I do not own Harry Potter, or it's characters. This is merely a work of fanfiction.

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Holly stepped through the Floo with Draco, and exited into the comforting presence of Lucius and Cissa. Cissa held out her arms and Holly walked to her tiredly, allowing her to hug her.

"Oh my dear, how are you?"

"I feel dreadful. Everything is spinning."

"Oh yes, I remember that phase. The key is to find something that settles your stomach, and stick to it until this passes. There's nothing else to do but wait it out I'm afraid."

"Ugh, fine."

Cissa chuckled as she led her to the sitting room. Draco and Lucius followed as Draco filled him in on their end of term exams. Holly sat down in a seat, and thanked Mipsy as she brought her a cup of tea.

"So you're done with classes?" Cissa asked.

Holly nodded, "Mostly. Hermione and I will do independent research with Slughorn next year, and graduate with our class. Neither one of us had a desire to sit through graduation right now."

"No I suppose not," Lucius chuckled. "You'll have to take apparition lessons eventually as well, though you seem to get along just fine without it."

"Who needs apparition when you have elves, portkeys, brooms, and floo's?" Draco teased.

"You never know when it will come in handy," Lucius corrected. "Apparition can be done in a second, but it's highly unsafe for pregnant witches."

"Guess I'm off the hook," Holly laughed. "Hermione and I can take lessons after the babies are born."

"Of course you can," Cissa answered. "You have plenty on your plate for now. I've already started working on a nursery, and Blaise and Theo's bonding is just a couple weeks away. Your nausea should lessen by the fall."

"Thank Merlin," Holly sighed.

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Holly sipped on a cup of peppermint tea as Hermione and she looked through the latest reports on their potion trials. She put them down after a moment and picked up the Daily Prophet.

"Have you seen this? We're all the rage!"

Hermione shook her head as she took the paper from Holly. They had been the talk of the town since they announced their pregnancies. It was their hope that it would blow over quickly, allowing Blaise to have his spotlight for his bonding.

"They're speculating on genders, names, titles, everything! It's silly, and of course they assume that we will both give up everything to raise the babies, as if we don't have the most support anyone could ask for."

"Yes, well we both know we're going to continue our Potions work. The public doesn't need to know everything about us. Have you and Zach talked about what will happen when the twins come?"

Hermione nodded, "After graduation Zach is going to be a stay at home dad, more or less. There will always be our work in the Wizengamot, but he intends to let me focus on Potions and research."

"That's wonderful," Holly praised.

"What about you?" Hermione asked.

"Draco has to learn to run Malfoy Enterprises. It's quite a large empire at this point. One day it will be him in charge, and he'll learn best under Lucius. Though I intend to continue with our Potions work as well. Cissa has offered to come to Hogwarts and help with the triplets while we have lessons."

"Lady Smith has done the same. You know, we're very lucky."

"We are," Holly agreed. "Do you realize how overrun Hogwarts will be with babies?"

Hermione chuckled, "It will be a lot, but it seems right that they should be born on the grounds. After so many years of the Founders Magic laying dormant, it feels like this is a rite of passage."

"I suppose you're right."

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Cissa walked into Holly's room to find her poking at a gown with her wand, attempting to make alterations to it. She hurried over to her, and stopped her with a gentle hand.

"Let me, dear. What were you trying to do?"

Holly crossed her arms and sat down defeated. "I just want to raise the waistline a bit. Anything even slightly fitted on my stomach makes me feel like my skin is crawling right now. I just can't do it."

"Ah, no problem. Just give me a few moments."

Cissa worked as Holly watched her. Ginny wandered into the room, and sat next to her sister as she waited.

"Is she letting things out?" Ginny asked.

"She's raising the waistline, though I suppose I will need maternity clothes soon. I refuse to ask Blaise this close to his bonding."

"That's very considerate," Cissa added over her shoulder. "Ginny dear, your fairy spun silk was delivered this morning. Have you and Neville talked about when you would like to bond?"

"Yes actually."

Cissa paused, turning with a look of fervent excitement on her pretty features.

"Really? When?"

"We were thinking on the last day of term, on the Hogwarts grounds. That way all the students can attend. Neville thinks it will set a good example for them, and bring the student body closer together. Plus that way he can live together in my final year."

"What a marvelous idea!" Cissa praised, clearly trying to restrain herself. Ginny laughed at the attempt.

"And of course you are welcome to plan the bonding, though you may need to coordinate with the Headmistress and Dowager Longbottom."

Cissa did a little happy dance, and pulled Ginny into her arms.

"Oh, my girls are all growing up. You'll be bonded so soon. Thank Merlin Holly is having babies, what would I do with my time otherwise?"

Ginny laughed as Cissa released her, "Relax? Shop?"

"Oh no, relaxing is for boring people, and Malfoy's are not boring! After Blaise comes back from his honeymoon we'll discuss your bonding robes. What an exciting year for our family!"

Cissa went back to her alterations, poking and prodding the dress until it was perfect.

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Draco left his closet as he fastened the clasp of his dress robes. He smiled at Holly, who wore a gown of light pink. The lace at the top fit close to her body, and the gauzy light fabric of the gown coasted over her increasingly curvaceous body.

"You look lovely," Draco complimented. He put a hand over her stomach, and rested his chin on her shoulder to look at her in the mirror. She tilted her head back, kissing his chin.

"I wish we could be one of their guard couples," Holly sighed.

"I know love, but they understand. Bonding magic is too strong for babies to be exposed to, especially three of them. Especially ours."

"I know. You're right. You better stay away from me after these babies! I will be a guard in my sister's bonding."

"I promise I'll be on my best behavior. Shall we go?"

"Yes love."

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Theo and Blaise's reception was beautiful. Beautiful soft tones and gold details shone everywhere. Candles illuminated the gardens of Villa Zabini, painting everyone in a soft light.

Blaise was wearing the finest dress robes Holly had ever seen. An immaculately tailored white suit and cloak with gold gilding set him apart from everyone. After dancing with Theo several times, he approached Holly and held out a hand.

"Will you dance Principessa?"

Holly looked at Draco, and he nodded with a smile. "Go ahead, love."

Holly took his hand and allowed him to lead her around the dance floor. He was far more careful than he usually would have been. Marcus and Pansy danced near them, unwilling to leave her unguarded for even one song.

"You look like a king Blaise. Really, this is all so beautiful, like something out of a fairytale."

"Thank you Principessa."

"Will you try for children?" Holly asked.

Blaise blinked down at her, a look of amusement on her face.

"We're both boys, Principessa. It doesn't work that way. We have signed up to foster a child, should there be a proper fit after we graduate."

"I'm sorry, Blaise. I just assumed magic had sorted a way to fix that. There's still some things I don't know, growing up in the Muggle world. But I'm glad you've signed up to foster. You would be a marvelous father."

"Thank you dear. Once we come back from our honeymoon I will start on some designs for you. You are our Slytherin Matriarch, and you deserve to be dressed like it. I may even venture into some baby designs."

"That's very sweet Blaise, but don't rush yourself. Enjoy your honeymoon. You do so much for us."

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"These laws are downright racist," Charlie sighed. He rubbed at his temples, trying to force away the forming headache. Cedric passed him a pain relief potion, and Charlie threw it back at once.

"I really don't know how Dumbledore got these through without people noticing," Cedric agreed.

"It's easy enough to do if you bury it in other legislation. I mean look at the size of the things that were voted on during those sessions. No one noticed as he slowly took rights away from the werewolves. Our only saving grace is that Remus and Fenrir aren't werewolves, they're shifters. Dumbledore didn't bother to know the difference."

"That gives me an idea."

Cedric had a maniacal gleam in his eye as he pulled the docket of votes for this year towards him. He looked down the list until his eyes lighted on a particular session with a large amount of legislation to be voted on. Charlie watched him cautiously.

"What if we took a page out of Dumbledore's book?"

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked.

"It would take time, but we can sneak their rights back in with these big voting days. Just a bit by bit, the same way Dumbledore took them away. Start with allowing them Gringotts accounts. The goblins won't say no to more business, and that's the beginning of everything. Look at that winter session! There's an absolute ton to be voted on, we can tack it onto something else."

Charlie considered it as he looked at the Wizengamot schedule. He didn't like the sound of doing things so underhanded, but he had to admit the idea had its merits. Cedric could tell Charlie was hesitant.

"Look, I don't like it either, but people are prejudiced. When the pack returns, and their children come to Hogwarts people will see that they're not dangerous, but that won't be for years. We need to make sure they have legal rights when they return."

Charlie nodded, "Alright. Alright."

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A few days after the wedding Ginny strode into the Manor, followed closely by Neville, who was laden down with shopping bags.

"Sissy!" Ginny called as they walked through the halls.

Trixie appeared with a pop. "They're in the nursery," she provided.

Ginny led the way to the nursery Cissa had been working on since she heard the news, with Neville in her wake. They entered the room to find Cissa and Holly loungin in the sitting area, staring at a large expanse of blank wall space. Neville set the shopping bags down in front of them.

"What's all this?" Holly asked in amusement.

"Dresses for my dearest sister. They're not as fine as what Blaise might design, but they are the finest Diagon Alley has to offer, and they will do until Blaise and Theo return from their honeymoon. They're all empire-waisted, so you'll be comfortable."

"And she dragged you into this, Nev?" Holly asked as she began to pull dresses from bags.

Neville blushed a bright red. "She didn't have to drag me, You're my godsister. I want you to be comfortable."

"Plus I let him stop at the rare plant shop in Knockturn Alley."

"Well that was an added bonus," Neville admitted with a chuckle. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you staring at the wall?"

"Luna's offered to paint a mural for the nursery, but we have to decide what we want her to paint."

"What's Draco thinking?" Neville asked.

"Quidditch," Holly deadpanned.

"Sounds good to me," Ginny beamed.

"Of course it does! You're both Quidditch mad!" Cissa added.

"What if you combined a garden scene with Quidditch?" Neville posed. "You could have flowers on the ground, and snitches flying in the air. You could even have Draco or you flying on your brooms, or Hogwarts in the background."

"That's a great idea! Let me write that down."

"See Gin? I'm good for more than just carrying bags."

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"The triplets seem to be doing well," Healer Tonks declared. "Would you like to know their genders?"

"Yes," Draco and Holly chorused.

Healer Tonks ran the spell, and three glowing lights hovered above Holly- two blue, and one pink. "Two boys, and a girl."

Draco sat down on the couch beside Holly, a look of shock upon his face. He raised his eyes to his father, who also looked like he had been hit by a spell. Cissa squeezed Lucius' hand.

"I thought it would be boys," Draco whispered.

"Why?" Holly asked.

"There hasn't been a female born into the Malfoy line in hundreds of years," Lucius said.

Holly smiled. The poor girl would probably never get any peace between her over-protective father, grandfather, and two brothers. They were bound to be as protective as the rest of the Malfoy men.

"We have to order protection jewelry," Lucius whispered to Cissa. "Do they make protection jewelry for babies? We have to find out."

"I'm certain they will for the right price," Cissa mused.

"Anyways," Draco interrupted. "What can we expect, Healer Tonks?"

"I'll come to see you once a month until you give birth. Technically they're not due until January, but I'm certain they'll come around Yule. Multiples often come early, especially triplets. Are you sure you want to give birth at Hogwarts?"

Holly nodded, "Of course. "

"With the Heirs permission, I think it would be best if I come to stay at the castle at the beginning of December. Your parents should also move at least to Hogsmeade for Yule, so they can get to Hogwarts if something happened with the Floo system."

Draco nodded, "I'll write the other Heirs, but I'm sure no one will object. Knowing them, they'll all stay at Hogwarts with us. It's a little hard to separate us from each other."

Healer Tonks nodded, "From my limited knowledge, it was the same with the Founders. They were all intertwined in each other's lives, as were their children. You have to be when you're building something as huge as Hogwarts."

"Very true," Cissa added. "And you are doing much the same. You're rebuilding our world."

Holly smiled at Draco, who was looking much more excited now that the shock had passed.

"Any other questions?" Healer Tonks asked.

Holly looked down at her list. She had asked every question she had thought to write down.

"Nothing that I can think of. Draco?" He shook his head in the negative.

"Right, well, final things. You're likely to be more tired, and your magic more volatile as you move forward in your pregnancy. Not unlike before you bonded. Too much stress is bad, especially since you're having triplets. Try to take a break and relax if things become tense. There's no reason you and Lady Hufflepuff can't continue your research, just make sure someone is always with you two in case something goes wrong."

Draco blinked heavily, making a mental note to warn Marcus. He often got the brunt of Holly's anger since he was her personal guard. They fought like brothers and sisters. Perhaps he could run interference if anyone annoyed her.

"I'll try," Holly conceded.

"Great. Make sure to Floo call me if anything is wrong. I'll come as quickly as I can."

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Holly rolled over in bed, and immediately regretted the action. She leaned over the side of the bed and heaved the contents of her stomach into the trash can Trixie had appeared with. Trixie handed her a handkerchief, and she wiped her mouth.

"Thank you Trixie."

Trixie smiled kindly at her as she vanished the trash can.

"Mistress Lily was sick just like this when she was pregnant with you. It will pass."

Holly closed her eyes and willed the room to stop spinning, "That's good news. I don't know how much more of this I can take."

She smelled peppermint and opened her eyes to take the cup of peppermint tea from Trixie.

"Has Draco gone already?"

He would be voting for her in the Wizengamot summer session today. He had the same rights to vote as her Lord Husband, and she absolutely couldn't imagine trying to sit through the hours-long session in her current state. She'd die of embarrassment if she threw up in the middle of the Wizengamot.

"Yes, Mistress. Master left an hour ago."

Holly sat up, and sipped her tea gratefully. It soothed her stomach like nothing else.

"Is mum home?"

"Yes, mistress. Shall I fetch her for you?"

"Yes please."

Cissa appeared a moment later, with Mipsy trailing behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed, and stroked Holly's back consolingly.

"How are you feeling, dear?"

"A little better with the tea. I don't even feel dizzy this morning."

"Well that's an improvement," Cissa mused. "Do you think you can stomach something to eat?"

"I think so," Holly agreed.

"Would you like to go to London today?" Cissa asked. "We could get the guards and do a bit of shopping for you, and the babies. You can invite Pansy, and Hermione. We can go to that bakery you like."

"That sounds lovely. Thank you."

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Marcus looked out at the crowds as the girls oohed and awed at their purchases. The outdoor table they had picked at the bakery provided just the right amount of sunlight, while keeping the girls from overheating.

"Marcus, will you relax?"

He scowled at her as Vince and Greg took up the watch. They stood between the outdoor table, and the popular thoroughfare. They kept their wands in their hands, and their eyes on the passing crowds. No one seemed to notice their table of celebrities behind the hulking forms of Vince and Greg.

"Do you have any idea how long Draco and Zach would torture me if either of you, or those babies were hurt? No, I'll stand guard. You enjoy yourselves."

He turned his back to look at the crowds again with his wand drawn.

"He does have a point," Cissa conceded. "Let him do his job."

Holly shrugged and took a bite of her pastry. Hermione ate her pain-au-chocolat with a smile.

"Aren't you glad the morning sickness is finally starting to lessen?" Holly asked.

"Merlin, yes," Hermione replied. "If Zach and Lady Smith weren't so kind, I would have had a breakdown long ago. Growing babies is hard work."

A deep voice spoke from behind Holly, "What have we here?"