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Lucius Malfoy And The Marriage Matching Law	By : ozarkmoon Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Invoking
- 2-Meeting
- 3-Greeting
- 4-Canoodling
- 5-Morning
- 6-Discovering
- 7-Plotting
- 8-Answering
- 9-Hurting
- 10-Healing
- 11-Persuading
- 12-Exacting
- 13-Willing
- 14-Tiring
- 15-Shopping
- 16-Carousing
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CHAPTER 10 - HEALING

Standard disclaimer - I do not own anything in the Potter Universe. I am making no money from this work of fiction.

A bit o’drama, a small warning for non-descriptive medical procedure and a bit of semi-voyeurism, and two old friends share a drink

Lucius stood in the hallway clenching his fists, fighting the urge to hunt down and Avada the Muggle healers in the Colonies. The family healer, Jonas Stanley, asked several questions he had not thought to and found the problem quickly. Now Jonas was trying to determine the course of action that would have the best outcome with the least stress on Christina.

“You said you have a Potions Master at your disposal?” Jonas asked.

“Yes, he is in the lab downstairs now.”

“Good. I need to speak to him right away.” The healer turned to leave.

“First, you need to make an Unbreakable Vow.” Lucius grasped the man’s arm.

“What on earth for?” Jonas asked as his brow wrinkled.

“The Potions Master is Severus Snape.”

“Thanks be to Hygieia. He is the one son-of-a-bitch that can do what needs to be done.”

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As the cauldron bubbled, Severus added the last ingredient and stirred the final potion ordered by the healer. He turned to study the man slumped on a stool - a man who had not been this despondent three years ago when his wife was dying. After working all evening to meet the healer’s demands, it was time to find out what the hell was going on.

“Who is Jonas taking care of?”

“The woman I have been matched to by the Ministry under the Matrimonium Compositus. Her name is Christina Thompson.”

“What happened to her?”

“She was shot -“ Lucius started to explain.

“Today!?” Severus interrupted.

“No. She was shot several years ago, but those damned Muggles botched things terribly. It was one of those projectiles you told me about once - the ones that open like flower petals when they enter the body. The damage was extensive; many of her reproductive organs were removed and the scarring internally was not addressed.”

“That explains the need for Draught of the Living Dead. He performed surgery,” Severus said quietly. “Why am I just hearing of your impending marriage now, old friend?”

“It has been less than a week since we first met. Draco and Astoria were only told yesterday,” Lucius explained.

That damned eyebrow raised as his friend smirked at him. “Not even seven days, and you already found out that intercourse was not possible?”

Before Lucius could explain, Dropper appeared between the two men. “Mistress is waking,” he announced.

He slid off the stool and held his hand out to the creature. “I will return, Severus. Take me.” The two figures disappeared from the lab and the Potions Master returned to his cauldron.

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“She did well,” Jonas assured him. “There were no complications and all the internal scar tissue was removed.” The two men stood at the foot of the bed and watched the pale witch sleep.

“Thank you, Jonas. We will not forget your service,” he said.

“Of course, my boy. I could not help but notice her mark. You have Invoked?” the healer inquired. Lucius nodded his head. “Miss Thompson’s has healed. May I check yours?”

He turned away and removed his shirt. The man examined the eagle on this left shoulder blade. “Astounding,” he pronounced.

Lucius turned back to face him. He could not resist shocking the unflappable Jonas. “Yes, but this is astonishing.” He held his left forearm out.

“What am I looking at here?” the healer asked, and he bent over to look closely.

“Bare skin.”

“And why is the bare skin on your arm astonishing, Lucius?” The man straightened and frowned at him.

“Because his Dark Mark is gone,” a quiet voice answered from the bed. “Honestly, Lucius. I leave you to your own devices for a few hours and here you are, parading around shirtless. Whatever shall I do with you?” Christina teased.

He pulled his shirt on and crouched next to the bed. “I think that you shall marry me and train me like a Crupp.” His right hand grasped hers and lifted it to his lips.

She started to laugh, then stilled and let out a small moan. “That proposal was Thestral dung - you don’t even have a ring.” Her eyes closed and she winced.

Jonas tapped his shoulder and motioned for him to move to the other side of the bed. He climbed in next to her, holding her left hand in his and caressing her brow with his right one. They watched the healer’s wand flash through several spells. “Excellent. It is almost time for the Primoris Noctus. I will wait in the hall.” He turned and opened the door. “Severus, just in time. We will wait here for a few minutes.” He nodded to Lucius and shut the door.

“The Prima what?” her head turned to Lucius as she asked.

“It translates as ‘first night’ - a potion developed for virgin brides centuries ago. Jonas feels it has the best combination of ingredients to heal you completely. We need to add one more ingredient and it will be ready.”

“Who is ‘we’ and what ingredient? Blood of a virgin?” Christina asked.

“My semen.” He could feel the blush rise on his cheeks.

Her bark of laughter irked him. She saw this and squeezed his hand. “I’m so sorry, Lucius. It is not too late to protest the match.”

He realized she did not fully understand the significance of their Invokation marks, but now was not the time for explanations. “I would prefer not to break in another witch. Plus, I am rather fond of the way you suck my cock,” he quipped. “Now, tell me a detailed fantasy so that I might go ejaculate into a cauldron and finish the potion.”

She began without preamble. “You find me at your desk with all your papers in disarray. You admonish me as you approach the desk and instruct me to bend over. You stand at my side and raise my short skirt. I am not wearing knickers and you lean over to bite my left cheek. As soon as you straighten, your right hand begins to spank me. My body starts to squirm after ten swats. You tell me to stand up, raise my skirt and spread my legs. Your left hand spanks my pussy as the right one spanks my ass. Another ten swats in tandem. The fingers of your left hand are now wet and you begin to pinch my clit, twisting it as your right hand moves down to finger fuck me.”

Lucius planted a quick kiss on her brow. “I will return,” was all he said before he disappeared from the bed.

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Jonas had administered extra pain potions, and left them to finish. Christina was supine in the middle of the bed, wearing a sleep shirt for modesty. Her pelvis was tilted up, resting on a wedge-shaped cushion with a towel covering her from waist to knees.

Lucius and Severus entered and she eyed them both. “Oh goody, more witnesses to my indignity. Welcome.” They exchanged a look and the dark-haired one mouthed ‘pain potions’ to the other.

“And such lovely potions they are, too. Did you make them?” her focus shifted to the man dressed in black.

He stepped to the side of the bed and leaned over. “Severus Snape, Potions Master, at your service. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, even under such circumstances.” He held his hand out to her.

“Thank you for doing this, Master Snape” she said. Her hand squeezed down hard on his.

“Please, call me Severus. You are most welcome.” He inclined his head towards her.

Her attention turned to Lucius. “You are uncharacteristically quiet. Why?”

He stood at the foot of the bed and raised the bottle of dark red potion. “I have to administer this to you slowly and Severus needs to watch for any adverse reactions,” he answered.

Noticing his slight blush, Christina turned to the man at her side. “And what else?” she asked suspiciously.

“The potion has to be administered vaginally by Lucius until it is entirely absorbed. Then he must bring you to orgasm with his fingers. This will only work if the Potions Master who brewed it is present,” he calmly explained.

She closed her eyes and laughed for a full minute. “Were all of your predecessors deviant degenerates, Severus?”

“Yes. We potioners are a kinky lot,” he responded. “Now, where shall I stand? I will use a modified Silencing Charm and turn to the wall.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” she corrected him. “We shall all be embarrassingly uncomfortable together right here.” Her right hand patted the bed next to her hip.

Lucius took in his friend’s look of shock and chuckled. “You heard the witch. We will both join her.” He climbed up to settled at the edge of the cushion.

Severus sat at the very edge of the bed until Christina admonished him to move closer and hold her hand. Giving it up as inevitable, he stood and removed his brewing coat before sitting next to her hip and taking her right hand in his.

Her body gave a small spasm when Lucius placed his potion-soaked finger at her entrance and started rubbing the liquid in.

“Is there any pain?” Severus asked quietly.

“No. I was not paying attention and it surprised me.”

“Your witch does not pay attention to you in bed, Lucius?” he teased.

Christina laughed at his expression. “Oh, I think I pay him a lot of attention. Has he told you all about me, then?” she asked Severus.

“No. I only learned of you and your upcoming nuptials this evening.”

“Well, the sneaky bastard failed to mention that the Potions Master he was allowed to discuss our relations with was his close friend. You will enjoy all the sordid details at some point, I’m certain.”

Lucius looked her directly in the eye and poked his chest with his free hand. “Slytherin,” he informed her.

She turned to Severus to comment, and he repeated those actions.

“So here I am, drugged and half-nude in a bed with two members of Salazar’s house. I wonder how many witches have been in the same position…” she trailed off and her eyes closed.

“Pain?” Severus squeezed her hand.

“No, quite the opposite in fact,” she smiled at Lucius. “I will tell you if there is any pain.” She squeezed his hand in return. “So tell me, Severus. Just how much of a ‘kinky lot’ are these potion-brewing friends of yours?”

Deciding to entertain the witch, he told her some of what he knew. “It runs the gamut from minor kinks and mild fetishes to hard core BDSM with whips and chains. Lastly, there are those who live like monks, using their own blood for concoctions requiring virgin’s blood.”

“And you? Do you frequent the confessional or the leather clubs?” she teased.

“You will need to administer Veritaserum to learn of my exploits, or lack thereof, madam.”

“Well, don’t forget to check your beverages here at the manor, now that you have thrown down that gauntlet, sir,” she smiled in spite of the threat.

Severus let out a bark of laughter. “I would expect no less from you, witch.”

“When you are done flirting with my woman, I am almost done here,” Lucius interrupted their banter, feeling rather jealous and ignored.

“Take the bottle and let the last of the potion drip along your finger. Then place it inside as deep as you comfortably can. We will then wait ten minutes, and you can continue,” the Potions Master instructed.

Lucius finished, and stood up. He took a few steps to relieve the muscle cramps in his calves. Seeing this, Christina took the opportunity to urge Severus to lower his head so she could whisper her request. “I am going to let go of your hand in a minute. If you would cast that charm you mentioned, I would be grateful. One of us will get your attention if there is a problem,” she told him.

“Of course,” he told her. He kissed her cheek just as Lucius turned his attention to the pair on the bed.

“Oi!” he exclaimed, the jealous feelings getting the better of him. “What is this? I thought mine were the only lips you wanted.” He glared at his witch.

“Well, I do enjoy them on my lower lips often, but when they issue forth such caveman-like inanities, then not so much.”

“I could brew you a slow-acting poison, if that helps,” Severus offered.

“Even though I am a dab hand at brewing those, better they find traces of it in your cauldron than mine,” she glibly replied. Her hand gave his one last squeeze and she released it.

Lucius watched as his friend cast a charm without words or wand while the dark-haired head bowed down. In answer to his raised brow, she lifted her left hand to him. “Come here, my wizard. He can no longer hear us. Should any adverse reaction occur, just touch him to get his attention.”

As soon as he was stretched out next to her, she caressed his face. “I adore you, Lucius. You have done more for me in one day than anyone else has done in a decade.” It was the most honest and heart-felt sentiment that had ever been said to him.

He kissed her then, all jealousy forgotten. “And I adore you, Christina. I did this for us both, so that our binding will be complete and strong.”

“Thank the goddess we are almost done. I am exhausted, and you must be too. Healer Stanley said if you rubbed my mark, it would help things along quickly. Tell me a fantasy, Lucius.” She laid back and grasped the top of her pillow with both hands.

His left hand moved to her inner thigh, and he began to lightly rub the small peacock here. “I want to continue your earlier fantasy. As I continue to finger fuck you, I summon a rough cloth and command you to hold the lips of your pussy open for me. I move behind you and put the tip of my cock just inside you. I take the rough cloth and begin to abuse that sensitive pearl as my cock is thrust in. Your hands move to brace yourself on the edge of the desk. I continue to abrade that little nub, as evidence of your arousal drips down my bollocks. I fuck you hard and fast, until you scream out your pleasure. My pace does not change until you come again, collapsing onto the desk. Both hands then grasp your hips as I move faster, until my cock begins to explode. That is when I pull out of your tight sheath and come all over your lovely arse.” Just as he finished, his wand released the timing charm he had set.

He kissed her forehead. “Are you ready?” Lucius moved to kneel against the cushion once again.

“So ready, my love. Make me come.” Her eyes locked onto his.

The finger still sticky with potion residue easily slid inside. It quickly found the swollen rough spot on the front wall and rubbed the center of it. His other hand moved to pluck at her clit. It took all of two minutes for her body to begin writhing on the bed, her eyes closed in ecstasy. She stilled and Lucius recognized how close she was. He pinched the little nub hard and rubbed more firmly inside.

Her scream of completion was accompanied by a wave of magical sexual energy so strong that it caused both men to ejaculate. Lucius vaguely heard his friend mutter a stream of curses that matched his own. He looked down on the bed and saw that Christina had fainted. No one had noticed the split second when her hand had grazed against the Potions Master’s leg.

Each wizard discretely cast a cleansing charm on their pants. Lucius moved off the bed and walked over to place his hand on the other man’s shoulder.

“It is done, but she has fainted,” he informed the Potions Master.

“That is to be expected with such a release of energy, but let me check her to be certain.” Severus stood up and turned to cast several spells on the sleeping body. “She is fine. Let her sleep as long as possible. If she needs anything for pain, I have left several doses - but make sure she eats before taking them. Now, old friend, I want a double scotch and a cigar.”

“I agree. Why don’t we use the small parlor across the hallway. We will be able to hear if she is in distress.” Lucius led his friend into the room and summoned an elf to bring food and drink.

Severus sat and pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket. “Set a charm for fifty seven minutes.”

“Why?” Lucius asked.

“Because you have to make her orgasm again in an hour. You can use your mouth this time.”

His hands raked across his face. “Gods, this whole ordeal is enough to put me off sex.”

“No, it is not. You have a lovely witch with a quick wit who adores you and apparently tolerates me because I can provide poisons and amusement. When this is done, you will happily rut like hippogriffs - probably on every horizontal and vertical surface throughout the manor, terrifying the elves as you do.” Severus passed the paper over to him.

“You will also need to set a charm for eleven hours and fifty seven minutes. At that time you will have intercourse. Engage in any foreplay you wish, but do not let her reach completion until you are inside of her. After that, have intercourse at the same time each day for a week. That should take care of your normal state upon awaking.” The Potions Master took a sandwich from the tray between them and settled back into his chair.

“I will do those things and whatever else is required. We have Invoked, and my compulsion is to move the world off its axis for her,” Lucius told him.

“Invokation? That has not occurred in centuries.” Severus was in awe, and now a bit envious of his friend. His next thought was uttered without filter. “The only way to do that is through sexual congress.”

“The tome that I have on the invocation of deities only states an exchange of emissions. It does not specify how that is to be done,” he explained.

The discussion turned rather crass as Lucius told his old friend what activities he and Christina had engaged in to seal their union with the blessings of the Ancient Ones along with the shifting of his home’s wards. The two men shared a laugh after the story of the efficacy of the Frictio Nomen cream was told.

When the first timing charm was released, Severus handed his friend a bottle of Muggle lubricant. “It will not interact with any of the potions,” he explained.

Lucius returned in a few minutes. Before any inquiry could occur, he gave a short report. “It is done. She did not show any signs of distress, or even awaken.”

“I shall take my leave then.” The Potions Master stood.

“You are welcome to retire here. We are all magically drained,” Lucius offered.

“No, I left several potions that must be tended to or disposed of.”

“I will compensate for any loss-“ he started to say.

“You will not. Badger was summoned to oversee things. By Salazar’s Creed we take care of our own.” Severus stepped forward to embrace his friend.

“By Salazar’s Creed,” the exhausted wizard repeated.

They parted then, Lucius going back to the bedroom to join his witch, and Severus to access the Floo downstairs.

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Gaia addressed her grandson. “I am most pleased, Zeus. This mortal is devoted to me, and her reward is fitting.”

He knelt before her in recognition of the praise given.

She turned to her impudent great-grandson. “Explain his obsession with her hindquarters.”

Eros blushed and stammered. “I was… sodomizing Psyche when summoned for the task.”

“He shall not harm her,” she decreed.

“As you command, Great Mother,” the boy groveled.

“My blessings upon your houses for your service,” her form faded from view.

Gaia is the mother of all gods and titans - the first Earth Mother.

Zeus is her grandson, child of her daughter. Eros is her great-grandson. Hygieia is the goddess / personification of health and cleanliness.

All potions and magical remedies are creations of my muse’s twisted and kinky mind - I am not owning up to being that perverted.
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