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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
Standard disclaimer - I own nothing in the Potter Universe and am making no profit from this work of fiction. See Chapt. 1 for all warnings

They thought the worst was over - the magic demands more from them all, then it’s time to relax and get some answers. Warning-Blood

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Tuesday

Rather than embarrass himself or his elf, Lucius had Badger deliver a note directly to the Potions Master and was relieved at the response; in lieu of intercourse, oral sex was fine for both of them - including the ‘swallowing of emissions’ as the man worded it. After a short tour of the first floor adjacent to their bedroom and lunch on the terrace adjoining the former nursery, they had indulged, followed soon after by a nap.

He had awakened before her and sat in a chair by the fire to read. Her cry of pain drew him to her side an hour later. “What can I do to help you?” he asked, kissing her brow.

“Use half your coffers at Gringotts to purchase me a new back,” she groused.

“I’m not entirely sure that is possible - not that I would miss the galleons. Perhaps if I applied more cream?” He offered.

“Yes, please. Could you help me put down some pillows so I’m not entirely on my stomach - it hurts too?” Christina gave him a weak smile.

The pillows were placed for her comfort and the bed linens pulled down to her waist. Lucius began at her shoulders and slowly massaged her entire back. He had just pulled the bedding down further when he saw it.

“We need to call Jonas,” was all he said.

“Why?” She rolled to face him. Then her gaze followed his. The towel beneath her was stained with blood. “Oh crap. What else is this potion going to demand of us?”

“Demand?” The phrasing sounded foreign to him.

“Lucius, the potion is obviously dark magic. At the very least that type of magic demands recompense. I think we both know that. I thought the requirements last night would be all, but apparently not.” She let out a sigh and began gathering the towel around her waist. “Do you know if anyone’s blood was an ingredient of the potion?”

“Yes, Severus and I both put in a few drops,” he informed her, unsure whether to be impressed or worried regarding her knowledge of such things.

“Well then, this must be another demand - for my blood. I need to clean up before seeing anyone, and I suspect he will just send your friend with prescribed potions. Help me to the loo before you go call Jonas,” she requested while sitting up.

Lucius tried to stop her from getting out of bed. “I cannot leave you alone - wait, let me carry you.”

“Just call Nanny - I need her anyway for a few things. Once she is here to keep watch, you can go make your call,” Christina said patiently, hoping her irritation at the uselessness of the male species in dealing with all things related to menses did not shine through.

Lucius had called the elf, repeated the symptoms verbatim - twice - and made sure she was well-tended to before heading to his study to make a Floo call.

He returned to their room, and found the witch dressed and propped up on the bed, gulping a glass of clear liquid. “I hope that is not gin,” he joked.

She emptied the glass and held it out to Nanny for a refill. “Water,” she corrected. “I am dehydrated and trying to stave off a headache. Who is coming to see me?”

“As much as you enjoy flirting with my old friend, Jonas wanted to examine you first,” he teased. He halted her protest of that statement with a raised hand. “Truly, I know that it is completely harmless and appreciate that you get on well with my closest confidant, Christina.”

“Good. Jonas explained how close the two of you are, and even in my potion-induced state I wanted to make the effort,” she smiled and beckoned him to her side.

“Can you make modifications to rooms in the manor?” The non-sequitur was asked when he joined her on the bed.

“Sometimes, much depends on the existence of load-bearing walls and keeping to the original shapes of a few primary rooms. Why? Did you want something added here?” Lucius looked around the room.

“No so much added, but accessed. Nanny and I were talking about the empty room behind the fireplace - the one with the terrace. I thought it might make a nice sitting room for us. I think it is large enough to accommodate all my books and few chairs at least,” she responded.

“I believe that room was originally joined to this one. The Book of Construction and original plans need to be referred to first - those are in my study.” He tried to remember what he had been told years ago about the former nursery.

“Perhaps you can consult those while Jonas examines me,” she suggested.

A knock at the door was promptly answered by the house elf and Jonas entered.

“Already getting into more trouble I see, Miss Thompson. Good afternoon, Lucius,” the healer greeted them both.

“Jonas,” the wizard rose to shake his hand. “I will be in the study when you are done.” He gave the witch a quick kiss and left.

Thirty minutes later, he was still pouring over the book that automatically recorded modifications to the house when Jonas knocked and entered.

“She will be fine, Lucius,” the healer stated before he could inquire. “All of her symptoms are treatable and not unexpected. If I may, I need you to Floo Snape so I can order a few potions.”

Lucius summoned his friend, and went back to the books and plans scattered on his desk, ignoring the medical talk between the two men who were caring for his witch. Severus interrupted him briefly to advise that he was going to bring back a few ingredients. He finally left his desk when the Potions Master returned.

“Explain to me what is happening,” he requested, indicating that they should sit down.

“This morning, your witch expressed concerns that the potion worked better than planned and inquired about preventing pregnancy, which led me to the conclusion that she thought she was fertile once again,” Severus started his explanation.

Lucius turned even paler, knuckles going white as he gripped the arm of the chair. “And was she? Fertile again?” he asked in a controlled voice.

“The Primoris Noctus is made to take care of that for a week. The blood I tested and the intricate examination Jonas conducted both came to the same conclusion - her ovaries have not returned.” The blond wizard visibly relaxed upon hearing this information, but he made no comment. “Currently she is experiencing her cycle for the first time in over half a decade - in full force.” Severus sat back and stretched his legs.

“What do you mean by ‘in full force’?” Lucius asked for clarification.

“Think of Bellatrix at her worst during the full moon.” Both wizards shuddered, remembering the now-dead harridan when in a crazed lunar frenzy.

“I do not remember going through any of this with Narcissa,” Lucius observed.

“It is different with Pureblood witches. They are raised not to discuss or expose wizards to such things. Plus, Bella was the victim of a partly-botched Noctus. I believe it was Flannigan who was their family potioner at the time it was administered.” Severus commented.

“I thought he was a Master.” The blond tried to remember all he had heard of the Black family’s friend.

“He was, but he never mentioned to anyone that he had been scratched by a werewolf - so his blood was slightly tainted. That fact, combined with Rodolphus’ refusal to engage her while she was bleeding, contributed heavily to her madness.” Severus stood up. “I need to get started on the potions Jonas wants Christina to take. Go placate your witch - has she been churlish?” He smirked.

“Thank Hera, no. She has talked to me as if I were a five-year old and used simple phrases. I just thanked the gods and kept an amenable countenance.” Lucius joined him at the door.

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Christina was propped up on the bed with a large pillow that resembled the top half of a chair, facing away from the door and watching as Lucius worked to reveal an arched opening into what would be their new sitting room. She sensed the pheromones rolling off the Potions Master before he made his presence known, having entered the room silently.

“Ah, my best friend with the really good pain potions has arrived,” she announced. The man clothed in black came to stand in front of her and held out his hand. “Is physical contact with another wizard allowed?” Her hand hesitated half way to his.

“Of course. Why would it not be?” he answered a little too quickly. She shrugged noncommittally and he bent to plant a formal kiss on her knuckles.

Lucius joined them and sat beside Christina on the bed. “Is that a concern - having contact with other wizards throughout the week?” He felt the witch shudder and placed his hand on her thigh to sooth.

“Thankfully, it is not,” Severus informed them. He took the familiar and long-comfortable professorial stance in front of them. “No one will be required to earn their red wings to satisfy the potion, just the once-a-day intercourse as before.”

The witch beside him was laughing at some joke he was not privy to. “What does this have to do with flying, Severus?” Lucius was confused by the mention of wings.

“Something that is best explained by your savvy witch in private, my friend.” He exchanged a smirk with the woman in front of him. “Jonas has recommended several potions. You are to stop taking the orange elixir, which Badger has already returned to my stores.” Severus began removing several bottles from the inner pockets of his brewing robes.

He held up a dark blue potion. “This is for the cramping. It is powerful and will possibly make you unsteady on your feet and slightly inebriated - it is twenty percent alcohol. This means no wandering about unescorted. You can take it four times a day.”

Christina leaned forward to snatch the bottle, which he did not release. “Not on an empty stomach,” he admonished her.

“I’ve had two large glasses of milk, a peanut butter sandwich and three dozen chocolate-covered potato chips since Jonas left,” she retorted. The men gave a moue of disgust. “Did you want me to hex you for breathing too heavily?” she snapped.

Severus now felt more at ease, back on the familiar ground of sniping. “Please, take two bottles. They might knock you out, leaving Lucius and me in peace,” he shoved the bottle into her hand and made to pull out another one.

“Ha-bloody-ha, you ass.” She raised the potion to her mouth and downed it all in one go.

A dark yellow cream was handed to Lucius. “Apply this to her back and abdomen as needed for any pain. Administer it no more than four times a day,” he instructed. One final bottle was presented - pink with white flecks - only a quarter full. “This is to lessen the severity the flow. One half bottle each morning. This is a modified dosage that you can take now.” The witch downed this potion too.

“Lucius, while applying the cream you need to gently rub the Invokation mark to maximize the effectiveness of it. And with that, I will clean the lab and depart,” he finished and bowed.

“No, you will not.” Christina corrected him.

“I am not required to be present any longer,” he argued.

“But we would feel better if you stayed for a bit in case she has any reactions to the potions. We should be finished by the time you are done fastidiously cleaning the potions lab - as you are wont to do,” Lucius explained.

“Merlin but you are the most time-consuming friends,” Severus groused, rolling his eyes. “Very well, send an elf to let me know when you are done.” Then he felt it, a light brush against his mind. He knew his old friend was a Legilimens, but not with such a light touch. A quick glance at the two on the bed surprised him - Lucius was not even looking up, but Christina was smirking at him. He wondered what the devil was going on as he left them to attend to the laboratory.

Once they were alone, she turned to Lucius. “Why does he act like he does not enjoy our company? Does he have many friends who keep him busy? A family that does?”

“No, Severus does not have anyone. He has not even spoken of a casual liaison in several years. Other than a few Potions Masters he sees at conferences or when travelling to research, I do not know of any friends. It is just his way of expressing himself. I think it provides a type of protection, like his robes do.” Lucius opened the jar of cream. “Now, back or abdomen first?”

Christina reached back to push away the large cushion and moved to her side. “My stomach first, please. That blue potion seemed to help my back more.” She pushed her trousers down to her thighs and lifted her shirt to tuck into the bottom of her bra.

Lucius was on his knees behind her, a pillow between his thighs and her back for support. This allowed him to have both hands free. His touch was gentle, not wanting to cause any further pain. The first touch of her mark made her jerk. “What?”

“I understand that you are male, and having a raging libido - which I usually appreciate immensely - but I need you to concentrate on healing right now,” she gently told him. “I do adore you for your patience and attentiveness during this ordeal, Lucius.” Her left hand reached behind to rub his back.

“And I adore you for enduring this ordeal with grace, dignity and good humor,” he told her, leaning further down to kiss her. “Well for the most part,” he qualified, and let out an undignified yelp when she pinched his arse. “Tell me, witch, what was Severus referring to earlier about wings?”

“Without getting too descriptive, it refers to a Muggle group - and may only be legend. No one outside of the group knows for sure - rather like that group you were in, hardly anyone leaves alive. This group wears leather jackets or vests that have material fashioned into different shapes on them. The wings are supposed to be the most coveted shapes to attain. Red wings are earned by having sexual relations with a woman while she is menstruating - this includes oral sex.” She finished and watched his reaction. It was not as distressed as expected.

“That is a rather odd thing to do - the cunnilingus, I mean. I have never heard anyone talk of that particular act, but as Severus commented, pureblood witches do not expose wizards to such things.”

“Does that mean that you prefer I not tell you about anything that is going on with my internal plumbing?” She started to get a little miffed.

“I did not say that. It’s just that I have never before been around a woman as much as I have been with you. In regards to you and your internal systems, I much prefer having the basic information and being allowed to ask questions about details,” he said earnestly.

“So you,” she stopped. “But you - no, it is not my place to question.”

“Yes, you know I was married before. No, she did not share much of anything with me,” Lucius sadly admitted.

Christina pulled on his hair and lowered his mouth to her, giving him a nice long kiss. “I will share anything with you but my elimination habits and my true opinion of Astoria.” She smiled.

“I agree with the former, but may have to insist on the latter at some point.” They shared a pointed look and it was possibly because they felt the same about his snobbish daughter-in-law. “I need to walk a bit. My legs are cramping.” He moved to the end of the bed and stood.

“Bananas.”

“Pardon?” he looked at her with confusion.

“Bananas are good for leg cramps. We should have the elves serve fruit salad for breakfast or lunch. And you should drink more water - we have been using a lot of energy and not eating enough as well as dehydrating ourselves what with all the things we get up to,” she explained.

“I have been thirsty as of late, and doing many things I have not done in ages,” he winked as he concluded. Lucius called for a pitcher of water, and requested the elf summon Severus.

“We should offer to feed him for staying,” she suggested as they sipped their water. “Do you know if he eats properly, what with being alone?”

“We need to ask Badger - I don’t know why I never thought to inquire. I do know the elf often takes him a meal in the evening.” Lucius was mad at himself for not thinking of his friend’s welfare. He summoned the elf.

Christina began asking him questions about the wizard’s favorite foods and eating habits - as much as the elf was privy to. A menu was decided upon based on the preferences of all three; light salad, cream of asparagus soup, pot roast with potatoes and carrots, fresh pears with sharp and smoked cheeses, and dessert which the elves had already prepared - chocolate upside down cake with coffee ice cream - at her request.

Badger had just left when the door opened. The tableau that greeted the Potions Master was odd: his friend with one leg on the bed stretching his muscles, the wife lying on the bed with shirt pulled up and trousers pulled down showing her knickers to all and sundry. He crossed his arms and bit his cheek so as not to laugh.

“It is not the sight of your lovely knickers I object to madam, but the putrid shade of pink that colors them,” Severus announced to the room in general while leaning against the door frame.

Christina let out a bark of laughter and summoned a quilt to cover herself. Lucius hurried to assist her with redressing under the cover, only to trip once and pull the trousers a bit hard, eliciting a grunt from her.

“Do you require assistance in the bedroom, old friend?” Severus offered, smirking.

The witch, now clothed and uncovered, answered first. “Sorry, you are too late. I’ve already been tended to today. Maybe tomorrow - are you free?”

“You jest now - be glad we are no longer Death Eaters.” The dark man stated.

“Severus!” Lucius admonished him.

“Surely you noticed a penchant for rare steak after receiving the mark.” His dark eyes were locked on the woman still on the bed.

“What has that to do with you propositioning my witch?” He spat out.

“Lucius, help me up,” she said softly. Her arms locked around his neck as he helped her stand. One finger brushed over his mark. “I did the propositioning, and was only kidding. Severus is only alluding to the types of activities you might be getting up to if that monster had lived. Now, walk me to the loo.”

She returned from the bathroom, finding only Severus present. At her arched eyebrow, he related that the other man had gone to the cellars for several bottles of his favorite cabernet. He then directed her to get on the bed so he could check for problems.

It was not the first time she heard it that day - his deep sniff in her direction as he leaned over her. It was going to be the last without comment. “You have earned your red wings, haven’t you?” His wand movement stopped and he had to restart the spell.

“Again I tell you, truth serum,” he informed her, continuing his examination of the diagnostic spells.

“Oh, that seems a shame - to adulterate a perfect vintage of wine like that. Anyway, I already suspect the answer. You’ve only been savoring my scent since you arrived this afternoon. Personally, I do not care, but Lucius will have a hissy fit if he catches you. Just be discreet. How long have you had these vampiric proclivities?”

“Madam, I do not believe this an appropriate conversational topic between the two of us.” The formal, snappy professor made an appearance now.

He helped her to stand and went to move away. Her hands held on to the broad shoulders and she looked directly into his eyes. “You are a good friend of his, which makes you by default a good friend of mine. We want you to be happy and healthy - I know how it is to live alone and have no one to talk to, making meals of odds and ends rather than eating properly when you are busy. I look upon this preference of yours as being no different than one of hair color or body shape. Plus I know a few sources that might help you find companionship with someone who shares your unique quirk. When you want to talk, I am here”

His look of surprise made her laugh again. “How would you know of such things?”

She wiggled her eyebrows. And finally she was able to get back at the Slytherin. Her right index finger tapped the middle of her chest. “Omniscient,” was all she said.

Lucius returned to the bedroom and came across the oddest sight. Severus was bent over holding his stomach guffawing - there was no other word for the paroxysm of laughter the man was indulging in.

“Amusing my friend, are you?” he directed to the smug-faced Christina.

“What can I say? I’m a funny girl,” she smiled. “Did you have enough time to research bloodlust while you were down there?”

Before Severus could compose himself and stop his old friend, Lucius turned toward him and frowned. “You told her?”

“He said nothing, my love. I am beginning to think I’ve been told some fairy tales about the house of Salazar and their cunning,” she taunted.

The Potions Master was composed, and exchanged a look with his friend. They both pulled their wands and pointed them at Christina, who raised her hands. One wand flicked and she floated down onto the bed. The other moved and she was hit with a mild tickling hex.

She lay staring up at the ceiling, giggling uncontrollably. A dark head came into view. “Thou shalt not besmirch the mighty house of Slytherin. Shall we retire to dinner, Lucius?” The head disappeared from her view.

There was a muffled response, and then the sound of the doors to the hallway opening and closing. They were going to leave her here like this! Oh god, she had really upset them both - two of the handful of people she felt a deep kinship with on this earth. Oh goddess what had she done? With that, she began to cry.

Not even two minutes later, Lucius returned only to find his witch sobbing between giggles. He cancelled the hex immediately and went to her.

“Christina,” he called to her as his body encompassed hers. “Whatever is the matter? Are you in pain? Hurt?”

Her head shook. “I’m sorry if I upset you, Lucius - and Severus too. The last thing I want to do is anger either of you after you’ve both been so good to me.”

“Why would we be upset, witch? I thought we were all getting on well and we were just playing a prank that you would appreciate.” He was at a loss.

“I was so afraid you were done with me. I am worn out - my emotions are driving me - and probably you - mad. I hate this. Five years of respite made me forget how bad things can get every four weeks. I’m sorry, Lucius, that you have to be around me.” She tried to push him off.

He held her down and settled his weight on her. “I am not done with you and you are not going anywhere. If this week is the total of bad days we experience for the next hundred and twenty five years, it is a blessing - one which I will happily endure. A few minutes ago, you called me your love - did you realize?” She shook her head indicating negative. “It is a regard I am starting to feel for you, my witch. I am far from done with you.” He leaned down and kissed her then - long and hard, pouring all his emotions into it.

She returned the kiss with equal fervor. They ended the kiss and she reached down to pinch is arse. “I can’t catch my breath,” she whispered.

He helped her sit up and awkwardly pulled his wand from his right sleeve to clean her face and sooth her eyes.

“That is not where you usually keep it,” she guessed.

“No. For some reason, it irritates my left arm now.” Lucius cast a final spell and tossed the wand onto the nightstand.

“Is that only since the mark disappeared?” She wondered aloud.

He thought for a few moments and realized she was correct. “Yes. Why?”

“It’s just that after my injuries, I had to get a new wand - the old one Kingsley lent me did not respond to my commands. In fact, it often moved away when I reached for it. Perhaps a trip to Garrick’s shop is in order. I hear he is training a nephew to take over,” she offered.

“Possibly you are right. That is not my original wand. Now, shall we join our friend and dine? The elves are particularly proud of some new desert they made.” Lucius helped her up and escorted her to the door.

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Dinner had been wonderful. All three felt like stuffed sausages. They retired to the study, Severus seated sideways on the sofa with his legs stretched out. Lucius had moved the fainting couch opposite the sofa, where he and Christine had settled down, she in front.

Hickory and Holly came in and greeted them all, then settled on either side of their master on the rug. Dot had decided that the fainting couch was too crowded, and that Severus was the best pillow available. She was currently stretched out with her back fitting into the valley between his two legs as he gently smoothed the hair on her tummy.

The men had brandy and Cohibas, the woman a Muggle soft drink and a small vanilla cigar.

“Do you have a familiar, Severus?” she asking while watching him cater to hers.

“No. Sometimes I am busy for the entire day with potions. I have an owl - but he seems to have gone feral the last time I let him out to hunt. That was about six months ago,” the man mused.

“Do owls do that often?” she turned to the wizard behind her.

“Not that I know of. Do you need another, Severus? I think we just had some nestlings mature last month,” Lucius offered.

“Or he could go with us to Diagon Alley shopping,” she offered.

Severus chuckled. “He cannot go there, my dear,” was whispered in her ear.

“Why not? Wait - “ she stopped herself and eyed the man. “No one knows you survived!” she finally exclaimed.

Severus placed his cigar in his mouth and touched his finger to his nose, then pointed it at her.

“Your Head Master portrait - was one done?” she asked.

“It is not very accurate. Lucius said it looks more like a younger fraternal cousin than me.” He finished his brandy and carefully stretched to place the glass on the coffee table between them.

“You’ve seen it?” she sat up to put out her cigar while asking her wizard.

“I helped with some of the reconstruction in the dungeons as service to the Ministry. On a break, I went up to consult Head Master Black’s portrait on some spells for the dormitories and saw it,” Lucius explained quietly.

“And no one has noticed this? Or the fact that it is not animate?” Christina looked at them both shake their heads. “Well, it figures - those dolts at the Ministry wouldn’t know of a nettle in their ass even if they sat on it.” She stood up. “I will be right back.” She slowly made her way to the washroom.

Severus and Lucius were standing at the desk in front of the pensieve when she returned. The latter beckoned her over. “While you are up, come join us. I want you to see something.”

Both men had shed their jackets, and Severus opened his cuff. He watched her face as he rolled the sleeve up.

“I take it you have pinpointed the time it disappeared,” Christina stated while studying the bare skin. He nodded once in response. “Well, what am I looking for?”

“Watch your right hand, my dear. Then look at the area here,” Lucius indicated the opening below the cuff on his own shirt. “You can just see the edge of the mark before it is gone. Did you want us to go in with you?”

“No. If you could get a hot pack to put on my back, I will need it in a few minutes.” With that, she bent into the liquid to watch the scene.

Christina sat in the middle of the sofa, a hot pack wedged between the cushion and her lower back, stunned. Lucius was to her left, Severus to her right. She had felt faint upon exiting the pensieve and they had helped her to the sofa.

Finally she spoke. “I would apologize, Severus, but somehow I am not sorry that it happened.”

“Nor am I,” he concurred. “Well, only for the circumstances we all found ourselves in. I do not believe Jonas had any idea about the blood content in the Noctus potion, the effect of it on an Invoked pair or the sex magic that might be involved - none of us did.”

“You mentioned something earlier about if you and Lucius were still Death Eaters - I should have realized then it was gone.” At the look of guilty that passed over the Potions Master’s face, she asked, “And was there another meaning there?”

“If we had both had the Dark Mark when we added blood to the potion, the bloodlust would have been strong and would have driven us both to bond with you - at least in my opinion. It would have been…” he trailed off.

“Bacchanalia in August,” Christina finished. Both men nodded. “But you don’t feel that way about me, Severus. And you don’t have an Invokation mark - do you?”

He took off his boot, removed his sock and revealed his right ankle to her. There was a small black cauldron right above the bone. “Oh shit,” she commented. “Lucius, have you touched it yet?” He nodded. “And what did you feel?” She turned back to Severus.

“Friendship, trust, loyalty - felt like a bloody Hufflepuff!”

Her hand reached out and the thumb rubbed over the small tattoo. “And now?”

He closed his eyes to concentrate. “Respect, protectiveness, trust.” He recovered his foot when she moved away. He would never tell either of his envy towards Lucius nor his regard for the witch.

The rest of the evening was spent playing double twelve dominoes, with drinks and cigars, along with another bowl of chocolate cake for the witch. When Severus departed, the couple quietly retired, falling asleep as soon as they lay down.

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And so ends day one, post-potion. What a demanding potion it is. Very specific too. Two chapters covering one day of events. At least things can move forward now.

If you have never had chocolate upside-down cake, you MUST Google it and make some. It is the most delicious thing on the planet - my granny used to make it in the late sixties and it was ‘da bomb! While still warm, with coffee or Belgian chocolate ice cream on top - well, it is *almost* better than sex with Lucius!

The fainting couch in the master study:

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