Just Around the Riverbend

margaritama
dracoschick007
Voracious Reader
lilashannah
Serin Blackmoon
The Sexy Muggle librarian - Oh. Well, I know the feeling all too well. >_< Glad you're here.
hairsprayX12
angeles
HarryGinny4Eva
Remarkable
LaBibliographe - I admit it freely. I was inspired to put that into my ficcie. -_-
Dawn
Alina

Okay, guys. RL got in the way again. Sorries. Well, if it makes you feel any better the next chapter is set up to be one big smut fest. X_X

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He was dreaming. It was a nice dream filled with success and order. He was Minister of Magic, and the Magical world was in the best shape it had been in for centuries. The leaders of the other magical worlds came to him for advice. The Magical President of the United States was a visitor he saw particularly often-

He was knocked quite suddenly out of his dream by a sharp pressure on his stomach. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw a set of nearly glowing whiskey-colored eyes set in a face surrounded by a halo of golden curls.

“Morning, daddy!” the little girl squealed.

Lucius blinked blearily, and regarded his daughter. He looked over at the clock in the corner of the room. It was seven-thirty.

“What are you doing up, Serena?” he asked sleepily. Serena tilted her head.

“Guess what today is!” she said, and proceeded to bounce up and down on her father’s stomach. Lucius gave a soft ‘oomf.’

“Mmm…it’s the 2nd of May.” Lucius said coyly, and had to hide a smile at the frustrated look on his daughter’s face.

“Yea….but what else?” she asked, and bounced again.

“Hmm….it’s a Tuesday…”

Serena looked at her father for a few moments, before tears welled up in her eyes. “You forgot.” She whimpered. Lucius frowned, and put a hand on the side of Serena’s face.

“Never, dove. I was only teasing you. How could I forget my little Princess’ birthday?” he asked. She gave a small smile, and quickly wiped her tears.

“I’m five now so I’m more like a queen…” Serena said, nodding at the seriousness of the situation. Lucius grinned at her, and promptly rolled sideways so that she plopped softly onto the bed. Then he began to tickle her. Serena shrieked with laughter, and flailed helplessly under her father’s tickling fingers. When Serena was breathless and hiccupping, Lucius stopped tickling her and simply ran his fingers over her forehead, and cupped her cheek. She leaned trustingly into his palm, a smile on her face.

“I love you daddy.” She breathed.

“I love you too, Princess.” He said softly.

“Where’s mummy?” Serena asked, snuggling gently into her father’s chest. She had noticed the other side of the bed was empty.

“She slept in Cassie’s room last night because Cassie didn’t feel well.” Lucius replied.

Cassiopeia Jane Malfoy was born two years and six months after her sister. Hermione and Lucius had actually planned this child, though Lucius had been pleasantly surprised to find himself with another daughter. But he didn’t complain. And neither did Draco, for that matter…

Little Cassie got sick easily. She wasn’t frail, but for some mystery of childhood she picked up colds easily. And they tended to hit her hard. As of last night, she hadn’t been able to keep any food or liquid down, and she’d had an uncomfortable fever.

Lucius was vaguely reminded of Draco’s weak childhood.

~~

They were all pleasantly surprised when Hermione came down holding Cassie in her arms, the toddler’s head nestled under her mother’s chin. She was holding her favorite stuffed silver wolf (a present from Uncle Phelan) and her face had lost some of its flushed color.

She was a pretty, delicate child in features. She had the Malfoy blonde hair, already forming ringlets thanks to her mother, and she had her father’s glacial blue eyes. She had her mother’s insatiable curiosity, her father’s stubbornness, and an alarming mix of courage and cunning. This was something Cassie had in common with Serena.

They were Gryffindors in heart, and Slytherins in mind: a dangerous and powerful combination. They had the guts to get into all sorts of trouble, and the guile to get out of it. Most of the time…

Hermione settled Cassie into her chair on the other side of Serena, and then sat down in her own chair beside Lucius.

“Where’s Draco?” Hermione asked Lucius. As if on cue, Draco stumbled into the room, pulling a giggling-

“Ginevra Weasley!” Hermione gasped. Ginny was scantily dressed, as though she’d been to a bar. Her clothes were askew and her hair was disheveled. Ginny looked at Hermione with lidded eyes, and gave the biggest ‘cat-that-ate-the-canary’ grin that Hermione ever saw.

“’Lo, Mione.” Ginny said. Lucius merely leveled them with a neutral stare.

“And why are you late for breakfast, Draco?” he asked. Draco gave a matching grin.

“We were up all night-”

“Draco!” Hermione warned, and looked at his two young sisters, who were watching in fascination.

“Coloring.” Draco finished, though the look on his face when he looked at Ginny made Hermione raise both eyebrows in surprise.

“Can I stay up all night coloring, daddy?” Serena asked curiously. Lucius seemed surprised, and then scowled fiercely.

“Not until you’re fifty.” He growled. Hermione snickered.

“I never get to do nothing fun.” Serena grumbled, pushing a piece of egg around on her plate.

“I seem to recall that someone is turning five today.” Draco suddenly said. Serena looked up, an excited expression on her face. Draco faked a look of confusion, and rubbed his chin, where he had the beginnings of a goatee growing. “But who could it be?” he asked. He looked at Cassiopeia. “Is it you, Cass?” he asked. Cassie shook her head silently. “What about you, Mione….no….you’re much older than five…” he teased.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. “You. Fork. Eyeball. Keep going.” She warned.

“Well…by the process of elimination it must you, Ginevra.” Draco said. Ginny raised a fiery eyebrow.

“If I’m five today I think we need to call the Aurors, because a few things that happened last night were clearly illegal.” She said.

Serena huffed, and crossed her arms over her chest.

“It’s my birthday! I’m five!” she growled. Draco looked over in mock surprise.

“Really? Oh…well…I suppose there’s a party in the works somewhere?” Draco asked, looking at his father. Lucius raised an eyebrow, and then sniffed haughtily.

“She’s a Malfoy, Draco. Of course there’s a party. Please.”

~~

Daisy and Phelan walked through the forest, confident yet aware of their surroundings. Phelan glanced over at Daisy when he thought she wasn’t looking.

The last five years had been very good to Daisy. Though she had only grown a few more inches, she had filled into a young woman’s body. He had been quite pleased at the curvy thing she had become. Her childish ‘layers of protection’ (Merlin forbid anyone call it baby fat…he was still nursing a bruise from that) had turned into a petite hourglass shape. Her hair she kept long, and more often than not could be found in a single braid, with various decorations on the end.

She had graduated Hogwarts in the top 10% of her class. He had been so proud of her. It was an honor to go to her Leaving Feast with her.

As they walked together, he was unaware of Daisy surreptitiously gazing at her husband.

They’d been married the day after she left Hogwarts, in a small, intimate ceremony of friends and family only. No press, no hullaballoo. Just two people finally sealing their love within the legal bounds of matrimony.

The summer before Daisy would have started her fifth year, with Phelan beginning his ‘seventh,’ Phelan was approached by Kingsley Shacklebolt with a matter of utmost honor. Phelan was invited to be the first werewolf on the Auror corps. Phelan had literally fallen to his knees and wept when he realized what this meant. It meant the government was starting to see the werewolves- his people- as citizens.

Phelan had begun his training that year, and between studying and training he had been too tired to get into any adventures. That was not to say he didn’t make time for his wife. Even if he hadn’t the strength to do more than lift her leg and make love to her from behind, he did so nightly and faithfully. On the nights he had been particularly tired their lovemaking had been sweet and poignant. On the nights he had more energy, their nightly routine was more fiery and animalistic in its intensity. On these nights he never let her guess when he would take her. Sometimes he tossed her over the sofa and fucked her from behind as soon as he stepped through the floo. Sometimes he waited until right before they went to bed before he cocked her legs into the air and took her. Sometimes, and Daisy admitted to herself that these were her favorites, he would ‘attack’ her in the most random of times, such as right in the middle of dinner. He’d once fucked her as she stirred the sauce for their spaghetti.

She shivered at the thought, and heard Phelan give a low growl.

He’d graduated as a level one Auror in two years, the shortest time ever completed by an Auror cadet. He was already a level two Auror now, and was privy to some of the more exciting missions and less paperwork.

“You’re trying to make me forget our mission, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice soft and low. He’d grown into a deep baritone voice that rumbled when he spoke seductively.

“’Course not. I’m just thinking about what we can do later. Maybe a good hard spanking would deter me from interrupting your thoughts, though?” Daisy suggested. She saw Phelan’s hand rest idly on his belt, and she gave a shiver. He’d yet to actually take his belt to her bottom, but he was quite talented- and merciless- with the hairbrush and his bare hands.

“Don’t make me fuck you against a tree…I don’t want to have to explain bark burn to Lucius.” Phelan growled. Daisy grinned.

Phelan was a formidable figure. He was of average height, but he was built as solid as a tree trunk. He was well-muscled and defined, the perfect picture of masculinity in Daisy’s opinion. He was powerful and dominant, yet he was still compassionate and even quite doting when the mood hit him.

“Who said we have to explain anything to him? I’m wearing rather protective clothing…” Daisy teased. Phelan growled low in his chest, and Daisy decided not to poke the sleeping beast any more. She’d had sore reminders of what happened when the Wolf took over their sessions. Not that they weren’t pleasant….just extremely intense.

They neared the place they sought, and stepped into a clearing in the woods. Daisy was immediately lifted from her feet by twin blurs of brown.

“Our Daisy human has come to see us-”

“-What an honor it is to see you again-”

“-Have you been well?”

Daisy was squeezed between two twin centaurs, who were giving her identical looks of familiarity. She grunted and the two separated, letting her drop to her feet unceremoniously.

“You guys are fluff-brains.” She groaned, stretching a bit to relieve the discomfort of being squeezed between two strong male chests.

“What brings you to the forest, Daisy human?”

Daisy looked over to see the brilliant white coat of Arbino. He was being trailed by his youngest son, Xander, who had been born to him by Garita, but at the price of her own life. She had died from complications of the birth hours after her son had taken his first breath in this world.

Daisy bowed to the white pack leader.

“I came to invite Xander to a birthday party for my sister Serena.” Daisy said, pulling an embossed silver card from her side satchel. Xander tilted his head curiously. Though by human standards he was only three years old, his body looked about six or seven. His coat was a pale gold color, and his eyes were warm brown.

“Humans celebrate the day of their birth every year, father.” Xander said softly. “I’ve always wanted to see one. May I go?”

Arbino regarded his young son carefully. While it was true that he trusted Daisy, he was wary of the other humans she kept company with. He didn’t know them, and he surely didn’t trust them with the only link he had of his love of Garita, the female who had won his heart. But he could not find a good reason to deny such a rich learning experience.

“You may.”

Those two words lit up Xander’s face like one of those Christmas trees Daisy had shown them once.

“Is it not customary to give gifts?” Arbino asked Daisy.

“It is, but it is not mandatory.” Daisy replied.

“We would not want our hosts to think us uncivilized animals. Wait here.” He said, and cantered to his lean-to.

“What happens at a birthday party, Daisy?” Xander asked.

“There’s food, and games, and lots of people. At least at any birthday party thrown by the Malfoys. They like a lot of noise.” She said, nodding her head somberly. “And cake. There’s cake, too.”

“I look forward to seeing this cake.”

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The walk back up to the manor had been a quiet one. Xander was holding a gift that Daisy and Phelan had conjured a small box for, and he seemed ready to protect it with his life. In truth it was merely a side bag that many centaurs wore, but on a human it could be carried like a purse. This one was made of soft deer skin, and decorated with painted wooden beads. It was rustic and beautiful at the same time, and reminded Daisy of her tribe in the States.

The party, while colorful and loud, was a bit boring for anyone over the age of about eight. Phelan had perched himself on a lawn chair, watching as the children played an impromptu game of tag. Serena was light and fast, matched only by Xander and his four legs. Cole, though older, had no hope of catching the little Malfoy. Teddy was a bit more Slytherin in his attempt to catch her, and kept trying to head her off at different times.

She had invited a little girl from her grammar school, Elizabeth something-or-other, and that little girl had staunchly refused to play with a centaur until Serena and the others had left her on the side lines to play with their new centaur friend. Elizabeth had joined in reluctantly, and was now laughing the loudest of all.

Daisy was sitting between his feet on the grass, her legs stretched out before her and her feet bare. She had her fingers laced into the soft blades of grass, and Phelan could almost feel the energy that flowed between them. Daisy was a powerful green mage. She worked part-time for a flower nursery owned by Neville Longbottom, and was paid well for her green talents. For all of his knowledge and love of plants, Mr. Longbottom just didn’t have the same green thumb Daisy did.

Daisy scooted back slightly, and laid her head against his thigh, reaching up to rub his knee through his denim jeans. Even through the stiff fabric her gentle ministrations sent jolts straight to his crotch. For some reason, his knees were an erotic point…and she knew it.

“You are playing fire, witch.” He rumbled lowly.

“Maybe I want to get burned, wolf-man.” She said, not looking up and not stopping her placid massage.

“I’ll burn your arse with a hairbrush…” he warned. She heard the low, animalistic growl.

“Are you trying to encourage me or discourage me?” she asked innocently.

“You. Home. Hairbrush. Till you bloody well behave…” he snarled. Daisy shivered deliciously, and lowered her hand from his knee; though she let her head continue to rest on his thigh.

Sirius and Harry chose that moment to arrive, with Harry leading a very pregnant Bella down through the yard. A black and green blur shot out from behind them, running immediately towards the other playing children.

“James Sirius Potter!” Harry said loudly.

James Potter, a wiry boy of three and a half, stopped for only a moment, and looked at his father with big sapphire eyes. He had inherited the Potter face, narrow and strong, the Potter hair (unfortunately for him) but he had gotten his mother’s deep blue eyes. He was doing his best to hold still.

“Play nicely.” Harry said, grinning suddenly. James let out a whoop, and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him towards the kids.

Fawkes had come with Sirius, and was at present riding on the wizard’s head. With a mild sticking charm, Fawkes could rest atop Sirius’ head and use the wizard’s height as a vantage to scope out evil….or pretty birds. He’d seen a glimpse of Daisy’s owl Agtni, and he wanted a chance to court that chick himself. Squaw indeed!

~~

The main party was over far too soon, but for a couple of the children, it continued on through the night. Serena’s friend Elizabeth stayed for the sleepover, as did James and, surprisingly enough, Xander. They’d sent an owl to his father to receive permission, and the reply had come back in an affirmative. This had only been allowed since the kids were sleeping outside in a magical tent, and would be guarded all night by Fawkes and Sirius in his animagus form.

Xander nibbled at a plate of vegetables while Phelan told a ghost story, his face illuminated by the muggle flash light he’d brought.

“And when they opened the door to see who it was, they saw the great monster standing at the doorway. It was seven foot tall, with three great orange eyes, yellow teeth, and blue fur. And they tried to run away, but it was too fast for them, and it gobbled them up! And they were never heard from again. And to this day, if you go by the house they stayed at, you can catch a glimpse of the monster through the door. But take heed, little ones, for if you ever approach the front door, and knock three times, the monster will open the door, and eat you like a savory snack.” Phelan finished, his voice soft. The children were leaning forward, rapt in their attention. Even Xander had a carrot paused at his mouth, staring at the werewolf.

He gave a sudden shout, and jumped at the children, causing them all to scream and jump. Had Xander not been calmly invited to leave his weapons belt outside with Sirius, Phelan would have been dodging a dagger.

“Uncle Phelan!” Serena yelped, and threw a pillow at him. He tossed it back at her, chuckling.

“All right kids. Now that I’ve sufficiently scared the fur off you guys, I’m going home to sleep.” He said, giving a feral grin. The children grumbled, and James whimpered softly before burying his face into Xander’s foreleg.

He left the tent, saluting the dog and the phoenix that were playing a strange game of tag, before he Apparated to his and Daisy’s small house, a few miles down the road. Daisy was already there, and if he was correct, she was stewing in her own juices (quite literally) over what he had promised her at the party, and had every intention of fulfilling.

He landed in the kitchen, and pulled off his outer robe before seeking his wife. She was in their room, reading a book in her chair by the window. He could see her legs rubbing together restlessly. Ah….anticipation.

“Daisy.” He said. She jumped, and felt her heart jump to her throat.

“’Lo, love.” She replied softly.

“Let’s eat supper.” He said, nodding with his head. She stood shakily, her stomach twisting in knots.

Their supper was a late one due to the party, but it had been an enjoyable day. And Phelan was determined to make it an enjoyable night, too. As they sat down for a small supper of leftover stew, Phelan let Daisy relax a bit in the silence before speaking up.

“As soon as we’re done eating I’ll blister your arse.” He said calmly. She nearly sucked a potato down her throat, and spent the next minute coughing incoherently.

“What?” she finally croaked.

“I do believe I promised you the hairbrush.” Phelan said, right before a bite of stew. Daisy looked in her bowl, mortified to see she only had a few bites left. Though the afterglow was always glorious, the hairbrush was not for the faint of heart…the initial sting, if applied by one as skilled and merciless as Phelan, could become overwhelming if one wasn’t careful.

“Oh…yes…well…” she stuttered. He grinned at her, and continued evenly on his meal. She merely pushed her spoon around in her bowl for a few minutes.

He finally set down his spoon, and wiped his mouth on a napkin, and pushed back from the table.

“Alright…upstairs we go.”

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*Shiver* Oh my....so dominant. And next....it finally happens! Though I've written now that they've had sex, I will give them a scene all their own. *Squee*