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"Ranulf, make sure Petunia gets back home. I've already made it so she doesn't know how to get here." Sirius told his house elf. The elf levitated a dressed Petunia and left through a side door. He couldn't let anything happen. He would find a way to rid her of the child that wouldn't hurt her.

"Sirius!" Draco pounded on the door. Sirius opened it slowly. He hoped the charms had held.

"Draco." Sirius replied. Draco wanted to smack and hug the dark haired male before him. "Where is everyone?"

"Waiting in the dining room. They wouldn't serve dinner without you." Draco motioned to the house elves waiting down the hall. He closed the door behind him, knowing Ranulf would appear and fix the bed. His stomach growled and Draco burst out laughing.

"Who's here?" Sirius asked. He hoped Arabella left.

"Your grandmother, Arabella, my father." Draco mumbled. Sirius felt like he was leaving someone out, but he didn't care anymore. His grandmother had gone nuts and now has the body of a 20 year old. He was shagging his aunt. What could get worse? Nothing, he thought.

And there she was. Pansy fucking Parkinson. The girl that almost made Draco and Sirius hate each other. She had played them both. She slept with both on a different night, then told both she was pregnant, and that she didn't know who the father was. It was her idea of a sick joke.

"I know, Sirius." Draco muttered. They walked almost hand in hand to the room. Walburga looked up from the table, and Arabella looked away.

"Dear, dear Sirius. May I introduce your intended? Ms. Parkinson." Walburga purred in that way that made him think she was setting his life up. She had her house elf, Wincey, pull out a chair between Arabella and Pansy. Sirius lowered himself into the seat.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Walburga." Draco started. She shot him a glance that instantly shut him up. She had an idea, and she wasn't going to let anyone ruin it. She knew she'd have some troubles with Draco, but she figured she knew how to distract him.

"Draco, after supper, I'd like to speak to you in the Gold Drawing room." Walburga insisted. He wouldn't destroy Sirius and Arabella getting together. She wouldn't let him.

"Yes, Ma'am." Draco hung his head. Lucius looked towards the younger woman, confused.

"Let me get this straight, you're Sirius' cousin? Where were you when his parents were killed?" Lucius drawled. He reminded Sirius of the Muggle view of Vampires. He wondered where Narcissa was.

"I was just a girl myself, and my parents were recently deceased as well. I was raised by my mother's family." Walburga lied through her teeth. She was good at that, and it irritated Sirius.

"Uncle Lucius. Draco and I are planning a Gala. Perhaps you and Aunt Narcissa could join in?" Sirius put forward quickly. Both Lucius and Narcissa were known for their lavish parties.

"Of course. What is the occasion?" Lucius asked. I smiled.

"Our Coming of Age, we wish to bring back the old traditions." Sirius beamed. He knew that would be the end of the previous conversation.

"Ah, Draco." Walburga smiled as he walked into the gold decorated room. He noted a tray of potions on a shelve, three of them a violent purple color. "Come, sit. I'd like to talk to you."

"About?" He asked aloud as he sat. Her smile seemed to brighten the room, and he found it strange. Surely he wasn't attracted to his best mate's grandmother. But she looked so pretty, didn't she?

"Us. I know you're attracted to me." She sat across from him. He looked around, trying to avoid her gaze. Was that a muggle radio?

"Huh?" He acted like he hadn't hurt. She leaned forward and kissed him. He wasn't entirely sure what happened, but she was in his lap. Her lips were everywhere, his mouth, his neck, his chest. When had he lost his shirt? He mentally hurt the door lock, but it didn't matter. The woman in his lap had managed to strip them both naked, and he found himself making love to her on the couch.

Dazed, Draco sat up. He was fully dressed and passed out on the couch. Had he dreamt the past three hours? No, it couldn't have been a dream because he was satisfied, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. And she was nowhere to be found.

"Master Draco." Wincey, Walburga's elf, bowed. "I was left clear instructions for you to meet Master Sirius in the Pools." Draco nodded and stood. He left the room, still slightly disoriented, and walked through the double French doors.

"Sirius!" Draco called out, noticing his friend swimming in the pool. Walburga, Pansy, and Arabella were all laying on their stomachs on the edge of the pool, wearing only bikinis. He couldn't help but stare, and Walburga looked up, grinning.

"Draco. Come in. It's nice and cool." Sirius waved to him. Draco waved his wand, his clothing turned into swimming trunks. Without a second thought, he jumped in. He swam over to Sirius.

"What do you think of Arabella, now that we've matured?" Draco asked in a whisper. Sirius looked towards the girl.

"I'd shag her. But I wouldn't marry her. I could never marry a Potter, I couldn't marry her." Sirius muttered. He thought of his Aunt in his bed.

"She's a pureblood, though." Draco reminded him. Sirius looked closer at the girl.

"She reminds me of someone." Sirius whispered. Perhaps he could marry her, but at the moment, he's the father of her sibling.

"A good someone? Someone I haven't met?" Draco asked, almost like a jealous girlfriend. Sirius chuckled.

"Oh no. A character in a book." Sirius lied through his teeth. He couldn't help but feel aroused, and he turned to hide it.

"Sirius, can you come here?" Arabella called to him. He blushed and swam towards her.

"What?" Sirius could feel his member bounce against the pool wall. She leaned in close.

"Meet me here, tonight." She whispered softly. He looked into her light green Petunia-colored eyes.

"At midnight." He replied, then quickly left. He couldn't hold it. Once in his room, he looked out the window at the girl laying outside. It only took a few seconds, but soon relieved himself all over the curtain.