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This and one more short chapter. I will leave the finished story up for a few weeks,and it will be removed. Just to let you all know

Last time Hermione was going to be taken into custody to force her to marry Wilbur.

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Secrets Filled Malfoy Layer Cake

The same week Draco disappeared for a long sabbatical and meanwhile Lucius wasn't leaving any legal stone unturned. It seemed hopeless.

Nanette went to talk to Wilbur, who no longer was living with Letti. He proved to be inflexible; he had promised his father and Robert a child with her, and he was unyielding.

Sadly, Nanette knew his stubborn streak was like the Malfoy Lust curse. He would cause untold problems and she wished she hadn't make the unbreakable but Robert and Sven insisted, Sven knew Hermione; and Robert knew that Wilbur had taken after his mother, self-righteous and a straight arrow, who would bore her to tears. Thus they had demanded the unbreakable, wanting both houses united. And she also wanted it for reasons of her own. Lucius didn't need to know more.

"But Wilbur darling, they have the twins, be reasonable."

"Not my problem, I will love them as my own. You knew and agreed. I've been promised her since she was in nappies, a child of hers is a child of mine, next?" He was unyielding.

Nanette had forgotten how beautiful he was, just like his father, yet there was something else about Wilbur that made him glow? She knew why before but it was now an elusive thought. She felt truly bad, she loved him and didn't want him so sad. Oh dear, he really cared.

"Is it the child thing?"

'It is, partially, but it goes beyond that. You must know, you know what you meant to..."

She turned red as a beet, "Don't say it, ever, please. Lucius would, please."

Nannette didn't want to remember, it still hurt, and it had been wrong. Yes, she owed him, she did care for Wilbur, and had an idea. It might work, she imagined, at least for a while.

"So how did it go?"

She told them.

"No, I don't like the idea. Besides how can you trust someone that looks like him, he is too perfect. We need to Obliviate him." Lucius suggested. Nanette rolled her eyes, to think Lucius would say you shouldn't trust someone beautiful.

"No," Armand was a lot straighter than Lucius, "That is punishable with Azkaban. I want Henri's happiness but not like this."

"No, that isn't the way. My idea might work out better. Of course it might only be a temporary fix, and he is a solicitor. The best on Magical Law, and he will eventually find a way. But it is worth a try."

Lucius went thru the wardrobe to meet with the renegades. He found them drinking tropical drinks. Draco and Hermione were reading, half naked and wrapped around each other.

His eyebrows shut up; it bothered him that Draco was all over his daughter, and was his hand inside her Muggle swimming knickers? He blushed and coughed. Henri was swimming and not around. Draco ignored his evil eye; they were married even if Lucius didn't think anyone was good enough for Hermione. It was ludicrous.

Lucius was fuming, yes, consulting Nanette on how to stop this... yet, wait…he loved his wife's Muggle swimming clothes, better to keep quiet. He kept forgetting Draco was his son, but as Nanette had said, he had a strong case of 'nobody is good enough for my little witch,'…maybe royalty. Good thing that Henri wasn't around, the idea if Henri doing the same than Draco was doing gave him a headache. Seeing the public handling of his daughter just wasn't respectful.

He was going to say something when he saw the babies sleeping next to them. They were being watched by Mipzy, her kin, and a few of the mountain gargoyle children. Other islanders were also around. It was a fact, the twins were popular, no wonder, as beautiful as his daughter, and…okay and his son. Even the confounded pesky grey birds were all around, a good thing since there were no pesky bugs any where close. It appeared that the babes were also the little birds favorite.

He bent and pick one up in each arm, his perfect grandchildren, his daughter's babies, the world was lucky. All the Islanders agreed, some too much.

After greeting and before he could say something, Hermione interrupted, "Dad, I have told Draco, and he doesn't believe me, neither does Henri. There are spooky 'things' that live here. I see their eyes outside our windows. Very big and strange, and I am sure that they are nobody we know. They must be awfully tall to reach the top windows. Last night, 'they' took the babies. Yes Draco don't roll your eyes. The babies weren't in the room when I went in. By the time I came to get you they were back, were wide awake, and they had...are you ready, circlets around their tiny heads."

"Father, we need to get out of here, she is losing it, there were no crowns on them." He made an eye sign to Lucius. "I went in the room, and they were asleep. They had burrowed under the blankets..."

"Uh-hu, yes, and what are these?" She pointed at the babies' wrists.

Both babies had delicate and exquisite cuffs around their wrists.

"Darling those are a little excessive," he said examining the complex interlocking platinum chain with embedded flat gems. The babies moved their arms, and the chains rattled and sang a lullaby, that sounded, well… otherworldly. He'd be darn the babies cooed, and their eyes shone.

He noticed the markings. They were special all right; holly f…they were incorrigible. Hopefully, they would not have any effect upon the children. The bloody prophecy about the two plus the 'one.' It was all nonsense, they needed to get used to it…but then…hmm. Besides, there was the Draco's debacle refusing to go to the island. He guessed they wouldn't allow it again. The babes were their joy. Soon they would be more babies, but the twins were special.

"You don't get it, they didn't have them until later last night, and I cannot remove them, and yes they had crowns that look like this."

Draco nodded when she turned around. "Father, my sweet bride needs civilization, needs to be away from here, needs the library and the smell of old scrolls' parchment."

When she moved, Lucius noticed her neck. Oh, no, he moved his finger to call Draco's attention, whose head nodding confirmed his suspicion, they had marked his daughter, to track her. Good thing she could not seen the faint markings at the base of her skull. And also noticed new multihued colored hair strands on Hermione's head. Gods, what were they doing?

"Father are you here, what are you looking at? What are those bracelets, you know something. Let me see, and why are …"

Time to change this. "We need to look into this, maybe islanders came and gifted them. You know there are some odd creatures, but mostly pint size. I think you really need to go back home."

Yes she did, with the children. The islanders in question were willy and were up to nothing good. No sense in trying to reason with the lot, he was at a clear disadvantage. He suspected they wanted his daughter to stay there. Time to go. Lucius concluded.

"Darling, your mom made a deal with Wilbur… "

Draco growled; Henri who was just out the water —wearing vulgar bathing wear, as per Lucius— started to curse in French, and, yes, his hand was also all over her; and Hermione chewed her lip.

The two young wizards needed to learn some manners, he most certainly would consult Nanette.

Wilbur's Findings

Wilbur had eagerly accepted Nanette's proposal. Let them think it would be over; he knew otherwise. The babe would form the link. Their child would be the first stepping stone, he was certain…

His family and the Malfoy went ways back, nearly a millennium. It was a Malfoy wizard who had seduced one of his kin. She was a married princess, and it was her husband who cursed the Malfoy to always lust, and to be miserable if they could not get the 'one.' Which happened to the first Malfoy and all the ones to follow. As for his kind, her mother, a powerful princess, Morgana's cousin, was angry when she found out her precious daughter chained and her wings clipped.

In turn, the princess cursed the males of his family to be boring around most females and stubborn, to make sure their lives were hell. Furthermore, she forbidden them to stay, but was unable to do much more …And three or four curses later, the couple put an end to it by forgiving each other; then left this realm and their children behind. Hence their progeny suffered the curses brought about by their family drama, for the time there after. As he understood, the couple were now rulers of many realms and in an ongoing battle against Morgana,

The first born Malfoy daughter could undo the wrongs by marrying one of his kin and by having a daughter with him. Their daughter would be a princess to undo all the curses. But he couldn't tell Hermione, otherwise it wouldn't work; rules, rules, rules. Ah, yes he was a prince amongst his kind, but that was irrelevant, or so he thought.

At Malfoy Manor

Hermione entered the room. "No, don't stop me. I refuse to hide for the rest of my life, and I suspect that Wilbur who has waited since I was twelve, will wait some more. Let's not forget that Wilbur is my friend since I was born, and that Mom really cared for Sven, Wilbur's dad. I am going to see him; he is nearly family and knows me rather well. And Dad, how does the Malfoy Law apply to me?"

"I guess is best if I tell you, you have enough magic to have several, err, husbands? If Henri was able to marry, you could marry him. Did you know that you, ehem, because your magic, whatever you do with one the others will feel? Besides that, your magic makes them feel as if they were the only one, very complex For that matter you could marry anyone else you'd wish. But if it isn't a Malfoy, he has to agree to follow the law. A Malfoy child, doesn't have stepparents."

She raised an eyebrow, "Ah. So does it apply to all the children, or only if they are boys? Uh, aha, a sexist law, it figures."

Neither of the wizards had an answer. "It was made at the time there were no Malloy heiresses." Lucius was inspired.

Hermione raised her eyebrow doubtfully. "Yeah, sure? whatever?" And lowered the hood of the robe covering her from head to toe worn during the cave crossing from wardrobe to wardrobe, that she walked with her eyes closed aided with a guiding charm.

Several stowaways came out flying in all directions to everyone's distress, to including a small swarm of the dreaded grey birds and other exotic critters. before anything could be done must flew out the window, except a few who perched on Hermione's shoulder. Great she now attracts pests, Lucius thought.

"Darling you must check yourself before you travel," but stopped his speech when he noticed her wicked evil eyes, "when, you know that Harry let sensors all over the Manor, they will be here in minutes."

"No, we are here, now." Harry's office had full Floo access. He pulled his wand to bind her, "You must com…"

Hermione once again escaped the bind by raising from the ground and vanishing.

"How does she do that?"

Both Armand and Lucius said the same in unison,"She is a Malfoy witch, you don't expect us to tell you."

"Be glad that I am her friend. She needs to turn herself in. She is creating an incident and already has been a month. By the way, where are Draco and the other blond."

"They are no being sought by anyone, are they?" Lucius asked.

They weren't, but the idea she was in a triad with two Malfoy didn't sit well, even though she was also a Malfoy. He just couldn't get pass it. Ron had been also displeased; sadly neither knew they were caught by the Malfoy snare, but it would pass. They would be happy with their spouses after a while…albeit nobody knew how long a while was.

Wilbur was drinking alone, he poured out a strange bottle he had pulled out a hidden wine cave. After reading the documents spread in front of him, he had finally figured out the old tale. And he was sure Hermione was the answer.

At the beginning, he knew of the old myth of a Malfoy, and come to find she was one. He was messed up because he truly cared for her. He dreamed about her; thought about her; and he was falling apart. It worsened the day when he saw her pregnant, it had physically hurt. He drank more hoping to ease the pain.

"I thought I would find you here. Hey Brutus old dog. How is my sweet boy?" Hermione was there in front of him and had picked up the cairn to let him lick her face.

"You are here?"

She looked at Wilbur, he was dressed in jeans, an old t-shirt from a Rock concert, and barefooted. She never had seen him with messy hair. She looked at him once over. Hmm, he hadn't shaved in days; damn, he actually looked great, more than great. She felt a stab of something… deep inside her lower belly.

"We must talk," she also noticed that he didn't look happy, off, that was it.

"Unless you are going to say that you are here to marry me, there is nothing to talk about. And before you say anything else. Do you want the lust curse to go away for your children?"

"How?"

"Read this."

She read…she was thirsty and took a long sip of his drink. Uff, darn, it smelled delicious...agh, it burnt, " What is this?" She asked between coughs.

"Oh, no! Did you drink, how much? Oh, bloody hell, maybe not enough, Let's hope."

"Why do you look so different, your face glows, did you give me a drug? Your face, so beautiful, wow…your eyes…"

"I am afraid that I cannot let you go. I was careless my sweet curly pea, maybe this is for the best."

At Malfoy Manor

"What is happening where is she?" Draco and Henri sounded worried. She had been gone for hours. The babies were upset, and it that weren't enough, jealousy was gnawing at them, which was rather unpleasant.

"She is taking care of important business, and lower your voice, the Aurors are listening. Harry left listening charms all over the place. " Lucius informed them.

They were not too smart, if he were right, perhaps all Malfoy would benefit. He had re-read the Malfoy Curse scroll again, a short while before; and maybe not only whitewashing but much more would come their way, all thanks to his great idea of marrying Draco and Hermione by fixing the study, he was a genius. He smiled to himself, well if only the buffoons would be more proper, if only.

Draco was fuming, sharing her with his half brother was acceptable, more than that, it was like seeing himself making love to his Hermione, HIS. Let Henri be fooled and think it was a real share, it wasn't. Now, the too perfect Wilbur was something else, a danger. Something was nagging at the back of his brain. He needed to go to the Library.

At Wilbur's

Hermione sat on his lap. "You should have told me." He was caressing her tenderly, and his love was pouring out him. Her head on his chest felt like a homecoming.

"We are fugitives, ordered to leave and stayed. We have powers, not magic we just do, powers that you've absorbed from me since you were little and made you even stronger. I think one of Morgana's found Dad and Robert, killed their human bodies, and now they can never come back. It was probably your father, err, Robert's fault."

"And how about you, do they know of your existence?"

"No, my father never told them anything, and he really wanted our union. He had many reasons, but none to do with you being a Malfoy. Nanette never said it was Lucius; particularly since she believed that your father was, never mind. I know that you think I am boring, which is partly because of the curse, and I am just afraid to say too much. I needed you to care for me without my charms. It is part of the deal. If so, I can break our curse."

"So the curse…"

"Curses as in more than one."

"Yes, you said already, A daughter of one of your royals whose lover was a Malfoy, was the curse trigger. When her husband found out, he cursed the Malfoy and his children to lust for the one, and he died lusting for her?"

"Yes. According to this," he showed her the manuscripts.

"I've seen part of this, but she was a what? I hear Morgana, but I also know the Fey weren't real. If she was related to you, then you…"

"Never mind, cut it out. Suffice to know that your child with one of us will right many wrongs. You are a first born heiress, hence my family's enemies will leave us alone. It will come to pass when you become one, err, because our baby will have mixed blood. It is the reason there are no females born in my family, the curse. And, it is also the reason why there were no Malfoy heiress since those times. Now you see how the chance of this happening were null. The curse breaker must be the child of a Malfoy female heiress with one of our males; or one from one of our females with a Malfoy heir."

Something- Wilbur had said, wait, he was talking, "I think there is also something else about the Malfoy. You aren't entirely human. You have something extra, just not certain what. By the way Morgana fears our union, one like ours. I have the theory she loved the Malfoy in the story, and she did something and is afraid, and the very the reason she is out to kill. Who knows? By the way, you really look different, what is with the chameleon hair coloring?"

"No idea, it happened recently, just noticed myself. So why didn't something happened to me?"

"I think that they never figured out about you. Your mother is extremely powerful, your grandfather was...yeah, I won't say it. She hid you well, or you would be dead. I think many Malfoy witches died in the womb. Nasty stuff."

He hissed when she moved. His head fell backwards, the pleasure ran down his spine. The way she sat with his cock wedged in the right place was perfect, he though and pressed his hips againt her. In a swift move he turned her to straddle him. She was so warm. He shuddered, "My sweet girl, yes…" His fingers dug onto her waist.

"Move a little to the right,"he shuddered, "oh gods, yes, there... so good. Yes," his hips jutted forwards, his eyes glowed.

She giggled, "You still like it." She licked his chin. Shivers ran thru her. He was right there, it would be so easy. Naughtily, she moved intentionally.

"No, bad girl, easy, no. And yes, I do, I often dream about it. That day I had a climax, naughty girl. My father nearly killed me when he saw me, he sensed it and was furious. He said that I need to wait till we were married, and he told me that I had blown my chances because of the curse's conditions. That was the reason behind the unbreakable."

"Wilbur, I love my family cannot leave them. I love Draco and Henri."

"Why? Don't lie; I am sure that you love me. I will be enough."

"Listen to me; yes, I cannot lie, I love you. Hadn't Draco come along…but he did. You need to know, my magic will allow me to have several husbands."

"My sweet, stop there, I cannot share because I won't be able to have sex with you with others around, I will look like this. It is because I love you and won't be able either conceal my non-human parts, or stop my instincts; with you I am mush."

"Wait, they cannot see what I see."

"True, but that is under normal circumstances. This other self cannot be concealed when I have sex with my beloved, and it will happen. My father warned me, it happened to him with his first wife, who was murdered because she kept thinking about her lover and what she had seen. Unluckily, someone 'heard her,' after they saw her shinning like a beacon; as for my father was able to escape. It only happens with a beloved; you just didn't see it that day when you ran away giggling and not looking back." He pulled her aside, stood up, and turned around.

"Is that what I am thinking?" Her eyes bright with wonderment, she moved backwards.

"No, no, come," and he picked her up and flew her around the conservatory. She squealed like a child.

"Wow and wow."

A/N I don't want to leave this unfinished since it is all written. Just one more short chapter. As I said, it will be left in place for a short while and then taken down.