Draco Malfoy and the Seven

Mother's Day

"Shhhh, Lyra, you're going to ruin the surprise." Leo's voice hushed his sister.

Hermione chuckled softly into her pillow to muffle the sound, not wanting to alert the triplets that she was already awake.

A myriad of muffled shuffling ensued before Draco's voice joined the fray. "Alright, you three. I thought we agreed to let Mommy sleep in this morning?"

"I tried to tell them that, but they wouldn't listen," Scorpius says with indignation, always the rule follower.

"You're such a prat Scorpius!" Lyra yells. Hermione could just see her cheeks pinken and her curls crackle with magical fury.

"It's not nice to call people names, Ly." Leo's voice gently reminds his temperamental sister. "Mommy says if you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all." Hermione's eyes crinkle at the corner as she listens to her gentle Leo try to remind his headstrong sister that she should be kind.

"Alright, you three. Let's take this discussion to the living room before you wake up your mother." Draco says, and his voice fades as she hears the four of them shuffle down the hall.

Hermione stretches her limbs above her head and lets out a big yawn before throwing the covers off her body. Getting up from the bed, she shuffles to her and Draco's ensuite bathroom. She's greeted by the scent of lavender and a steaming tub full of bubbles. A little note sits on the vanity next to a cup of coffee.

Love,

I will attempt to wrangle our three wild beasts this morning so you can take a hot bath and enjoy your cup of coffee for once. Please ignore all sounds of chaos that may ensue and just take some time for yourself.

I try to remind you of this every day but let me do so again on the day that is meant to celebrate you.

You are an amazing mother, one that inspires me to be the best father and husband I can be.

It's not in the things you say but in the things you do.

The fun moments when you play pretend dinosaurs with the triplets and chase them through the yard, the sound of their laughter is everything to me.

When one of the kids is hurt, the instant your arms wrap around them, and you whisper words of encouragement, it makes my heart ache with how full it is.

I see you in Leo's kindness and the way he cares for all around him and gives his whole heart.

I see you in Lyra and her unfillable determination to never accept defeat.

I see you in Scorpius and his desire to always do the right thing.

I see you. Love.

When you're ready, we'll be waiting for you outside.

-Draco

Tears of happiness trickle down Hermione's cheeks as she finishes Draco's letter. In the seven years since the kids had been born, they'd gone through a rollercoaster of experiences. They were far from perfect, but at their cores, their love stayed strong. Through all of the late-night feedings, disagreements on parenting styles, and managing work schedules, they'd held onto each other.

Seeing Draco as a father was something she could never have prepared herself for. He was steadfast in his expectations and guided with a firm hand, but he also gave every part of himself to his family. His children would never wonder if their father was proud because he showed it every time they accomplished something difficult; he was there to cheer them on. They would never wonder if they were loved because he had kept the promise, he made all those years ago; he told them every day how loved they were.

Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Hermione tied her hair in a bun and stepped into the steaming water, letting her muscles relax. She jerked her head sideways at the sound of the bathroom door clicking; it wasn't uncommon for one of the triplets to come barreling in while she tried to take a bath.

Draco's shock of platinum locks poked through the opened door before the rest of his tall frame entered.

"Draco? Where are the kids?" Hermione asks, sitting up and preparing to exit the tub.

"Sit back, Love. Theo and Charlie decided to pay us a surprise visit, and they're entertaining them." Draco says as he conjures a stool and takes a seat behind the end of the clawfoot tub.

Hermione scoots her bottom to the end of the tub as Draco squirts a generous helping of soap into his palms. Strong fingers massage her neck and move over her shoulders; the release of endorphins at the pleasure causes her to release a low moan.

"None of that now. We'll never leave this room if you keep that up." Draco teasingly admonishes, but the huskiness in his tone gives his building desire away.

"Hmm, keep rubbing me like that, and I won't have a choice in the noises I make. How are you so good at this?" Hermione questions as Draco's hands nudge against her back so she's bending forward, and his fingers massage along her spine.

"Lots of practice, Darling," Draco says. "Did the kids wake you up?" He asks.

Hermione chuckles before answering. "Yes, but I don't mind. I don't know what I'd do with all of that energy if I'd gotten a full eight hours of sleep." She teases as she turns to sit up on her knees, her hips sitting just above the water line, and lingering suds drip down the peaks of her nipples. After birthing and breast feeding three children, naturally, her body had changed. Where her breasts used to be firm and smooth, they were now adorned with pale stretch marks and a bit less perkiness, but she wasn't ashamed of these changes, she was proud. They were marks of her body's history and what she'd accomplished as a woman and a mother. Draco had no complaints about her body's changes; if anything, he was more enthralled with her.

"So beautiful," Draco says as his hands trace from the soft curve of her hips to the dip in her waist until they cup her full breasts, his thumbs teasing the sensitive tips.

"Mmm Draco." Hermione moans as her head falls gently back, exposing the column of her neck.

"Keep making those noises, and we'll be up here all day, Love," Draco says, his voice dropping to the husky octave she loves so much. His hands leave a trail of goosebumps as they trail back down her body until they dip below the warm water that laps at her hips. With a firm grip, he swiftly grabs the back of her thighs and pulls her from the tub, so the slick skin of her legs wraps firmly around his hips as he carries her to the vanity. The cold granite, conflicting with the heat of her skin, sent a shock to her system. "Don't look at me like that." Draco chides as he reaches to grab a towel off the shelf before wrapping it around her shoulders.

"What look would that be?" Hermione said, feigning innocence as her core clenched at the loss of his touch.

"I have plans for you later, Darling. Do they not say seduction isn't a single act but one that lasts the course of the day?"

"I suppose you're right. The children will have most likely tricked Theo and Charlie into giving them at least three pieces of candy each by now. They'll be absolute terrors if we don't intervene." Hermione relented as she hopped off the vanity and proceeded to dress for the day in blue jeans and a thin long-sleeve top. Her children were famous for making horrendous messes on Mother's Day. It usually consisted of craft activities, meals prepared together, a hike on one of the many trails their estate held, and they'd end the day with the kids each reading to her. Once the children were put to bed, Draco would spoil her with her favorite wine, dancing by candlelight in their bedroom until he'd lay claim to her body and wring every ounce of pleasure he could from her.