Three Wizards and a Little Lady

As she watched Draco leave through the floo, Hermione took a moment to breathe, and then she began to pace. How the bloody hell did people keep breaking out of Azkaban? Sure, Sirius had done it as an animagus. Barty Crouch Jr.’s father had helped him escape. The others though? All the death eaters? How did this keep happening? It was then that a specific memory went off in her head like a lightbulb. There was someone that she could ask.

Before she knew it, the curly-haired witch was stepping out of the floo at Malfoy Manor with three children in pajamas in tow. 

“Mummy I left Mione,” Lyra pouted as she followed her mother down the hall, a sleeping Scorpius in one arm and a curious Theodora in the other. Both were being carried easily thanks to a simple featherlight charm. 

“Little love you do not need Mione,” Hermione reminded her and Lyra scrunched up her nose with a pout. It didn’t take long before Milly popped into the hallway. 

“Mistress Hermione!” Milly exclaimed. “Milly did not know Mistress and little ones were coming. Milly will make tea.”

“Hot chocolate!” Lyra giggled and grabbed onto the little house elf's hand. 

“Yes Missy Lyra,” Milly smiled, vibrating with excitement and pulling the little girl along with her. “Hot chocolate and biscuits.”

When Milly led the young Malfoy family into the tea room, Narcissa immediately perked up and smiled. “Oh, this is a pleasant surprise!”

“Nana! Papa!” Lyra giggled bouncing over to them. “Mummy said we had to come over here. She got us out of bed and everything. It’s past my bedtime.”

“That it is darling,” the regal witch smiled, shifting her attention to Hermione as Lyra snuggled into her grandfather’s embrace. One look at her daughter’s face and she knew something wasn’t right. Standing and walking over to the young woman, Narcissa took the twins gently from her. “Milly, would you prepare the rooms for the children? Then I believe Lyra and I would love some treats in my bed chambers.”

“Yes mistress,” Milly nodded and disappeared with a pop.

“Go on with your Nana little star,” Lucius said gently kissing the top of her head as he ran his fingers through her curls. “I’ll be up to help tuck you in soon.”

“Ok papa,” Lyra smiled and bounced off with Narcissa out of the room. As he stood, he motioned for Hermione to follow him, leading her into his study. Once she was inside, he closed the doors behind him. 

“What is it? What’s happened?” Lucius asked, standing in front of Hermione and looking her over. “Did Draco send you here? He knows that the blood wards here make the manor practically impenetrable.”

“No he didn’t send us here,” Hermione said shaking her head. “Though he did say that the manor and the cottage were the only two places we were allowed to be until he returned.”

“Returned? Where is he?”

“There was a breakout at Azkaban apparently,” Hermione sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Multiple death eaters escaped and Harry Potter decided it was best to drag Draco into this hunt with him.”

“He asked Draco to help?”

“He did,” she sighed and looked at him. “And of course, my husband, the wonderful stubborn man that he is, refused to listen to me and went off to help track them down. I do wonder though if it’s because one of them is Dolohov…” Unconsciously she touched the scar across her chest and Lucius noticed. 

“Dolohov is one of them?”

“Antonin Dolohov, Macnair, Rookwood, and Amycus Carrow escaped from Azkaban and I want to know how they did it.”

“Hermione, why don’t you take a seat, I’ll make us a drink.”

“How did you do it?” Hermione asked, looking at Lucius. She had never asked him this before and she never thought she would. But if she was going to make sure this never happened again, she needed to know. “I’m not going to run off to the ministry, telling everyone what you tell me. I want to make sure this doesn’t happen again and I need your help to do that.”

“Hermione…”

“My husband, your son, will go and do this every time any auror graces our door asking for help. He thinks he owes it to them to help but he doesn’t. He’s too damn stubborn to listen to me though. So please, I’m asking you… help me.”

And so he did. Lucius Malfoy laid out the plan he had helped with to break Bellatrix and the others out of Azkaban. He didn’t spare a single detail in his retelling, helping her understand even the smallest nuances that went into the breakout. When he was done, he left Hermione in his study, writing a new policy for the security measures in and around Azkaban.

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Hermione was pacing the length of the library when Draco stumbled back through the floo early the next morning. Her head popped up instantly and her eyes narrowed at the smug smile on her husband’s face.

“I can successfully say that all the death eaters have been accounted for and sent back to Azkaban,” Draco said, making his way towards his wife even though the ends of her hair were sparking with magic. “And I made it back without a scratch, just like I promised.”

“Proud of yourself I see,” Hermione glared. “Don’t you dare touch me Draco Malfoy. I’m mad at you.”

“Hermione, my love, my light,” Draco chuckled, unbuttoning his cloak. “Everything is fine. I’m perfectly intact, see? Handsome as ever.”

“You are infuriating!”

“You love me for it,” Draco winked and shrugged off his cloak.

“I do love you and that is why I was so infuriated when you openly went on this mission with Harry!  We are a family, Draco, you are my husband and a very successful manager and owner of a quidditch team, you should have left this to the Aurors, that's their job!  Instead, you disappear on me with my best friend, in the middle of the night, to hunt down psychopaths that somehow have once again broken out of Azkaban-that won’t happen anymore now that Lucius and I have nailed down the finer points of our ministry proposal- but I was still so distraught after Lucius forced me to come back here so I could wait for you, of course I wanted to wait for you don’t get me wrong, I wanted to know when you would be home.” 

“Of course I love you and of course I care about our family. Reflecting on it now, just jumping up and going with Potter to play Auror was not one of my better impulsive ideas, but it's been taken care of and I’m home safe with you.” Draco paused for a moment, “After everything you just said,” he began to chuckle as he uncuffed his shirt sleeves. “I can’t believe you said Potter is your best friend over Theo-he’s going to riot, especially when I tell him.” 

Hermione could have said something in a cross tone about using her emotional words against her in a battle for Theo’s imaginary friendship points, but she was too focused on the veins that trailed along Draco’s wrists, her eyes analyzing his every move as it felt like time was slowing down on her with each button he opened on his shirt. “Oh no…” she murmured to herself. 

Draco turned his head to finally look at Hermione, a brief pause coming across his face before his trademark smirk settled upon his lips.  “Love, are you turned on at this moment at the sight of me?”  Hermione profusely shook her head, “Absolutely not! Don’t change the subject!” 

Draco could only smirk more, “You’re definitely undressing me with your eyes, no matter how mad they look right now-but I’m pretty sure they were just sizing up my new wand holster.”

“I just said, don’t change the sub…” Hermione’s throat went dry at the sight of Draco turning back around and pulling his wand out of the holster that sat firmly between the muscles of his upper back that flexed as his body moved to accommodate the motion. Mentally she kept telling herself she did not need it, she did NOT need it. But in the end, her hormones were beginning to win that battle.

“What was that love? Kneazle got your tongue?” Draco chuckled as he shrugged off his shirt and holster.

“Put it back,” Hermione sternly commanded, as her eyes never left her husband’s body. 

“Put what back?” Draco laughed freely, beginning to unbuckle his pants. “Put my shirt back on? Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“The holster… put it back…”

“Well this is going to be fun,” Draco smirked, picking it up and shrugging it back on. As soon as it was in place, Hermione launched herself at her husband, kissing him with a velocity that was filled with lust, anger, and unadulterated passion. Wasting no time at all, the wizard himself hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them backward, turning around at the last moment to pin her against the edge of the fireplace itself. 

Her small hands made quick work of unbuckling his pants and pushing them down as he wordlessly vanished her knickers from underneath her dressing gown. “Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Draco breathed in her ear as he planted kisses along her jaw. 

Pressing her head back against the brick, Hermione let out a whine as Draco’s lips kissed across a sweet spot on her skin, “Draco, please… I need you. Now.”

“So demanding,” Draco chuckled, aligning himself with her entrance and thrusting up into her in one swift motion, eliciting a moan out of her. “So perfect… made for me…”

“Harder.” Hermione breathed, her nails clawing into his shoulders as he obeyed her command, setting a brutal pace as the adrenaline from the previous night fed into their movements. The air around them crackled with magic and the two lovers were lost in the act. It was at this moment that the floo activated and Harry came walking out of the fireplace, dusting off his shoulders. 

“Hermione, I- oh bloody hell! Seriously!” Harry yelled as he covered his eyes quickly. Draco let out a groan and buried his face in Hermione’s neck, even as she refused to stop meeting his own thrusts. “You two do have a bedroom don’t you?”

“Harry James Potter,” Hermione breathed out, running his fingers through her husband’s hair as he nipped playfully at the spot below her ear that he knew she loved. “I do not have time for this right now. I’m a little busy. As you can see.”

“Obviously I can see!” Harry exclaimed, blindly reaching around for the floo powder. “I can’t unsee what I’ve already seen. This is exactly what Theo is always talking about.”

“Potter I would stop blindly grabbing before you grab onto something that you don’t want to grab,” Draco chuckled, putting one arm out to brace himself against the wall and to block Harry from grabbing one of them. “I highly suggest you leave now, otherwise you can join the ever growing club that has been privy to the sight of me fucking my wife.”

“Oi! I don’t want to see my best friend doing that!” Harry shouted. 

“Hear that love? Your best friend doesn’t want to see that,” Draco smirked against her skin, his shallow thrusts never stopping.

“Then he shouldn’t just walk into people’s homes without warning,” she snapped. “Goodbye Harry.”

“Merlin, someone just obliviate me, I’m begging you to,” Harry groaned as he left through the floo.

“I think we broke him,” Draco chuckled, picking up his pace again, moving harder and faster, as she gripped onto the leather straps of his holster. “Theo is definitely the better choice among friends. He always wants to join us.”

“Stop talking about Harry and Theo,” Hermione snapped and then whimpered as she adjusted her position, opening herself more for her body to take him deeper. He was now hitting that spot that made her see stars every time he thrust into her.

“Do you know, the only fucking thing I could think about tonight?” Draco groaned as he watched her bite her bottom lip in ecstasy. “I had Dolohov in my hands… I could have killed him. So easily.”

“But you didn’t,” she said, tugging at his hair lightly, feeling her body creeping closer and closer to the edge. Her nerves were on fire and the pressure was growing inside of her by the moment. 

“Because of you,” Draco whispered in her ear, causing her to moan. “Because you’re in my head and in my heart and as much as I wanted to tear him apart for what he did to you, I couldn’t. I’m the better man because I fucking love you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Hermione cried out as she fell over the precipice. Her body trembled and clenched as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Draco kept his pace, muttering unintelligible words before he fell over the same ledge, clutching her tightly to him as they both shook.

“If this is the kind of welcome home I’m going to get when I do something you don’t like,” Draco laughed, catching his breath. “Then I’ll start pissing you off more often.”

With a laugh, Hermione playfully pulled his fine hair. “You go off on a death eater hunt again and I swear I will kill you myself.”

August 2013

Laying against Draco’s chest, as she sat between his legs, Hermione smiled as she watched her three children run around in the gardens with Hercules and Mione chasing them. She sat her book down on the blanket before picking up another chelsea bun to eat, sighing in contentment as Draco ran his fingers through her curls. 

“Little dragon, stay inside the garden remember? Where we can see you,” Draco chuckled as he watched her test the boundaries he and Hermione had set for them.

“Ok daddy!” Lyra yelled, turning around and chasing the twins who squealed and ran.

“Do you remember those little cakes that the elves at Hogwarts used to make?” Hermione asked as Draco kissed the top of her head. “The ones that when you bit into them there was this custard-like substance in the middle?”

“I remember,” Draco chuckled, confused at her line of questioning. “Did you like them?”

“Gods no,” she laughed before taking another bite of her pastry. “They were awful.”

“Are we reminiscing?” Draco quirked an eyebrow. “I myself was quite fond of the apple turnovers. Maybe I can convince Milly to make some for us.”

“Do you think Professor McGonagal could send us some? Of those cakes.”

Draco paused, continuing to run his fingers through her curls as he began to think. Hermione had been acting a bit odd the last few weeks. It wasn’t big moments or major changes. It was little things, little comments she would make. She was a tad more emotional about things and was quick to upset. Even Lyra seemed more on edge. Then there were her choices in food lately. Once he started putting all the pieces together, he immediately sat up straight, jostling Hermione in the process. 

“Hey!”

“Pull up your shirt,” Draco said quickly, grabbing his wand from beside him.

“Draco,” Hermione scoffed. “The children are present. I can’t just take off my shirt.”

“That’s not what I… well ok yes but,” Draco said, shaking his head and forcing himself to focus. “Just… Lie back against on the blanket and don’t move”

“You’re acting so strange,” Hermione chuckled, lying back as Draco crawled out from behind her. “I do hope you have a perfectly good explanation for all of this.”

“If I’m right,” Draco laughed, smiling down at her. “I will.”

“Well go on,” Hermione chuckled and eyed him curiously as he pointed his wand at her stomach. When he began to cast the spell she knew well, her eyes widened. “No…”

“My beautiful lioness…” Draco smiled, watching the golden glow that hovered above her. “You’re pregnant.”

“Pregnant…” Hermione said, taking it in before slowly smiling. “We’re having another baby?”

“We are,” Draco said, smiling just as brightly. Squealing, Hermione smiled, pulling him down on top of her and kissing him sweetly. 

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As the Sunday brunch settled, and the children had left the table to go and play out in the gardens, the adults were left to catch up on things on their own. Hermione sipped her pumpkin juice, smiling sweetly at her husband. He held her hand, gently caressing her skin with his thumb. The two locked eyes, having a silent conversation with each other as the others continued to talk around them. After a moment, Draco turned away and cleared his throat to gather the attention of everyone at the table.

“We have an announcement we would like to make,” Draco smiled, squeezing her hand.

“Are you buying another Quidditch team?” Blaise asked, wrapping an arm around Pansy.

“Whatever Lyra did this time, I was not a part of it,” Theo said, holding up his hands innocently. 

“It isn’t about Lyra,” Hermione chuckled. 

“Well don’t leave us just hanging in suspense,” Pansy sighed. “Spit it out Draco.”

“Hermione is pregnant,” Draco said, smiling proudly.

“You’re pregnant?!” Theo gasped, his hand going to his chest in a dramatic fashion. “How could you! We said no more children! We all agreed to this!”

“You made a pact?” Hermione asked, looking at Draco who chuckled and kissed her hand. 

“Of course we did! When you all went on your little Italian holiday.”

“Oh, that was supposed to be a permanent charm?” Draco asked, the brilliant smile never leaving his face. “Well… my wife is the better charm caster.”

“I’m going to cast-rate you, you little fucker,” Theo snapped. 

“I didn’t make any pacts,” the curly-haired witch snickered, causing Ginny to laugh. “I made many things, but a pact was not one of them.”

Harry choked on his bite of eggs while Draco just smirked.

“You fucking heathens,” Pansy laughed, taking a sip of her wine. 

“I’m sorry, I do believe you admitted to me the other day during brunch you like having sex on the balcony in the hopes that someone will catch you,” Theo pointed out.

“What?” Blaise asked, looking at his wife. “You couldn’t let me in on this? You know I love the thrill.”

“Voyeurism over breeding kink any day thank you,” Pansy chuckled and the table laughed.

“I do not have a breeding kink, thank you,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes and grabbing another roll.

“One of you does,” Pansy smirked, looking directly at Draco.

“What can I say?” Draco smiled smugly, running his fingers idly through Hermione’s curls. “I love my wife.”

“He was wearing a wand holster,” Hermione said dreamily. “What was I supposed to do?”

“I’m re-warding the manor,” Theo groaned, running his hands over his face. “Only your children are allowed to visit. We will not have any sex-crazed heathens over here thank you.”

“Didn’t you tell me you wanted nine children?” Charlie asked with a chuckle, knowing exactly the sex-crazed heathen his husband was.

“We are a team Charlie,” Theo gasped. “You can’t throw me under the bus like that!”

“Is there some type of nymphomaniac's anonymous we can send you all to?” Ginny chuckled. “You clearly have issues that need to be worked out.”

“Oh please,” Hermione laughed. “If I’m going down, you’re going down with me. You are the most sex-crazed person I know.”

“Besides yourself?” Blaise smirked.

“To be clear,” Hermione glared. “I am only obsessed with having sex with my husband. Ginny wants to hear everything about everyone.”

“It’s alright love,” Draco smiled. “You can tell her all about our sex life.”

“I do not want to hear about this,” Harry groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

“Did you learn your lesson about walking into people’s floo’s uninvited Potter?” Draco smirked and Harry glared at him.

“Of course Harry caught the two of you going at it. You’re always going at it! This is how you keep getting pregnant!” Theo groaned. 

“In all reality,” Pansy said. “If you told me not to fuck my husband, I would have done the same thing just to spite you.”

“I didn’t say don’t have sex,” Theo rolled his eyes. “I know he lives off of sex with her. I said don’t procreate anymore.”

“Doesn’t change my mind,” Pansy pointed out. “My theory still stands.”

“I’m pregnant,” Hermione said again, sighing. “If no one is going to be happy for us, Draco and I can take our happiness elsewhere.”

“Of course, we are happy for you,” Pansy said, standing up and going and hugging her tight. “Ignore Theodore. I do.”