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Again

April 2008

"That's it, no more sex." Hermione Malfoy was mad. He hadn't heard her this mad in a long time. Probably even in school. She now stormed into his office. Their four-month-old daughter on her hip, she came straight for him. "You probably think this is funny, don't you?"

"Darling, mother is sitting right there."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She turned to Narcissa. "You don't still believe in the bees and the birds, do you?"

Hermione didn't wait for her mother-in-law to answer. She slammed something on his desk that he hadn't seen before. It was a weird sort of stick with a purple side and a small window. He picked it up so he could read the writing better. He deflated at the little word.

"We used the potion and I swear I used all compatible charms."

"Right, and yet here we are. I'm telling you Malfoy if this happens again, no more sex."

"What do you mean, if this happens again, don't we have a few months, before this could happen again?" He could see his mother walking over and stood himself, to round his desk.

"Don't even think about Darlinging me." She poked a finger in his chest.

"So that stick?"

"Muggles use it as a test. I was sure that stupid spell was wrong. Influenced by the last one or something." She glanced at Narcissa, who silently stood next to the pair, trying to find the right time to ask for Ivy. She rolled her eyes, before carefully shifting the baby and handing her over.

"So what is it, you two are arguing about?"

"She is pregnant." "I'm pregnant." They glared at each other, but both knew it was in good cheer. There was an almost silent "oh" next to them, which they both missed when he pulled her into his arms. His hands drew small circles on her back, while Narcissa whispered something to her granddaughter, before stepping out.

"You do realize, if I'm not having sex after this baby is born, we will have to cancel all our other engagements until it is." There was a rough slap against his arm only widening his grin.

"You are not turning me into a house witch."

"Wouldn't dream of it, darling."