Learning to Trust
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
11,114
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Harry Potter is not my property and I do not gain anything by writing this story other than an emotional high.
Epilogue
Epilogue
“Mom! Tell Helena the story! Tell her the one about the room and when we bring our true soul mate into it, it’ll change to suit the person it’s being given to, because the house is telling you that you are now a Malfoy and that’s where you belong!”
Hermione smiled as her daughter Regina. “Luv, I think you just did.”
The five-year-old let out an impatient growl that reminded Hermione so much of her daughter’s godfather it had her holding back laughter.
“Daddy!” Regina exclaimed. “Tell Helena…”
“Dearest, your sister is still in your mummy,” Lucius told her, picking her up. “I think she heard her the first hundred times you had her tell the story. Now be a dear and let your mummy rest…”
Thank goodness Draco and Harry arrived just in that moment. Harry scooped up Regina, before kissing Hermione on the head. Five minutes later all three were out the door.
Hermione let out a low groan as another contraction hit. “Shit, thank fucking Merlin they showed up! I couldn’t properly cuss with her in the room. Mother fucker this hurts!”
“And there’s the trash talking imp I know and love,” he teased her, as she was normally the guardian of proper language. There was just something about childbirth that had her language turning the most colorful he had ever heard from any individual. “Perhaps I should get a sailor into the room? I would like to see if that old adage is true…”
An hour later Helena Malfoy was brought into the world. Hermione held the baby as Lucius held her. His wife was practically asleep as she breastfed his newest heir. Kissing her sweaty head, he thought over the past five years. He even thought about the room that had changed for her on their wedding night. Even after the story was told to her, she had thought it a bit of Malfoy mythology. She figured he had been the one to do the work to the room. Or at the very least asked the house elves to do it. But that wasn’t the case.
“As a Malfoy, we must more times than not marry for familial obligations,” he had told her. “Family interests will always take precedence over the romantic welfare of the individual. It’s sad, but true. Generations ago there was a Malfoy, a very romantic soul if there ever was one, who wanted to know if the person he was marrying was indeed their soul mate, if only by a fluke. So they spelled this room. They had it weaved into the very fiber of the room so that it would never go away and would work for whichever Malfoy head of the family was getting married.”
“But why?” she asked, still in awe of the room and how perfect it was for her.
“Because finding ones soul mate is a blessing.”
Doubly so if you were a Malfoy, something his great-great-great grand father knew for a fact. Lucius had thought it was poppycock. It hadn’t changed for his first wife and he had to do it himself by magic. When he had gone to his mother to ask, she told him the young woman wasn’t his soul mate. They would make a good partnership, but little else. When he had asked if the room had changed for her, she smiled a quiet grin and said it hadn’t, but she had been there when his grandfather had remarried.
“The room erupted into the gaudiest florid colors you could think of,” she had told him. “But it had made her happy, so it made him so.”
When Hermione turned to look at him, he smiled. “Welcome home, Mrs. Malfoy.”
FIN!
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“Mom! Tell Helena the story! Tell her the one about the room and when we bring our true soul mate into it, it’ll change to suit the person it’s being given to, because the house is telling you that you are now a Malfoy and that’s where you belong!”
Hermione smiled as her daughter Regina. “Luv, I think you just did.”
The five-year-old let out an impatient growl that reminded Hermione so much of her daughter’s godfather it had her holding back laughter.
“Daddy!” Regina exclaimed. “Tell Helena…”
“Dearest, your sister is still in your mummy,” Lucius told her, picking her up. “I think she heard her the first hundred times you had her tell the story. Now be a dear and let your mummy rest…”
Thank goodness Draco and Harry arrived just in that moment. Harry scooped up Regina, before kissing Hermione on the head. Five minutes later all three were out the door.
Hermione let out a low groan as another contraction hit. “Shit, thank fucking Merlin they showed up! I couldn’t properly cuss with her in the room. Mother fucker this hurts!”
“And there’s the trash talking imp I know and love,” he teased her, as she was normally the guardian of proper language. There was just something about childbirth that had her language turning the most colorful he had ever heard from any individual. “Perhaps I should get a sailor into the room? I would like to see if that old adage is true…”
An hour later Helena Malfoy was brought into the world. Hermione held the baby as Lucius held her. His wife was practically asleep as she breastfed his newest heir. Kissing her sweaty head, he thought over the past five years. He even thought about the room that had changed for her on their wedding night. Even after the story was told to her, she had thought it a bit of Malfoy mythology. She figured he had been the one to do the work to the room. Or at the very least asked the house elves to do it. But that wasn’t the case.
“As a Malfoy, we must more times than not marry for familial obligations,” he had told her. “Family interests will always take precedence over the romantic welfare of the individual. It’s sad, but true. Generations ago there was a Malfoy, a very romantic soul if there ever was one, who wanted to know if the person he was marrying was indeed their soul mate, if only by a fluke. So they spelled this room. They had it weaved into the very fiber of the room so that it would never go away and would work for whichever Malfoy head of the family was getting married.”
“But why?” she asked, still in awe of the room and how perfect it was for her.
“Because finding ones soul mate is a blessing.”
Doubly so if you were a Malfoy, something his great-great-great grand father knew for a fact. Lucius had thought it was poppycock. It hadn’t changed for his first wife and he had to do it himself by magic. When he had gone to his mother to ask, she told him the young woman wasn’t his soul mate. They would make a good partnership, but little else. When he had asked if the room had changed for her, she smiled a quiet grin and said it hadn’t, but she had been there when his grandfather had remarried.
“The room erupted into the gaudiest florid colors you could think of,” she had told him. “But it had made her happy, so it made him so.”
When Hermione turned to look at him, he smiled. “Welcome home, Mrs. Malfoy.”
FIN!
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Thank you everyone that took the time to read and review! And for those of you out there that haven\'t, please do so now. Being able to read your reviews means a lot to the writers, of which this now includes me! Thank you again and please read and review!