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A/N: So this nearly didn't get posted tonight as the news broke that Jo had secretly published a new crime book back in April, under the name Robert Galbraith (The Cuckoo's Calling just in case you didn't get caught up in the hype). Obviously, I rushed out to get it, like most of the rest of the HP fandom and was tempted to sink straight into it. But then I remembered it was time to post this chapter and so I've done that instead as I didn't want to leave you lovely readers hanging, especially after the extended break for my holiday. I really do appreciate those of you that are following the story and want to thank you for sticking with it. And as ever a shout out to my beta, Mamacita for her patience. Dx

Julia Apparated directly into her bedroom and collapsed on the bed in a flood of tears, unable to stand as grief overwhelmed her. For a long time she lay almost immobile, curled up with her arms around herself, the sobbing doing nothing to make her feel better. Eventually, the tears stopped. She seemed to have cried herself out, although the pain driving the tears was still there, something she was sure was never going to leave her.
But in time, that too lessened, and although she felt tender and bruised inside, the sharp stabbing pains and the cannonball in her stomach had disappeared. With the cessation of the pain a new kind of clarity emerged, one that was completely unwelcome but that had to be faced. The realisation that the one tiny, fragile thread of hope she had been clinging to for the last twenty months had been cut, setting her irrevocably adrift from Lucius, was overshadowed by something more troubling.
She had always known her immediate reaction to Lucius’ marriage to Crystal was born of the betrayal she felt at his apparent ease at accepting the Ministry’s ruling, and her confused feelings about the reason behind his actions had stemmed from that aching loss which had engulfed her and made her unable to think clearly.
But although she had spent almost two years avoiding Lucius and telling anyone who would listen that she wanted nothing to do with him, seeing him at the wedding made her realise that she had been fooling herself, and more badly than she had understood. It had become clear that her anger towards her ex-husband and the pain she had nurtured deep inside since their spilt didn’t stem from either the fact of his re-marriage or his apparent desire to continue their relationship when she couldn’t even consider it but was, as she had realised as soon as she saw him, because he hadn’t come to find her.
Julia knew that Lucius had given her the space she had asked for, both with the hour to clear out of the manor and afterwards when she had refused to see him or allow him to know where she was. But if she was honest, and now she felt she had no choice but to be brutally so, she was angry that he hadn’t ignored her wishes and come to take her back.
Not once in the twenty months they had been apart had he visited the hospital or attempted to trace where she was living. He hadn’t even turned up unexpectedly to gatherings she had attended with Draco and Ginny that he must have known Julia was going to be at. He had given her exactly what she wanted . . . and it had made her mad at him, and worse, it had made her doubt the sincerity of his assertion that he loved her still.
She was aware that her feelings were pretty unreasonable, as she was sure that had Lucius actually attempted to find her she would have been just as annoyed with him, but she also knew that another little part deep inside of her would have been buoyed by the gesture and it would have helped to strengthen and feed that fragile thread.
Would she have resumed her relationship with Lucius if he had come to reclaim her? She didn’t think she would have done as the same problems still applied and she really couldn’t deal with being just Lucius’ mistress, but the possibility was always there and at least there wouldn’t have been that terrible sense of loss that had been there since the moment she had Flooed out of Malfoy Manor for the last time.
The realisation that she had allowed the situation to get so bad left Julia feeling hollow and drained and she didn’t know if there was ever going to be anything she could do to stop the feeling. Seeing Lucius wasn’t an option, especially now that Crystal was pregnant, something that left Julia feeling even more inadequate than before. Whether he liked it or not, Lucius had to concentrate on building a relationship with his wife and Julia would only distract from that — but it seemed too hard, at her age, to try to forge a new life for herself away from the only friends and family she’d had for so long.
Julia thought about her failed attempt at a relationship with Nigel. She had to admit that she was rubbish at relationships. Only the one with Lucius had worked, and even that seemed to have been due more to luck than judgement. She still couldn’t believe they had fallen in love when on the day of their wedding they had been ready to kill each other and would have been happy to do so.
She climbed off the bed, slipped off her sandals, and headed for the bathroom to wash off what was left of her makeup. Then, returning to the bedroom, she removed her dress, changing into sweat pants and a t-shirt. That done, she left the bedroom and made her way through the lounge into the kitchen, where she pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard.
Julia knew she had probably already had enough to drink over the course of the day, but one more wasn’t going to hurt and might even help. Taking the now full glass she returned to the lounge and curled up on the sofa, trying but failing miserably to not think about Crystal’s baby.

Lucius and Draco appeared on the road outside the building Julia’s flat was located in. Draco was still angry with his father for shaking Ginny but he understood the man’s frustration. What he had to do now was make sure his father didn’t do anything stupid — although he felt that would be a hard task to achieve with the mood the man was currently in.
‘If she tells you to go away, you need to leave. You promised, remember,’ Draco reminded his father as he pulled open the door and entered the building, Lucius following close behind. He was aware his voice had a slight pleading quality to it.
They walked up the flight of stairs, stopping close to the door of Julia’s flat, and Draco pointed at it to show which one of the several doors it was.
‘I’m serious about this, Father — you mustn’t harass her.’
‘Don’t you worry about me, Draco, I’ll be fine. You go back to the reception,’ Lucius said.
He sounded calm and collected, but Draco was well aware that was usually when he was at his most dangerous. He looked at his father, trying to gauge what he was likely to do.
‘Go on, go,’ Lucius repeated, his voice a little sharper now.
‘I’m not leaving you here alone,’ Draco said stoutly. ‘Merlin only knows what you would do then. And I want to make sure you leave if Julia tells you to go away.’
A brief look of annoyance shot across Lucius’ face at Draco’s words, but he forced it off. ‘She’s not going to tell me to go away. Well, she might at first, but that’s just a knee-jerk reaction. Once she understands I’m not going to leave she’ll let me in.’
Draco shook his head. ‘You promised you wouldn’t pester her,’ he said unhappily. ‘I think you should leave it for tonight. Give her a chance to recover first.’
‘No.’ Lucius’ voice was cold and hard. ‘I’m not waiting any longer. I shouldn’t have waited this long, I realise that now. I should never have let her leave the manor in the first place.’
‘What should you have done, chained her up?’ Draco asked sarcastically.
‘No, of course not. But I should have made it clearer that I didn’t want her to go.’
‘You told her you loved her and that nothing had changed,’ Draco pointed out. ‘I thought that was clear enough. But you have to accept that things have changed for Julia. You are married to someone else and are not hers anymore. That was a hard thing for her to have to deal with, especially on the spot like that. Although I have to admit I honestly thought she’d come round after a break. I’m really sorry she didn’t, Father.’
‘But now I can put it right. I really can,’ Lucius said, sounding confident. ‘But you need to leave me to get on with it. You go back to the manor. Ginny’s waiting for you. You should be with her and your guests celebrating your wedding, not standing here in this dismal corridor with me.’
Draco sighed. He was torn between the desire to return to his new wife and the celebration that was taking place without him and the need to ensure his father stayed sane.
‘I should stay,’ he said finally, sounding a little unsure. ‘Make sure everything’s okay between you.’
Lucius looked at him in amusement. ‘I’m not going to do anything to hurt Julia, Draco. You are perfectly safe to leave me alone with her. Honestly.’
Draco looked at him appraisingly, biting his bottom lip nervously as he pondered what to do. ‘Please don’t do anything stupid or Ginny will kill me,’ he said quietly.
‘I promise I won’t,’ Lucius replied sincerely.
Draco looked at his father for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder and sighed. ‘Okay, if you’re sure? Well, good luck, then.’
And with that he turned and headed for the stairs, leaving Lucius alone outside Julia’s door.
Lucius looked at the door for a moment as he debated what he was going to say to Julia. What he wanted to do was to grab her and give her the kiss he had been so intent on bestowing earlier, but that might be a bit premature, considering what had happened since. Yes, first he needed to talk to Julia properly, to explain how things really stood, and then . . . well . . . then they could see where to go from there.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked loudly on the door.
Julia heard the knock but ignored it at first, thinking it must be someone accidentally knocking on her door when they meant to knock at one of her neighbours’. This happened quite regularly, so she always pretended not to be in and the caller usually realised their mistake pretty quickly and went away. Considering the state she was currently in after what had happened to her at the wedding, she didn’t really want to face anyone, not even a stranger.
But the knocking didn’t stop. Initially, it was a couple of sharp raps on the door, but this was followed only a minute or so later by a longer series, and when she did nothing about that either, the knocking became louder and harder. With a sigh, Julia stood up and left the lounge, intending to go and give a piece of her mind to whoever it was who was causing all the noise, pointing out that they should check their door numbers more closely. Then she heard Lucius’ voice come through the door and she froze.
‘Julia . . . come on, love . . . I know you’re in there. Open the door and let me in.’
What was he doing here? And more to the point, how had he found her? Draco and Ginny had to have given away her secret. Julia felt her stomach lurch, her heart sinking at her friends’ betrayal. She automatically began to walk towards the door to open it when the knocking came again and Lucius’ voice, still calm and reasonable but a little louder now, made her stop again.
She didn’t want to see him, not now. There was nothing he could say to her that would make the situation any better. Instead of opening the door she turned around and made her way back into the lounge. Although he knew she was there, perhaps if she just ignored him he would get fed up and leave.
Lucius heard a noise inside the flat, but after waiting for a moment the door didn’t open and so he knocked again and called out for Julia once more. He knew she was in there and he didn’t care how long he had to wait. He had no intention of leaving until he had spoken to her face-to-face. He knocked again.
‘Come on, Julia . . . let me in. I’m not leaving until you at least open the door.’
There was no further sound of movement and the door stayed firmly shut. She was obviously playing hard to get. Trying hard to keep his rising temper under control, Lucius pulled his wand from his pocket and waved it at the door as he whispered, ‘Alohamora.’ It didn’t move, although in fairness he hadn’t really expected it to. He was sure Julia was more than savvy enough about house protection.
He waved his wand once more with another whispered word. Immediately, the knocking started up again but this time, as it was magically induced, it didn’t stop. Again and again the noise came. Lucius waved his wand for the third time and the noise ceased out in the hallway although he knew it would still be audible in the flat. He moved back to lean against the wall opposite the entrance to the flat while he waited for the sound to annoy Julia enough to open the door.
Julia had intended to ignore Lucius but the constant knocking was beginning to drive her mad. It seemed to fill the entire flat, always at the same level regardless of where she was, so she knew Lucius must be using magic to create it. That meant he had no intention of leaving. With a loud sigh she left the bedroom, the latest place she had gone in an attempt to get away from the noise, and headed back towards the front door, pulling her own wand from her bag on the way.
‘You can stop knocking, Lucius. I’m not going to open the door,’ she said loudly and coldly to the closed door in front of her.
‘I just want to talk to you,’ Lucius replied. He had moved away from the wall to stand in front of the door, waiting hopefully.
‘Well, I don’t want to talk to you,’ Julia retorted. ‘We have nothing to say to each other. So please, just stop that bloody noise and go back to the party.’
‘I’m not stopping the knocking until you open the door,’ Lucius told her. ‘And I really don’t care how long that takes. I’ll just take up residence out here until you give in. You have to open the door eventually.’
There was a long pause, then Julia said unhappily, ‘Why are you doing this to me? I asked you to leave me alone.’
‘I never agreed to that,’ Lucius said quickly, his voice deep and passionate. ‘I let you leave the manor, but I never said I would keep away from you. I can’t keep away from you. I love you, Julia, and I know you love me, too.’
‘I refuse to go through all this again,’ Julia said, trying hard to keep her voice cold and unemotional.
She could already feel the tears rising, and as had happened so many times since she had returned home, the image of Crystal crowing about her continuing marriage to Lucius flashed into her mind. That bloody knocking was driving her mad as well. She put her hands over her ears to try to block out the sound but it did no good. It wasn’t going to stop until she opened the door. She knuckled her hands into her eyes to stop the tears, then with a sigh she moved forward and opened the door just enough that she could see Lucius. She pointed her wand at him.
‘Okay, I’ve opened the door. Now get rid of that bloody racket and get the hell out of my building before I lose my temper and hex you or something.’ She glared at her ex-husband. ‘Go away, Lucius. You need to go back to your wife and sort things out with her, not pester me when I’ve got no interest in seeing or talking to you.’
Lucius’ wand quelled the knocking while Julia was still talking and he smiled at her and studied her appraisingly as she spoke. Then he shook his head.
‘I’m not going anywhere. Open the door and let me in. I need to talk to you.’
‘Didn’t you just hear me say I don’t want to talk?’ Julia said belligerently. ‘And there’s no reason why I can’t kill you now . . . which actually might do everyone a favour.’
‘You’re not going to kill me,’ Lucius stated confidently, ‘but you are going to let me in. I know you don’t think we have anything to talk about, but that’s not true. Please, Julia, don’t make me stand out here all night. I promise you’re going to want to hear what I’ve got to say.’
Julia shook her head. ‘But it won’t change anything, Lucius. Crystal’s still pregnant and I still have absolutely no intention of having an affair with you.’
‘Those are some of the things I want to talk to you about,’ Lucius said, his voice far gentler now. ‘At least hear me out, and then if you still want me to go I’ll leave and I promise I won’t bother you ever again.’
Julia sighed. ‘You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?’
‘I will once we’ve finished talking . . . if that’s really what you want. But I want to get everything cleared up for good . . . so we both know there’s no way back.’
Julia looked at Lucius for several long seconds then opened the door wider, with a put-upon sigh.
‘All right, you can come in. But if I ask you to leave I want you to go immediately, without any argument, Lucius. Promise me . . . and no weasel words that you can back out of later.’
Lucius put his wand in his pocket and raised his hands in supplication. ‘I promise that if you ask me to leave I will,’ he said sombrely, although he frowned as he said it. ‘I just hope you’ll give me a chance first, though.’
Julia nodded and moved back to allow Lucius into the small hallway of the flat. She closed the door behind him and indicated that he should go through into the lounge.
‘Do you want a glass of wine?’ she asked as Lucius sat down on the small sofa where she had been sitting until recently, her glass still resting on the coffee table in front of it.
‘That would be nice,’ Lucius replied. He smiled and looked around the room. ‘This place isn’t bad. It’s a bit small but seems quite nice. You did well.’
Julia’s heart was beating faster as she entered the kitchen to get another glass and the bottle of wine. Lucius liked her flat. She thought of the way Nigel had criticised the place and a wave of good feeling for Lucius swept through her. No wonder she was still in love with him. He was everything she had always wanted but never realised she needed whilst she was with Nigel. He was her ideal man, her soul mate . . . and he was married to and having a baby with someone else.
She pulled the bottle from the fridge and carrying the wine glass she had retrieved she returned to the lounge and poured Lucius a drink and handed it to him. She put the bottle on the table and picked up her own glass, intending to go and sit in one of the armchairs.
‘Will you sit with me?’ Lucius asked.
Julia wasn’t sure she wanted to be so close to Lucius. It already hurt too much not to be able to hold and touch him as she wanted to, but not wanting to anger or upset him, which could cause her a problem now she had let him into her flat, she nodded and sat down next to him on the sofa.
‘So what did you want to tell me?’ she asked, trying to sound businesslike and ignore the fact that Lucius was close enough for her to stroke his handsome face.
Lucius looked at Julia for a moment as he took a sip of his wine. It wasn’t very good quality, just as everything in her flat wasn’t very good quality, but then she had run off and refused to take any of his money so she was only living on her wages which he knew weren’t very good.
‘I want you to know that I still love you . . . that I never stopped loving you,’ Lucius said, his voice quiet.
‘So you’ve already told me, several times this evening,’ Julia replied flatly. ‘I thought you said that what you needed to tell me would be worth my while listening to but this is just a rehash of what we’ve already been through before and is a pointless waste of time with things as they now stand.’
‘No, it’s not,’ Lucius insisted. ‘I was making sure you realised just how deeply I still care for you . . . even though you wouldn’t let me see you.’
Julia took a large mouthful of her wine, then snorted with derision. ‘You didn’t exactly go out of your way to look for me, though, did you, Lucius? You must have known I’d gone with Ginny and Draco, and you knew where I worked but not once in all this time did you ever try to find me. I had to come to you . . . and you know I didn’t want to do that, but I had no choice. I couldn’t let Ginny down on her big day.’
‘Draco and Ginny assured me they had no idea where you were,’ Lucius said, sounding embarrassed. ‘At first I really didn’t believe my son would lie to me, not over something so important. But they told me to leave you to calm down and every time I tried to do something to find you they would stop me. They kept telling me it was only a matter of time before you came back to me and that barging in like a bull in a china shop wouldn’t help the process at all. Stupidly, I listened to them and you just moved further and further away from me.’
Julia looked at Lucius in surprise at his admission that he had tried to look for her. Why had Ginny never said anything to her about that? But of course, she had, in her own way— all those times she had tried to get Julia to meet up with Lucius. And Julia had just assumed Ginny was trying to push her into an affair with him.
‘Well, it doesn’t make any difference now, anyway,’ she said with a shrug. ‘Things have moved on and even if there had been any chance for you and me it disappeared once Crystal got pregnant. I won’t you be your mistress, Lucius. I love you but I can’t do that.’
‘But that’s the whole point,’ Lucius told her happily. ‘Nothing’s changed . . . and in three months’ time I’ll be free.’
Julia looked at him in astonishment. ‘Have you not been listening to what I’ve been telling you? Crystal’s pregnant . . . she’s having your baby, Lucius, and as much as you’d like to you can’t simply bury your head in the sand and pretend it’s not going to happen and everything is just spiffy. In three months’ time you’re still going to be married to Crystal and I am not going to have a relationship with you — in fact, I won’t ever see you again.’
Lucius laughed as if he really didn’t care. ‘Crystal may well be pregnant, but I’ve no idea who the father is. It’s certainly not me.’
Julia stared at Lucius, completely dumbstruck for a moment, then she said, ‘What are you talking about? Do you really expect me to believe that you and Crystal didn’t—’ she broke off, not wanting to say the words, especially as another of those rather too graphic visions of Lucius and his young wife drifted into her mind.
She took another mouthful of her wine, finishing the glass; then, for something to do and to try to take her mind off the thoughts that were crowding her brain, she poured herself another one.
‘No, of course not,’ Lucius said cheerfully — almost too cheerfully, Julia thought bitterly, considering he was talking about shagging someone he supposedly hated. ‘I wasn’t going through that illness again, so I consummated the union within a week; and to ensure there was going to be no problem with annulling the pairing I fucked her once a month, regular as clockwork.’
He grinned widely as Julia tried hard not to look upset. She could feel her insides twisting at his admission that he had been having a sexual relationship with Crystal. Of course, she knew he had to be and had even told Draco that herself, but deep inside a little part of her had hoped he had abstained, or that if he had done it he hadn’t enjoyed it in the way he had with her. But the way he was grinning like the Cheshire cat told her he had obviously relished what he had done with his young wife, and he had even admitted they did it regularly. That was particularly galling as she remembered that sex hadn’t been regular between them, at least not at the start of their relationship. He hadn’t wanted to go anywhere near her, let alone have sex.
‘I even made sure we picked the best time for her to fall,’ Lucius continued sounding smug, ‘just to make it really obvious to the Ministry that we’d been trying.’
‘Well, congratulations . . . it worked,’ Julia replied tartly.
‘Yes, apparently so, but I don’t know how,’ Lucius said his voice more serious now, ‘because I’m not able to have children. So Crystal’s obviously been up to no good in a vain attempt to keep her gold-digging little hands on my money.’
‘Of course you can have children, Lucius — you’ve had Draco. Or are you saying Narcissa was having an affair, too? If that’s the case, you’re seriously deluded. He looks far too much like you to have been fathered by anyone else.’
Lucius shook his head. ‘For all I know Narcissa may well have had affairs while we were married. I wouldn’t really blame her if she had as I was a lousy husband to her. And you’re right, Draco is definitely my son. But I also know what I’m talking about when I say I can’t impregnate anyone.’
He broke off for a moment and looked intently at Julia, reaching out to take her hand. For a second he thought she was going to pull away, but eventually, she let it rest and he began to stroke the soft skin gently.
‘I really did everything I could to try to get the Ministry to change their mind about us, my love. I have to admit that my first instinct was to hex that bastard Leach, and I came pretty close to doing that. But knowing it wasn’t going to help and would just land me in Azkaban, I swallowed my pride and instead, I begged him to give us another two years. But they were adamant that you weren’t likely to conceive so they wouldn’t give us the chance.
‘I laid my heart bare to them and the next thing I knew they were wheeling in Crystal and giving me the option of bonding with her or giving up my wand. You know the latter was never going to happen, so I had no choice, even though she was only a child. I was completely devastated and when you ran away from me I thought nothing could get any worse,’ he said quietly.
‘You know why I had to go,’ Julia said defensively.
‘Yes . . . sort of. What I mean is that I didn’t want to give you up and didn’t see why I should have to. I was only bonded to Crystal because of the bloody Ministry. You were still my wife, whatever they said. It didn’t occur to me that you wouldn’t want to stay with me.’
‘I was trying to give Crystal a chance,’ Julia said, then admitted, ‘and if I’m honest I was angry with you for marrying her, even though I knew you didn’t have a choice. But I still don’t see what this has to do with—’
‘Patience, my love, and I will explain all,’ Lucius said, that smug look back on his face as he cut her off. ‘Once I saw that you and I weren’t just going to continue to live together and wait for the two years to be over so we could go back to being alone again and that it would just be me and the child at Malfoy Manor, the realisation that this meant getting physical with her kicked in.
‘To be frank it wasn’t really that much of a hardship as she is a beautiful girl but I love you and didn’t really relish the thought of having to go through the motions with her, even to satisfy the blasted Ministry’s rules for annulment. Then I began to worry that maybe Crystal really would be able to conceive and that definitely couldn’t be allowed to happen as I had no intention of extending that relationship any longer than I had to.
‘It was obviously going to be impossible to abstain from sex — remembering back to the problems we had with the consummation I already knew that had to be done quickly — but in order to ensure that I got the annulment I wanted so badly I had to show willingness to try for a baby as well. Determined that there was to be absolutely no opportunity for anything to go wrong, I went out into the Muggle world and had a vasectomy.’
‘You did what?’ Julia asked sounding confused.
‘I had a vasectomy.’ Lucius took a sip of his wine, then asked casually, ‘Do you know how it works?’
Julia shook her head, looking blank. ‘I’ve never even heard of it.’
‘Really? I thought you might have, being Muggle-born,’ Lucius said. ‘Although I suppose you grew up in the wizarding world, didn’t you, so I guess that’s not too much of a surprise.’ He picked up the wine bottle and poured the remaining contents into his glass, then he looked at Julia again. ‘Basically, it’s a form of birth control in the Muggle world. They tie up and cut your tubes so the sperm can’t get out. You can still ejaculate, but there’s nothing in it.’
Julia looked surprised. ‘That sounds a bit extreme. Did it hurt?’
Lucius shook his head. ‘Not at all. It only took about half an hour to do it, then a couple of hours’ recovery time. It takes about a week before you can have sex and you have to be checked for a couple of months afterwards to make sure it’s worked, but generally it’s effective pretty much immediately.’
‘So did you have that done before you consummated the marriage?’ Julia asked interestedly.
‘No, there wasn’t enough time for that as I wanted to ensure I wouldn’t get ill, so I used a good old-fashioned contraceptive charm for the consummation. But by the time we started attempting to conceive I’d had the op and been given the all-clear so I knew it was safe to make the attempt, happy in the knowledge that I was firing blanks, as the Muggles say.’
‘How did you know about this form of Muggle contraception?’ Julia asked curiously. ‘I wouldn’t have thought you’d be interested in anything Muggle, especially their forms of birth control.’
‘Generally, I’m not,’ Lucius admitted, ‘but a friend of mine told me about it a few years ago. Of course, I’d never really considered it before but it suddenly seemed like the ideal solution to my problem.’
‘So was this friend a wizard or a Muggle?’ Julia asked.
Lucius looked a bit shifty for a moment. ‘Does it matter?’
‘Well, it might. I didn’t think you liked Muggles and I’d be surprised to find that one was your “friend”, unless they were a recent acquisition.’
‘Well, friend might be too strong a word,’ Lucius admitted. ‘He’s an acquaintance from a club I used to go to.’
‘Is that one of the clubs you’ve resumed going to?’ Julia asked. She looked carefully at Lucius, gauging his expression.
‘Ah . . . you heard, then? I suppose Ginny told you, did she?’
Julia nodded. ‘Yes. She was trying to get me to restart our relationship at the time. For some reason she seemed to think that telling me that you were out fucking anything you could lay your hands on at all manner of dodgy clubs would make me come rushing back to you. I don’t know why, it actually had exactly the opposite effect, as I’m sure you can imagine. I didn’t want to be just another of your many women, Lucius, especially if you were being that indiscriminate.’
‘You were never that,’ Lucius told her honestly. ‘Once our relationship became something real I stopped going to all those clubs. You know I did. And if you’d come back to me I would have stopped again.’ He looked at her defiantly. ‘You can hardly blame me. I didn’t want to fuck Crystal more than I had to, and you had run away. You know I’m highly sexed, I needed what the clubs could give.’
‘What about contraception at those?’ Julia asked archly.
‘At the Muggle clubs they use condoms — a Muggle barrier,’ Lucius explained. ‘Not just for contraception but to stop sexually transmitted diseases, too. I guess our contraception charms must have something like that built in as I’ve never really heard of anyone getting a disease from another wizard, not even when Muggles are involved.’
‘Me neither,’ Julia said. ‘Although maybe there’s not that sort of club—’
Lucius snorted. ‘Don’t you believe it, our world has plenty of that sort of club, my love . . . more than you could ever imagine.’
Julia felt a little uncomfortable at the way the conversation was heading toward Lucius’ perverse sex life so she tried to steer the topic back on course.
‘So are you certain that this . . . whatever it’s called, worked?’
Lucius nodded. ‘Definitely. I got my sperm count checked as recommended and I was definitely firing blanks. The chances of getting someone pregnant after that are minuscule . . . almost zero, in fact. I’m completely convinced that the child isn’t mine and that Crystal has only done it because she doesn’t want to give up the lifestyle she’s so wholeheartedly thrown herself into. I’m amazed to admit it but even Narcissa’s spending habits were minimalistic compared to those of my current partner, and as you know, Narcissa is no slouch in the spending department.’
‘But it’s possible there might have been an accident,’ Julia pointed out.
Lucius shook his head. ‘No, there’s really no chance. There was the vaguest possibility in the first two months after the operation, but even that was tiny. It’s definitely not possible after all this time.’
‘But will the Ministry accept your explanation?’ Julia asked. ‘They won’t care, will they? They just want you to have a baby and to them, it will look like you’ve fulfilled the criteria whether it was actually you or not.’
‘Well, I bloody well care,’ Lucius said angrily. ‘I refuse to stay married to that little gold-digger for a moment longer than I have to, and I’m certainly not staying married because she’s pregnant with someone else’s baby. I shall have to explain to the Ministry what I’ve done and refuse to accept any responsibility for the child.’
Julia thought for a moment, then asked hopefully, ‘So if you can’t have children any longer, does that mean you’ll be taken off the list as well?’
Lucius shook his head again. ‘Unfortunately, it’s not that simple,’ he said unhappily. ‘Once I tell the Ministry I had the vasectomy I expect I’ll be in trouble for modifying my body like that. It may well be that they’ll try to make me have the procedure reversed.’ Julia looked confused and he explained, ‘Although it is generally considered permanent, it can be reversed — although it’s far more costly than getting it done in the first place, obviously. In the wizarding world we don’t use body modification as contraception, and I guess with the Ministry pairings we’re not even supposed to use the charms, so they’ll definitely be unhappy that I tried to circumvent the system. But I still think it was worth it. If Crystal hadn’t got herself pregnant the Ministry would never have known what I’d done and would have assumed we really had been trying, and hard. They would have had no qualms about annulling the union and with any luck they would have taken me off the eligibility list after two failed bonding attempts.’
‘But once they find out what you did the Ministry might not accept it as trying,’ Julia pointed out, ‘as you deliberately stopped conception from happening. What happens if they make you stay with her anyway?’
Lucius frowned deeply. ‘I’m sure they won’t do that — especially with Crystal being pregnant now. I’m sure they’re sensible enough to understand that there would be some bad feeling between us as the baby isn’t mine, and with the two-year killing charm gone they’ll need to make damn sure there’s no chance of the union ending badly. But if they insist on the reversal then it’s possible they might try to re-bond me again.’
‘So nothing will have really changed, then,’ Julia said miserably, the hopeful feeling that had been growing inside her at the news that Lucius wasn’t the father of Crystal’s baby suddenly cut off at the realisation that Lucius would still be marrying someone else.
‘Oh, no, my love, everything’s changed,’ Lucius told her with a smile.
‘But you just said—’
Lucius leant forward and put his finger on Julia’s mouth for a moment to stop her from talking.
‘The Ministry of Magic may well want to bond me to someone else, but this time I’m not going to let them,’ Lucius said softly. ‘I told you, Julia, you’re my wife . . . and I will have no other. It’s quite simple really, if the Ministry won’t let us remarry I shall give up my wand.’
‘That’s all very well, but — what?’ Julia realised what Lucius had just said and stared at him, her mouth open in shock.
Lucius nodded. ‘I’m going to turn down the Ministry’s suggestion that I be re-bonded. I’m not going through that again.’ He looked at her carefully. ‘Will you come to live with me in the Muggle world if that happens?’
Julia continued to stare in surprise, her head spinning from his revelation. Lucius was willing to give up his wand and his privileged lifestyle to be with her? This was immense. She could feel her heart pounding as she understood just what Lucius was suggesting and how much he loved her.
‘Julia?’ Lucius’ voice sounded worried as he waited for her response.
Julia nodded, her eyes full of tears that had sprung suddenly to them. ‘Of course I will,’ she whispered happily. ‘Oh, gods, yes, Lucius, absolutely.’
She was still talking when Lucius wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, his lips finding hers in a deeply passionate kiss that went on and on. Julia gave herself to the kiss fully, her own arms wrapping around him in response, no longer worried about the fact that he was married to Crystal. Lucius was hers and always would be and no one, not even the Ministry of Magic, was going to come between them.
‘I love you,’ Julia told him once the kiss ended, breathless words whispered in her need to make him understand just how much she cared for him and how much she appreciated what he was willing to do for her.
‘And I love you, too,’ Lucius said before his lips claimed hers once more in a kiss just as electrifying as the last. ‘Is there any chance we can go to bed?’ he asked cheekily once they managed to release each other for more than a second. ‘You have absolutely no idea just how much I want to fuck you right now.’
Julia laughed. ‘Oh, I think I’ve got some idea, Lucius. You’re not the only one who enjoys having sex, you know.’
‘I thought you were back with that boring bastard you used to live with,’ Lucius said, sounding dismissive. ‘I don’t know why you bothered, though because he’s obviously nowhere near as good in bed as me.’
‘He really was crap,’ Julia admitted with a chuckle. ‘And I’d forgotten just how bad he was until we got back together. We’re not a couple any longer, though. We split up because he thinks you ruined me.’
Lucius grinned wickedly and said lecherously, ‘Does he? Well, I’m glad to have been of service.’ He picked Julia up, standing up as he did so. ‘And I have every intention of continuing that ruination just as soon as I get you near a bed.’
He hurried towards the door, following Julia’s finger as she pointed towards the bedroom. A minute later he dropped her gently on the bed, looking down at her where she lay, a strong wave of desire rushing through him. He needed her naked, needed to be inside her, and he didn’t want to leave it any longer. He had waited such a long time for this moment to arrive and he didn’t want to give Julia the chance to change her mind and back away from him again.
‘Do you realise it’s been six hundred and forty days since we last made love?’ Lucius asked. His hands were moving, slowly caressing her body, enjoying the feeling of her curves.
‘What?’ Julia sounded stunned. She looked into his eyes. ‘You kept count?’
‘Of course I did. Although I’ll be honest, I really hadn’t expected to have to wait quite so long before we did it again. I had been thinking more like a week . . . maybe a month, tops.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Julia said ruefully, her hand reaching out to stroke Lucius’ face. There was a tinge of red in her cheeks. ‘I know I’ve been really stupid about this whole thing, but you know, I just don’t like the idea of being a mistress.’
‘Shhh, love, you never need to apologise to me,’ Lucius told her softly. ‘I’ve told you that before. You had your reasons for leaving me and they were valid for you . . . even if they were completely bonkers.’ He grinned. ‘I’ve got you back now and that’s all that matters.’ He bent down and kissed her lips.
Julia wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed beside her as they continued to kiss.
‘Please don’t be disappointed by my underwear,’ she warned Lucius as he began to undress her. ‘I know it’s not to your usual high standards but I haven’t been able to afford couture for a while and I don’t want it to put you off or annoy you.’
Lucius chuckled. ‘Don’t worry about that, my love. It’s not going to be staying on long enough to offend me. I need you naked. I need to touch your beautiful body . . . to kiss it. In fact . . . .’ He pulled the wand from his pocket, waved it, then placed it on the bedside table as he grinned happily. ‘That saved a bit of time.’
‘Well, at least you didn’t get to see how bad it really was.’ Julia giggled as she ran her hand down Lucius’ now naked chest. ‘You would not have been impressed.’
Lucius gave a huge and highly theatrical sigh. ‘I hope this doesn’t mean I’m going to have to spend years getting you just right again, Julia. It was such a hard job last time.’
Julia slapped him. ‘Don’t be so bloody cheeky, Lucius. Anyway, I don’t think I’ve changed that much . . . at least not for the worst.’ She grinned. ‘Unless you listen to Nigel, of course.’
‘I wouldn’t hold much stock in anything that man says,’ Lucius retorted dismissively. He kissed her again. ‘So what did he get his knickers in a twist about?’
‘I don’t think he was impressed that I wouldn’t do what he wanted all the time without questioning it. I had become too confident and headstrong for him . . . and too kinky, apparently.’
‘Kinky, eh?’ Lucius said happily, raising an eyebrow with interest. ‘Why, what did you try to force the poor man to do? Perhaps I should take you to some of my clubs; you might enjoy it.’
Julia slapped him again. ‘I’m not a pervert, thank you, and I’m not interested in your clubs. Anyway, I wasn’t trying to get him to do anything too unusual. I just wanted him to go down on me.’
Lucius looked at her in surprise. ‘He doesn’t like oral sex?’
‘He doesn’t like giving oral sex,’ Julia clarified. ‘He’s always been perfectly happy to take it. I’d just never knew what I was missing out on until you did it to me and he wasn’t happy that I wanted a bit of equality.’
Lucius’ fingers had been playing with Julia’s nipples as they talked, one hand stroking down over her stomach and towards the sacred area between her legs. She gasped as his fingers connected with her clitoris, teasing and stroking, dipping further to slide inside her.
‘The man’s mad!’ Lucius announced. ‘What’s not to like, especially with you, my love?’ He planted a gentle kiss on her lips followed by others that worked their way down Julia’s throat, then between her breasts and across her stomach, his tongue flicking out to lick around her belly button before continuing lower. ‘Doesn’t know what he missed out on, thank Merlin.’
Julia gasped. ‘Oh gods, Lucius . . . that feels so good.’
‘I’ve only just started,’ Lucius told her huskily with a grin.
His tongue flicked, catching her clit and making Julia gasp once more. His hands pulled her legs wider, his arms wrapping around them to keep them apart as his head dipped further. He buried his face in the soft folds of her vulva as he licked, enjoying hearing her moans as her arousal grew. Time for him to remind her just what she had been missing by staying away and to drive that loser of a boyfriend from her brain once and for all — and also time for him to enjoy himself in a way he hadn’t managed for such a long time now.
Being with Julia at last made Lucius realise just how much he had missed the feel of her soft skin against his; her subtle fragrance a mixture of the perfume she wore and the darker, more sensual scent that was at the core of her, and the curves of her body, so much more alluring than either the skinny, sparse child he had been paired with or the model-perfect women that tended to frequent the clubs he had been drawn back to since Julia had left him.
Julia cried out, her body writhing as she tried to pull away from Lucius’ tongue, the sensation overwhelming her senses, but he wouldn’t release her or give any respite and eventually her begging him to stop overtook the sounds of enjoyment. Knowing his work was done, with regards to that particular form of pleasure at least, Lucius finally let go of her. His mouth once again worked its way up her body, his tongue moving in swirling patterns over her hot damp skin and spiralling around over her belly before moving back up to capture first one stiff nipple, then the other, his fingers joining in teasing and pulling at the hard buds.
Lucius gave a small gasp of joy as Julia’s hand reached out to grasp his hardness, stroking and squeezing, her touch taking him to new levels of arousal. And then his lips were back on hers, his body pressing against her, needing that which only she could provide. Desire reached fever pitch as she slowly guided him, granting him the access he had wanted but had been denied for so long. He thrust hard, his arms wrapping tightly around her, and a long, low groan escaped his lips as he filled her completely. Julia’s arms wrapped around Lucius’ body in response, her nails raking at his back as she rubbed herself against him, her legs wrapping around his as they moved together.
‘Ride me,’ Lucius begged, breaking off kissing Julia for only a moment.
She nodded vigorously, already being rolled over by Lucius so she was on top. In control now, she made the most of it, teasing with her movements as she impaled herself on him, taking him as deep inside her as she could stand. Lucius’ hands reached out to play with her breasts again as she rode him, his cries growing as Julia brought him ever closer to climax. She bent over him and kissed him gently, her nose rubbing against his as she raised her body up and moved her pelvis, that sweet feeling rising inside that she knew she couldn’t keep in check for much longer.
But now Lucius was taking control again, pulling her back down beneath him, his hands forcing hers above her head as he held her down, his breathing heavy as he increased the pace of his thrusting, so close now to coming.
‘You’re mine,’ he growled, his lips brushing over her face, biting gently at her bottom lip before crushing his mouth against hers.
‘Oh gods, yes, always!’ Julia cried as she pushed against Lucius, drawing him into her, her own breathing shallow and rapid, small whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips with every thrust.
And then they were both climaxing, her muscles contracting just a fraction of a second early, squeezing and milking Lucius’ cock as they both cried out, clinging to each other for dear life, their slick bodies caressing each other as they came.
For a long time they stayed locked together, hearts beating hard and fast in perfect rhythm, lips meeting again and again with tender kisses as they rode out the blissful feeling enveloping them both. Julia gazed adoringly at Lucius, enjoying every part of him as she knew he was with her. They were finally back together and nothing was ever going to separate them again.

. . .

‘So it looks like we’ll be moving to the Muggle world, then,’ Lucius said quietly once they had recovered some time later. ‘Because there’s absolutely no way I’m ever letting you go again.’
Julia snuggled happily in his arms. ‘I still can’t believe you’re willing to do that for me.’
‘Why not? I told you there’s no one else for me but you, my love, and I meant that. It doesn’t matter where we are as long as we’re together.’
‘Are you going to be able to live without magic?’ Julia asked doubtfully.
Lucius shrugged. ‘How hard can it be? I mean, Muggles manage it.’
‘Yes . . .’ Julia said still sounding unsure, ‘but they’ve never had magic so don’t know what they’re missing out on. I think it’ll be very frustrating for you, at least at first.’
‘Well, I shall just have to get used to it,’ Lucius replied stoically, ‘because I am not getting into another Ministry pairing.’
‘What happens if they won’t let you give up your wand?’ Julia asked.
‘Why wouldn’t they? Anyway, they can’t stop me, especially if I refuse to re-bond. They’ll have no choice. They can’t go back on that facet of the law, otherwise it proves that they can make exceptions in other areas, too,’ Lucius pointed out.
‘Theoretically they can’t, but you’re part of one of the wizarding world’s most prestigious families. I can’t believe they’d be happy to lose you to the Muggle world, law or no law,’ Julia said.
‘Then they’d better let us get re-married,’ Lucius said gruffly. He kissed her nose, then added more contentedly, ‘At least this last three months is going to be much easier and so much more pleasurable than the last twenty-one.’ He grinned. ‘I don’t even care that Crystal’s trying to bleed me dry anymore. She can do what she wants just as long as she doesn’t come anywhere near me.’
‘Did you punish her for overspending?’ Julia asked archly. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to hear the answer but even now she still couldn’t quite manage to rid herself of the vision of Lucius and Crystal playing his spanking games and she needed to know one way or another whether they had really got that intimate.
Lucius looked surprised. ‘Punish her? Why would I want to punish her?’
Trying to keep her voice light, Julia said, ‘Spending all that money. I’d have thought you’d want to spank her or something. That’s what you usually do, isn’t it?’
Lucius chuckled deeply, and with a salacious look he said with amusement, ‘That wasn’t for overspending.’ He gave a small frown and stroked Julia’s cheek. ‘Julia, I can honestly say I have never had the urge to do anything like that with Crystal. She really isn’t the type of woman I find attractive. My only interest was in making sure the annulment would go through as scheduled. That’s part of the reason I went back to the clubs.’
‘You went to the clubs to spank people?’ Julia asked, sounding sceptical.
‘Hmmm, partly. Certainly, that sort of thing does happen, although that’s pretty tame, actually. What I meant was that those sorts of games have never been a part of my relationship with Crystal.’ He grinned wickedly. ‘Now you, on the other hand . . . .’
Lucius made a grab for Julia but she was too quick for him and scooted out of the bed, pulling on her dressing gown.
Lucius groaned. ‘What on earth is that you’re wearing?’
Julia looked affronted. ‘It’s my dressing gown. Why?’
He got out of bed and moved towards her. ‘Wow, it’s so sexy,’ Lucius said sarcastically, his nose wrinkling as he looked at the cheap floral-patterned gown.
‘There’s nothing wrong with it,’ Julia said defensively. ‘All right, it might not be that sexy, but I wasn’t thinking about that when I bought it.’
‘Obviously. You look like my old grandmother in that,’ he told her disgustedly. ‘It looks like I need to take you shopping again . . . and soon!’
‘I hope you’re not going to be a snob about all my clothes again,’ Julia said. ‘I told you, I haven’t had that much money.’
Lucius shrugged. ‘I know, that’s why I need to take you shopping. You deserve better than this.’ He rubbed the cheap nylon material between his fingers and wrinkled his nose again. ‘What is this fabric?’
Julia pulled away from him. ‘There’s nothing wrong with the robe . . . apart from being cheap.’ She looked at herself in the mirror. ‘And hideous,’ she admitted. ‘I’m going for a bath. I’ll see you shortly.’
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