theosmommy1966

[theosmommy1966]

Unfair Love

Your fingers were cramping from how hard you were holding the door. Your eyes mad to be deceiving you, Regulus fucking Black cant be standing in front of you. The guy you loved from the simply age of 5 all the way until the end of school. He had been your best friend, the guy you pined over for years and years while he pushed you aside every time he got a girlfriend. Only to suck you right back in when he got bored. 

“No..” You said moving to close the door to your brother's manor. Tom, Mattheo and You were triplets. Magical beings already formed crazy connections but the three of you could literally feel each other and each other's major feelings. So the shock and pain of seeing Regulus had pulled them from the upstairs living room to the top of the stairs. Leaning against opposite walls, Tom positions so he could see down the stairs easily keeping an eye on you while being positioned in a way to be easily overlooked. 

When Regulus pushed his way in, it took everything in both of them to stay put but your voice stopped them. “Tom is home. If that's not bad enough, so is Mattheo. Do not come any further into my home Regulus.” Regulus paused just inside the door, while he had been friends with both boys in school. He also knew they were fiercely protective of their ‘baby’ sister. They would kill each other if the other hurt her, so they would easily Avada him if he pushed to hard. 

“Y/n.. Dont marry him.” He said in a nonchalant tone. Acting like he wasnt rocking her world and trying to crumble her relationship to pieces. “ Regulus.. Your being a dick.” You said unconsciously stepping towards the stairs and pulling your hands up to your chest. He stepped towards you and smiled in a cocky way that made you want to slap him “Come on y/n/n, you know you its always been me.. Dont marry him.” 

Those words sparked anger in your gut. 

Stepping towards him this time you sneer. “I was second to every single girl that even looked your way in school! You literally asked me to the yule ball and then FORGOT and went with some girl from Ravenclaw! I cant.. I wont.. I.. I..” It felt like a let down to your last name when that spark died and never turned into a fire as you started to almost hyperventilate. Every time he broke your heart played through your head as his eyes flicked above your head. 

You didnt need to turn around to know your brothers were coming down. Mattheo was past you quickly, having moved before your breathing even got uneven. Tom wasnt as familiar with panic and anxiety attacks as you and he were. He didnt stop to comfort you as he grabbed his old friend harshly and jerked him out the door. He didnt slam it on his way out knowing that would just startle you and make it worse. 

Tom had always for some reason been the one you went to for comfort. You thought it was probably just because he was the ‘oldest’. He was the one who retucked you into bed when you had bad dreams even though he was the same age. He had always just carried himself in a way that gave big brother vibes. Every where you went people thought you and Matt were twins and Tom was the older brother. 

He would always have a hard time dealing with others feelings but he always made the most effort for his siblings. When you collapsed onto the stairs and started sobbing he moved the rest of the way to you quickly. He tries to get you to calm your breathing but its like you cant hear him. He does the only thing he knows too, the same thing he use to do when you were children and he couldnt wake you from a nightmare. Pressing his forehead to yours he gently entered your mind. it was easy to find you in panic because when all the thoughts finally formed into a picture you were stood frozen while everything moved around you. 

Him saying your name broke your focus as you turned confused then relieved to see him. “Tommy” You said in a broken whisper as he reached for you, tucking your head against his shoulder and hugging you he looked around. “Lets walk through all this, yeah?” Nodding against his chest “I just feel so much right now.. Im so mad at Regulus. Ive tried my entire life to be what he wants, to be someone he sees but he never did. I was just someone to placate his ego in between relationships.” 

Tom watches as memories of you crying, of Regulus manipulating you and leaving flash around him and he squeezes tighter. “He hasnt spoken t-to me in years and then he just shows up here the night before Im supposed to get married?!” You sob and then suck in a harsh breath “Oh my god. Teddy.. Whats he going to think when he finds out I was crying over another man when im supposed to be relaxing and getting ready to marry him!” 

You pull away and pull out of your head and then away from Tom in the real world. Standing you start to pace and pull at your hair. Tom sighs and stands to try and stop you but the door flies open. Mattheo running in frantically looking for you, only to be shoved out of the way by your tall sandy blond fiancee. “Tesoro” He barley whispers as he rushes to pull you into his arms. Your knees giving out again but he keeps you up. His huge hand cups the back of your head and neck as he shushes you gently. 

Theo swears his heart is breaking as your shoulders rack with sobs. He turns to look at his other best friends, Tom is staring at the door, clearing pissed and trying to stay put. Mattheo is pulling at his own hair when he sees the questions in his friends eyes. Hes struggling because he wants to tell him so he can better comfort you, but he doesnt want to betray your trust. Thankfully he doesnt have to, you can feel his panic and pull away just enough too look up. “Regulus was here.” 

Theos head snaps back to you and he tries to reign in his feelings quickly knowing that they will all play out on his face. His first feeling was worry, he had worked so hard to show you how you should actually be treated. So many dates where he couldnt even hold your hand yet. Regulus had treated you so poorly from day one that his nontoxic love was foreign and unwelcome. 

You had grown up in vastly different environments. Birthing triplets had killed your mother. While your father wasn't horrible or abusive, he was unattentive. He would rather you have a nanny (who he sleeps with before replacing and repeating) then try and raise you alone. While Theo grew up with parents who not only loved him but each other. 

Next was anger at the audacity. Then was worry again but this time for you. Taking a deep breath and taking your cheek in one hand he wipes your tears away. “Ok, tell me why your so upset by that. We have to be on the same page to talk through this. Can we go sit down?” you shake your head and pull him up the stairs, away from your brothers to your room. You let go of his hand and keep walking straight for your bathroom. 

After a few mintues long arms wrapped around you, crossing over and gripping your upper arms. “Im here, Tesoro. Whenever your ready.” You didnt register any measure of time as you stood under the water with him holding you and pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. “I dont deserve you theo..” you say so quietly he almost doesnt hear. Before he can ask what you mean your already speaking. “Here I am, the night before marrying you, crying over some other guy.. God im so horrible.” 

Before your hands can cover your face, Theo has spun you around and is tilting your face forcing you to look at him. He looks just a little annoyed as he speaks, “Dont say that. Do you remember what Tesoro means?” You sniffle and nod but he raises his eyebrows waiting for you to say it. “It means treasure.” He nods and smiles just a little “So.. My Tesoro couldnt be horrible.. I get it darling.. He was your first love, theres a lot of trauma there. I know your not crying because you miss him, your crying for 17 year old you, for 15 year old you and so on. And thats ok, because thats how we heal.” 

Theos heart warmed as you stare up at him in awe. “I know its difficult for you, my love. That this open communication and understanding isnt something that comes naturally too you. So youll have to give me just a little grace while I continue to learn to navigate you. I promise one day Ill be an expert.” He leans in and kisses your forehead, staying there for just a moment to give you both a second to pull yourselves together. 

When he pulled back the smile he loves was back on your face. He sighs happily and kisses your nose before looking at you. Everything was right in his world again, all he needed to do now, was wait for you to go to sleep. Because Regulus.. Well Theo completely understood where YOU were coming from. But Black? Nah. While tending to lean towards his mothers Hufflepuff nature, sometimes he needs to remind people why he was sorted into Slytherin. Why he became friends with The Dark Lords children. Why he and your brothers trusted him to care for you. And tonight, it would be Regulus` turn to learn. 

[theosmommy1966]

Idrk where this came from.. it was just a thought and then three hours later.. here it is i guess. Snape in my head in this is Adam Driver. So yeah. Hope you like it!

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Your ears were ringing, not for the first time you were thankful to always have your own locker room. Being the only woman on a college hockey team came with a list of problems, so you were happy to have one less. The guys would just come pound on the door and be obnoxious as shit to let you know they were ready. Normally you would roll your eyes and laugh while joining them, today Pansy was pushing past Daph and Hermione to get to the door. 

Theodore being the tallest without skates on could easily see you quickly trying to braid your hair, only to start crying again as Hermione took over quickly. War was raging in him as he elbowed Mattheo who then felt the same way. They both wanted into the locker room. Both angry at whoever or whatever it is that has made you cry, but both also want to wipe your tears and comfort you. 

Pansy pulled the door shut and sighed, “Just.. I dont know.. I cant really tell you. But just take it easy on her, if shes struggling dont be dicks about it.. I dont know. This is kinda fucked.” Just as Draco went to ask what was wrong, the door flew open and you walked out gear ready besides your helmet needing clipped and you were chewing on your mouthpiece in anger. Your cheeks and eyes were red but you no longer looked sad. In the two minutes between the door opening and closing you had switched into anger. 

Anger the guys could work with. If you were mad, they could channel mad. Coach Sev could tell when your skates first hit the ice that it would be a rough game. It always amazed him how the mood of one player could set the mood for an entire team. True hockey fans could tell by the way someone skated where their mental state was. The way the team's blades sliced through the ice gave their fans goosebumps. Warm ups started as the other team hit the ice as well. Mattheo watched as your eyes followed their players, in one way he wasn't surprised. Your boyfriend was on the other team, went to a different college. What did surprise him was the way you watched for him. With a cold calculation in your eyes as you spun your stick in your hands, still chewing on your mouth guard. He needed to make sure you actually kept it in your mouth during the game. 

He was shocked, because this guy had been a rough patch in your friendship. Mattheo and Theodore hated the guy, the way he put you down but in a subtle way that you never seemed to catch. Saying how you were a good hockey player.. For a girl.. Theo was quieter in his annoyance, where Matt was not. Quiet was not a verb used to describe him.. Ever. It had caused dirty looks and small arguments, but he would never let anything come in between you. Even if it meant biting his cheek until it bled, or simply not being around when you were with him. 

As Captain he stood back watching everyone warm up, doing his own rounds while everyone stretches. Theo, his boyfriend and co captain glided up next to him looking towards you as well. They both silently watched as you and your boyfriend, Jacob, skated up to each other. They couldn't hear what was said but they could see his face. A smug smile, the kind you would give your girl right before you tell her how your teams gonna beat hers. It stayed for a few seconds, then it faltered, then it fell. “God I wish I knew what she said.” Mattheo said watching you skate backwards into line for warm ups. 

Your anger hadnt lessened at all when your eyes found Jake. Pansy had crashed in just as you were finishing up your laces, anger clear on her face before it fell into sadness. Without saying anything she shoved her phone into your hand. Your ears started ringing after the second video. The first one was Jake making out with some girl, the second was him telling his teammates how you were as shitty in bed as you were on the ice. That he was ready to be done because he wasn't getting any game changing secrets out of you anyways. 

There were a few more after that.. And pictures.. So many fucking pictures. Your heart broke so fast and so hard. The guys had been worried about this, how many times had Draco told you how stupid you were. Theo and Mattheo telling you that they just don't see why he would all of a sudden be interested in you just because of hockey. They swore you had a million better reasons to be interesting and he wasn't interested in any of them. Matt had told you that he talked shit about you, that he was constantly degrading. Blaise tried to be supportive, he wasn't rude to your face. But you knew he agreed. Enzo was the only one of your little group that told you he just wanted you to be happy. 

Just as quickly though you got mad. Mad didnt even cover it really, your skin was crawling. You thought people saying their blood was boiling was just an expression, but you could feel it. You wanted to claw at yourself to release some of this pressure. You were sweating and you knew if Hermione redid your braid one more time that you would snap at her and that wasn't fair. The chilly air hit your lungs and you drew in every bit you could. This was your happy place, where you had thrived since childhood. Sure your mom wishes you would have done figure skating, but your dad was thrilled. He never missed an opportunity to tell people about his daughter who plays hockey. 

For Jacob to insult your skills on the ice in any way was a joke. There was never a year from mites all the way to now in college where his stats were better than yours. He was just jealous, and now he would see the real hockey player in you. When his eyes connected with yours from his tunnel he smiled at you in a way that twenty minutes ago probably would have made you melt. Now all you see is condescension. It took everything for you to not just blurt it out. You let him flirt for a minute, tell you how he would make you feel better when you lost.

 Gag. 

You could feel the guys eyes on you, you knew it was time to get back. So you leaned in with a smile on your face like you were going in for a quick kiss. Just before his lips could touch yours you pulled back just a little. “Something crazy to think about.. Babe… By the end of this game.. the whole team will know you cheated on me… not only my team.. which is bad enough.” You chuckled as you pulled back enough to see his pale cheeks. “But imagine, Harry.. Ron.. Fred.. George.. Oliver.. They all love me too..” Somehow it was like Neville the sound man just knew what to play, because as soon as you pushed off to skate back to your team ‘...Ready for it. By Taylor Swift’ came on and you smiled meanly. “Good Luck.” 

You ignored your two best friends as you lined up, you ignored them again when you were waiting your turn and sent a hard puck right into the back of your soon to be exs knee. Snape hollered your name from the bench and gave you that look you hated. The guy wasnt even 10 years older than you, but he carried the authority and knowledge of an old man so whatever. Then it was time to line up, one of the guys had been hurt so you ended up in a defensemen position instead of forward where you normally were. Being one of the faster skaters and having great stick handling skills showed that was your niche. But you were tall for a girl. Standing at 5`11 without skates with a broad build that was strong but still soft in areas like the thighs so you were an ok fill in. 

Mattheo was the other first string defensemen, Draco was center, Theo and Enzo on either wing. Jacob was a first string forward, it couldn't have worked out better. You'd have to get Goyle some candy when he felt better. You were surprised at how well you were playing and keeping track of where your real target was. Mattheo kept trying to set up to be the one who would have to go after him, but you kept getting in his way. 

Everyone besides the girls gasped in surprise and shock when Jacob started to skate down the ice with the puck only to be roughly checked into the glass by you. Regulus, your kinda uncle, who was a few years older than you, was one of the refs. He came over to escort you to the penalty box when you whispered a quick low down on what he had done. Reggie nodded then winked when he closed the door to the penalty box. Just a moment later, Reggies friend Barty, the other ref knocked on the glass and winked. 

They both knew you were getting ejected from the game. That you were coming out of the box swinging. You had started to calm down just a tad bit. The cold air and the physical exertion are starting to help. That is until you hear a high pitched voice scream Jacob's name. When you turn your eyes lock with one of the girls from the videos. The girl from last night at his house party. The one you didn't go to for obvious reasons. When she did her little finger wave and smirked everything went fuzzy.

 The outsides of your vision was blurry as your eyes watched the clock and the ice. You just prayed Jacob was out when your time was up. Your ears were ringing as Jacob was called off the bench, 3 seconds left. The attendant, an older gentleman who worked with the athletics department chuckled as he prepped to open the door. He had seen this many times, sure never from this perspective, but he had daughters and he knew how they would react.

“Go get him a tiger.” 

You didn't even know where the puck was when your blade cut through the first slice of ice. You knew Mattheo was on the bench and Theodore was on the other side of the ice. Maybe ten strong strides across the arena. 6 before you dropped your stick. 3 before your gloves are off. 1 before your fist connected with his jaw. As you grabbed his jersey and used what every bit of strength you had to slam him back into the glass. In his shock he didn't realize that he was falling and you were swinging again.  

In another moment of perfect coincidence, you're right in front of your family's seats. Theodore Sr, Lucius, and your father are all standing up and cheering while banging their fists on the glass. Your mother has her mouth covered with her hands while Bellatrix and Cissy stand on their seats leaning to hold onto shoulders and watch. You hear someone come up behind you, you know its not a ref but they never even get the chance to grab at you. Theos flies past you and slams someone from the other team into the ice. 

Now you can hear Snape screaming curse words at you all as the bench clears. Reggie and Barty are both standing off to the side, eyes wide in pretend shock as they pretend to decide who's going where. Your mind momentarily slips away from beating Jacobs face in, but it snaps back into perfect clarity when his glove connects with the bottom of your jaw. You lose your grip in shock, which in some way is stupid. When you fall backwards and your helmet connects with the ice, the stadium falls silent. This had been the moment the entire college hockey league had been waiting for. How would it be handled, because while you were a woman, you had joined the team, and started the fight. 

In the silence, from the other team's bench, you hear Coach Black's voice. “KICK HIS ASS L/N!” More gasps followed as Neville changed the big screens to a video of Jacob saying you were a shitty player. Jacob tried to scramble up as half of his own teams heads snapped to him. Needless he knew now that he wasnt leaving the ice without getting his ass beat at least once more. Looking up towards the reporters box you could see Ginny and Neville leaning out and cheering for you. 

Alot of people were going to be getting in trouble after this game, but it didnt seem like anyone cared. It was a perfect moment of unity and unsportsmanlike conduct as people took their turns with Jacob before Regulus and Barty decided they would lose their jobs if they let it go any longer. While both teams skated off the guys all cheered for you and gave you pats on your back. Theo and Matt walked you to your locker room, you could tell they both wanted to say something. 

Matt looked like he was constipated, the look he only got when he was trying to figure out how to talk about his feelings. He wanted to tell you to stop looking for someone who would love you more than him and Theo did. That there would never be two people who cared more, or knew you better than they did. That they knew it was unconventional and that people would talk, but they wanted to be with you. They couldn't go without you anymore. 

Just as you whisper his name his brain short circuits and when it starts working again his lips are already on yours. His hands holding your cheeks as he memorizes how your lips feel just in case he never gets to do this again. When he pulls back he almost doesn't want to open his eyes, scared of what he will see. But all he sees is awe and confusion as you look from him to your other best friend.. His boyfriend.. Who you now think he just cheated on, right in front of.. 

Shit.

[theosmommy1966]

Hey guys! Im working on 2 stories right now, Ive got the firstish chapter done for each and am looking for one or two people to read them and see how they like it. Im looking for pointers and to see if its something interesting. I have a Tom Riddle story, and Poly Marauders story. If anyones intrested Please PM me!

Im also working on the next chapter of SAALL

[theosmommy1966]

MASTERLIST

Mattheo Riddle

Snakes and a Little Lion

Part 1

Part 2

Just Friends

Hateful

Lets play

Theodore Nott

Jealousy Jealousy

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Locker Room

Unnamed

Draco Malfoy/ Charlie Weasley

Part 1

Part 2

Marauders x Reader x Oc Character

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Epilogue 1

Epilogue 2

[theosmommy1966]

Hey guys.. Me here.. I wanted to apologize for how long ive been gone. I promise Im not abandoning stories, or you, Ive just been working seven days a week on top of being a single mom. I also struggle with Major depressive disorder and BPD. Ive been having some swings as of late, which resulted in me sleeping for almost 3 days straight after not sleeping for at least that many. My depression is pretty low rn, and i just cant find it in me to write. I keep rereading the same stories over and over again trying to find something, anything to spark writing the next chapter and i just cant.

I dont want to force something out and have it be terrible, so to all my followers and readers, Im sorry. I am actively trying to get better but the unfortunate reality is that its hard. And its even more unfortunate that most of you probably have the same struggle I do. I will try to get back to writing as soon as I possibly can, I promise. 

But in asking that let me list off the stories that I have going. PLEASE PLEASE comment and let me know which one you guys are looking forward to most, so that when I am ready, I can try and focus on the most wanted ones first. 

On this page, (yes I have 2 that I normally write on) the only story I have going is Snakes and a Little Lion. But I have a few ideas,

DracoxMuggle

WolfstarxPotterSister

SiriusxReaderxRegulus

MattheoxReader (2 of these)

DracoxReaderxMattheo

TheodorexReader (3 of these)

CharliexReader

MauradersxOlderRiddleDaughter

PolySlytherinsxReader

DracoxReader (4 of these)

So if you like one character I write for better than the others, or if you want to see a certain character please let me know.

Your comments make me feel good, just like all the love and reblogs. I appreciate you all.

[theosmommy1966]

SAALL

*So I have decided while yes, this little series will mostly be about Hermiones adventures with the Snakes, I orginally started writing the first part as a one shot with Mattheo. So there will be parts like this one that will highlight the reader and Mattheos relationship. Hope you all like it. There is a trigger warning for this one, gently mentions of SA and talk about mental health as well as some sexual scenes.*

TAGLIST:

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PART 1

The next morning when Hermione opened her eyes, the world spun. Not the fun roller coaster kind of spin either, the kind that makes whatever happened to be in your stomach start to rise. It wasn't until she reclosed her eyes that she started to notice things. Things like the fact that the room she was in did not smell like her own. It smelled like OUD, and Jasmine, a smell that she couldn't even name but felt like she should be able to place.

The next thing was that the bed she was currently passed out in, was far too soft to be one of the gryffindor common room beds. The sheets were much too silky against her bare skin to be the ones she had previously spent 7 years sleeping in. The pillow she had her face buried in smelled of Jasmine as well, calming her crazed and confused mind as memories started to funnel back in.

Memories of the night before, where she had been drinking and dancing with people she spent years before hating. Slowly she allowed her eyes to open, a soft glow in a light purple color coming from a light plugged into the wall in the corner. Curtains had been pulled on the window that would normally flood the room with green light from the lake, eclipsing the room in darkness. She had no way to tell what time it actually was, but she found she was weirdly at ease.

As she sat up she turned to look behind her, remembering now that you had fallen asleep next to her the night before. Mattheo had practically carried you up the stairs as you giggled at Pansy who was being carried up by Theodore piggy back style. Draco had carried the small hufflepuff who had fallen asleep across Pansys lap, while Luna and Blaise trailed behind taking pictures. Hermione's favorite being the one of you reaching for Pansy and her reaching for you. Both of you were giggling while Mattheo tried to look annoyed.

She was confused when she found the spot empty and cold, but only for a moment as she looked around the room and found you. Mattheo had taken up residence on the large chaise lounge, telling Hermione to sleep in the bed. You had at some point in the night moved to lay on top of him, even though there was plenty of room on the almost bed sized lounge for both of you. Your arms were wrapped around his torso, your face buried in his neck as you slept soundly.

Hermione knew he had to be awake, because he had one hand in your hair and one lazily stroking your back. Mattheos' foot shook back and forth gently as he just laid there. It was another moment that showed Hermione he wasn't all that they said he was. He was painted as this psychopath who only cared about killing those who wronged him. But as she watched him stroke fingers gently and slowly up and down your spine, she realized they were wrong.

Sure she knew he was violent, and impulsive and scary, but she could now see that he cared too. Cared about those he loved so fiercely that to those on the outside it seemed possessive and toxic. But how could she see it as toxic now? Now that she had watched him care for not only you, but Luna so gently. Watched as he gave the group pills to keep them safe, watched over them while they danced or talked. He unwillingly took her into his group of friends and still treated her like she belonged there. Watched as he slept in a room that was clearly decorated by you, and slept with a nightlight?

Everything she thought she knew was changing. Mattheos voice broke her out of her thoughts, even though it was soft, so soft he wouldn't wake you up. "The nightlight is because we both have nightmares.. It's easier to clear your head after one when you can see where you are and who you are with." His voice was sharp even if it was soft in volume "You should go shower.. The girls always go out to brunch and shop after big parties, I'm sure you'll be drug along.. Y/n or Pansy will come find you in a bit." She watched you shift around a little, Mattheo holding both his hands out to the side as you moved before placing them back on you when you settled.

With a small smile, she removed herself from the bed. Panicking when she realized she was only in the shirt she had been wearing last night. "Your clothes from yesterday are on the nightstand." Mattheos voice said, and when Hermione spun around to look at him she realized his eyes were still closed. How in the world had he known what she was looking for? "I can read your mind.. Plus I'm pretty intelligent if I do say so.." His words were cut off by fingers landing on his mouth.

"Shh.." You said half asleep, your fingertips stayed over his lips as you had been too far asleep to actually cover his whole mouth. Either way a small smile found its way to his lips as Hermione left the room. As the door clicked shut, Mattheo kept his eyes closed focusing on your breathing waiting for the rhythm to fall back into the slow deep sleep. But when it didn't, and your thumb started to stroke against his jaw he knew you were awake. He gently kissed the finger tips that rested against his lips as the two of you slowly woke.

“I thought you were going to sleep next to your new friend?” He asked softly as he resumed stroking your back, when you didn't answer him though he used his free hand to grip your neck and pull you back from his shoulders. The glassy look in your eye was the same one you used to have often during the war. The one that told him you had slipped somewhere deep into your mind, the one place he couldn't follow you. All he could do now was try to pull your consciousness back, so he kept a firm grip on your neck. Not so tightly that it hurt, but firm enough to let you know he was holding you as he kissed your forehead. “It's time to come back, my love.. Whatever is wrong, I promise I'll fix it.”

You could hear him, you had just slipped into this weird place in your mind. A dark place that had been created as almost a safe haven during the war. During the time your father and Voldemort had tortured and imprisoned you. Somewhere your consciousness went to escape the pain of the cruciatus curse, the assaults by various death eaters, the pain from starvation and dehydration. In this place everything was muffled, the pain, the sounds around you, and feeling your body had. It was slightly scary when you were in your right mind to think about, but it was safe. Your therapist often called it dissociation.

As Mattheos free hand moved to your cheek to upturn your face completely to his he looked deeply, trying to see how far gone you were. The glassy look told him far enough, but there was still a lightness that gave him hope. The fact that you had just been touching him and kind of speaking helped as well. He could remember how scared he and the others had been when they found you. He didn't know what he expected after killing his father and rescuing you, but when he ran down to the dungeons and found you beaten and starved he didn't expect you to not speak for months.

It took months of therapy, both mental and physical for you to even start to recover. But he and the rest of the group walked the path right beside you. Every time you started to slip like this, there was someone there to hold you in place. Mattheo could only assume that a nightmare had put you in this place, and the only thing he could do was wait. He of course had learned a few tricks, ways to bring you back a little sooner, ways that only he could bring you back sooner. So he gently wrapped your legs around his waist and maneuvered with some difficulty off the lounge. Moving from a laying position to a standing one while gripping onto you was harder than he thought, but you were always worth it.

He made his way into the attached bathroom, and thanked his mother again for lying about his parentage. With both parents dead, all the Lestrange and Black money that had been laying around went to him. Meaning anything he wanted was his, he could buy the entire school if he wanted too. But for now he would settle on a huge suite with an almost equally sized bathroom. He set you on the counter, keeping himself standing between your legs as he removed his shirt from your shoulders. A brush quickly carded through your hair as he pulled it all to the top of your head, wrapping a scrunchy around it to bun it.

He wrapped you around him again, this time only having to wrap your legs around him as you kept your arms locked around his shoulders. Originally he was going to put you both through the shower, but figured maybe a bath would work better. He didn't want to have to worry about you falling and he couldn't really do what he needed to if he was holding you up the entire time. So he wrapped one arm under your butt and held on tightly so he could grab one of the boxes of what you called ‘bath goodies’. Propping himself on the edge of the extra large all black jetted bathtub, you were still seated in his lap as he turned the water on. Perfecting the temperature, and looking down at which box he had grabbed. Luna made and sold little box sets for different things, you bought (with his money) multiple different sets. This one being a lavender and milk spa set.

Two light purple bath bombs infused with powdered milk and crushed lavender go in first, fizzing and drawing your attention away from his neck. Next is the jar of Epsom salt, Himalayan salt, dead sea salt, oats and dried lavender. The water bubbling and turning a milky purple color as he turns to set you into the waiting warm water. The temperature being almost 107, right where you always wanted it, hot enough to pink your skin without having to tiptoe into it. Before stripping his sweats away he moved to light the candle Luna always included.

These were always made in the woods, under the moonlight she would tell people. Luna swore she infused her own magic into them, and sometimes Mattheo could agree. This was one of those times, because as he lit the candle that was infused with lavender essential oils, lavender buds and small amethyst crystals he heard you take a steadying breath. The tension in the air gives way to something slightly more relaxing. He lightly tells you to scoot forward and thankfully you do, allowing him to seat himself behind you. His arms encircling you, one around your waist the other around your shoulders as you lean your head back on his shoulder. 

 He heard and felt you take a deep breath and release it as he kissed the side of your head. You still haven't spoken or looked at him, just staring at the wall of Florentina arborose climbing roses. The wall at the back of the room was covered in them, a trellis covered in muggle flowers magically spelled to never die or wither. You had told him once that even though you didn't particularly like roses, preferring wildflowers, that this type was your favorite. And when you complained that the wall was boring to look at during baths he decided what better way to brighten it up than with flowers. He periodically would change them, sometimes to sunflowers or other seasonal things.

Slowly he reached for the scrubbing salt that was in the box he left sitting outside the tub. Scooping some into his fingers and rubbing it into your skin gently starting with your arm, working his way towards your chest. Doing both arms, your chest and back before rinsing, then slowly dragging his fingers down your sides. Letting them drag lightly over the sides and tops of your thighs before gripping them tightly, lifting one out of the water before repeating the scrubbing and rinsing process then doing the other.

 When he lowered your left leg back into the water, he traced circles into the muscle of your thigh slowly, moving his fingers further up every few seconds. He watched your face, always scared to need to go so far to help pull you back. But it was something that had been talked about thoroughly, he knew what your boundaries were. The two of you had gone as far as to talk about this with your muggle therapist, who agreed that if it worked for you, and there was a high level of trust and good boundaries set that it was okay. But it was still something that always made Mattheo question if he was taking advantage.

But there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for you. He would push his own boundaries to try and make you feel safe, to try and pull you back before you got too deep, too lost in your own mind. So he let his hands do the work they needed to do, one hand massaging your thigh as the other came up to wrap around your throat. Not hard, not even enough to affect your breathing in any way, just enough for him to pull your body back and turn your head towards his. He needed to be able to watch you while this happened, it was the only thing that would get him through. He wouldn't kiss you until you asked, because that was the agreement. He wouldn't kiss you when you couldn't kiss him back.

He had argued with your therapist then, that if you were unable to kiss him that logically you were unable to tell him no. Which meant he shouldn't be doing anything in the first place. But she had explained to him that there were many different types of therapy that people used to get over sexual trauma, one of those being sexual acts themselves. But it was something that required such a high level of trust that many never had. It took hours and hours of planning, laying boundaries and a lot of talking. It had taken months for Mattheo to agree to trying.

And if he was honest it took watching you fall into a deep episode that resulted in you being hospitalized again. He didn't think he could watch you be taken in again, not if there was something he could do to help you before it got that far. He leaned his forehead against yours, tapping into the mark he had carved into your skin. The one that allowed him to know your emotions, to know when you were in danger. The one that told those who would try and harm you exactly who was coming for them. Mattheo remembered seeing the jagged cut of your initials on the death eaters and his father as he and the others cut them down.

He could feel the struggle you were going through as he watched you. Could feel you trying to pull yourself back as he lifted his hand towards your center. His fingers easily find your clit and pressing down while circling, your lips slightly part as your body tenses. Even in the dark space of your mind you can feel the ecstasy that being intimate with Mattheo always brings. When he pushes one finger into you, your eyes snap closed allowing the heavenly feeling his hands always brought to fill your mind. To slowly start pulling you back from the numbing emptiness you felt after you woke up. After thrusting his hand in slowly a few times you felt him add another finger, this time moaning softly when they curved upwards. He let go of your throat and brought his other hand down, circling two fingers around your clit as he pumped his other hand into your pussy faster.

“Theo..” You whispered as your breathing started to pick up, his forehead was still pressed against yours so even over the light sloshing of the water he could still hear you. “Yeah baby.. I'm right here. We are right here.. We`re ok, open your eyes..” You knew why he wanted you too.. Not only so he could watch as you came back into your mind but because he could make the experience better. Another plus to the magical bond the mark created between the two of you. He could access your feelings and make everything better on your side, which he says makes everything better on his side. So when you looked up at him, you gasped, because your body suddenly felt warmer.

Your thigh muscles clenched causing him to lean back, removing his hands from you just long enough to prop your legs up. He pinned them between his legs and the sides of the tub, not allowing you any room to wiggle away from him as he slammed his fingers back into you. This time with three instead of two, the other hand going back to rubbing your clit. “Tell me I can kiss you Y/n.. Tell me you're here..” He said in a desperate whisper, you knew how much this always scared him. How much he needed to be with you afterwards, it was one of the reasons the whole thing worked.

“Kiss me.. Please..” You whispered just before his lips slammed down onto yours. Your own hands moved, tangling into his hair as you kissed him back roughly. The soft whimper that escaped him only made your body hotter. Jolts of passion and love moved between the two of you as his fingers moved faster in and out of you. The pressure he puts on your clit changes between hard and soft while still keeping the pace even. Your hips buck up meeting his thrusts the best you can from your position as you feel the dark room shut away behind the door and lock itself. Your kisses were frantic, wet and sloppy but it didn't matter.

Mattheos fingers curled again to drag across the spot he knew would make you scream as you pulled back and looked towards the ceiling moans of his name leaving your mouth as his lips moved down your neck and over your shoulder. He couldn't reach the spot where his name was carved into your collar bone but he didnt care. From where he was he could see your face, hear your sounds and feel you clenching around him and that was all he needed. You were mesmerizing to him, like a drug no one else could have, a high that he couldn't reach without you. “Fucckk.. Mattheo.. Fuck please.” You begged pulling him away from his captivating thoughts.

“Cum for me, my love..” He whispered into your ear as he pinched your clit for just a second “I need you to cum for me..” He really did, it was something that used to embarrass him. He couldn't understand the possessed need he had to be the one to make you feel that way. The way his blood boiled at the thought of anyone else touching you or hearing you like he did now. He had never been in love before, never even liked someone past friends or someone to sleep with. But he was truly enamored with you, and he fought it for a long time because growing up he was told Riddles dont love, they aren't capable.

But here he is, begging you to cum on his fingers. Forcing your lips apart with his so his tongue can ravage your mouth, so he can taste you. It was funny because you had been called ‘Riddles whore’ when people started to notice the mark, when in all actuality he was a whore for you way more than you were for him. He had never been able to get off just from getting someone else off. Never before had he kissed someone just to do it. Or touched someone, gone down on someone just to make them feel good. But he often did it for you, he would find stupid reasons to taste you. Oh you passed a test, guess you deserve a reward..

Your thighs started to shake between his knees and the side of the tub. Your breathing light and breathy as you said his name and a string of curse words. The euphoric feeling Mattheo had been building between your thighs finally cresting and breaking apart. A moan left your lips that was almost a scream as you arched almost out of the water. Mattheos fingers slowing down enough to help you ride out the pleasure without hurting you. Moving you threw the delicious aftershocks with gentle circles to your clit and slow but deep thrusts of his fingers. The warm open mouth kisses he left on your shoulder and soft words of love and praise helped as well. 

The two of you sat in the tub for fifteen more minutes before there was a knock at the door. “Hold on!” Mattheo shouts, standing from behind you as you reach forward to let the water out. When you stand and turn back two towels, and your robe are waiting on the counter. Mattheo had quickly wrapped one around his waist and made his way to the door, opening it just enough to be seen but not enough to allow entry into the room. He still didn't know how your day was going to go, most times you spent the entire day slipping in and out of that place. When he came face to face with an angry Pansy he stepped out of the room, not caring one bit that all he had on was a towel.

Pansys angry expression dropped noticing the action, and how he had looked back into the room before gently closing the door. “What's going on? Where Y/n? It's brunch time!” She whisper yelled at him, assuming that they had just showered together and that's why her best friend was running late. But the haunted look in Mattheos' eyes slowed her down as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “She was gone again this morning.. I'm not sure why, I'm assuming a nightmare.. I won't be able to leave her alone today, Pans, you know that..”

She nodded looking back as Luna, Blaise, Hermione, Draco and Theodore all started their way down the hall, pausing once they noticed his attire. Draco quickly walked forward leaving the rest of the group behind, “Whats going on?” He said quietly as he looked between the two, sighing sadly when Pansy explained while Mattheo checked the room again. This time he opened it enough that all three of them could see you. You had wrapped your hair up, covered yourself in your robe and moved to sit legs crossed on the bed. Your eyes were looking down at your hands as you picked at the chipped polish. Draco and Pansys hearts squeezed, they hated seeing you like this, hated that there was very little they could do to make you feel better.

Draco looked back at the group, everyone looked concerned but Hermione looked confused. When he looked back to Mattheo he couldn't tell how his cousin was taking the little lion being there. While the war wasn't long, Harry Potter and his friends had still found ways to make Mattheos life harder during that time and before that. That hardship extended to you and Draco wasn't sure that Mattheo would allow Hermione to be around you in the state you were in. Normally everyone would skip class, hang out together outside the wizarding world. “Maybe we should go to New York for the weekend.. It's Saturday morning.. We could go to Clintons, she can get her favorite french toast. Then we can do some shopping as the girls, meet you guys in central park, have a picnic and you can pick up her favorites from Carlos Bakery..” Pansy said softly watching her best friend threw the crack in the door. “On the hand not holding out for Y/n, it might be good for Granger to see that the war affected all of us.”

Mattheo took a deep breath looking at the brown haired Gryffindor who offered him a small smile. He supposed Pansy was right, and past the new addition it was what normally happened in this situation. Whether it was New York, New Orleans, LA, or some other big city that almost always happened to be in the USA. It was so far away from the wizarding world that they grew up in that it was like being free. They had all even talked about moving there after graduation. “Sure.. Let me just.. Let me get Y/n ready.. Give me 30 yeah?” After the two nodded, Mattheo slipped back into his room and shut the door.

Draco and Pansy walked back towards the group who all waited questions hanging in the air. Pansy spoke first “Seems like we are going on a group trip for the weekend.. Go pack a bag, we are headed to New York.” They all nodded, except for Hermione, but Theodore spoke “Is Y/n ok? Or did you catch them at a bad time?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood even though he already knew the answer. Mattheo never stopped what he was doing with you to answer the door, he simply screamed to go away. Or made it so you started screaming and the point was made either way. So his appearance in the hall gave all the Slytherins the answer they needed. Luna hadn't been around for one of your slips yet. She really hadn't been around for one of Dracos, as his were few and far between.

“She slipped back again.. I'm assuming because he was willing to leave her side long enough to even come out of the room that she's as ok as she can be right now.. But we are changing plans.” Draco said, crossing his arms “Let's all go pack, meet downstairs in twenty.” They all nodded and went their separate ways but Hermione stayed with Draco. The two walked back towards his room since she hadn't gotten the courage to go back to her own dorm. “We will just buy you some things while we are out. That way you don't have to get bombarded before we leave.” Draco said stiffly as he started packing his own bag. Hermione nodded even though his back was too her. Her voice was small and almost meek when she spoke, she didn't know how much she would be privy too. It was clear by Mattheos' face when he looked at her that he was unsure of her presence. “What did you mean when you said Y/n slipped? She seemed ok when I left this morning.”

Draco sighed and turned to face her, he knew this wasn't his story to tell, but he also knew you were barely able to think about what happened, let alone tell someone. “The war changed all of us… Some more than others. Everyone always thought that because Y/n is with Mattheo that it meant she was safe from the Dark Lord. When really it just put a bigger target on her back, at one point towards the end of the war, she was kidnapped. They had her for six months, I won't tell you what happened but you can use your imagination then multiply it by ten and you'll maybe be close. She was basically dead when we finally found her, she spent months in the hospital and about the same amount of time in a muggle mental health facility. She's better now, gets better every day but still has slip ups. Where she falls back into a dark place in her mind, where only Mattheo can reach her. And sometimes not even then, we have had to take her back to that facility more times than any of us like to think about and it's only been two years.” 

Hermiones heart broke listening and imagining the horrible things that had happened. He was right, they had all assumed because of who you were and who you were with that you were safe. None of them would have even thought that something like this happened. Her next words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, “Were you all hurt?” Draco chuckled humorlessly, “We were all punished in one way or another, Granger.” 

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Back in your room, you watched as Mattheo pulled on boxers and jeans. A black t shirt covered his scared chest as he tossed a sweater onto the end of the bed. He temporarily disappeared from sight, causing your heart to race, before he reappeared with lotion and a comb. He sat behind you as he gently brushed your hair out then french braiding it down your back. He kissed your neck before moving to kneel in front of you, the lavender scented lotion that was the last thing from the spa box in his hand. He gently started massaging it into your skin as he spoke softly to you, like he was afraid to startle you. “I talked to Pansy and Draco.. We thought it would be fun to go to New York for the weekend.. Hermiones obviously never been on a trip with us but we can see how it goes.” He kissed your left ankle before looking up at you and moving to the other leg.

“They don't have to.. I don't want to burden everyone..” Your voice was small and shaky, in a tone that broke his heart and pissed him off. He wasn't pissed off at you of course, it made him want to resurrect those who had hurt you and kill them again, but slower. He shook his head with a small smile, this time kissing the inside of your right thigh before standing up. He pulls you so that you're standing in front of him before he speaks again “Darling, you are never a burden to us. We do the same thing when Pans has a bad day. We all sit around and get high when Teddy has one. Or drink and play quidditch, which isn't smart, when Zucchini has one. We all go to the beach when Draco slips back. Its what family does, you and Pansy just like to spend more money while we do it.” Mattheos smile widens when you giggle lightly and lean against his chest. He knows its his use of your ridiculous nicknames for Blaise and Theodore, which is exactly why he used them.

Leaning down and kissing you gently, holding your cheeks in both his hands he opens the bond and allows all the love he feels for you to fill your body. He can literally feel your cheeks heat under his touch as he pulls away. “I love you Y/n.. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. Now let's get dressed, I'm hungry.” 

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Snakes and a Little Lion

*Im thinking about maybe having this as a little series. Where The Slytherins and Hermione all learn from each other and grow.. If you like it comment and let me know! If you have any ideas let me know that too!*

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It was the night of Draco and Blaises birthday party. A seventh year Slytherin party that would be Legend…. Wait for it….. Dary.. 

Legendary. 

Draco had finally thrown off the shackles of his oppressive dick of a father and was ready to party the way he wanted all year. And Blaise.. Well Blaise partied the way his mother did, and the woman was on her seventh husband. 

Currently, two hours before the party, Mattheo had your thighs wrapped around his waist. His fingers dug in hard enough to leave little bruises. His body pressing you between him and the wall as his lips ravaged yours. 

Mattheo Riddle was the literal definition of passion and possessiveness. 

You couldn't remember a single time in the last two years that a guy had tried to flirt or really even talk to you outside of school work. They were all so intimidated by his ‘ill fuck you up’ attitude that it left you untouchable. Which you loved. 

A few moments into your make out session, right as Mattheo was deciding between an empty classroom or an alcove, you heard sniffles. Light femeine ones that didn't sound familiar, meaning they didn't belong to anyone in your group. 

It was easy to push your boyfriend off you, because you never did it. So the second your hands pressed against his chest he was pulling back, worried he stepped over a line he didn't know about. Or that someone was near you guys that you didn't want around. Either way he was on high alert as your feet hit the ground and you started walking towards the noise. 

It caught you slightly off guard to see Hermione Granger sitting in a little alcove crying into her hands. Her cheeks were pink, light makeup tracks ran down her face with her tears. Her hair was frizzy and untamed just like always as you walked towards her. 

She sat up quickly when your hand touched her ankle.  She knew who you were obviously, but she couldn't remember a time she had ever talked to you. But here you were, one of the most gorgeous girls in Hogwarts asking if she was alright. 

She didn't need to peek over your shoulder to know that Mattheo was standing close by. The guy radiated an energy that anyone could feel the moment he walked into the room. And since it was after dark, almost curfew, Hermione knew that if you were out he wasn't far behind you. 

She ran her hand through her hair and wiped her face on her sleeve as she nodded. You chuckled a little plopping down on the step next to her. She watched you wave your hand off to the side, heard Mattheo scoff but watched as he put a lit cigarette in your hand. “If you're fine Granger, then why are you crying?” 

Mattheo didn't really understand why you were here. Why were you talking too or worried about the golden girl? But he respected that your heart was a lot brighter than his. He had room for a few select people, and those spots were taken. 

Theodore Nott, Y/n L/n, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy and more recently Luna Lovegood. 

Luna had seen a part of him that no one besides you. He had been having a panic attack out in the woods by the lake after getting into a stupid arguement with you. An argument that shouldn't have even happened. Over a girl he should have shoved down the moving stairs instead of talking too. 

Normally when an attack happened, you were the one to calm him down. But now you were upset, and far away from him in the castle. He was on the verge of passing out when a light whimsical voice carried him from the land of the dead back to the light. 

Ever since then, she had become an integral part of the group and started dating Blaise. But Granger was ‘the enemy’ as most people would say. The golden girl when you were ‘the snake queen’. Mattheo wanted nothing more than to get back to what you had been doing, but it was clear that wasn't going to happen. 

“Ronald has decided that making out with Lavender Brown is a better prospect than dating me.. He told me tonight that he doesn't want to be with someone like me.” A small sob broke out of the bushy haired girl's mouth as your jaw dropped. 

“YOU… are interested in that oaf? Ronald Wealsey? Are you sure you're not talking about one of his older brothers?? Fred.. or perhaps Charlie? Ron really?” You didn't really think about what was coming out of your mouth, but caught yet another scoff from your boyfriend. You rolled your eyes and ignored him as you brushed some of her hair back. An idea popping into your head that made you smile. 

Mattheo could see a wicked little plan coming to form from just that smile as he fully gave up the idea of getting some before the party. “Darling, we need to go get ready.” You nodded and stood, kissing his cheek and speaking softly “I'll meet you there.. I'm going to bring Dragon a little birthday present.” 

He nodded before walking away, but not too far because he wanted to make sure you got back to the dungeons safely. You turned around clapping your hands together once, making the girl look up at you. “Right.. Soooo, there's a party tonight.. Malfoy and Zabini's birthdays.. You're going to come as my guest, party and forget about Weasley.”

Before she could protest you were linking your arm through hers and pulling her towards the common room. Telling her to ignore the footsteps behind you, as you already knew it was your overprotective boyfriend. While she thought it was weird he wasn't just walking with you, you told her you were used to it. It made Mattheo feel good to think that you didn't know he was there. He liked that you felt safe, so you let him believe what he believed.   When you all three reached the common room, you only pulled away to kiss Mattheo again and tell him to make sure they had the ingredient for your favorite drink. 

Then you drug her up to your room, the one you shared with Mattheo (Against Dumbledore and Snape's wishes) Discarded her onto the chaise lounge in the corner and headed towards your walk-in closet. Pulling box after box down searching for the one you knew you wanted for her. 

Hermione looked at the sealed boxes that started tumbling out of the closet. Agent Provocateur, Gooseberry, Coco De Mer, Bluebella, Fleur Du Mal. All brands she had never heard of, until a Victoria's Secret box fell. Now she was curious and worried, why were you looking through lingerie? And why did you have so much?

“So.. I may have forgotten to mention.. Blaise kinda wanted to go all out, since this is the first year that Draco has let us celebrate his birthday..” You chucked box after box to the floor, some falling out of the closet as Hermione listened to your words. “AHHA!” You said as you found what you were looking for and walked it out to her. 

You watched her open the box, her entire face and neck turning red as she gasped like a fish looking between the box and your face. You smiled and did jazz hands as you spoke “It's a lingerie party, and I know a certain birthday boy who would die if he saw you in this.” 

Hermione looked down at the deep green babydoll, the cups had nude inserts with lace covering them. It gave it the illusion that they were see through. It was something Hermione never even would have looked at, let alone wore. Her fingers traced over the lace then underneath to the silky slip. 

“I know, it's probably not your style. BUT it's got the most coverage of any of my lingerie. Plus it's brand new, I don't think I ever get to wear this stuff more than once.” You said scoffing and turning back to your closet. You tossed out a pair of heels towards her before digging back through to find something for yourself. 

Hermione was confused as she very cautiously made her way towards your bathroom. She was waayy out of her comfort zone here, but she knew that your group did not let things happen to each other. And if you were bringing her, she would fall under that same protection. Mattheo wouldn't want to upset you by letting something happen to her. 

Just as she pulls her jeans down your words pop back up in her mind. “Why don't you get to wear things more than once?” She looked down at the price tag and gaped, she knew this was from Victoria's Secret but it was expensive to her. $80 muggle dollars was close to 500 galleons. When she finally had it on, she watched herself in the mirror. 

She looked like someone else, and you weren't even fully ready yet. She jumped when you walked into the bathroom without knocking, tossing another three boxes on the counter without looking at her. “Mattheo is very impatient. He won't wait for me to take things off.. He just rips them, or cuts them whichever he's feeling that night.” 

You opened a cabinet and started pulling hair products with french names on them Hermione didn't know. “But these things are expensive right?” She asked as you snapped a chair into existence and sat her down. You spoke as your hands brushed oils into her hair, her watching in amazement as it went from bushy to shiny but maintained its natural waves. 

“If i teach you anything tonight.. I want you to remember these things, One rich men.. Like Mattheo, Nott, Malfoy and Zabini.. They are allowed to have expensive habits, because they can afford it. But you must be able to stick up for yourself.”

You laughed turning to find your makeup, you could do this the magical way but you loved doing it by hand. When you knelt in front of her you kept speaking, “I don't remember how many shirts or bras Riddle ruined before he started replacing them. I kept making little comments about it until one day I got fed up. Told him if he kept ripping or cutting my shit and not replacing it I would stop allowing it to happen. Meaning no more sex for him.” 

Hermione laughed as you described Mattheos shocked face. “Low and behold, the next morning boxes started arriving at my dorm. He likes to lay in bed and go through websites so he can order things without having to go there. But he also does it in bulk so he doesn't have to keep track of how many things he ruins.  It takes a strong woman to be with these men, you're a strong woman Granger.. That leads me to my second point.” 

You tapped her shoulder and motioned for her to stand up, she was slightly uncomfortable as you started rubbing Bisou shimmering body lotion into her skin. You were practically manhandling her as you told her how to put panty hoes on. Then handed her black heels. 

When you turned her around so she was facing the mirror, a smile tugged at your lips. Hermione was shocked, she felt beautiful for the first time. She had never really felt ugly, but the woman staring back from the mirror was sexy. Powerful and ready to command a room of men. 

She looked back at you through the mirror as you spoke over her shoulder. “Women like us.. We don't cry over boys..” 

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You quickly got ready, leaving your hair down with a few braids pulling the front back. A lily embroidered cupped bodysuit with black thigh highs and heels covers some of your body. Hermione watched as you expretly put the stockings on your legs attaching them to the garter belt. She was still amazed at the transformation you had pulled over on her. 

“I can teach you how to look and feel like this all the time. If you want, you're more than welcome in our little group. Just be nice to Luna, Mattheo hates when people are rude to her. He broke someone's nose two weeks ago for calling her Loony Lovegood.” 

You smiled knowing that your big scary boyfriend had a soft spot for the tiny whimsical blond. You could hear the music pounding from downstairs as you looked around your room. You knew you were forgetting something, and when you walked back into the closet it clicked. You grabbed a dark gray button down from Mattheos side of the closet before pulling it on and buttoning it up. 

When you came out you headed towards the door, “Stay here, I need to go grab you something be right back.” You didn't give her time to answer as the door swung shut. It was only twenty steps down the hall to the Prefects bedroom. You knocked and pressed your ear to the door, when it didn't open and no sounds were coming out you used the password and slowly opened the door. 

It would ruin your whole plan if Draco was in here, especially if he was in here with someone. But thankfully it was empty as you made your way to his closet. You rolled your eyes and chuckled when all you saw was black. Your fingers rubbed over a silk long sleeve that you decided was best. 

You almost laughed again when you noticed that his closet was more organized than yours was. Leave it to Draco to be this on top of things. You quickly relocked the door, and skipped back to your own. Throwing the shirt at Hermione who looked at you questioningly. 

“Just put it on, I'll tell you when it's time to take it off.” The shirt hit just under the babydoll on her thighs as she fumbled with the buttons. But as soon as she was ready, you were pulling her from the room and down the hall. You were excited but you could feel Granger's nerves rolling off her. “Just relax, stick to me for the night. It'll all be ok.” 

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Soon enough, you had found your group and pulled her towards them. Draco and Mattheo were sitting on the couch facing away from you. But Blaise and Theodores' eyes about fell out of their heads as they noticed you dragging a little lion through the crowd. Mattheo felt fingers card through his curls and didn't even bother turning. There was only one person who touched him so casually. He felt your breath on his neck as you spoke quietly in his ear “Scoot my love.” 

He moved away from Malfoy, as you pulled Granger around the couch and sat her down between the two of them. Draco choked on air as he saw who was sitting next to him. He couldn't look away, not from the silky shirt that hung off her body. Or her shiny wavy hair, the way the eye shadow sparkled under the lights that flashed in the common room. 

You bit your lip as you sat on Mattheos lap, one hand sneaking under the shirt to rub his thumb over your back. The other gripping tightly on your barely covered thigh. He pressed a kiss onto your shoulder as you started speaking to Hermione. 

“Ok, a few ground rules. Don't go out on the dance floor without someone from the group. Probably me, Luna normally goes out with me or Pansy. Pansy brought some random Hufflepuff girl tonight though so I would stay away from them. Pans is a pretty handys drunk.”

Hermione nodded along looking up at you like you were the greatest teacher she had ever met. While Draco looked at her like she was the brightest star in the sky. It was cute, it was the same way Mattheo looked at you. 

“Absolutely no drinks that don't come from one of the guys or myself. That's 100% for your safety, there are some nasty people in Slytherin. Don't want you to get drugged, on that same page any time you have a drink that isn't empty and you want to dance or have to pee, you hand your cup off to Draco.” 

That caught Dracos attention, he leaned back on the couch man spreading his legs. Hermione's cheeks turned pink as she looked at him shyly and quickly. “Why me L/n? It's my party.” Draco half heartedly complained as he turned his head to look at you. 

You smiled and ran your fingers through Mattheos' hair again. “Because birthday boy. Everyone else has a date, meaning their hands are full. Soo.. Deal with it, or I'll take your birthday present back.” You said looking at the back of Hermione's head then back up at him. Laughing when his eyes widened just a bit as he looked down at her. 

You leaned back into Mattheos arms as Draco and Hermione started talking a little. You could feel his lips press kisses against your neck as you sat there watching everything. Pansy was grinding against her date, Blaise was smoking and talking to some other quidditch players while watching Luna spin in circles. Theodore had gotten up to make you and Hermione a drink. 

He had spent ten minutes insisting that he makes your favorite drink, cherry vodka sours, the best out of everyone. Mattheo didn't care if it meant he didn't have to move. Draco wasn't even listening to the group, only to the brown haired beauty in front of him. A glass was shoved in front of your face as Theo announced to Hermione that he had made her one too. 

When you sipped it they all watched your face squish up. Over their laughter you said “A little heavy on the lemon juice, Teddy.” He scoffed and crossed his arms glaring at you playfully after you said “This is why Zucchini makes my drinks”. While you joked around, you felt your boyfriend shift under you. His hand digging around in his pocket before bringing a baggie out. 

He held one of the little blue pills out to you, and Hermione watched with some fear as you took it without question. When he held on out to her she shook her head. You laughed and took it from him, “It's not LCD or something. The twins created these, they allow you to feel the effects of being drunk without your mind being so altered that you can't make decisions.” 

Hermione looked back to Draco who nodded encouragingly. When she took it she turned it in her palm examining it carefully. She didn't take it until she noticed the little triple W on it. She trusted the twins, and was starting to trust you. “I've never heard of this before.” 

Mattheo scoffed, still slightly annoyed that you had brought her along. “Well it's not like you party Granger.. Plus they are very expensive. The Twins only peddle their products to those who they know will buy it. I want my girl to be safe, therefore they know I will buy them.” You blushed slightly at his words, he always had a way of making you feel safe and cared for. 

You turned slightly, pressing your lips to his humming at the taste of fire whiskey. When you pulled back he smiled up at you and whispered “I love you.” You repeated the words back before getting pulled into a conversation with a girl that was standing behind the couch. 

Hermione watched this whole interaction with awe. Everyone always talked about how Riddle was different with you, but it was her first time really seeing it. The way his face lit up when you looked at him. The way his words were softer and warm when he talked to you. How even now as you talked to Daphne Greengrass, he was watching you. 

She turned back to Draco who smiled slightly at her, “What made you come tonight?” He asked with a little tilt to his head. She looked down, fiddling with the bottom button of the shirt she had on. “Ron made it clear that he isn't interested. Said he would never be with someone like me. Y/n found me in the halls, basically drug me here.. It's a forced party invitation, but I'm glad to be here.” 

Draco furrowed his brow “What does he mean someone like you?” You stopped talking to Daphne, and looked down at Mattheo. He knew you were listening to their conversation, wanting to know what Ron meant as well. So he shooed Greengrass off rudely, laughing a little when you scowled at him. You leaned down and rested your forehead against the side of his head as he looked out over the party. His eyes found Luna easily, ensuring that nobody was bothering her before find Pansy and then going back to you. 

“He means because I'm not constantly just willing to follow Harry around. I question why we are doing things.. If we should be doing them, if there's a smarter way. Because I don't just blindly follow him like a leader, that's wrong. Also I think because he hates how easy school comes to me. I'm always trying to help them or asking if they have finished homework and such. I guess I'm too much of a goodie two shoes..” She broke off and her eyebrows scrunched like she was starting to believe her own words.

Hermione's words resonated with Draco and you, because it was one of the reasons you two had become so close. Both rebelling against death eater families, both in the top five of your grade. Neither of you would blindly follow anyone around anymore, not even Mattheo. It had originally put a target on your backs. And for someone to use that as a reason to not like someone was stupid. 

Hermione had probably saved both Ron and Harrys lives more than either of them could count. She was a valuable and integral part of their group, and Ron had ruined that. Before Draco could speak Luna made her way back to the group and squealed. “Mione!” 

The two embraced and Hermione relaxed even more with someone she was so familiar with being around. Luna perched herself on your lap, causing Mattheo to dramatically groan. She shushed him and started whispering to you. “Harry and Ron are here.. Ron brought that flower girl and Ron's little sister, I thought you should know since I saw you brought Hermione.” 

You nodded and scanned the crowd, easily finding Harry's messy curly hair and Rons bright red hair. They looked ridiculously out of place, Ginny looked excited while Lavender looked uncomfortable. ‘Good.’ you thought, wondering how they got in without an invitation. Luna got up and moved to Blaises lap when he sat down by Theodore. Pansy and her date soon join as Theodore brought out his stash of weed. 

You kept one hand running through Mattheos hair as you switched between watching the group and watching how close Ron was. Mattheo soon noticed and looked trying to figure out who you were watching so closely. He knew you were not uncomfortable, but you were normally so focused on the group that whatever was distracting you, was distracting him. 

When he found the redhead about half way across the room, he stiffened. Mattheo didn't want any drama to ruin your night. And if Ron started in on Hermione then he knew you would start in on him, which would mean Mattheo would have to start in on Ron. His legal last name might be Lestrange, and people might think that his mothers first husband, Rodolphus, is his father. But the group knew who he was, the son of the Dark Lord, a Riddle not a Lestrange. And he would fight or kill anyone who upset him, and by extension you. 

He gripped the back of your neck and turned your head to face him, whispering to you with his lips so close they brushed yours with each word. “Do you want me to make them leave?” You shook your head whispering back “As long as they stay over there, and don't interfere I think it will be fine.” You pressed your lips against his and pulled back before he could press back harder, Theodore fake gagged. You laughed and pulled away, turning back to the group, Pansy looking at you then over to Ron and back to you with her eyebrow lifted. 

The question was clear, but you shook your head a little and she nodded. Mattheo and Theodore watched this silent interaction and scoffed. “I hate when you two do that.” Theodore groaned before passing Mattheo the blunt, you two laughed. You knew they all hated it, but Pansy has been your best friend since year one. Before you were friends with Teddy or Draco, before you met Mattheo or Blaise you and her had clicked. 

You were the first person she told when she realized she was bi. She was the first person you told when Mattheo had kissed you. The two of you knew every single one of each other's secrets. As far as platonic soulmates go, Pansy was your number 1 and you were hers. 

The group had never believed in platonic soulmates, or having more than one until The Dark Lord came back. When the war between death eaters started, it was proven. You all stuck together no matter what. Mattheo led you all through the war, it was over almost as soon as it started. Most of your parents stuck with their kids, only you and Draco had been disowned. Mattheo killed his father before he could ever really be discovered and life went on. 

Years from now you would all sit around and talk about your lives together while your kids all played together. It was a written part of destiny for you all to meet and be together. 

Two blunts later everyone besides Hermione was buzzed. So when Pansy said she wanted to dance, you pushed off Mattheo and grabbed Hermione. Luna jumped up and clapped her hands, she always wanted to dance more than the rest of you. “I don't know how to dance like this.” Hermione said as you pulled her to a free spot on the floor. 

You smiled and turned her around “Just trust me” You said into her ear as your hands found her waist. ‘Such a whore Stellular remix’ By JVLA started playing as you brought her back and hips against yours. You started swaying back and forth “close your eyes and feel the music. Move with me and relax” you said your lips brushing against her ear. 

Your eyes locked onto Mattheo  and he smirked at you, he loved everything about you. He loved how even though you were dancing with someone else, your eyes were on him. Just like you loved that he was carrying on a conversation with the other guys but watching you. Draco beside him was watching Hermione. 

As the effects of the alcohol started to set in, Hermione relaxed, her head falling back just a little allowing her neck to show as her hair fell over your shoulder. After a little while of dancing Luna ends up behind you, with Pansy behind her and the hufflepuff behind her. All the guys are laughing and talking as they watch their girls all dance together. 

None of the guys dare to get close enough to even bump into you. Single girls flock closer wanting the safety of being near you. Soon it's a mosh pit of women dancing in the middle of the floor, soon the music cuts off though and Blaise holds his wand to his throat. “Good evening everyone! Thanks for coming out and celebrating with us! As you all know I always throw myself a party, but this year it's special! We are celebrating two birthdays that happened over break! Hence the theme.. So If I can ask all the men to leave the dance floor.. The ladies who followed the theme to find the floor.. You know what to do.” 

Pansy turned to her date, Luna stayed between you and her, while you kept Hermione turned towards Draco. ‘Grind with me’ by Pretty Ricky came on. Blaise raised his glass and returned to his seat, his eyes on Luna who pulled her summer dress off and revealed a cute bodycon babydoll pale pink in color with printed flowers. 

Pansy pushed her date's blazer off, while shrugging her own button down off both wearing matching corsets with lace panties and stockings. Many girls around you started dropping shirts or loose dresses. Corset sets, babydolls, teddies and bodysuits were revealed, leaving the dance floor littered in clothing. 

You watched Draco watch Hermione as your fingers reached for the buttons of Dracos shirt. “If you get uncomfortable all you have to do is tell me and I'll stop, understand?” You said as you rested your chin on her shoulder. She nodded but you spoke again, one hand reaching for her jaw turning her head towards you “You have to say it out loud.. Verbal consent only. Never let anyone do anything you don't want. If there's a question on if you like it or not.. Then a conversation needs to happen, never let someone test your boundaries or push them if you don't want them too.” 

“Yes, I understand.” She said as she then turned and locked eyes with Draco. Your fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, fingers running along her chest and shoulders as you slowly pulled it off her. ‘Faded (ODESZA remix) by ZHU’ played next as you moved one hand back to her hip, the other running the tips of your fingers up her arm. Goosebumps raising in their wake. 

She leaned her head back against your shoulder as the two of you moved together to the music. Your fingers wrapped around her throat lightly as men started moving back to the floor to dance with their dates. Both Mattheo and Draco readjusted on the couch as they watched you press your lips to the side of her throat. Theodore chuckled at you and them before he went back over to the bar. He knew that Mattheo wouldn't let it go much further and you would be back for drinks. 

Hermione kept her eyes locked on the blond birthday boy. The way he was watching her filled her with euphoria. She felt exhilarated as your lips moved up her neck and Draco's eyes darkened. This was something she never thought she would be doing. And while she was still in her right mind she was thankful for the pill Mattheo had given her. She knew she was in control of her actions while still feeling relaxed. 

It was the start of a lot of good things for her. 

It was the start of ‘The little lion’ hanging out with the snakes. 

The downfall of the golden trio as the silver gang just kept rising. 

That night you taught her how to dance. But it was just the first of many adventures.

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PART 2

[theosmommy1966]

Mattheo Riddle- Just friends

After a long and exhausting night of trying to find some stupid tiara in the overflowing room of requirement you were happy to just plop down on the couch in the  common room.. That is until a deep voice from a chair over by the other fireplace startled you, "I wondered when you would come back." 

You turned your head to the side, still not moving your body as you looked at Mattheo Riddle. He smiled a little, relieved that you had calmed down from earlier when you were screaming at him and Draco about not doing their part with the tasks.  "You want to talk about whatever all that was earlier?" 

You shake your head and make grabby hands in his direction, he chuckles before pushing himself off the chair and making his way to you. He let you pout for a moment before he hoisted you off the couch and into his arms. Your cheek is pressed against his shoulder as your eyes get heavy. 

You're tired in a way you haven't been in a long time. You wished that Cissy hadn't put the weight of watching Draco and Mattheo on you, but you knew it was for the best. That didn't mean you had to be happy about it. OR that you had to be nice to Draco.

A slight blush filled your cheeks as Mattheo lifted and readjusted your legs around his waist. Moving his hands further up your thighs, fingers digging into your skin threw the bare material of your stockings. He bent down slightly signaling for you to open the door when he made it to his single bed dorm. Pushing with one foot to let it swing open, resting your chin on his shoulder. Trying to ignore the fact he could probably feel the warmth radiating from between your thighs.

He didn't stop in the main area, instead making his way into the bathroom. Sitting you on the counter before turning around and setting his hands on either side of you. Bringing his face down so you are eye level with his dark eyes.

"So.. Are you ready to tell me what was going on." He said it more like a statement, it wasn't a question of if more like when. He was going to get it out of you, he just didn't know how far he would have to push.

You felt your teeth clamp down on your lip as you shook your head. When he sighed and turned around you felt relief flood into you.

For about a second.

Until he reached back and pulled his shirt off, fluidly turning the shower on just after. In that moment you knew you were in trouble, if he really wanted to know he would figure it out. Part of you wanted him to want to know.. Just to see how far he would take it. The other part was screaming just tell him now, before your to stupid to watch yourself.

When he turned back to you he was unbuckling his belt leaving it in the loops as he pushed his slacks off. Leaving him in just his black boxers, you had to force yourself to not look down. You already knew what was waiting for you, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of looking.

The steam from the heated water started filling the air, making the small room feel smaller somehow. He was only one step away from you, so his hands easily found your hips pulling you off the counter. His eyes stayed on yours as he pushed your skirt and stockings down. 

You tried to not laugh at the extra effort he put in to try and not ruin your stockings. But when you cracked a smile you were rewarded with his in return. And a beautiful smile it was. The way it lit up his entire face was breathtaking. Mattheo Riddle was a beautiful man, scars and all.

Not that you would ever call him beautiful out loud. You had called him hot before, even sexy here or there. But beautiful seemed like it would cross the line the two of you had drawn. The line where it moves from friends with benefits to who knows what. You loved him too much, in too many ways to risk losing everything by alerting him to your feelings.

When he stood, he lightly drug his fingers up the back of your thighs. He slowly unbuttoned your shirt and pushed it down your shoulders. Making sure to press kissed down your throat and across your collarbone. Your hands gripping his biceps as you let out a small groan. Gently squeezing your ass in a way you knew was meant to be teasing. When he was back to his full height he traced the straps of your bra watching his finger dip under it pulling before letting it snapback.

"Are you ready now?" He said slowly, that smile still in place on his face. You could tell that even though he wanted to know, he was enjoying the game he had barely started. And if he was enjoying it... Who were you to end it so quickly?

"I dont know Riddle.. Am I ready to tell you?" You said side stepping him as you pulled your bra off. His eyes followed you until you stepped into the shower, purposefully leaving the curtain open. He sighed through his nose as he watched your figure threw the fogged mirror.

When you raised your arms to pull your hair down you flicked your hair tie at him. Watching him chuckle as he stepped out of his boxers and into the shower.

One of the things you loved about Slytherin, was even in the cold underground dungeon you called home the water never got cold. Whatever water heaters the school had or spells they used were on point. So as you stood there Mattheos chest to your back letting the hot water run over the two of you until your skin warmed, it was divine. When one hand left your hip, and slowly made its way up to your breast kneading roughly you tried to act like you didn't notice. 

"Tell me Y/n" Mattheo said, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, only proving to turn you on further. When you stayed silent he chuckled darkly, before moving his other hand towards the apex of your thighs. When he lazily drug a finger through your lower lips, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. 

Being 5'8 to his 6'0 had its advantages. One hand found its way behind you to his hair, your fingers threading threw. While the other went to the wrist of the hand he had lowered, you knew that if he pulled away you wouldn't stop him. You physically couldn't stop him even if you wanted too, but if he wanted to stop you would never push that. 

His rough fingers easily found your clit, while his other hand moved from your breast to your throat. Wrapping his fingers around it to hold you in place, brushing his lips across your shoulder. A soft moan escapes your lips as he starts rubbing sloppy but quick circles over your clit. 

"Theo.." You moaned, digging your nails into his skin, trying to not give too much away. You knew what he was going to do, you gladly were accepting. You were waiting for him to reprimand you for saying Theo instead of his full name. Normally he hated it when anyone called him Theo because that's what everyone called Theodore. 

Really though he didn't care what you said in that moment, he just loved the way your sounds of pleasure made his chest warm. He loved the way his skin felt like it was unfire but also relaxed whenever you touched him. The unconscious way you moved towards him in crowds. How your eyes would seek him out when you were stressed or anxious. He loved everything about you, except your short fuse. 

But he figured everyone had a downfall and a short temper was definitely one of his as well. Everyone had a flaw that someone couldn't stand.  He knew that you held it together to the best of your ability. Like earlier in the dorms when you snapped and told some first years to fuck off, it had been coming all day. He could tell by the way you tapped your fingers against your arm, the way you bounced from foot to foot. 

Draco had also told him you had been the same during class and in the great hall. Between the stress of failing a test and having to visit Dumbledore, the stress of maybe seeing your hateful brother every moment in the halls. Then knowing there was a meeting coming up soon and last but not least Draco and your brother having it out in the bathroom. 

Then during dinner Adrain had come over, that was bad enough but then when he was touching you.. It set Mattheo ablaze with an emotion he couldn't quite name, one he hadn't felt often. And had never felt towards you. All he knew was that he lived for these moments, the moments in one of your rooms. Or the few times you had pressed him against the wall in a quiet hall. It was what got him through the shitty days. 

So with that in mind, he moved his hand lower pushing a finger into you harshly. Pumping only a few times before adding another. He could feel your pussy fluttering around them, he felt himself growing hard at the feeling. 

You were trying to not show how much you were enjoying it. That of course didn't matter because Mattheo knew your body almost better than you did. You turned your head, his lips catching yours as he continued pumping his thick fingers into you. He pulled away letting your moans fill the air as you started to tighten around him, "Tell me what was wrong." 

You groaned  a little and bit your lip, just a few more seconds and you would be over the edge. 

As he read your mind, he ripped his fingers out of you. "Fuck.. Come on.." His other hand was still firmly around your throat, so you couldn't pull away. His fingers brushed over your clit again, so lightly you almost couldn't tell if it happened. You felt yourself push your hips forward, trying to keep whatever contact you could. 

"Do you think I'll let you cum before you tell me?" He said biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. You shook your head, a small smile on your face as he squeezed your throat a little tighter. Cutting off just a bit of the air flow to your lungs. "Ah, that means you like being a brat." 

When his fingers found his way back into you, you couldn't stop the way your back arched. It only took a small twist and curl of his fingers for him to find the sponginess of your g-spot. Pushing the pads of his fingers against it every time he pushed in or pulled out. 

The sensation along with the slight light headedness was overwhelming.  The motion quickly brought you to the edge again. "Theo.. Dont.. Please.." You begged knowing he was going to do it again if you didn't answer him. At this point honestly you couldn't remember why you wouldn't answer him. You were just along for the ride.. and so far the ride was fabulous. 

When he pulled out again a whine found its way from between your lips. He spun you around this time, pressing you against the cold stone wall. Your mind barely registered it as his lips found yours. Kissing your ferociously both his hands now wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you up the wall. 

Before you could even take a breath to start begging he was pushing into you. Your head falls back to the wall, as your nails dig into the skin of his back. You heard him hiss but nothing really mattered. You were with the person you loved, doing one of your favorite things. Nothing could stop you at this moment, someone could've walked in and neither of you would've stopped. 

There had been times where Draco busted into Mattheos dorm in moments just like this. And Matthoes pace never faltered. He didn't stop what he was doing as Draco freaked out before turning and hightailing it out of there.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he pounded into you. "Fuck, Ill never get use to how tight you are." He said his fingers digging into your thighs so hard that you knew there would be bruises. "I can feel you, you're ready to cum.. All you have to do is tell me what was going on.. Tell me now or I'll stop." 

Your mind told you to keep your mouth shut, but your body won out. "Fuuckk.." You seethed threw your teeth trying to hold on. Two hard thrusts later it all just spilled out "I just don't like Draco.. Those two first years just pissed me off being all whiny about being in Slytherin.. Harry pisses me off.. Adrian's touch makes me want to vomit. Fuckk.."

You moved your head fell to his shoulder as he held all your weight, muscles in his arm flexing to help move your body. "I just feel more stressed than normal with all these tasks and the upcoming meeting.. Im sorry." Finally the rest of the weight rose off your shoulders. 

The groan that came from Mattheoss throat made you clench, only making him groan again. When you finally felt the band of your orgasm snap, your vision went white. Buzzing sounds filled your ears, you could barely hear Mattheo tell you he was cumming too. 

You didn't remember making the choice to rake your nails down his scarred back. You were sure there were spots where he was bleeding. But through those final few thrusts nothing mattered. Not the soreness of your thighs, not the stinging in his back. Just the euphoric feeling flowing between the two of you.  

When he finally set you down, it was quiet besides the sound of the water and the hazy breaths. He left his arms wrapped around your waist and back while your legs stopped shaking. The rest of the shower was spent gently washing each other, his arm firmly around your waist. The smell of his teakwood body wash filled your nose, he scrubbed hard enough to lightly pink your skin. Having showered with you enough to know how you would do it. 

He didn't wash your hair, knowing you would be pissed if he didn't condition it but he rinsed it. You washed his hair as he held you up, lightly pulling at it as you rinsed it.  Using your hands to wash his skin, rubbing the tension out from his shoulders. He pressed his lips against your forehead before turning the water off and stepping out. 

"You don't have to apologize to me for being stressed Y/n.. You know that right?" Mattheo asked as his fingers brushed through the tangled mess of your hair. He was now on his back with you on his chest, even though you were mostly asleep you answered with a nod and hum. 

"I know there's something else going on.. I just want you to remember I'll be here when you are ready to talk. I will always be here Y/n, I'll always protect you." His soft voice was the last thing you heard as you fell into the darkness. Feeling completely relaxed and safe under the blankets wrapped in Mattheos arms. 

You slept wrapped in each other's arms that night. A silent dreamless sleep comforting both of you. The beat of your hearts as well as your breath synced with each other. Both on your side, your hands against his chest while his arms were wrapped around you.

One under your head keeping it tightly tucked under his chin, the other around your waist. Your legs tangled together. Every part of you that could be touching was. Had anyone walked in and seen you two,  they would never have thought you were 'just friends'.

[theosmommy1966]

Marauders Epilogue prt 2

I just want to thank all of you who have stuck with this mini series and liked any of my other posts! When I started this one I was super nervous and the nerves just kept building. But suprisingly I am in no way nervous to post this. I love how it ended and I think you all will as well <3

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Also I wanted to say that the epilogue in whole ended up being 13,566 words. Which is only 54 words shorter than all 4 parts combined! 😂 Told you it got a little out of control!

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PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

EPILOGUE 1

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The library was tense with four teenagers who were all feeling a range of emotions towards their mother. Their mother was sitting perched on her desk waiting for the barrage of questions. 

Surprisingly Owen was more upset than anyone. He never suspected that his sisters and brother didn't belong to his father. He felt like he had been lied to in the same way he thought  they had been. Their lack of anger only confused and angered him more. 

Macaria was just upset at how out of uncontrol the situation had gotten. It was also becoming increasingly harder for her to block out the feelings of those around her. Owen and Leo's anger was starting to burn her skin, she knew that one of them was going to lash out soon. 

Asteria was still trying to process all of the things she had seen in Sirius’ head. It broke her heart to see all the times the man had hurt her mother, all the broken looks she had given him. The times he had added to the fractures of her self image. It also stung deeply to know that he had hated herself and her siblings before they had even been born. 

She and the other two had always known that Draven wasn't their biological father. They had been to more doctors in their lifetime than any healthy person should be. All because their bloodline was so weird. Four lines all mixed into their bodies and doctors constantly worried that there would be a negative effect. 

It was the one and only reason that Draven hadn't used blood magic to make them Malfoys. Legally their last name was Malfoy, they appeared on the family tree but their pictures were lighter than that of their other siblings. If it had been Abraxas’ choice they wouldn't be heirs to the Malfoy fortune. Even though the man loved the three of them, they were the only grandchildren he had ever met. 

Leonis was the one who finally broke the silence that was growing tenser and tenser. “I just want to know why they are here..” He ignored the incredulous look Owen threw him as the triplets all watched their mother. 

You shrugged and clasped your hands over your knee, “I'm going to guess that it was their weekend with Harry and Lily didn't think about any repercussions of them being here. It's not like her and I have talked about it much. We kind of ignore the fact that I had children with them, because they have nothing to do with you three. It was honestly just an oversight, I'm sure Lily will beat herself up over it.” 

Leo nodded, accepting the answer he was given without a second thought. He knew that his mother had always been honest with the three of them when it came to this. Draven had always treated them the same way he treated the next three. They had never felt like they were the ‘step kids’ or the ‘adopted ones’. They were just the first three Malfoys for the next generation. 

They all had Malfoy crest jewelry, Leo a ring, Macaria a necklace and Asteria a bracelet. They all had their part of the Avery fortune as well as plenty of Malfoy money in their accounts.  None of them had ever wanted or asked twice for anything. New robes every year, the latest brooms or books. It was just a shock to see the men who were supposed to be their fathers. 

You stood and moved to stand in front of the triplets “I'm sorry that you had to meet them this way.. Or really at all. Had I known they were going to be here I would have warned you. Trust me your father was freaking out, even Cissy–” Before you could get any farther a cold laugh cut you off. 

“Except he isn't their father.. They aren't even Malfoys!! You've been lying to all of us!” Owen yelled, his face turning red with anger as he pointed his finger at you. “You lied and kept this from all of us while pretending that they were my siblings!!” 

All four of you were caught off guard by what he was saying. “Owen we are your siblings, just your half siblings!” Macaria cried tears starting to slip from her eyes as Owen shook his head and looked at her with slight disgust. 

Asteria stepped forward trying to reason with her brother logically. “I know it's a lot of information to take in Owen, we have known our whole lives and it's still a lot. But we are your siblings and Draven is just as much our father as he is yours.” 

Owens' anger and heartbreak was becoming overwhelming for him. He couldn't even understand why he was so mad, he just felt like his whole life had been a lie. “He is more my father than he ever will be yours! You realize now I'm the Malfoy heir! Not you Leonis!” His hands wrapped around the edge of one of the books shelfs as he shoved it over. Macarias yelp of shock making him whip around to face the group again. 

Macaira was holding onto you from one side as Asteria stood half a step ahead of you both on the other side. Leonis standing in front of you holding his hand out to his younger brother. Owens' words had made him understand what this was about. “Owen I am the first male heir for the Malfoys.. I'm on the family tree, all those responsibilities are still mine. This changes nothing! Father knew before we were even born about all of this! So did grandfather!” 

Owens' ears were ringing in anger and now panic as he thought about all the responsibilities of the first male heir. A good marriage, splitting up inheartences to the next generation. The heir had to oversee all the relationships of their own generation as well as set up the next. Make sure that good and solid marriages were made, that dowerys were sent out and things were paid for. 

He did not process anything as books started making their way into his hands and then through the air. Leo immediately shielded himself as well as his sisters and you from anything that would come near you. He figured he should let Owen get it out, then maybe he would be able to be reasoned with. 

“I HATE YOU!” He screamed as he looked over at you, before spinning around with a thick book in his hands. You went to move forward and yelled no as you realized he was now aiming that book at the pressed sunflowers hanging in a glass frame over the fireplace. The same flowers Draven had gotten you while you were pregnant. 

All of you watched as the book flew through the air, only to pause inches in front of it and then spin back and into the hand of Draven Malfoy. He had entered the library just as the book left his middle son's hand. His eyes quickly took in what was happening in front of him. Just like everyone else, he had a million thoughts and feelings running through him. 

First was that same anger from the garden. The one that made him want to strike out at whoever had his wife in tears. He was furious that now twice today someone had the audacity to speak of or to HIS wife in a malicious way. The woman that had birthed him six children, the woman that he worshiped. 

Next was shame. Draven was ashamed of not only his son, but himself. He felt like he should've told the Marauders that they weren't welcome originally. Told them they could drop off Harry and then pick him up later. But he felt even more shame towards himself as a father. 

Where did he fail his son that allowed Owen to think that it was in any way ok or right to speak to his mother this way. What did or did he not say to give the impression that any of his behavior in this room was acceptable. 

All heads had turned towards him the moment the book started to reverse its direction. Relief had played across Leo and Asterias faces as they realized their dad was here to handle things. Macaria looked exhausted and Draven knew it was because she was feeling everything times five. He watched as Owen got angrier at not being able to destroy something his mother loved. 

Owen felt like it was only fair, in his head, you had destroyed what he thought was a perfect family. So he in turn wanted to destroy something you held near and dear, a gift from the man you loved. It only pushed the heat of his anger further when it had been stopped. 

You had refused to look at Draven. Refused to let him see the tears streaming down your face at your son's words. None of them had ever told you they hated you. Sure they had all been angry at you before, kids get told no and they throw tantrums. But all of your children had always clung to you and Draven like life lines. 

You felt like you had failed as a parent. You had always felt like you failed the triplets in a way, but now you felt like you had failed Owen too. Your heart was breaking as you closed your eyes, Owen's angry face smeared across the darkness that was supposed to be there. His uneven loud breaths and Macarias stifled sobs only hurt your heart more. 

That same coping mechanism was trying to kick in. The one that made you run away from James sixteen years ago, now wanted you to run from Draven and your children. It was the first time in so long that you heard your fathers voice in your head. You had never felt unsafe in Dravens presence before, he had a way of making you feel safe. And you didn't feel unsafe in the same way you had with Sirius screaming at you, but you felt like you needed out of that room.

And that made you feel pathetic. 

Your trauma from your childhood was now in this moment about to affect your kids. Something that you had tried so so hard to not let happen. Your eyes squeezed together as you tried to fight off a panic attack, your mind replaying all the times your father had screamed how much he hated you. When he had screamed that you were worthless and all you did was cause problems for those around you. Now you were causing problems for your kids and your husband. 

“You are worthless.. You always have been.”

“I wish your mother had gotten rid of you like I wanted.”

“You are nothing but a problem and a stain on the Avery line. One I swear to wipe out.” 

The night your father almost killed you started playing through your head unwillingly. The night he had used both his hands and his magic to try and rid himself of you. You could almost feel the breath leave your lungs as your mind remembered how he choked you while somehow maintaining the cruciatus curse. 

He had left you there, on the floor of his study, unconscious barely breathing and bleeding from every limb and orifice. Your mothers house elf had found you, she thought you were dead. But her bony fingers found a pulse that was so weak she didn't think you would make it through the apparition. She tried anyway, knowing it was your one and only shot. 

Monty and Mia had healed you enough to get you to Mungos, where you had spent three weeks recovering. Now you felt that same emotional numbness spreading through you. The one that you had spent years perfecting, it kept you from getting hurt more than you already were. You were so numb you couldn't feel your kids' presence in your mind as they watched your thoughts. 

“Mum?” Leo's voice snapped you out of your horrendous thoughts, your heart hurting a little more when you saw his face. You knew as you looked between the triplets that they had been in your head. Macaria held onto your arm tighter as she kept crying. Asteria turned to look at her father, wanting him to fix everything like he always did. 

Every time one of them was sad, he fixed it. When they were struggling in a subject, he helped them. When they fell as kids and got hurt, he was there to make them laugh while he healed it. She and the others held him up as the perfect father, no one could top him as their dad. 

Draven took a deep breath, trying to not rip his hair out at how out of control the day had gotten. He knew that you felt the need to run, that you felt out of control and scared. “Darling.. Why don't you go lay down for a moment, the others have the party under control. I'll take care of this and come find you.” He watched as you nodded with a blank look on your face, he wanted to stop everything and fix that first. He didn't want you to fall back into depression, but he needed to deal with his kids first. 

But he took twenty seconds to stop you and press his lips to your temple and tell you he loves you as you walked by. Satisfied with the small amount that you relaxed under his lips. When the library door shut he cast a silencing charm and locked the door, one again thankfully that he was proficient in wandless magic. 

“Have I raised you, Owen, to talk to your mother that way?” Draven asked, looking at his first blond child. Owen opened his mouth and pointed away from all of them towards the wall “She lied–” Before he could continue on with his accusations, Dravens hard and slightly louder voice cut him off. “Did I raise you to speak to your mother that way!?” 

All of the teens paused, their father had never really raised his voice at them. He didn't really raise his voice period, but never at them. Owen shook his head as he bit down on his tongue. All he could do now was see all the differences between him and his siblings. The hair color, the bone structure or chubbiness of their cheeks. How even the gray of Macarias eyes wasn't the same as his or his fathers gray. 

“Look at me when I am speaking to you Owen. Not at your siblings.” Draven said as he waved his hand, forcing the bookcase back up the books flying back to their spots. He walked until he was now standing in front of the triplets who had all moved to hold Macaria. Owen sighed and looked up at his fathers face, he could see the anger and disappointment there and it calmed down the heat of his anger just a little. 

“Now.. Tell me what the problem is. What led to you thinking your behavior was justified. Make me understand how this all happened.” Draven said as he turned to look at the triplets then Owen again, waiting for any of them to speak. Leo took the opportunity again as the oldest to do what he felt was his job. 

“We were all up here with Mother, trying to speak to her about what happened in the garden. I asked why they were here, she explained that it was an oversight. That neither of you realized they would be here. Before we could get further into the discussion it was brought to our attention that Owen thinks that because we are not your biological children that he will be forced to carry the burdens of being the first male heir.” 

Leo crossed his arms and looked at his sisters, realizing they were not going to speak he kept going. Looking straight into his fathers eyes like he knew Draven wanted. “We all tried to explain that we are his siblings, and I tried to reassure him that since I am on the family tree that I am still the first heir. Owen informed us that he doesn't feel that you are our father, that we are not Malfoys and then pushed over the shelf. He started throwing books, I cast a shield around us, then you walked in and witnessed everything else.” 

Draven turned to each of his children, all who looked in directly in the eye and nodded, agreeing that Leo's recount was accurate. When he got back to Owen, he could see that the boy was starting to calm down. He had started to realize the weight of his actions and words.  “I want to know the truth.. All of it. Why you adopted them, who their parents are, how this affects Phoebe, Abraxas and myself.. All of it.” 

Draven wanted to tell Owen that he was in no place to be making demands, but he knew just answering his questions was the better road. “I'll tell you everything, but I want you to realize you are grounded after your party. If your mother hadn't put so much effort into this, and it hadn't already been such a horrible day for her, I would tell everyone to leave right now. SO dont think Im allowing it to keep happening because its your birthday because Im not. I'm so disappointed in you.” 

Owen nodded as his father continued, “It's perfectly ok to have questions, or to be upset that you didn't know. But the way you have spoken to your siblings and your mother is completely unacceptable. First and foremost, she is your mother, they are your siblings and I AM their father. Just because biologically they are not mine doesn't mean I am any less their dad than yours.” 

“I adopted them because I was so deeply and fully in love with your mother that my love for the triplets started before they were even born. And when Leo was born and they placed him in my arms, there was no question whatsoever on my part that he was my son. Same with the girls, I felt the same exact way I did when I held you, or when I held the twins. It wasn't a hard decision to adopt them, because I was their father before they were born.”

“I felt them move in your mother's womb, know what their cravings were and which baby they were labeled as. I was there when they were born, not those three boys. I changed their diapers, watched them take their first steps. Aria and Asterias first word was dad, It was me who took them to diagon alley when they started school. Your mother and I have been the ones to go to Leonis’ games, not James or Remus or Sirius. I am their father just as I am yours. End of story and I never want to hear you tell them or anyone else otherwise.” 

Owen looked down feeling the guilt of his words starting to creep in as his father spoke. 

“The whole tantrum over having responsibilities as an heir?” Draven chuckled and shook his head “There are an awful lot of perks you get being part of this family. When was the last time you had a hand me down? The last time you looked at something and thought ‘wow I wish I could afford that’? When was the last time you were on the train and couldn't buy all your friends treats from the trolly? Exactly never.. Because you are an Heir to one of the richest families in our world.” 

“Your siblings hand me downs go to the school to try and help families who are less fortunate than you, or kids who come from orphanages. You have never struggled or wanted for anything. Yet you're upset that you may have to have responsibilities one day? So not only have I taught you that it is alright to scream at and disrespect your mother. But I have taught you it's ok to throw things with your sisters in the room and I have raised you to be a spoiled entitled ass.” 

Owen opened his mouth to say he wasn't spoiled but Draven cut him off, “So if the triplets were no longer part of the family line, would you be so worried about yourself that making sure Phoebe was treated well and taken care of one day would burden you?” Owen shook his head, tears pricking his tear line as he wrung his fingers together. 

“Last but certainly not least, You will never again raise your voice at your mother. She does so much for you that you are so accustomed to, you don't even realize she does it. Who cleans your shoes when they are dirty? Who makes sure all your favorite foods or drinks are stocked when shopping is done? Who makes sure our home is clean? Makes sure that you have big fancy birthday parties every single year? Cause it isn't me and it sure as hell isn't you!” 

Draven was trying to keep his cool, but all he could see was the numb look on your face and the pain in your eyes as you walked past him. “Owen..” He paused and clenched on fist and bit it trying to ground himself as he spoke “You will never speak to your mother like that again. You can run your mouth to all your friends like you and Draco do or whatever.. But none of you will ever speak to my wife like that, ever again. You should be ashamed of yourself, because I am ashamed of myself for raising you to think that's ok. Do you understand me?” Draven finished looking not only at Owen but at the triplets, because he was telling all of them that they would watch how they speak to you. 

When they all nodded he released a breath and nodded to himself, “Go back down to the party.. Your mother and I will be down in a moment.” The four kids practically ran from the library leaving him alone. He rubbed his hands down his face, feeling more stressed than he had in a very very long time. He looked up at the framed flowers that almost got destroyed and was glad that he had gotten here just in time. 

Sighing he made his way to the bedroom he shared with you, and found you sitting at your vanity almost examining yourself in the mirror. His heart clenched at the pain that was written across your face. He leaned down slightly, his hands on the vanity in front of you and pressed his lips to your neck. You sighed just a little before the facade crumbled and you covered your mouth and sobbed. 

No words were spoken as you turned and buried your head into his shoulder. Draven bent down to his knees to make it easier for you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Holding you to him as he knelt between your thighs and listened to you cry. When you started to apologize he shook his head and pulled you away from him. 

With his forehead pressed to yours he spoke softly “You have nothing to be sorry for. There was a lot of unexpected stress and baggage today. Owen didn't mean what he said, My love. He feels horrible now that he has calmed down and he will be apologizing later. You are a wonderful mother to all of our children.” 

When you shook your head, foreheads still pressed together he nodded causing you to chuckle just a little. “You are more than I ever could have asked for. I never thought I would be blessed with a love so completely encompassing. I never thought I would find the person I believe to be my soulmate. That's what you are Y/n, my soulmate.” 

Words of affirmation and short kisses to your neck or forehead were all that passed between the two of you as you allowed yourself to cry for a few more moments. When you felt like you had your emotions back in control you stood, pulling Draven with you and smiled up at him. “Sorry about your shirt.. I don't know why I freaked out like that..” 

He shook his head and ran a hand through your hair, “You don't have to downplay your pain with me, Darling. I know that Owen saying he hates you must've brought up feelings from your past. It's healthy to deal with them so you can heal from the moment and move on. Just remember that he didn't mean it, that he loves you very very much. We all do. Hell Brax won't leave you alone, he's definitely a momma boy.” 

Almost on cue, you heard his soft voice babbling from the hall, “Mamamama”. Next was a knock, which Draven opened midway to reveal Evan holding your little blond baby. Abraxas huffed when Draven held his hands out for him, turning to look behind Evan for you, who he clearly wanted. 

Draven laughed as you wiped your makeup quickly and then moved forward to scoop Abraxas from your friend. Little chubby hands found your cheeks as Abraxas forced you to look at him and listen to his babbles. “Snubbed by my own child.. How rude.” Draven laughed as he watched you smile brightly at your baby, before walking away listening to whatever story he was telling you. 

“She alright?” Evan said, causing Draven to turn towards him and nod. “She will be, Owen clearly lost his mind today. Yelled at her and the triplets, pushed a bookcase over and threw some. But she's alright now, I just want to finish this party.”

The two then followed behind you and made their way through the kitchen for a beer, then out to where everyone was gathered a dance floor. 

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After Draven had left the garden Sirius stood and turned towards Remus who pulled his wand out and quickly fixed his broken nose. This time unlike times before, Remus didn't apologize for the pain it caused or give him a countdown. Remus felt like he deserved his broken nose. 

James stayed rooted to his place, still staring over at the hedges drowning in regret. The only thing that broke him out was when a dark head of messy hair came around the corner he was staring at. 

Harry looked between the three men, and suddenly felt like he didn't know them at all.  They had all taken care of him his whole life, and now he learned that there were three kids that belonged to all of them. Three kids that they left, walked away from and didn't help at all. 

Not only that but then he watched his dad, Sirius, talk horribly about their mother. So now Harry wondered if that's how he spoke of his mother when he wasn't around. Did he call Lily worthless? Did he hate Lily? Why did Sirius love him, but hate his own children? Why did his father keep him but not them?

Remus looked between Harry and James before speaking “Harry if you have any questions, you're allowed to ask them. We won't be upset.” Harry nodded, trying to figure out which question he wanted to ask first. One winning out over them all, “Is that how you speak of my mother when I'm not around?” He said directly to Sirius, it wasn't the question he thought he would ask but whatever. 

Sirius shook his head, slightly shocked that the boy thought that. Sirius loved Lily, and thought she was a great mother. While he hadn't liked James being away from them again, he didn't hate Lily the way he hated you. “Of course not Harry! I love Lily! Like a sister of course but she's wonderful!” 

Harry shook his head then turned to look at his father, “Why did you keep me but not them?” 

James sucked in a breath, he had no clue how to answer that question but knew he needed to try. So he knelt down as Harry walked over and stood in front of him. “If I'm honest, Harry, I don't know. It wasn't really about the kids I guess.. I didn't even know they were triplets..” 

James looked up at Remus, wondering if he had known and just kept it to himself. But he shook his head and looked down in shame. “I was young, and we made a decision as a group to not be involved. I made the choice separately a few years later to stay involved with you. I don't have a good way to answer your question but I'm trying. I'm sorry.” 

Harry took a step back, looked between the three men and then thought about the different feelings he could see on the triplets' faces when he saw them earlier. “I.. I dont think it's me that you should be apologizing to.” Was all the little 13 year old boy said before he turned around and made his way back to his friends party. 

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Once everyone made their way back to the party, Draven announced that everyone would have the opportunity to dance to the sacred 28 family waltz. It was a tradition that when a boy turned 14, he was given a piece of family jewelry. They celebrated with a party and a dance, one that used to be performed with whoever you were betrothed to, but that had changed. 

It was still an honor to be asked to dance with someone during this though. Owen asked for a sweet Hufflepuff from his year, Draco asked Hermione Granger, Luna asked Neville,  Harry asked Ginny Weasley even though she was a year younger than him. Evan and Regulus stood in the center, next to Lucius and Cissy as well as you and Draven. 

Leonis asked the girl he had been crushing on, Asteria decided not to dance. And Macaria danced with Hunter, who was accustomed to dancing together. Hunter  was a muggle who she had met at muggle dance classes when she was younger. The two had hit it off immediately and were best friends. 

So when the music started and they all started to move, it was like second nature to them as well as the purebloods on the floor. The adults overheard Draco telling Hermione to just let him lead, and it would be fine. Leo told Bella that he always thought these dances were silly, but he was happy to be dancing with her. 

They all kept dancing, even after the first song was over. Macaria pulled Hunter off to the side, not noticing the adults that were around her as she spoke. “Look.. Look at how my father holds my mother when they dance. Pay attention to how his face is when they look at each other. That's how I need you to look at me when we dance at the competition next week.” 

She flicked her wand and watched the faces of all the girls on the floor light up as ‘Time of my life’ came on the speakers. Dirty Dancing was a movie that they all still loved a few years after it had come out. Macaria knew that her parents, as well as the other adult couples all knew the dance by heart. 

She also knew that her brother Leo knew it by heart, thought it would get him a few brownie points with Bella. Pandora smiled and stepped up behind her niece, “What are you guys whispering about?” Hunter jumped, startled by her appearance but Aria wasn't. She pointed at her parents as you placed your hand one on Dravens arm, and the other in his hand. While he dipped you for the first time in the dance Aria spoke. 

“Hunter and I have a huge competition next week. The final dance is supposed to be a copy of an important dance to someone close to us. We are doing their wedding dance. Problem is, Reggie says Hunter needs to work on how he holds me and looks at me. So I'm forcing him to pay attention.” 

They watched as you performed the full basic and half basic steps, turning and stepping away. They watched how your eyes always found Dravens even if just for a split second. Hunter sighed dramatically “Sorry I can't look at you like you hung the stars and moon.. You're not exactly my type, sweetheart.” Hunter rolled his eyes sassily before looking back at you both. He had to admit, ever since he had known the Malfoy family, he had hoped to find a love like yours a Dravens. 

As both of you took turns spinning the other around, then doing some more half basic steps before cross body leading into the next part of the dance. “They obviously didn't do this dance at their wedding though? It had not come out yet.” Pandora said confusedly, she was slightly aware that the Marauders were hovering nearby, listening. But she chose to ignore it, and carry on with how she would normally act. 

Macaria sighed happily, smiling as Draven spun you around a few times and you threw your arms up leaning from side to side. You both had smiles on your faces, Draven had a look of pure adoration. It was clear to every single person who looked that you were all the light in his life. Every star in his sky had been safely hung by you. Every candle lit with your laughter, every smile of his caused by an action of yours. 

“No,  but they could never replicate that dance exactly. Even this dance, that's laid out in a movie they can't do step by step. They just love dancing together, so it just comes out however it comes out. An extra turn or dip here and there. A few missed steps because they are laughing. But the way he holds her and looks at her is the same now as it was when they got married.” Asteria explained as she came up to stand with the group. She also knew that the Marauders were listening, but she too had decided to ignore their presences. 

“Shush, Hunter watch this part.” Macaria said, grabbing Hunter's arm trying to get his attention as Draven and you flawlessly performed the first partial lift. One of your arms locked down into Dravens hand, his other around your waist as he lifted you up. One leg bent behind you, the other out straight. The two of you were still looking directly at each other, but where Evan turned Regulus around three times then let him down and spun him around and set back up. 

Draven turned and turned and turned until you giggled loudly. Then he set you down and you both ungracefully set back up weirdly kissing your hand, half a beat behind everyone else. Then Draven wildly looked around, as the two of you were accidentally left in the middle of the floor. The couples had split, boys to one side (Including Evan) and girls to the other (including Reggie let's be real.. He would want to be lifted, not lifting..) 

Those who were watching, watched as all the girls and Regulus fucking Black ran towards their partners. Doing a little jump as the men's hands found their waists, pushing them up into the air. All those lifted had their right leg a little lower than their right, backs arched and arms out as they all laughed. 

Luna fully knocked Neville over as he panicked with her running at him. He had been stepping on her toes the entire time and sweating with nerves. Luna just laughed and plucked small pieces of grass out of his hair before skipping away her hair flying from side to side as the rest finished the dance. 

Harry stumbled a little as Ginny ran towards him, but caught her just in time. Draco and Blaise chuckled and for once were thankful their friend's mother had forced them all to watch the muggle movie. Leonis was already thinking over the best way to ask Bella to be his girlfriend, as well as a thank you gift for his mother. He was sure being able to execute the entire dance including the lift perfectly had secured his spot in the girls heart. 

Lucius had a genuine smile on his face, one that the Marauders had never seen as he lowered his wife to him. He thought this whole thing was silly, but would do it over and over to see Narcissa smile at him the way she was now. 

Evan tried to not roll his eyes as he stared up at the full grown man in the air. Regulus had his eyes closed, arms out as he hummed the music. Both knew that others would look at them and think horrible things. But they didn't care, they loved each other more than anything in the world. The only opinions that mattered to them were those of their friends. And they knew their friends loved them just the way they were. Dramatic Black genes and all. 

Draven held his core tight with his arms up as he looked up at his gorgeous wife. All the love he felt for you shining through on his face. He slowly spun himself and you around twice before locking eyes with you again and lowering you down. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he started doing some little basic and half basic steps. The music finished as the two of you giggled at each other, all the stress and sadness from the library gone. 

Draven held one arm under your butt and the other around your back as he spun around a few more times. When you stopped he pressed him lips against yours softly then pulled away. “I love you more than I could ever tell you. You are my moon and our kids are my stars.” 

You smiled at him, faces almost even as he kept holding you up. “I love you too Draven.. You're my savior.” You unlocked your legs, letting your feet hit the floor before Draven spun you away to dance with Evan. People from the floor running out to join the now herd of people dancing. 

Asteia ran out to find her father, Hunter laughed and pulled Marcaria back out. Xenophilius held his hand out to Pandora who took it, then ran pulling him behind her. Eventually it was just the three men, all contemplating their part in the road that led them there. Sirius walked away and apparated home, no longer wanting to be in your presence. 

 Remus searched the crowd for the three teens he now knew about. Smiling sadly as he watched Asteria dance with Draven, Leo dance with you and Macaria dance with Hunter. All of you had smiles on your faces and love in your eyes as he was filled with regret. Then he hugged James and kissed his cheek before taking his leave as well. 

James watched as you and Draven found your way back to each other when the song was over. He saw the way he looked at you, the look Macaria was talking about and realized he had never looked at anyone like that. And he didn't think anyone had ever looked at him like that. In that moment, one that was filled with regret, he decided to find his version of Draven. 

You and Draven shared one last long kiss before the music ended. Owen pulled you both off the floor so he could start opening gifts, and the party went on. But no one missed the way Draven kept looking at you. Because at the end of the day, you really had hung each and every star in Draven Malfoys sky.

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Draco x Reader part 2

Sorry this took so long to get out. I struggled with writing it a little but hopefully you guys like it!

PART 1

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^^^^Charlie Weasley^^^^^

6 MONTHS LATER

You were sitting in the baby barn watching your friend Lisa as she counted little dragons. She often ended up with bites or scratches so normally you, as the reserves nurse, just sat in here with her when she was working. The guys would send a patronus if they were coming up with someone who was injured. 

Thankfully the biggest thing you normally dealt with was burns, a bit off finger one time. Normally it was normal things, someone twisting an ankle on the rocks or the flu. It was a relatively easy and stress free job, you loved it. You could wear normal clothes, normally jeans and a t shirt with a hoodie or flannel over it. You had a million different pairs of shoes you wore. 

Duck boots, Riding boots, rain boots, combat boots and of course a large number of sneakers.  Varias hoodies that Teddy had bought you or that you had collected over the months. You had even stolen a few of Charlie's old Wealsey sweaters simply because they were warm and too small for him. 

That's what you were wearing today, skinny jeans tucked into rain boots since it was a muddy spring day. A dark red knitted sweater with a large C in the middle of it hanging off one shoulder and down past your hips just a little. It was clearly one that had been made for Charlie in his early years at Hogwarts because he would bust out of it now. 

Speaking of the buff, long haired Wealsey he had quickly found a soft spot in your heart to make his home. He met you the first day, showed you around and introduced you to everyone. Even though he was seven years older than you he was one of your best friends. 

It would also be a lie to say there were a few times over the last two months that things haven't gotten… Tense.. 

Moments where your faces were just a little to close. Where your eyes or his lingered a little too long or a little too low. Really your eyes lingered far too long when he came back with his shoulder and part of his chest burnt. Your hands had shaken the entire time you were applying the burn cream. If he noticed he kept it to himself thankfully. 

The last week or two others had started picking up on it. Richard who owns the reserve, Lisa of course and a few of the trainers who worked closely with Charlie. Lisa had taken upon herself to try and get the two of you together. 

“I know your freshly single but why not just give him a try.. A test ride if you want.” She said laughing at her own words while she rubbed the nose of a welsh green whelp. You stopped writing your list of medical supply needs as you thought over her words. 

You hadnt touched anyone in the last six months, not sexually at least. You haven't even touched yourself, and it wasn't like your last few times with Draco had been very pleasing. But you just didn't feel ready, like you didn't have the right amount of closure or something. You just thought it was too soon, the divorce was barely finalized. 

“I just got the paperwork today that our divorce has been finalized. As of Monday things between Draco and I will officially and legally be over. You have to try and remember I had been with him since I was 14, we got married when I was 18 and now at 26 I'm divorced. 12 years is a long time to be with someone, and then just have them not want you. And six months isn't a lot of time to get over it.”

Lisa stopped her work and walked over to sit across from you, she took both of your hands in her own as she waited for you to look at her. Which you did with a dramatic sigh that caused your head to tilt back before looking at her with a smile. It always caught you off guard how talking to her felt like talking to Pansy or Ginny, people you had known since you were 11 and 12. 

“Does it feel like its too early or have you convinced yourself that there is some socially acceptable amount of time you have to wait before you can move on? I know you're from a pure blood family and all, but my parents and friends would want me to be happy. What about your brother? He seems like he would understand.” 

Her words hit you pretty hard. 

She was right in a way, you had kept telling yourself it was too early and too fast to have feelings for anyone. But it was also that you could hear your father screaming at you in your mind. That Charlie's family were blood traitors. That you had failed the Nott name by losing Draco, that you should've stayed and dealt with the cheating like a good pure blood wife. 

But then there was Theodore, the brother who had pretty much raised you in between the beatings dealt by your father. And he told you that he didn't care who you were with after Draco as long as you were happy and treated well. Your father is dead, Theodore was the ‘leader’ of your family, so shouldn't his word carry as much as your fathers? 

Theodore's voice should be louder than the one your mind was conjuring up. But it was encouraged by your teenage voice screaming that you promised to never leave Draco. But that promise had been over the dark mark, and the war. Never had you agreed to stay through infidelity. It was a hard and weird line to walk when you were trying to justify anything you did.

“Theo wants me to be happy, he doesn't care who it's with or if it's with no one. I think part of it is that the way I was raised says that I shouldn't have even left him. And that part also thinks I should almost have to punish myself for leaving him. But it's getting smaller every day and I.. I really like Charlie..” 

You sighed and blushed as Lisa's smile grew and she fist punched the air whispering that she knew it. “But.. I also feel like I didn't get any closure from the situation. Like I found out and I left and we haven't spoken since. Everything was done between our lawyers and Theodore took everything to get signed. I think I'm just hoping that this feeling will go away if that makes sense.” 

Lisa stood walking over and grabbing her jacket as the two of you made your way out of the barn. “That makes sense, now that the paperwork is final, maybe it will help you feel like things are really over. For what it's worth I'm really proud of you.” She wrapped one arm awkwardly around your shoulder since you were the same height and shook you while you both laughed. 

When you made it to the cliff side you both watched as some of the trainers played with an adolescent Chinese Fireball. The mom was laying a little ways away being checked over by Richard and another dragonologist. The group had suspected that she broke a bone in her wing a few days before but needed the child out of the way. Which meant waiting for it to be in a playful mood. 

After a few moments, the two were done and let the others know they could stop being meaty distractions and laughter floated on the wind as they climbed up the rocky side. Charlie was at the front of the pack and smiled brightly when he noticed you standing there. 

“Ah stalking us Nott.” He joked as they all reached the top, he semi jokingly pushed Lisa arm off your shoulders and replaced it with his own. Now all of you were walking towards the main cottage to figure out something for dinner. 

“I don't think she was stalking all of US..” Richard said lowly but not lowly enough that the group couldn't hear. You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop the blush that spread up your neck when Charlie winked down at you. Everyone continued to laugh and talk about their day as they walked towards the center of the reserve. 

No one noticed the blond sitting on the steps watching your approach. No one watched the anger rise on his face as he watched Charlie's arm stay firmly around your shoulders. There was no one to see his fist clench as you smiled up at the red head who was already smiling down at you. But Draco clearing his throat and standing shoving his hands into his coat pockets cleared that up. 

You didn't know why you shoved Charlie's arm off you when you saw your now Ex husband. But that guilt you sometimes felt rose again as you stepped away. That cruel voice screaming that you were in the wrong here, that you had been caught doing something wrong. You could feel your hands starting to sweat as you stepped forward from the group that had now paused. 

None of them knew who Draco was by looking at him. They all knew of him, whether because of his last name or because of his affiliation with you. So all of the men stood tensely waiting for what their next move needed to be as they watched you step towards the unknown man. 

“Draco.. What are you doing here?” Your voice was slightly shaky and it pissed you off. You weren't scared of the man in front of you, even if he did look pissed. He had never put his hands on you in a way you didnt want. Very rarely had he even raised his voice at you. 

Everything had been as story book perfect as living through a war could be until the cheating. 

Taking a deep breath you paused half way between the Dragonologist and Draco. Then with a now steady voice and crossed arms you spoke again. “Theodore delivered your copy of the papers this morning, was there something wrong with them?” Your voice started steady but got shakier as Draco took steps towards you. 

His gray eyes stayed locked onto yours as he walked towards you, his signature smirk finding its way to his face as he noticed how nervous you were. When he was only a step or two away he stopped and shrugged, his arms moving out to the side with his hands still in his pockets. 

“I wanted to see where you were settling down, now that you've left me.. Maybe talk..” 

Lisa could be heard through the silence as she tried.. Key word tried.. To whisper over to one of the guys. “I hate him.. But he's hot.” You turned and gave your friend the ‘really?? Shut up’ look as she snickered and walked up to you both and started talking again. “Hi, I'm Lisa.. Y/ns bestie here on the reserve.. Well maybe behind Charlie, but that's not the point.”

While she kept talking Dracos gaze took in the sweater you were wearing and then appraised the group of men. He knew that sweater looked familiar and when he saw the red hair, he knew it had to be a Wealsey. Draco had always been smart, sometimes too smart for his own good. 

So between the name, the C on the sweater and the red hair he put together that the person his now ex spent the most time with was Charlie Weasley. Needless to say he was unhappy about it. 

“Anyways.. We were just going in to cook dinner, you should join and then you can talk things over.” Lisa finished not realizing that Draco hadn't been listening at all, you did though and it pissed you off. Lisa was making an effort to try and be nice and Draco was completely ignoring her. 

You harshly grabbed his arm and drug him towards the cottage, shoving the door open and steering him towards a seat. You pushed him down onto a chair before walking away towards the fridge. The others got the lights and such on and conversed about whose turn it was to cook. You felt someone come up next to you and just by the smell knew it was Charlie. 

Fresh cut grass and honeysuckle. 

“If you don't want him here.. The guys and I will get him out of here.” Charlie said as he rubbed his thumb over your wrist twice before taking the two glass bottles of butterbeer out of your hand. He opened them both, tossing the caps on the counter as he watched your facial features for any sign of discomfort. 

But all he saw was a smile and it tugged on his heart in a weird pinching way. Because he thought you were smiling because Draco was here. When in reality you were smiling at the way he unconsciously pulled the bottles from your hands knowing you could never get them open. He didn't want you to ask or watch you struggle then laugh at you while doing it. He just took them from your hands, opened them and gave them back. 

It was the small courteous things he did, the attentive way he paid attention and had learned what you needed. Charlie was the most gentlemanly person you had ever met. He didnt think about opening doors for everyone, or doing the morning chores he knew others hated. He just got up and did what he could every day to make the lives of those around him easier. 

“I'm alright Charlie.. I think I need this, this is my opportunity to get answers maybe. To get closure I need to move on.” You smiled gently at him before walking back towards the table you had left Draco at. You took the few steps to really look at him. 

He looked alright. It was always weird to see him in normal clothes. His hair was messy, he had clearly run his hands through it many times. But overall he looked like Draco Malfoy, but he didnt make your heart pound like he used to. He used to make you nervous in a butterflies kind of way, but now you were nervous in a why are you here way. 

You set the bottle down in front of him and then sat across from him, leaning back in the seat stretching your sore muscles across the back of the seat. “You said you wanted to talk.. So talk I guess.” You didn't want to sound rude, but you also didn't want to give him an opening to hurt you. 

He sighed and then took a drink of his butterbeer while he looked around with a slight look of disgust on his face. “So this is where you ran away too..” He said it as a kind of question, a kind of statement. When his head turned back to you he sighed and leaned forward “I didn't think you would go through with it.” At the look of confusion on your face he clarified “The divorce.. I didn't think you would go through with it.”

You scoffed, caught off guard by his words. You had expected him to be here to tell you Astoria was pregnant, or that they were getting married or something. “So the lawyers.. And the meditations and appearances in court that you didn't show up too.. And the paperwork sent by me and the judge.. You thought it was all.. What? For fun?” 

You leaned forwards with both hands wrapped around your bottle as you watched Draco, trying to understand what in the world was going on. Only to be caught off guard again when he leaned forward and pulled one of your hands into his own. Wrapped both his hands around it and smiled up at you with a look that was almost patronizing

���I thought you were just trying to get me to see what I had before I lost it.. I see it now, and I apologize, I will be better. Astoria was let go immediately and I am ready for you to come home.” 

When Draco spoke it held the same air of superiority that his fathers voice had held. He spoke clearly and loudly, causing the room to fall into awkward silence as you stared open mouthed at him. The others looking between each other trying to decide if they should step in or not. 

Your mouth closed.. Then it opened again.. Then closed before opening one time with a head tilt that accompanied the confused look on your face. Your brows furrowed as you tried to search your memory for the moment or action that would have made him think this way. Was he really so conceited that he, without prompting, thought this was all a ploy for attention?

This had to be a joke. 

But when you started laughing, and Dracos smile fell you realized he was serious. Your mouth fell open again, you looked around the room to see the others all lined up at the counter eating ramen. Watching the scene unfold like it was a live theater play, which to them it kinda was. The only one not eating was Charlie because he wanted to be ready to step in at any moment. 

You looked back at Draco and spoke with a confidence you had never spoken to him with before. “I'm sorry.. I thought you were joking.. Draco I think you are mistaking your mistresses' games for my own, I in no way am divorcing you as a ploy to vie for your attention..”

Now it was Draco who felt his jaw fall, unsettled by your answer and the way you were speaking to him. Lisa had slapped her hand over her mouth dramatically to keep herself from laughing or cheering. Richard had stopped with his noodles halfway to his mouth. Charlie rolled his eyes at the two but silently was proud of you. 

Draco shifted nervously suddenly feeling like whatever plan he thought he had was pointless. He rubbed the back of his neck and spoke quietly “So you're not coming home then..” 

You grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it while smiling sadly “This is my home now Draco. This and Nott Manor, and that's ok.” You felt bad that he clearly was confused and sad. You could see on his face that he really thought this was just you rebelling. That you were going to come home and things were going to be fine. “Theodore didn't tell you that I was happy and staying here?” 

Draco rolled his eyes and pulled his hand back, the walls around his heart slamming up as a cold look crossed his face. “Yes.. Your idiot brother told me that I was wrong, but I thought maybe I knew you better than he did.. Clearly I did not since you would rather be.” He looked around again as his lip curled this time in clear disgust. “You would rather be here than in our Manor.. But obviously whoring yourself out to the peasant has changed you.. Your father would be very disappointed Y/n.” 

Draco knew what he was saying was wrong. He knew that he should at least be trying to preserve a friendship if you were truly divorcing him. When he came here he didn't want to lose you and now he was doing whatever he could to push you away in an effort to not let himself get hurt more. He knew that this was all his fault but it was the only coping mechanism he had. 

You sighed as you watched all of this happen. You watched it all happen when he had first learned about getting the mark. But now you have added maturity as well as experience dealing with him. You pulled your arms to your chest and shook your head “Draco.. I know this game, we've played it before. You're not going to hurt my feelings because I know that whatever you say now doesn't mean anything.” 

He scoffed and crossed his own arms, he was slightly annoyed you wouldn't argue with him. He felt his eyes stung with unwanted tears and feelings as he looked towards the door. He didn't want to show weakness in front of these people, you could sense that. So you stood and walked towards the door, when he looked up at you, you jerked your head towards the outside and left. 

He followed almost immediately, Lisa having to grab onto Charlie to stop him from following. “She knows what she's doing, let her be.” Charlie hadn't even realized that he was moving before she stopped him. He just wanted to protect you, even if it was just from harsh words. But he had to trust that you had enough time built up with Malfoy that you knew what the two of you needed. 

You walked with Draco following you back to the barn you started your night in. You thought if you took him back to your cabin it would give him the wrong message. Plus the little dragons would provide enough distraction that you wouldn't have to look at him. “They can't breathe fire yet, they are still hatchlings.” You said reassuringly as you noticed Draco pause at the door. He watched as you greeted the little creatures that jumped up and made noises in your presence. He also noticed that some of them ignored you, it was amazing to him that they already had feelings like that. 

You picked up a Hungarian Horntail that was rather small compared to the others. “This is Ember, she's a Hungarian Horntail. Unfortunately her mother was killed while she was pregnant. We were sent her a few days ago. She's premature but doing pretty well. She's quite attached already, I swear I spend more time with her than any of the others. She actually sleeps in my cabin sometimes.” 

Draco smiled before he looked down and let his lips puff out as he exhaled. “I'm sorry.. I didn't mean what I said back there..” You nodded while setting Ember down in your lap and grabbing the small bits of food she needed to eat. You wanted to give him the chance to talk openly. “I guess it was foolish to think you were coming back after how I treated you in the end. 10 years of mostly good doesn't make up for 2 really shitty years.” 

You shook your head “Your right, it doesn't but I didn't leave because our life together was horrible or anything. I left because I respect myself enough to not stay with someone who is cheating on me. Honestly Draco, that is the one and only reason I left you.” 

Draco bit his bottom lip refusing to look at you in fear that he would break down and beg. “So if I hadn't been with Astoria..” 

You nodded feeling slightly bad for him, but glad that he had dropped the act quickly. “Had you not been with Astoria we would still be together. I just want to know why and if she was the only one.” You felt like those were really the only two things you had been thinking about. Had she been the first? And if so why, at what point were you no longer enough? 

He drug a chair over and sat down so he was across the table from you. He hadn't missed the way Ember had glared at him, he didn't even know dragons could glare. You laughed and pursed your lips making a weird noise that caused her to push her head against your lips and yip in delight. 

“Yes she was the only one. And if I am being honest I have no idea why. There was never a point where I didn't love you, or didn't want you. I wish I could say it was a curse or a love potion but I was in my right mind when I was making those choices. They were the wrong choices, but I made them with a clear mind.” 

He could see the pain that washed over your eyes as he spoke and he hated it. He wanted to smack himself but knew that it wasn't going to help in any way so he refrained. “There was nothing you did or didn't do that led me to sleep with her. She just wore me down I guess, then it happened once at the office.. Then it just kept happening and sometime afterwards I would think why am I doing this? But I never had an answer. Then I would come home and you would be there waiting with a smile, or I would see the food you had made and I would just run.” 

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, tugging it to try and stay focused. “I couldn't handle being around you when I was doing something so disgusting. But I also couldn't convince myself to stop. The same day you left, it was like everything clicked into place when I was looking at her. But by the time I realized I wanted to stop it was too late. When I got home that night you were already gone, Theodore was waiting for me and punched me like promised.” 

You both chuckled at the picture of Theodore hitting Draco. “I'm sorry that you're hurting Draco. I hope we can be friends one day.” He smiled at you and the two of you spent an hour or so reminiscing. Talking over memories that felt like they had happened forever ago. When you yawned he smiled “I think it's time for me to go home.. I think I'm going to have my mother move home.. She shouldn't be in her apartment alone.” 

He walked you back to the middle of the reserve, laughing when Ember clung to your back refusing to let you leave her. He refrained from trying to hug you instead Draco thanked you for understanding what he needed. Told you he would always love you and then apparated away. You stood there silently for a moment, you felt lighter. Happier in a way that you didn't know was possible. 

Ember screeched in happiness and jumped from your back, gliding very ungracefully to someone else. The deep chuckle told you who it was before you even turned around. So when you looked into the blue eyes of Charlie Weasley you smiled and watched as Ember crawled from his chest under his arm and to his back. Both of you chuckling at her games. 

He stepped towards you, much in the same way Draco had a few hours before. A smirk on his face too as he stopped in front of you. “So closure to move on huh?” You nodded, reaching out for his hand as you repeated his words gazing up at him with adoration. 

“Closure.. To move on.” 

[theosmommy1966]

OK so thank you too @kaverichauhan for giving me the idea to post this in two parts! So here is part 1 of the Epilogue.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

Pronunciations before we start

Macaria - m-aa-k-aa-r-EE-aa

Asteria- uh·stee·ree·uh

Leonis- Lee-Oh-Nis

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“COME ON! We are going to be late! Draco and Ron will already be there!!” A 13 year old boy by the name of Harry Potter yelled at his three dads. 

It was the first time his mother Lily had trusted them to take him to an event and Harry was already aware that it would be a disaster. While they all three loved the boy very much and gave him whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, they weren't the most put together. 

“Right.. Whose birthday is it again? One of the Weasleys?” James asked looking around for the present he knew his ex had sat somewhere. 

Remus was normally the one who always wrangled them together. He did the cooking when the house elves were gone, and kept a rather loose hold of Harry's schedule. James and Sirius were more the friend type of fathers. 

Bought him a broom when he was a year old, painted their faces when they went to quidditch matches. Told Remus not to worry about helping the boy with his homework, instead encouraged him to pull more pranks with the Weasley Twins.

“NOO DAD! Owen Malfoy!! He's Draco's cousin! He's turning 14 and our whole class is going to be there!” Harry whined as he watched his father finally find the gift.

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When the Trio of men and their messy haired son finally appeared in front of a giant manor, it was a half an hour after the invite said to arrive. Harry hurriedly knocked on the door and smiled up at the tall blond man who answered. “ Hi! Thanks for coming, excited right?” 

Harry nodded quickly as he peaked around the man looking for kids his own age. 

Draven chuckled, swinging the door open without looking up at the men. “Backyards that way, try to be quiet through the house though the twins are still sleeping.” When he finally swung his head back towards the men his breath caught. It had been sixteen years since he had seen them, and they clearly didn't remember him at all. 

“Right.. So Mr. Black, Potter and Lupin, all you have to do is sign here and prick your finger. There's an X for your name and your blood goes in the box below it.”

Remus stepped forward offering his hand as he stared up at the blond Adonis. “Remus, I'll spare you the lengthy last name. Thank you for inviting Harry, as you can see he is very excited.” 

“Finally I'm so happy to be done with all of this..” Sirius had said, signing his name and pricking his finger so quickly he almost missed the box. 

Draven snapped out of his stupor and shook his hand, “No trouble at all.. Honestly my wife loves doing things like this, even if it takes a while considering we have six children.” None of the men missed the smile that came across his face at the mention of his wife. It only grew when he spoke of his many kids. 

“We appreciate this.. Even though we would never come back on Y/n.” Remus had said softly as he signed his paper. 

Sirius scoffed as they all took turns shaking hands, “Six kids? God we can barely handle Harry.” The four men started making their way through the house, being mindful of the sleeping twins Draven had mentioned. When they walked through the large french doors at the back of the house they were met with so many children that it looked like Hogwarts. 

“Yeah well I bet she never expected you to leave her and treat her the way you did ethier.. So better safe than sorry.” Regulus had scoffed, speaking for the first time since they had shown up.

Dravens eyes quickly started looking for the group he had grown so close to over the years. He couldnt find them but noticed his oldest son walking towards him. He wanted to tell him to go the other way but didn't when he noticed the annoyed look on his face. “What's wrong, Leo?” 

Leonis shook his head and scoffed, waving his arms around dramatically “There are so many children here.. I despise children..” He crossed his arms, and between his stance and the look on his face Remus, James and Sirius thought he looked alot like Regulus Black. 

Draven went to speak, but was interpreted by his two oldest daughters coming up from behind them. The blond man really wanted his wife, not only did the three teens have no clue who the three men were. But the three men had no clue who the three teens were. 

The men had no idea that standing in front of them were the three teens that they helped create so many years ago. Four blood lines all magically mixed in the belly of his wife, sixteen years before this. It was pretty clear though, if you looked at all the other Malfoy children to tell that Draven was not their biological father. 

Two girls and one boy. 

Macaria Hope Malfoy, unruly brown hair that was almost the same color as Remus Lupins. Light gray colored eyes that had small bursts of blue much like Sirius Black. Soft baby face that clearly belonged to the Potter family. She perfectly fit her Durmstrang house, Terpsichora, who are artistic, incredibly creative and loyal. (Hufflepuff)

Asteria Mia Malfoy, wavy hair much like James but was the same color as her sisters. Bright hazel eyes like James, with sharp facial features that resembled her Uncle Regulus. She belongs to the Liberalis House whose members are sharp, graded excellent, curious and interesting people. (Ravenclaw)

Leonis Arcturus Malfoy, wavy hair like his sister but this time a dark shiny black. Sharp features that he shared with his sister and uncle. But his eyes were a vivid green, like the forest, like Remus. He belongs to Atticus, members are supposed to be cunning, bold, and have more nerve than sense. (Slytherin)

The three adults all stared at the three teens, who frankly did not spare them a passing glance as they came up to their father. 

“I don't know why you're complaining, Leonis, we have more people at our parties.” Asteria said matter of factly. She wasn't all that happy with the amount of screaming preteens ethier, but she loved her siblings more than anything, so she put up with it a little quieter. 

Leo rolled his eyes and looked down at his younger sister “Aria, aren't you going to say how I should be thankful that our little brother has so many friends?” 

Macaria shrugged her shoulders and smiled “Nope, you clearly read my mind. Which I will be telling mother about but not before I go and find Uncle Reggie.” 

The four adults watched the triplets walk off together all talking amongst themselves. Remus was the first to speak, “No offense, but you seem a little young to have children that age. I also don't remember seeing them at Hogwarts. Which school do they go to?”

Again before Draven could speak, someone else did. “My nieces and nephew go to Durmstrang. Should've sent Draco there if I do say so myself.. Shouldn't have let Cissy talk your wife into sending Owen to Hogwarts.. Shit school if you ask me.” The snide voice of Lucius Malfoy said as he walked up next to his brother. 

The four men turned to see the group that Draven had been looking for. Regulus and Evan Rosier, Ted and Andromeda Tonks, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Lucius Malfoy. 

“My wife went to help yours get the twins dressed and downstairs. Draco and Owen are somewhere off with their little group of troublemakers.” Lucius said as they all looked ethier nervously or snidely at the three Gryffindors. 

James was busy looking for the person he knew finished up the group. But he didnt know he was looking for another Malfoy and not an Avery. Remus was looking at Sirius who was looking at his brother, who looked rather smug. “I'm assuming if your whole little group is here.. Y/n is here too..” Sirius said, rolling his eyes, something that did not go unnoticed by Draven. 

“Oh she's around here somewhere” Regulus said as he sipped his drink, he couldn't wait until you made your way downstairs. He and Evan had made bets on what would happen when the little trio of lions found out. Regulus wanted nothing more than for them to realize what they had lost. 

“She will be sooo excited to see you all..” Bellatrix cackled as she cut into an apple with a small knife. Bringing the slice up to her mouth that was curled into a small smile as she stared at the three men. They shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. 

“Why don't we all move to the yard, instead of standing in the doorway” Draven said as his eyes kept searching what he could see of his house. He wanted to step away and warn you, he didn't know how you would react to them being here. The last thing he ever wanted was you to be upset. 

Thankfully the three outcast men smiled and made their way over to a group of parents they knew. The Weasleys, The Longbottoms and one of the two Lovegoods. Pandora was making her way towards Draven who she had noticed was shifting his weight around nervously. 

She pecked Reggie on the cheek before linking her arm with Dravens. Pandora had a way of making everyone calm, she always knew what to say or do to fix things when they went astray. “What's wrong Drav?” Her light whimsical voice said as the group looked at him. 

He looked away from the doors to his friends before sighing and running a hand through his hair. “I'm just nervous for Y/n.. As far as I know she hasn't seen any of them since the Potters funeral and now they are here with a kid?? How do you think that's going to make her feel? And a child the same age as Owen? I just don't want her to be upset.” 

Pandora, Bella and Andromeda all smiled at the man. 

“Draven.. I've known Y/n for a long long time.. She loves you so much. You spent her entire first pregnancy as well as the next two doting on her left and right.  You have spent the last sixteen years making her realize how amazing she is. Sure it might upset her that they have a child, but she will be upset for the children.” Andromeda said. 

“But even if she is upset for them, she knows they have a father here. One who has been there since day one. A father who wanted them from the beginning. Those fools don't even know who the triplets are, or that there were even triplets.” Bellatrix continued. 

“When the triplets got chicken pox, who helped her bathe the kids in oatmeal and apply cream to their poxs?” Evan asked as Draven said himself. 

“And when Y/n got pregnant with Owen and had a panic attack, who handled it.. On their own I might add.” Bella asked as Draven again answered himself. 

“When Potter's parents died, and Y/n fell into Perinatal Depression, who cared for her? Forced her to eat when needed, bought her favorite lavender tea? Who painted the nursery on his own, decorated it on his own just to make her smile? Yeah mate.. You..” 

Regulus smiled as he kept on “So what those three idiots have Harry.. I've seen him running around Hogwarts, constantly getting himself into trouble. He barely squeaks by in his classes, he's a nice kid but the three of them can barely deal with him.  If it wasn't for his mother, who left James by the way, the kid wouldn't have survived.” 

Draven smiled and sat his cheek down on Pandora's head, thankful for the group of friends. “She won't be sad, or upset or anything but happy. I dont think Ive seen her unhappy since we met you Draven.” Pandora patted his arm before pulling away and making her way back to her husband who was helping their daughter Luna place flowers in her hair. 

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“So.. I saw some….” Narcissa paused, unsure of the word to use “Old friends of ours downstairs with Drav.” 

You peaked up at her as you sorted through the twins closet, a smile on your face as you could hear the low rumbling of many kids playing. “Is that right? Wanna enlighten me?” You had an idea of who it was, Owen had told you about his friend Harry. Whos last name was Potter, when asked you learned that James was his father and Lily was his mother. 

You had seen and talked to Lily on a few occasions. She was a lovely person, you wouldn't exactly say you were friends but you liked her. The two of you could connect on the basis of failed relationships with James Potter. 

You learned that the two had briefly been together before Mia and Monty got sick and passed. That she was pregnant when it happened, and he pulled away from her and back to the Marauders. She was sad, but you heard she had recently settled down with a widowed Amos Diggory. (Picturing Max Irons) 

“The Marauders.. I'm sorry I'll have the guys tell them to leave if you want.” Cissy rushed as she took Abraxas’ clothes from you. She was just as worried as she assumed Draven was. You had been so happy over the years and she didn't want that to go away. 

Laughing you pulled the little baby romper onto your baby girl before finding a brush to run through the twins’ hair. “Why would I want them to leave? Their son is here, he's friends with Owen, it's Owen's party.” Looking up you realized that your friend was really very worried. 

“Oh Cissy.. Really I'm fine!” You smiled and looked down at your twins. “Come on, you'll see everything will be fine.” You meant your words, nothing could ruin your son's birthday party for you. Not seeing your exs at least. You knew Narcissa meant well, that she was worried because they were taking care of a child when they had written yours off. 

But you couldn't care less. 

When you met Draven it was like your entire life fell together. He had started staying at Malfoy Manor instead of his flat in London to ‘help around the house’. He quickly learned the things you did and didn't like, buying your favorite teas and cookies while having the house elves memorize the list of things that made your stomach turn. 

He took it upon himself to make sure that your potions from Monty were always picked up on time. Your prenatal and the morning sickness potions always brought up with whichever flavor breakfast you were craving. Your favorite lavender tea steeping as he walked up the stairs to the library where you were every morning. 

When Draven started courting you, you didn't even notice. His daily morning tea with you would slowly start including flowers or new types of tea he found. You didn't know when he talked to not only Monty but to your older brother. No clue was given to you when he was given permission to court you not caring that you were pregnant with triplets. 

Small gifts started being left here and there when he didn't hand them to you directly. 

Treats from places you knew were not in London. Books you had mentioned you hadn't read or wanted to reread that weren't in the library. Many bouquets of flowers, your favorite being the large sunflowers you could tell he had picked himself from the field down the road. You had begged Narcissa to press and frame them, they now hung over the fireplace in your library. 

Then he started taking you places and going places with you. When you wanted to shop and the girls were busy, it was Draven that went with you. When Regulus or Evan were unable to go to baby yoga or lamaze class, it was the Blond god that offered to go. 

He planned picnics and small dates, knowing that you weren't up for much when you were the size of a house with six little feet kicking you constantly. Everything he did was perfectly planned and went off without problems. It was clear that Draven was made for you from the start. 

Around 25 weeks was when things started to get real. When you would wake up at night drenched in sweat and aching in a way that you couldn't satisfy yourself. When Draven found you holding yourself on the side of the pool trying to cool down he knew what was wrong. He had been reading book after book to keep up with what was going on. 

So for weeks the man satisfied you with his fingers or mouth but never let things go too far. Never allowing you to return the favor, even after he went down on you with the vigor of a dying man.  He just kept telling you that he was going to show you that he was the man for you. 

Let's just say he did.. Many times.. 

When the triplets were born and Bonnie asked what their last name would be, Malfoy was an easy choice. You had fallen in love quickly, and while you were terrified it was a choice you never once regretted. 

Draven bought your first manor before you ever started to complain about living with Lucius and Narcissa. Asked you to marry him one morning while you watched the triplets run around the garden. While it wasn't the way he had planned it, the moment felt right. 

Every moment of every day with Draven felt like a dream. You couldn't remember when you stopped waiting to wake up, you couldn't point out the day that you realized he was real. You probably wouldn't even if you could though. 

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 “Do you know who those men are?” Macaria said as she watched the tall scarred man laugh with the other two. “I feel like we should know who they are.” She could feel a tug in her chest towards them, similar to the one she felt with her mother and father. But more so she could feel the pain the tallest one was in, being an empath she could feel that he needed something. But she didn't know what. 

Asteria already knew who they were. She was the strongest with legilimency and occlumency, and in her true fathers panic his mental walls were down. She knew that the three men in front of her were their biological fathers, and she was not happy about it. 

The triplets had always known their bloodline was an unconventional one. But moments before Asteria had learned just how messy the whole thing was. She was arguing with herself about telling her siblings, none of them had ever kept things from the others before. And she could feel Leo's eyes on her as he tried to break through her mental walls. 

“They are mothers, ex boyfriends and our biological fathers. Remus Lupin is the tall broken one. James Potter, Harry's biological father, the one with glasses. And Last and definitely least, Sirius Black. According to fathers memories Mother was with James and was also involved with the other two. When she became pregnant things fell apart, they left her because they didn't want kids. Black never liked our mother from the flashes I got. He was pretty happy about Mother leaving, I guess. Seems like he was quite rude to her. ” Asteria said without looking at her sister or brother. 

“Black.. As in Uncle Regulus..” Leo said while turning to look at Sirius. He could see the resemblance now that he really looked. People had always said he looked like his uncle, and now he knew why. Unfortunately he also had his uncle and one of his fathers temperament. “Well then.. Maybe we should introduce ourselves..” 

Before the girls could stop him Leonis was stomping gracefully towards the group. Pandora's eyes grew wide as she watched the two girls stumble after their brother. She went to step forward but it was far too late, she could see the anger in the boy's eyes. So instead she gripped her husband's arm in preparation for what was to come. 

“Ah Excuse me for interrupting. I just wanted to introduce myself.” Leo said as he turned to the tall man who he had been told was Sirius and stuck his hand out. “Leonis Arcturus Malfoy. These are my sisters, Macaria Hope Malfoy and Asteria Mia Malfoy.” 

The trio was slightly caught off guard noticing the teens' middle names all had something to do with their own families.  Sirius shook his hand with a confused look on his face “Sirius Black-Lupin-Potter, nice to meet you?” He said it more like a question than a statement as he looked at Pandora who was looking over trying to catch Regulus or Evans' gaze.

The girls took their turn shaking the men's hands, Macaria holding Remus’ hand a little longer than the rest. He felt a weird calm fall over him as she pulled away her cheeks slightly pink from focusing on his energy so hard. Leo stood slightly in front of his sisters with a taunting look on his face. 

“So.. You guys have any… Children?” Leo said his lip curling slightly towards the end of the question. He heard one of his sisters say his name trying to discourage him from confronting them but he had already made up his mind. He wasn't one to think when he was angry, action before thought and all that. 

Remus looked between the girl's worried looks and then back to Leo. “James has a son, Harry, he's here somewhere. I'm guessing he is friends with your younger brother Owen.” Leonis’ sneer only grew as Remus spoke, which prompted him to stop speaking. He could see the boy's hands clenching and unclenching, a motion he was far too familiar with. 

“Ah.. No other children then? Say around the age of sixteen.. Born to a woman abandoned by three little boys?” Leonis said, clasping his hands behind his back, his eyes bouncing between the three men. Even though in his opinion they were not men, but still little boys. He watched as the color drained from James and Remus’ faces. But what really caught his attention was the fact that Sirius scoffed and took a swig of whatever he was drinking. 

“I thought that lawyer said that we would be at no fault? Didn't he say that once we signed we were done.. If you are that witch's children you shouldn't even know that one of us is your sperm donor..” Sirius scoffed again before finishing off his drink. 

Xenophilius looked down at his wife, who was still eyeing their other group of friends. He didn't particularly want to be part of this conversation but knew Dora wouldn't walk away. So he spoke softly trying to defuse the situation “Children.. Maybe this is a conversation you should have with your mother.. Best save it for later.” 

Pandora was staring hard at Regulus, trying to make him feel her gaze on him. They were too far away for her to casually get his attention with her voice. Near the mouth of hedges that lead to the gardens, somewhat tucked away from the others. But when she heard the disgust that Sirius used when he spoke of you her gaze ripped back to those in front of her. 

“Sirius, watch how you speak of Y/n. These are her children and we are her friends. Be respectful please.” Pandora spoke not knowing that her words would only escalate the situation. Sirius tilted his head towards her, a bored look on his face as his hair fell slightly out of place. 

“Dora.. I hated her in school, useless little thing she was. I still hate her, I'm not being rude. Just speaking my truth, isn't that what the universe would want?” 

Before any of them could try to speak again, two hands were wrapping around the collar of Sirius’ shirt. Shoving him back past the hedges they were so conveniently standing by. Further and further into the garden and away from the party. Leonis could hear his sisters and his aunt saying his name repeatedly, but he couldn't care less. 

The man in front of him had disrespected his mother, one of the very few things he wouldn't put up with. His mother, his father and his siblings were off limits to anyone and everyone. Thankfully his body was very toned from quidditch, so forcing the man around was easy. 

“How DARE you speak of my mother like that.. From where I am standing YOU and YOUR FRIENDS are the useless ones!” He yelled his hand unconsciously finding his wand which was now digging into the underside of Sirius’ jaw. One hand was still wrapped up in the man's shirt as Leo watched a single drop of blood trickle down his wand. 

Everyone else stood shocked and silent. 

The girls and the Lovegoods knew that Leonis didn't have a good hold on his anger, but this was far from his normal character. The girls held different opinions on what was happening. Macaria hated any act of violence, blood made her queasy. So it went slightly unnoticed when she pulled back from the group and ran. 

Asteria though.. She could read Sirius’ mind, and the horrible things he was thinking only made her angry. So she decided to escalate the situation, “Brother.. You should hear the things he is thinking in his head.. Should I speak them outloud?” 

Sirius’ head snapped to the side, watching the girl who was clearly mentally stronger than himself. He didn't even realize someone was in his mind.  Legilimency and occlumency were both a gift that all Blacks held, and she was clearly very strong with both. She had shielded her presence while effortlessly walking past his defenses. 

“At the moment he is shocked at how strong I am, but just before he was thinking disgustingly crude things.. Sexually about our mother.. I belive his exact words to her were ‘Your a good fuck, but I only tolerate you for Jamie.’” Asteria watched her brother's face get darker and knew he was just as upset as she was. She didn't even try to look into the other men's minds, solely focused on the one who hated her angel of a mother. 

But that also meant she wasn't hearing any of the other voices around them. So she did not hear the group of younger teens as they walked up behind them. Owen watched as his brother held Sirius at wingtip. Harry and Owen both learning that the men had fathered the triplets. And all of their friends silently sitting back and watching the family drama unfold. 

“He taunted her and practically slut shamed her for not knowing who our father was. Even though they were all sleeping with her normally in the same night. Ironic that our bloodline is a mixture of all four of our biological parents then isnt it?” 

Leonis could feel his body heating up with anger every time his sister spoke. Anger that turned his vision splotchy and disconnected his heart from his mind. It was blinding, in any other situation it would have scared him. But he felt weirdly under control, all until his sister spoke again. 

“Now he's thinking that you remind him of his father. Orion, you know the abusive piece of garbage that Uncle Regulus told us about.”

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You meanwhile had made your way out to the party carrying Phoebe while Abraxas held your finger and walked next to you. The moment he found a familiar head of hair he toddler ran towards his father “Dadadada” falling from his little mouth. 

Draven turned at the sound and effortlessly scooped up his youngest son, pressing a kiss into his messy blond hair. “Hey little guy.. Where's your Mama?” He said as he turned fully eyes finding your figure, cheeks heating up as he took in your outfit. 

Tight navy skinny jeans with small rips in the knees, a white slightly oversized shirt tucked in. A long burnt orange colored cardigan over it. The Malfoy family crest  hanging around your neck, your 8.75 carat pear shaped Morganite ring on your right hand, a gift from the triplets. While your 15 carat emerald cut engagement ring was wrapped around your ring finger, along with multiple bands. The ring had been plucked from one of the many Malfoy family vaults when he decided to marry you. 

While you thought it was a bit much, you soon learned that all the family jewelry was. You pressed your lips against Dravens in greeting, feeling the tell tale sparks that were present every time the two of you touched. He smiled down at you brightly before turning back to Lucius who was complaining about Dumbledore letting the Marauders teach at Hogwarts. 

You took this moment to look around for them but they were nowhere to be seen. Regulus’ voice pulled you attention as he spoke “You alright Sunflower?” The group fell silent as they all turned to look at you. But they were met with a smile and a nod “Of course I was just looking for them. I wanted to thank them for coming. I think it's important that our past transgressions are not forced on our children. Owen enjoys Harry's company, I would like it to stay that way.” 

Draven felt all his insecurities and worries melt away as you spoke. It reminded him of yet another reason he was irrevocably in love with you. He leaned forward squishing the twins between you slightly as he kissed your temple. It was a small gesture but it was those tiny things that he always did that showed his utter devotion to you and your happiness. 

“You're a bigger woman than I am Y/n.. I would've scalped them the moment they stepped foot in my home.” Bellatrix said, causing everyone to laugh and shake their heads. It shouldn't be funny since it was true.. Yet it was. 

A small amount of conversation picked up before a small blond preteen came skipping in your direction. One of your teddy bear sunflowers in her hands as she studied the bee that for some reason had stayed despite the skipping. “Auntie… I heard something while I was roaming the garden! Leo told some man that he was going to kill him. Mother and Father are there, as well as Harry, Owen and Draco.” 

Luna spoke in the same whimsical but nonchalant tone that her mother often spoke in. While she seemed completely unfazed by her words, the rest of the group went rigid. The twins were sat in a playpen that would be watched by Cissy as you and Draven took off for the gardens. The rest just a few steps off your heels as you took the twists and turns to where you thought your son would be. Macaria found the group on the way, small tears running down her face as she ran to Regulus who wrapped her in a tight hug. 

“SPEAK ILL OF HER AGAIN, BLACK! AND IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU SAY!” 

The anger in Leo's normally sweet voice almost made you stop. You practically skidded around the corner as you took in the scene in front of you. Pandora and Xenophilius both had their hands on one child. Pandora was holding Asteria who had her wand raised at Remus and James whose hands were held up in surrender. 

Xenophilius had his hand on Leo's shoulder, speaking softly to him as he pointed his wand towards Sirius. The dark haired man was sitting on the ground, hand held up to his lip that was busted and bleeding. 

Leo was taking visibly harsh breaths, his hand shaking in anger as he stared down at the man he had just jinxed. You went to step forward, unsure of which child to go to, but a firm hand on your wrist stopped you. 

You turned back to see Draven staring at Leonis, anger and concern written across his face. He gently but firmly steered you towards your daughter. The moment you were in front of her, Asterias hand dropped and tears formed in her eyes. She dropped her wand and rushed towards you, her arms wrapping around your waist as she buried her head in your neck. 

You immediately hugged her back, one arm around her back rubbing gently as you whispered that it would be ok. The other hand carding through her hair as you turned your bodies to see what was happening with your husband and son. 

Dravens face was red with anger, an anger that you hadn't seen since his father tried to force him to leave you. “Leonis, I understand that you are upset, trust me I am too. But this is NOT how we handle things.” Draven took a deep breath and placed both his hands on Leo's face, forcing him to look away from Sirius and at him before he spoke again. 

“That man's opinion of your mother means nothing. Your opinion of her.. Your sisters and brothers and our friends, those are the opinions that matter. And while I am so so proud of you for defending your mum's honor, this isn't how she wants you to act. You should've come to us, and let an adult handle it.” 

Bellatrix, Lucius and the Lovegoods decided that they needed to force the ever growing group of preteens back to the party. So they lead them away, Bella wiping the small tears from Owens eyes as she joked about how she should have hexed them years ago. Thanking the gods when the young blond boy laughed slightly before running to catch up with his friends. 

Remus and James were astounded at the way Draven was handling Leo. The boy's hand had slowly lowered as he listened to his father speak. It was silent and tense, everyone waiting for the next move. Sirius for once was very smartly quiet. 

Remus was watching you, as you stood holding one of his daughters. The girl's shoulders shook slightly as she cried over the horrible things and words she had seen and heard in Sirius’ head. He watched your hands treating Asteria the same way you had held him after hard transformations. He knew at that moment that you probably brought her tea, or read books to your children the same way you had with him. 

James was staring down at his boyfriend. His childhood best friend. The one who had convinced him that you were not good enough for him. That a life with you wasn't good enough for him. The same friend who had pulled him from Lily after Harry's birth. He couldn't believe that he had just witnessed Sirius speak so horrible about someone to their children. 

It was like all at once all of the emotional manipulation Sirius had pulled over the years was slapping James in the face. All the times he had made it seem like you or Lily started a fight when it was really him. All the harsh words that the two of you cried over, that Sirius had said was just ‘tough love’, James could now see the hate behind them. 

Regret washed over him as he stared down at Sirius who was sneering at a child. 

That is.. Until Evan snatched him off the ground. His fist flying into Sirius’ nose, a satisfying crunch coming from it before blood. “That's for all the times Y/n stopped me from finding you and tearing you apart. How disgusting of a person are you that you, an adult, think it's acceptable to speak in such a way to a child!” 

Regulus pulled himself far enough away from his goddaughter to speak just after his husband. “And how shameful that you would compare Leonis to our father! Leo is not bullying you for your beliefs or beating you into submission! He is defending his family's honor! Something you know nothing about!” 

Draven turned his son towards you, doing everything he could to hold himself together in front of his children. “Why don't you take your mother and your sisters back to the house. Get cleaned up so we can do the dances before we do Owens cake.” He locked eyes with you, his normally bright gray eyes a few shades darker as he nodded to you. He was silently telling you this was a moment he didn't want you to see. 

Leo walked his head down in shame towards you, sniffing silently with despair as he thought you were disappointed. But you let go of Asteria with one hand, and laid it on his cheek causing him to look up. His heart squeezed with relief as you smiled at him before nodding your head towards the path out. 

Macaria moved from Regulus’ arms and into her brothers as he walked by. Leo whispered small apologies for frightening her as he led her out of the hedge maze. Asteria released herself from your hold, wiping her eyes as she pulled herself together quickly. She walked over, hugged her father and whispered something to him before leaving herself. 

When you stayed planted to your spot, Draven sighed and walked towards you completely aware of the three extra sets of eyes on him. He held your face between his hands and gently tilted your head, forcing you to look up at him. You could feel the slight shake to his hands as his thumbs brushed over your cheek bones. 

“I have never told you what you could or could not do before.. Sixteen years we have been together and I have never once demanded something of you. So forgive me for doing so now. Go back to the party, check on our children. All of OUR children. Get the kids set with their dance partners, the rest of us will be out in a few minutes. Block off the entrance on your way out.” 

His words were true. Never in the sixteen years of being together had he ever demanded something from any of you. He asked and the few times the answer was no, he would reason with you until a solution was found. So even though you wanted to stop him from doing something he may regret, you nodded. 

You could see the relief on his face when he realized you werent going to argue with him. He leaned down and planted his lips solidly against yours, he felt like he just needed a moment of grounding before he let you walk away. So he kept kissing you, his hands still slightly shaking and his breath uneven in anger. 

Just the warmth of your lips against his cool ones settled him slightly. The addicting smell of the different flowers and herbs that always clung to you now as a potion maker calmed him. The way your body knew exactly when his lips would open slightly to deepen the kiss. The way you knew when to tilt your head and in which direction so the kiss didn't stop in awkward pause. 

The feeling of your hands connected him to the moment as one held the back of his neck and the other lay over his heart. The heart that was completely owned and held by you and his kids. The muscle that contained the half of his soul that perfectly fit yours. Your fingers felt his rapid heartbeat slowing as you pulled back, remembering the company that was held at the moment. 

“Je t'aime complètement, ma chérie” Draven whispered before kissing your forehead and releasing you. He watched as you and Regulus squeezed hands before you disappeared from his line of sight. The hedges closing behind you as you made your way out. 

Regulus and Evan stood watching their blond friend as he tilted his head back, eyes closed and released a sigh. They had never seen him angry, Lucius sure.. Draven never. But the shake in his hands and the color in his cheeks and neck betrayed the coolness of his features as he turned back to the three now standing men. 

“Not only..” Draven started but paused as soon as the words were out of his mouth. His eyes had landed on James, who was staring at the now closed bush with a slightly confused look on his face. His cheeks were also pink as his brow furrowed and it was clear he wasn't hearing Draven at all. 

Shaking it off he looked at Sirius, the one of the three that he really disliked. “Not only did you disrespect the mother of my children.. To my children.. But you disrespected my wife.” 

Sirius scoffed before looking at Draven “Are you seriously about to try and intimidate us? Ill admit you are..” He held his hand up and waved it in front of Draven with a smirk on his face “Like a greek god or something, I mean honestly 10 out of 10. But I don't think your the typ–” 

His words were cut off by yet another fist to the face. He staggered back from the impact, this time feeling more than hearing the rebreaking of his nose. The one that had barely been broken before was definitely shattered now. 

Draven wanted to hit him again.. And again.. And maybe one more time after that.. Four times for the four hearts he had broken. Because he was rational enough to understand that the anger the triplets were feeling was because they learned that these three men had easily and willingly written them off before birth. 

So he wanted to punch each of the three of them at least four times. But he settled for the one, extremely satisfying nose breaking hit he landed on Sirius. He took a few shaky breaths before he turned to look at Remus, recognizing him once again as the ‘leader’ of the group. 

“When this party is over, the three of you are no longer welcome here.” He spoke matter of factly, but heard his wife's previous words before adding, “Harry is welcome though, he can be dropped off by you or James. Or brought by Lily and Amos since Cedric comes often as well. But Sirius Black is banned from any and all of the Malfoy family properties.” 

Draven readjusted his leather jacket, took a deep breath and turned back to the two friends who were left. “Let's get back to the party.. I'm sure the triplets are going to want to talk before we move on..” 

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Okay... SO I was super nervous about posting this so let me know your opionions. The next part is going to be the kids (The triplets and Owen) asking questions. And the Marauders seeing the love between the reader and Draven. Then a sweet little ending.. (Hopefully little)

What questions do you want them to ask?

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Marauders Epilogue

Hey guys! SO I am actively writing the epilouge to the marauders mini.. Problem is.. You know how I am, my brain just keeps running and at this point its almost 5000 words long, which would make it the longest yet.. And Im not done with it. So I promise it will be out soon Im just trying to force myself to find a way to shorten it..

So I guess my question is do you want a really long.. Detailed (Not sexually) epilouge or shorter? Ill do whichever you want just please comment and let me know!!

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I just wanted to apologize that it took me so long. I was super sick and ended up spending the night in the hospital. But Hopefully Im back so heres part 3, the final part of this mini series. <3

PART 1 PART 2

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Three weeks..

Thats how long it had been since you walked out of the Manor. How long it had been since you had seen Theodore, or heard his voice. Of course you had checked in with the Greengrass sisters. Blaise knew where you were, since it was his home you were staying in.

He had a room set up there for you. Your name was on the door and everything. It has light gray walls, gray wood flooring and colorful rugs and window drapes. There were plants everywhere. Snake plants, English Ivy, Multiple types of Pothos, A huge spider plant, a small gardenia tree. An Aloe vera plant his mother had found one summer when you got sun burnt.

And lastly, a peace lily that brought you a ridiculous amount of pain. It had been sent with a note.. A note from the late Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. A note attached to it that made you so angry you threw the potted plant across the room when you received it.

Blaise`s mother had scooped it up when you left the room and kept it alive for you. To this day, no one on the planet besides you, Dumbledore and whoever he had let read it, knew what it said.

Ms. Y/L/N,

I am deeply sorry for your loss. Please know that the pain you feel now, is a large factor in helping us win this war. Hold onto that feeling, let it guide you back to the light. I'm sorry I couldn't change this event for you, but it was essential that it happened.

~ The now Late,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

P.S, I forgive you, for doing what you had to do. So please understand that this was something I had to do.

To you, at the time, it felt like a slap in the face. Like since your old headmaster knew you were tasked with killing him, he kept the death of your baby to himself. But now you felt maybe, in some weird way he was right.

If it hadn't happened, Narcissia wouldn't have been done with Lucius. Meaning she wouldn't have lied about Harry being dead. Which in turn never would have led to Voldemort's death. What would've happened if the Dark lord had won? The pain and suffering they all would still be living in was unimaginable.

Your thoughts were interpreted when a soft knock sounded at the door. You rolled over and said ‘come in’, when the door opened Blaise walked in wearing Slytherin sweats that were clearly old and a sweater. He slowly walked over, before throwing himself dramatically down on the bed next to you.

Now you were both on your sides, hands tucked under your faces as you waited for the other to talk. Blaise was the first to break the weeks of silence between the two of you. “Why didn't you tell me? I'm not upset, I just wish I could've been there for you.”

You sighed as you looked at someone who you considered to be your brother. Blaise had been there since day one. Every time someone made fun of you, he was there. When Flint didn't want to let you try out for quidditch, Blaise formed a protest. Saying that all the other teams allowed girls, that you should at least be able to try out.

Sixth year, when you and Draco would fight, it was Blaise who listened and pulled the bottle out of your hand. He was the first person you looked for at the Battle of Hogwarts. He was your person. Your platonic soulmate.

So why didn't you tell him?

Sighing you turned on your back, before speaking softly. “I'm not really sure.. I think part of me just shut down so hard after that..” You searched your mind for a better explanation as Blaise watched you quietly.

He knew how hard it was for you to talk about the war. He couldn't imagine how much harder that particular part of it was. He figured it got worse after the other night. He just wanted to be there for you in whatever way he possibly could be.

“I think that for both Draco and I there was no way for us to see closure from the situation at the time. So we just shut it away in a dark part of our minds. Me miscarrying and Astoria getting pregnant just brought it back up. Arawan will always be our first baby, ya know? Even if we never got to know anything or bury them.”

“I swear I was going to tell Theo.. Draco was going to do it with me.. He must've told Astoria, god she's always been so loving and understanding.. She's perfect for him.” You smiled as you turned your head to look at your friend who was nodding in agreement. “Thank you for letting me stay here.. I'll go home in a few days.”

Blaise nodded, an idea forming in his head. A way for Theo to start his path towards forgiveness that would also help you and maybe Draco. He watches as your eyes get heavy again, knowing that you'll fall asleep soon again. He's just happy you're sleeping again, after almost two weeks of waking up to you screaming in your sleep.

Once your breath evens out, and your mouth falls open just a little, he slips out of the bed. Closing the curtains and spelling the candles you had lit, before writing a note and slipping out.

I have a few errands to run, I'll be back tonight with Take-out

BFF&A

~Blaise Zabini

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Towards the end of the week Blaises mother (Picture Angela Bassett) had shown up, drug you out and treated you to a girls day. It was lovely to spend the entire day with your mother figure. She had always wanted a girl, and was more than enthused when Blaise brought you home over christmas.

So you spent the day being a girly girl.

Brunch with mimosas, strawberry of course as you're allergic to oranges. (Fun fact.. I am actually allergic to oranges.. Not that you asked) Deep tissue massage, seaweed wrap, facial, hair and nails done and lots of unnecessary shopping. At the end of the day Mrs. Zabini pulled you into a dress shop and started hanging things in a dressing room.

While you had no idea why she was only picking black dresses, you just went along with it. You had learned over the years that the woman was not to be argued with. Dress after dress was rejected by you or Mrs. Zabini, all until you walked out in ‘the one’.That night Mrs. Zabini sat you in a chair at her vanity and started to work what she called her ‘magic’. She braided your hair into a crown around your head, leaving whisps here and there that she curled. She did subtle make up everywhere besides your eyes, that were lightly lined. But the dark sparkly eye shadow made your eyes look brighter.

She lined and colored your lips with your favorite lipstick before pulling you up and ushering you towards your dress. An A line, princess sweep with a V neck and a lace up back. Black in color with crystals that looked like shining stars as you moved. Cute black heels with a thicker heel base, since you're never very steady on them. When you were fully dressed and walked back around the corner Mrs. Zabini was holding a box that was very familiar to you. It just caught you off guard because it was supposed to be in the family vault.

The box contains your family jewelry.

The one set that you got from your mother, almost five million galleons worth of diamonds. The Necklace, bracelet, ring and earring set all from the ‘Reflection de Cartier’ collection. The set was beautiful, and full of diamonds, even if you did think it was a touch gaudy.

Just under 40 carats between the four pieces. 601 diamonds, 218 baguette cut, 382 brilliant cut, and 1 princess cut. Just over five million galleons worth, bought for your mother over time by her father.

Whatever Mrs. Zabini was dressing you for, you now knew was a very special occasion.

~~~~~

Hours later your heels were clicking down a newly placed stone walkway. It was lit by solar lights, they were littered through the freshly planted plants. Small gleaming mushrooms by pink pampas grass. A patch of glowing chrysanthemums sprouted out of some type of ivy. Multiple sizes of jellyfish leds in some rose buses. Fairy lights hanging from flowering trees.

The moon was almost full and shining down on you as you made your way towards what seemed like a hedge maze. And standing just outside of it was Draco, in an all black suit, hair brushed back like he used to in school. He smiled softly when he saw you approaching “Tonight.. Is the night we start healing again.” He said softly as you linked arms.

He lead you through the maze expertly quietly. You knew that whatever this was it was constructed using magic, because even though the air was chilly you were warm. The moment you stepped into the maze it felt like you were home.

Draco was silent as you took in everything around you. There were more lights, and more flowers along with different bright colored birds and butterflies. Dragonflies buzzed and landed momentarily on your shoulder as the two of you kept walking.

Soon the two of you stepped into the center of the maze, your breath leaving your lungs as you looked up at the giant white weeping cherry tree. It was in full bloom standing large and towering over the hedge around it.

Its sweet scent assaulted your nose as you closed your eyes. When you reopened them, you found all your friends standing under it, some of the branches pulled to the side. Draco again led you closer now to where you found not only your friends but Theodore.

They were all dressed in black, just as you were, small sad smiles on their faces. When you turned to look at Draco he had let you go and made his way back to Astoria. So you took a chance, and turned to look at Theo who was slowly stepping towards you. When he spoke all that came out was a small and almost frightened sounding “Hi.”

“Hi.” You said back as he reached you, even in your heels you still had to look up at him. You could see how tired he was, dark circles under his eyes betrayed his lack of sleep. He reached for your hand almost expecting you to pull away but you didn't. “What is all this?” You asked, watching as he smiled nervously.

Theodore rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand as he tried to find the right words to explain what he and Blaise had done. “Well… This is the land between Nott and Malfoy Manor, So Draco, Blaise and I kinda thought we could use it for something special.”

Slowly he pulled you back to where he had been standing, and when you looked down you almost wept.

Because beneath you was a beautiful headstone. Two large black slabs stood with faceless angel standing between them. One side had Arawan Malfoy with no date in script along with a small prayer, while the other held both your and Dracos constellations.

Your eyes found Theodores as tears slowly fell, you were at a loss for words. But he spoke for you, “I know I can never make up for how I made you feel, but I hope you can forgive me. I also want you to know I didn't make this place as an apology, Blaise and I thought that you and Draco deserve somewhere to go to mourn what you both lost.”

“That's why we picked here. Because it's on both of our land, it's spelled to always be warm. There will always be flowers on the walkway, butterflies and dragonflies in the air. This tree will always bloom and shelter your baby. I want this to be another step forward in your recovery.”

You still couldn't believe what you were seeing, or hearing so you turned to Draco. He and Astoria both stepped forward, wrapping their arms around you as tears flowed freely. Draco kissed the top of your head before he looked down at the little grave too.

He had never told you how much the entire thing had killed him. It tore him apart but he stayed quiet and held you up through it because he felt only one of you could fall apart. None of his therapy, none of the times he talked to Astoria about the incident could feel as freeing as this did.

Because he finally felt like he could let it go. Like he really could heal and prepare for the next step in his life. He no longer felt like being happy for Artorias pregnancy was him betraying Arawan. Because now he had a place that he could bring Scorpius, he had somewhere he could lay flowers and mourn when he needed too.

Neither of you were leaving Arawan behind, because now they had their own place. A special place given to them out of love instead of heartbreak and sadness. It was more than you or Draco couldve ever asked for.

Slowly you unwound yourself from the Malfoys and turned back to the others, Blaise came up and kissed your forehead. Daphne and Enzo both hugged you and told you they loved you before everyone left. Leaving you alone with Theodore.

Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth when you turned back to him. His hands were shoved in his dress pants pockets as he watched you look around. When your beautiful eyes landed back on him they had more tears in them, but there was a lightness he hadn't seen before.

“This is more than I could've ever asked for Theo..” You said softly as your fingers ran over the wings of the angel statue. You felt a new found sense of closure you never thought you would get as you looked around. A bright green dragonfly landed on your hand as you watched the faceless angel.

Your faceless angel.

You felt rather than saw Theodore come up behind you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kissed the back of your head. “This is only a fraction of what you deserve, My love.” You smiled and turned so you could wrap your arms around him.

His arms felt like home, the smell of his cologne and fire whiskey comforting. His warm honey tone washed over you every time he spoke, “I don't care about the doctors appointments, or the struggle we may face. I'll face anything with you Y/n. If you don't want to face it then we won't, we can adopt or not have children at all.. I just want you.”

You leaned your head back, looking into the blue ocean of his eyes and could see the truth. Without thinking, you pushed to your toes and laid your lips against his gently. It was a small and simple kiss, but it conveyed everything that needed to be spoken between the two of you.

There in the grove that Theodores love for you had created, the two of you promised to be together from them on. Forever in every struggle, in every crisis.

Through every tear of happiness or pain.

It would forever more be Theodore Nott.. and Y/n Y/L/N.

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Marauders pt 4

I just wanted to apologize that it took me so long. I was super sick and ended up spending the night in the hospital.

I also said this would be the last part, but there is going to be an epilogue after this. Sorry this hasn't turned out how some of you thought it would, please dont hate me lol.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

My Darling Daughter,

I am beyond words at this moment. After you left yesterday the house was thrown into chaos. Monty and I are extremely disappointed in our boys, in so many more ways than one. I can not express to you how sorry I am for having failed not only them but you as a mother.

I am unsure of where I went wrong, to lead us to where we are now, but here we are.

I just want you to remember that Monty and I will be here every single step of the way if you want us. We love you just as much as the rest of them. And we love our grandbaby even more, anything you need, anything you want. You know where to find us.

I will love you forever.

~Euphemia Potter

Beautiful Girl,

As Mia said, we are so so disappointed in our boys. I am 100% in your corner on this one. Had I been able to push through my anger last night and find the right words, not only would they have received the tongue lashing of a lifetime, but I would have contacted you then.

I am extremely grateful to your friends for finding it in their hearts to let us know that you were safe. I know that you will be well taken care of with them. I know that my granddaughter (Yes Im putting my money on a girl) will be loved and well provided for with them as well.

But I want to remind you that even though you are not mine biologically or legally, you are my daughter Y/n. And I will love you as such until my last breath, and even past then. You both will always have a home here. There will always be lavender tea in the cupboard right next to your Viennese whirls.

I have finished brewing your prenatal potion, please let me know if I need to drop it off or if you want to send someone for it. It's too heavy and too valuable to send by post, Darling. I also am working on the taste so don't you worry about that.

When the morning sickness sets in I have something brewing for that too. Every potion you could possibly need through the next nine months is and will be readily at your disposal.

Only the best for my daughter and granddaughter.

~ Fleamont Potter

Y/n,

I just wanted to apologize for my behavior. I am absolutely disgusted with how I acted. I want to reassure you that whatever you think that I think about you is false. You are truly one of my best friends. I hope this doesnt ruin that.

~ Remus Lupin

Y/n,

Merlin I don't even know how to write this..

This has been the hardest day of my life. I went from being excited at the prospect of having a child, to seeing all the problems the situation is causing. All the problems our relationship is causing.

As much as I absolutely love you, and I do Y/n, I love you so much. I can't lose my best friends. I have to let one person go in order to hold on to the other two, and it hurts, but I must. I promised Sirius years before I knew you that I would never let him be alone. I promised Remus that I would be there for every full moon.

I can't keep those promises if I walk away with you. And that's the cross road that I am at now. One way is you, and the potential for a family. But would that be enough for me without them? Would it really be my true family without Remus and Sirius?

I don't think so.

I'm sorry.

I'll always love you.

~James Potter

Reluctantly you set aside the three pieces of parchment before closing your eyes and sighing. It was over, you were alone in this. At some point while you read Rodolphus had shown up, silently sliding into a seat next to Bella.

Now Rodolphus wasn't exactly a good man, it was widely known that he was on the Dark Lord's side during the short war. But he had been truthful and was granted a pretty easy probation given he wasn't active in the killings or tourtings. But even he was disgusted at the behavior of the so-called Marauders.

Regulus was digging his short painted nails into his palms in anger. Anger at the two boys who had written and even more at the one who hadn't. Sirius had always been selfish, full of himself and stupid. He always thought the world should revolve around him, but Regulus would guess that Sirius couldn't stand it if the two boys’ worlds didn't.

Sirius always did what he could to keep their attention. Really to keep everyone's attention. Whether it was making out with random girls, waving and blowing kisses during games or dancing on the table during meals. Sirius always had to be the center of attention.

He wouldn't be able to do that with a pregnant woman or a baby. But Regulus was still disgusted at his brother's behavior.

Evan and the others were as well, but Evan was running through all the things that needed to happen in order to make things right. How best he and the others could help you, where you were going to stay, what you needed. Who would go get the potion? What paperwork needed to be done, everything was running a mile a minute through his head as Malfoy spoke.

“I don't know what you want to do. I don't really know you as a person, but can I give you my opinion?” Lucius said looking at you, his face was as soft as you thought you had ever seen it as you nodded. “I think you should send a few of us to their manor to retrieve your things. You can stay here, or at Malfoy Manor or between the two of them if you wish. We should make sure your Gringotts account is only accessible to you.”

“While we are getting your things, Regulus can speak to Mr. and Mrs. Potter about coming to your appointments if you wish and he can get your potions. And I think you should have my brother write up a few blood bound contracts. Stating that the boys, and I'm calling them boys because that's what they are, give up any rights they may have to the child. And that they will never come after you for anything to do with said child or children.”

“I think you should have them sign away all of their rights to whomever is growing inside of you. Don't let them walk out now, only to try and come back later when they grow up or break up. If you're going to be there from day one, they should have to be too.”

Everyone was shocked as Malfoy spoke, he sounded so mature and caring. Something none of them but Cissy was used too, she leaned into his side and kissed his cheek in thanks. You looked around the table as your mind tried to process what he said. Your heart was screaming that James would come back to you eventually, but was that really what you wanted? Did you want to always be second best to someone else?

No.

You most definitely didn't want your child growing up second best. James' words really drove it home for you. Would it really be a family without them? Would it be enough for me? If James felt that he needed the two of them, more than he needed you and potentially his child, then Lucius was right.

He would never be able to give you or your baby what you needed.

“I really appreciate that Lucius. And I agree, it is clear that none of them can or are willing to give me the support I need. And if they can't support me they can clearly not support a child. So yes, I would love it if your brother would be willing to do that for me. The only thing I would like to add is a blood contract stating that the Potters are my child's legal grandparents. If they would like to see him or her after they are born they can do so without any of the boys.”

That was just one more thing that the wizarding world had over the muggle world. Blood contracts. Someone could go and adopt a baby, and through blood magic become their biological parent. Even two males or two females could become parents. The baby would grow to have features of said parents, and would show up on the family trees. It was amazing.

After a bit of conversation it was decided that the girls would go with you to Diagon Alley. To check your account and do some shopping for the two new bedrooms you would have. One with the Tonks’ and one with the Malfoys.

Evan would go to St. Mungos where he was already an apprentice healer and talk to a midwife about what you needed and schedule appointments for you. He would bring back whatever they said you needed right away and also bring you any paperwork that needed filling out.

Regulus, Lucius, Rodolphus and Ted would go to Potter Manor to pack and collect your things. Regulus would split everything according to which house he thought it should go to. Then he and Ted would sit down and talk to the Potters. Roldolphus would take part of your things back to Tonks Manor before going back to work.

And Lucius would take the rest to his family home, where he would be meeting with his older brother Draven. The two would sit down and get the contracts ready, and Regulus would go back within the week with Draven to deliver everything and get signatures.

Hugs, words of praise and thankfulness were exchanged before you all set off to your destinations. You suddenly felt so much better, you realized you were not alone. This group of misfits, from both sides and three separate houses would be the family you really needed.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Monty was sitting on his couch, his leg bouncing up and down as he thought over the happenings of the past two days. Four loud cracks alerted him to someone's presence as he practically ran to the window. He recognized Lestrange from his trial, and knew Malfoy through his father Abraxas. The two other dark haired men he had yet to be acquainted with. But he could tell the boy in the front had to be Regulus Black. Not only did he have similar features as his brother but the way he carried himself screamed Sacred 28.

Mia was opening the door before Regulus could knock, a small polite smile on his face for the women who helped raise his best friend, along with his brother. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Potter. My friends and I are here to discuss things pertaining to Ms. Avery, as well as to collect her things.”

Mia nodded sadly as she stepped aside, each of the boys introducing themselves to the two adults and offering hand shakes. “We would like to pack her things, then Mr. Tonks and myself will sit down with the two of you and whichever of your children decide to come. We can then discuss how things will proceed if you are willing.”

Both elder Potters were astounded by the way Regulus spoke and held himself. Being only 17 and about to head into his final year at Hogwarts they expected someone less mature. Yet they were met with someone who acted as if he was much older and wiser than any of the 3 boys upstairs.

Remus was making his way down the stairs as he heard Regulus’ voice. He quickly turned back around and ran back to Sirius’ room where the other two were still laying cuddled in bed. “Regulus is here!” He said quickly and loudly.

Sirius jumped out of bed, almost shoving Remus out of the way as he ran down the hall and stairs. He had a huge smile on his face as he slid into the room in his socks. “Reggie!” He cheered as he made his way to the group, but he stopped short as he noticed the other three. Then he noticed the dark and disappointed look on his brother's face.

Regulus tried to not scowl, he had been missing his brother. But after the events of the day and yesterday he realized that Sirius would never change, he would never grow up and see how he makes those around him feel. He would never understand the pain he left others to deal with just so he could escape.

Sirius would always make it too shore, never thinking about those he left to drown.

Regulus turned back to Mia, his hands folded behind his back as the other two Marauders showed up in the room as well. “If you could just show us to Ms. Avery's room, we will be quick and efficient. Then as I said Lestrange and Malfoy will be taking her belongings to their respective places while Ted and I speak with you.”

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Evan pulled on his light blue lab coat as he made his way towards the Maternity ward. He already knew who he wanted to work with you. An older witch named Bonnie and her young assistant Aliyah. The two were a wonderful team, they didn't need to communicate outloud to work seamlessly around the other.

Evan had watched them perform miracles and it was actually them who had made him start thinking about moving to this ward. Now with his best friend pregnant, and other friends getting married, he was more determined than ever.

When the door swung shut behind him, Bonnie peaked out of her office, smiling and waving the young man in. “Evan! Darling, I didn't think you worked today! Sit, sit!” She said in her motherly light voice, waving towards the overly plush chairs in front of her desk.

Evan sat down with a smile as he shook his head, “I'm not on the schedule actually. I'm here to talk about what my friend needs and to make her some appointments. She's very stressed already and our group is trying to divide and conquer to help her in any way we can. Since I'm familiar with you all, they thought it was best for me to come here.”

Bonnie nodded, and paged Aliyah in, who quietly came and sat next to Evan. “How far along is she? Is this her first pregnancy?”

“It is her first as far as I know. And we don't know how far along she is, she just found out yesterday or the day before, and let's just say it has been a very chaotic and stressful 48 hours for her.” Evan said clenching his jaw as he thought about how badly he wanted to hex your stupids ex’s.

Ali patted his arm and smiled her huge bright smile, “You're all being amazing friends. That's the first and one of the most important things she needs. A good and strong support group.” Bonnie nodded in agreement as she pulled pamphlets out of her desk, “So we will need to see her ASAP, I can see her at the end of the week. Just to do a routine check, make sure it's not a false positive, gather a complete medical and family history and conduct a pelvic and breast exams, urine tests, a pap smear and blood work. As well as trying to see how far along she is.”

Evan nodded, summoning a notepad and quill to write everything down as Bonnie carried on. “She will need to be seen every 4 weeks until she is 28 weeks along. Then every two weeks until 36 weeks and then once a week until the baby is born.” Bonnie paused while Evan scribbled, a small smile on her face as his tongue poked out of his lips in concentration. It was clear that the boy truly cared about the girl he was in here asking about. “Does she know who the father is?”

Evans' head jumped up, that was the one question he didn't want to answer. He didn't think ethier woman would judge you, but you never truly know. After a second's hesitation, he decided it was probably better if he told them, so they didn't ask you. Shaking his head he sat back, “My friend, her name Y/n Avery. She was in a polyamorous relationship with three young men we went to school with. Unfortunately she doesn't know who the father is, but all three have decided to not be involved.”

Ali shook her head, disappointed in the men in her generation. “Does she want to find out, do you know?” Evan shook his head again, “The only thing I'm worried about is one of them is a werewolf. He wasn't born that way, but I know he is worried about passing it down.”

Bonnie nodded again, “Well then, we will take extra precaution. There is actually a test we can do now before birth, around 30 weeks that will tell us if the baby carries the gene or not. So I'll put that in her chart. Ill also put in here to not bring it up, or any of the fathers up unless she does or there is a concern.”

Evan nodded and thanked her as he read over all the pamphlets he was holding. “I was actually hoping that the two of you would assist her. She has been my best friend since we were children, I would be able to sleep at night knowing it was you guys. She.. had a pretty rough childhood, like most pureblood families who were leaning towards the darkside. I would just feel so much better.”

Ali smiled again, she really liked Evan. She had even met his boyfriend and a few of his friends. She was ecstatic with the knowledge that he trusted her with someone so precious in his life. When she looked over at her mentor she could see the same pride on her face as Bonnie nodded.

“We would be honored Evan.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The table was quiet as Regulus, Ted, Monty, Mia and the three Marauders all sat around it. The two ‘scary’ ones were gone, along with all of your things. Mia almost wept at the emptiness of the room, but she knew it was best for you. And that's all she wanted.

“So… We will keep this short and sweet for now. Y/n is having paperwork drawn up for all three of the potential fathers to sign off their rights. Since none of them want to be involved, this will ensure that they are not held responsible in any way.” Ted said as he crossed one ankle over his knee.

His hufflepuffness wanted him to go and hug the older woman who looked like she was on the verge of tears. So to lessen her heartache he spoke quickly, “But she is also having something written for Mr. and Mrs. Potter to become her child or children's legal grandparents if that's something you're interested in.”

Monty bit the inside of his lip to prevent himself from smiling too much. While Mia finally let her tears fall, she nodded and expressed how happy that made her. James looked away from his parents, knowing he had disappointed them.

He was still teetering the line of right and wrong, but he felt like it was far too late. The moment he wrote that note he sealed his fate in the baby's life. He signed away his chance at being a part of it the moment he said it wouldn't be a real family without his two boyfriends.

Regulus could see the struggle on James’ face, but he really didn't care. He had watched one of his best friends break down in a way that nobody should experience. So he kept his face straight and impassive, “She's having the contracts drawn up today, whenever her lawyer is ready, He and I will be back to get things signs and such. We are trying to keep her as hands off as possible when it comes to the boys.”

Monty nodded and leaned forward onto the table ignoring the smirk that wanted to show when Regulus referred to his sons as boys. “Can I ask who she's having drawn them up with? I just want to make sure that she's taken care of. Not that I don't trust you all, I just want to make sure she isnt taken advantage of.”

Regulus tried not to clench his jaw tighter. He didnt by any means dislike the Potter parents. He just had a hard time separating the anger over Sirius leaving from them. “Draven Malfoy will be taking care of all her legal needs. He's Lucuis’ older brother, Ravenclaw, a few years older than us. He's extremely fair and very intelligent, he would never take advantage of someone. I doubt he will even let her pay for his services.”

Mia patted her husband's hand, she knew of Draven, it was very satisfying to her that the man would be helping. Monty sat back with the small confirmation from his wife. While the three Marauders all looked slightly confused.

None of them knew that Lucius wasn't an only child. They definitely didn't know that there was a Malfoy that had been in Ravenclaw. They all wondered what he was like, but they would meet him soon.

“I should go check on the girls and make sure that Evan got everything taken care of.” Regulus nodded and stood shaking the hands of the two adults before taking his leave. He was reaching the end of his patience, he couldn't be in the same room as his smug brother any longer.

Ted sighed but watched his friend leave, he knew it was much harder for the others than it was him. “Sorry, he and Evan are quite stressed about this whole thing as you can imagine. It took a lot of convincing for Evan to not make an appearance here. I don't think that would've turned out well for any of us.”

Ted then stood, shook everyone's hands “Someone will letter you when Mr. Malfoy has the papers ready. Have a good rest of your day Potters.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the large office that used to house all things Abraxas Malfoy, sat the two heirs to a massive fortune. The two sons couldn't be more different though. Even to the way they dressed, Lucius always wore suits and dress robes. While Draven liked to keep things more casual.

Lucius was cold, and hard. His gray eyes were dull and angry, he held himself like he was better than everyone else in the world because he truly believed that he was. He cared for his friends, but wasn't good at showing it. He carried himself in the same way that Abraxas had.

While Draven was warm and caring. He opened his family law office in hopes of offering low income help to witches and wizards that became entangled with pureblood families. He wanted to be able to help those who wouldn't be able to stand their own against the higher families of their world.

Dravens eyes held splashes of green and blue mixed with the family gray. They were light and happy, just like the smile that was always on his face. He was intelligent and creative, witty when it came to conversation as well as his job. There were very few times that he wasn't able to get what his clients needed.

And that was one of the reasons that Lucius had asked him here.

“So brother, tell me what you need from me.” Draven said tilting his head with a small smile. He figured that Lucius was ready to propose to Narcissa, that he wanted a prenup. He was pleasantly surprised when his brother explained the situation.

“Ok, she needs three termination contracts, and a grandparental contact. Easy enough, I can have them written up by the end of the day tomorrow. Then I can go with someone she designates to get them signed, I'll go over them with her first. Make sure that everything is how she wants it. It can be done before friday.”

Lucius nodded and went to speak when laughter floated up from the gardens below.

The two men stood and made their way to the balcony. Draven had never really met any of his younger brothers ‘friends’, but below in the expansive garden the estate had he saw four women running around. The heirs watched from above as they laughed and what seemed to be the muggle game tag.

The first he knew as his brother's girlfriend, the other two were easy to put as her sisters. But what really caught his eye was the exquisite beauty that was running with them. Her skin tone complemented by the peach sweater hanging off one shoulder. Even from high above them he could admire how beautiful you were.

The sound of your laughter ignited happiness in him, in a way that he had never felt before. He felt himself taking the final step to the end of the balcony. He wanted to lean over the railing just to be a tad closer to the woman he couldn't tear his eyes away from.

Goosebumps flooded his skin as you turned to look back at your friends only to lock eyes with him. His mouth falling slightly open as a profound sense of familiarity and accomplishment came over him. It was the weirdest thing, he all of a sudden felt like he was home.

Like looking into your eyes gave him everything he needed, everything he didn't know he wanted. And suddenly he knew that no matter who you were, no matter the situation, he would be there.

This feeling was something he had only read about in books. It was like when HeathCliff and Catherine met, Draven knew in a split second that he had just found something others would never find.

He had found his soulmate.

His twin flame.

Who do you think will play Draven? Again sorry if this hasnt turned out how you thought. Its not how I thought ethier, but I talked to a lot of people and this is just how its gonna go... SO.. Sorry lol

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Marauders Pt 3

FOR THE NEXT PART AND THE FINAL PART, You will maybe hate it.. But thats ok.. I put days and days worth of thought into this. Spoke to some other writers, and some readers and decided on this path. If you dont like it please just scroll on, no need to leave nasty comments or unfollow me. This just took a turn I didnt really expect at first.

Please read part 1 and part 2 before reading this!

NEW CAST MEMBERS

Keira Knightley as Andromeda Tonks

Andrew Hollingworth as Ted Tonks

Natalie Dormer as Narcissa Malfoy

Katie McGrath as Bellatrix Lestrange

Adrian Turner as Rodolpus Lestrange

Harry Lloyd as Lucius Malfoy

Timothee Chalamet as Regulus Black

William Tudor as Evan Rosier

Otto Seppalainen as Draven Malfoy

The door opened quickly after your knuckles wrapped on it. Tears streaming down your pink cheeks, hair tangled from appartaing and the slight wind. The dark hair of Ted Tonks was the first thing you saw. Your mind was a mess, you felt like you were on the verge of having a panic attack. Your heart was pounding, you could feel sweat starting to bead on your forehead.

Remus’ face and Sirius’ words kept playing over and over in your head as that voice screamed that the downfall of the Marauders was your fault.

“I bet she doesn't even know who the father is.. Do you Princess..”

“This is all your fault”

“I WILL NOT BE A PART OF SOME BLOODY BASTARD BABIES LIFE!”

“This is all your fault.”

“IT IS HER FAULT!”

Your breathing picked up, you could see Ted's mouth moving as his face paled. He was yelling for his wife, for his in-laws, for anyone but you couldn't hear it. All you could hear was ringing and Sirius’ “Your a good fuck, but I only tolerate you for Jamie.”

The curly hair of Regulus Black came into focus as your knees buckled. His warm hands came into contact with your clammy sweaty skin as the dizziness took over. He was yelling too but you only made out small pieces as he turned you around. Pulling your back against his chest, one arm around your waist and one rubbing your sweaty hair away from your face.

“Evan… Draught.. Attack..”

That was all you heard of Regulus’ smooth but panicked voice. When The Black sisters, Lestrange and Malfoy came into view words started tumbling. Andromeda was your best girl friend, her sisters a close second. Even Bella who was a tad bit crazy.

“They hate me! They hate me.. I ruined everything..”

Your words were slurred slightly from the panic and your breathing, but the group understood. Regulus tightened his arms around your body as Evan came back into view. Carrying a vial of turquoise liquid, one that the man kept on hand for Regulus. Because Regulus had panic attacks too, often.

“They don't hate you, Sunflower.” Regulus said as he smoothed your hair back. He had no clue what was going on. He knew you and his brother didn't get along, but he didnt think James could ever hate you. Remus he knew only a little, but Regulus figured if he could put up with Sirius he could put up with you.

You shook your head back and forth as Evan knelt down in front of you. He was scared for the girl he had known his entire life. He had never seen you not smiling, but here you were completely breaking down in front of him. He laid his hand on your knee, thumb rubbing back and forth in a calming motion.

All he knew was that he wanted to Avada whoever made you like this. While the two of you may not be as close as you used to be, he still loved you. You were his first kiss, the first person he told when he realized he was gay. The first person he told about his crush on Regulus. He would fight anyone for you.

“You didn't hear him Reggie! You didn't see Rems face!” You cried as your body tensed more, crying harder, breathing picking up even more. You were on the verge of passing out as Regulus moved his arms to hold you still. He nodded to Evan, who straddled both your and Regulus’ legs.

He wrapped one hand around the back of your neck tilting your head back. He pulled the stopper out with his teeth before speaking softly to you. “Alright Sunflower.. I need you to take this for me.. Then we will figure everything out, yeah?” You didn't fight either of them as he pushed the glass to your lips, the bitter vanilla taste passing over your tongue.

The group watched and waited, Lucius and Rodolphus were slightly shocked to see how their friends handled you. Evan didn't move from his spot above the two of you, but he had one hand carding, threw your tangled sweaty hair, and the other resting on your neck. His thumb over your pulse point to ensure it slowed down.

Regulus had his head buried in your shoulder as he listened and felt your breathing slow. When he lifted his head up, he could see the relief on his boyfriend's face. Evan slowly stood and backed away and Regulus lightened his hold. He didn't let go yet, in fear that you would just slump over.

“Tell us what happened, Sunflower.” Evan said lightly as he sat back down in front of you. Your glassy eyes looked at each of your friends. You could feel the draught of peace and the exhaustion mixing as your body untensed and slumped against Reggie. Even Malfoy and Lestrange, who more just tolerated you for their girlfriends, looked worried.

“I'm pregnant.” You whispered, feeling Reggie tense behind you as Evans' eyes snapped to yours. It clearly wasn't a happy occasion given what they all had just witnessed. “I'm pregnant, I don't know which of them is the father..” A small sob broke out of your lips as the panic tried to fight against the potion.

“Shhh.. Shh.. We will talk about it later.. We will figure everything out, Love..” Regulus said as he watched your eyes open slower and slower. He cast a cleansing spell over the two of you, watching as the sweat removed itself from your skin and hair. Then a spell that brushed out and braided your hair. “Just rest, we will all figure it out later.”

You heard Regulus as your eyes shut, and you allowed yourself to fall asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

Back at Potter Manor two VERY angry parents were sitting in front of three boys. Who all had different emotions running threw them.

James was panicked, nervous, worried and angry. Angry at his friends for how they reacted. Angry at you for running away. Worried and panicked about where you went, who you were with. Nervous about what his parents were about to say.

Remus was upset, disgusted and tense. Upset at the situation, upset that he wasn't more careful. Upset and disgusted at his behavior. And tense because he felt like this would be the breaking point of the group.

Sirius was almost indifferent. But he was also nervous, resentful and high strung. His nervousness and the feeling of being high strung came from the look his adopted parents were giving him. He had never disappointed them before, and he knew that even though they were the Potters and not the Blacks, it made him nervous.

He was resentful of you. Resenting the distance and anger that was between him and James. Resenting the fact that in his head, you were forcing something on them that they didn't want. But he was also slightly indifferent towards the whole pregnancy situation. Having already decided he was going to have nothing to do with it.

His or not.

Mia looked up at her husband who was pacing back and forth, waiting and praying an owl would stop by. Almost on cue, a full two hours after you had left a tan and gray barn owl swooped in the window. Dropped a letter into Mias lap and flew right back out. All eyes flew to the woman as she snapped the wax seal and read.

To whom it may concern,

We are all unaware of what has happened within your home, but we wanted you to know that Y/n L/n is within our care.

She arrived very late this evening, in quite the panic. Mr. Regulus Black and Mr. Evan Rosier calmed her down from a heavy panic attack, using both their kindness and a draught of peace. Mrs. Andromeda Tonks, Ms. Narcissa Black and Ms. Bellatrix Black very kindly got her into a guest bedroom at Tonks Manor and she is now resting.

Upon her rising in the morning, the group will discuss with her the happening of today. When she reaches a decision on how she would like to proceed you will be informed. Until then, feel free to send an owl.

With our regards

Ted Tonks

Andromeda Tonks

Bellatrix Black

Rodolphus Lestrange

Regulus Black

Evan Rosier

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Black

Mia looked up from the letter at her husband, whose face was gradually growing from pink to red. He hadn't stopped pacing, but now his light steps were hard stomps. When he finally stopped he rounded on the three boys.

“I hope you are all proud of yourselves. James I understand that you were trying to escalate the situation. But Remus and especially you Sirius.. I am so beyond disappointed. We just told that poor girl that things would be alright. That we would all figure it out!”

James looked down clenching his fists in anger. He had been trying to help, he couldn't figure out who he was most upset with. You or Sirius. You had to have known that he wouldn't let Sirius hurt you physically. So why you ran was beyond him.

“I want to hear what it is you boys think you want to do come morning.. I will not allow you to string her along. When we sit down at the breakfast table at 8 am, you WILL have an answer. As a group or individually I don't care. But figure it out, and do it now.”

Monty looked over at his wife, before storming out of the room. Mia looked over the letter again, then handed it off to James who read it as well. “I would love it if you came to a decision as a group, but you must all decide what is best not only for you. But for the child Y/n is bringing into this world. No matter what you do, Monty and I will be involved. Think about this hard, make the right choice.”

Before she went off to bed herself, Mia hugged each boy, pressing a kiss to their cheeks and whispers off sleep wells. Then it was just the three boys, who all felt very differently. James leaned back on the couch rubbing his hands over his face and sighed. “How do we want to talk about this..”

Remus tugged on his hair and looked up at his two boyfriends. “I can't be a parent. And Merlin I hope it's not mine.. What happens if I passed the curse on.. I just.. I just can't James, I'm sorry. I don't blame Y/n, it's just as much my fault as it is hers. But I can't..”

James stared at the ceiling, teetering on a line of what he wanted, as Sirius started speaking.

“There's no way in hell I'm going to be involved, period. Not if it's mine, or either of yours. I don't even get along with the woman, nor do I want to be a parent. We all know that I only tolerate her for you Jamie..” Sirius decided that once again, it was time to start turning this situation into his favor.

So he stood, then knelt down in front of James between his legs. Setting both his hands on James’ thick thighs, causing him to look down at him. “I can't be a father, nor do I want to be.. Hence why I love you and Remus.. She's tearing us apart, Love.. Ever since she came into your life all we do is fight.”

James’ heart pounded in pain as tears started falling from Sirius’ eyes. His mind and his heart were struggling to decide as the gray eyed man kept talking. “There is so much distance between us.. I feel like you're slipping away from me, like you're slipping from Rem and I.”

James furrowed his eyebrows as he started thinking, his mind seeing what Sirius was saying.

“This is our chance to be just the three of us again.. We can still move into Marauders Manor.. It's our chance to be happy again, like we planned.” Sirius pushed himself up so he could lean his forehead against James’. He could tell that he was swaying him towards his side, so he pushed more tears out. Adding a few dramatic breaths and small soft sobs.

James nodded, easily being manipulated by Sirius as always. All his promises to his girlfriend, all his anger, everything went away the second his boyfriend started crying. He realized that what Sirius had said was true, all the group did was fight. He didn't want to lose his two oldest friends.

The first two people he loved.

He couldn't and wouldn't lose Sirius or Remus. He just hated that he would be losing you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, you woke in a soft bed covered by an aztec gold and steel blue scroll pattern shabby chic comforter with lace edges. The silky pillows and sheets rubbed pleasantly against your skin as you rolled over. Slowly you sat up and leaned against the padded, upholstered headboard and sighed.

Before your mind could start to wonder, a soft knock at the door caught your attention. Slowly the door opened and a very timid house elf stepped in with a stack of clothes that were clearly Andromedas due to the light colors. “Ms. Avery's presence has been requested on the patio when she's ready.” She said before setting the clothes down and popping off.

You showered and changed languidly, unbraiding your hair and allowing the now soft waves to fall down your shoulders. Gray leggings and an off the shoulder peach sweater pulled over your body as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

You wondered if you were going to be alone now. But again, before you could get too far down that path there was a knock again. This time the sharp face of your childhood friend came into view. Evan smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “I just wanted to come check on you, walk you down.”

Linking arms you both made your way out to the patio where the rest of the group besides Rodolphus were all drinking tea. The table was full of small breakfast tarts, scones and muffins. You took your place between Evan and Regulus and joined in the small conversation as Reggie sat things on your plate for you to eat, and Evan made you tea.

It was a pleasant morning, everyone laughing and catching up as it had been months since most of you had seen each other. It was always odd that you fit in so well with this group of Slytherins and one random Ravenclaw. But you had all grown up closely being mostly purebloods.

As morning rolled into afternoon, the spell of peace was broken by the Potter family owl dropping a letter into your lap. Bellatrix's obnoxious laughter was cut short immediately as they all noticed the panic spread across your face. Evans hand found your shoulder, rubbing it gently as Regulus took the letter from you.

“No matter what this says, you are not and never will be alone Y/n.” Regulus said in an even and firm tone, Evan nodding along.

“If you need somewhere to stay, you'll stay here.” Andromeda spoke and Ted raised his glass in agreement.

“You could stay at Malfoy Manor as well. And if you need legal help, Lucius’ older brother Draven is a Lawyer.” Narcissa said looking towards her boyfriend who also nodded. While he didn't really want to be involved he wouldn't turn you away. And he knew Draven would help just about anyone, especially someone in need.

Bella cackled a little before speaking, “And if you need someone hexed or tortured.. You know where to find me, little lion.” Everyone, including yourself, laughed at that. “But, maybe you should explain to us what's going on. So we can help you properly.”

You sighed and looked at your glass of tea as you spoke. “You all know that I am… or maybe was.. I don't know, anyways. I'm with James, Remus and Sirius.. You also know that Sirius doesn't really like me, for whatever reason.”

Everyone nodded as you continued, “Clearly he likes me enough to sleep with me, but not enough to be nice to me..” Regulus and Evan scoffed as they listened, “Now I'm pregnant. Clearly don't know who the father is, James seemed excited and promised not to go anywhere. His parents were overjoyed and told me that even if James leaves they want to be a part of the baby's life.”

You bit your lip trying to hold back the stinging tears in your eyes as you pictured Remus’ face again. “Remus I can understand a little.. Hes freaked out about passing his curse on. But he looked at me, and jumped away from me like I had a disease or something.. He didn't say anything or stop Sirius from screaming at me.”

Your tears had started to fall now as some of the others felt anger rising in them. “Sirius though.. God it was horrible, he told me even if the baby is his, he wants nothing to do with me or it.” Narcissa and Andromeda gasped and covered their mouths, both horrified with their cousin.

“He told me he doesn't want a child, especially not with me… Remus doesn't want children either! And he bet that I don't even know who the father is.. Like clearly I don't, you all use me! Then he went on to call my baby a bastard and scream about how he wouldn't be a part of its life. And how the entire downfall of the Marauders is my fault..”

When you stopped everyone was pink in the cheeks with anger, even Lucius who ended up speaking up. “If neither of them wanted a child, then first they should've used protection.. OR stuck to fucking each other! That's such bullshit..”

The other men at the table nodded as Narcissa leaned across the table and rubbed your hand. “We are all here darling. I'm sure between the nine of us we can raise a semi functioning child.” She smiled a little while you all chuckled at her joke. You turned your hand over and squeezed hers, “Well.. I guess I should read this letter huh?”

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HELLO!

Hey everyone.. SO SO sorry that its been so long since I posted. I was extremely sick over the weekend.. Thursday I thought I was feeling better, but friday and the entire weekend I had a high fever and my brain just wasn't working.. So today I worked on part 3 of the Marauders series I have going, there will be 1 more part that will hopefully be out within the next few days since Im feeling better. I am also working on the last part for the Theodore Nott series. Then I will hopefully be doing the 2nd and last part to the Draco one.

I appreciate all the love! Please keep following along and spreading the love!

And remember that my requests are open!

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This is part 2! Please make sure to read PART 1 and PART3

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TRIGGER WARNING- MISSCARRAGIE, FERTILITY PROBLEMS

Theodore leaving in such a rush worried you, it wasn't like him to up and leave you anywhere like that. But what really worried you was the look on everyone but Pansys faces when you and Draco returned. You tried to keep up with the small talk, waiting thinking maybe Theo just went out for fresh air. But after thirty or so minutes you decided it was time to go home.

Saying a quick goodbye to everyone, and telling Draco you would talk again soon, you left. Popping back up in front of Theodore's Manor and quickly making your way inside. It was dark as one of the house elves came up to take your coat and tell you her master was in bed.

So you were surprised to see him sitting in the armchair facing the door when you walked in. But you smiled anyways, not noticing the mostly empty bottle of fire whiskey next to him. “Hey, Mim said you were sleeping. Are you alright? You left in a rush.” You ran your hand through his hair as you stood between his legs.

When he looked up at you, you couldn't quite read the look on his face. It was a mixture between sadness, anger and confusion you thought. He looked away from you as quickly as he had looked before speaking in a monotone voice “Couldn't sleep..”

You pulled away and went to clean your face and change into pajamas as you two kept speaking, but all Theodore gave you was simple short answers. “Are you alright?”

“Yeap”

“Why did you leave so quickly?”

“Didn't feel like being there anymore.”

“Why didn't you come get me?”

“Didn't want to pull you from Malfoy.”

At the tone of his voice when he spoke of his friend you came out of the bathroom. His eyes raked over your bare legs, then watched as you buttoned one of his shirts closed across your chest. You worked on pulling your hair down as you made your way to stand in front of him again.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“I don't know.. Did you?”

The passive aggressiveness he was treating you with was off putting. It was making you nervous as you searched your mind for what you could've done wrong. Shaking your head you ran your fingers through his hair again, but this time noticed he didn't lean into your palm like normal.”I don't think so, No.”

He chuckled before finishing off his drink and standing, his body nearly pressed against yours as he looked down at you. “I don't like Malfoy being so close to you.. Kissing you in a way that makes it seem like you're his..” Theodore rolled his tongue against the inside of his teeth before gritting his jaw and tilting his head.

“Are you his Y/n?”

You stood a little straighter, finally understanding that Theodore was jealous of what he thought he saw during the party. “Theo.. It wasn't what you think.. Draco and I are not back together nor will we ever be.”

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, as he spoke he took a few steps towards you. Backing you up towards your shared bed “Are you his Y/n?” You shook your head as your knees met the edge of the mattress.

He gently pushed you down so that you were sitting while he stood in front of you. “Whos are you?”

The correct answer was that you of course belong to yourself. But that wasn't the answer he was looking for, and you could tell he wasn't in a joking or playful mood. You knew this was slightly wrong, initiating intimacy through an act of jealousy. But the part of your brain that was broken was screaming to just do what he wanted so he wouldn't leave.

“Yours.. I'm yours Theo..”

He lunged forward, his lips slamming into yours as he pushed you into the bed. His fingers wrapped around the material of his shirt and he tugged hard. Sending the buttons flying in different directions, leaving you in just your panties. His hands grasped, hard, at your hips as his lips moved against yours.

“Again.. Say it again..” Theodore demanded as he shoved his dress pants and boxers to his knees. There was no foreplay or tenderness before he found himself sinking into you. You cried out, somewhere between pain and pleasure, as he bottomed out quickly. Too quickly for you.

Thankfully he paused, giving you only a moment to try and stretch around him as he waited for your answer. He knew this wasn't the answer to the problem he was having in his head. He knew he was being mean, maybe hurting you and the progress you've made in the past few years.

But he couldn't stop himself, it was like someone else had possessed him. Like someone else had taken the reigns of his mind and he had barely any control. He pressed his forehead against yours, kissing you softly before whispering “Again Y/n.”

You wrapped one hand into his hair, laying one across his heart over his chest. “Yours Theo.. I love you.” Your voice was full of sincerity, but it only raised more questions in Theos mind as Pansys words kept circling and circling.

You gazed into each other's eyes as he moved his hips back and forth at a quick and hard pace. Warmth spread through both your bodys as you hooked your thighs around his waist, digging your heels into his ass.

Warning bells kept going off in your head but you tried to ignore them.

Why isnt he talking?

Why was he upset?

What did I do?

Is he going to leave?

Did I fail again?

Theo fisted the sheets in his fist as he ground his teeth together. He was trying to keep the questions he had from slipping out. He could feel his release building in his stomach, forcing his thrusts to speed up. The sound of him slamming into you, along with your whimpers and the tears of what he thought was pleasure falling from your eyes pushing him further.

He could feel you fluttering around him as you started to orgasm. He slammed his lips into yours again in a messy but passionate kiss. The way his hips kept slapping into yours made it hard for you to form words, but you knew that he knew you were close. He knew your body just as well, if not better, than you did.

When you broke away to try to catch your breath he harshly nipped at your jawline and collarbone. Leaving small but dark marks in his wake. His movements were becoming frantic as you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts. Your arms moved to dig your nails into his shoulder blades as your teeth dug into his arm. Biting down to try and keep yourself from screaming.

Thedore had never been a hard or demanding lover. It was one of the things you loved about him, everything was at your pace. What you wanted or needed. He got off on making sure you were taken care of, his pleasure came from your pleasure.

You hadnt been taken like this in years, and even though it was under horrible circumstances, it felt amazing. Theodore was worried you would leave him for Draco, even though you knew it would never happen. But you couldn't tell him that you felt safe with Draco, even if you felt safer with Theo.

Couldn't tell him that Draco felt like a second home, while Theodore felt like your real home. More of his body weight pressed down against you as your eyes closed. A loud groan left his lips as you both reached your peak together. Him filling you, without his normal words, made your orgasm lessen quickly.

He didn't stay on top of you like he normally did. Instead he pulled away quickly, only cleaning the both of you up before crawling into bed and falling asleep without a word. While you laid there staring at the ceiling, wondering where you had gone wrong.

~~~~~~~

That night started the single longest week of your life. And that was saying quite a bit considering you had spent a summer at Malfoy Manor with The Dark Lord and his servants. The house was silent, all the time. Theodore left early for work and came home late.

His meals would stay untouched on the plate you left them on.

He would slip in bed with you every night but not touch you. You knew that because you couldn't sleep until he was home, so you would lay in bed pretending until he came home. You couldn't stand that he was ignoring you, and it hurt that he was going so far out of his way to do so.

Finally a full week later, he spoke not only to you for the first time in a week, but it was the first time you had heard his voice at all.

“Malfoy and Astoria are having everyone over for brunch in a few hours.. Would you like to go?”

You didn't miss the venom in his tone when he said Draco's last name. Turning from the bathroom sink to look at him, you spoke softly “Do you want to go?” At this point, you just wanted to be near him. If he said no, you wouldnt go, Draco would understand because he would do the same thing.

The two of you had become people pleasers. Especially when it came to Theo and Astoria. You were both so scared that they would leave you that you bent over backwards to try and make them happy. Neither of you wanted to feel like you were any more of a burden than you thought you were. Yet another unhealable scar on your hearts and minds.

Theo could see the fear he had accidentally instilled into your eyes and you watched him. He closed the small distance between you before touching you. A simple kiss to your forehead but it felt like the first time he had touched you in months. It was a relief to the both of you when he nodded and hugged you, a small step in the right direction.

Or so you thought..

~~~~~~~

Draco took a few steps towards you the moment you were in the door. He had news he wanted to share with you, he was excited, but his smile fell when you shook your head. When he paused he noticed the dark circles under your eyes. The slight chap to your bottom lip from biting it, the small tears in the skin around your finger nails. The paleness of your skin.

The little red and blue marks on your arms from pinching yourself. He knew these were all signs of your mental health slipping into a dark place. A moment later, Theodore came in the door, sending him a look that said he wanted to hit him. Draco was taken back at the sight of the two of you standing a foot or two apart. He wanted to ask what was going on, but Astoria came up and hugged you. When she pulled you away to the front room where Pansy and Daphne were, Draco nodded towards his office.

Theodore unwillingly followed him. Slightly relieved to see Lorenzo, Blaise in the room. After a round of greetings, they all sipped awkwardly on their bourbon. Lorenzo was the one to try and break the silence, “So Malfoy.. Hows Mrs. Malfoy and baby Malfoy?”

Draco smiled but his eyes flicked to Theodore who was tense before he answered. “Great, we get to see a doctor next week. Find out if it's a boy or girl.” He smiled down at his glass, swirling the dark liquid around as he thought about his wife.

Theodore though.. He took the small look Draco gave him as a sign. A sign that the blond was wondering if he knew something he shouldn't. His blood pressure rose as he scoffed and looked towards the book shelf. He didn't even want to come here tonight.

He wasn't even sure why he had. Why he had made a small move to try and bridge the huge gap that he had created. Why he thought it was a good idea to bring his girlfriend into the home of the man he thought she was cheating with was beyond him.

All the men turned to look at a red faced Theodore as he bit his lip and bounced from foot to foot. Then back at each other all shrugging before two of them looked at Draco, then nudged their heads towards Theo.

Draco sighed, he had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. Of course he never would have predicted the way it was going to go. “Nott, you alright mate?” They all watched as Theo bit down harder, clearly trying to calm down as his foot started tapping. His fingers turned white as he squeezed the glass in his hand until it shattered.

He immediately shook his hand and hissed as the alcohol seeped into the cuts he now had. The door opened before any of them could move towards him. You walked in with a smile on your face, the first one Theodore had seen in a week.

But it quickly fell when you noticed the blood on his hand. You moved forward quickly grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the half bath Draco had in his office. You shoved his hand under some water as you snapped your fingers, producing a first aid kit. “Theo what happened?”

Your soft voice snapped him out of his lost state.

Suddenly he scoffed and ripped his hand away from you. His voice was harsh as he spoke glaring at you. “Whats wrong with me?? ME!?” You were confused as his voice started to raise. You unconsciously looked over at the other three, wondering what had happened before you came in.

Theodore of course thought you were only looking at Draco though. “Oh yeah.. Look to him to answer the question right?!” Enzo and Blaise suddenly remembered the conversation that Theodore had stormed away from the week before as they looked between the three of you.

“What? Theodore I looked at all of them? Did something happen before I came in? I was just coming to tell you dinner is ready!”

Theo laughed humorlessly, before waving his wand over his hand. He didn't even wonder if you got all the glass out as bandages wrapped around his fingers and palm. He moved away from you and back into the office. Draco watching his every move, he could tell you were nervous, and that made him nervous.

“Pansy told me about the abortion Y/n… You don't need to pretend like you're not sleeping with him..” Theo yelled as he pointed at Draco, his face was red as he practically panted in anger. He was pissed that the both of you looked shocked. You even looked like you were in pain, tears filling your eyes as you shook your head.

“T-Theo.. Its not what you think.. I can explain I swear, but its not what you think.” You said shakily, reaching out for him. Your tears started to fall as he pulled away and took a few steps back from you. “Theo-”

You were cut off by the door opening again, this time it was the other three girls opening it. Their laughter cut off as they took in the scene in front of them. The two sisters moving to stand next to their significant others. While Pansy smirked and leaned in the doorway. “Oh no.. What's going on?”

Your face morphed from sadness to an anger that only Draco had ever seen. Thankfully he had moved around his desk when Theodore started yelling. Otherwise when you launched yourself at Pansy, he wouldn't have been able to get his arm around your waist fast enough to stop you. His other hand came up to stroke your hair, speaking softly but in the quiet room everyone could hear him.

“She's not worth it.. We need to explain everything. You have to calm down for us to do that.”

Theodore laughed again, dragging his hand through his hair. “What's there to explain Malfoy.. How could either of you do this.. To me.. To Astoria!” He shook his head as he looked back at the both of you. “Why do you look so confused? How could you cheat on either of us!”

Draco stepped forward, surprised and pissed at the accusation. Now understanding that Theodore really had no clue what he was talking about and he wanted to stop his friend before he dug his hole deeper. But you raised your hand, your tears now dry, voice hard as you spoke.

“No Draco.. Let him tell me what he really thinks about me..”

Enzo was shaking his head behind the two of you, while Blaise waved his hand in front of his neck trying to tell Theodore to stop. Neither knew exactly what happened, but they both could remember their mothers talking about how horrible it was that Lucius and Bellatrix had taken your child from you.

“Please Theodore, do continue speaking.” You said as you crossed your arms, “Or maybe you Parkinson.. Maybe you should tell me what you think you know.”

Pansy scoffed before looking down at her fingernails, “I know you came into Mungos two weeks ago, and you spoke with a healer about having an aborition. Then you were all over Draco at the gala, isn't hard to but two and two together.”

Draco and Astoria glared over at Pansy, both ready to rip her vocal cords out. Both knowing this would be the last time she was ever welcome in their home. Enzo and Blaise were still staring down their friend trying to get him to stay quiet. While Daphne was looking between her sister and you. She didn't think that you or Draco would ever do that to your friends or significant others.

Daphne knew how much Draco loved her sister. She could see it all over his face when he looked at her. In every one of his movements, even now as he stood between Astoria and you. He kept looking back at his wife, as if to make sure she was ok.

You purse your lips tilting your head back towards Theodore, “Is that what you think? That I've been sleeping with Draco behind everyone's back? That I got pregnant.. And then killed my child..” Your voice was hard, if the group didn't know you so well, they wouldn't have heard the pain in it as you spoke the last few words.

Theodore's anger was faltering now. Seeing the anger on your face and hearing the pain in your voice. But he nodded slowly as he wrung his fingers together. You scoffed looking away towards the same book shelf that Theodore had looked at earlier.

“Why don't we move this conversation down to the old dining room.” You said stomping past them, shouldering Pansy on the way. Your aggressive behavior had thrown everyone off. Draco was the only one to see you like this, because with Voldemort running around the Manor as well as other Death Eaters you had too.

You had to put on a mask of superiority. Otherwise they would have messed with you at every turn. But it had been a long time since he had seen it, and he could say he hated it more now than before. He and Astoria were the first to follow you, then Daphne and Enzo, Pansy right behind them.

That left Blaise and Theodore standing in the room. Blaise rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke to his friend. “That was fucked up mate.. I dont think you're ready for the story that's about to come.. Don't think any of us are.. You're gonna feel like a right dick afterwards..”

That was all he said before he left his curly haired friend on his own. But Theodore soon followed, making his way to the dark dusty room. The long table looked like it hadn't been touched in years. None of them besides Draco and you had ever been in this room. Draco had locked the doors after he inherited the Manor.

“Ive never seen this room before..” Lorenzo said as he walked around, his shoes leaving prints behind in the dust. The room felt dark, the air felt heavy as Enzo reached a large throne like chair at the far end. His fingers brushed up the sides that were carved to look like large snakes slithering up it. “This feels..”

“Dark..” Draco finished as he watched you walk towards the spot he knew you were headed to. Astoria watched you too as she listened to her husband speak. “This was the meeting room for The Dark Lord.. Where he carried out his meetings, where Y/n and I were both forced to get the mark.. Where we both watched him kill Charity Burbage, the muggle's studies teacher.”

You stop when you easily find the spot you were looking for, your eyes glued to it as you feel someone come up beside you. You didn't need to turn to know it was Blaise, you could smell his cologne. He looked at the pinched look on your face, then the haunted one on Dracos before looking down at the stained wood.

“Is that.. Is that blood?” He asked, staring at the discolored spots around it. It was clear someone had tried to clean it up, but couldn't. He looked away, up at Draco who wouldn't stop looking at you. Then to Astoria who was looking between you and Draco. Then to Enzo, Daphne, Pansy and finally Theo, all of them were watching you.

“Yeah.. It's my blood. Cissy tried so hard to clean it, you can see all the spots around it where it messed up the wood. I remember her crying and scrubbing and scrubbing.. The house elves came and tried too but I had bled so much..”

Your voice broke a little, but you cleared your throat and kept going, refusing to look at anyone. “The summer after Dumbledore's death, Draco and I were locked in the Manor. Most of the time we weren't even allowed out of our room, let alone the house. I ended up getting pregnant..”

Daphne and Enzo sucked in a breath, scared of where this was going. While Theodore felt nauseous, he wanted to move forward and hug you, but knew you would push him away.

“I remember running around the library trying to find a book about pregnancy spells. I had been sick for weeks, and knew that only Draco could know what I thought was happening.. So I found it, he did the spell and we heard it's little heart beat.”

Both you and Draco smiled sadly as you peaked up at him. That moment was one neither of you would ever forget. Even though you never got to see the baby, or know how far along you were, it would always be your first baby.

“Even though we never got to hold him or her.. Never got to see them, we named them Arawan.. Means sunshine in Thai, and went along with the Black family tradition of naming their children after stars and such.”

Astoria smiled up at Draco and wrapped her arm around his waist, Draco's arm went around her shoulders. He kissed the side of her head before returning his attention to you. He would never be able to tell Astoria enough how much he appreciated her. How much he loved her for loving and understanding the two of you.

“Later that night, I had snuck down to get a glass of water when I ran into Bellatrix. She told me that one of the house elves had overheard something from Draco's room.. Next thing I knew Lucius was dragging me in here by my hair. He threw me on the floor and started screaming about how stupid and foolish I was.”

Your eyes closed as you remembered that night, probably the worst night of your life. Blaise wanted to hug you, but could tell that you really didn't want to be touched as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“I don't remember the curses the two of them threw at me.. Just the unbearable never ending pain that made me want to rip my skin off.. It was so bad that my muscles froze, I.. I couldn't move. At some point I couldn't even scream.”

“ I can remember feeling the blood run down my thighs though.. For some reason even though I was bleeding everywhere on my body I could feel that over everything. I begged for them to stop, but Bellatrix just laughed.. Then used the Cruciatus Curse..”

You looked to Draco, hoping he would finish because you felt like your throat was closing. He nodded when he saw the begging look in your eyes. He moved out of Astorias arms, stepping the few paces to you before slowly pulling you too him. He knew you didn't want to be touched, but you needed to feel grounded.

“When I found her the next morning.. She was covered in blood, barely breathing. I didn't think she was alive.. Thankfully some of the house elves healed her enough, until Snape arrived and did what he could. She slept for days afterwards, my mother found out at a meeting. And everything here started to fall apart.”

He turned your bodies so he was looking at Theodore as he spoke. “The appointment Parkinson is running her mouth about.. Y/n was at Mungos because she thought she was pregnant, so she set up the appointment. She didn't tell you because she wanted to know for sure. But she started bleeding the day before.”

Theodore's heart felt like it was breaking, but he embraced the pain, knowing he deserved it. Pansy had the decency to look away and towards the floor. She had always glorified being a Death Eater by Dracos side. She didn't realize the pain you went through while you were there. It was in the next moment that she realized what kind of person she had turned into.

“The abortion that Pansys talking about is that event.. A forced miscarriage they call it sometimes.. But Y/n was telling me that the Healer told her she probably won't be able to carry because of the damage my father and aunt caused. That they caused permanent damage because of the way they did things, instead of taking her to a professional.”

Draco was starting to get angry as he felt your shoulders shake. Angry at his family, his father and aunt for what they did. His mother for staying with his father. Angry at Dumbledore who knew all along what was happening as he grew up. Angry at your father for involving you in that life.

Angry at you and at himself for falling in love with each other. Angry that he wasn't more careful. But most he was angry at Theodore for thinking so lowly of you. Angry that this conversation was happening in front of your other friends, all because Pansy was jealous.

All because Theodore was jealous.

He removed you from his chest, and turned you to Blaise who enveloped you in his embrace. Laying his cheek against your hair like he had done so many times before. He was like the older brother you never had, you like his younger sister.

No one moved as Draco stepped toward Theodore, still speaking but becoming harsher and colder with each word. “She was telling me, because the two of us understand how much we burden our significant others with our past. She saw this as the feather that would break the camel's back, as the muggles say.”

Theodore shook his head, trying to hold in his own tears as he cursed himself. Cursed his jealousy and his behavior the last week. Cursed how he could never understand the pain you went threw, or were going through. But he stood his ground as his blond angry friend came closer. Ready to take whatever was coming for him as Draco stepped so close that Theo could see the black spots in his gray eyes.

“She was scared that this would be what made you leave her..” Draco said at an almost whisper, “And look at how you reacted.. The fact that you are able to think so lowly of her disgusts me.. And if I didn't love her so much.. I would kill you where you stand.. Right now.. “

There was a stagnant moment of silence as the two stared at each other. Nobody dared to move, or even breathe. Eventually Draco took a step back, but only one, “But as it stands now.. Ill let her decide your fate..”

Everyone turned to look at you, tear tracks down your cheeks. Red rimmed puffy, glazed over eyes. You looked at Theodore, who was begging you not to do what you knew you needed. You shook your head, and shrugged a sad smile on your face as you spoke again..

“I need to go.. Just for a few days.. I need some time to think..”

Nobody stopped you as you walked past them all, pausing only to kiss Astorias cheek. Nobody made a single move, or said a single thing as you walked out of that horrible room. And out of the Manor.

Arawan pronunciation- Air-A-Wan

PART 3 WILL BE OUT THIS WEEKEND! Sorry it took me a few days to get this going! I had a few other ideas in my head that I needed to get out so I could focus.

Plus its been like 60 and 70 degrees all week so I was outside a lot!

Like always, if you have any requests or opinions let me know &lt;3

Drink some water! Get some Sun!!