Three Wizards and a Little Lady

January 2013

“Can we talk about how old our baby is getting?” Theo groaned as he sat gathered with the other exhausted parents in the Malfoy Manor library. Hermione let out a soft moan as Draco took off her heels and started rubbing her feet. The annual Malfoy New Years Eve Gala had just ended and while all the children were long asleep, the parents were too exhausted to make their way up to their rooms just yet. “Only a few more years and she will be off at Hogwarts.”

“Don’t remind me,” Draco groaned, running his fingers through his hair. He was all too aware how fast time was flying and how Lyra was growing up in front of his eyes. 

“My daughter is nowhere near a Hogwarts letter,” Hermione argued weakly. “Don’t say that to me. I’m not ready.”

“None of us are,” Blaise started with a slight chuckle as he helped his wife unpin her hair, massaging her scalp. “I remember the first time I held her. She was such a tiny little thing.”

“I remember the day she was born,” Theo sighed dreamily, dropping back into Charlie’s lap. 

“Yes,yes,” Pansy rolled her eyes. “We know. You’re a good friend.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Theo waved, causing the room to chuckle. “Do you ever think about it?”

“Think about what Nott?” Draco chuckled, sending a wink to Hermione. 

“How we all got here… how different our lives could truly be right now,” Theo said and silence filled the room. They all knew just how different their lives could be if things had gone differently. “Who would've thought I would ever say thank the gods for the boy who lived twice.”

“He hates when you call him that,” Hermione said yawning and Draco chuckled, scooping her into his arms.

“We know,” Draco smirked. “I’m taking sleeping beauty off to bed.”

“Don’t forget a silencing charm,” Blaise smirked and Draco flipped him off as he and Hermione made their way up the stairs. 

“They are definitely going to forget the charm,” Charlie chuckled and Theo smirked.

“Oh definitely,” he agreed.

Setting Hermione down gently, Draco began the work of unbuttoning the tiny buttons down her back that were holding the dress together. If he was a more impatient man, he would have ripped it off of her completely but he knew his witch loved this dress. “You looked beautiful tonight love,” Draco smiled, kissing her shoulder.

“Thank you,” Hermione said softly, releasing the rest of her curls that were pinned half up. “I think the night was a success. I hope your parents were happy.”

“My parents would be happy if it was only us and the children,” Draco chuckled, helping her step out of her dress as the fabric pooled down to her feet. “Who would have thought that Lucius Malfoy would have such adoration for his grandchildren?”

“I would have,” Hermione said softly, turning and pushing his dress robes from his shoulders and beginning to unbutton his dress shirt. Draco smiled down at her as she stood in front of him in only her knickers and stockings. “I’ve seen him with you. I know the capacity of love the man has for his family.”

“You’re too good for us,” Draco murmured, kissing her temple as she pushed the dress shirt from his shoulders. 

“Semantics,” Hermione winked as she pushed his trousers down.

“Why did Theo have to bring up how old Lyra is getting? I’m not ready to even begin to think about sending her off to Hogwarts,” Draco complained, toeing off his shoes and vanishing her knickers with a wave of his hand as he crawled into bed. 

“Draco,” Hermione sighed as she followed him onto the mattress, knowing she was attempting seduction but it may not have looked the way she was expecting.

“Yes my darling wife?” Draco said, smiling as he watched her making her way to him.

“Can you please stop talking about our beautiful, perfect children while I’m trying to seduce you?” Hermione smirked, straddling him as she grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Seducing hmm?” Draco smirked, his hands moving to run from Hermione’s shoulders, skimming along her sides, a sneaky pinch to her bum earned him a small glare (just for the fact alone that she wasn’t expecting it,) but her eyes quickly fluttered closed, as small moan escaping her as he moved his right hand up, swiftly wrapping a section of her hair around his hand and tugging on it, causing her to tilt her head back and allow him access to her neck. 

“That is the objective Mr. Malfoy,” she replied, her nails running down his chest on she positioned herself over him. “Oh, one more thing,” Hermione noted. “Since we’re all about conversation as foreplay tonight,” she let out a small giggle at the thought. 

“Since you’re so demanding tonight and I clearly am enjoying it,” Draco kissed along her neck, nipping at her jaw. “Fuck the silencing charm,” Hermione sighed, trying to keep her voice unwavering. 

“Have I mentioned how much I am utterly in love with you?” Draco praised Hermione, his free hand slipping between the two of them, tracing his fingers through her already wet folds, slipping two fingers inside of her.  “Already wet for me, so pretty and needy,” Draco continued to murmur in Hermione’s ear as her fingers dug into the skin on his shoulders.  “Going to come on my cock like a good girl?” He pulled his fingers from her, dragging his now wet digits along his hard shaft, preparing himself for her. 

“Which one of us was in charge tonight?” Hermione smirked at him, her own hand coming to wrap around his as she remembered what she had been looking to do before Draco splendidly distracted her, sliding herself down onto him. “I’m too tired to remember, but not too tired to fuck you into this mattress,” Draco insisted, his hands moving to grip Hermione’s waist as she set a pace for herself. He couldn’t help the low groan that left his mouth as he watched Hermione ride him, how she just looked so beautiful every time they had sex. 

He couldn’t believe he got to make love to her for the rest of their lives. 

Apparently, the rest of the house could, because they didn’t realize how loud they had gotten until a banging came at the door.  “FUCKING HEATHENS! SILENCING CHARMS. CHARMS CLASS. YEAR THREE. LOVE YOU! GOODNIGHT!” Theo’s voice came hollering through the door from the hallway. 

“I hope there was a contraception charm in there! We’re too tired for more babies!” Pansy hollered, her cackle floating down the hall with the sound of her heels. 

“Zabini! You owe me twenty galleons!” Theo’s voice carried through the hall as he clearly continued to walk to his own room. 

Hermione could not help the giggle that escaped her throat, pulling Draco closer to her and kissing him as they buried themselves under the sheets, silencing charms continuing to be damned. 

&&&

“I need a holiday,” Pansy sighedas she helped Dahlia eat her breakfast. Children's voices were carrying and every adult, including Lucius and Narcissa had their hands full with a child. “A real holiday where I can sit back, drink a glass of wine, and sleep without the constant worry that my child needs me.”

“Well why don’t you take one darling?” Blaise suggested, cleaning up Luca’s face as he continued to laugh at something Lyra was animatedly telling Lucius. “You and Granger-”

“Malfoy,” Hermione and Draco said at the same time, causing a snicker from Theo who had his hands full trying to coax Athena into eating more. 

“As I was saying,” Blaise continued, rolling his eyes. “You and Hermione should take a vacation. I can arrange for a portkey to take the two of you to the vineyard in Italy.”

“As heavenly as that sounds darling,” Pansy stated, patting his cheek lovingly. “Who would watch the children while Hermione, Ginny, and I are in Italy?”

“Ginny? Who said anything about Ginny?”  Blaise smirked. “The Weaslette can help us.”

“Did you truly think we would go on a girls trip and not invite Ginny?” Hermione laughed, adjusting the squirming Theodora in her arms.

“Would you like me to come back in one piece and not multiple small ones?” Pansy scoffed. “Besides, that doesn’t answer the question. Who would watch the children?”

“Well we would of course,” Blaise chuckled. “We are their fathers.”

Pansy and Hermione took one look at each other and began to laugh, causing Theodora and Dahlia to giggle as well.

“What’s so funny mummy?” Lyra asked, popping up from her conversation with Lucius.

“Yes mummy, what’s so funny?” Draco smirked, rubbing Scorpius’ back as he was practically asleep on his chest. 

“The fact that you and Blaise think that you can handle five children,” Hermione snorted, causing another chuckle to fall from Charlie’s lips.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Theo scoffed, looking offended as he turned to face the two witches.

“Make that seven children,” Pansy stated.

“Let’s not forget to include the Potter children,” Hermione smirked. “Bringing us to the grand total of ten children that you would be responsible for.”

“Salazar’s sake we have a lot of bloody children,” Theo murmured, running his fingers through his hair. “Everybody better be using contraceptive charms. We can’t handle another baby right now… looking at you Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.”

“You think, that the three of you-” Narcissa began.

“Let’s not forget the boy who lived!” Theo pointed out, taking a sip of his mimosa.

“Yes,” Draco agreed. “He defeated a dark lord. If anyone can handle ten kids it is him.”

“I can help you daddy,” Lyra smiled.

“Or Lyra you can spend a weekend with your Nana and I here are the manor,” Lucius smiled at his granddaughter. “We can go and see the ballet. You loved it so much the last time.”

“Very Slytherin of you Lucius,” Theo smirked. “I see what you are doing.”

“As I was saying,” Narcissa continued. “You truly think that you boys are capable of watching them?”

“Of course mother,” Draco said, rolling his eyes before turning his head and bringing back to his wife. “Everything will be fine love. You deserve a little relaxation.”

“Well,” Hermione said, sharing a smirk with Pansy. “If you’re so sure that we are not needed, then we won’t say no to twenty-four hours of relaxation.”

“Perfect,” Blaise said with a bright smile on his face. “I’ll set it all up.”

&&&

“Who in their right mind decided this?” Harry demanded as he came through the floo, towing along his three children. James and Albus immediately made a beeline for Lyra and Luca. “Who’s bright idea was this?”

“What idea?” Blaise asked innocently as he followed a crawling Dahlia around the sitting room.

“What idea?!” Harry snapped as Lily wiggled out of his arms and to the floor. “Oh I don’t know. The idea was to send our wives off to Italy for twenty-four hours with the promise that we would take care of the kids on our own. Have you gone mental?”

“Oh calm down Chosen One,” Theo said as he entered the room holding his goddaughter. “You act as if you didn’t run into the ministry of magic and face death eaters without a plan. These are our kids, it's twenty-four hours, you’ve got this..”

“It will be fine Potter,” Draco rolled his eyes as he maneuvered Logan to join Scorpius. “Our wives will be back in the morning and everything will be great. They will appreciate that we gave them this time, to just relax. It’s a win-win situation. Surely even you can see that.”

“You really have lost your mind,” Harry said, shaking his head. “Albus put that down!”

“Daddy,” Athena said, running into the room. “The dragon is breathing fire in the library!”

“Lyra!” Theo said storming towards the library. “Come and tame your little fire breathing menace before she sets fire to the entire library!”

“You were saying?” Harry smirked at Blaise and Draco as they listened to Theo continue to yell in the background about the spinal integrity of his precious collection. 

“Uncle Draco!” Luca yelled. “Jamie is flying the broom!”

“Outside?!” Draco asked wide-eyed. “Who let him outside?”

“No, he’s inside,” Luca said, shaking his head as if it were obvious.

“Bloody hell Potter,” Draco snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Get your child under control.”

“You’re one to talk,” Harry laughed. “Your child’s dragon is loose in the house causing chaos.”

“And this is why your wife is the only Weasley I tolerate,” Draco sighed. “Watch my son while I deal with yours.” Draco stormed off yelling for James to get off the broom.

Blaise chuckled as he poured himself a strong drink, flashing a smile at Harry. “Better get comfortable Potter. It’s going to be a long night.”

&&&

Laughter rang out through the air at the Italian vineyard as Pansy waved her hand to refill their half empty wine glasses. Hermione smiled as she soaked in the sun, her feet dangling in the cool water of the pool as she brought the glass of wine to her lips.

“This is exactly what I was talking about,” Pansy stated with a sigh of contentment. “The sun is shining. The wine is forever flowing and there is no one calling for their mummy.”

“This might have been the best idea your husband has come up with Pansy,” Ginny smirked as she turned over to grab her own glass of wine. The moment Hermione had mentioned a girls trip, Ginny Potter couldn’t say yes fast enough.

“Or the absolute dumbest,” Pansy chuckled. “But it’s their funeral and not ours.”

“How do you think they are doing?” Hermione asked nonchalantly. “Do you think we should floo them?”

“No,” Ginny and Pansy answered at the same time.

Luna, with an airy smile on her face, stared up at the sky, humming a little tune. “It was quite wonderful for your husbands to suggest you get a day of rest and relaxation - hopefully they can handle everything and don’t burn a house down-or however that muggle saying goes.” 

Opening one eye, Hermione stared at the blonde witch, taking in her words. “Whose house did you send Harry to this morning Ginny?”

“Theo’s… why?” Ginny asked.

“Oh good,” Hermione said, closing her eyes again. “It’s not my house and it’s not my problem.”

“Hermione,” Pansy asked, cocking her head to the side and staring back and forth between Luna and Hermione. “Did Lyra leave Mione at home in her egg?”

“If she didn’t, it’s not my house and it’s not my problem.”

There’s a quick pause, a silence among the four girls. Pansy unable to help the giggle that arose from her throat as she uttered out. “Oh no, not the spinal integrity,” clearly mimicking Theo and causing all four girls to burst into laughter. 

&&&

The four men barely alive at Nott Manor, sat in silence as they nursed their drinks after the chaos it was putting all of the children to bed. 

“Who’s bloody idea was this again?” Harry grumbled, downing his drink in one gulp.

“Shut up Potter,” Draco spat out, the glass resting on his forehead, acting as a remedy for his pounding head. 

“I would like to point out that we are still alive,” Theo said, raising his glass. 

“Barely,” Harry laughed.

“And where the fuck was Charlie tonight Theo? He was supposed to be helping us?” Blaise said, pouring himself another round. 

“How was I supposed to know, that he was going to get called away to Romania for some fucking dragon emergency,” Theo exclaimed. “Trust me, he knows he’s in for it when he gets home.”

“All for permanent contraception remedies on ourselves raise your fucking hands,” Blaise stated and every single person in the room did as he said.

“I can’t even get my husband pregnant and I agree wholeheartedly with that suggestion,” Theo pointed out. “That bloody fucking dragon.”

“I can’t believe Lyra left us for Lucius,” Harry groaned. “She was going to be such a big help.”

“She’s Slytherin to the bone,” Theo said, smirking tiredly. “Anyone up for drinking ourselves into oblivion and raiding Hermione’s old stash of records that she left here when she moved out?”

“Absolutely,” Blaise exclaimed, taking it upon himself to stand and refill everyone’s glasses. “Drink up everyone. We earned it.”

&&&

Altering the international portkey that Blaise had given them to return had not been the plan at all and sure it was illegal but after a day in the beautiful Italian sun, drinking wine, and talking about their adorable children, all the mothers wanted to do was get home to their families. As Pansy, Ginny, and Hermione walked through the foyer of Nott Manor, they were surprised at the utter silence that they were met with.

“Do you think everyone is asleep?” Ginny asked.

“I’m sure they are exhausted,” Pansy snickered. “I wouldn’t be shocked if they were passed out on a couch somewhere with children in their arms.”

“Do you hear that?” Hermione said, her brows furrowed in confusion as she followed the muffled sound coming from the library. All three women strained to hear through the door that clearly had a weak silencing charm on it. 

“What do you think they are doing?” Ginny asked.

“Let’s find out,” Pansy said and threw open the doors. They were not prepared for the scene that was playing out before their eyes. Draco, Theo, Blaise, and Harry were all gathered around the record player, clearly drunk off their asses, singing along with the music. Hermione couldn’t hold back her laughter as she recognized the song as Hopelessly Devoted to You by Olivia Newton John. As they looked around the room, finding no children in sight, they noticed the scorch marks on the walls and some of the shelves. 

“Well…” Pansy started as she crossed her arms over her chest. “At least Lovegood wasn’t completely right. They didn’t burn the house down after all.”

“Oi! Look! It’s your beautiful wives! Theo slurred, smiling brightly at the witches in the doorway.

“My love!” Draco beamed, stumbling towards his wife. “I told you we would survive!”

“What time is it? Is it morning already?” Harry asked, rubbing his eyes.

“What the bloody hell happened here tonight?” Hermione asked, trying not to laugh as she took her pissed husband into her arms.