A/N: Hello all, thank you so much for sticking with me through this story. I very much appreciated all the reviews, as they do inspire me to write more. I know this story went on hiatus for a bit, and I'm sorry. I hope you all enjoy how I decided to end things for our couple.

Special Thanks: To my beta, TabbiPrewett, who did fabulous work with this whole story. You are an awesome lady and I can't wait for our next adventure!

Final chapter everyone, get ready for it!

Chapter 31-Epilogue

The following days after Lucius told her the truth about his feelings, they barely left each other's sides. Spending their time talking to each other, preparing meals, which had been a new thing for Lucius to attempt to do on his own, as well as, taking turns shagging each other rotten.

Lucius broke the news to her that he didn't use any contraceptive spells the night before, and she was delighted that he was ready to have a child with her so soon. Though, she knew it wasn't that time in her cycle anyway since she'd just finished it the week before. Confirming that she wasn't currently pregnant, nor was it likely that he'd gotten her that way now either. Though she did make a mental note to track her next cycle to be sure.

Hermione did tell him that she'd at least like to wait until they married to actually try to conceive a child. She'd been raised with certain beliefs, one of which was that kids should come after marriage, if that was possible. Accidents did happen, after all. Lucius smiled and asked how soon she wanted to marry him then. She laughed softly and suggested they spend time getting to know each other better first. Which is what he'd already figured they'd need to do. Lucius again though it would be wise to start ring shopping immediately, because he wanted to the have the perfect one when he finally did propose to her.

During the afternoon of her second day back with him, she'd gone to make them something to eat, when Lucius had spun her around and pinned her against the counter in the kitchen. It seems she had teased and caressed him a bit too much, before going to make their lunch. Only Lucius refused to wait another moment before having her wrapped around him again.

Hermione was sitting on the counter, her legs wrapped around him, as he made love to her, when there was a faint pop in the living room. The noise was covered by her soft moan of pleasure. However, the sound of her moan drew the gazes of a certain lightning bolt scarred wizard and his wife.

Ginny had looked shocked, yet slightly impressed at what she saw. Harry's jaw dropped in complete astonishment at what he was seeing through the open, yet narrow kitchen. Which was mostly only Lucius' naked back, since he was in front of Hermione and thankfully the kitchen counter opposite him was blocking their view of anything below his lower back. Though the sight of the platinum haired man rocking against Hermione while kissing her, gave them ample explanation as to what was going on.

Harry couldn't help what came out of his mouth. "Hermione, what in bloody hell are you doing?" He shouted, fully aware of what was going on, just not understanding why it was going on.

The naked couple froze, Lucius' head whipping around, as Hermione clenched in fright, pulling a fresh groan from the platinum wizard who was still inside her. She tried to hide as much of herself behind Lucius as possible, and thankfully he didn't try to turn any farther around, so she was able to stay mostly covered by his wider frame.

Ginny smirked. "Hello, Mione. Lucius, it's a pleasure to see...so much of you." Her eyes raking over the very sexy wizard, still mostly hidden.

Harry tore his eyes away from the shocked and staring couple, to look at his wife who was trying to see more of Lucius by rising up on her toes to see over the counter from where she stood. "Ginny!" He yelled when he saw his wife leering and at least blushing at seeing a very naked Lucius.

Hermione couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped her at seeing just how much Ginny was enjoying seeing Lucius, on top of the shock at Harry seeing how much his wife was enjoying it as well. She felt a small chuckle escape Lucius too. His pride raising more at the obvious inspection and approval in the redheaded witch's eyes.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter, I've been meaning to thank you for your present to Hermione before she moved into my house. It looked lovely on her and even better on my floor." Lucius said, giving the redheaded witch an amused smirk.

"I'm glad you liked it." Ginny gave them both a wink before looking at her husband who was sputtering softly at Lucius' comment. "Harry, it's obvious they're busy, so why don't I fill you in on what I know, and Hermione can finish the tale when...she's not otherwise occupied."

Hermione blushed, and Lucius smirked more.

Harry, finally having gained his ability to speak again, glared at his wife. "You knew that Hermione was shagging Lucius bloody Malfoy and didn't tell me?"

Ginny gave him a pretty smile. "Only for a few months, my love." Making it sound like it was no time at all really. "Let's give them some privacy. I'd suggest you two put some wards up before anyone else pops by." Smirking and giving Hermione a 'we'll talk about this later' look.

Hermione heard Harry still grumbling before they disappeared with a crack. She looked to Lucius who was still smirking, before she started laughing again. He quickly joined her, amused at not only Harry's startled look at seeing Hermione in her current position, or his equally startled look at seeing his wife ogle him, but at the wink Ginny had given them both. Clearly, the redhead was happy for her friend.

However, as Hermione started to laugh harder, it made all her muscles tighten, including the ones still wrapped around the part of him that was inside her. Which quickly brought his mind back to what he'd been doing to her prior to the interruption. It didn't take but a nip to her neck, followed by a deep thrust to get her mind focused on only him again either.

Later that night, a roaring of flames from her fireplace reminded them that they never got around to placing any wards to keep visitors away. After making sure they were decent, both went to see who arrived.

Finding only a scroll of parchment, Hermione frowned as she picked it up. Opening it, the familiar spidery script let her know who sent it before she even reached the signature.

After reading the short message, she was giggling softly as she passed it to Lucius to read.

Hermione,

Since no one has seen or heard from Lucius since he came to find you, I'm assuming all worked out well, and I'm pleased for you both. If not, I refuse to help you get rid of a dead body, which is the only other reason I can think of that would explain why Lucius hasn't returned home again. I don't owe you that much, witch.

S.S.

PS...Assuming my first assessment was correct though, I know it wouldn't have worked out without the potion I gave him. So, I'd say we're even.

Lucius was smirking as Hermione pulled her wand and set her wards again. Keeping everyone out so they wouldn't be disturbed again. She'd reply to Severus later and tell him that yes, they were indeed even on what he owed her. Having Lucius back in her life was worth both favors he owed her.

After she went back to work, she sought Draco out. First, giving him a huge hug and then, filling him in on what happened, or at least part of it, she doubted he wanted to hear that his father almost shagged her into a coma. Draco finally told her that as long as she made sure never to forget a silencing spell, he was very happy for her.

Hermione's question as to if he'd be alright with a little brother or sister later, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurt or angry about it when it happened, had him pausing. Draco's first question in response to her was to ask if she already was pregnant. When she shook her head no, he had sighed in relief, glad that he hadn't overheard the conception when he'd learned of her and his father. Then, told her that he didn't give a damn as long as he was never traumatized with having to hear anything while she actually conceived the little bugger. She hugged him again as he chuckled softly.

When she finally confronted Harry after what he'd walked in on, it hadn't been easy to discuss everything with him. Harry still had a small amount of lingering doubt and mistrust in Lucius, but with Ginny's help, he finally came around and congratulated her.

Ron having walked in on all the hugs, asked what was going on. Hermione had glared before telling Harry and Ginny she'd see them later. She didn't want anything to do with Ron, so she floo'd to Malfoy Manor without saying a word to him.

Life was extremely content, she went to work each weekday morning, sometimes after a very pleasurable shower with Lucius, and in the evenings, they chatted or read together until dinner. At night he'd take her to his room and after making sure to place all wards and charms needed, he'd make love to her again. Weekends were fairly similar, however, instead of her spending the day at work, she spent her days off with Lucius.

A good chunk of her clothes ended up back at Malfoy Manor and in his closet since he refused to let her sleep anywhere, but with him, not that she wanted to. Some of his clothes ended up at her flat, but not nearly as many since she mostly stayed with him at the Manor. His bed was more comfortable, after all.

Within two months of them getting back together, she gave up all pretenses and moved in with him again. Her stuff boxed up by a very happy Lulu, her furniture was donated to a foundation that helped needy muggle families, and she sublet her apartment to one of her coworkers.

Lucius was thrilled with her moving in once more, this time directly into his bedchamber. He didn't intend to let his future wife have her own bedroom. He would not have a second marriage where he slept alone most nights.

Though truth be told, he hadn't enjoyed sleeping next Narcissa anyway. The woman wasn't comfortable to snuggle against, something she didn't like doing anyway, and she snored loudly.

Lucius didn't even make it to six months before he proposed to Hermione. He found the perfect ring within two weeks of starting his search for it. Which meant it sat in a locked drawer of his desk, taunting him every time he saw it, while he gave Hermione time to properly get to know him. He lasted exactly twenty-four hours after she moved back into the Manor before he was on bended knee.

Lucius and Hermione were married less than six months later at the Manor. Severus had been Lucius' best man, and Ginny was Hermione's matron of honor. The wedding was beautiful, and Rita was not allowed anywhere near it. Lucius only offered to let the Daily Prophet get a picture of the happy couple at the ceremony, if they signed a contract never to print another story by Rita about any of his family, including his new wife or her friends the Potters.

The Daily Prophet had jumped at the offer. Rita, disappointed at not getting the story of the decade, was at least happy not to have been fired. Especially when it came out that her last story about Hermione had been proven to be all lies and they'd had to print a retraction.

During the wedding, they all finally met the woman that Severus had been seeing to work through his PTSD. He'd asked her to join him, as friends only since he was her patient, at Lucius' wedding. Hermione had seen something in the dour man's eyes as he gazed at his 'date' that made Hermione think that Severus was interested in more than just friendship with the pretty squib. Lucius had agreed that Severus seemed affected by the woman, and not just because he was finally working through some of his trauma during the war. The dark man genuinely liked her, and Severus rarely liked anyone.

After the wedding, Lucius and Hermione went on their honeymoon, a week and a half spent in the Mediterranean, all the time Lucius could get her to agree to take off from work. His first suggestion of a month had been giggled at before she said she couldn't take that much time off all at once. Even if she still had plenty of vacation time left with it having built up for so long.

Their compromise was a couple of mini honeymoons spaced apart. Something Lucius decided might have to become a yearly tradition. He could get used to having her all to himself for a week at a time in some exotic location a few times a year.

During their first two years of marriage, Hermione started meeting with the same squib therapist that Severus was seeing to help with her own lingering PTSD. It hadn't taken Hermione long to see why Severus liked her. The woman might have been a squib, but she'd wasn't dumb by any means, nor ignorant to magic. She'd found a way to use potions to help with the therapy sessions, and since Severus was a potion master, the two had worked hard to develop something to help with lingering PTSD from the war. An anxiety calming potion that allowed the therapist to help a person work through their trauma without causing more trauma due to reliving it. It was just what the wizarding world needed. Severus tested it on himself of course before allowing Hermione to use any of it. It had worked wonders for them both and had allowed them to genuinely start healing from the war in a way nothing else had before.

It was after their third wedding anniversary, that Lucius was nuzzling her neck one night on the balcony, while whispering that he was ready to fill her with his child. In exactly those words too. At which point she had laughed softly and said she was more than ready to practice again, not fully realizing that he was serious. But really, who said it that way anyway?

As he made love to her, his hands had pinned hers again to their bed. His steel colored eyes intense as he told her that he was serious and wanted a child with her. That he was ready to give her one that very night, if she agreed. Hermione had seen that he was indeed serious, and her eyes warmed as she nodded her consent.

As he sent her over the edge, his hand had found her belly, pressing his palm flat against it, he muttered an old and almost forgotten spell as he continued to move with her. Her entire body had flamed with heat as her release intensified, her stomach giving on an odd swirling, like with a contraceptive spell only different.

When he exploded inside her, her body had felt odd, though thoroughly satisfied. As they lay enjoying their post coital bliss, the strange feeling stayed with Hermione. Eyes wide with the curious feeling still pulsing through her, she asked him what he'd done.

With a smile on his lips, he'd explained the old spell. A spell that suddenly made her very fertile and ensured a positive outcome from their tryst. The spell would let her feel the exact moment her egg was fertilized too.

Lucius learned that particular spell after Narcissa's complication. Which is why he'd known it wouldn't be impossible to have more children for her. Yet she still hadn't wanted to try, which only told him that she didn't really want to have any more of his children.

Hermione had been excited to learn of the spell, excited to see if she truly felt anything when she conceived their child. It had been a few days later, Hermione was sitting at work when she felt an odd fluttering in her belly. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. When the fluttering grew more intense and with it, her belly grew warm, Hermione knew something was up.

A quick trip to the healer that the Ministry kept on staff, just to be safe, and Hermione was told she was fine. She was healthy as a horse even.

Later that night, once Lucius confirmed what she had felt, that she'd felt the moment her egg had been fertilized, Hermione had stared at him for several moments, before throwing her arms around him and kissing him for all she was worth. She'd wanted to be a mum someday, and now she would be. Was, sort of, a mum already, for she didn't doubt what he told her of the spell.

Lucius loved every moment of watching Hermione bloom with her pregnancy. Loved watching her belly swell more and more as the months went by and his daughter grew inside the woman he loved more than anything.

Loved resting his hand on her belly and stoking the silky rounded flesh. He especially enjoyed placing his mouth next to her belly and speaking softly to his child. Which was something he'd not been allowed to do with Draco before he was born. Though, Hermione smirked and bit back a laugh when the blond aristocrat at times spoke of proper manners and etiquette to their unborn child.

Hermione was sitting by the outdoor pool, watching her husband swim in her final month of her pregnancy. The sun shining off his pale skin and wet blond hair as he moved fluidly through the cool water. Hermione knew she was ogling her husband, but for the last two weeks she hadn't been able to make love to him. It was too uncomfortable for her, no matter how badly she wanted him.

Lulu had just popped out to give Hermione a fresh glass of iced lemonade, when suddenly Hermione felt her clothes grow damp. Lulu looked to the puddle under her mistress and quickly asked if she'd spilled her drink somehow, the little elf confused when she found the glass still full.

Lucius had been slicking his hair back, wiping the water off his face when he heard the elf's question. Looking over at his wife, he saw the startled look on her face as well as the damp spot in her clothes.

Before he could ask if everything was alright, her face contorted in pain as she grabbed her swollen belly. Again, being brilliant at adding two and two together, not that he needed to be in this case, he quickly hopped out of the pool, and was instantly by her side when he realized she just went into labor and her water broke.

His silver gaze on her pain filled eyes, he quickly apparated them, him still dripping wet and in his swimming trunks, to St. Mungo's. The nurse at the registry saw him standing there as he was and stared open mouthed in shock at his appearance, until two seconds later Hermione cried out in pain.

The sound startling the woman into action.

Hermione was quickly settled into a private suite, since Lucius wouldn't have it any other way. His child would be born in luxury and comfort, and his wife would not have anything less either in his opinion. She was now a Malfoy after all, and Malfoy's only had the best.

Hermione had snorted, calling him a bloody snob while a new nurse handed him a towel to dry off at last with. The young nurse had gaped at not only Lucius, barefoot and dripping wet in his trunks, who looked sexy as hell while doing so, but at Hermione, for insulting him.

Lucius paused in trying to dry his hair, raised an eyebrow at her, and pointed out calmly that she loved him as he was, so what exactly did that say about her?

Hermione's eyes narrowed, her lip curling in anger at him, while he quickly realized that he'd just insulted his lovely and normally even-tempered wife, who was currently in labor with his child, and she was still armed with her wand, while anything but even-tempered.

Keeping as much dignity as possible, he quickly apologized to his wife, and agreed that he was indeed a snob, and said too, that he simply adored her enough to want her as comfortable as possible. It mollified her sufficiently to not hex him, much to his relief.

Lucius didn't dare try to send any spells to stop her from attacking him in her condition. He didn't want to hurt her or his child. Nor did he really want to be hexed either. Though, he did notice one of the nurses was quick and rather sneaky in slipping Hermione's wand from her grasp, under the guise of needing to get her in a proper gown so they could check her over.

After their friends and family were alerted, Draco and his fiancé showed up, along with Harry and Ginny with their small son James. Hermione found she really liked Stephanie. Simply adoring the young woman more when Stephanie suggested that she and Draco not setting their wedding date for any time before Hermione gave birth. That way Hermione wouldn't be huge and uncomfortable while attending the ceremony.

Hermione had hugged the young woman, thanking her as Draco rolled his eyes, and Lucius smirked in the background, proud of his soon to be daughter-in-law. Draco muttered that this better not be a foreshadowing of things to come. He would not have everything in his life dictated around his new stepmother's convenience, who was less than a year older than him anyway. Lucius had coughed to cover his laugh since both women had heard Draco and were glaring at him.

Now as everyone arrived, Draco thankfully had brought Lucius a change of dry clothing, they said their hellos and wished the parents-to-be well before they were kicked out by the staff. Forced to wait in the waiting room until after the birth.

Severus had started pacing when after two hours no one had come to tell them the child had been born. The dark man was anxious for good news as his new girlfriend, the same squib therapist that Severus started courting once he no longer needed to be her patient, tried to tell him that the amount of time the birth was taking was perfectly normal. If anyone was surprised that he didn't glare or bark at her for interrupting his brooding, they were smart enough to keep silent about it. Draco did look momentarily surprised when Severus simply nodded at his girlfriend's words and sat down once more to calmly wait for news, but the blond boy quickly wiped that look off of his face. He didn't want to get hexed by his godfather. Even if the Potion's Master was in a better mood these days now that he was getting shagged on a regular basis.

Even with the pain potions she'd been given, Hermione had been in pain with the delivery, and swore she'd never let Lucius touch her again. Lucius, even having been expecting something like this from her at least once during her delivery, still felt a hint of fear at the thought of never getting to make love to his very sexy and passionate wife again. However, one of the nurses smiled and reminded him that all laboring mothers said things like that, and they never really meant it.

Lucius felt relief instantly, until Hermione started muttering darkly to herself before pushing again with a fresh contraction. Lucius figured it was probably better that he couldn't make out her words exactly. The few he'd caught made his eyebrows raise in surprise at her choice in vocabulary. She normally didn't use that word and if she did, she blushed and stuttered while trying to get it out.

When their daughter, Anastasia Sophia Malfoy made her way into the world, Lucius looked in awe at his daughter. Her skin golden like her mother's, and the platinum fuzz on her head made her simply beautiful, but when Lucius saw the pale gray color of her eyes, his heart swelled. He had a daughter, like he'd always wanted, at last.

Hermione was exhausted after giving birth, but still gave him a radiant smile. Letting him know when they were alone, that there wasn't any force in the world that could keep her from letting him make love to her after she'd healed. Telling him too that she was sorry for having been so crabby earlier.

Lucius was a very smart man, and since he was, he gave her an adoring look and said she hadn't been anything, but sweet and pleasant as always. She had laughed weakly in her exhaustion, told him he was lying through his teeth, and that she loved him for it. His eyes had warmed with affection as he smiled at her, before he kissed her and thanked her for his pretty new daughter.

Three wonderful and fulfilling years later, Lucius was back in the same hospital as both his wife and his daughter-in-law, decided to go into labor at the same time. Which happened to be during dinner one night.

They'd all been at the table, celebrating Severus having proposed at last to Julie, his squib former therapist. Lucius was in the middle of telling a funny story, when suddenly Hermione quietly reached for Lucius' hand with a look of discomfort on her beautiful face while touching her swollen belly. Lucius barely had a chance to ask her what was wrong, when Stephanie cried out in pain and clutched at Draco, who looked petrified at seeing the puddle under his own wife's chair.

It turned out Hermione had, in a way, dictated a bit more of Draco's life after all. Since Draco's first child was conceived after Hermione had thrown the dinner party that had gotten them all, except Hermione, a bit drunk, making the young couple forget contraceptive charms.

Lucius had already gotten Hermione pregnant again, hence the party. Since Draco had been able to get his wife pregnant the one time he forgot the charm, it only proved how potent the Malfoy men really were. Lucius hadn't been able to stop smiling in pride over that one for days.

During tea one afternoon shortly after they found out Stephanie was pregnant too, Severus had rubbed it in with Draco that drunk or not, the dark man had still remembered to place the proper charms with his woman that night after Hermione's party. Julie had blushed, Hermione had choked on her cup of tea, and Lucius had laughed hard at the sour look on Draco's face at hearing that. Stephanie thankfully had needed the loo and had missed that particular comment.

With both women in labor, they're been rushed to St. Mungo's. Lucius was glad he wasn't dripping wet and in swim trunks this time, and Draco was trying hard not hyperventilate in panic at becoming a father. Knowing that Lucius had everything under control with his wife and unborn child, Severus and Julie ushered Draco and his wife off to their own birthing suite. Julie helped Stephanie get settled in while Severus calmed Draco down. Squib or not, Julie had still gone to medical school and was a doctor so she knew how help the staff get Stephanie ready to deliver. Once their healer arrived, Julie stepped back and joined Severus in the waiting room for news. Her new diamond engagement ring glinted in the overhead lights and made Severus swell with pride to see it on her finger.

Lucius' second daughter, Elizabeth Rosemary Malfoy was born only minutes ahead of his first grandchild, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Both having pale skin and platinum blonde hair. The only difference was in their eyes. Elizabeth had Hermione's honey colored eyes, where Scorpius had the Malfoy eyes. Though Scorpius' eyes held more blue than Draco's did.

Over the next few years, Lucius watched his two beautiful daughters grow up. Hermione having quit her job after Elizabeth was born, much to Lucius' delight, and stayed home with their children during the day.

Hermione let Lulu help her along with different elves at times, but her daughters would not be raised by anyone but their parents. Nor would they end up as spoiled brats like their older brother, she'd added in silently.

Severus and Julie were finally married in small wedding at the Manor. Only close friends and family attended. Hermione was so glad to finally see Severus getting his own happy ending. Something he'd never truly believed he'd have or even deserved. She'd gently scolded him many times over the years in their friendship that he'd more than made amends for his misdeeds during his youth. That he deserved to be just as happy as the rest of them and that she wouldn't be able to be truly content until he was.

The dark man would try to glare at Hermione each time the conversation came up, but he knew it was foolish to argue, especially with Hermione. "Gryffindors", he'd mutter softly to himself every time, knowing she'd hear. The smile the curly haired witch always gave told him that she had heard him and didn't care. The small quirk of his lips said he was glad Hermione wanted him to be happy too.

Holidays ended up at Malfoy Manor every year. Harry and Ginny, along with their two boys and sweet baby girl, would show up and celebrate with them. Severus and his wife taking turns with whatever little one made their way up to them. Severus tried to pretend he didn't like the young Potter offspring, but they all saw little moments where a real smile would grace his lips when he'd see little Lilly Potter doing something silly to antagonize her brothers. Or if he spotted little Albus Severus do something really clever or creative. Hermione knew the Potion's Master was secretly pleased that Harry had named one his boys after him. Though, Severus would never admit it to anyone.

Each year, the festivities would run long into the night until everyone went to bed, all in different rooms at the Manor, so they could open presents early on Christmas morning together. The kids running wildly down the halls and making sure each adult was awake and ready for presents. They even entered the Snapes' chambers, not really fearing the wrath Severus threatened each time they woke him before he was ready to rise. Julie would smirk at her grumpy husband and kiss his nose to cheer him up each time it happened. Everyone knew that Severus wouldn't attend the holiday celebration every year if it truly bothered him to be woken up by excited children. They also knew that he adored his wife, who in turn adored all the little ones running around during the holiday and was even trying to convince the dark man that maybe they should have one of their own. Lucius was the only one who knew Severus was quietly considering it.

This Christmas, Lucius had woken only moments ago, his naked body pressed against Hermione's equally naked one, who was still sleeping, exhausted from the night before. He took a moment to gaze down at his lovely wife. His hand resting on the slight bump of her three-month pregnant belly. A son for him this time and evening out his children so he had two girls, and with Draco, two boys.

Hermione still amazed him on a regular basis. Her attitude and outlook on things simply were awe-inspiring at times. He knew that he had done well in making sure she chose to spend her life with him, and he couldn't picture his life any differently than it was.

Other than having his son, Draco, Lucius couldn't believe he had spent so many years married to such a cold woman like Narcissa. Having Hermione by his side for so many years, and seeing how wonderfully warm and caring she was, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd lived any way, but with her beautiful smile every morning.

His two daughters, while looking so much like their father, acted more like their mother than like him. Minus the cunning sides to their brains that they showed every now and again. He wouldn't have it any other way either.

Lucius had always known his name meant something, but it meant more with someone like Hermione showing people just how proud a name it was with her kindness and strength. Her generous nature making her do things for people who really needed it and not just attending some charity to get her picture taken at. Not just magical people either, but muggle too.

As Lucius watched her eyes slowly open, eyes that had him melting instantly when he looked upon his youngest daughter because they matched her mother's perfectly, he couldn't help but smile. She was lovely, and even after all these years, she still wanted him just as fiercely as he wanted her. She still looked at him and saw only him, and nothing else.

"Happy Christmas, my love." Lucius told her when she gave him his favorite morning smile.

"Happy Christmas, Lucius. I see the kids haven't come banging on our door yet." Hermione said, stretching sleepily and making his gaze drop to her still gorgeous body, even with the slight bump of her belly.

A belly that he couldn't resist touching at every opportunity. Something he'd done with every child she gave him. Whether softly swelled as it was now, or full and round like in her final months, his hands ran over her belly no matter what he did.

His favorite time to touch her belly though was when his hands ended up resting on it as he made love to her. Though he figured it was his favorite because he got to have her wrapped around him as she pulled all sorts of harsh groans from him while she screamed out her pleasure. He didn't feel an ounce a shame in his reasons either. He adored his sexy wife that made him randier than any teenager, even now.

Before Lucius could think any further on his wife's belly or what he liked to do while stroking it, and her, she got up to take a shower. He knew that soon, he would have to go easy on her and not take her in the steaming shower like he loved to do.

Not because he wouldn't be able to lift her, because he still could, even while heavily pregnant, but because he didn't want to hurt her or his unborn child. Instead he would have to stick to loving her only in their bed. Which meant, Hermione wasn't leaving their bed as easily in the mornings as she had been.

A smile on his lips, he quickly got up with the idea of making it a very happy Christmas morning indeed. Walking into their shared bathroom as light steam filled the glass encased shower already. Just like after the first night he'd made love to her, he could still see her, but she had her back to him.

A sponge in Hermione's hands as she ran it over her skin, the scent of orange blooms hitting his nose and arousing him further. It was still her favorite scent and it drove him mad when he smelled it on her.

Lucius simply gazed upon the lovely creature washing herself in front of him. He didn't know what he'd ever done in his life to deserve her, but he thanked whoever might be listening for giving her to him.

Through her, he had a wonderful life, a bigger and happier family, and an enchanting wife that he still loved more than anything else in the world. Who showed him every day with sometimes only a look or gesture that she loved him just as much in return.

Lucius' lips curved as the glass fogged over, only to clear again instantly. He knew he'd done well with those charms on his shower glass too. Otherwise, his lovely wife's body would be hidden from him.

Since her back still to him, she had no idea that she was no longer alone. He admired the curve of her back, her smooth hips, smiling as he looked down to the rounded cheeks of her rear. She was incredible to look at.

The dimples on either side of the base of her spine, just above her derriere, still made him want to place his thumbs in them, as he bent her over something, and took her from behind once again. Something he really enjoyed doing.

Especially in his office, a room she no longer feared since its redecoration. The hated rug burned by her own wand at his suggestion one night. Now the only fear she had in his office, was being caught by an elf as he made love to her on his desk or in his chair with her straddling him.

Usually because he'd find her wearing his favorite kind of stockings and not be able to stop himself from taking her. She knew they were his favorite and that made him one very lucky man indeed, especially since she wore them on a regular basis just for him.

Hermione's eyes closing as she turned and dipped her head under the spray, she missed the click of the shower door opening and closing. Feeling hands encircle her waist and pull her from under the water, her eyes popped open as a squeak of alarm escaped her. Though she should be used it by now.

She barely had time to register the blond man in front of her, still gorgeous even after so many years, before his mouth crushed into hers. Her body flamed instantly, as usual, when his tongue dueled with hers, and his hands raced over her skin. Paying extra attention to her slightly swollen belly, something that had always made her smile.

Hermione knew it would be awhile before they made it downstairs to open presents. Lucius wouldn't let her escape the steaming shower until he had thoroughly loved her body. Something she was so very thrilled about and couldn't find it in herself to be the least bit ashamed over.

When he picked her up in his arms so easily, something that still amazed her after all these years, even with her added weight due to her pregnancy, she decided that her days couldn't get any better than having this sexy man making her cry out in pleasure before she'd even had her morning coffee.

With such a happy way to start her day, she might just tell him her secret for Christmas. A secret she'd only learned a couple of days before. She wasn't just giving him another son, she was giving him identical twin ones.

A/N: That's it my lovely readers. I hope you all liked it. I had to give Severus a happy ending too. I couldn't leave him alone and sad with his demons forever. I think he would do just fine with a squib too. Especially if her intelligence matched his. Anyway, I'll see you all again on my next story, whenever that might be. As always, please leave me your thoughts.