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A/N: I want to thank my beta, Mamacita for her usual good work, and you . . . yes, you for reading. Thank you :) Dx

‘No, I’m not saying that. What I’m asking is what the minimum period is.’
‘Minimum period?’ The official looked perplexed.
‘You know, what the least amount of time is that I’m expected to be bonded to Mr Malfoy.’
Julia saw her would-be husband’s eyebrows rise in amusement as the official blustered at her question.
‘Miss Carlisle, you are not taking this seriously. Bonding is an earnest and important business, not something to be trifled with,’ he said stuffily.
Julia looked angrily at the man. ‘You obviously misunderstand me, then,’ she said coldly, ‘because I’m taking this very seriously indeed. You’re trying to marry me off to someone I don't want to be with and who I’m sure has equally little desire to be with me. Therefore, I ask again: what is the minimum period we need to be together before we can apply for a divorce?’
The official sighed. ‘Miss Carlisle, your bonding will be permanent . . . there will be no divorce. The ceremony includes a binding spell to partner you for life. This bond can only be broken by death or in certain other exceptional circumstances.’
‘But then why can't I marry my boyfriend? He’s a Pure-blood, too. I wouldn't mind being stuck with him for the rest of my life.’ Julia’s tone was belligerent now.
‘The whole idea of this marriage law is to ensure that the best possible pairings are created to ensure the birth of strong children. We want to produce healthy and powerful witches and wizards, Miss Carlisle. Mr Malfoy is clearly a better match for you than your boyfriend, which is why the two of you were paired.’
‘But what if we can't have children?’ Julia asked.
‘Mr Malfoy already has a son from his previous marriage,’ the official said somewhat dismissively. ‘I doubt he will have any problems on that score.’
‘But I don't have any children. How do you know I even can? It might not be possible.’ Julia looked daggers at the unyielding official.
‘If that is the case then your partnership would be considered void and the bonding would be annulled. However, I have to remind you that this would be an exceptional circumstance and would require further intervention from the Ministry in order to safely remove the bond between you, as any attempt to remove it yourselves will certainly end with your deaths,’ the official replied stiffly.
Julia took a moment to look more closely at the wizard she had been paired with. At first, she had thought the marriage notice was a joke. She had been with Nigel, her boyfriend, for over fifteen years, and although they hadn’t got round to getting married they had lived together for years. When the letter had arrived she had accused Nigel of winding her up, but soon it became clear that the Ministry of Magic was serious. Unmarried, she was fair game for the new law that had been passed, and she had an appointment to meet her husband-to-be the following week. A visit to the building in question confirmed that Nigel wasn’t to be her husband. As far as the Ministry were concerned he didn’t match with Julia, and another wizard had been selected to take his place.
So here she was, sitting before the Ministry official, and it turned out she was about to be paired with one of the most infamous wizards in Britain. She knew a little about Lucius Malfoy as he was forever appearing in the Daily Prophet. Exceptionally handsome and debonair with a massive fortune to boot, he was a suspected former Death Eater and it was well known that he had no love for Muggles. When the war ended his wife had divorced him in a flurry of publicity with accusations of cruelty and debauchery. Julia hadn’t bothered reading the stories at the time; she wasn’t really interested in what some racist pretty-boy Pure-blood was up to. But now she wished she had taken a bit more notice.
If she had been able to get a divorce from Lucius it would have been okay. She could have coped with a year or two of living married but separate lifestyles and then the split, she back to Nigel and Lucius to whoever he was currently in a relationship with. But life-bonding was a different matter. Particularly as she suspected her life would be considerably shortened by marriage to Lucius Malfoy.
‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ Julia retorted, sounding horrified. ‘And just how long do you think I’ll survive being married to a Death Eater whose hatred of Muggles is legendary? An hour . . . a day . . . do you think I’d manage to make a week?’
She saw Lucius’ smile widen as she spoke, his cold grey eyes watching her appraisingly, and she shivered. Actually, perhaps she would be lucky to make it out of the building.
‘Can I remind you, Miss Carlisle, that Mr Malfoy was cleared of all charges regarding his alleged Death Eater activities,’ the official stated tersely.
‘Oh yes, I forgot. He was under the Imperius Curse, wasn’t he?’ Julia replied. She glanced with dislike at the blond-haired man sitting next to her for a second, noticing his sneer as she spoke. ‘Well, of course, that puts a whole different light on things,’ she added sarcastically.
‘If you are really unhappy about the pairing you are entitled to refuse,’ the official reminded her.
Julia laughed bitterly. ‘Oh, yes. I can refuse and give up my right to be a witch. Such a fantastic choice: death or slow death. Thank you so much for that.’
‘I don’t believe you will be in any danger from your partner, Miss Carlisle,’ the official continued blandly. ‘And of course, measures are taken to stop any potential . . . ah . . . disagreements between couples.’
Julia saw Lucius stiffen slightly at this.
‘Measures . . . what measures?’ she asked carefully.
‘When the binding is placed upon you another charm is woven into it. If either of you were to die under suspicious circumstances within the first two years of marriage, the other will die of the same cause.’ The official dropped this bombshell as if he was discussing the weather or gardening.
Julia heard Lucius’ almost inaudible gasp. Well, that would be effective in stopping him from killing her or getting someone else to do it on his behalf.
‘In fact, we find that the relationship is quite often strengthened by this measure. After all, there’s nothing like someone constantly watching out for you to induce romantic feelings,’ the official said, smiling.
Julia gave a sharp laugh. She was sure that any feelings Lucius harboured for her for the next two years wouldn’t be romantic.
‘And what happens after two years?’
‘After that time the charm dissipates and then you’re on your own,’ the official said with the hint of a smile. ‘If you haven’t conceived by that time then you will be subject to the breaking of the bond and your partnership will automatically be annulled.’
The official noticed Lucius’ smug look at this comment.
‘However, I should make it quite clear at this point that in order for the annulment to occur there will need to be evidence of regular attempts to conceive so the Ministry is certain that infertility is the problem, rather than a general reluctance to procreate.’ He sounded a little smug as Lucius’ expression turned into a scowl. ‘And finally, thanks to another piece of magic designed to help start you off on the right footing, the marriage must be consummated within seven days or both of you will begin to weaken and get progressively worse as time goes on. Let me assure you both that if you are stubborn about this, it’s possible you could end up dead.’
‘What?’ Lucius and Julia said at the same time. They both looked completely stunned at this revelation.
‘In the early days, we found that some couples refrained from procreation completely, intending to get through the two years and then part due to lack of conception, arguing for annulment as they cited lack of intimacy. Of course, this was not the intention of the law, so this extra measure was introduced to ensure that the partnership is lawfully consummated. We also find it tends to . . . erm . . . focus the couple on exactly what they are supposed to be achieving by the union.’
‘But that’s barbaric!’ Julia said unhappily. ‘You’re pairing up people who, in a lot of cases, don’t want to be together and probably aren’t even attracted to each other, and then you kill them if they don’t have sex.’
‘As I have stated previously, the reason for the binding is for the production of a strong race of wizards. Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good, Miss Carlisle.’
‘For the greater good? So how many Ministry of Magic wizards have been paired since this law was introduced?’ Julia asked, her voice bitter.
‘That is really none of your concern,’ the official said stiffly. ‘However, the single members of the Ministry are subject to the same laws as everyone else.’
Julia looked at Lucius again. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking but wondered if he was as horrified at what was happening to them as she was.
Before either of them had a chance to say anything further, and clearly determined to press on at all costs, the official continued, ‘Now, I have to officially ask each of you whether you accept the terms of the binding or wish to be released from the contract, in which case your wand will be confiscated and destroyed.’
He picked up a piece of parchment that had been lying on his desk and read from it as he faced the couple, occasionally glancing over the top of it.
‘Lucius Malfoy, you have been chosen to pair with Julia Louisa Carlisle. Do you accept the pairing in the full knowledge that you will be expected to live together as a married couple and bear children with your wife?’
‘I accept,’ Lucius replied smoothly, his straight white teeth bared in a perfect smile.
Julia realised that she had been holding her breath while she waited to see what he was going to choose.
‘Julia Louisa Carlisle, you have been chosen to pair with Lucius Malfoy. Do you accept the pairing in the full knowledge that you will be expected to live together as a married couple and bear children with your husband?’
Julia looked at the handsome yet undoubtedly evil man sitting next to her. Could she really stand to be married to him for at least the next two years? She thought of Nigel and her heart constricted. If she agreed to this their relationship would be over, but then, of course, she had no choice. If she didn’t agree she would be cast out of the wizarding world and she had a feeling that Nigel, regardless of his feelings for her, wouldn’t go with her. Even she, as a Muggle-born, didn’t want to spend the rest of her life exiled to the Muggle world, so it was hardly likely any Pure-bloods would take that option willingly.
‘I need your answer, Miss Carlisle,’ the official pressed, sounding a little concerned.
Julia took a deep breath. Was that a smirk she saw on Lucius’ face, and if so, what did it mean?
‘Yes, I accept,’ she replied trying to sound confident.

Julia and Lucius walked rapidly towards the exit, both clearly eager to be away from the Ministry and the sham of a marriage that had just occurred.
‘I assume you are packed and ready to move?’ Lucius asked dismissively. Julia didn’t reply but she looked uncomfortable. ‘You are, aren’t you?’ His tone grew colder and he looked at her critically.
She shook her head. ‘I was hoping it wasn’t going to end like this,’ she admitted.
‘But surely you must have been aware before coming here that you only had two choices, both of which would require you to have done some packing,’ Lucius said, his tone patronising.
‘Nigel and I have lived together for almost fifteen years,’ Julia explained, feeling tears prickle at her eyes as she spoke. She had to make sure she didn’t cry in front of Lucius; he would probably love that. ‘How do I just let go of that?’
‘Well, you clearly weren’t right for each other,’ Lucius replied coolly.
‘What makes you say that?’ Julia asked, sounding defensive.
‘Fifteen years and you never got married. No wonder the Ministry split the two of you up.’
‘We never felt the need to get married,’ Julia retorted. ‘I mean, we weren’t having children or anything.’
‘Why not?’ Lucius asked. He gave her a sharp, inquiring look.
Julia shrugged. ‘Neither of us wanted them particularly. Maybe we would have changed our minds in a few years, but we’ll never get the chance now.’
Lucius looked at her, his face and voice dripping with scorn. ‘Pathetic.’ He shook his head. ‘Well, I’ll give you an hour to get sorted.’
‘An hour! That’s not long enough for me to pack up my entire life,’ Julia retorted indignantly. She realised she was shaking with anger, both at the Ministry of Magic, which had just completely ruined her life and at Lucius, who was so judgemental and unyielding.
‘Of course it is. You’re my wife now. I’ll come and get you in an hour. I suggest you be ready to go, I don’t like to be kept waiting.’
Without another word Lucius turned and walked away from her, not bothering to look back.

Julia used the Ministry’s Floo to get back to her home, where Nigel was waiting for her anxiously.
‘What happened?’ he asked as he hugged her tightly.
‘What do you think happened?’ Julia asked, clearly upset and more than a little angry with him, too. ‘I got married.’
Nigel looked upset, too, but didn’t say anything, he just held her more tightly. ‘We can work something out, though, surely? Do you think he’ll give you some freedom?’
Julia shook her head and laughed bitterly. ‘No, I think there’s very little chance of that happening. God, Nigel, it was awful. I’m bound for the rest of my life to my new husband.’
‘Did you at least get someone nice?’ he asked gently.
Julia shrugged. ‘What do you think? It’s Lucius Malfoy.’
Nigel looked shocked. ‘But you can’t. Gods, Julia, don’t you remember what he’s like? All those awful things his wife said about the stuff he did?’
Julia shook her head vigorously. ‘No . . . I never read the stories that were printed about him and I really don’t want to know now, Nigel. He’s my husband whether I like it or not . . . for the next two years, anyway.’
She told him about the exact terms of the contract as she began to collect the most important of her belongings together, packing them into her old school trunk as she didn’t have time to organise anything more stylish.
‘He’s not going to let you see me, is he?’ Nigel asked unhappily.
‘No, I don’t think so,’ Julia replied honestly. ‘He’s only given me an hour as it is, which definitely isn’t going to be enough time to get everything packed up and sorted. I’m sorry, Nigel.’
He pulled her close again, kissing her hair as she cried into his chest. ‘I know you didn’t have any choice,’ he said tenderly. ‘I just wish it hadn’t been him.’
‘I wish it had been you,’ Julia told him honestly. She tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice as she added, ‘Why didn’t you marry me when you had the chance?’ Then, turning her face to his, she pulled him into a kiss.

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‘I have to go,’ Julia said apologetically. She bent down to kiss Nigel before sliding out of bed and pulling on her clothes.
‘Make him wait.’ Nigel sounded belligerent.
‘I don’t think so. This is Lucius Malfoy we’re talking about,’ Julia replied with a shudder. ‘I don’t think he’s used to waiting for anyone.’
‘What’s he going to do? He can’t kill you. You told me there’s a spell stopping that from happening.’
‘No, he can’t. But I bet there are whole layers of torture he can use instead,’ Julia replied. ‘Nothing like that is covered by the spell.’
‘Oh gods, don’t say that,’ Nigel said miserably. ‘I’m having enough trouble letting you go as it is without worrying about what he’s going to be doing to you.’
‘I’ll be fine, love,’ Julia assured him as she bent down to kiss him again. ‘I’m hoping once we get settled down there might be a way to see you. I mean, he doesn’t want to be married to me any more than I want to be with him. So maybe it will all work out in the end.’ The doorbell rang. ‘I’ve got to go. I’ll contact you later about getting the rest of my stuff sent once I know where the hell I’m going.’
Julia planted another kiss on Nigel’s lips and then she was on her way out of the bedroom heading for the stairs, ready to answer the door. Nigel jumped from the bed and pulling on his trousers he followed her. She opened the door. Lucius was standing there looking regal, his eyes cold.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked her coolly, surveying the scene before him. His lip curled in a small sneer as he took in Nigel’s state of undress when the man appeared at the door behind Julia.
‘Yes, I suppose so,’ Julia replied, looking as unhappy as she sounded.
It was clear she had been crying, although she had managed to stop the tears before Lucius saw her. That was a weakness she definitely didn’t want to allow him to see. She turned to look tenderly at Nigel.
‘I’ll talk to you as soon as possible,’ she whispered and leaning forward a little she kissed him, her hand brushing his cheek gently.
Very aware of the scornful look Lucius was bestowing upon her, Julia pulled away from her now ex-boyfriend, waving sadly at him as she left the house.
‘You’d better look after her,’ Nigel told Lucius, the threat in his voice obvious.
‘Or you’ll do what?’ Lucius asked dismissively. ‘If you’ve got any sense I suggest you forget the Mudblood ever existed. She’s my wife now, and I will not tolerate her dallying with you.’
He turned without a further word and followed Julia down the drive to the waiting car.

Julia had been amazed at the size of Malfoy Manor, unable to be anything but impressed with the beautiful house she was moving into. Lucius had ignored her completely for the entire journey, which could have been undertaken in minutes via the Floo or by Apparition but had instead taken several hours by car — done purely, she was convinced, to annoy her. He sat back, resting quietly with his eyes closed as the car took them out of London and, too slowly for her liking, towards her new home. She had absolutely no idea where that home was, only that it was out in the country somewhere — miles away from any of her friends and relatives. They finally completed the long journey up the drive and exited the car to climb the wide grey concrete staircase that led to a huge oak door. When it opened they entered the massive entrance hall that was the main hub of the house, with doors and corridors leading off it in many different directions. Julia looked around her in amazement. She hadn’t been in a room this large since leaving school.
‘I see you were at Hogwarts,’ Lucius noted as her trunk was brought into the house by house-elves who she noticed seemed to be quite well treated if their clothes, if they could be called that, were anything to go by.
‘Yes, I was in Gryffindor.’
Lucius snorted. ‘Figures,’ he said sarcastically.
‘I suppose you were in Slytherin,’ Julia said, just about managing to keep the disgust out of her voice.
Lucius looked proud. ‘Of course, I am Pure-blood, after all. Why would I have wanted to be in any other House?’
‘Figures,’ Julia replied, mocking his earlier comment.
Lucius glared at her for a moment then ushered her into a drawing room, which was also very large. She took a seat on one of the expensive and not particularly comfortable antique sofas.
‘I have made an area of the house available for you to live in,’ Lucius started pompously. He went to stand in front of the large fireplace, his hands clasped behind his back as he talked. ‘I’m sure you will find that you have more than enough space to live perfectly comfortably. However, if you require more please let me know and I will see what I can arrange.’
Julia looked surprised. ‘We’re not sleeping together, then?’
Lucius looked at her with something that could have been amusement mixed with disgust. ‘No, madam, we most certainly are not. I have my own rooms and you will have yours.’
For some reason, this statement rather pleased Julia and she began to relax a little. Clearly, Lucius really didn’t want to be married to her and was going to have as little to do with her as possible. Maybe the marriage would be just about bearable if they lived completely separate lives for the next two years. And if that was the case then maybe she could even continue her relationship with Nigel. In secret, of course, after all, she was a married woman and wouldn’t want to cause a scandal or make her husband seem like a cuckold. But in this huge place they could quite easily avoid each other forever, if need be.
She nodded, indicating her understanding of what Lucius was implying. ‘So if you’ve no interest in me being your wife . . . sexually, then surely there’s no reason why I shouldn’t be able to continue my relationship with Nigel, is there? You don’t need to worry I can keep it a secret. Then you can have . . . whatever relationships you’ve been having, too.’
Lucius gazed at her as he smirked. ‘Oh, I fully intended to continue exactly as before. Our marriage will change nothing there.’
Julia’s heart lifted a little at his words. Perhaps Lucius wasn’t such an arsehole after all. ‘So you agree, then?’
‘No. I do not agree.’ Lucius told her commandingly. ‘You will not be seeing that man again, so I suggest you forget you ever knew him.’ Julia felt a stab of pain in her heart at Lucius’ callous words. ‘You are my wife now, whether we like it or not, and I will not allow you to bring the name of Malfoy into disrepute with a sordid affair.’
‘Oh, I see. So I’m to be chained up here like a slave but it’s all right for you to fuck around with anyone you want, then, is it?’ Julia asked angrily, points of red rising in her cheeks. ‘How does that affect your precious Malfoy reputation?’
Lucius left his spot by the fireplace and came to stand over her, bending so his face was only an inch from hers.
‘You have much to learn, Mudblood,’ he hissed. His eyes glared furiously into hers. ‘You are my wife only because there was absolutely no other choice. There is no way I would lower myself to live in the filthy Muggle world just because your blood status makes you an unsuitable partner for me — but now you are my wife you will behave accordingly. You will not embarrass the name of Malfoy with any of your actions and you will certainly not be allowed to conduct an affair . . . especially with that prat.’
‘But you don’t want me,’ Julia pointed out sadly, ‘and this place is miles away from anywhere, so why not let me be happy with Nigel? I swear no one will find out. I can be discreet, you know. And don’t call me Mudblood. It’s a vile name.’
Lucius shook his head firmly, his face stony. ‘No. You will have no further communication with that man. He’s part of your history now and I do not expect you ever to refer to him again. Oh, and for your information, Mudblood, I can call you whatever I like.’
Julia was determined not to cry as she was sure that was what Lucius wanted from her, but she also wanted to be away from her callous and cold-hearted bastard of a husband to grieve for her lost love. She looked imperiously at Lucius.
‘If you can’t be civil towards me, Lucius, then don’t expect me to talk to you,’ she told him icily. ‘And if you’ve finished lecturing me I’d like to go to my rooms, please.’ She left the ‘and away from you’ part of the speech left unsaid but she knew Lucius had picked up on the thought.
He nodded curtly. ‘You will be housed in the East Wing. You won’t be disturbed there unless my son comes to visit. He too has a room in that area. However, you will be given ample warning of his arrival.’
Julia had completely forgotten that Lucius had a son from his previous marriage. She looked at him, more interested now than she had been since they had been paired.
‘How old is your son?’ she asked.
‘Draco is twenty-one. He lives and works in London but he does occasionally visit.’
‘Did you not want any other children?’ Julia asked curiously.
Lucius shrugged and replied, ‘Narcissa didn’t have a very good pregnancy. It put her off having any more children. Come, I’ll show you to your rooms.’
Julia followed Lucius out of the drawing room and up a large staircase, bearing to the right at the top. The house was huge and magnificently decorated and Julia was looking forward to exploring it in greater detail once she got settled in.
‘I have an engagement tonight,’ Lucius said offhandedly as they walked down a long wood-panelled corridor. ‘I will arrange for the house-elves to serve your meal in your suite.’
‘Where are you going?’ Julia asked interestedly.
‘A private matter,’ Lucius spat coldly. ‘It’s none of your business.’
‘Fine,’ Julia replied tetchily. ‘Well, I hope you have a good evening.’
‘Oh, I certainly intend to,’ Lucius replied with a lewd smirk. He indicated to the left with his hand. ‘Here.’
They had reached a door which was wood-panelled like the corridor but the panels contained carvings which at a quick glance looked to Julia like hunting scenes.
‘I hope the rooms will be to your liking,’ Lucius said stiffly. ‘If not I suppose we can get them re-decorated.’
He opened the door, revealing a large drawing room. Once again the furniture was very old and a fire was set in the large fireplace but was not lit. Julia walked in and looked around the room, taking in the expensive furnishings and the eau de nil colours, soothing yet bland at the same time. She wondered whether the room had belonged to her predecessor, Narcissa. Certainly, the colours made her think of the tall, elegant, pale-skinned woman whose picture she vaguely remembered from the newspapers.
Lucius was watching her reaction carefully. ‘No doubt you would prefer red and gold,’ he said sarcastically.
‘Maybe,’ Julia admitted, ‘at least something a little brighter. The room is nice, it’s very light and airy, but the colour’s a bit wishy-washy. I prefer something a little bolder.’
She walked through the open doorway and into the bedroom. This too was decorated in soothing tones that complimented the lounge. Julia looked around. There was a large, comfortable-looking bed and a dressing table with a large mirror. Cupboards ran along one wall and there was a bureau under the large leaded window. Julia walked across the room to look through it. She overlooked the garden, with a nice view of the steps leading down to the sweeping lawn with its immaculate flower borders.
She turned around looking at the room again. It was boring . . . beautiful, but boring.
‘You don’t like this either?’ Lucius asked, seeing her expression.
‘No, I do. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with any of it,’ Julia said hurriedly. ‘It’s just a bit . . . bland.’
‘I think you mean classically understated,’ Lucius replied stuffily.
‘Yeah, probably,’ Julia said trying not to sigh. ‘Sorry, I just prefer something a little more . . . sensual.’
Lucius raised his eyebrows. ‘You want sensual?’
Julia shrugged. ‘Well, I do have to live here. And surely that’s the point of a bedroom, isn’t it — somewhere seductive that you want to spend time.’
‘Are you intending to spend all your time in bed?’ Lucius asked.
‘No, of course I’m not. But when I’m here I’d rather be somewhere I feel comfortable.’
Lucius looked around, then sighed. ‘I shall send Moki to see you. Tell him your requirements and the house-elves will arrange the redecoration for you.’
‘Thank you, Lucius,’ Julia said and smiled at him, the first time she had done so.
She walked through to the bathroom. It was very large and surprisingly modern, full of gleaming stainless steel and bright white tiles. A large bath took up a good portion of the room and a shower, toilet, and sink completed the furniture. Now, this she did like.
‘Does it meet with your approval?’ Lucius asked softly in her ear. He was standing at her shoulder. Julia jumped, surprised at his closeness.
‘Yes, it’s lovely,’ she admitted. ‘That bath is amazing. I wonder how many people would fit in it.’
Lucius’ eyebrows rose again and he smirked. ‘I see I may have misjudged you, Julia,’ he said salaciously. ‘Sensual bedrooms and sharing baths . . . .’
Julia flushed. ‘That wasn’t what I meant. I’m not interested in sharing the bath. I just wondered how many people would fit in it. It’s massive.’
Lucius’ smirk faded slightly. ‘Pity,’ he said, sounding a little disappointed. ‘I thought things had just got more interesting. I believe you could comfortably get four or six people in there, perhaps as many as eight or ten if you wanted things to get a little more . . . intimate.’ The lush drawl of his voice sent shivers up Julia’s spine. ‘I’ll leave you to get settled in,’ he finished, suddenly abrupt once more, and turning, he walked out of the room, leaving Julia alone.
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