A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE

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Chapter Ten - Sadness


Hermione knocked on Lucius’ bedroom door and heard his voice tell her to enter. She walked in to find Lucius hadn’t changed out of his robe. She liked that robe very much and looked forward to him peeling it off while she watched. Or maybe even helped. She walked up to him and began helpfully brushing cat hairs off the front of his robe, running her hands over his crotch where the cat hairs were worst. But she soon realized that sometime in the past hour, Lucius’ mood had gone from good to morose. His unhappiness was coming off him in waves. Her own desire cooled a bit when confronted with his disinterest. “What’s wrong, Lucius?”


Lucius pulled away slightly, suspicious of her sympathy and not wanting her touch. He looked mutely at Hermione seeing everything that was wrong with his world.


“You’re unhappy. We can do this another time.” Hermione was very disappointed, but she recognized her evening’s entertainment was likely being called off.


“Tell me, Hermione, are you as uninterested in having my babies as I am in giving them to you? Or are you a willing sacrifice on the altar of Mudblood duty?”


“What started you thinking about this now, Lucius? You’ve been mired in this situation with me for a year now.” Hermione pulled her robe more closely around her. “I thought we were going to at least get something out of it for ourselves. Was I wrong? And, yes, sacrifice is an excellent word for me. Have I acted willing for the past year? I hate the edict as much as you, but where does it say that I can’t have some fun on the blasted altar as I’m being sacrificed. Have you discovered a conscience or something?”


Lucius didn’t know what he wanted. He’d taken the evil-tasting potion for nothing, it seemed. His faith in his ability to control his life had faltered, after talking to Snape had made him lose some of his confidence in his long-term goal of denying himself any more heirs. He’d lost the chance to have more heirs in his first marriage because Narcissa hadn’t wanted to get pregnant any more and had made sure she took the contraceptive potion every day. She’d said the taste wasn’t so bad after a while. Unbelievable. She must really not have wanted another pregnancy. In addition, Lucius had tired of having sex with his wife because she was not interested in it the way he was. He wanted to do more than Narcissa would allow. So when he left her bed for good, she didn’t have to drink the hellish stuff at all.


Her idea of sex had ironically been very similar to what he’d had with Hermione for the last year. Well, now Narcissa was someone else’s problem. She’d been parceled out to some wealthy Halfblood wizard in Scotland and she’d been happy to go. Apparently her new husband’s sex drive was as frozen as hers. Good luck to them both. Lucius only missed her out of habit, but not for much else. She was a beautiful woman and he’d wanted her, but it was no wonder she wouldn’t let him touch her before the wedding.


He’d finally gone elsewhere for sex among dissatisfied Pureblood wives and Narcissa was actually relieved, damn her. His looks had guaranteed him a large selection, but the necessary secrecy and the precautions of keeping the very distinctive Malfoy genes from showing up in another Pureblood wizard’s family had made the assignations pall somewhat, partly because he’d had to swallow that potion. He would never have trusted any of his clandestine partners to drink it instead of him. He was horny but not stupid. A few of the wives had been more sexually adventurous but it took time to initiate them into the more exotic activities he wanted in bed. Time he usually didn’t have.


It was astonishing and a major irony that the Mudblood he’d been forced to wed seemed to be very interested in sex and possibly would entertain his more erotic interests. Gods knew he had all the time in the world now to test out that theory. But he needed to decide if he wanted to swallow that toxic waste Snape called a contraceptive potion for the rest of his life. He could swear it was slowly shriveling his balls. He’d have to ask Snape if there were any side effects to men. Lucius’ breath hitched in his throat; it was suddenly appalling to remember Snape wouldn’t take the stuff himself.


So! Potion and possible damage to his precious twin assets or Halfblood children. If the Ministry continued with its edict, and there was no reason to think that would change, then there would be no Pureblood children anywhere. He was, in effect, shriveling his balls to spite his enemies. Not too smart, Malfoy, decided Lucius. So where do I go from here?


Hermione went and sat on the raised bed gently swinging her legs, waiting for Lucius to tell her to go. She still had a slight hope for the evening because for some reason Lucius hadn’t told her to leave yet. He appeared to be deep in thought, staring at her but not really seeing her. She made sure that her robe opened over her legs up to the middle of her thighs in case Lucius could be swayed by her body. She hoped he would be desperate enough to want her. She was certainly desperate enough to want him – or rather his cock. The rest of him was merely an attractive attachment she had to put up with. Hermione smothered a chuckle at her entertaining thought.


Lucius came back from his internal funk and saw his wife sitting on his bed in her pink, fuzzy little robe. She represented all the things that had destroyed the quality of his life. His heirs, his future, his enjoyment of life, such as it was. Well, he couldn’t change the heirs but he could affect his future and his enjoyment of life if he wanted to try. He was going to start by changing his attitude toward sex with her. He was going to unleash his physical desires and she would have to accept everything he wanted from her in bed. She was married to him forever and she had to have sex with him at least once a week. It was a start.
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A/N: Two chapters at once! And lemons ahead...