lucille granger

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, and I patiently wait outside the hospital room for the birth of this baby.

It soon crossed my mind that I'd be at this hospital giving birth, too.

Fuck, I'm going to be a parent.

Fuck, I think like Draco.

Suddenly, a big swoosh and a bang abruptly emitted.

We turned our heads to see Mumsy and Mrs. Weasley rushing towards us.

"Bloody hell! Luna's giving birth already?" Mumsy panicked as she greeted everyone with a kiss on the cheek, "I thought she had one more week?"

"I guess not-. I mean, she really looked like she was about to pop-." Hermione spoke.

"When you have boys you always look like you're going to pop-. Like they're eager to come out-." Mrs. Weasley interrupted

"Yes, I agree-." Narcissa added.

"And it's bloody painful!" Mrs. Weasley added, "When I had Ron I could've sworn he tore my-."

"Mum! That's enough! Please!" Ron raised his voice, covering his ears.

Narcissa chuckled and so did Harry and Hermione.

"Draco was painful too-."

"Mum, don't," he seethed, absently bouncing his leg up and down as he sat on a chair.

"Ah, you'll understand when you have a child of your own," Mrs. Weasley pinched Draco's cheeks.

Draco glanced over at me as a small faint smile appeared across his face.

Suddenly, Lorenzo bursts out the room with tears.

"Guys," he choked, "He's fucking cool!"

Mrs. Weasley and Narcissa squealed as we all started pouring into the room.

"Harry-. Out my- fucking way-." I seethed, shoving him to try and get inside the room.

I ran towards Luna's bed and saw her cradle the newborn baby into her arms.

At an instant, my insides melted.

"Oh, what a cheeky baby!" Mrs. Weasley squealed.

"Little boy's got Lorenzo's nose," Ron commented, smiling wide.

"Can we have one?" Hermione tugged at Ron's hand.

"Blegh-." Ron responded.

Draco stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me as we observed the newborn baby; and Lorenzo gazing at Zeno.

"Xenophilius Lorenzo Berkshire," Luna squealed, "It's got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"Of course it does," Enzo chimed, "He's got my name-."

Ginny smacked his arm.

"Let the baby have his moment, Enzo," she snapped.

He rolled his eyes, then automatically reverted all his attention back onto Zeno.

"He's going to be a heart breaker-. I can already feel it," Draco commented.

"Obviously. He's got my features-."

Ginny smacked Enzo's arm again.

"I want you two to be the Godparents," Luna blurted, "You and Draco."

I gulped.

I looked up at Draco as his eyes glistened onto the newborn.

"Really?" I asked her, "I'd love to, Luna."

She smiled at me, then looked back down at him.

We all surrounded Luna's bed as we watched him squirm in his little wrap.

"We're going to have one of those, Lucille," Draco whispered, as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"We sure are," I responded softly.

Harry turned to us and his eyes widened.

"Did I hear that right?" he whispered.

"If you say a word, Potter, it'll be the last thing you ever say," Draco seethed as I smacked his chest.

"Be nice, Draco," I pestered, "But seriously, Harry. Keep your mouth shut-."

He raised his hands up in surrender.

As we watched Enzo, Zeno, and Luna have a moment, I suddenly notice that Luna's happy expression soon withered.

"Luna," I said softly, "Is there something wrong?"

She looked at me and gulped. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked back down at him.

"Luna, what's wrong?" Lorenzo frantically spoke, wiping the tears that soon came pouring down.

Anxiousness grows inside me.

"Zeno," her lip quivered, "He's going to be a m-m-manwhore!" She wailed, rocking Zeno in her arms.

"Bloody hell, Luna," Ron badgered, "You got me thinking that he was missing a toe or something!"

I couldn't help but internally laugh, though Draco was chuckling behind me.

Mumsy smacked Draco's arm.

"Don't laugh, Draco. It's rude. She's going through a handful of emotions right now," Mumsy defended Luna. "Luna, my love. Listen. Zeno's going to be the sweetest most loving boy alright? And your senses may be right but trust me on this one; he'll be fine."

Luna cried even more.

"B-but he's going to have girlfriends and girlfriends!" Luna wailed.

"That is exactly how I felt with Draco-. Trust me, Luna it's going to be okay!" Narcissa reassured her, pushing Draco aside to get to where Luna is.

"Felt- with me?" Draco queried.

I giggled. Of course.

"Bloody hell he's beautiful-." Luna stammers through her tears, "He's going to grow into a man and-and he's not going to want to sleep in my arms and-."

"Luna," Mrs. Weasley interrupts, "He's always going to be your son. I know he's going to love you-."

"And the boys in the Black bloodline always love their mothers," Narcissa adds, looking back at Draco with a smile, "No need to fret, okay Luna?"

Luna sniffles as Lorenzo's stroking her hair gently.

"You're- You're right," she stammers, "No need to fret."

***

draco malfoy

*2 days*

"Where do you go when you turn?" Blaise asked Lorenzo quietly as he cradled the newborn in his arms. "Onyx goes out on open fields. But you've never told us where you go?"

Lorenzo sighed. "Far far way. In forests behind the manor and sometimes the one at Hogwarts," he responded, shaking the formulated milk in the bottle. "Here, give him this."

Blaise reaches for the bottle and places it in the newborn's mouth.

He really had Enzo's nose.

"How's fatherhood treating you?" I asked Lorenzo, "Seems like you won't get action for a while."

"Oh, piss off, Draco," he laughed, plopping onto the large bed, "You'll feel the same fucking way once Lucy gets pregnant."

I smirked. If only you knew.

"I mean, I'd probably still get some action," I bragged, "We can't keep our hands off each other-."

"T.M.I, Malfoy," Blaise shout-whispered, trying not to startle Zeno.

"Surely you're getting action Blaise?" I asked him.

"Is that even a question?" Blaise responded.

"So I'm the only one who isn't?" Lorenzo huffed.

I shrugged.

Hermione suddenly bursts into the room.

"Can we help you?" I beamed, "We're having a men-only bonding moment."

Hermione rolled his eyes "Watch it, Malfoy. Just because my sister's deeply in love with you for Merlin-knows-why doesn't mean you get to be a bitch," she flustered, "Anyway-. Is he almost done eating?"

"We haven't ate yet," Blaise responded.

Hermione looked at him in stupidity as I laughed, internally cringing.

"Oh-.! You mean Zeno! Yes-. Erm-. No, he's just started eating," Blaise stammered.

"Why are you even in my home, Granger?" I badgered.

"Because Narcissa wants me and Luce to help Luna with her lady-stuff," she reprimanded, "Blaise, when he's done could you let me know? We want him in our room next."

"I just got him!" Blaise raised his voice, then soon cringing after realizing that the newborn could have possibly been startled.

"Why can't you just make your own?" Lorenzo scoffed.

She huffed. "Because Ron doesn't want one right now," Hermione looked at me and smiled, "Besides... Malfoy's got one on the way."

"Fucks sake, Hermione," I ran my hand across my face in disappointment. Really?

"You're joking," Lorenzo awed, "Are-. Is she-. You-."

"Babies left and right? The lot of you..." Blaise snickered.

"I think it's a result of his breeding k-."

"ALRIGHT Hermione you can leave the room," I stood up and gently pushed her out the room as she chuckled.

"Are you forgetting that we're sisters and that she tells me literally everything?" Hermione giggled. "I'm just surprised it's true, is all-."

"Now wouldn't you like to know?" I reprimanded with a smirk.

Hermione immediately turned frustrated.

"Disgusting!" she badgered, stomping out the room voluntarily.

I rolled my eyes and walked back towards the bed, laying back down at the edge.

Blaise sat at the head of the bed, while Lorenzo had his whole body spread flat onto the bed like a bloody star fish.

"So are you going to confirm Luce's pregnancy or what?" Lorenzo asked as he stared up into the ceiling.

I gulped.

"This was definitely not how I wanted you guys to know-. But, yes." I stammered.

Silence.

"Is she excited?" Blaise queried.

"Something like that, yes," I responded quietly, "I mean-. I know I am."

I laid down at the edge of the bed, with my arms crossed over my chest.

"I'm just scared-. A little bit-."

"Mate, aren't we all?" Lorenzo added.

"No, I know but it's-. It's more to it, y'know?" I mumbled.

"Go on. Tell us what's more to it?" Blaise suggested.

I gulped yet again.

I was hesitant to open up; the usual.

Am I willing to let them know what fucking haunts me?

"I don't want to be Lucius."

Silence.

"You won't," Lorenzo and Blaise said in unison. Shortly after, they fist bumped.

"Easier said than done-."

"Put it this way mate-." Blaise continued, "You've got the fear in your hands- lurking in a pit in your head- and on top of that, you've experienced it hands on. And surely you know- no, you do know the damage it's caused. So, my question is- after knowing what happened with you and your Mum, why on earth would you ever picture yourself in his shoes?"

"It's a fear-. I don't want to-. Picture myself in his sh-."

"But you are, Draco," Lorenzo interrupted, as he sat up, "You are. And look-. I get it- no trust me, I do. My father isn't as-. As horrible as Lucius, but with my father not being in my life sprouted a fear in me that I'd do the same with my kin. So the next best thing that I did was picture- or, or manifest, and believe and tell myself that I wouldn't be my father. I won't have it, no."

I huffed.

"In other words," Blaise spoke, "Stop thinking about the possibility of being Lucius. Start thinking about the ways you won't."

Silence.

I let the words simmer and marinade.

They were right-. Fuck, I hated it- I hated admitting it, but they were right.

"You're soft, Malfoy," Blaise sneered.

"Fuck off." I snapped.

***

lucille granger

The day soon ended; my sister went home, Onyx and Blaise left, and dinner was over.

I insisted that I help Mumsy with the dishes, but Draco told me to 'just sit down and relax'.

Luna sat next to me on the swivel of the kitchen island with Zeno in her arms as she whispered and cooed sweet nothings to help him fall asleep.

Draco washed the dishes while Lorenzo dried them.

Narcissa stood beside them, leaning against the kitchen counter as she sipped her glass of wine watching the boys at work.

"It feels good having my own personal dishwashers," Narcissa joked

I softly giggled.

"Mum don't push it," Draco seethed.

"I'll push whatever I want," she jokingly snapped back, as she grabbed a kitchen towel and whipped it against his back.

"Go on! Tell him, Mumsy!" Luna shouted quietly, grinning wide.

"Oo! Which reminds me," Narcissa sipped her wine and put it down, then sashayed her way towards the pantry. She disappeared inside, then came back out with two medium sized boxes.

"I've got a gift for Draco and Lorenzo," she beamed, as she set the two boxes onto the table, "They're going to love it. Or at least, Enzo will."

"Fuck," Draco muttered, scrubbing the dishes, "It better not be what I think it is."

As they finished washing the dishes, both boys turned around facing the kitchen island and looked down at the box.

Draco and Lorenzo looked at each other, huffed, shrugged their shoulders, then redirected themselves back at the box opening it in unison.

I watched them unbox their gift and glanced over at Narcissa as she smiling into the rim of her wineglass.

Lorenzo unwrapped the gift tissue and pulled out what looked like-

"An apron!" Lorenzo squealed, "With my name on it?!"

Draco pulled out his apron and groaned.

"You're joking, right?" Draco held it up to his chest, "I'm just glad it's just my first name on this apron."

Lorenzo put it against his chest, too, then glanced at Draco.

"Hah-. Apron twins," he giggled, pointing at the embroidery of Draco's name onto his apron.

"Do you like it?" Narcissa asked with glee.

"Yes!"

"I guess."

"Well, I'm glad. Molly sewed the letters onto it," she sipped her wine, "She's got talent, that one."

"It's great," Lorenzo smiled, "Thank you Mumsy."

"Thank you," Draco said lowly.

Both boys set the apron down and smothered her with hugs as she giggled, gasping for air.

As they pulled away from the trio embrace, Narcissa walked over to the fridge.

"Does anyone want more wine?" Narcissa questioned, opening the fridge and pulling out a large bottle of wine.

"I do," Lorenzo blurted, "Malfoy?"

"Why not," he mumbled, taking a seat next to me.

Draco gently grabbed ahold of my face and kissed my forehead, then sighed in exhaustion.

"Lucille? Would you like one?" Mumsy asked softly.

"Oh-. No, I'm alright. Thank you," I responded.

"Alright," she says, setting the bottle down onto the counter.

"Strange," Luna badgered as she slid her hand behind my neck, "Oh, I see!"

For fucks sake, Luna.

"You're of child!" she smiled.

Narcissa choked on her wine as her eyes widened.

"Are you really!?" she exclaimed, "Draco, are you guys really?"

I bit my lip nervously as Draco sighed.

"Wizards and their fucking senses," he muttered to himself, "Yes. We are-."

"OH how MARVELOUS!" Narcissa squealed, running up to Draco and kissing both his cheeks multiple times, leaving red lipstick all over him. "We're going to create such a large army, I can already feel it!"

Draco groaned and started rubbing lipstick off his face.

Narcissa moved towards me and kissed both my cheeks as well, in which emitted a warm feeling in my chest; a feeling of being loved.

"No one's going to mess with my family, that's for sure," she whispered to me, as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I won't let it happen again-. I won't."

"I won't let it happen either, Mum," Draco added, as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

He kissed my hand and smiled.

"Never in a million years will I let it happen."

****

ONE. MORE. CHAPTER. HOLY. FUCK. GUYS.

D I S C U S S I O N

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It's been a long ride, my lovelies. I have stayed up nights upon nights creating content for you guys; jotting down ideas and notes. I have stayed up reading your comments and taking everyone's ideas into account. I've published TWO spin-offs already.

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We have one more pit stop, and as we speak it's in the process of being written. I love you all, and thank you so much for being patient with me on days I didn't publish twice.