, Lord and Lady Slytherin!"

Tom took Peony's hand in his, and led her to a room just off the ballroom. He pulled her into a kiss, and understanding finally filtered back into her eyes.

"Are you okay, love?" Tom asked.

Peony nodded, "Just a bit overwhelmed."

He smiled, and placed another small kiss on her lips.

"As much as I want to tear that dress off you, we have another couple hours of this reception, and then we can run away to your room."

Peony leaned into his hand, "Do you promise?"

"I promise."

After a mere hour of dancing, photographs, and greeting guests, Abraxas had allowed them to abscond from the reception.

Tom made sure to lock Peony's door behind him. As soon as he heard the lock turn he kissed her, as he pulled on the zipper of her gown.

She stepped out of it, leaving it forgotten on the floor. He looked at her body, momentarily overwhelmed by her beauty.

"Fuck Peony."

Peony blushed at his words, "I think that's the first time I've ever heard you curse."

"You look perfect."

She had on a white lace lingerie set. She bit her lip self consciously as he stared at the curve of her breasts, the small of her waist, the meeting of her thighs.

"Touch me Tom," she pleaded.

He pulled her against his body, and into his arms. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively. He thrust against her.

"Do you feel what you do to me, Peony?"

She whimpered as he thrust against her again. Tom carried her to the bed and laid her down carefully. He vanished his clothes with a quick nonverbal spell.

There was a cloak under her that he didn't recognize. Tom froze, and raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her. She smirked mischievously.

"The Invisibility Cloak?" Tom asked, stunned.

Peony nodded her head, "I want you to make love to me on top of it. You have all the Deathly Hallows, Tom. You're the Master of Death."

Tom vanished her lingerie, enjoying the blush that spread down her body at his ravenous gaze. Another time he would love to take off each piece by hand, but he had no patience for that tonight.

He kissed down her neck, to her collar bone. He nibbled the skin there, leaving tiny bruises that only he would see. Her dresses never went down that far.

Tom took her breast into his mouth, grazing his teeth over her nipple. It sent a jolt of pleasure through Peony's body, that had her leaning into his touch.

"Do you like that Peony?"

Peony moaned his name as she laced her hands through his hair. Tom smirked at her as he switched his attention to her other breast.

"Better things ahead love," Tom whispered as he kissed his way down her abdomen.

He trailed one finger down her core, and Peony shuddered at the new sensation. She was already soaking wet.

"Does that feel good love?" Tom teased.

Peony nodded, and whined when he removed his finger. He chuckled and kissed up the inside of her thighs. The closer he got to her core, the more Peony squirmed.

"Tom please," she begged. "I need you."

Tom smirked up at her. He loved the sound of her begging, of finally having her at his mercy, but he wouldn't make her wait long.

"I have to get you ready love," he hissed in Parseltongue from between her legs.

He applied his tongue to her clit. She moaned as he worked, and laced her hands through his hair. She tilted her hips so he could get better access.

He pressed a finger inside of her, stretching her. He was aware of her every movement, every noise she made. They had never done any of this before, and he didn't want to hurt her.

"More Tom," she hissed to him in Parseltongue.

He grew impossibly harder as he added a second finger to the first. He continued his ministrations as he pumped his fingers into her. Peony's legs were beginning to tremble as he worked.

"More."

He applied another finger, and Peony began to tense around his fingers. She clenched down around his fingers as she came, her fingers in his hair.

Tom looked up at her as her eyes fluttered open again, sparkling with even more want.

"Tom," she whined.

"Yes love?" He asked as he climbed up her body.

She moved her hand down, rubbing his erection.

"I need you Tom. I need you inside of me."

He paused for a moment, supporting himself on one arm, and stroked her face. He looked into her gray eyes, searching. He needed to be sure. He needed her to be absolutely sure.

"You want me to give you a baby Peony? Is that what you want? You want the Master of Death to fuck you?"

Peony's eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to shift her hips up. His words were driving her crazy. She had never wanted him more. Tom pulled back, smirking at her.

"Say it, if that's what you want, Peony."

"I want the Master of Death to fuck me. Give me a baby Tom, please."

Tom couldn't resist anymore. The feeling of her bare skin, The Deathly Hallows, her magic baring down on him, her pleas for an Heir, were too much.

He thrust into her all at once. This was heaven, he was sure. Her walls wrapped his cock, her horcrux around his neck, their magic flooding the room. He kissed her deeply, tangling his tongue with hers.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Peony nodded, "I'm okay. It stings a little. You can move."

Tom began to thrust in out of her slowly. The sting faded quickly as Peony was drowned in pleasure. It was perfect. She dug her nails into his shoulders and back as he thrusted, overwhelmed by the new sensation.

Tom wanted her to finish with him. He leant down, thrusting slow and deep. He moved a hand to rub her clit as he did so. Peony moaned in his ear, as a whole new sensation racked her body.

"You're mine," Tom whispered in her ear.

Peony nodded as her walls began to flutter around his cock.

"Lord Slytherin," she hissed out in Parseltongue.

"Lady Slytherin," he hissed at her.

Peony's walls clamped around him, pulling him with her over the edge. He emptied into her.

She drew blood from his shoulders as she scratched them with the force of her orgasm. They stayed there like that for a minute, before Tom pulled out of her, and laid down at her side.

He pulled her into his arms, and cleaned them off with a nonverbal charm.

"I love you Peony."

She snuggled against his chest, exhausted. He stroked up and down her back.

"I love you too Tom."

Tom woke before Peony the next morning.

He unbuckled his wand holster from his arm, laying it on the bedside table. He meant what he said. He had no intention of letting Peony out of her bedroom today, or the next day if he could help it.

After that they would have to emerge to help Renata and Abraxas prepare for their nuptials.

He ghosted his hands over the bare skin of Peony's back, enjoying the way her skin warmed under his touch, how she leaned into it even though she was still asleep. He committed every curve, every dip, every freckle to memory.

Peony rolled over slowly, still sleepy eyed. She smiled up at Tom.

"How are you feeling?" Tom asked as he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips.

"I feel good," she replied, a smile on her face.

Her hands trailed down his body, exploring.

"Oh, you feel good, huh?" Tom teased.

"Mmm, very good."

Tom shook his head as he began to rain down kisses down her torso again. He paused at her stomach, and looked up at her.

"Do you think it worked?"

"We have to wait a few weeks to find out. We should try a lot more, just in case."

Peony wore a smirk that would have made a priest abandon his vows.

"Well, if my wife insists."

"I have a present for you," Peony declared.

Tom propped himself up on one elbow.

"What's that?"

"The memory of me killing Dumbledore."

Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked around, "Do you have a pensieve?"

Peony put her wand to her temple, "We don't need one."

She extracted her memory from her mind, and projected it in the air at the end of their bed. She watched Tom, as he watched the memory. She watched him grow harder and harder as her horcrux formed, as Dumbledore died.

She moved, so she was in between his legs, and took him into her mouth as he watched. He gasped. He had been so enraptured by the memory, that he hadn't even noticed her moving.

Her perfect ass was stuck up in the air as she bent over, bobbing up and down on his cock. She ran her tongue along the bottom of it, and his eyes rolled back. When he opened them again the memory was over, but Peony was still sucking him.

He placed his hands in her platinum hair and guided her movements gently. She hollowed her cheeks out and Tom groaned.

"Fuck Peony, stop. I want to cum in you."

She popped off him, licking her lips.

Tom groaned, "Come here perfect girl."

She moved up his body, licking up the length of his abs.

"You taste like power," she whispered in his ear.

He grabbed her hips, helping to position her over his cock. He reached a hand down, to circle her clit, and froze.

"You're soaking wet, Peony. Does it turn you on, to give me pleasure?"

Peony blushed, suddenly shy. He gripped her hips harder, and her eyes snapped to his.

"Tell me."

"Yes, Tom."

"Good girl."

Tom guided her down onto his cock. She closed her eyes as she sank down. He helped her to move, thrusting up into her as she sank down on his length, heightening the sensation.

He had a thought suddenly. He left one hand on her hip, and grabbed her horcrux with the other. She continued to work over him as he took the locket in his hand, and ran his thumb over the face of it in circles.

Peony immediately began to shiver over him. She tried to get words out, but they came out in broken pieces.

"I can…I can feel that…everywhere…my soul…my body. Tom."

Her rhythm stuttered as her walls began to clench around his cock. Tom pushed down harder on the face of the locket as he rubbed, and Peony let out a yell as her orgasm crashed over her. Tom's orgasm crashed over him just a second later.

Peony collapsed over Tom, resting her head on his chest. Tom combed his hands through her hair, as she came down.

"Must we go?" Tom asked, as he pulled a tie on.

Peony took over tying it, enjoying one more excuse to touch him before they left the seclusion of their bedroom. Food had been delivered by cart left outside their room by house elves. They had not left the room except to fetch the cart a couple times each day.

"Unless you plan to conquer the world from this bedroom, we must."

Tom gave her a suggestive look, and she couldn't resist the giggles that spilled out. She cherished this side of Tom that no one else ever got to see. It was just hers.

"I suppose you're right. Besides, I have some things to attend to before Abraxas' and Renata's wedding."

"What's that?" Peony asked curiously.

"You'll see."

Tom and Peony entered the dining room. Renata stood to her feet and held out her arms, and Peony gave her a hug. She took her seat at Tom's left side, and Renata sat beside her so they could chat about her upcoming nuptials.

Orion entered a few moments later, and took a seat beside Abraxas. He took a flask of something out of his robes, and passed it to Tom.

"Did you have any trouble?" Tom asked.

"None."

Tom passed the flask to Abraxas, who sniffed it once, before pouring some into a teacup, and drinking it. The other half he poured into a teacup, and handed to Renata. She looked at him, a serious look on her face.

"Is this?"

He nodded, and she drank the entire teacup at once. Tom looked at them, proud.

"What's going on?" Peony asked in confusion.

"They just took the Elixir of Life," Tom told her.

Peony looked around, wide eyed. Orion laughed as comprehension began to dawn on her face.

"I don't have to lose you?"

"You don't have to lose us," Abraxas confirmed.

Peony yelped in excitement. She got out of her seat, and sat on Tom's lap to hug him, overcome by joy. She looked over at her brother, who was smiling happily, and then at Renata.

"What about Orion?" She asked.

The man shrugged, "Tom offered, but I don't want to live forever. Not with Walburga, anyways. Maybe later, if I meet someone that makes it worth it. Of course, I've been bound by an Unbreakable Vow to keep your secret, so I won't tell anyone."

Peony looked sternly at Tom, but he merely shrugged, and squeezed her waist.

"It had to be done."

Tom danced Peony around the ballroom of Lestrange Manor.

Renata and Abraxas had disappeared after opening the dancing. Renata's parents looked extremely annoyed, but Peony and Tom found it hard to care. She wouldn't be surprised if they didn't surface from their wing of Malfoy Manor for a week or so.

They were good people, who had followed every Pureblood etiquette rule. They deserved some time to themselves.

The Wizengamot would convene again in Fall, and Tom and Abraxas would be busy once again.

Peony sat down on a bench in the hall of Grimmauld Place and rubbed her temples.

She loved Orion, truly she did, but Walburga made her want to claw her own eardrums out. She was incredibly noxious about blood purity. It made her love Orion even more, that he managed not to throttle her.

Tom found her and sat down beside her.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"I'm going to kill her one day," Peony whispered.

Tom replaced her hands with his, rubbing her temples gently.

"I could do it now if you like," he offered.

The sounds of music filtered out of the sitting room, and Peony barely resisted the urge to take Tom up on his offer.

"Not yet, but you could get rid of Orion's father, if you feel so inclined."

"May I ask why?"

"He'll only get in your way. He's a staunch blood purist. Orion is already loyal to you. Perhaps we can get Walburga some kind of medication to make her less terrible, for the time being. We can tell Kreacher it's vitamins, and have him put it into her food."

"I'll look into it, love."

"Thank you, Tom."

By the end of the week Orion was Lord Black, and Walburga was on medication that made her significantly less volatile.

Tom woke Peony with a kiss on her shoulder. Peony's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at Tom.

"It's been three weeks since our wedding."

"You want to do the test, don't you?"

Tom nodded enthusiastically. Peony rolled over and removed the blankets from over her body.

Tom waved his wand over her abdomen, saying the necessary incantation. Her stomach glowed a soft gold.

Tom's eyes grew wide, "You did it. You're pregnant."

Peony smiled as tears began to gather in her eyes.

"We did it, Tom. You have a Heir."

Tom laid down beside her and pulled her into his arms, combing his hands through her long blonde hair.

"We made a baby," he whispered in awe.

"It's a good thing the builders are putting a nursery in the Manor," Peony laughed.

"I want to marry her," Lord Felix Rosier said.

"And you seek my approval?" Tom asked.

Felix nodded. Peony sat demurely waiting for Tom's answer, though she knew it would be yes. He had been the one to tell the Knights to seek out Halfbloods for marriage.

Peony happened to know that Felix had harbored a crush on the blonde Hufflepuff before Tom even suggested they marry Halfbloods. Tom's declaration had been his saving grace.

"She knows what we do?" Tom asked measuredly.

"She knows enough. She knows we want to reform how the Ministry restricts our magic. She knows you lead us, and will run for Minister of Magic one day. She's supportive."

Tom nodded, "You have my approval. Get some protective jewelry on her immediately. There will be those who don't like the match. We'll deal with them."

Felix nodded excitedly. He looked at Peony, and she beamed at him.

"You have our support. Go get your girl."

He turned and left the Manor, a pep in his step.

The next few months passed quickly.

The Summer heat gave way to the cool air of Fall. The Wizengamot reconvened, and Peony made herself busy with acquainting herself with their sprawling new manor.

Slytherin Manor was gorgeous.

The builders had done an absolutely marvelous job. They managed to make a brand new manor look like it had been there for centuries, in the best of ways.

Dark wood details complimented luxurious green fabrics, Slytherin family heirlooms, and antiques that had been painstakingly picked out.

A library stood, many shelves empty, ready to be filled throughout the years. A nursery and ballroom wanted to be of use, as well as the Quidditch Pitch that Tom had promised her.

Tom looked at Peony over his morning tea.

"We need to tell Abraxas and Renata."

"What if something happens?" Peony asked worriedly.

"Nothing will happen, and if it did, you would want their support."

Peony nodded. She had barely managed to keep her pregnancy a secret from Renata thus far. Her naturally petite stature, and her propensity for full skirts seemed to help.

She had been practically inhaling peppermint tea to help with her morning sickness, that was more like all day sickness.

"Will you see Brax at the Ministry today?" She asked.

Tom nodded.

"Why don't you invite him over for dinner? Renata will no doubt stop by sometime today, and I can let her know as well. We'll tell them tonight."

Tom nodded, and kissed her goodbye.

Peony sat at the table in the kitchen. The room was spinning once again, as she waited for her peppermint tea that the house elves were preparing.

"Rolly!" She called.

An elder house elf hurried over with a bucket, and Peony emptied the contents of her stomach into it.

Abraxas entered the kitchen at that moment with Tom and Renata. They had looked through the manor, unable to find her. Abraxas rushed to her side, and put a hand on her forehead.

"Are you okay Peony?"

Rolly scurried off and Dobby brought her a pot of peppermint tea. Renata smirked at her.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" Tom asked.

"A week ago, but it's polite to wait until someone's ready to talk about it."

"What is going on?!" Abraxas asked, wild eyed.

"I'm pregnant," Peony said softly.

"You too?!" Abraxas asked wildly.

Tom looked between Renata and Peony, "You're pregnant too?"

Renata nodded her head with a small smile. Tom sat down next to his wife, and poured her a cup of tea.

"Hogwarts won't know what hit them in eleven years."

Peony chuckled as she took the cup from him.

"I expect you to get that Basilisk out of the Chamber by the time our children are in school."

"Where am I supposed to put it?!" Tom asked innocently.

"I don't know, just not where our child can stumble upon it."

Reanta and Abraxas chuckled at their bickering as Renata sipped on her own cup of peppermint tea.

Peony and Renata's pregnancies passed by as they were wont to do- quickly, and excruciatingly slow. The morning sickness calmed down a bit after the first trimester.

Abraxas and Tom became even more protective, forbidding excursions off the family property, without a Knight to act as a guard.

Peony thought it was a bit overkill, but she went along with it. Tom was still consolidating power, still dealing with blood purists that didn't like his new way of thinking.

Attacking his pregnant wife would be low, but not unheard of. She might be immortal, but her unborn child was not. She wouldn't risk their safety for anything.

Tom and Abraxas became doting in response. They bought home presents for their wives, and their unborn children. They were the first of all the Knights to become father's, and they were incredibly proud.

Peony was putting the finishing touches on the nursery. She picked up a tiny jewelry box she found on a side table and opened it.

"Tom?"

Her husband came into the room, smiling like a loon. She was due any day now, and he was the happiest she had ever seen him.

"Is it time, love?"

Peony shook her head with a laugh. She held up the jewelry box between them.

"Is this a baby sized signet ring?"

Tom smiled, but said nothing.

"Why does our baby need a signet ring?"

"To show other babies they're better than them. Of course once I commissioned one, then Abraxas had to have one too. So now both our children have signet rings."

Peony smiled, endlessly amused that the Dark Lord and her brother were in some kind of shopping battle for their unborn children.

She felt her stomach tense, pain starting to rack her body. She put one hand on a chair, and Tom rushed to her side. She had been having these contractions all morning, but wasn't concerned until now.

"Are you okay?"

"I think it's time to send for the Healer, Tom."

Tom held Heir Hadrian Tom Slytherin in his arms.

Peony was exhausted, and sleeping in their bed. Hadrian was perfect. He looked like a perfect replica of his father, except for Peony's piercing gray eyes.

Rolly approached, a letter on a silver tray.

"Read it," Tom ordered softly.

He dare not wake his wife, or slumbering baby.

"It is from Lord Malfoy, Master. Lady Malfoy went into labor last night. Heir Lucius Abraxas Malfoy was born this morning. Both Mother and Child are well, and resting."

Tom nodded, "Send back news of Peony and Hadrian. I forgot in all the hubbub."

Rolly nodded, curtsied, and made her way out of the room to fulfill her masters orders.