The horror-stricken look on Theo's face when they landed in the foyer was enough for Draco's stomach to roll. His skin was still burning, and from the unexpected transformation, Lyra's blood covered his hands.

"Lyra, big breaths, come on, sweetheart," Granger was encouraging. Without the frenzied paparazzi, Granger came out of her shocked state and began to assess the little girl. "Lyra, we're safe; no one is here. You're okay," Granger soothed, her hands running up and down Lyra's warm body.

The gold eyes flashed at Granger when Lyra untucked her face from Draco's chest, as the child's panic still etched on her face.

"Come on, baby, tell me five things you can see," Granger murmured, keeping her tone gentle and low. "I can see Draco, a painting on the wall, Theo's snake plant, a cloud through the window, and your pretty dress."

Lyra didn't speak, her eyes still wild as they darted between Granger's, but her body temperature was beginning to come down.

"Four things you can feel?" Granger asked, and again, Lyra didn't say anything but watched her mother intently. "I can feel Draco's hair," Granger reached up and ruffled the strands hanging in his face, soaked in sweat. Lyra licked her lips and said nothing, but her little hand lifted to mimic her mother's actions.

"Good, now, the tile floor, oh, it's cold! I can feel that." Granger pulled her hand away from the marbled flooring as if it were made of ice. It might feel that way very well in this weather without the rugs Theo had thrown everywhere.

Again, Lyra followed her mother's examples, but she clunge to Draco to keep herself from falling.

"I feel…Theo's soft jumper," Granger said, leaning over to Theo and brushing her hand against his forearm. When her fingers grazed him, Draco watched as Theo's body tensed at the contact he wasn't prepared for. Draco bit his tongue and waited for Theo to snap, telling Granger to keep her hands to herself, but he didn't. Theo didn't even move from his crouched position as he watched, hardly breathing when Lyra reached out to feel his jumper.

Her little fingers touched him, and Draco could feel her body relaxing more at the contact. Unlike Granger, who had just made contact and retreated, Lyra continued rubbing her hand against the designer material, drawing patterns as she watched her hand.

"And I can feel my heart beating in my chest," Granger said, pressing both her hands against her breasts. Taking two deep breaths with a slow exhale, Draco was amazed as Lyra continued to calm down but also felt himself following. The attention and chaos at St. Mungo's didn't seem overwhelming, and his desire to hunt down every one of those reports remained, but he didn't feel murderous about it.

"I can hear," Lyra began, speaking for the first time since the elevator, continuing in her mother's place. "Theo's breathing, the cars outside, and the fire." Draco kept himself from laughing at her comment about Theo, but where Theo might have otherwise been offended, the other wizard nodded his head in agreement.

"Two…" Lyra trailed off, her brows scrunching in concentration as she tried to recall her next step. Granger tapped her nose, to which Lyra nodded excitedly. "I can smell Theo and mummy!"

Draco looked down to see that Lyra was still rubbing Theo's forearm, though now her attention was entirely on her mother. Draco's gaze drifted to Theo, and to his utter surprise, Theo was watching Lyra, his mouth hanging open as if he was seeing the child for the first time.

"And I can taste…" Lyra tapped her finger to her chin. Her body temperature was back to normal now, and even though Draco's skin still stung from the lashing out of her magic, he didn't move to remove her from his lap.

"Mummy, I don't know what I taste," Lyra said at last, looking at the three adults.

"How about…" Granger trailed off, her hands reaching out and scooping Lyra from Draco's hold. She spun around the room, causing the little girl to squeal with delight. "Vanilla ice cream!"

"Yes! Ice cream!" Lyra chanted. The wings that had emerged splayed out, causing feathers to come free and float around the room. It seemed like a scene from a fairytale, and when one landed on Draco's arm,

It was easily the softest thing he'd ever felt in his life. The blood that covered her little back and the torn material from her dress and shirt made his heartache, but from what Draco had thought was a total crisis moments before, it was now something that Lyra was laughing over while holding onto her mother.

"Can Draco and Theo come get ice cream too?" Lyra asked, looking to the side where Draco and Theo were still seated on the ground.

"Ask them," Granger encouraged, setting her daughter on her feet. The golden glow of Lyra's eyes was still dimming as she got closer. A white light shone in the space when she reached out and touched Theo. When the light cleared, Lyra's wings were gone, and the silver eyes that were the same hue as his were looking at Theo, a smile wide on her face.

"Come get ice cream with me?" Lyra asked, her childish voice and innocent manner melting Draco. Draco looked up to his love and watched Theo's throat bob as he swallowed the emotions.

"I'd love to eat ice cream in the dead of winter," Theo answered, taking Lyra's hand and letting the little girl lead him to the kitchen.

—

Whatever Astoria's plan had been, it backfired spectacularly in her face. With Lyra now exposed and identified as the Malfoy Heiress and a full-blooded Veela, nothing stopped Draco from going in front of the Wizengamot.

"Mrs. Malfoy," the Chief Warlock said, rubbing at his temples and sighing. "Did you or did you not know that Mr. Malfoy had sired a child before your wedding day?"

"He has been cheating on me for years!" Astoria spat, dodging the direct question. Her hair was pulled back in a low bun, and she'd gone without any makeup, attempting to portray herself as the wronged party.

"That has been noted, Mrs. Malfoy, as I said earlier when you revealed Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Nott's relationship to this court," Chief Warlock drawled, pushing his glasses up his nose. "However, per your marriage contract, there was no clause to prevent Mr. Malfoy from engaging in relations outside the marriage bed."

"He sired a child while promised to me! There is a clause that no child–"

"The bonding ceremony wouldn't have allowed Mr. Malfoy to sire a child during your marriage. The question is not when he sired the child. Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger have established that date. The question is, were you aware of the child before your wedding day."

"I would also like to point out that Draco hasn't even attempted to produce a legitimate heir–"

"MRS. MALFOY!"

"Yes, fine! Alright! I burned her letter! It was a week before our wedding, and she had the audacity of a common whore to write to my intended that she was pregnant! We were set to be married, and there was no way even to confirm that her child was Draco's until after it was born when we were already married!" Astoria's solicitor sat beside her, rubbing at his temples as Draco's soon-to-be ex-wife threw her hands in the air. "I was protecting him! How did I know she wasn't just after his money?"

"That wasn't your call to make!" Draco hissed, leaning over his table shooting daggers at the witch.

"Well, you obviously were making such great decisions! Especially where to stick your–"

"MRS. MALFOY! MR. MALFOY! This has gone far enough!" The Chief Warlock bellowed, standing from his seat, glaring at each of them over the top of his spectacles. "Mrs. Malfoy, while I can sympathize with you that your husband wasn't performing his duties, legally, there is no recourse for his action per the contract you signed."

"But–" Astoria started but was cut off with a look from the intimidating wizard.

"Mr. Malfoy, I can see that you've petitioned the court to name Lyra Granger-Malfoy as the heir to the Malfoy estate."

"Yes, Your Honour. Had I known Ms. Granger was expecting my child, I would never have married Mrs. Malfoy."

"I can understand that, Mr. Malfoy," the man said, sighing as he rubbed his temples again. "The issue still stands that you refused to engage with Mrs. Malfoy to produce an heir per your marriage contract."

"I had no need, as I already have an heir. Lyra has been named my heir–"

"Mr. Malfoy, even though you have now named an heir, it does not negate that you failed to fulfill your contracted duties. As such, this court has no choice but to award Mrs. Malfoy compensation of six million galleons for denying the House of Malfoy an heir."

The amount was a drop in a bucket in the grand scheme of things, but Draco's fist still clenched at Astoria getting even a knut of his money.

"Mrs. Malfoy," the man said, pushing his glasses up his nose as he looked down at a beaming Astoria. Six million wouldn't get her far, but Draco suspected she didn't know how expensive her lifestyle was.

"Thank you, Your Honour," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, at least having enough sense to look down at the table as if she were a demure maiden. Fucking cow, more like it.

"For your deliberate neglectful actions in denying Mr. Malfoy the knowledge of his heir, this court awards Lyra Granger-Malfoy and Hermione Granger six million galleons. In being denied her father and her heritage, undue stress could have been avoided had your actions not occurred."

The pandemonium that erupted at the declaration had Draco's eyes widening and a grin spreading across his face. Astoria and her solicitor were already up and out of their seat, attempting to argue their point, but Chief Warlock had already stood and was leaving the courtroom into his chambers.

"This is not the end!" Astoria screamed, her face screwed up when she glared at him, but Draco knew it was over.

Theo and Granger had already run from the crowd, holding Draco between them. Theo's shoulders shook as he cried, holding Draco's face, peppering kisses across his cheeks and then landing on his lips.

"You did it, my love. You've done it," Theo chanted, brushing Draco's hair away from his eyes.

The freedom they'd been fighting for to break away from their families had been long fought, but now they were on the other side.

"Let's go home," Draco turned to look at Granger and cupped her face. Without a second thought, his lips met hers.

—

One Month Later…

The days had been long, and Draco was exhausted. He was finally done with Astoria, but the world knew about Lyra and that she was a veela.

The owls coming to their home and his office were a steady stream, some reporters asking for an inside scoop, others were well-wishers, and a few were harassment and hate mail. The hate mail varied from other pureblood families that found the Malfoy name to be a disgrace now that a creature was named his heir. Others were fans of Granger who wanted to express their disgust that a former Death Eater was the father of their Golden Girl's daughter.

Regardless, their Golden Girl hadn't lived in England for five years, and her public presence had been scarce long before that after Potter had fallen ill.

Tossing a bundle of letters into the fire, Draco scowled when the blue smoke plumed, indicating he'd narrowly avoided a nasty powder.

"Another round of congratulations?" Granger asked, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the hearth burning bright behind Draco's desk.

When the mail started pouring in, Draco was concerned about how Granger would handle the notoriety, especially with Lyra involved. She'd surprised him when she'd merely shrugged her shoulders and said she had no interest. She was worried about public opinion as long as no one was showing up on their doorstep (Theo had woven more charms and enchantments into the building to ensure that would never happen).

That was when Granger confided that she'd been dealing with bad publicity since their fourth year and that Weasley's mother had been one of her loudest critics then.

"Oh yes, all inquiring when Lyra will be getting a sibling," Draco drawled, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers in front of him. "A bouncing baby boy, give me someone to corrupt." He wiggled his brows, and Granger couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, we should get on that. The rumors say that you're planning to marry Lord Nott, and he has an estate that also needs an heir," her voice had dropped an octave, becoming husky and seductive.

He'd been joking when he'd recited one of the most common themes of the fan letters–yes, his little guilty pleasure had been reading those after the mail had passed Theo's inspection charms to make sure nothing dangerous or hurtful was enclosed. The number of people ready for baby Malfoy number two had Draco aching with the vivid image of what Granger would look like walking around with a swollen belly filled with his child.

He'd never expected her to actually…

"What do you say, Malfoy?" she asked, sauntering toward him, "want to practice making a baby with me?"

Draco reached for the glass of firewhisky on his desk, taking a sip to wet his now-dry mouth. She was being serious. Hermione Granger…she was…oh fuck.

Stepping further into his study, the robe she'd been wearing fell down her shoulders, showing off the thin straps of her negligee. Never in his life had Draco thought a collarbone could be sexy, but with that simple move, she'd proven him wrong.

Rubbing a hand over his face, Draco lost all pretenses of trying to play it cool and not look like he was a lad seeing boobs for the first time.

The way a smile spread on Granger's face, Draco knew he was lost to her. She'd been living with them for a while now, and Theo teased him endlessly, asking when Draco would finally drop the pretense and invite Granger into their bed. It wasn't that Theo was looking for a romantic relationship with the witch, but the bloody menace loved a good cuddle, and Draco felt Granger would entertain him.

"I talked to Theo, and he agreed," Granger purred as the top of her negligee dropped, exposing her breast to him.

Fucking. Perfect.

Pregnancy and breastfeeding had made her breasts fuller than they'd been the last time he'd seen them, and if they had been glorious before, by gods, Draco was prepared to build a shrine to them now to worship them.

"He said that he wants to name the next baby his heir. He's also going to adopt Lyra, so he's her Papa. It turns out that fatherhood suits him better than he'd thought it would."

"Is that, uh, is that so?" Draco mumbled out, wetting his lips as the silk slipped past Granger's hips, showing off the neatly trimmed hairs between her legs.

"I know, so otherwise, I wouldn't have moved here. I would never have exposed myself or Lyra to someone who wouldn't love us the way we deserve."

"Theo loves you?" Draco asked, looking up. He got lost in her whiskey-coloured eyes, flecks of gold lighting up as she gazed at him, running her fingers through his hair.

"Of course, regardless that it's not a romantic love, we're still partners. We're still in this together, raising our family," Granger bent slightly, pressing her lips to his, and Draco couldn't stop the moan that rumbled from his chest.

His hands roamed over her skin, and even though he was still fully clothed, Draco had no misconception that he wasn't the one calling the shots here. That was utterly Granger as she straddled his lap and began to roll her hips over his cock, straining against the zipper of his trousers.

"What do you say, Malfoy?" Granger murmured before nipping his bottom lip. "Do you burn for me like I burn for you?"

Any restraint he might have had evaporated, and Draco gripped Granger's hips, holding her in place as he thrust his restrained cock up into her wet core. The mewling sounds from her were like a perfect symphony that Draco was desperate to hear more of.

With a wave of his hand, his clothes vanished, leaving him completely bare so that the next time he brought the witch down on him, he was burring himself to the hilt.

"Draco!" Granger cried in his lap, but he couldn't stop. He was a man possessed, thrusting into her silk folds, wanting to feel her body grip him as she came apart.

"You're so fucking perfect," Draco grunted, holding her hips so that he could thrust into her. "So beautiful, everything I need,"

"Gods, yes!"

"You want me to fill this tight little pussy? Do you want me to cum so deep in you that you get pregnant again? Hm? Do you want to have my babies? Raise them with me and Theo?"

"Please," Granger mumbled, her body shaking as Draco angled Granger's body so he was hitting deeper within her.

"You want me to stuff you with my cum, and push Theo's cum inside you so your greedy womb can choose?"

"Oh my gods…" Granger panted, her eyes hooded as she looked at Draco through her lashes.

"Granger, I'll get Theo off and use my fingers to push it inside you so that every time you're pregnant, we won't know who the biological father is."

Standing up, Granger wrapped her legs around his waist while Draco stayed buried inside his witch.

"Marry me too," Draco murmured as he laid Granger on the rug before the fireplace. "Marry me, and I swear I'll be the happiest wizard alive."

"Draco…" Granger trailed off. Her eyes widened in surprise at his question, but he wasn't waiting. He knew in his soul that he was meant to have both her and Theo by his side, and there was no way he would waste any more time not claiming them both as his.

"What do you say?" He asked, snapping his hips against hers, driving himself deeper, his climax coming on.

"I…" Draco's hand snaked between them, finding Granger's clit. With his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves, he smirked as her back arched off the ground, presenting her perfect breasts to him.

Sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, Draco twirled his tongue over the numb, needing Granger to find her release before he could finish.

"Marry me, Granger, just agree, and I'll let you cum."

"Some people might consider this extortion," Granger panted, and Draco couldn't help but laugh as he circled her clit again. When she bucked against him and let out a groan, he knew he had her.

Draco pulled away, and he reveled in the way her eyes burned as she watched him on the cusp of release, just to be denied.

"I always get what I want, Granger. You should know this." Draco cooed, slowing his pace with his cock so that it was agonizing even for himself. "Marry me."

Wetting her lips, Granger's eyes narrowed slightly, and when Draco brushed his fingers over her clit, he knew he'd won.

"Yes, fine, I'll marry you."

"That's a good girl."

—

Hand in hand, Draco and Hermione made their way toward the rooftop garden that Luna had installed shortly after she'd decided to open a unicorn sanctuary. The friendship between Luna and Theo was one that Draco had long since accepted, and he stopped asking questions about why things were done.

Stepping out of the stairwell, Draco always enjoyed the magnificent forest Luna had managed to charm up here. The forest was the unicorns' natural habitat, and the location allowed Luna to care for them and keep them away from any predators while the unicorns recovered.

Even though by nature they were weary of men, all the unicorns Luna had ever brought never feared or avoided Theo the way they did Draco. Draco was not surprised when he found his wizard and daughter up the top of one of the males who'd had his horn cut off by a poacher. The stallion would live here for a month until his new horn grew back, and then Luna would release him into the forbidden forest where a herd of all female unicorns that she knew would welcome him.

"Daddy's here!" Lyra yelled from the saddle. When she raised her hand to wave at them, the little girl slid from her seat, but Theo's quick reflexes kept her upright. From the look on Lyra's face, she was unphased by the near topple.

"Hi, Daddy! Hi, Mummy!" Lyra yelled in a way of greeting again, the white pigtails on either side of her head swaying in the breeze. "Do you see daddy and mummy?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at Theo as he lifted her from her seat. With a bit of magic, Lyra gracefully floated to the ground before taking off at full speed toward Draco and Hermione.

As his daughter launched into his arms, Draco was certain he had everything he'd ever need.

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