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Harry nervously wiped his palms on the leg of his trousers. He knew he shouldn't be nervous, Draco would definitely show up. But suddenly he was unsure if they were moving too fast. If this was the right thing to do. It made his heart race at the thought that maybe Draco wouldn't show up.

"Calm down," Hermione murmured as she placed a palm on his shoulder. "Draco's upstairs. Lucius is fixing his bowtie."

Finally, Harry felt like he could take a breath. "Alright."

Hermione smirked at him and Harry pulled her into a hug. "What would I do without you?"

"Probably have a panic attack, freak out, and then miss your own wedding," Hermione replied.

Harry laughed. "Probably. I'm so glad you are here today."

Hermione pulled away from him and grimaced for a moment, running a hand over her round belly, soothingly. "He or she is kicking hard today."

"I still can't believe it," Harry said as he stared down at her belly. "Who would have thought that at nineteen, Hermione Granger would be up the duff."

Hermione glared at him. "I honestly didn't think I could get pregnant Harry Potter. Did you want to discuss the reasons why I thought that?" She arched her eyebrow at him and he shuddered. He absolutely did not want to hear about her menstrual cycle and shook his head fervently.

"That's what I thought," she murmured as she turned around to take in the small back garden of Grimmauld Place. "It looks lovely."

"Thanks," Harry replied. He and Draco had opted for a small ceremony with a tiny reception to follow. Neither wanted a huge to-do with media and hundreds of people present. This was just for them. They'd decorated the garden in fairy lights and had a small flowered arch near the back wall where they would stand to get married. There was only room for twenty guests seated and Hermione and Pansy who were standing up for Harry and Draco, respectively. He smiled at Hermione who had opted to wear the fitted tuxedo to match Pansy's. Harry didn't care what she wore, but she'd decided she would match the rest of the bridal party. Even if her tuxedo had to be modified to fit her growing abdomen.

"You look good, 'Mione," Harry said, drawing her attention back to him as guests began filtering into the ceremony area. Kreacher was dutifully showing guests through Grimmauld Place and to the back garden. The reception would take place on the second floor in the newly redone library. Over the last few months, Harry and Draco had spent the time to redo almost every room in the house.

Hermione glanced at her watch and Harry felt his palms begin to sweat once more. "You'll be fine," she said.

Harry nodded and turned to greet the official they'd hired from the Ministry to perform the ceremony. He shouldn't be nervous, Draco was here, getting ready as Hermione had stated. They'd woken up together this morning and Draco had given no indication that he was unhappy with their plans for the day. Hermione touched his shoulder once more and Harry turned to find each of the guests in place. Every chair was full and Pansy was exiting the back of the house.

"Breathe," Hermione whispered as Pansy made her way down the short aisle and to stand opposite Hermione. Harry nodded and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he looked up Draco was standing on the back step with his patinent smirk on his face. Harry promptly forgot to breathe again when Draco began sauntering forward. "He would saunter," Hermione muttered behind him, releasing all of Harry's tension as he smiled at his soon-to-be husband. Draco's smirk transformed into a brilliant smile as he reached Harry.

Harry desperately wanted to lean forward to kiss Draco, but Hermione's nudge behind him brought him back to the present. The ceremony was short and sweet. Just how he and Draco wanted it. As soon as the official told them to kiss, Draco stepped forward and swept Harry into a dip, planting a solid kiss on his lips. Harry clutched at Draco's back as he pressed his body to his husbands and couldn't wait to get him alone after the reception.


"I'd like to introduce Messers Harry and Draco Potter!" The Ministry official announced at the conclusion of the short ceremony. Lucius clapped politely along with the rest of the attendees even as his heart stuttered in his chest. By claiming Potter's last name, Draco had disinherited himself as heir of the Malfoy family. He had no heir.

Severus placed a hand on his thigh, giving it a light squeeze before pulling it away. Lucius tightened his jaw to keep his anguish in check. He hadn't even thought to ask Draco if he were planning to take Potter's last name. He'd just assumed that Draco would want to continue to be the heir. How could he not? Lucius didn't understand and he wasn't sure he ever could. He felt gutted that his only child had done this to him.

"Breathe, old man," Severus muttered under his breath and Lucius realized he hadn't been. He took a deep breath through his nose before letting it out slowly through clenched teeth.

"How could he?" Lucius whispered. "What did I do?"

"I think this has less to do with you than you assume," Severus responded. Lucius followed Severus' eyes to find them locked on Hermione. Specifically Hermione's stomach.

"But…" Lucius trailed off as he realized what that meant. Hermione was now carrying the Malfoy heir. Hermione who didn't want to get married. Her child would never be heir unless she married him before she gave birth. Lucius wouldn't pressure her into it, but he needed to have an heir. The Malfoy family had persisted for over a thousand years. He couldn't let it end with him.

"You'll win her over," Severus said. "You always do," he muttered under his breath.

Lucius nodded but wasn't sure he could stand yet. Suddenly, he was thankful for the silly cane he carried. It was mostly for effect, but at the moment, he felt old. Worn down. Unable to stand on his own with this most recent blow.

"Stand up, old man," Severus said. "She's coming."

Lucius hauled himself to standing, leaning more heavily on his cane than he ever had in the past as Hermione picked her way over to them. She smiled warmly at Severus and burrowed herself into Lucius' side, gripping him tightly.

Lucius closed his eyes and dropped his face to the top of her head, breathing in her smell and placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. She looked divine in the Muggle tuxedo she wore. The jacket of which barely hid her abdomen, so round with his child that just seeing it made him want to take her where she was.

"Alright?" Hermione asked, and he realized she was gazing up at him. The look on her face full of adoration and the tightness in Lucius' chest eased some. Severus was right, he would figure out a way to make Hermione's child the Malfoy heir. He dropped his face and planted a soft kiss on her smiling lips before pulling away again.

"Let's go to the reception," Severus suggested breaking Lucius of his thoughts entirely. He still needed to have a conversation with his son before they left for their honeymoon at the end of the night.

A few hours later, all the speeches had been spoken and the dances danced. Potter and Draco were saying farewell to the last of the guests.

"Go on," Lucius told Hermione and Severus. "I'll be a few minutes more."

"He loves you," Hermione whispered as she embraced Lucius tightly and kissed his cheek. "So do I."

Lucius smiled at her softly before sending her on her way with Severus.

"Father," Draco said stiffly from behind him, he turned to see Draco and Potter standing in solidarity, holding hands. Lucius sighed. He didn't want to argue with his son on his wedding day.

"Why?" Lucius asked.

"Because the Malfoy family needs a proper heir. Not a robe-lifter," Draco said with a slight smirk.

Lucius scoffed and waved his hand. "I don't care about that. You know that I don't."

Draco nodded and bit his bottom lip, looking away from Lucius for a moment. Potter squeezed his hand and pecked his cheek. With one last indecipherable look sent to Lucius, Potter left the room.

"I want to give Harry the family he's always wanted," Draco said quietly, softly. "I want to create a family with him, not have him be subsumed into the maw of the Malfoy family."

Lucius sighed heavily. He could understand that. Duty and familial obligation were drummed into Malfoy heirs almost from birth. Lucius had only ever wanted to do the family proud. To do his father proud, but Draco wasn't like him. Not in the same ways, which was probably for the best.

"I understand," Lucius replied. He held out his hand and Draco looked at it before shaking his head and chuckling a little. Instead of grasping his hand, Draco stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Lucius' shoulders.

"Love you, dad," Draco said quietly.

"You too, son," Lucius responded. He swallowed quickly to keep the tears from slipping out of his eyes.


Hermione paced the bedroom she shared with Lucius while Severus helped himself to a glass of whiskey from the side table. The luxurious decor of the room did nothing to distract her from her current worry. Lucius. And how he would react over Draco giving up the Malfoy name.

"He should be back by now," Hermione muttered.

"It's been five minutes," Severus said calmly.

Hermione glared at him. Severus wasn't wrong, but the pregnancy had increased her anxiety to levels she wasn't familiar with. She just wanted Lucius to be happy. And she knew he wasn't happy with Draco's decision. She worried about him. He'd looked so stricken after the ceremony, she hoped that he wasn't causing a fight between him and Draco. She chewed her lip when the door to the bedroom swung open and Lucius strode in. He seemed startled to see both Hermione and Severus there waiting for him.

"Alright?" Severus asked.

Lucius nodded but didn't take his eyes off of Hermione. "I'm fine. Draco's fine. Potter's fine. We're all fine," Lucius muttered as he stalked toward Hermione. She wasn't sure she could decipher the look on his face.

"Tell me, Severus, what do you think of Hermione's outfit?" Lucius asked as he circled Hermione. Her tuxedo was tight in all of the right places, and she hadn't bothered to kick off her stiletto's yet. Another reason she was thankful for being a witch, cushioning charms allowed her to wear any shoe she wanted.

Hermione felt her heart begin to race when Lucius brushed a hand down her back as she waited for Severus' answer.

"Damn near indecent for a witch," Severus drawled. Hermione snapped her gaze to his as a slow smirk spread on his face. He was a far cry from the man who barely managed facial expressions in her presence at all a few months ago. She winked at him while very slightly leaning into Lucius' touch at her shoulder.

"Mmm, I agree," Lucius said. He ran a hand over Hermione's bum, and then slapped it sharply, making Hermione jump. She let out a nervous giggle.

"The trousers, in particular, are much too tight. Why anyone who wanted to have a look could see the perfect shape of her arse," Severus said. He had settled into a side chair to watch as Lucius slowly circled Hermione. Lucius' cane tapped her shoulder and her breath hitched. He dragged the cold, metal head of the cane along the line of her shoulders and Hermione shuddered.

"Yes, it's positively indecent," Lucius murmured, tugging on the cravat tied at her neck, pulling it apart and then dropping it to the floor once it was off. Hermione licked her lips as her eyes darted between both of them. She wasn't ready for the game to be over, but she was exhausted after the long day. She sighed and shifted her weight. Lucius frowned at her. "What's wrong?"

"I'm tired," Hermione muttered, she looked away, slightly embarrassed.

Severus snorted. "Wait till the shin kicker's here."

Hermione glared at him. "What a horrid thing to say!"

"That's what house elves are for," Lucius said at the same time. Hermione turned her glare to Lucius.

"Up on the bed, pet," Lucius said as he guided Hermione backward, his large hands on her hips. "If you're tired, we'll take it slow tonight. Let you have a nice long lie-in tomorrow."

Hermione smiled despite herself and settled onto the bed. Lucius looked down at her with such love in his eyes that she felt herself melting. Suddenly, she wasn't as tired as she had been and reached for him. He placed his lips on hers and Hermione tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Lucius became slightly unbalanced and Hermione took advantage of it, by wrapping her leg around his waist and using the momentum to flip him over onto his back. She straddled his waist and leaned down to kiss his shock away.

"Guess you aren't so tired after all," Severus muttered from beside her as his hand drifted down her back to rest on her bum.

Lucius dove his hands through her hair, disturbing the tight chignon she'd wrestled it into for the wedding. Pins fell down around them as he worked his hands through the mass of curls. Hermione groaned and sat up, suddenly too hot. Severus helped remove the jacket from her shoulders while Lucius began unbuttoning the blouse, starting from the bottom.

"Budge up, love," Lucius said and Hermione shuffled forward on her knees so Lucius could kiss her belly where he'd begun exposing it.

Hermione felt the bed dip behind her and soon another pair of hands joined Lucius' making quick work of the shirt and the bra beneath.

A snap of Severus' fingers and Hermione's trousers and knickers disappeared. She jumped at the suddenness of it. Lucius murmured his thanks. He helped Hermione shift higher and soon she was straddling Lucius' face as he licked her slit.

"Oh, fucking hell," Hermione muttered, leaning forward to grab onto the headboard of the bed.

"Language," Severus tutted. Hermione keened when Lucius slipped a finger inside her at the same moment he began tapping her clit with his tongue.

When Lucius gasped, Hermione looked over her shoulder to see Severus had taken care of both his and Lucius' own robes. Severus' mouth engulfed Lucius' cock. She moaned at the sight and felt a wave of arousal leak out of her.

Lucius chuckled and helped her turn around so she could watch. And watch she did. Severus caught her eye and she found she couldn't take her eyes off of his obsidian ones. She watched the way Lucius' cock disappeared into Severus' mouth. Severus looked so proud and powerful in that moment and Hermione wondered if that's the look she got on her face too. It was intoxicating. No wonder Severus and Lucius liked to watch when she sucked their cocks.

Lucius managed to get a third finger inside her slick channel and curled them forward. Hitting that perfect spot and she couldn't stop herself from coming if she'd tried. Severus gave a long hard pull on Lucius' cock and Hermione felt Lucius stiffen beneath her as he too came. The moment he was finished, Severus surged forward and kissed Hermione. The taste of Severus with Lucius' seed in his mouth was intoxicating and with a little careful maneuvering, Severus had her impaled. He had leaned against the post at the foot of the bed and Hermione was in his lap, with her back to his chest as he pounded into her from below. Lucius watched them with glittering eyes.

Severus grunted into her ear as he reached around her waist. "Oh, Merlin, please," Hermione begged as Severus began thumbing her clit.

"You beg so prettily, pet," Lucius murmured and Hermione opened her eyes to find him kneeling before her. He placed his hands on her waist, helping Severus to lift and impale her over and over again.

"Please!" Hermione said as she felt that sweet tension wind tighter and tighter within her. She was so close, almost there.

"Time to come," Lucius ordered and plucked at her nipples.

Hermione screamed through her climax, her head thrown back onto Severus' shoulder as she writhed between them. Lucius' warm hands on her belly brought her back to earth just in time for Severus to empty his seed inside. Hermione leaned forward and kissed Lucius with as much feeling as she was able.


"Is it truly the only way?" Hermione asked.

Lucius sighed. They'd been having the same disagreement for a month. Hermione's due date was creeping closer and they still hadn't married.

"Technically, no," Lucius said. "There was a condition built in for illegitimate children if not legitimate children were born."

"Oh, see, we can do that then," Hermione smiled at him happily.

"Right," Lucius said, not really agreeing with her. He wished she would consent to be his wife. He didn't want to pressure her, he knew that she valued her independence, but would it be so bad to be Mrs Malfoy? Frankly, it was starting to hurt his feelings a bit.

"It's not you, you know," Severus said after Hermione had left the room.

"It feels like it is," Lucius muttered and moved to the drinks cart. These conversations always left him in need of a stiff drink.

"She feels like she is the last Granger. Her parents continue to go by Wilkins. And you know she doesn't want to be a kept witch."

"She's not! I adore her! You adore her! I would…" Lucius sighed. He didn't know how her not marrying him made her less of a kept witch than she was now.

"She has a semblance of independence," Severus said. "She values that. And…" he trailed off and Lucius looked at his old friend. The look on Severus' face was unsure. Lucius didn't know if Severus was unsure of what he was about to say or if it was something else.

"What is it?" Lucius asked.

"I think she doesn't want to upset the triad," Severus said after a long pause. "I think she thinks if she marries you, and she's already having your child, that I will be upset somehow."

"Will you? Be upset that is?" Lucius asked. It wasn't something he had considered. Severus had really changed these last few months, he was showing much more emotion than Lucius had ever seen him show.

Severus shrugged, "I don't think so. But if she feels it, then who am I to tell her different?"

"Who indeed," Lucius replied. He had to think about the whole situation. And perhaps do some research on the ritual for accepting illegitimate children into the Malfoy family.


"This is ridiculous," Hermione growled as she stormed through the front doors of the Manor. She needed a cuppa and a good book.

She ran into Lucius as he was on his way out of the library.

"Something wrong, pet?" he asked in concern once he saw the look on her face.

"Yes something is wrong," she snapped. "Highest NEWT scores in two decades. Top five in the last century and the Ministry still can't seem to find a place for the Muggleborn."

"Oh, Hermione," Lucius sighed sadly and gathered her up in his arms, guiding her into the library. He settled her onto a sofa in front of the fireplace and called Tippy to bring tea. "I'm sorry, love."

"It's not your fault," Hermione sighed unhappily. She didn't know exactly what the issue was, her pregnancy, her blood-status, her marital status or some combination of the three. But she refused to marry Lucius just because they were having a child. She had never made it a goal to get married. And if marriage improved her chances of a position at the Ministry then the Ministry could go hang.

"No, but I'm sorry nonetheless," Lucius murmured into her hair as Tippy appeared again with the tea. Hermione poured for them both and she settled back into Lucius' arms, staring into the fireplace.

"Work for me, instead," Lucius said after a long moment.

"What? Do you even do anything?" Hermione asked as she pulled back to look at him.

Lucius chuckled lowly and dipped his head to nip at her lips.

"Of course, I work. Malfoy Industries doesn't run itself you know. I just started a charitable arm, actually. I could use someone to run it…"

Hermione bit her lip as she thought over his offer. "I assume there would be a budget and a board who approved projects of your charitable arm?"

"Naturally," Lucius nodded. "But since I am the board, I'm sure I could persuade them to back any project you choose."

Hermione grinned at him and carefully set her teacup aside. Quicker than she thought she could move, with as pregnant as she was, she'd straddled Lucius's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Perhaps you could spend a few hours convincing me," Hermione murmured against his lips.

"Only hours? I thought it might take days…" Lucius drawled before kissing her thoroughly.