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10 Years Later

"Julia Lucia! You stop teasing your brother right now!" Hermione shouted as she bore down on her eldest and second youngest child. Of all the children she had, Julia and Castor got along the worst. They were like oil and water and separating them was the only thing that worked with any sort of accuracy. There were four years between them and Castor gave as good as he got from Julia. Hermione never thought she'd be thankful to be sending a child off to Hogwarts, but for a bit of peace in the house? She almost couldn't wait.

"But Mu-um," Julia whined. "He started it!"

"I don't actually care who started," Hermione snapped. "Your eldest, it's about time you act like it."

"Fine," Julia said, drawing out the word into at least four syllables. She stomped off and Hermione sighed as Castor flashed her a smirk and darted away.

"Am I too hard on her?" she asked mostly to herself. She was surprised, therefore, when Severus responded to her.

He slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her back flush to his chest. "No, she's going off to Hogwarts in a few months. A little maturity will do her good."

Hermione sighed into his embrace, closing her eyes briefly. "I can't believe we have a child old enough to go to Hogwarts."

Severus chuckled behind her. "You have a child old enough for Hogwarts. I'm still just a childless bachelor."

Hermione snorted. "You haven't been a bachelor in a dozen years. You're mine."

"Too right," Severus agreed, humming into her ear. Hermione felt her heart begin to beat faster. Even after all these years, the right word from one of her lovers was enough to get her blood up.

"Mummy!" Pollux, Castor's twin, shouted.

"Mum!" Castor said right behind him.

"It never ends," Hermione sighed and made to move out of the haven that was Severus' arms. Severus tightened his arms briefly around her before letting her go.

Julia just turned eleven and Castor and Pollux were seven. Pollux was much quieter than Castor, who was a Slytherin through and through. Hermione actually had her money on Julia being a Ravenclaw, but Severus and Lucius both had her pegged for Gryffindor. Evan, who was nine, was the quietest of the bunch and very studious. More so than Julia even. All three were convinced Evan would be sorted into Ravenclaw in two years when it was his turn to go to Hogwarts.

Hermione entered the children's playroom to find Castor and Pollux arguing over a toy broomstick. They were almost as bad as Castor and Julia. For all that they were twins, they fought a great deal. Aurelia, the youngest at just four, was also in the playroom, playing with her dollhouse. If Hermione had thought Lucius and Severus had doted on Julia, it was nothing compared to the devotion of Aurelia. Aurelia was surely too young to be considered in terms of Hogwarts houses, but her sweetness was a front most of the time and Hermione was sure she would eventually follow her father to Slytherin house.

"Castor, Pollux. There are at least five toy broomsticks in this house. Can't you find one of the others?" Hermione asked her hands on her hips.

"But this one is mine!" Castor shouted.

"No, it's not! It's mine!" Pollux argued, raising his voice in a way he rarely did. Hermione sighed in exasperation.

Lucius heard Hermione's loud sigh from halfway down the hallway and he knew that the children were getting on her nerves. She'd been home most of the week preparing for the gala the following evening and Lucius knew that too much time spent around the children was enough to fray anyone's nerves. Although Tippy and Tilly were oddly attached to the little blighters.

"Tippy!" Lucius said as he made his way toward the playroom.

"Yes, Master Lucius?" Tippy asked as he appeared beside him and hurried to keep up with Lucius' long stride.

"Let's give Hermione a break," Lucius suggested.

Tippy sighed heavily. "We've been trying, Master Lucius. But she and the children both circumvent me and Tilly."

"I'll go distract her then if you can handle this argument between the twins?"

"Of course, Master Lucius."

Lucius smirked at the house elf and quickened his pace to the playroom. Hermione was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. Evan and Julia were nowhere in sight, just the twins and darling Aurelia.

Summoning one of the toy broomsticks from the Quidditch shed, Lucius stepped past Hermione and handed it to the twins.

"There, now you both have one. However, no flying in the house."

"Yes, father," Castor said sharply.

Hermione sighed as the twins barrelled past her, heading for the Quidditch pitch.

"I've got them, Mistress Hermione," Tippy said cheerfully and hurried after the boys.

"Come away, love," Lucius murmured into Hermione's hair after gathering her close.

"But Aurelia," Hermione offered a feeble protest.

"Tilly will take care of Mistress Aurelia," Tilly piped up and Lucius hadn't even known she was close. Neither did Hermione by the way she jumped.

As Lucius led her out of the playroom and toward their own suite of rooms, he muttered, "I have no idea why you let them run you ragged."

"Am I just supposed to ignore them when they call for me?" Hermione asked. "It's different when I'm not here and they don't ask for me. Or rather I don't hear it."

"Mmm, putting office space in for the Foundation was probably the best thing we've ever done."

Hermione chuckled lowly. "Only because you enjoy your afternoon delight.

Lucius snorted lightly. "As do you, my dear."

"Are you offering?" Hermione asked as they closed the door to their bedroom behind them.

"I'm always offering," Lucius said pushing his robes from his shoulders and quickly unbuttoning his vest and then his shirt. Hermione was working on her own clothes and it wasn't long until they were both naked. "Get on the bed."

Hermione smirked at him before sauntering to the bed, crawling onto it on her hands and knees. Lucius groaned at the sight she made and hurried across the room to join her. He grasped her hips, as he stood at the side of the bed and with a small thrust of his hips, he was buried in her heat.

"Fuck," Hermione groaned, pushing back into him. Lucius set a punishingly slow pace in contrast to how quickly they began. "Lucius," Hermione whinged low in her throat. It was the only warning she gave before Lucius felt her cunt tighten rhythmically around his cock. It was almost enough to make Lucius come, but he wasn't ready to be done yet. He let her ride out her orgasm, then slipped from her.

A few twists and Lucius was lying flat on his back with Hermione straddling him.

"Ride me," Lucius growled, grasping her hips tightly.

Hermione smirked at him and lowered herself slowly onto his shaft. Lucius gasped as she enclosed around him. It was still the best feeling in the world, after all of these years.

"Started without me?" Severus asked from the doorway.

"Severus," Hermione moaned. Lucius reached a hand up to cup one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb along the tip, rolling it in his fingers. He wanted another climax out of her. One that was just his.

It was enough, Hermione shuddered and cried out on top of him and Lucius let himself go too, spilling his seed inside her. Hermione collapsed onto his chest breathing heavily. He'd finally taken the same sterility potion Severus had taken as a young man after Aurelia had been born. Six children were more than enough for him, and Hermione's last pregnancy had been especially difficult for her.

Lucius smirked as Severus rolled Hermione off of Lucius and onto her back. He hissed as he slid himself inside her oversensitized channel.

"Severus," Hermione cried out. Severus kneeled and pulled Hermione's hips to his sharply. Lucius rolled to his side and found he was perfectly eye-level with Hermione's breast. He felt Severus' hand at the back of his head and obliged him by taking one of Hermione's nipples into his mouth. Soon there was a second hand buried in his hair, this one belonging to Hermione who arched her back and clutched at him as she came around Severus. Lucius used her other hand to torment the other nipple, drawing her climax out as long as possible.

"Fuck," Severus muttered as he too came, slamming his hips into Hermione's and tightening the hand in Lucius' hair.

Lucius bit Hermione's nipple very lightly and she careened off a cliff once more, milking Severus' cock more firmly.

Severus collapsed to the bed, his head nestled into Hermione's stomach as Lucius continued his attention to Hermione's breasts.

"Merlin, Lucius," Hermione whinged. "Please."

"Please what?" Lucius asked, pulling back just long enough to ask the question.

"I need…" Hermione trailed off as she tried to sneak a hand down her belly, past Severus' face and to her cunt.

"I don't think so," Severus muttered, swatting her hand away and placing his own on her mound. "Is this what you need?" He pierced her with one finger and Hermione's back arched off the bed.

"More!" she screamed and it wasn't long until Severus was pounding three fingers into her cunt. Lucius kept to his task at her breasts, knowing she was going to be sore for days after this, but not caring, because listening to his witch fall apart at his behest was the closest thing to heaven on earth.

Lucius smirked as he watched Hermione schmooze around the ballroom. The gala had gone without a hitch, just as it had every year for the last ten years. This year, the gala was benefitting the Muggleborn Fund at Hogwarts. Hermione was a natural at charming donors out of their money, especially when it had to do with a charity she held particularly close to her heart as she did the Muggleborn Fund.

Severus approached from his left and handed him a glass of whiskey. "Going well?"

Lucius hummed. "As well as it can, I think."

"She looks good," Severus said lightly.

And she did, she'd pulled on a slinky black number, that showed off every curve she had. Her hair was piled on top of her head and when she threw her head back, laughing at something Draco had said to her, Lucius felt his trousers tightening. Draco smirked at Hermione and then at Harry, pulling his husband close to him and Lucius smiled at the sight. He was happy that Draco had found what he needed. Even if it wasn't what Lucius had expected him to find.

Catching sight of Lucius and Severus, Hermione's eyes lit up and she began making her way toward them.

"Hello, love," Lucius said and kissed her cheek. Hermione accepted it with a small smile and patted Severus' chest with one hand. "Marry me?" Lucius murmured into her ear and she snorted.

It didn't hurt anymore when she turned him down. Not like it had the first few times he'd asked and she'd said no. He knew marriage wasn't what she wanted, and had tried to convince her that it wouldn't have to be what she thought marriage was, but she'd held fast. Lucius suspected her refusals had something to do with Severus and he wanted to be angry at Severus about it, but it wasn't Severus' fault, not truly. Lucius wanted control in all things, including his relationship with Hermione. He had been taught that marriage meant control, but Hermione insisted she wasn't the marrying type. Despite the fact that she had committed to a lifetime of relationship with Lucius, he still felt a twinge of grief that she wouldn't marry him. That she wouldn't offer him that last bit of control.

He pasted a smirk on his face as more donors greeted them and soon his maudlin thoughts were swept away when the dancing portion of the gala began. He twirled Hermione around the floor as often as she would let him. She still felt obligated to dance with any donor who asked, even the ones who pawed at her. It was all Lucius could do to keep from pulling her out of one particularly lascivious donor's arms.

"She can take care of herself," Severus muttered. Lucius clenched his teeth and will his hand away from his wand. The old man had just grabbed Hermione's arse and before Lucius knew what was happening, Severus' hand was heavy on his shoulder, holding him in place. Lucius watched as Hermione smartly removed the other wizards hand from her person and said some sharp words. Then she stalked away. Lucius breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't harmed, but he was still angry.

"Remind me that Dmitry Antonhov is not invited next year," Lucius spat.

The gala had gone about as well as it could have and Hermione was bone tired. She was ready to sleep for a week. Lucius had booked a vacation for the three of them as was their custom after these sorts of events. Hermione felt guilty that she was leaving the children with just the elves and had begged Harry and Draco to stay with them for the week. She was thankful that it had become a tradition after that first time because she couldn't wait to get away with just her wizards. The last of the guests had just left when she felt an arm wrap around her waist. She leaned into the hard chest of Lucius.

"I'd wondered where you'd gotten to," Hermione commented lightly.

"I had to hold him back from protecting your honor," Severus said drily from the other side of her.

"Oh?" Hermione asked raising her eyebrow at Lucius. Lucius rolled his eyes.

"It wasn't that bad," he hissed.

Severus chuckled and Hermione smiled at them both. "Well thank you," she breathed as she turned in Lucius' arms and pressed her lips to his. "Even if I don't need you to defend me," she breathed against his lips, "I appreciate the sentiment all the same."

Lucius growled and deepened the kiss, pulling her more firmly into his arms and she melted into his embrace. Severus cleared his throat and they reluctantly pulled away.

"Perhaps we can retire to someplace more comfortable?" Severus suggested.

Hermione nodded happily and slung an arm through both Lucius' arm and Severus' as they made their way up the stairs and to their room. Halfway up the stairs, Lucius pinched her bum and Hermione screamed a laugh as they began a merry chase to their destination.

~Fin~