A/N: Sorry for the delay. RL has been very busy/trying lately. But after this chapter, there are only 3 left! Although they aren't written yet, I'm hoping to have this story done before winter.

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Two days later and Hermione, Lucius, and Severus found themselves back at her parent's house. Whistleby had asked them to stay away until today and Hermione's nerves were practically wrecked. Her entire body trembled as she leaned into Lucius for support. She wasn't sure what to expect, but when her mother opened the door and immediately enveloped her into a fierce hug, it was too much. Hermione broke down. She'd missed her mum so, so much and hadn't even begun to hope that her mother would welcome her back.

A large hand settled on her back and Hermione turned to see her dad standing there. She offered him a tremulous smile and threw her arms around his shoulders. He hugged her tight as Hermione's tears drenched his shirt.

"I'm sorry," Hermione mumbled. "So sorry."

"Shh, love, it's alright," Helena said as she ran a soothing hand down Hermione's back.

Richard stepped back from her with a frown. "What's this?" He indicated her rounded belly. Hermione was still wearing the baggy dresses, hiding her condition. She hadn't wanted her parents to know, not right away anyway.

"I'm pregnant," Hermione said quietly looking at the floor. Both her parents stepped away from her, but Lucius was quick to put his hand on the small of her back. She felt grateful for his support.

"I think you have some explaining to do," Richard said coldly and turned on his heel, stalking deeper into the house.

Hermione took a deep breath, bracing herself for the coming conversation.

Helena gave her a tight smile and offered tea for the three of them. They were soon ensconced once more in her parents sitting room. Nobody spoke for a long moment. Hermione knew she ought to say something, anything. To explain to her parents why she had Obliviated them. To tell them about the war. And most importantly, tell them about Severus and Lucius, but it felt as if she'd eaten a large spoonful of peanut butter. Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth.

"Well, are you going to explain yourself, young lady?" Richard finally snapped.

"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered. "I'm sorry I took your memories. I was just trying to keep you sa—"

"I know," Richard said. "I want to know why you showed up here pregnant. You're only twenty for God's sake! And which one of those lechers is responsible, hmm?"

Richard glared at both Severus and Lucius. Hermione shrank in on herself. This was not going at all how she had planned.

"Don't speak to her that way," Lucius growled. "She's been through a lot, more than you'll ever be able to understand. As for the child, it will be taken care of, just as she will."

"So you're the father then?" Richard accused.

"I am," Lucius stated stiffly. He wrapped a protective arm around Hermione's shoulders and she found herself burrowing into his side. She felt like a coward but didn't have the energy to fight with her parents. She just got them back.

Richard sneered at Lucius and looked him up and down. "How old are you? You have to be my age, at least! You're too old for her, that's for sure!"

"Richard, calm down," Helena said, placing a hand on his arm.

"That man is fathering your grandchild! You can't tell me you're happy with that!"

"I'm not particularly," Helena said. "But it's not our choice. Hermione is an adult. Besides, I'm more upset that she stole our memories then that she's pregnant. Are you married?"

"No," Hermione whispered as her cheeks flushed red. She never wanted to be pregnant or married. At least not this early in her life. She felt like she had so much more to do in life. Now, as her mother was not so kindly pointing out, she'd basically ruined it by getting up the duff. She dropped her head into her hands, feeling the tears leak out, but not being able to stop them.

"May I speak with you both?" Lucius said tightly and Hermione heard movement. Then a moment later she heard the sound of a Muffliato being cast. A hand on her back told her Severus was still there.

"They hate me," Hermione mumbled.

Severus sighed. "They are your parents. They don't hate you."

"They do!" Hermione insisted. "They hate me because I stole their memories! They hate me because I'm pregnant! They hate me because of Lucius! They'd hate me because of you too!"

"They don't hate you," Severus said again. "They may be disappointed in your choices, but they don't hate you."

Hermione nodded miserably but didn't believe him.


Lucius was livid, he pulled Hermione's parents into their kitchen and threw up a Muffliato so that Hermione wouldn't hear what he was about to say.

"Your daughter survived a war. Not just any war, but a war in which she was tortured. Brutally. And yet she survived. People who have been tortured as she has have lost their minds. Become little more than idiots! But not her! She has so much strength." Lucius breathed heavily and turned away from the Muggles. He wanted to strangle them both for hurting Hermione.

"And exactly who are you?" Richard demanded. "I want to know why our nineteen-year-old daughter has shown up on our doorstep with two middle-aged men! You're both old enough to be her father!"

"I assure you, Mr and Mrs Granger, that I have nothing but the best of intentions for your daughter. I love her and would have her for my wife if she agreed," Lucius stated stiffly. He didn't care to share his feelings like this, but he was a father too and knew that Richard probably felt violated and used.

"And yet you still got her up the duff before marriage," Richard accused.

"Richard," Helena said softly. "Accidents do happen."

"Hermione was under the impression she could not conceive," Lucius responded. "We were less than careful because of the circumstances. It is something I regret."

Richard harrumphed, but Helena smiled softly at him. Lucius hoped that meant he was getting somewhere with them.

"Hermione's pregnancy has been difficult. Wizarding pregnancies are different than Muggle ones and she's been struggling. I know that this situation is less than ideal," Richard harrumphed again, but Lucius soldiered on, "but please, think of Hermione and the child she carries and calm your temper."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Richard raged and Lucius felt the iron grip on his temper loosen.

"Listen here," Lucius hissed. "The only reason we're even in this Merlin-forsaken country is because your daughter wanted to find you. Because she wanted to bring your memories back to you so she could have you in her life. She has nothing since she chose to protect you in the only way she knew how." Lucius stopped before he said what he was really thinking. That he wished he'd known or that he wished Severus had known. One of them would have helped her. Would have helped her hide her parents in a way that wouldn't have caused so much strife. If only he'd known. He would have protected and taken care of Hermione. He felt his chest constrict at the emotion he was trying to hold in check.

Helena approached and laid her hand on his arm, startling him out of his reverie.

"You love her." It was a statement. Lucius nodded tightly. "Then you have my blessing. Just take care of her. I'm not sure we were ever going to be able to take care of her the way she needed. Not since she started at Hogwarts, anyway. She's been drifting away from us for years."

"Helena!" Richard snapped. "She's our daughter!"

"Richard," Helena said quietly, "I'm tired of trying to understand her world. He will take care of her the way we can't."

"Because he's old enough to be her father!"

"So?" Helena responded. "Does it matter? If he cares for her, and he obviously does, then we shouldn't interfere. She wouldn't want that."

"I think what she wants is her parents back," Lucius interjected. He didn't really want to witness this argument. He'd thought that perhaps Helena understood, but with her comments on not wanting to understand Hermione, he realized that she just wanted them to be gone. To not be here bothering them. He felt his heart wrench for Hermione. Whatever she had hoped to get out of this, she probably wouldn't be getting and Lucius knew that it was going to be up to him and Severus to pick up the pieces.


Nobody looked happy when they returned from the kitchen and Hermione held her breath as her parents settled back onto the sofa.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said again. She didn't hang her head this time, she wanted them to know how deeply, terribly sorry she was for the pain she had caused them.

"It's alright," Helena said stiffly and Hermione nodded, blinking back tears at her mother's tone. She had hoped, but now she knew for sure. Her mother was politely cool with her.

"It'll only be alright if he mans up and marries her," Richard nodded toward Lucius who was lingering at the doorway. "Otherwise she'll be a single mum with nobody around to help take care of the child."

Hermione's heart lurched at the thought that her parents weren't interested in helping her take care of their grandchild if it came to that. She didn't think Lucius or Severus would let it come to that, but the thought that her parents were so upset with her they wouldn't help made her breath catch.

"I'll marry her as soon as she'll have me," Lucius declared.

Hermione gasped and tore her eyes from her parents to Lucius. His face was a cool mask and she had no idea if he only said it to appease her father or if it was something he truly felt.

"Good."

"Would you consider coming back to London?" Hermione asked, turning her attention back to her parents. She could think on Lucius' words later.

"No," Helena stated. "I don't think we will. We enjoy the weather here. And we've got a house and a practice." She shook her head and didn't meet Hermione's eyes.

"Alright," Hermione said calmly while trying to hold back her tears once more. She'd never been so weepy and couldn't believe that this was her life now. Crying at everything. It was getting tiresome.

"I think we'll be leaving in the morning," Lucius said.

"Leaving?" Hermione asked, looking sharply at him once more.

"Back to Britain. It won't be long before you can't travel at all."

"Bu—" Severus cut her off with a hand on her thigh.

Hermione nodded. They were trying to protect her from her parents she realized. It was clear that neither her mum nor her dad seemed interested in furthering their relationship just now. She stood from the sofa, Severus helping her and bid her parents goodbye.

Two hugs later and she, Severus, and Lucius Apparated back to her hotel room. Hermione didn't feel like talking to anyone, so she shut herself away in the bathroom, claiming she needed a relaxing bath.


The following morning, Severus and Lucius guided her back to the Australian Ministry and via portkey back to England. She floated along and followed every suggestion they made. What did she care? It wasn't like her parents cared about her at all. She spent the time trying to wrap her mind around being orphaned again. It was harder this time when there wasn't a war looming over her. When certain death wasn't knocking at her door and she had all the time in the world to think about how much her parents must hate her. It was much, much harder to reconcile that she was essentially an orphan.

Her first day back, Hermione hid in her parent's house. She didn't want to see anyone. She especially didn't want anyone to recognize the fact that she was pregnant. That wouldn't be good for either her or Lucius' reputation. So she hid away, watching terrible programs on the telly and eating junk food. She knew it wasn't healthy, but in a way, she was mourning the loss of her parents. She'd always held off before, knowing that they were alive and all she had to do was find a way to restore their memories. She should have known better. That even if their memories did get restored that their relationship would be completely ruined by her actions. Stealing someone's memories was a horrific violation and Hermione was ashamed she did it, although she was happy that her parents were still alive. If it cost Hermione her relationship with her parents to have them still alive, it was something she thought she could live with. But being able to live with something didn't mean that she also couldn't mourn it.

Harry found her later that day as she was halfway through a pint of ice cream.

"Oh, Hermione," he said sadly and settled next to her on the sofa. He held out her arm and she found her head nestled into his chest as she cried. Again. She was heartily sick of crying, and yet, here she was.

"They hate me," Hermione murmured as Harry held her.

"They don't hate you. Nobody could hate you," Harry told her and kissed the top of her head. "They are just upset at the violation. They'll definitely want to meet the little baby you're cooking in there."

Hermione pulled back. "How do you know?"

"Draco told me. He's stopped Lucius from coming by at least a dozen times today, by the by. Draco seemed to think that you needed me more than his dad," Harry chuckled lightly.

Hermione just sat miserably. "I don't know what I need."

"It's alright. It'll get a little better every day," Harry murmured into her hair as he pulled her in for another hug. Hermione settled herself against him and found herself falling asleep within moments.


"Time to get up, sunshine," a low voice said in her ear. Hermione mumbled something and rolled over, before realizing that lying on her stomach was not happening. She rolled back onto her back and found Lucius standing over her.

"Hello."

"Time to get up," Lucius said with a small smile.

Hermione nodded blearily and slowly sat up in bed. The sight before her startled her. All of her things were zooming out of closets and drawers to be packed away in a couple of trunks sitting at the end of her bed.

"What's all this?"

"You're moving to the Manor," Lucius said with a tone of finality. Hermione thought about arguing, but decided that being in Lucius' presence more could only be a good thing. Already she was feeling loads better than the day before.

"What, no argument?" Lucius asked a few moments later when Hermione hadn't said anything.

"No argument," Hermione replied. Lucius got into bed with her and settled behind her. She leaned her back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Well, if you aren't arguing today, perhaps I could persuade you to marry me then too?" Lucius' voice was hopeful and Hermione hated to not give in, but she truly did not want to get married just because they were having a baby. She didn't think she ever wanted to get married, it had never been a goal of hers. And she knew, even if she did get married, she wouldn't want to take her husband's name. How could she tell that to Lucius though? He would be entirely offended if she didn't take his last name.

"I don't think I'm ready for marriage," Hermione whispered instead.

"Alright," Lucius said calmly.

"No arguments?" Hermione asked.

"Not today."

Hermione smiled and soon fell asleep again, wrapped in Lucius' arms.


Lucius walked into his bedroom a few days after Hermione had moved in to see her and Severus kissing. He loved watching them. He loved it more when they let him take control. Let him play with them how he wanted. They hadn't played like that in so long that he could only hope they would cooperate tonight.

He cleared his throat startling them. Hermione smiled at him and Severus smirked.

"Strip her," Lucius commanded as he walked closer, tapping his cane along the floor meaningfully.

Hermione's breath hitched and she bit her bottom lip. Severus' smirk deepened. Slowly, so slowly, Severus took one hand and brushed her hair away from one shoulder where he slipped the strap of her bra down, past the edge of her dress. It dangled tantalizingly off her shoulder as Severus shifted to stand behind her. He turned Hermione so she was fully facing Lucius. A tap of his cane on the floor and a wide armchair flew from the side of the room to behind Lucius where he took a seat, balancing his cane across his knees as he enjoyed the show in front of him.

Severus' hands were now at Hermione's waist and drifting lower when they reached as far as Severus could go without stooping, he began gathering the fabric of her sundress. Lucius watched as inch by inch her creamy skin was revealed. Hermione's breath quickened at the slow seduction and Lucius was pleased when her eyes drifted toward the bulge in his pants and didn't move.

"See something you like?" he asked.

"Yes," she breathed.

A moment later, Severus had her entire dress off and Lucius was sure he'd never seen a more beautiful sight. She was round with his child and positively glowing. Her knickers were a scrap of black lace and her bra a matching set. Severus tweaked her nipples through her bra and she arched back against him, shoving her breasts into his large hands.

Lucius loved it. He loved the sight of his lovers pleasing each other. "Her knickers," he commanded Severus.

Severus knelt behind Hermione and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, slowly sliding them down her long legs until she was able to step out of them. Her mons was hidden by her curls, and Severus dragged his hands back up her legs, sliding one finger through her slit and curls, causing her to arch once more.

"Beautiful," Lucius hummed at the sight before him. Severus pushed both bra straps down her shoulders and met Lucius' eye, raising his eyebrow, asking the question.

Lucius nodded and soon Hermione's bra had met the floor as well. She was like a goddess standing before him and Lucius found himself adjusting his cock as it strained against his trousers.

"Severus' turn, Hermione," Lucius said.

Her eyes snapped open and she smiled at him. Turning quickly to give Lucius a view of her delectable backside, she made quick work of Severus' shirt. Pushing it from his shoulders as soon as she'd unbuttoned it. Then she dropped to her knees and began working on his belt and trousers. The sight of her on the floor on her knees was almost enough to do Lucius in. He suddenly wanted her mouth on him. Soon, Severus was as naked as she.

"Now me, pet," Lucius murmured. Hermione stood from her kneeling position and approached him. He had far more clothes on, having just arrived home from the Ministry, but she soon had him bare from the waist up. He pushed his cane against her shoulder lightly, making her kneel before him and she began on his socks and boots, then his trousers.

Severus stroked his hardening cock as he watched them with hooded eyes. Lucius beckoned him forward as Hermione lowered Lucius' trousers. He helped her by lifting his hips and soon he was as naked as Hermione and Severus.

Hermione eyed his cock and Lucius grasped it, placing the tip against her closed lips. She wasn't called the brightest witch of her age for nothing. That was all she needed to open her mouth and allow the head of his cock to slip into her wet heat. Lucius panted heavily as she sucked on just the head. Merlin, the things she could do with her mouth. Catching Severus' eye, Lucius beckoned the man over.

"Behind her," he ordered and Severus pulled Hermione to her knees. A few flicks of Severus' hand and he buried himself inside Hermione's sheath. Hermione moaned around Lucius' cock making him see stars. He tightened his grip on his cane to keep himself from coming. He wanted to enjoy this. He wanted Hermione falling apart around Severus before Lucius took her. But if she kept moaning around his cock like that, he wasn't sure he would be able to keep from spilling his seed down her throat. How pretty she looked with her mouth around his cock.

Severus' rhythm sped up and it became too much for Hermione, she pulled off of Lucius' cock and leaned her head against his thigh as Severus pounded into her from behind.

"More. Merlin. Fuck. More!" Hermione groaned as she rocked her hips back into Severus'.

Watching them together was almost as bad as having Hermione suck his cock. He was grateful for the respite, but the way their bodies moved and writhed was incredibly enticing. Severus had a hand on her hip, and another below her, probably thumbing her clit.

Lucius had a desire to see her breasts bounce and used his cane to push on Hermione's shoulder. Severus took the hint and hauled her upright. Her thighs spread over Severus' as his cock split her in two. The tempo was so fast that Severus' cock was just a blur. Lucius' hand drifted back to his cock as Hermione lifted and held her breasts, pinching her own nipples while Severus pinched her clit.

Watching the moment she fell was almost enough to truly put Lucius over the edge. Her face reddened, she stopped breathing for a moment, her entire body clenching and then she was flying apart and practically boneless in Severus' arms. Severus' grunt through his own completion moments later was the finale to the orchestra of Hermione's moans.

They both slithered bonelessly to the floor.

"Next time, let's do this on the bed," Severus complained. "My knees aren't what they used to be."

Lucius smirked as he helped first Hermione off the floor and then Severus.

"We shall be adjourning to the bed, my dear," Lucius told Hermione with a wink at Severus.

Hermione smiled sleepily at him and Lucius knew that her energy was almost spent. He settled her into the middle of the bed and beckoned Severus over. Hermione lay on her side, and Severus in front of her, while Lucius settled behind her. He lifted her leg over his and within moments was sheathed in her tight cunt. It was better than her mouth and so incredibly slick from both her and Severus' release. Lucius wrapped his arms around her and began a slow rhythm as Severus plucked at her breasts.

Hermione's breath hitched and she cried out for more.

"Yes," Lucius groaned, increasing his pace. He would give her everything.