New Beginnings

Author\'s Note: A fitting title, huh? Sorry for the extended hiatus, folks. Life got in the way. Work, Health, Family...you know the drill. Two more chapters after this one and we\'re done with part one. Part Two still needs to be outlined, and I\'m not starting that until the Fall 2009. I may have some one shots here and there if time allows. I need to finish this so I can finish Behind Closed Doors before some folks tar and feather me. Again, sorry for the delay and I hope you like this.

Cheers, Asha



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After a great deal of coaxing from Blythe and Blaise, Draco and Hermione decided to leave the city and to take and extended ‘holiday’ at the Manor. The University had granted Hermione an extended leave of absence and Blaise agreed to handle both sides of the foundation so they would be able to spend time together with Tylinn. After a relatively short adjustment period, the Malfoy family seemed to settle into the Manor quite nicely and fall into a comfortable routine. They would frequently have breakfast on the patio; then take long walk around the grounds with Tylinn in her pram. Their family walks were a nice way for Draco to show Hermione and Tylinn the outer buildings on the property. He had the elves make them presentable so they could use any of the buildings if Tylinn became hungry during their walk.



Hermione loved this newfound family time; it gave them a chance to connect in ways that they hadn’t in a long time. She had almost forgotten how much she loved simple conversations with her husband. She felt so warm and complete; sharing this family and alone time with him. Many evenings, after Tylinn was fast asleep, they would curl up in oversized chaise lounge in the gazebo, read to each other and cuddle. Hermione smiled to herself, remembering the nights when Draco would whisk her away to the lakeside and make love to her so tenderly. It was like a beautiful blissful dream, having him all to herself for a few sweet hours until Mummy and Daddy duties would sneak back in.



When Draco received an owl from some of his American contributors requesting a meeting, Hermione didn’t take it well. They had had a wonderful summer together at the Manor and the autumn was shaping up to be the same way and she didn’t want it to change now.



“Draco, I thought Blaise was taking over everything for a while.” Hermione was trying not to whine but she was really pissed. They had an agreement and he was backing out on that agreement. She sat on the bed, Tylinn was propped up on the bed in her boppy (*A.N. A boppy is a horseshoe shaped pillow that is used for nursing) as Draco packed his suitcase.



“Hermione, how many times do I have to tell you, I AM taking time off but I have to take care of this meeting. There are older wizards in America that are only comfortable with me and I don’t want to mess with that. This is very important to the foundation, you know that.”



She sighed, “But, what about your family? We were supposed to be spending this time together, the three of us.”



Draco looked at her, exasperated, “Hermione, I’m only going to be gone for a few days, why are you being so melodramatic about this?”



She bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back her tears. “Tylinn needs to be changed. I’ll see you when you get back.” She left the room with the infant before Draco could say anything else. He sighed; he wanted to kick himself. He didn’t want to go, he really didn’t and snapping at Hermione wasn’t going to make the situation any better. He didn’t want to leave like this. He knew he hurt her feelings, he didn’t mean to. He ran his fingers through his hair then went to look for her. Draco entered Tylinn’s room, Hermione was standing on the balcony; Tylinn was starting to fall asleep in her crib. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of head.



“I’m sorry, Hera. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He heard her sniffle. “I don’t want to leave my beautiful girls but you know I have to go.” Hermione shook her head, yes. She turned around and rested her head on his chest. “Please don’t cry, my love. I’m sorry; I promise I won’t be gone for long.”



“I know; it’s just that…we haven’t been apart since…” She sniffled, trying to stifle her sobs as she spoke.



“We haven’t been apart since before Tylinn was conceived, I remember. That’s when I knew I wanted to spend my life with you and only you.” Hermione smiled but her eyes were sad. “I don’t think I will know how to sleep without you next to me, Love.” He tilted her chin upward and kissed her very gently on the lips. Hermione clung to him, desperate to get as close to him as possible. Draco took her into his arms and apparated back to their bedroom.



He laid her on their bed and covered her with his body. He kissed her tenderly as he stroked her hair. They cuddled as Draco comforted his wife. “Hera, this isn’t going to be a long trip like last time. I will be back in no time and then you’ll be stuck with him. You’ll be looking for reasons to get rid of me.” Hermione smiled, but the sadness in her eyes was still evident. Draco leaned in and kissed her tenderly, trying to comfort his wife as much as he could. He felt her take his hand, placing it on her breast as she deepened their kiss. She moaned softly as he gently pinched her nipple. He felt Hermione rubbing her warmth against his leg as she tugged at his shirt. She needed him; he knew this would make leaving even more painful for both of them but he couldn’t deny her. Without saying a word, they undressed each other. Hands caressed, mouths kissed, their bodies danced as they became one. The pain of their impending separation was tempered by this act of love between a husband and a wife.



Draco held his wife until she felt asleep in his arms. He slide out of bed, finished his packing then went to the nursery, retrieved a sleeping Tylinn and placed her in their bed next to her Mummy. He kissed them both and curled up next to them and watched them sleep. He didn’t want to leave them but he knew he would have to go soon. He glanced at his watch; Tylinn would be waking up for her lunch. He would stay until after Tylinn’s feeding; that was always their special time together, he loved those moments. The idea of not having that, even for a few days made his heart hurt. Draco watched his wife and daughter sleep; they looked so peaceful.



‘How could any man want to leave this, for any reason? Hell, I have to leave for a few days and I’m doing my best not to be a bawling fool.’ He smirked, ‘Wouldn’t Blaise laugh his arse off; me being the total sap and not wanting to leave home because of Hera and Tylinn.’ Just then, the baby cooed and stretched then snuggled closer to Draco. He picked her up and placed her on his chest.



“Well, my Gracie Girl, you seem to have your daddy wrapped right around this little finger of yours. How did you manage to do that so quickly? Ah… Because you’re sweet and wonderful, and beautiful like your Mummy; yeah, I agree with that. What is daddy gonna do without his Gracie Girl for five whole days? I’m going to be so sad. I’m gonna miss you and Mummy so much. But I’m depending on you, my little princess; you take good care of Mummy while I’m gone, ok?” The infant was looking at him; her big grey eyes were very alert, like she understood what he was saying. Draco kissed the baby on the head and gave her a gentle squeeze.



“She adores you.” Hermione whispered.



“I’m pretty crazy about her, too.”



“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go? International port-keys aren’t easily to come by and they are strictly regulated. I know Blaise went through a lot of trouble to arrange for this one for the foundation.”



“I know; I’ve got it covered.” Hermione nodded. She was in no hurry for him to leave but she didn’t want to cause problems with his meetings or port-key regulations.



After Tylinn finished her lunch and fell asleep, Hermione walked Draco to the port-key location. She didn’t want to look like the weepy type; she held back her tears until she got back to the manor. Then she cried herself to sleep. As she drifted off, all she could think of was Narcissa.



‘Was this how she felt every time Lucius went away?’



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It was late afternoon when the sound of tapping on the bedroom door woke Hermione. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes and called out ‘Come in’ with a scratchy voice.



“Miss Hermione, this was delivered for you, the owl didn’t look familiar.” Gracie said with a soft, squeaky voice.



“Thank you, Gracie.”



‘Hmm, Draco would’ve called, it’s not Blythe and Blaise’s owl; maybe it’s a note for Draco from the hotel; maybe he lost his phone.’ When she looked at the envelope, she was even more puzzled. The letter was addressed to her but there was no return address.

‘No one knows I’m here…oh, wait, the University knows, it’s probably something from school.’ She opened the letter, expecting some kind on official letter. Instead, she found a letter written in impeccable handwriting. As she began to read the letter, her hands began to shake.



My Dear Daughter in Law,



I hope this letter finds you well. I realize that I’m the last person that you would expect or want to receive correspondence from; I ask you not to pre-judge this letter based on my past actions.



I’m not sure where to start; for a man that has always known what to do and what to say, this is very disconcerting. Please be patient with me as I try to articulate my feelings properly. First and foremost, I need to apologize to you for so many of my transgressions. I was a foolish man that followed a lunatic blindly; I hurt many people including you and I am sorry. I know those words will never be enough to make amends for the treacherous acts that I participated in but know that my apology is heartfelt.



I would like to thank you, for loving my son and for giving him the loving home that he always wanted and deserved. Draco was kind enough to send me a few photos from your wedding and of your beautiful daughter. She is a blessing. I hope someday, you will find it in your heart to allow me to meet her. I was never a good father but I would like the opportunity to be a good grandfather. You, Draco and Tylinn are the only family I have left. I’ve lost Narcissa and I am finally getting to know my son as a man. He’s a good man. By reading his letters, I know that he’s a good husband and a good father. He is a better man because of you, my daughter in law. You have taught him that love is truly unconditional; you have given him the loving family that he always dreamed of having. I hope that you will find it in your heart to give me a chance and will get to know me as your husband’s father and Tylinn Grace’s grandfather, nothing more.



Hermione, please note that I asked Draco if he would bring Tylinn to see me; he comes to visit me every other Wednesday. He told me that where Tylinn is concerned, he would not make that decision without you. You needed to know that you and your child would be safe around me and he would not force you into something you were not ready for. Please do not be angry with him for not mentioning our visits, he didn’t want to upset you. He knows that I mean you and Tylinn no harm, I hope that some day, you will knew that as well.



Respectfully yours,

Your Father in Law

Lucius Malfoy





Hermione sat, staring at the letter. She looked at the envelope again, still no return address. She went to Draco’s desk and after rifling through some papers, she found it, something with Lucius’ handwriting on it. It was the same.



“Bloody Hell!” She whispered. “What is it about this day?”



She had no idea what to with this information. This man was a Death Eater, he was involved in countless deaths, and he was part of Voldemort’s inner circle. Moreover, she knew what this man had done to her husband when he was a child, how could she forgive that? Hermione began to pace.



‘Do I have the right to keep Tylinn from the only family that she has because of his past transgressions? If Draco has forgiven him and is comfortable enough to share photos of our family with him, who am I to deny him? If Draco truly believed that Lucius was a danger to Tylinn because of her blood-line, he never would have told her about him.’ Hermione sighed and walked into Tylinn’s nursery; the infant was sleeping very soundly in her crib. She gently rubbed the infant’s back. She looked so much like Draco…and Lucius. Hermione couldn’t help but smile. Tylinn was a Malfoy; there was no doubt about that. She may have her hair but everything else about her was Malfoy.



She left the nursery and returned to their master suite then summoned Gracie and Tinky.



“How may we assist you, Mistress?”



“Gracie please, it’s Hermione.” The elf only nodded. “I need your assistance for a little while if you’re not too busy.”



“I’m never too busy for Mistress Hermione.”



“Gracie, would you please stay with Tylinn and come get me when she wakes?” She turned to Tinky, “Would you come with me, please?”

The elves both nodded. Hermione left the room with Tinky and headed towards Narcissa’s room. She opened the door slowly. The room was impeccable, the elves still maintained it like she was going to return. Hermione marveled at the beauty of the room; rich jewel tones and dark antique furniture. The room was exquisite.



“Tinky, did Mrs. Malfoy save any family photos?” The elf nodded.



“Yes, Mistress Hermione, they are stored in here.” Tinky moved to the armoire and removed a large wooden box and placed it on the desk.



“Thank you, Tinky, is this all of them?”



“Yes, Mistress kept them very organized.” Hermione nodded and dismissed the elf. She carefully opened the box and admired the neatly organized photos. Very methodically, Hermione began to look through the photos. Tears ran down her cheeks as she saw how tenderly Lucius held Draco when he was an infant.



“Oh Merlin!” She gasped, softly, as she stopped at one particular photo. Hermione stared at it for quite some time, then took out her wand and made two duplicates of the photo and set the them aside. She placed the remaining photos back in the box, and levitated it ahead of her as she returned to hers and Draco’s master suite.





Hermione placed the box on the top of the chest of drawers and headed for the antique desk that looked out onto the pristine flower garden. As she began to write a letter with her favorite quill, she felt like a weight was being lifted off of her shoulders. At first, she expected this to be difficult but much to her surprise, it was significantly easier than she had anticipated. When she had finished, she called Narcissa’s eagle owl and sent it on its way. Hermione sat back in the chair and exhaled slowly. Tomorrow was going to be a long day but if all went well, it was going to be a very important day for all of them.

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The next morning, Hermione dressed in her most conservative robes, pulled her hair back into a very harsh, matronly looking bun, and added a pair of very dowdy looking, thick, dark rimmed glasses. She looked at her reflection in the full length mirror and shuddered.



‘I bet this is what most people think I turned out like. Ha! Wouldn’t they be surprised..’ She retrieved Tylinn and placed her in the ‘baby bucket’, casting a simple conceal spell on the child and the ‘bucket’. For anyone that didn’t know the infant was there, it looked like Hermione was carrying an overloaded briefcase. Fortunately for Hermione, Tylinn had recently eaten so she was sound asleep and wouldn’t be waking up for quite some time. She walked downstairs to the study and headed to the hearth. Tinky saw her in the unusual dress and followed behind her very quickly.



“Um, Mistress, is there something you and Miss Tylinn need?” The house-elf said, nervously.



“No, thank you, Tinky. Tylinn and I have an errand to run. We will be back in a few hours. Should Mr. Malfoy call, please tell him that I will call him back later but do not tell him that we went out, tell him that we are napping.”



“You want Tinky to lie to Master Malfoy?” The elf looked confused.



“Tinky, Tylinn is sleeping, is that not true?”



“Yes, that is true.”



“Then it’s not a lie, is it?” The house-elf nodded, but her confusion was evident.



“I guess not.



“Don’t worry, Tinky, it’s nothing bad. I just need to do something and I don’t want to get Draco’s hopes up, just in case it doesn’t work out.” Tinky turned her head to the side, still not understanding. Hermione sighed, softly. “Tinky, I’m going to see Mr. Malfoy.”



“Master Lucius?”



“Yes. He sent me an owl yesterday. He would like to be a part of our lives.”



The elf looked down, “I know that Master Draco sees him.” Hermione swallowed hard; was she the only one that didn’t know about this?



“Yes and Master Lucius is the only family that Tylinn has besides Draco and me. For her sake, I will try to make amends with him. Do you understand, Tinky? Do you understand why I don’t want to say anything to Draco yet?”



“Yes, Mistress, I understand.”



“Tinky, please, call me Hermione. Now I must go. I don’t know how long we will be.”



The elf nodded and Hermione stopped into the hearth; in a flash, she was gone.



Hermione stepped out of the fireplace into a large office. At the far end of the office was a very ornately carved mahogany desk. She could see the back of a leather chair resting against the desk. She looked down at Tylinn, who was sucking on her fist as she slept. Hermione squared her shoulders and walked toward the desk as the person in the chair turned toward her.



“Ms. Farmer, I presume.” The older man stood and walked around the desk to meet her.



“Yes, Mr. Konigswell, thank you for allowing this visit on such short notice.”



“It is very unusual for a solicitor to make such a request with only one day’s notice but Mr. Malfoy has been an exemplary inmate and your firm has never made any unusual requests so I don’t mind at all.”



“Again, I thank you. There are a few issue that I need to discuss with him regarding his late wife so we will need the utmost private, can this request be accommodated?”



“It’s already been arranged; you will be using this office. Mr. Malfoy is not a damage to you or to himself so you will be completely safe meeting with him in here. I have several meetings this morning, I won’t be returning until 2pm. Is that enough time for you to take care of your business with him?”



She glanced at her watch, it was 9am. “Yes, that will be fine, thank you.”



“Good, we’re in agreement. I will have one of the guards bring him here. I have arranged for him to be properly dressed. I didn’t want you to be offended by the harsh prison attire; it’s often more than most woman can handle.”



“That is very kind of you, Mr. Konigswell.” She smiled a fake meek smile. “May I use the table over there to set up my papers?”



“Oh yes, by all means.”



There was a knock on the door, he went to answer it and Hermione intentionally turned her back toward the door. Tylinn was concealed on the far side of the table. She couldn’t help but stiffen when she heard his voice.



“Good day, Mr. Konigswell, is there a reason why you summoned me to your office?”



“Good day, Mr. Malfoy. Your solicitor is here to speak with you. I’m allowing her to use my office for this meeting and I expect you to behave appropriately. There will be guards outside of each of the doors, so don’t try anything funny.”



“Understood,” Lucius said, in a dry, uninterested tone.

Mr. Konigswell walked over to Hermione; let her know where the panic buttons were in the office, then he left.



Lucius walked slowly around the office, admiring the furniture and the architecture, without saying a word. Hermione didn’t turn around. “Who are you; because I know you’re not from my solicitor’s office?” His voice was low and as intimidating as ever. She took a slow deep breath then let it out and took off the glasses. Hermione slid her wand out of her sleeve, ever so slightly, and whispered a ‘Muffliato’ spell to protect their conversation. She unfastened her hair and let it fell. Very slowly, Hermione turned around; Lucius wasn’t looking in her direction at that moment.



“Hello Mr. Malfoy.” She said, very quietly.



Lucius took a double take then looked her in the eye and gave her a classic Malfoy smirk. “Miss Granger.”



“It’s Mrs. Malfoy, remember?” she said, mimicking his smirk.



“Indeed. How are you, Hermione, Mrs. Malfoy? You’re looking well.”



“I’m fine,Hermione is fine, and thank you. And you? Are they treating you…well?” She wasn’t sure how to word the question.



“Yes, thanks to you, the conditions have improved greatly over the years.”



Hermione looked at him, in disbelief, “Before the changes that you helped to implement, prisoners were treated worse than vermin. We were merely playthings for the Dementors feed upon at will. After your intervention, everything changed. We are treated like human beings, maybe not wizards but at least we’re not treated like non-entities anymore. The prison is now regulated by a separate division of the Ministry of Magic in conjunction with the Aurors. You structured it after the muggle penal system, didn’t you?”



“I tried. Their system isn’t perfect but it was much more humane than what Azkaban used to be.”



“You are correct and I thank you for your efforts.” Hermione nodded.



There was an awkward pause for a moment or two; then they heard her. Tylinn began wake up. Lucius looked at Hermione, surprised. She smiled as she walked to the opposite side of the table.



“Mr. Malfoy…Lucius, there is someone that would like to meet you.” Lucius sat down, fearing that his emotions would get the best of him. Hermione walked over and placed a sleepy Tylinn in his arms.



“Tylinn, this is your Grandpa Lucius.” She looked at him, her voice softened, “Lucius, this is your granddaughter, Tylinn Grace Rosier Malfoy.” The infant blinked a few times then looked at him, yawned and snuggled closer to him. He looked up at Hermione; she could see the tears in his eyes.



“She has Cissy’s mouth.”



“And she has your eyes.” He nodded, as he stroked the child’s cheek.



“Thank you doesn’t seem like enough.” He bent down and kissed Tylinn’s head. “I know this won’t fix everything between us but I hope that you will give me a chance to get to know you and this precious girl.”



“It will take time but I’m willing to try if you are.”



Lucius simply nodded and smiled before focusing his attention on the infant once again. Tylinn began to fuss and suck on her fist. Lucius looked at Hermione, not sure what to do with the child. Hermione simply smiled.



“She’s just hungry.” Hermione stopped for a moment. “Lucius, would you like to feed her?”



His face lit up then he frowned slightly. “She’s not nursing?”



Hermione smiled, “Yes, she is but Draco also charmed some of her bottles so he could take over some of the late night feedings. To Tylinn, the bottles feel the same as when she’s nursing. It allows them for bond the way we do.” Hermione handed Lucius the bottle; when Tylinn began to nurse she saw his face soften.



“She’s so beautiful.” Hermione simply nodded.



“My son likes feeding her?”



“He loves taking care of her. Blaise and Blythe still watch him, in awe, when he tends to her. She really is ‘Daddy’s Girl’ and she has him wrapped around her little finger. They’re quite the pair.” Hermione smiled, as she watched Tylinn stare at her Grandfather.





“Where is Draco, today?”



“He’s in the states on business for a few days.” Lucius frowned.



“Foundation business, I can only assume.” Hermione nodded.



“Blaise is taking over a lot of the duties regarding the foundation but this came up suddenly and he said that the American wizards are more comfortable with him.” Lucius only nodded.



“Draco said that the three of you have been spending time at the manor lately. Are you enjoying it?”



“Yes, it’s quite lovely.” Hermione smiled as she remembered their impromptu vacation at the manor. It was the weekend that Tylinn was conceived. “I’m quite fond of the gardens, and of course, the library, which shouldn’t be a surprise. We put a warming charm on the gazebo for Tylinn, she seems to like napping there. It’s quite nice for me because it’s a lovely place to relax and read.”



Lucius smiled, “That was Cissy’s favorite place, as well. I would often find her there; curled up with a book late into the evening. She charmed the inner roof so she would have enough light.”



“She did?” Hermione couldn’t contain her glee. “I will have to check that out when we get home…I mean get back to the manor.”



“Hermione, please excuse me for overstepping my bounds, but have you and Draco ever considered moving into the manor permanently?”



“Before Tylinn, we would spend long weekends there, but I always considered the loft our home. I was close to my job, as was Draco, obviously. It was a place that was ours first; we didn’t have the burdens of the past hanging over our heads when we were there. After Tylinn was born, I started to feel differently. When Blaise and Blythe suggested that we stay at the manor during our family leave from work, I was taken aback. Neither of us had considered that as an option until it was presented to us. I’m not sure if either of us are ready for that yet; vacations and holidays are one thing, but moving back permanently and living in the manor…I don’t know.”



“That’s understandable. Would you at least consider it? The manor is meant for the Malfoy Family. You, Draco and Tylinn are the new generation of Malfoys; you’ve brought joy, laughter and happiness back to that house. You should be able to enjoy it for more than a few days out of the year.”



“Agreed. I will talk to Draco about it when he get back from his business trip.” Lucius nodded his approval.



They talked for several hours, until it was time for Hermione and Tylinn to leave. She could see the loneliness in Lucius’ eyes.



“We will try to come to visit as often as possible. My only concerned is….” Her voice trailed off.



“Potter. You don’t want to run into Harry Potter.” He said, as if he wasn’t surprised.



“How did you know?”



“A Malfoy wife is always proud to be one, you speak of our family with such pride yet you arrived in disguise. Draco mentioned that you, like he, had left the wizarding world many years ago. When he spoke of your nuptials, Harry Potter’s name was never mentioned. I can only assume that you are no longer in contact with him and you don’t wish for him to know of your whereabouts.”



Hermione nodded. “You’re very observant.”



“I, too, have had issues with Harry Potter. He is the reason why I was not Cissy and Draco when she passed. My furlough had been approved; I was dressed and ready to leave with the guards when he entered my confines. He asked where I was going; even though he already knew. Then he laughed in my face and told me sit down because I wasn’t going anywhere. When I said that I had permission from the Warden and the Minister of Magic, he laughed again. He said that he was sent to escort me to the manor, and they will believe that he did so because he was Harry Potter. I had no choice but to contain my rage or it would’ve made the situation worse. I said that I wanted to be there for my son and again he laughed.



“‘That whiny bastard will just have to learn to deal, just like the rest of the world. And your wife, she’s lived without you for this long; it’s only appropriate that she die without you.’ Those were his words, I’ll never forget them. I wasn’t there for my wife in her last hours; I wasn’t there to console my son because of him. That is not forgivable.”



“But what about the Warden and the Minister, didn’t they know that you didn’t leave the prison?” Lucius shook his head, no.



“Potter told them that he would be my personal escort. Of course they didn’t have an issue with that.”



“Does Draco know about this?”



“No, and I would prefer to keep it that way. He has suffered enough and it can’t be changed.” Hermione nodded and looked at Tylinn. The infant had fallen asleep in her grandfather’s arms, she looked so peaceful. Hermione glanced at her watch; it was almost time for them to leave. She pulled her hair back into the tight bun and put in the glasses.



“We should get going; the warden will be returning soon.” Lucius nodded. “Oh, I brought some things for you, if you’re allowed to have them.” He looked at her, confused.



“It’s nothing much, just some photos that I found and some photos that we had taken. Our photos are only muggle photos, I hope you don’t mind.” She handed Lucius the package. As he looked the small pile of photos, she could see sadness in his eyes.



“This was taken shortly after Draco was born; this was his nursery. My mother snuck and took this photo. It was the first time Narcissa ever let me watch her breastfeed him. I was in complete awe of what she could do. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.” Lucius wiped a stray tear from his eye. “I didn’t deserve them; losing them both was my punishment for taking them for granted.” He ran his finger over the photo and watched his wife smile at him as infant Draco suckled at her breast.



“Hermione, promise me something?” She looked at him, puzzled.



“Don’t let Draco become ‘me’ in any way. Don’t let him neglect you and Tylinn. You are much stronger than Cissy was. Don’t let him slip away from you for any reason.” Hermione could see the pain and regret in his eyes.



“I promise, Lucius, I won’t let anything come between Draco and us.” He smiled, sadly.



“Thank you, Hermione. This has been the best day I’ve had in a very long time.” Without thinking, he took her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Hermione was shocked but did her best not to stiffen. She hugged him back warmly. They separated; Hermione cast the concealment spell on Tylinn and the ‘baby bucket’ just in time.



The door opened, the Warden entered and gave Hermione a rather creepy smile.



“Good afternoon Ms. Farmer, have you completed your business with the inmate?”



“Yes, I have, Warden Konigswell. Again, thank you for the use of your office.”



“You’re very welcome.” He looked at Lucius with mild distaste. “The guards will be taking you back to your cell.”



“Thank you for meeting with me, Ms. Farmer.” She simply nodded and smiled at him. The guard led Lucius toward the door but he stopped. “Ms. Farmer, regarding the new office space that we discussed, although the size may seem daunting at first, it can be very comforting when occupied properly. I believe that you and your partners will be quite satisfied with the facilities.”



Hermione nodded, “I will give it some serious consideration, Mr. Malfoy.” He nodded.



“That is all I ask. Good day, Ms. Farmer; Good day, Warden.” He turned to the guards and waited to leave.



The warden walked closer to Hermione; making her very nervous.



“Ms. Farmer, you must be famished; I can have lunch sent up for us. I have private chef for myself and the guards.” Hermione swallowed hard, trying not to vomit. The Warden was a short, hairy, round wizard that smelled of body odor and fish.



“That is a very thoughtful offer, Warden and I thank you, but I must be getting back to the office. My meeting with Mr. Malfoy lasted much longer than planned, and I am meeting with another client in 30 minutes.”



“I understand, maybe another time.” Hermione simply painted on a fake smile, gathered her purse and ‘overstuffed briefcase’ and headed to the floo. “Good day, Mr. Konigswell,” in a puff of green smoke, she was gone.

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When Hermione returned to the Manor, she was exhausted. She headed straight upstairs, put Tylinn to bed then headed to hers and Draco’s bedroom suite. She disrobed and fell into bed; sleep consumed her almost instantly.



The sound of her mobile phone vibrating on the nightstand, woke Hermione from a lovely dream.



“Hello…” Her voice was hoarse, unable to hide that distinctive sleepy sound.



“Hi Beautiful.” His voice was silky and comforting.



“Draco. Hi Love. I miss you.” She smiled, sleepily.



“I miss you too, Hera. How’s our sweet girl doing?”



“She’s fine; she fussed a bit when you weren’t here for her late night feeding but only for a little while.” Draco felt his heart begin to hurt; he missed his girls so much.



“Draco, when are you coming home?” She sniffled, “I…it’s…it’s just not the same here without you.”



“Soon, Love, I promise, soon.” Hermione sighed, quietly. “I thought you would be spending time with Blythe and Blaise while I’m here?”



“Blaise is out of town; I’ll call Blythe a little later.”



“Hera, I don’t want you hold up in that house with just Tylinn and the elves. It’s not good for you, even if it’s only for a few days. Promise me you will go see Kelly, Blythe or even Minerva tonight.”



“Ok, Draco, I’ll call Blythe, she’s been asking me for a ‘Girls Night’ for quite some time.”



They talked for a little while, Hermione did her best not to cry but wasn’t completely successful.



“Sweetheart, are you crying?”



“No…” Hermione lied as she sniffled.



“I’ll be home soon, Baby Girl, please don’t cry.”



“It’s just that…I miss you, Draco.”



“I miss you, too, Love. I’ll be home soon.”



“I hope so.”



“The meeting is going to start again in a few minutes. I better get going. I love you. I will call you later.”



“Ok. I love you too.”



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Somewhere in New York



Draco hadn’t slept since his arrival; he wanted to get these meetings finished as quickly as possible and get home to Hermione and Tylinn. He had been in the offices of Reifsnyder, Rosenkranz and Blanks for several hours; only leaving to grab a sandwich from a nearby deli. He knew this was necessary and it was for the good of the foundation. That’s what he needed to focus on. Draco couldn’t help but sigh. His last call with Hermione was brief; he could hear the sadness in her voice.



‘I never thought it would hurt this much to be away from home. The last time I was here, we had just gotten together. It was that longing of ‘new love’. I came home, we went away…and we made Tylinn. Our lives began that weekend.’ Draco sighed and smiled.



He was standing in a large conference room, a wall of windows in front of him. Draco stared at the New York skyline. He picked up his Blackberry Storm and hit the video icon. When he pressed the scroll ball he heard Hermione’s laugh. The slightly fuzzy video came into focus. Draco watched and remembered; a longing smile on his face.



Flashback:



“Draco, what are you doing?” Hermione giggled and blushed.



“I’m making a video of my favorite girls.”



“In the bathtub?”



“Why not? You look beautiful.” Hermione was reclining in their enormous bathtub with Tylinn resting on her breasts. He watched his wife blush as Tylinn lifted her head and looked into the camera. “How is Daddy’s Gracie Girl? So pretty, just like your Mommy.”



Draco smiled as the next video began, Hermione was lying on their bed partially covered by the blanket; she was breastfeeding Tylinn, her hair was still wet.



“Draco, why do you still messing with that thing?”



“I’m documenting our daughter’s life.”



“Do you have to document this?” Hermione blushed and tried to cover herself and Tylinn with the blanket.



“Oh no you don’t, Love. I want to capture moments like this, mother and child bonding.” Hermione rolled her eyes.



“Sure… You just want an excuse to video me topless.”



“Perhaps.” He smiled, devilishly. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. He removed their sleeping daughter from her arms and whisked her away to the nursery. Draco returned and eyed his wife hungrily from the door before climbing into bed with her.



End of Flashback…



Draco smiled as he remembered that night.



‘How did I get so lucky? Gods, I miss her.’



He scrolled the photos on his Blackberry, his heart aching to be home with his girls. A sad smile lingered on his face was he stared at his favorite family photo. Blythe had taken it without their knowledge. The Malfoy-Zabini clan had decided to have some family photos taken, shortly after Tylinn was born. They were all wearing white; the photographer decided the best site for the photos would be the opulent gardens of the manor; everyone agreed. While the photographer was setting up his equipment and preparing the scene, Hermione had snuck away to feed Tylinn; Draco found them in the rocking chair just inside the threshold of the balcony of the nursery. The way the sun streamed in on them made them both look like angels. Without saying a word, he walked in and sat down at her feet, resting his head against her knee. Hermione stroked his hair, lovingly as she looked into his eyes. Neither of them heard Blythe enter the room, nor did they hear her taking pictures of them. It was such a beautiful moment, Draco was grateful to Blythe for capturing it.



“Muggle technology? That’s contraband in your country, is it not?” Draco jumped and nearly dropped his phone. A deep voice pierced the silence and his thoughts.



“Umm…uh…” Draco turned quickly, seeing three elder wizards at the far side of the room.



“Mr. Rosier, we’ve been talking and after many discussions, we’ve decided that, right now, you are not the right man to be our liaison to the European Wizarding community.”



“What? With all due respect, Sirs, we have been working together for several years now. You seemed to be satisfied with our relationship; what’s changed?”



“Mr. Rosier, currently, you have responsibilities and obligations that need your undivided attention. Your work with our group will hamper those responsibilities.”



“Pardon me?”



“It has been brought to our attention that you are needed at home, Mr. Rosier.”



Draco opened his mouth to speak but he was speechless.



“You’ve been distracted since your arrival; it’s obvious that your thoughts are elsewhere. We would like this transition to be as smooth as possible for everyone, Mr. Rosier.”



“Transition? You’re replacing me?” Staring at them in disbelief.



The wizards looked at each other, and then a voice came from the doorway.



“Gentlemen, I can assure you that this transition will be seamless. This is something that we all want.” Draco stood with his mouth agape as he stared at the man walking towards him. “Bruv, close your mouth.” Blaise gave him a smug smile.



“What the….” Blaise held up his hand to Draco and the green robed wizard began to speak.



“Mr. Zabini came to us yesterday; he informed us of to the significant changes your life has undergone in the past year.” Draco’s chest tightened and he gave Blaise a look that could kill.



“Sirs, I can explain…” The robed wizard raised his hand and shook his head, no.



“There’s no need, Mr. Malfoy. We’ve watched you for several years, we had grown accustom to your quiet, morose demeanor. When we saw you during your last visit, we noticed that you seemed different. You were more relaxed, you seemed happy. When you arrived yesterday, you were distracted, at best.” Draco tried, once again to speak but the older wizard continued. “Mr. Malfoy, you’ve spent many years immersing yourself in work, your personal life suffered greatly because of this. You’re a husband and a father now; your family needs to come first. It’s better for you and for your family.”



Draco looked at the elder wizard; unable to hide his shocked look. “Yes, we’ve known your true name since the beginning. You chose not to use your given name, we respected that.” Draco nodded in acceptance of the wizard’s answer.



Blaise put his arm around his ‘brother’s’ shoulder. “D, you have Hermione and Tylinn now. Take this time to be with your wife and daughter. I’ve got it covered, Bruv, I promise.”



Draco swallowed hard and looked at Blaise, “Are you sure? What about Blythe and Chloe?” Blaise merely smiled.



“This was Blythe’s idea. She’s going to work with me on this, remember she has more connections here than we do. And as for Miss Chloe, she’s looking forward to traveling with Mummy and Daddy.”



“Blaise, I don’t know what to say.” Draco was completely humbled by his ‘family’s’ sacrifice for he and Hermione.



“Say that you’ll get me up to speed in the next couple of hours and you’ll leave your mobile on, just in case I have any questions.”



“Will do.”



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“Thanks for coming over, Blythe. I’ve been….It’s really nice to… Thank you.” Hermione tried not to cry but a few stray tears trickled down her cheeks.



“Awww, Mia.” Blythe takes Hermione into her arms and hugs her tightly. “You miss him, don’t you?” Hermione nodded.



“I feel so silly; he’s only been gone for a day and I’m a weepy mess. I’m an independent woman, why am I acting like this?”



“Oh, Sweetheart, that’s the lie we tell ourselves when our husbands are only moments away. I remember the first time Blaise went on a business trip after I had Chloe. I cried the entire time. Zora was a life saver. She came over, took care of Chloe and let me lay in her lap and cry. Now come on, Love. I had Gracie put the pizzas in the oven to warm them up. I got us some movies and a nice bottle of wine.”



“But…”



“Yes, you can have a glass of wine. I’m going to feed Tylinn and you’re going to relax. You can always ‘pump and dump’ if you’re worried about the wine effecting Tylinn. Now come on.”



The women headed for the kitchen to gather ‘provisions’ then headed to the TV room. Chloe parked herself on the overstuffed chaise lounge on the far side of the room with her portable DVD player and headphones. Blythe had brought several of her favorite movies so she wouldn’t be bored with the grown-up movies.



After feeding Tylinn, Blythe brought her onto the oversized sofa with them. It didn’t take long for Hermione to start to relax; she and Blythe talked while watching their movies. While in an hour or so, Hermione had fallen asleep with her head resting against Blythe’s leg; while Tylinn fell asleep on her aunt’s chest. She looked over at Chloe, she was also sound asleep on the chaise lounge. Blythe eased her eyes closed, relaxing, knowing that her presence was helping Hermione feel better.



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“Blythe…Blythe, wake up.”



“Hmmm…” Slowly, she began to wake. As she opened her eyes she felt someone finger against her lips.



“Huh…What…”



“Shhh!!”



She squinted and blinked, trying to focus her eyes.



“Draco? I thought you were in New York.”

He smiled and looked at her suspiciously.



“Like you don’t know.”



Blythe smiled knowingly.



“So my plan worked.”



“Yes, it did. Thank you.”



“That’s what family is for.” She sat up slowly, her voice still hushed as to not disturb Hermione and Tylinn. “I’m going to Chloe and this little one upstairs. We’re gonna stay for the night so you and Hermione can have some alone time. I’ll take care of her feedings, ok?”



“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose?”



“You’re not imposing, I’m offering.” She walked over to the sleeping Chloe. “Here, Daddy, your little girl has missed you. I’m going to get Chloe.”



Draco smiled as he cradled Tylinn in his arms. He had missed his little girl so much. Blythe scooped up Chloe and proceeded to the nursery. He sat in the rocker with Tylinn for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth that is his daughter. Blythe placed Chloe on the queen sized bed that was on the far side of the room. Hermione had insisted that it be in there, just in case Tylinn got sick and she needed to sleep in there with her. Draco didn’t understand why she wouldn’t just bring her in bed with them but he wasn’t about to argue over something so trivial. As it was, the bed had only been used once or two for feedings. He finally placed Tylinn in her crib, his heart filled with love for his child.



“Now go, she will be fine. Your wife has been miserable without you.” Draco smiled.



“That makes two of us. Thanks Blythe. We owe you one.” He kissed his ‘sister’ on the cheek and headed back downstairs. When Draco entered the TV room, he could see Hermione curled up around what looked like his pillow. As he got closer, he could see that she was wearing one of his work shirts and leggings. He climbed onto the huge overstuffed sofa behind her and pressed his lips close to her ear.



“I love you, Baby Girl.” He whispered. Hermione whimpered and sniffled.



“Draco…” He could hear the longing in her voice. She thought she was dreaming. He snaked his hand under her shirt and began to caress the side of her breast. Hermione sighed and turned toward him, exposing the curve of her neck; she didn’t wake up. Draco smiled, she looked so sexy in his shirt, messy ponytail atop of her head, her mouth slightly open. He began to fondle her nipple ever so gently and place baby kisses just below her ear. Her sigh turned into a moan as he watched her press her thighs together. Draco let his hand travel downward, settling over her warm mound, his fingers gently tracing her softness. Hermione began to rock her hips in time with his ministrations. She snuggled closer to him as she spread her legs. Draco couldn’t help but smile.



‘I love how she responses to my touch.’



“My beautiful Hera…”



Hermione gasped softly. Very slowly, she opened her eyes; she frowned, thinking she was still dreaming.



“Draco?”



“Yes, Love.”



“Am I dreaming?”



“No, sweetheart, you’re not dreaming.” He kissed her ever so gently, making her sigh. “ My sweet girl,” was all he said before capturing her mouth in a lingering kiss. Hermione moaned as Draco continued to tease her warmth. She whimpered as her body began to tremble ever so slightly.



“Draco…please…”



He smiled and looked into her eyes as he unbuttoned her shirt. He ran his hand over her breasts. Her breath caught as he slid her pants down.



“Did you miss me, Love?”



“Yes…”



“Did you miss this?” He kissed her neck as he caressed her breasts.



“Oh yes…”



“How about this?” Draco began to kiss her breasts, down her stomach then settled between her legs. His kisses were warm and sensual on her inner legs. Hermione whimpered as he kissed closer to her moist folds. Draco looked up at her, a devilish glint in his eye, as he tasted her sweetness. Hermione cried out and arched toward him. Slowly, methodically, his tongue became reacquainted with his wife’s sacred center. Draco could feel her body tense as his tongue caressed her sodden pussy.



He moved up her body and kissed her, softly. “I need you.” His voice was quiet, the look in his eyes took her breath away. Within seconds, his clothes were on the floor. They both moaned when they felt the warmth of skin against skin. Draco looked deep into Hermione’s eyes as he entered her. She tried to blink them away but her tears were determined to fall. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. His heart was pounding in his ears.



“You are my home.” He whispered. His kisses were gentle and reverent. His hands explored her body as he thrust into her slowly, deeply. Hermione could feel her orgasm building slowly. She wanted to savor every moment of it. Draco buried his face in the crook of her neck; his thrusts becoming harder, faster.



“Yes…Yes…Harder…Oh Draco…Yes.”



Hermione’s body began to tremble as she milked his cock so perfectly. Draco growled as he tried to hold back as long as he could. She felt so perfect, so tight. His muscles tensed as he sunk him teeth into sensitive spot on her neck. Hermione cried out as her orgasm consumed her, Draco’s climax quickly followed. Draco moved off of Hermione, not sure if his arms could support him any longer. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her tenderly as he stroked her back. They held each other as their breathing finally slowed.



“I didn’t know I was going to miss you so much, Hera Love.” He kissed her tenderly and tightened his hold on her.



“I know. This place isn’t home when you’re not here.” Draco lifted his head and looked at her.



“Home? It feels like home for you?” She nodded.



“…when you’re here…when it’s the three of us…”



Draco’s heart nearly skipped a beat; he had always wanted Hermione to feel at home when they were at the Manor. He never expected that she would ever consider it their home, even if they were only here sporadically.



“Maybe it will feel more like home when we bring more of our stuff here.” Draco looked at her, a confused look on his face.



“Hera, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” She smiled and touched his cheek.



“This is our home, yours, mine and Tylinn’s. I want her to play by the lake with us. I want you to teach her how to fly a broom in the yard. I want all of her Christmas’ and birthdays to be here.” Draco looked at her in disbelief.



“Can we, Draco? Can we live here full time?”



“Hermione…are you sure? You don’t have to do this just to make me happy. I know you’ve had…some not so good memories here.”



“Draco, with you, all of my memories here have been wonderful. I want to make more memories like that.”



He looked at her, still skeptical. She nodded, trying to reassure him.



“What made you change your mind?” Hermione smiles.



“We can talk about that later.” She stifled yawned. “I just want to enjoy having you home for now.” Draco nodded and pulled the blanket over the two of them.



“I love you, Baby Girl.” He pulled her close to him, kissing her on the head. In a few moments, Draco could hear Hermione’s breathing change, she was asleep. Very slowly, he exhaled.



‘We coming home. My family is coming home.’



For the first time in days, Draco slipped into a deep sleep.



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Hermione woke slowly and stretched, leisurely. A smile crossed her face as her hand grazed the warm body next to her.



‘He’s home.’ She felt her heart skip a beat. ‘Gods, I love waking up next to him.’



She turned toward Draco; admiring her sleeping husband.



‘How did I get so lucky? This gorgeous, wonderful man actually loves me. I must have done something right in my life to be granted a gift as precious as him.’ Hermione’s hand caressed Draco’s cheek; he turned toward the warmth of her hand but didn’t wake.



‘He looks like a little boy when he sleeps, so angelic.’ She leaned forward, placing her soft lips to his. Draco moaned softly; he reached for her, burying his hands in her hair as he deepened their kiss. Hermione sighed as she moved closer to him; her body was pressed against his. Draco’s hands began to caress her soothe back. He pulled her on top of him, savoring the warmth of having her close. His hands traveled down her sides, he rubbed her hips and smiled against her mouth. Hermione giggled softly as she slid her legs up and straddled his hips. Draco moaned and deepened their kiss as Hermione rubbed moist pussy against his now rock hard cock. His kisses moved her chin to her neck, making her gasp when he began to suck at her very sensitive pulse point. Draco chuckled slyly and tilted his hips, allowing his cock to ease inside of her.

“Oh Yes…” She moaned as she began to ride him slowly, she sat up, looked into his eyes and smiled. Draco caressed her breasts; her head fell back, her eyes were closed.



“So beautiful…” He whispered as his hands wandered over her body. Draco began to rub her clit in gentle circles. Hermione moaned louder as she began to ride him faster.



“Draco…oh yes…”



Her body was trembling; she could feel her peak approaching quickly. Her breathing became shallow as she braces herself, her hands on either side of Draco’s head.



“That’s it, Love. Come for me…” Hermione let out a deep throaty moan as her pussy massaged Draco’s cock.



As her orgasm consumed her, Hermione could feel Draco thrusting into her harder, deeper. Before she could come down from her orgasmic bliss, her husband rolled over, pinning her beneath him. She could feel Draco muscles beginning to tense as his breathing became more labored. Hermione closed her eyes; she could feel another orgasm building. The sound of her husband’s primal grunts and growls was fueling her bliss. Draco felt his control crumbling. He looked at Hermione, her face contorted in ecstasy. Raw passion was coursing through him; lust was in his eyes. With a roar and a hard thrust, Draco spilled his seed into his wife.



Hermione pulled him closer; Draco buried his face in the crook of her neck; she could feel his hot breath against her skin. Hermione heard him whimper as she ran her fingers up and down his sides, making his muscles vibrate with sexual energy. Draco was trembling. They kissed and held each other, slowly coming down from their blissful peak.



Draco peppered Hermione’s face with kisses. They didn’t speak, nothing needed to be said. Their feelings were communicated through touch. They drifted back to sleep for an hour or so until they heard a soft knock on the door.



“Guys? Mia? Draco? Are you awake?” Draco yawned and turned his head toward the door.



“Yeah, Blythe, we’re up.”



Blythe entered the semi dark TV room; they could hear Tylinn fussing.



“She settled for me last night, but this morning, somehow, she knew her Daddy was home. She wasn’t at all interested in me this morning.” Draco smiled as he took the infant from Blythe’s arms. He pulled Tylinn close to him, kissing her on the head.



“Daddy’s home, Gracie Girl. Daddy missed you so much.”



Blythe smiled as she watched Draco with his daughter, his wife lying next to him. They looked so happy, so perfect together. She moved toward the door, wanting to give them a private moment.



“Blythe, where are you going?” Hermione asked. She smiled at her ‘brother and sister’.



“I’m going to wake up Chloe so we can head home.” Draco frowned.



“You don’t have to rush off. Blaise isn’t going to be home until later this afternoon. Stay… we can have brunch.” Before she could speak, Hermione interrupted.



“You’re not imposing, Blythe. Please stay.”



“Ok, ok. We’ll stay.” She stifled a yawn. “I’m gonna lay back down with Chloe for a little while. It’s only about 5am. My little one won’t be up for a couple of hours. I’ll see you guys later.”



Draco and Hermione turned their attention back to Tylinn, who hadn’t taken her eyes off of Draco since she came into room.



“She missed you. Look, she’s watching you.” He smiled and placed a soft kiss on his daughter’s forehead.



“I can’t believe how much I missed her…both of you.” Draco rested his forehead against Hermione’s as the watched their daughter. Once she finished nursing, she fell asleep nestled between her parents. Hermione drifted off first, her breathing was calm. She was holding Draco’s hand as she slept. For quite some time, Draco simply watched his wife and daughter sleep.

‘It’s good to be home.’ He smiled to himself then finally fell back to sleep.