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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
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Potter Universe & am making no money/galleons off this work of fiction

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
- 13
- 14
- 15
14 - TIRING

Standard disclaimer - I still do not own anything in the Potter Universe and no profit is being made from this work of fiction. See Chap 1 for warnings!

By now, our couple is weary of the required component to their coupling, and trying to find ways to keep things fresh. And a dose of Astoria.

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Sunday

For the first time in weeks, Lucius woke up erection-free. A very unusual state for him as of late, and rather disconcerting considering that there were still a few more mornings he was required to perform. Staying face down in bed, he listened for sounds from the woman next to him. It was silent - too silent. Head turned and he looked to her side of the bed only to find it empty. That was odd, she often slept far later than he did.

The distinct sound of heeled shoes came from the sitting room, rousing his curiosity. He got up and put on a light robe, heading to the adjoining room. The sight of Christina put to rest any doubt about his libido. She was wearing an open short robe of dark green. Underneath she wore the cut-out bra and a pair of lace boy shorts, both dark green. On her feet were black heels which made her legs look even more tempting. His presence was finally noticed.

“Oh, good morning, love,” she greeted him. “Did I wake you?” The last stack of books was placed on the shelves and her body leaned against the back of the sofa.

“Good morning. No, you did not wake me,” he answered, making his way over to her. Her arms went around his neck as he leaned in to give her a kiss. “Why are you up so early?”

“Well, we do have brunch with the kids soon. Then I have an early afternoon meeting, followed by dinner with Severus. Lots to do,” she explained.

“Brunch,” he groaned into her neck, “begins when I say it does. Right now, I’m going to bend you over this sofa and have my way with you.”

“Is that so?” she teased. “Not even a kiss? Foreplay?”

“As my lady wishes,” he responded. First he gave her a long, lingering kiss while his hands began teasing her exposed nipples. Then his head lowered to suck each one to a hard peak. Finally, he knelt in front of her and urged her to widen her stance. His fingers reached into the opening in the lace, holding her open as his tongue teased her pearl and one finger worked inside of her wet channel.

“Turn around and bend over,” he instructed as he stood up. She complied willingly, already close to orgasm. The robe was flipped up on her back and he took some time finding the opening in the lace to thrust his cock through, but it was worth the delay. Rough lace surrounded his erection and gave each movement a new feel. He made sure to reach around and rub her clit with the lace, ensuring they both benefited from the garment.

The high heels put Christina at just the right height - his knees were barely bent and he was all the way inside. The pace started out slow, but steadily built as he felt her inner muscles being to twitch. Once again, it was only a few minutes until they were both reaching culmination and shouting.

“I think you should wear this outfit for me every morning,” he finally told her, kissing her neck.

“Then it would not be a surprise,” she countered.

“True. Then you must keep it in mind on special occasions. ” He straightened and stretched.

“I will, but these heels would be too painful to wear often,” she confessed.

“That is the one thing I can help with. Narcissa used to-“ he stopped himself. “No mind, I know a spell that will make them more comfortable.”

Christina turned around and placed a hand on his cheek. “It is no secret that you had a life before me and were married for many years. I do not mind you mentioning her in such benign ways.” He nodded. “Show me the spell,” she urged.

Her wand was on the side table. He grabbed it and pointed it at her feet. The incantation was barely out of his mouth when she began to smile. “That works wonders - now these are as comfortable as well-worn trainers!”

Lucius was shocked at how well the wand had responded to him and began to study it. “What is this wood? I don’t recognize it.”

“Curupay.”

“Curupay?” She nodded. “I didn’t think they used that anymore - not for decades.”

“Ollivander had to go to his basement to find this one for me.”

Now he was truly intrigued. “And the core?”

“Manticore hair,” she answered and waited for his reaction.

“Such a combination is unheard of,” he informed her. “You must be mistaken.”

“Right, because I pay no attention to such things. Really, Lucius, I have the parchment from the original wand maker in the drawer on my side of the bed. I studied these things extensively with Garrick for several weeks after he matched me with this wand. After seeing how well it responds to your magic, it appears we need to visit the store and have him raid his basement again,” she told him.

The wizard carefully returned the wand to the table and hugged his witch. She was truly not like any other woman he had ever met. The hug was returned, before she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the master bath. They shared a quick shower and each retreated to their closets to dress.

Lucius donned a dark brown suit and robe, with matching dark brown leather boots. When he came back to their room, the witch took his breath away. She was dressed in an outfit of copper duponi silk and the black heels. The over robe had a mandarin collar, was belted and opened below the waist to reveal matching pants. Her chestnut hair was pulled away from her face, but fell loose across her shoulders.

“You look quite lovely,” he complimented. His left hand reached out to smooth down the back of the robe, relishing the feel of silk on her body.

“Thank you, dear. And you look quite handsome - did you match my outfit on purpose?” she teased.

“Entirely random, as I rarely wear earthy tones,” he confessed, giving her a quick kiss.

The couple headed to the sun room for tea and waited for the younger ones to arrive. Their first cups of tea were nearly finished when Draco arrived, alone. The young man explained that his wife was running late and would join them later, but had insisted that they not wait for her. The three were well into their first plates when the witch finally arrived.

“Good morning, Lucius. I apologize for arriving late. Some days it just takes a little longer to prepare for the day,” Astoria offered. “Hello,” she said in Christina’s direction before going to the buffet to make her own plate.

It was one of the most awkward brunches Lucius had ever sat through with his son. Every time he or Draco asked Christina a question, Astoria would interrupt with something entirely unrelated to turn the attention back to herself. His poor mate finally gave up and ate in silence, save for the occasional comment on one thing or another that the younger witch said. Thankfully the meal was over quickly and Astoria rose, giving her father-in-law an effusive goodbye, but only nodding at the older witch.

Lucius had no more patience and requested his son stay behind, promising Astoria that her husband would follow quickly behind her. Once she was gone, he vented.

“Draco, you need to reign in that witch of yours. Her manners have suddenly become deplorable and the rudeness exhibited today will not be tolerated under this roof,” he told his son.

“I apologize - to you both,” he included Christina in this. “She was fine this morning and nearly ready on time until I mentioned that there would possibly be four of us for brunch. I have never seen her act like this before.”

“I do not expect her to be my best friend, but there is no reason she and I can’t be civil to each other,” Christina told him. “There are so few witches for me to socialize with. It seems a shame that your wife won’t tolerate my company considering your father and I are to be bonded for life.” Lucius took her hand and kissed it.

Draco latched onto this positive news. “Have you decided on a date yet?”

“It will be this month, but the actually date has not been chosen. This week announcements will go out,” his father answered, surprising him.

“That is rather soon, but you know I support you both whenever you decide,” he smiled at the witch.

“There are many factors we had to take into consideration and having the binding this month is the best for everyone,” Christina told him. “Of course, your father will contact you before the formal announcement is made.”

“For now, we are not making the Invokation public knowledge. The proper authorities are aware of it at the Ministry - including Christina’s best friend, the Minister himself - but no one else is to know for now,” his father told him.

“You know Shacklebolt?” Draco asked.

“Yes, have for many years. We worked together on the continent several times,” Christina confirmed. “Sadly, I cannot tell you any details without permission.” Each wondered what kind information she withheld.

Draco stood. “Perhaps it will be just the three of us next Sunday,” he suggested.

“If that is so, we should go riding,” the witch suggested. “Have you ridden any of the Abraxans?”

“No. Father won’t permit anyone to ride his favorite, the mare is skittish and the other male is too wild,” he stated.

“Oh, we’ve had the animal healer to check them all. Lilith would be fine for you,” the witch teased.

“And who is riding Thunder - you?” Draco teased.

“Yes, me. He promised me a long gallop through the fields when I fitted a saddle on him,” she retorted.

He turned to his father. “She did not put a saddle on that thing.”

“She most certainly did - twice,” Lucius told him. “You will have to see it yourself. If it is only we three next week, we will ride - so dress accordingly.”

He shook hands with his father and gave the witch a kiss on the cheek, making them promise to contact him mid-week with news of a date. While making his way home, his every thought centered on how to get his wife to stay home the following Sunday.

Lucius retired to the library, intent on gathering a few more books on wizard marriage traditions. Christina prepared for her meeting and left just after noon. Severus arrived at the gates just as the witch returned and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

“And how did you find Mr. Weasley of WWW?” he inquired.

“A right jokester, that one is,” she told him, watching him smirk in agreement. “He is an astute business man, though. After I threatened to tell his mother about all the witches he is stringing along, old George agreed not to put spells on any of the games from Shaman, Ltd.”

“Your attempt at blackmail was not very subtle,” Severus commented as they entered the foyer.

“Well, add together this brash American with that Gryffindor,” she replied, “and that is about as subtle as you get. He took it well, either way.”

“True. One does have to consider the audience with such machinations,” he confirmed.

She summoned Dropper and asked after her mate. The two made their way to the library, only to find Lucius napping on the sofa.

“You’ve worn him out with all the shagging,” Severus quietly told her.

She giggled. “Once a day is not ‘all the shagging’. That will come later this week. I suggest you take one of those matured nestlings and Owl before popping in for the next few weeks,” Christina suggested, winking at him.

She walked into the room and leaned over the back of the sofa. Her fingers took a small section of blond hair and began brushing them against his nose. In the blink of an eye, arms reached up and pulled her over the sofa and onto the male body lying on the cushions. A small scream escaped her mouth before she started laughing.

“Thought you could sneak up on me, witch?” Lucius gave her a short kiss.

“Apparently not,” she said. “Now behave, we have company and you need to prepare drinks - it is nearly dinner time.”

The three friends had a quiet dinner, each discussing new business ventures. After finishing their meal, they retired to the master study where Severus checked the witch over. She had finished her course of light pink potion and he did not think she would need it again. There was still plenty of pain potion and cream for her back spasms. He urged the couple to abstain for a day or two after the next morning’s engagement, but voiced his opinion that it was futile to think they would follow instructions. Two rounds of brandy later, the Potions Master departed and the couple retired to read, both falling into the arms of Morpheus quickly.

Monday

Lucius was torn - it was pitiful the happiness he felt at not being required to perform on demand after this morning. At least now he could indulge when the mood struck - if the witch was amenable. He did not think there would be an issue on that front.

It took several minutes to wake the witch and many minutes more to prepare them both for their final act of required intercourse. Each declared a growing affection for their chosen mate and the movements were slow and steady. The culmination came with soft sighs and entwined fingers - no shouting or exhausted pleas this time.

For the first time in a week, they showered separately. Breakfast was served on the patio outside the library with dogs and cats running in the adjacent garden. Lucius thought it was a perfect way to start the work week. Christina was the first to leave for a morning meeting. He had several all afternoon and would not see her until dinner time.

By the end of his last conference, he was glad to have someone at home to greet him. They quietly talked about their days while sipping wine. After dinner, the couple discussed dates and plans for their binding. He shared several reference books to assist them and after settling on the general schedule they sat in front of the fire in the study to relax. That night sleep came quickly.

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The material for Christina’s Sunday outfit: http://www.fabric.com/ProductDetail.aspx?ProductID=d96c887b-037a-4c57-82f9-3ceea0cbe017

Lucius suit: http://wfashionmall.com/products/mens-suits-uk-prom-suits-mens-warehouse-suits-formal-wear-men-1-button-brown-suit-646-wfashionmall/

Damn Astoria - took up more space that I wanted her to. Things have moved along and now we can get down to the business of pre-marriage things and actual fun sex! At least that is what Muse promises…
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