Amorem Consentit

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Chapter 18 - Cribs and Crashes

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Lucius sat in his office chair with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other. Draco wanted her to himself. He had done what he had to, to end the girl's silly infatuation with him.

He raised the wine bottle to his lips. He frowned when only a small drop came out. He threw the bottle at the door, and it shattered.

“Does Master need anything?” a scared elf asked.

"Get out," Lucius slurred, raising the bottle to his lips.

No body cared if he drank himself into a grave.

“What do I tells the lingering guests?” the elf asked.

"To Bugger off!" Lucius said, enjoying the burn of the alcohol hitting his stomach.

He had known that she was meant to be with his son, but it still hurt hellishly. Seeing her slightly disheveled and flushed from sex was his undoing.

Lucius slumped forward over his desk resting his cheek on it as he blinked slowly. He was a good father. He gave Draco what he wanted. He was a good father. Draco would be happy.

But Lucius knew he couldn't bear the thought of her living in the Manor. The tantalizing thought of her eager mouth on his cock...She hated him now. She would stay away. She wouldn't be able to torment him with her sweet curves and gentle touches and hugs. Her caring words, and her swift defenses were put behind him. They were for Draco. He would just pay a whore to service him with her mouth. That was all he was worth.

Maybe he would even get a polyjuice whore, and make her look like Hermione.

He stood up and walked over to the couch and touched it. He whipped his wand out. With the softest flick of his wrist, the couch lifted in the air and shrank in on itself before it burst into dust. He would not look at that object.

Why did he still miss her?

He sat down in front of the fireplace, and fell on his side snuggling the bottle as he passed out.

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Hermione smiled looking down at her Draco, her husband. He was snoozing quietly with his arm thrown around her hips. She brushed a strand back from his cheek, and kissed his forehead.

She was hurt by Lucius, but she should've known that Lucius was a cold man.

"Hermione," Draco said, and a grin spread across his face. "Hermione."

"Sleep, my Love," Hermione said, pressing her nose against Draco's forehead.

“As you wish,” he murmured and pulled her to rest over his chest.

Hermione listened to his heartbeat and pressed closer. She ran a finger over his abs.

He was a perfect man. She loved making love to him. It was a pleasure to look at him.

"What shall we do today?" Hermione whispered, lifting up to kiss his stomach.

“Anything you'd like, my Love. I am all yours.”

"We need to prepare the baby room," she said, "And continue trying to make a baby."

“And we could try the car. What do you say, Love?”

"Yes, we could do it in the car," Hermione said, looking thoughtful as she sat up.

“Do what?” Draco asked, grinning hopefully.

Hermione trailed a hand over his hip and snuggled him briefly.

"I'll show you," she said, and she squeezed his cock lightly.

“Love, you are making me a very happy man. How will I ever be strong enough to leave you and go for work?”

"You will though," Hermione said, biting her lip. She looked up at him. "And you will come home to me every night, and you will be my man."

“I’m all yours. You make me so happy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Draco. We should shower and then we can go for a drive and look for baby shops.”

“You will be the most gorgeous baby mother in the world,” Draco cooed.

"You will be the best father!" Hermione said. "I know you'll be there when I give birth."

"Of course, I will. Nothing could keep me away," he said, following her into the shower.

The enjoyed a long shower, touching and caressing each other, but they were too sated to want more now.

“So handsome,” she purred.

"Mine," Draco said, rubbing her bottom.

“Yes, yours.”

“You know, I think the need to have your father has left me,” she murmured as he wrapped her into a fluffy towel.

“I’m glad,” Draco said.

"Let's get ready," Hermione said, turning off the water and grabbing a towel.

She would be his only. Father could go and bugger off.

Draco frowned at the necklace. Why was she still wearing it?

Hermione paid no attention to where Draco was looking as she dried him off rubbing softly on him.

"You are so," Hermione whispered, kissing on his chin.

“My wife,” he murmured and hugged her close. “I love being married.”
"Well, we haven't had our first fight yet," Hermione said with a giggle. "And I hope that we don't fight for a long time. I don't want to fight you."

"My Love, there is no need for us to argue. I'm certain that you are correct at least 75% of the time," Draco said, kissing Hermione's hands.

“Draco, you are such a sneak,” she said and giggled.

"I'm a man who knows who rules his home," Draco said, following her into the bedroom. "What shall I wear today?"

“What about the beige suit? You would look very chic in it.”

"As my Lady wishes," Draco said, bowing his head to her playfully as she tried to swat his bum.

“No swatting of my bum!” he chided playfully.

"But it is such a nice arse," Hermione said, smiling as she pulled out a short skirt and a shirt.

“Love, are you trying to tease me with your outfit?” Draco asked as he admired how the short skirt cupped her arse.

"Men are more visual," Hermione said, shaking her bottom.

“I think I should only allow you to wear something like a sack. No, you'd still be so gorgeous. All other men need to beware of me. You're mine!”

"And men and women both better watch out if they think that they can hit on you!" Hermione declared, pulling on a simple white cashmere sweater

“I'm not interested in anyone but you.”

"But they are interested in you," Hermione said, placing her hand on his chest.

“That doesn't matter. I am all yours. They can't have me.”

"I still need to beat them up if they look at you in a way in which I do not approve," Hermione snarked. "Shall we go out for breakfast?"

“Whatever you like, My Love. My lovely Mrs. Malfoy.”

"Have you ever had beignets?" Hermione asked, hugging him.

“What is that, my love?”

"They are little donuts! Dipped in SUGAR!" Hermione said. "We'll have to apparate to New Orleans for them!"

“Maybe we can stay in London today? Apparating long distances can be strenuous for a witch who wants to conceive.”

"But I want," Hermione said, and she stomped a foot.

A moment later a plate of tiny square donuts appeared on the table in the room with several kinds of dipping sauces and two large glasses of milk.

Hermione squealed when she saw the plate of donuts on the table. She walked around Draco and seated herself.

"You do know that Sylvus got those. What about setting him 'free?'" Draco asked, grinning as Hermione dipped one of the squares in chocolate sauce.

"Sylvus is a wonderful being. If he wants to get me beignets, then I love him and shall keep him," Hermione said. "Still warm..."

Draco smiled.

"Try one," Hermione said, dipping one in confectioner's sugar and holding it under Draco's nose.

He took a bite of the offered food, but grimaced. It was too sweet.

Hermione grinned and continued to shovel the delicious bites in her mouth.

“Would you like to have an English breakfast too?”

"We could have some sausages and eggs," Hermione said.

They appeared before them confidently.

“Do you now see how useful an elf can be?”

"Do you want me to pour chocolate sauce on you? If you do, by all means continue on current diatribe," Hermione said, picking up the chocolate sauce and dipping the little morsels in it.

“It wasn't a diatribe, dearest. Just an observation.”

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him, and pulled her hard basted egg and crispy bacon in front of her before taking a large gulp of milk.

Draco just stood there and watched her. He didn't want breakfast. he was full enough just being able to look at her.

"Draco," Hermione said, putting her hand in his as she ate. "You should eat a little."

“I am just happy to look at you. I don't need anything.”

"Please eat," Hermione said looking through her lashes at him. "You'll need your energy for later!"

He took a piece of toast but didn't care to put butter or jam on it.

Hermione giggled, and she tapped the side of her chair so it grew wide enough for two.

"Sit next to me," Hermione pleaded, patting the seat.

He did as asked, but scooped her up so she was sitting in his lap.

“Don't move,” Draco whispered as he run his hands through her hair.

Hermione sighed and snuggled his shoulders as the tapping grew louder and more impatient.

Draco groaned. Couldn't they have a moment of peace?

Draco glared over and saw a white faced owl tapping the window and glaring at them. He raised his leg and showed the Daily Prophet hanging on it.

“SURPRISE WEDDING AT MALFOY MANOR!” the headline read.

"OH! I want to see," Hermione said, jumping from her husband's lap and dashing to the window. She threw it open, and the bird snottily held out the paper to her.

The first page was almost entirely taken up by the image of her and Draco kissing passionately.

Hermione giggled and flipped to the second page. Her smile vanished when she saw a picture of Lucius pushing her around on the dance floor. She bit her lip and touched his face in the picture. Why was he angry with her? She shook her head and stalked to the fire. She lucked off the first page that had her kissing Draco and set it on the mantle. She wadded the rest of it up and threw it in the fireplace. She plucked a box of matches from the small table to the side and struck it leaning down to ignite the paper. Bits of it whisked and puffed in the flame. Hermione laughed and blew the match out.

She scooped up the front page and trotted back to Draco.

"Care to explain that?"

“Explain what?”' he looked confused. That was the picture they were asked to do by the photographers.

"It's perfect!" Hermione said, casting a preservation spell on it before she flicked her wand at her vanity sending the picture of them and the headline to hang on it.

"And," she added slyly, "I think it's time to repeat that."

“Gladly!” He pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

Hermione sighed into his mouth and wiggled about so she straddled him.

“I love you,” he said as they broke the kiss.

Hermione blushed.

"Let's go shopping," she said. "I want to paint the baby's room today. I like the idea of rainbows."

“Anything you want, my Love.”

“You, of course, also have say!”

"Well," Draco said, "There is a spell I was reading about after the accident at the spell invention department had a mishap a few weeks ago. It sounds fabulous. Do you want to know?"

“I want to know!”

"Well, it is a spell that will project the night sky in a baby's room. It shows all the stars and celestial bodies and their movements."

“Like the Hogwarts Great Hall?”

"Modified a bit, as it doesn't project the weather," Draco said. "It's always calm and clear.”

“That's wonderful!” she squealed and kissed him ardently.

Draco groaned and pulled her close.

"Are you ready to go, Draco?" Hermione asked as she slid out of his lap.

“Yes, my love. I love you, my gorgeous wife.”

Hermione took his hand and tugged him down the stairs. She grabbed the keys off the hook by the door and led him out to the car.

“Isn't the car gorgeous?” she gushed, running her hand over the sleek yellow body.

"It's not the best looking thing in my sight," Draco said, opening the door for her.

“Silly boy,” Hermione giggled. “For Muggles, this is the upper crust of all cars. It's like a...Pureblood of cars.”

"Whatever you say, my Love," Draco said, and he walked around to the passenger side of the car and slid in.

"Fasten your seat belt," Hermione said, staring stoically at him.

“These bands? What’re they for?” Draco asked, looking at them oddly.

"To keep you safe," Hermione said, reaching over Draco and pulling the belt across his chest.

“If you say so.”

She kissed his cheek.

"In case we get in an accident, they are super effective," Hermione said.

Draco smiled brightly about the kiss. He loved his wife very much. So if she wanted to ride in yellow Muggle tin cans on wheels, he'd let her.

Hermione put the key in the ignition and turned the car on.

Draco jumped as he felt the hum of the vehicle.

“Do they put beasts under the cover?” Draco asked as the car purred.

"No! It's an engine," Hermione said, and she began to explain how the car worked to Draco.

Expertly, she steered the car into the busy traffic.

“I had a liking for this kind of car since one of my father's business associates let me drive a car like this for a bit. That was before our sixth year.”

"It's not very fast," Draco said, as they stopped at the stoplight.

“There are rules how fast one can go in towns. It is so all Muggles move at the same speed.”

Draco nodded as he stared out the window. Other shiny vehicles whizzed by around them.

“Why do their cars look different? That one, there, has a window broken!”

"Not all people take equal care of their car, and cars are vandalized on occasion," Hermione said, shifting gears, before she reached over and squeezed Draco's leg.

“Why are we going into a cave?” Draco asked as Hermione steered the car into an underground parking lot.

"It's a parking garage, Love," Hermione said, as she pulled into a parking spot away from the other cars and taking up two spaces.

She was sure that no one would blame her for that. Any Muggle knew better than get into a squabble over scratched cars. Especially not if the car in question would cost thousands per scratch.

“We're going to get baby things!” Hermione said happily and led Draco to the lifts.

“Now I only have to get you the baby,” he murmured as he kissed her neck.

"Well, we will have to make a vigorous effort toward making that happen."

“I already am. Pity this Muggle elevator is filthy, or else...”

Draco blushed as Hermione shoved him into a corner of the lift and kissed his mouth soundly.

"I want to go to a nice shop in Diagon Alley as well," Draco said, putting an arm around her waist as a Muggle man joined them.

“Of course, Love,” Hermione murmured, fondly squeezing his arse.

Draco pulled her close and put himself between her and the Muggle who had eyed her like she was a tasty piece of meat. He made sure the man saw the wedding bands on his finger and drew her hand up to show it off to as he kissed her palm.

The elevator stopped and Hermione dragged Draco towards the baby section.

Draco gasped as he looked all around him.

Hermione made a beeline toward the cribs.

Hermione smiled as she walked all around through them.

"What is this material?" Draco asked touching one of them.

Hermione smiled. Her gorgeous husband was willing to look at baby thing.

"It's plastic, Love," Hermione said. "You know I think we will need to get you a pair of sunglasses."

“Which one of these do you like?” Draco asked, pointing at the row of cribs.

Hermione pouted, "I really want an old fashion crib, made of wood."

“These we can find in Diagon Alley, Love,” Draco murmured, smoothing his hands over her bum. Men shouldn't look at her like this!

"Okay," Hermione said, and she gasped when she saw baby clothes hanging on the racks.

“We should get some baby clothes. And toys!”

"Whatever you like," Draco said. "But what if we get clothing for the wrong gender?"

“We can get yellow, green and other neutral colors!”

"We can't get trousers for a little girl though," Draco said, as he touched a small white dress with tiny pink flowers on it. "I want a little girl."

“What if we have a little boy?” Hermione asked.

"I want a son as well," Draco said. "There has never been a daughter in our family, however, we've always had the son first, and sons are what we mostly care about. Carrying on the family name and all."

“Your father said he had a sister. She died young, though.'

"He did?" Draco asked, and he gaped at her. "I didn't know my father had a sister."

"He gets upset when he talks about her," Hermione said. "He loved her very much."

“Then maybe we can name our daughter after her. That would be a nice thing to do,” Draco said, eyeing the cute little dress.

Hermione frowned. She was still angry with her husband's father. He was nasty last night.

"We can get clothes for little girls," Hermione said, reaching out and petting her husband's hair.

“You can make many babies for me,” she purred.

Draco blushed and picked up the cute little dress.

"All the babies that you want, Hermione," Draco purred, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

They picked many cute things, both for a girl and a boy. Hermione assured Draco that Muggleborns are often prone to twin pregnancies when the father is a wizard.

Hermione giggled as they paid and left the store. The clerk smiled at them and congradulated them on their baby.

They snogged in the lift, to the dismay of two elderly ladies.

One of the ladies scowled at Draco as he exited with Hermione looking at him with hazy eyes.

“We're going home to make babies,” she whispered to Draco.

"There is one thing that I really want to pick up in Diagon Alley first," Draco said. "Then I am yours for the remainder of the week."

“Shall we apparate there?” Hermione asked, not wanting to be busy with things other than baby making.

"Yes, but we will still have to drive the car home," Draco said, taking her hand. He looked around and seeing no one. He disapparated.

“Draco? What are we doing here?” Hermione asked.

The store had dozens of custom made cribs and twirling hangers spinning and playing music.

“Everything's so gorgeous!” Hermione exclaimed and run to a light rosewood crib.

Draco smiled happy to see his Hermione running her hands over the cribs.

"Hello Young Master Malfoy," a soft voice said.

Hermione was too distracted by the gorgeous cribs to notice.

Draco ignored the sales assistant and went to stand behind Hermione.

"It's perfect, Draco," she said, touching the different magical sea animals carved on the bars.

“We can buy it, then. I can't wait to see our baby sleep in it.”

Hermione sighed happily.

"I want to get this," Draco said, pointing to the twirling orb that hovered above the crib.

Hermione looked up at it and gasped as she watched mermaids and hippocampi and dewgongs all swim around. The mermaids were singing softly and they stopped and winked at people every so often.

“That's a wonderful mobile!” Hermione said.

“I am glad you like it, Love. I am sure our baby will love it, too. It reminds me of when I was little," Draco said, smiling as he thought about it. "My father took me to the largest aquarium in the wizarding world. It's called Atlantis. It is a series of underground caves and built next to coral. I saw a mermaid there when I was there. I wanted my father to buy her for me. I was certain he was being cheap when he said that they weren’t for sale. It took over an hour of talking to the curator for me to be convinced that the mermaids were the aquarium workers and not for sale. I was sad."

Hermione giggled. Draco was such a spoiled sweet brat.

"Can we get it all delivered Draco?" Hermione asked, sliding her hand down to cup her man.

“Yes, Lady Malfoy, it can be delivered to whichever address you wish to” the clerk said cheerily.

Draco quickly filled out the address for their Kensington residence, and had the woman charge it to their account.

Hermione tugged on Draco's sleeve. She wanted to go get to work making their baby

“Yes, Love, we're going home now,” Draco said and kissed her cheek.

"We need to get the car," Hermione said, shifting up closer to him. "I don't want to leave it in the public garage.

“Would not be nice to leave it. I am quite fond of it, actually.”

Hermione giggled and apparated them to next to the car.

Hermione had decided that she needed to take the fastest way back tot heir house, so she used side streets rather than the main routes.

In one quiet intersection, a red Ferrari was passing the intersection at the same time as Hermione. She managed to control the car and guide it away from collision. The other driver struggled a little longer, but eventually parked the car on the pavement.

Hermione snarled when she saw who was driving the other car. It couldn't be true!

"BLOODY HELL!" Draco yelped when his father climbed out of the car.

"Stay in here, Draco," Hermione said, climbing out. She shut the door calmly.

She glared at Lucius, thinking what to say next. She was angry at the man. Not for the almost accident, but for breaking her heart.

“Nice car you got here,” Lucius said slowly, eyeing up Hermione.

"You're a right nasty bastard, my Lord," Hermione hissed, jamming her hands on her hips and leaning back from him.

“Starting on the insults already? No small talk niceties?” he asked, ignoring the rising heat in his body. Draco should not allow her to wear such indecent clothing.

“Insults? You, my Lord, made a scandal out my wedding reception!” Hermione growled. Why did she keep saying that?

"Ridiculous. The paper this morning praised our tango," Lucius said, approaching a little nearer.

“How dare you!” Hermione yelled. “You are an evil man, my Lord!”

"You are making a scene," Lucius said, snatching her wrist and drawing her to him. "Stop yelling at me."

Hermione lowered her voice to a nasty hiss that would have given Severus a run for his money on his record for making the most babies cry in one afternoon.

"You were angry with me for marrying Draco, my fiancé, when you ordered me to do it," she said, poking him in the chest.

“I was angry because you lied to me,” Lucius hissed back.

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes as she shoved at Lucius.

“I did not lie,” she cried, hitting his chest a little.

Lucius dragged her in closer, "You don't want me. You never did. You--you wouldn't have slobbered all over Draco if you did. You wouldn't have left if you did."

“How could I stay when you hate me?”

"You wouldn't have clung to Draco if you cared a whit for me. You would have come to me and made me listen to you," he said.

“You didn't listen to me! You ordered me to marry him! I couldn't refuse you!”

"You barely tried. You are just a stupid, manipulative little female. You didn't even smile at me once during the ceremony. I was giving you what you wanted. My son for your sexual desires," he said, looking down with her as he clung to her holding her against his chest. She smelled like vanilla and almonds.

“When I asked my Lord to marry me, you declined,” she reminded him, gesturing to her empty side. “I am well aware that there are possibilities of a triple bonding ceremony.”

"Please come home," Lucius said, grabbing a handful of her hair. "I can certainly make use of you."

“Use me like what, my Lord?” she asked angrily. Lucius was dodging the wedding topic.

"I don't a witch who doesn't care about me, and you don't," Lucius lifted her and set her away from him. "Enjoy your husband. Please forgive my words and actions. They have been most egregious."

“You're leaving me like this? It's you, my Lord, who doesn't give a shit about me,” she said, hitting his chest with her little fists.

Lucius caught her wrists.

"I've been laboring under a misunderstanding. I apologize for any discomfort I've caused you, my Lady," he kissed her hands. "I will not force my presence upon you a moment longer. Sometimes, my dear, you sacrifice your own happiness for those you love."

“You, my Lord, are a nasty, evil man and I still love you. Why do I have to love you?” Hermione had tears in her eyes as she tried to cling to his shirt.

Lucius looked at her, and he turned away.

"It will be better if you forget me," Lucius said, sliding into his car. "I am an evil man, as you said."

“And a coward, too, my Lord,” she said and held on to his car door.

"If it is a coward that gives up what he wants more than anything to make his child and the woman he cares for happy," Lucius said, gripping the steering wheel, "then color me yellow. But right now, I am, oh so, green." He gestured to the green shirt and tie he was wearing beneath the black jacket.

“Didn't my Lord enjoy the time we had together? The things we did together? I guess it didn't mean a thing to you.”

"Go be with Draco. Make children with him. Be a good wife to him," Lucius said, jerking the door out of her hand.

“My Lord will listen to me, you stupid man!” she said and didn't let go of the door. “Who do you think you are? Saint of Slytherin?”

Lucius grabbed the key from the ignition and grabbed his cane from the next seat.

"Aren't you contradicting yourself? Am I a saint or an evil man?"

“You are evil in the way you think that hurting me will make my Lord more noble!”

"I've never once stated that I am noble; you coined that idea on your own, my dear. It is folly for me to linger here," Lucius unsheathed his wand. "I told you once that I am a highly unlovable man." He apparated from the car.

"Whom should I cause pain to Hermione?"

“My Lord, I love you,” she said, and she ran her hand over his cheek.

Lucius blinked back tears and removed her hand.

"You mustn't say such things," he said, even as he kissed her palm.

“But it's true. You have so much love to give, my Lord. You forego your own happiness for Draco's sake.”

"I told you, Sweet. When you have a child, you'll never know a more excruciating pain than seeing your child in pain," he said. "I've caused Draco much hurt already."

“But I need you, my Lord. Merlin told me so! I won't be complete without you!”

"Now you're a believer in prophecies," Lucius stated, staring out the windshield at his son whom he could see smiling in the car. "Hermione, the spell on you has created these unhealthful desires and beliefs. You will have a baby, and everything will be better. Severus will make potions to help you."

Lucius slammed a fist in the center of the steering wheel.

“I need you, my Lord! I still think about you, when I am not with Draco! Please, don't abandon me,' she sobbed, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry for the pain you are feeling. I have every wish that this will be the last pain I cause you," Lucius said, leaning forward to rest his forehead on top of the steering wheel. "Please don't torture me or ask me to cause anguish to Draco. Would you wish him misery to give me joy? I wouldn't be happy taking something that Draco loves."

“But I love you, too. And I love Draco, my Lord. I need you both. Both as my husbands. To have beautiful babies from both,” she sobbed and hid her face with her hands.

"I'm sorry," Lucius said. "It will not happen. You'll see in time that this was for the best." He took out a monogrammed handkerchief and gave it to her.

“But I need you, my Lord…”

"Hermione, enough of this," Lucius hissed. Hermione became rigid as Lucius spoke to her harshly. "Go to Draco. I won't hear of this anymore."

Hermione nodded.

"Yes, my Lord," she whispered, turning and walking to Draco.

Lucius didn't say a word as she walked back to the car with her head down.

“My love, what did he say?” Draco asked, seeing her tear stained face. “I will go and hex the living daylights out of the misfit called my father!” Draco added and was about to get out of the car.

The red Ferrari was already out of sight.

"Nothing of consequence," Hermione said, reaching over and wrapping her arms around Draco.

“I love you, Draco. Nothing's going to change that.”

"I know," he said, placing a hand on her back and rubbing.

“Let's go home and make babies!” she said determinedly as she stuffed Lucius' handkerchief into the car's bin.

"Are you sure that you're alright, my Love?" Draco asked, nuzzling her throat. “Love, did my father hurt you? If so I will make him pay!”

"I'm a stupid woman, Draco," she said, cupping the side of his face as he knelt by the side of the car looking up at her.

“You're the smartest witch I know!”

"Books," Hermione answered. "Can we go inside?"

Draco reached in taking off the straps holding her in place before lifting her gently from the car.

“What's on your mind, Love?” Draco asked as he slung an arm around her shoulders.

"Why?" Hermione whispered, allowing Draco to carry her into the house and up to their room.

Draco placed her on the bed.

“Because I can see in your eyes that you're deeply hurt. Did I do something wrong?”

"It's not your fault, Love," Hermione said, "Please cuddle with me."

Draco held her close and kissed her gently. He didn't want her to feel upset.

Hermione sighed and pressed closer to her only husband.

“I love you so much, Draco,” she whispered, inhaling the masculine scent of her gorgeous husband.

"You're my Hermione," Draco whispered, lifting her so she was between his legs.

“I am so happy every moment I am with you. For so long, you were just an impossible dream. I never hoped you'd like me, I didn't dare to think you could love me. You are so perfect, my wife.”

Hermione pulled him closer shoving her face into his shoulder. She couldn't tell him that he was the only Malfoy who believed so and that she wanted Lucius' love as well. It wouldn't be right. She couldn't break Draco's heart. Not on purpose.

She listened to the steady beat of Draco's heart and let sleep lure her.

Draco smiled when he realized his wife was asleep. He carefully began to try to shift from under her. He was going to go get his father for what the man had done to upset his wife today. He had no right to make Hermione cry.

Her arms reached out for him, so he was thinking what to do for a moment.

Draco leaned over and kissed her temple.

"Draco..." Hermione said, wrapping one of her arms around his leg.

“You don't want me to leave, hmm?”

"Draco..." she said, and she kissed his thigh. Her other arm reached behind her for a moment and she frowned for a minute before latching her second arm around Draco's thigh. "Don't leave."

“Alright, my Love,” he mumbled, but wished he could go and hex his father.

Draco stretched out next to her. He cradled her letting her dig her fingers into his shirt, and he just watched her sleep.

He would make his father pay later. There was no need to upset his beautiful wife.

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Lucius lied in his bed curled in a ball.

She was with Draco. She would be happy with the boy.

Draco couldn't share anything, and he, Lucius, didn't want to share. Least of all the woman he loved. Surely it would hurt less to let her go.

The tears she had shed today were like ice picks digging into his heart. He hated to see her cry.

But when it came to picking who should deal with the pain of her loss. There was no power that would make him take her from Draco. He couldn't stand to see Draco hurting. All he wanted was for Draco to smile, and he had hurt his son too much over the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman he would never forget. IT didn't matter how he tried to reason, his mind was always conjuring images of her in throes of passion.

He would just stay in this bed and not leave.

The more he tried to forget her, the more the images came back.

He closed his eyes tightly to hold in his hurt. He crawled under the sheets.

"Lucius, my Lord, my love, take me. Make love to me. Make me yours,” he heard the familiar sweet voice call him in his dreams.

"Have Draco," he whispered into the room.

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The plot wabbie is emaciated and may have to enter the wabbie hospital for his sickness. He is not being fed with reviews. He is not feeling love, and thereby is sickening.

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