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

Well, time to close this story. It went longer that I wanted. Not all be answered, it is a shorter story. This is the next to the last chapter.

Claims and Curses

By the time they got to the library Wilbur was leaving. He wore Muggle business clothes fitted to his lean toned body, his hair shorter and he was growing a small beard. He wore his glasses in lieu of his contact lenses.

Hermione had forgotten how truly beautiful he was, and she liked how anger made his features alive with emotion,

She stood looking at him as if for the first time. Lucius rubbed his nose's bridge. He was afraid of this. Best to say nothing.

"Sweet Pea, I am leaving," he greeted her with the customary kiss to her cheek, but not an air kiss, she felt his lips on her skin, and breathed his cologne and his familiar natural clean scent.

He caressed her chin briefly, "Your father has informed your marriage is fait-accompli. No, that won't stop me. I will try elsewhere. If you think I am gone, don't count on it. I never thought you wouldn't be mine. I should not have been a gentleman."

Two distinctive growls followed his comments. He turned around to face the Malfoy wizards, "Gentlemen, you will be hearing from me, if you think I will give up, think again."

She ran to him, her eyes were tearing; yes he was boring and too reserved, but he took care of her when she was growing up. It felt as if a hole had been left deep inside her heart.

He felt an incredible sadness, "Bye sweet curly, never forget you can always call me."

"I know. Take care." With this he left. The MoM officials escorting looked at them reprovingly.

Draco had a scowl, but Lucius shook his head. No sense fighting a lost battle. They could try, but things were what they were.

"Dad what is up with the wall…"

"I read about it, your magic is very potent," he chuckled, "sorry everyone is saying you aren't my daughter, and it is a ruse to whitewash my past. What can I say, it made me mad. Ehem, regardless of my past intentions."

Draco was looking at his father and was amazed at his ability to prepare his defenses; he was the master of cunning and always landing on his feet..

"The wards can take a physical form so I thought of the white paint. The reality was that the Dark Lord's stay here, thanks to Bella, tainted the entire Manor. True he was my idea, world domination is somewhat appealing…but things change, and who knows." He sighed deeply. Draco and Hermione looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

"Ah yes, the walls were actually stained with the evil and horror. And you my daughter, the most powerful of witches, are our savior. All his evil is gone." He smiled and came to hug his daughter.

Draco was flabbergasted to see how his father had managed it once more. Yeah, let me try something like that with my witch and see where that takes me. Which reminds me…

"Father, what is with the painting we saw…"

Hand raised, signaling to stop asking. Draco mumbled, bracing himself for a lot of hogwash.

Lucius seemed upset, and Hermione looked at Draco, they both looked apprehensive after Lucius sat down to rub his forehead.

"Sit down, both of you. Darling," he looked at Hermione and patted the place next to him in the couch, Draco sat next to her.

"It is best to come out and say it, it just appeared today. I couldn't take it down. It shows you by the fish pond, with, ehem," his mouth twisted and sighed, "with what seemed a changing number of hmm, well, spouses…if one were to judged by the familiarity they display with you," he cleared his throat and didn't dare to look at either of the couple.

"And what, that isn' enough explanation, do finish. There is more," Hermione demanded already unhappy, she had lots of questions. Draco had paled, not liking the possible answers.

"Well," Lucius sighed, "We cannot see the faces of the other wizards, and cannot tell if there are one or two, or even more, since the painting chose to have them against the sun, the only one we can clearly see is Draco. Yesterday afternoon I found another manuscript. That along with the fact that you are the first Malfoy heiress since the 1200 or 1300s years…"

He didn't want to say more.

"I want to know, now." She demanded.

"Okay, yes, you can and will have more than one spouse. Don't look like that, it is all tied to the scroll we saw, not sure how. Mostly because we don't know any fae folk if that is what they were. I don't think there are any left, but cannot say whether or not they've existed or were a Muggle legend. Then, I know legends are sometime factual," he looked at Draco who nodded slightly.

"I am not going to have more wizards telling me what to do. One spouse for each, enough is enough. What a crazy notion," she looked at Draco, "you would not allow it, would you?"

"Err, well, hmm," how could he tell her about the Malfoy law, besides his father wasn't saying something.

"My dear, what Draco is trying to say that we don't know the future, and that, as with the curse which makes us want another desperately, who knows what is in play here. Let's wait and see. There are so many unknowns, curses, legends, prophecies and the such, that who really knows."

Draco breathed easier, yet he thought he had recognized the others in the painting and wanted to ask more, yet he knew it wasn't wise. Still, he wanted to know. And, he had a question.

"What was up with Lord Bore?" He cringed at her evil glare.

"You don't get to call him that. Besides why should I lie. He fed me a bottle when he was a young boy; ever since I remember he was putting up with a inquisitive, what did you call me? Ah, yes, a pewee, since I was one, erase that smile, I am petite, not tiny. You two are abnormally tall, so cut it out," and Both Malfoy looked amused so she ignored them.

"Yes, I already miss him, or the idea of him." She sighed wistfully, and to Draco's horror she dried a runway tear that Lucius also saw and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Thanks Dad, and he did look very clever with his glasses, you see Daddy how they would make you look hot?"

"Yes, I was thinking some of the same. We can go to your cousin and you can help me to select a few frames."

Draco was outraged, "Did you just say that vermin looked hot?"

Neither Lucius or Hermione paid attention already making plans for shopping. Apparently his plans for a day with his wife, who was locked up in the bedroom, had been changed by his father's need to be the prettiest, as Hermione called him. Hopefully Nanette would soon make up with his dad. Draco hated sharing, he was an only child, and his dad was with Hermione over half of the day, reading in the library, shopping for books, etc. Granted he liked the same, but he wanted her all to himself. We all can wish as much as we want.

One year later

Lady and Lord Malfoy's anniversary's ball was most sought after social event, worldwide.

The celebrated couple was late, she had the babies just nine weeks old. She was bent over the chair in the dressing room, Draco was admiring her bum, a little bigger and even tastier, he bent, bit it and then slid inside her.

His body arched in pleasure, he couldn't get enough of her, or looking at her, front, back, sideways. He had already tasted it all.

"Sirs." Mipzy was in their room, good thing the dressing room's door was ajar.

"Bloody f…elf," his cussing days were over. He couldn't speak, his bollocks were tightening. He just loved watching their sexes together, he never got tired of his pewee, his sweet (curly) pea, his beloved witch...

He climaxed with a groan, for the third time that afternoon.

"It be no time to make babies, the hair witch be here."

Hermione giggled, "Later, let me go."

He sighed and moved away. "Meet me here after the first dance."

Yes, they were in love and in lust, apparently it worked for Hermione also a Malfoy, with the caveats (unknown) for being an heiress. Just ask Lucinda and Remus, who had been caught in many events shagging.

When they came down the steps to claps and many adoring eyes. They turned and looked at Lucius and his wife. The older couple were besotted, and because his marriage to Narcissa was a sham since they had already bonded, they had married in a private ceremony. And imagine she was pregnant, a boy this time, but his heir was Hermione. In any case, the L'orc had vast fortunes belonging to Nanette and her children.

Remus had not come. He and Lucinda were traveling with Teddy, and their daughter. His daughter with Nanette stayed with her mom, now Lucius had his dream three Malfoy witches, because he had demanded Remus allowed him to adopt Anastasia, which he accepted with a broken heart and now avoided Malfoy Manor.

As for Narcissa she had her Malfoy, nearly as handsome and he didn't pretend, the lust worked on her Armand, even if Lucius still set her heart a flutter, and why lie, she loved him as well, even if one sided. For that, she still had Muggle books, and her imagination went a long way. Nanette detested her, and Narcissa couldn't care less. A few months Narcissa had told her, "Darling, be as mad as you want, but I had his delicious bod for many years. Do I regret it? Only because I hurt Armand."

Draco spotted it at once one of the problems in his life, namely, Henri, his hated half-brother. The innovator of magic perfumery, the prettiest number two. All the witches drooled when they saw hi at the very least. Last night he had sent his solicitor with a binding claim. He had officially called the Malfoy-Law. The one reason he had shagged his beloved witch every time he had a chance.

Henri was his sibling, and after much thought he decided it could work. After all, he loved making moving pictures of his witch and him, and could imagine being in the midst, yeah that would work, the idea fed of him and grew like a mold.

He surprised Henri by smiling back, now to convince his sweet pea, the crux of the matter.

"Pewee, my love, smile to Henri, there," a she looked at him suspiciously, and he avoided her eyes.

It still irked her how the truckload of snakes had snared most of her dear friends. Snakes everywhere, and her dad the prettiest of them, she had tried to find a conspiracy and couldn't find any evidence. It made her sick. Yes, oh yes, way in the back of her mind she was suspicious tah her father was somehow involved in the marriage decree. Mind you that she didn't regret any of them. Her dark father, her deceitful Draco, and her sweet babies. The babies under Mipzy's thumb. The evil elf brought out old scrolls (that looked fake) claiming she was the rightful nanny of the first born.

Wait a minute there, why was Henri, looking at her as if she were dessert. She gave him a dirty look and he winked and bit his bottom lip. She snared and he threw her an air kiss. She decided not to look at him anymore. All he did the entire evening was to follow her around, what was up with Draco? Why wasn't putting an end to it?

Lucius was calling everyone's attention . "Everyone, today is the anniversary of the happiest day of my life, I found my daughter, my lost love, and my muchloved nephew-son Draco married my daughter, it is indeed a day to celebrate. Also the day the L'orc and Malfoy fortunes united, a happy day indeed."

Nasty envious tongues were flapping; many unhappy how Lucius had come out at top. He was now the ambassador between the Muggles and the magical world; yet, nobody dared to say a word about the musical chairs. They all knew and didn't care. The ball continued, everyone was given exquisite gifts commemorating the ocassion, and the praises for the Malfoy, no wonder. Besides, the food and drinks were the best ever, all was well.

Wilbur had decided give the Letti a chance. He was happy-ish at the start, until he saw Hermione pregnant, and he remembered his father's wishes, "I cannot marry Robert, (yes he knew and didn't care both have loved each other until his father's enemies destroyed them) but I want you and Hermione to celebrate our love, and you know she might be the one." Of course he now knew Hermione's wasn't Robert's but still, now he was sure how he felt.

This day, when he saw her come down, memories assailed him. …

That day long ago when Hermione sat on his lap, he had climaxed; gods she had rubbed all over him about 100 times which was the reason he'd reprimanded her. He was 23 and she was 15. Sadly he was more than a little in love after that. Now, the more he saw her the more he wanted her.

His girlfriend was very clever and knew, so those days she made him forget quickly. Though it worked less and less. Her sister had a bag of tricks to distract Ron when the Hermione funk started. She turned around and saw her sister who rolled her eyes and mouthed, "see me later."

After the party, the problem was becoming evident, he no longer wanted her, he wanted what was his. Malfoy had cheated him, and this wouldn't do.

He was the best in a long line of solicitors that specialized in magical law, his father had insisted, "Son, we can hide but the fact is that the law has saved us more than once. Is better than revealing ourselves, if we do anything we will be noticed by someone."

He loved his father more than ever for his advice, he had finally found a clause. He consulted their MoM liason. And 18 moths after their wedding an owl came in Malfoy Manor, right behind it a cloud of Aurors dropped in.

They demanded to see Hermione. Harry was looking uncomfortable but his hands were tied, he was up for the division's job.

Hermione came out the room with two Malfoy, Harry's eyebrow went up. They were all sleepy, and she held one hand each, what?

"Who. ?" Harry asked, his voice a little too sharp. He was rather unhappy, he had two witches at home, but if Mimi wanted a second why didn't she ask, I should had been asked. "Mimi, I asked who is that?" He pointed at their hands.

Three voices answered, "And how is this any of your business?"

He still looked peeved, "Err. Never mind." Wait till I owl Ron, we asked her more than once to be in a triad. And she said that just wasn't right, indeed.

"Have you read your owl?" He asked with clenched teeth, good the Malfoy creeps won't get her either.

She opened, and her voice was very angry, "You, you Harry Potter, you are helping him, you dirty rat."

Draco and whoever, a younger Lucius look alike, read it and both went to pull their wands. Before they could do it they had five wands at each of their throats. Meanwhile, Hermione's hair was flying all over the place, Harry still looked the other way.

Lucius came out and saw his baby all upset, his precious daughter. Of course his hair was tousled, and he showed a few bites on his neck, both Hermione and Draco looked at each other and said , "Gag," and shuddered. Henri laughed, "Hypocrites."

Draco turned and told Henri, "Remember when we found Mom and your daddy all cozy au natural, and we both screamed?

"No, you screamed, me as his son, had no problems, remember the Malfoy Law?"

"Yes, forget it. He," Draco pointed at Lucius,"is still my dad, and I don't need to be reminded it of h..."

"Enough, quiet you two. What is going on here?"

Hermione ran to his arms and broke in what Harry had already deemed as 'fake tears.' The ugly feeling of jealousy had taken a hold of him.

"The MoM has declared my marriage to Draco as invalid, and they said my contract with Wilbur stands. Mom and Dad fibbed about my birthdate for 'society's sake'...they were idiots. Wilbur remembered the families at their estate for nearly six months. He wrote it on his personal owl. He says I was born in July instead of September after their wedding, so my contract to Wilbur stands, because I was twenty four the day I married Draco."

Her mother had come in the room carrying the baby.

"Mom did you hear?"

Her mom paled and bit her lip.

"Nannette is that true, you said Yuletide. If it happened in Samhain you were also lovers with Tom. It wasn't just a moment of weakness."

She grimaced, "Sorry darling I didn't want you mad. Tom was to be my husband."

Harry's antennae went up, "Which Tom?"

"Shut up, none of your business," all the Malfoy hushed him at once.

Lucius was angry, but not as much as Hermione, "Yes, you were young, and blah, blah…"

Lucius interrupted, "Was Tom your first?" He was seething, he hadn't asked because he'd trusted her.

She didn't answer. Lucius tightened his jaw, and he was remembering how he'd kept supporting the traitor Voldemort.

"Now mommy dearest, so technically Wibur is right. So why didn't the unbreakable work?"

"Because we wrote, '24th birthday' but fibbed the dates. The unbreakable was confused, it happens."

Now righteous Harry intervened, "Hermione, we need you to accompany us. The Royal Muggles demand you do what is right; Wilbur has done many favors for them; to include hiding many peccadilloes from the younger set. I didn't know but he holds many titles, as you do and hid it from us. It will be a diplomatic incident we cannot afford, after all, we ocuppy alternate space on their land. "

"No, I will not go," and she started levitating, and before Harry could do much, she went up and just vanished.