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The Malfoys were very fortunate that Draco's impressive reputation with Voldemort led him to believe Lucius's story.
A burial was held for Draco, his wife, and his child.
Instead of bodies, Lucius used wax dolls that had been carefully enchanted to appear as the real corpses of those supposedly entombed.
After the sham funeral, life at Malfoy Manor in the British wizarding world droned on.
The war raged while Lucius and Narcissa were forced to harbor Voldemort and his elite members for frequent meetings.
Neither of the Malfoys had any more interest in continuing with the Dark Lord's regime, unfortunately, they found themselves unable to leave at will.
As time dragged on, Lucius and Draco occasionally met each other for quick briefings every couple of months.
Those short visits carried great risk and were intentionally conducted in some of the harshest places on earth to avoid Voldemort's spies.
One early morning, while the icy wind whipped through their blonde hair, father and son whispered to each other as they hunched their backs and shivered against the unforgiving cold.
"Do you think it may be over soon, Father?" Draco asked through chattering teeth.
"It is my hope, Draco." Lucius replied in a quivering hiss, "I've heard a boy your age they call the Chosen One is gathering his strength. Let us believe that the Dark Lord's end may be hastened by his challenge."
In the bitter cold, Draco's pale skin seemed almost transparent.
"The girl and child are doing well?" Lucius asked.
"Wonderfully!" Draco replied, "His first birthday is next week."
"I'll thank you not to remind me." Lucius replied as he raised his wand to apparate away, "Your mother has wept over the matter for two days."
Draco frowned as his father left him alone on the snowy landscape with the cold wind rustling through his feathery hair.
It felt unnatural to Lord Malfoy…….to have gained so much yet be so far from his parents.
Malfoys respected family ties.
Malfoys were meant to be together, not divided by circumstance.
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Scorpius's first birthday was a cause for massive celebration in the reclusive castle.
Although the huge, stone estate was staffed by only Mr. and Mrs. Granger, with Hermione, Draco, and Scorpius as its other inhabitants, the small group of four threw a happy party for the smiling baby boy.
Scorpius remained ignorant to the somberness that surrounded his life as he gladly played, slept, and ate the day away.
Mrs. Granger baked her grandson a very small cake, which he enjoyed sticking his tiny fingers into as his father tried to show him how to eat the treat.
Toys had been bought in secret from the village below by Mr. Granger, who had ventured out of the castle wearing a disguise.
Draco had placed charms and enchantments all around the building and the surrounding area, but that didn't ease his lingering paranoia of a potential discovery.
It would only take one set of eyes or one set of ears to uncover their ruse and end their lives……
By the conclusion of the day, Scorpius laid asleep with his cheek squished against his mother's chest as Hermione and Draco carried their exhausted little one up to his nursery.
Draco kissed the top of his son's head before Hermione gave him one last cuddle and laid him down gently in his cot.
Once they were satisfied that their son had been tucked into his small bed, they smiled down at him as they watched him sleep for a moment.
Eventually, Draco placed his hand on Hermione's lower back as he put out the light in Scorpius's room, escorted his wife out of the nursery, and down the hall to their own bedchamber.
As soon as they closed their door, Draco turned towards Hermione and caught her lips in a deep kiss.
His hands slipped over her waist as she clutched onto his shirt while their passion ignited.
If anything, the constant threat of death made their lovemaking more frequent, regardless of the fact that Hermione hadn't exprenciend a heat since Scorpius's arrival.
Draco cared little if his wife was in heat or not as he lifted her into his arms and carried her bridal style over to their soft bed.
"Draco……." Hermione whispered as her husband gently sat her down on top of the sumptuous covers and fluffy pillows.
"I need you, Hermione……." Draco purred in his smooth voice as he gently stroked her cheek with the back of his index finger, "Need to touch you, need to taste you…….Won't you let me? Please, darling? Will you satisfy your alpha?"
Hermione's legs wrapped around his waist before either of them noticed as a pleased smirk danced across Draco's lips.
He vanished their clothes with a hasty spell and barely managed to cast the Silencing Charm before their feverish kissing resumed.
After Draco slipped into Hermione, he listened to the cries that came from her sweet lips while they coupled.
It amused him to think of what could have occurred had he been lackadaisical enough to forget the need of silence.
Scorpius, the Grangers, everyone in the castle would have woken.
Draco placed wet, sucking kisses down Hermione's exposed throat while she threw her head back against the pillows as his fingers found the exposed, sensitive crest of her womanhood.
He swallowed her cries like a hungry animal.
Draco liked to see his refined lady in such a state, loud, natural, primal……raw.
Hermione belonged to him and Draco greatly enjoyed reminding her of that, heat or not.
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In the aftermath of their lovemaking, the youngest Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy laid together in a heap of racing hearts, tangled limbs, and flushed cheeks.
Draco tried to contain his own ecstasy but Hermione heard the way he gasped for air as he found his own release after she came down from her peak of bliss.
She delighted in the pounding of his heart that she heard clearly through his chest as she laid her ear against his bare skin.
"I love you, Draco." Hermione whispered into the candlelight while they lay together in their stone room, illuminated only by the sole stick of wax that burned on top of the nightstand.
"You know that my heart feels the same for you, my darling." Draco whispered as he bent down and affectionately kissed the top of Hermione's head.
It delighted him to feel her thick, chestnut tresses brush against his lips.
"...Draco?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, love?" He replied.
"When this war is over, will we stay here or return to your home?" Hermione asked as she glanced up at her husband with a pout.
Draco smiled softly as he brushed a stray strand of her wavy hair behind her ear before he nodded, "What a silly notion! My home is with you…….When this war is over and we're free to wander the earth if we like, we will go where you want to go, and stay where you want to stay. If you decide our place is here, then that is where we'll be…..If you choose to return with me to my parents' estate, then that is what we'll do instead……..If you choose to build other properties, for your parents and for ourselves, then we will manage that also."
"You're the alpha!" Hermione chuckled.
"I am, yes, but you are my omega." Draco reminded her as he leaned in and gave her a tender kiss. He pulled away to rest his forehead against hers as he whispered, "My wife, my world……Your happiness remains my most important duty and my greatest pleasure."
His words lifted Hermione's heart.
She smiled as she closed her eyes, tilted her face, and gave Draco another luxurious, loving kiss.
As Draco pulled her back into his arms for another round, she wrapped her thighs over his hips once more and sighed in delighted anticipation.
Hermione wanted the war to end soon.
She was impatient to live freely with her lover.
That's all Lady Granger had wanted from the very beginning, to be with Lord Malfoy, uninhibited and undisturbed.