DISCLAIMER; HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/n Two more short chapters and this is done. Maybe one day there will be a sequel.

Curses and an Unlucky Wizard

She refused to keep going and willed her feet not to move, now both father and son were pulling her inside the fiery mess. It lasted but a minute and suddenly they were in a small room actually in another wardrobe, and when the door opened they were in one of the library's side rooms.

"What was that? And why are not even burned? And how are we here?"

Draco was quiet, not quite sure what had transpired, but he knew his dad and he would tell them when he was ready, not a minute before.

"Later, for now since you are near by, I need to look a few things up. Draco you two either get some rest, or better, get your mother. Start at Armand's rooms, you should know my marriage to her is invalid since I am married to Nannette. Your mother is free to be wherever she wishes," he seemed not happy with this, "go and bring her. Now, If you two wish to assist, change and come back."

They walked out together, Draco trying to get close to her with every step, and she moving away from him at the same time. "Don't touch me!" She hadn't finished the sentence when they came face to face with Wilbur, who was dressed for bed and walking away from his room.

He had already seen them. He was on his way to his night's date with the consolation-prize witch, and he had duly noted the problems in paradise.

Both him and Hermione assessed each other, Hermione furious that Lord Prude had already hooked up before a day had gone by, and Wilbur delighted with the perceived problem between bride and groom.

"Where are you going in your pajamas, whatever you may need only have to sound the bell, as you were advised. Or is what you need of a more personal nature? So much for wanting to marry me just hours ago," she looked at Wilbur reproachfully.

"Why should you care, let him, you are married to me."

"Nobody is talking to you," Wilbur didn't even glance at Draco.

"But he is right I am a free man and don't need to answer to you," Wilbur answered curtly but noticed her bottom lip trembling and looked at Draco, Draco stepped back; what a nasty look, he looks bloody mean. I don't like the way he looks at my wife, I am the only one who has that right.

"You heard what I told you earlier, it stands," he reminded Draco.

And he took her chin to look at her eyes. "Sweet curly-pea, tsk, tsk, no sad faces, it breaks my heart. And you back there cut it out, I heard your rude snickers at her name. Of course you cannot know, you weren't around when she was a baby, we as in 'ours,' her close family called her that. She was a precious curly haired baby." Always aware to pitch for his cause, he'd let Draco know how much closer he was to the witch. And to close the loop, he kissed her forehead in a brotherly fashion.

Hermione who hated the name, but allowed it from her father, his dad and Wilbur, remembered all those years when older Wilbur walked her, played with her, attended her pretend tea parties, helped her cutting her food at dinner time, brought her biscuits, and read her long stories at bed time.

Wilbur, who knew the effect of his words, opened his arms, and let her cry on his chest. Nothing sexual, he knew better.

"Now, go to bed. I am still your family. I promised Robert and Father I would be here for you. Don't forget that my sweet girl." He looked at Draco with a knowing smirk while delivering his speech.

"You know, I am glad you are a squib, otherwise you would be a Slytherin, a dangerous one at that, but I am not worried." He made a dismissive face, but he was very worried, and Wilbur wasn't going away.

Wilbur, politely, said good night and went back to his own room. The other witch for later, too dangerous now.

"I will meet you in our room once I find mother, we need to…"

"Say no more, what we need is not to talk to each other. I made a mistake, that is a given. Thus I will tell father, he will get us out of this, and I will marry one who is not a man-whore, one who has never called me names. So you know, I think that he has waited for me."

Wilbur hiding around the corner in an alcove heard her declaration, and knew why she was mad. He cringed because he was worse than Draco, he just hid it well. He always had a paid lover, in the olden times they would be called a mistress. He wanted discretion, a clean bill of health, and sex on demand while he waited for Hermione. And as others before him, the lovers would be well paid, dismissed, and fidelity would be on, because he'd need nobody else.

As to being almost non magical, he hadn't lie, not quite, he had told Draco the truth, he descended from Morgana. He didn't ask and he didn't volunteer that she wasn't human. As for his family what better way to hide than in plain sight.

And he also told the truth, he had promised to marry her, thus he had to be chaste with the witch, and he wasn't done. Besides where did they think his looks came from? Otherworldly could be the right answer. And lastly the biggest truth of all, without her he would be miserable. Besides, after revelation that she was a Malfeu earlier that day the stakes got higher, how delicious she was the ultimate treat...not a chance he would retreat, ever.

Draco followed her into the room, "I just want to change my clothes, sweet cur…"

"Stop it right there, I hate that name; moreover, you have no rights to use it."

One-track-Draco who was well and still on the prowl, "Point taken, I am a little tired, so go ahead and change first, I will sit and wait." His predatory smile was back.

With one sweep of her hand and a few words, she changed without undressing and smiled back, the disquieting Malfoy smile just like his dad's. "I will meet you at the library."

She saw Narcissa leaving the room and noticed that she was alone. Narcissa made excuses, "No mother, you must come, sorry if you don't like it." Draco was right behind.

At the library, Lucius raised his eyes from the manuscripts, and Hermione covered her mouth to disguise the loud snicker. She couldn't help it, he wore his reading glasses. But at a second look, the chic glasses suited him well, he looked intellectual, "They look really good on you," she noted.

Hurt by her snickers, but seeing she was telling the truth, he puffed, "Do you think so?" He said pushing then back.

She nodded her head approvingly, "Yes, they make you look like a hot librarian." She could already see witches rolling at his feet, and soon there after the entire wizard population would be wearing specs. He truly looked great.

"Why don't you wear them more often? You could have different frames to suit your clothes, a killer accessory."

"That might work, you could help me pick them up." He liked having a daughter with fashion sense.

Draco and Narcissa rolled their eyes, and Narcissa felt more at ease, maybe all was well since he didn't seem angry. It didn't last, the mood changed in seconds.

"Cissy Black, aren't you the bad witch? Granted that I look so much better than Armand, but why didn't you let me go?" He was doing the annoying music-directing with his quill; she knew it well, it was a weathervane predicting incoming storms.

"At the time I didn't know Armand." She threw her hands up.

Hermione looked at her and Narcissa took two steps back, she had Lucius' evil eye that made your skin burn. "What exactly did she do?" She looked at her father questioning him.

"She turned your mother to Dumbledore, and threatened her with death if she didn't leave, tsk, tsk. But it gets much worse than that, right dear?" He pointed the quill right at her.

Albeit Narcissa's terribly guilty face spoke volumes, she still hoped that he didn't know everything, not such luck.

"Bella was color blind, something not very many knew, which explains her terrible taste, never mind. The point is that you are your mother or close to it, but for your coloring and maybe a few minor differences. Since colors didn't matter she saw thru them and recognized you the first time she was around you, I think. As soon as she knew she told Cissa, they agreed, and she reinforced her curse, the one that made me dislike you and made you hate all Malfoy." His eyes were fastened to Narcissa, he was a snake reading to strike. "It explains why she has never been concerned to be found out, she grew complacent and didn't count on your reaction." He now looked extremely dangerous.

"'Why did you let her? You would have let her kill my daughter." He was angry, you could tell by the winds going across the room.

Narcissa cried a fake tear, "No darling, not true, Bella never…" Lucius took his glasses off.

"Come out, it is time," He looked to his left and then to Narcissa, "dry the fake tear."

Rabastan, who hated Bella and anyone who loved her, came from behind a bookshelf, "Not true, you already knew and asked Bella to help you, I was tied to the wall in case you've forgotten."

"Mother how could you?" Draco stepped away from his mom.

"Who knows? I was afraid your father would leave me, and was concerned about your rights to his fortune. I did it for you," and for herself, truth be told she still thought that Lucius was extremely hot, but why tell him. She never thought about Nannette being recognized by anyone. Like usual, all Lucius plans backfired and she paid the consequences. She'd figured that Nannette would always keep a low profile, and she would marry the wolf riffraff. Lack of foresight or not, Armand was in her future once he would get over about Remus and Lucinda, how was she to know that Lucinda was pregnant? She was but fifteen at the time. It wasn't her fault, it never was.

"Thanks Rabastan, you may leave," he waited until Rabastan was gone and put his glasses back on, "Well, well, now we all know, and trust me...I will think of an appropriate punishment. What exact curse did Bella do, and if it is from the Black library, how can …"

"Before you ask, I want an Unbreakable that you will not punish me."

She had him, "I could but there are others. And you know we have many good memories of our years together," he stopped to look at Hermione and Draco, who made a face that said punish away.

"I was saying, I have a better proposal, I can instead offer you protection from others who won't be so kind. You knew what Bella did to the Lestrange, and they want to get you. As it was, they have been planning and waiting for the right moment."

Narcissa accepting defeat pulled her wand, said a few words, and a grey stinky smoke came out Lucius' and Hermione's nose and ears.

"Water, it tastes rotten," Hermione gulped the water Draco poured her a tall glass.

"The taste of things gone bad," Lucius downed a glass of Firewhisky and started to read.

Without lifting his eyes from the books he was researching, Lucius started talking, "Narcissa Black, pack and be gone by tomorrow, you won't be welcome as my guest ever again, but this is my son's house as well and he will decide. Please leave while you are still safe, Mipsy and Pretzel are already packing for you."

Hermione and Draco were staring at Lucius's mild reaction, and both knew this wasn't the end.

"Now sit, no more of this," he looked at them.

Hermione's heart felt light as a feather, her love for her father was so big that she no longer saw him as pompous but just as part of him. She sat by him but first she kissed his cheek and mused his hair a little. He sighed and smiled content.

She eyed Draco still unhappy, she couldn't stop the ongoing reel inside her head, Draco half-naked with Astoria and his face twisted with lust, the scene at the club's loo played over and over... at least she now understood that was the past, she just wished she could forget it.

Draco, blissfully ignorant of what went on inside her mind, sat as close to her as she would allow it. He was still the same, he was desperate for his witch. She is so pretty, so mine, my sweet curly pea, yummy sweet pea, curly everywhere, yummy.

Three hours later, "Aha, I got it. I found it." Lucius read aloud.

The Lust Curse –

A study by Darius Malfoy

1450 revised 1722

It is believed the lust curse that has broken so many hearts and made a handful happy, could have originated during Arthurian times. The legends found indicate that a fey creature, perhaps someone related to Morgana, was shunned by a Malfeu. Why a lust-curse nobody knows other than only a few have actually married the one they lust.

It affects all Malfeu (later Malfoy) males. As for the witches, it depends. Unfortunately there are so few Malfoy witches that is diificult to ascertain how it afffects them. The curse does appear to be tied to the ill conceived Malfoy-Law which also affects Malfoy witches (See Malfoy Island (s) caveats. Secret scrolls XCII…)

A few records indicate that If the witch is the heir she will resist it, but unfortunate males are hopelessly ensnared. The witches' magic will allow them several consorts, if the consorts don't kill each other first. Bloody feuds have been recorded between aspirers. That particular variation might be a quirk and tied to the Malfoy Law, another grey area as far as witches are concerned. See scroll… All seems part of the original curse whose origins….

Draco felt sick, "Father can we get rid of the curse, I don't like the multiple consorts bit. I am already doomed with the Law..."

A familiar hand raised, one that Draco had seen thousands of times at Hogwarts, followed by a cough, "What Malfoy-Law? It sounds like something that I will not like." Hermione interrupted and both ignored her, intentionally.

"Wait there is more, but this scroll...hmm, it either had magic rot or it has been tampered with. I can still read a little, children of…sibling, will free…and Malfeu will ul ove ...land. A picture here, see, Malfoys, see the hair, father, daughter, son a..fe…"

"Many words are missing, but it is probably non-sense. At least you know now about your curse. My princess don't fret," but Lucius did. He would look more, and poor Draco he was truly doomed; mostly because Hermione was a Malfoy and his daughter, enough said.

a/n Poor Draco indeed.