Refashioning Affection

Epilogue

Hermione could not believe it was the seven-year anniversary of the vanquishing of the Shapo. She was on her way home from work at the Ministry and thinking about all that had happened.

When news got out about the dark marks disappearing, and the report of the Riddle House was released, there was media uproar. But soon that storm passed and other sensational stories made headlines over the years, such as Ron and Draco moving into a flat in the posh end of London or Harry eloping with Ginny in a whirlwind wedding in the Canaries.

Hermione smiled as she stepped into the fireplace and flooed into the special entrance hall that was warded against anyone how was not given special permission to enter that way.

She hung up her cloak and slipped off her heels. She passed all the photos she had been putting up around the main parlor. Photos of everything from their different trips, their engagement party, their wedding and honeymoon lined the different surfaces.

She loved walking through that room, it was like reliving all those wonderful moment. On the mantel was one of Lucius favorites. She was around six months pregnant with their child. It was summer and the manor’s garden was in full bloom. She was standing by his prized roses smiling as the wind blew her hair.

She could never have imagined such bliss seven years ago, but the fates had proven her wrong again.

She went in search of her husband, heading for his office across from the library. The sight she saw once she opened the door filled her heart so much it took her breath away.
Kleio Abigail Malfoy was asleep on her father on the chaise lounge near the window.

The little three year old had one little fist tucked under her chin, the other holding tight to her fathers shirt. Those beautiful honey colored curls framed the soft round face of their daughter, her little cupid bow lips open just a little.

Lucius had one arm secure around his little girl the other turning the pages of a work ledger floating in front of his eyes.

He looked over when he heard her enter. Those warm brown eyes and gentle smile he saw still had the power to clench his heart with devotion.

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Later that night with Kleio fast asleep in the nursery, Lucius was occupying himself by watching his wife get ready for bed. She had long since loss the baby weight but her body still held the softer curves which his hands loved to move down. Those long curls now brush the top of her deliciously plump bottom. He let his mind wonder to far and soon his body was acting on its own.

Before either of them knew it he had molded his body to hers. His chest against her back, his long fingers sweeping over her silk nightdress. His lips moved over her shoulder and up her neck.

“Mmm, Lucius.” She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“My beautiful bride,” he purred in her ear “I want you.”

“I want you too my darling.” She whispered back and soon she was swept up into his long arms and carried back to their bed.

Hermione smiled as her husband settled in the comfortable valley between her thighs, his warm body coving hers, the wonderful weight of the man she loved resting on her willing body. There were few places in the world she loved as much as right there in their bed, bodies intertwined.

Perhaps soon there would be another addition to their family.

~Fin

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