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Accidental Blood Bond	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 45429 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Lucius and Hermione were formally married the next weekend. The entire Weasley clan, along with the newlywed Potters, were in attendance. Severus had left Hagrid in charge at the school and was sitting next to McGonagall. Luna, Ailen and Xenophilius were also among the crowd in the ornately decorated garden, along with all of Ginny's Quidditch mates.

Alyvya was sitting next to Luna, giggling up at Draco whom was next to his father beneath the white arch. As promised, Ginny was Hermione's matron of honor, clad in a dark blue, Muggle-style bridesmaid dress. Remus and Tonks had walked in a bit late, carrying a wailing Teddy whom tried to run towards Molly when he saw her.

Molly gestured for Remus to let Teddy come towards her, and pulled the distressed child up onto her lap, stroking his messy blue hair while he quieted down and sucked on his thumb.

Hermione was positively glowing as she stood across from Lucius as the Ministry official presided over the ceremony. She'd flat out refused to wear dress robes when Molly suggested them, earning a covert wink and a silently mouthed 'thank you' from Ginny whom sighed in relief. Hermione remembered how hot and uncomfortable she'd been at Ginny's wedding and had no wish to revisit that.

When she'd complained about Molly's nagging to Lucius, he'd chuckled but said nothing. The next day, a well-dressed witch along with a younger witch, an apprentice, had come to the manor, and appeared at Hermione' sitting room where she and Ginny were having tea.

Hermione was explaining in great detail how a bellowing and traumatized Draco had come to her room the day after the hen do, bearing the sex toy that had been hidden almost too perfectly. The look on his face was murderous, and he'd used his wand to levitate the glittery box all the way across the manor and to her room, letting it fall unceremoniously to her bed with a soft thump, before storming away, still muttering under his breath.

Ginny laughed so hard that she snorted her tea up into her nose, turning red in the face until Hermione pointed her wand at her, effectively clearing her airway. It was at that point that they looked up to see the older well dressed, yet perplexed looking witch eyeing them with rapt attention.

The witch spoke with an accent and neither of the girls were able to catch her name, yet she'd snapped at Hermione, ushering her up from her chair and to the middle of the room.

She was very succinct as she took Hermione's measurements, rapidly speaking to her assistant whom jotted everything down. In a roundabout way, the elderly witch then walked around Hermione, gathering up her hair in one hand, cupping her face between both hands and firing off more orders to her assistant. Hermione was then dismissed, and Ginny was summoned with a brief snap of her fingers. She'd been given the same abrupt treatment as her best friend. When the elderly witch was done, she dismissed the redhead with a wave of her hand. Without another word, she'd gathered up the hem of her robes and flounced out of the room, the assistant tripping in behind her.

Hermione and Ginny looked at one another, the confusion evident on both of their faces.

A few days later, two heavy garment bags were delivered to the manor. Hermione, whom never got excited about such things, became beside herself. As fast as she was able to, she ran down to the drawing room and sent a Floo call to Ginny.

It was five minutes before her friend appeared, hastily telling Hermione to give her a few minutes. When Ginny finally emerged from the Floo, her red hair was mussed and tangled, her clothing looking as if she'd put them on in a rush.

Hermione noted the flushed look on her face and cringed, fervently apologizing for interrupting her and Harry's 'afternoon delight' as she'd euphemistically stated. Ginny merely smirked, smoothing down her skirt and finger combing the tangles out of her hair, before dashing up to Hermione's room.

The two now stood beneath the large gazebo, both wearing custom designed dresses. Ginny still bore the radiance of a newlywed, wearing a cerulean blue gown that fitted her form perfectly. Harry was having trouble focusing on the ceremony, as his green eyes kept going to his beautiful wife.

Hermione, on the other hand, was positively ethereal in her wedding dress. She looked like some sort of enchanted goddess clad in her silk, ivory wedding gown. The cut of the dress left her shoulders bare, the wispy material clinging just so to her slightly more ample breasts, skimming down over her baby bump. Her hair was hanging in loose, thick curls, and she'd worn them softly cascading down her back. Ginny had pinned a few away from her face, tucking a starburst lily into place.

When everything was said and done, the newest Malfoys were introduced to the small group of guests. Cheers and loud whooping ensued, the loudest coming from Ginny's friends.

Hermione's new last name had prompted a round of jokes from the Weasley twins. Angelina had come with Fred, merely as friends, bringing along one of her mates for George. When the two red headed miscreants refused to back down with the Slytherin jokes, telling Hermione that she was now half lion, half snake, and what sort of animal did that make her, Angelina had promptly cuffed both wizards around the ear.

"You two are utterly horrid!" Hermione shrieked with laughter, her face growing red. "Ginny! Tell your brothers to leave me alone."

"Piss off you two," Ginny shot back, using one finger to gesture towards her wand that had been stuck in the bodice of her dress. "Don't make me use this."

"Oi, Mrs. Potter, we're not scared of you," Fred cheekily told his sister.

"Speak for yourself, mate," George replied, pretending to hide behind his twin. "Ginny there throws a nasty hex; this new suit is rather fetching on me, and I would like it to remain so."

'Oh, for goodness sake!" Molly's voice cut through the cacophony. "Are my sons bothering you again?" she asked Hermione, moving in for a hug.

Hermione looked over at Fred and George, both of whom now wore angelic expressions on their faces. "No, they're behaving like perfect gentleman," she answered with a crooked smile.

Mrs. Weasley gave a hearty scoff, shooting a dismissive glance towards her progeny. "As if I believe that rubbish. Are you feeling all right, dear?"

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I am," Hermione replied.

"Yes? Everything all right with the little one?"

"Besides kicking me in the back at all hours of the night?" she offered, rubbing one hand over her belly. "I have no complaints."

Molly gave Hermione another smile, warmly patting her on the cheek before stepping aside for Arthur. He gave Hermione one of his awkward yet paternal hugs, releasing her after a moment. She'd just turned back around to talk to Ginny, when Draco and Alyvya walked over.

"There's my new step-mummy!" he called raucously, making Hermione swat him on the arm.

"Oh goodness, not you too!" Hermione groaned. "You're just as bad as this lot; what with their Slytherin jokes and all."

"Well, surely you don't think my little brother or sister is going to be sorted into Gryffindor-no offense," he added as afterthought, as the whole group of former Gryffindors turned to give him the eye.

"There is a possibility that it could happen," Hermione balefully replied.

"Not bloody likely," Draco laughed. "Don't worry, I'm sure the kid will have your penchant for reading and all, but they will definitely get sorted into Slytherin."

"Oh, shut up Draco," she snapped, unable to keep herself from laughing. "I'm not going to let you aggravate me at my own wedding. Where's your father?"

"Most likely with-"

"Severus," Hermione interjected, seeing the pale blond wizard next to the raven haired one across the lawn. Giving him and the twins a most undignified scowl, she lifted up her skirts and walked over to her husband.

"Hello, love," Lucius greeted Hermione, planting a small kiss on her cheek. "Why do you look wound up?"

"Because your son as well as the fiery headed, speckled faced double duo over there have an unending supply of Gryffindor and Slytherin jokes. For goodness sake, can I have the child first before he or she get placed into a house?"

"Well, there's no question as to where the little one will be sorted; Slytherin of course," Lucius replied with ease, idly running his hand across Hermione's bare shoulders before resuming his conversation with Severus.

Lucius was oblivious to the dirty look that he was receiving from his wife, yet Severus noticed it instantly.

"Madam Malfoy, why do you look as if you want to hex your spouse? It hasn't even been an hour that you two are married."

"Oh, I'm merely contemplating the best way to cut those pretty, blond strands that he's so fond of," Hermione replied in a syrupy sweet voice. Severus grinned crookedly at the little witch, before looking back at his friend.

"Now why would you say a thing like that, love?" Lucius asked Hermione, one pale eyebrow arched.

Hermione gave a quiet harrumph, lightly tugging on his beribboned queue before turning away to continue making her rounds among her friends.

**

Once the over-the-top wedding cake had been cut and served, Champagne continued to flow gratuitously throughout the garden. Everyone was clamoring to dance with Hermione, until she finally begged off after dancing with Harry for a couple of minutes.

"My feet are killing me," she groaned, only for him to take hold of her arm and lead her away to a bench.

"I know; I could tell by the look on your face," he grinned, sitting down next to her.

"Hermione..." Harry's voice suddenly trailed off, his head craned over his shoulder. "Are those...peacocks?"

"What?" she asked, turning to see what Harry was looking at, then breaking out into laughter. "Yes, they're Lucius'. I keep forgetting about them; they rarely come out from the back of the manor."

"Why the hell does Mister Malfoy have peacocks in his garden?"

"Honestly Harry, are you that surprised? Anyway, they were here before I was. Luna likes them; she came down to pet them during Ginny's hen party." They both looked towards the crowd of dancers, Luna and Ailen glued to one another in a corner and swaying in unison.

Harry furrowed one brow in confusion, but continued nodding his head.

"Don't ask," Hermione told him, watching as Harry still nodded in agreement. Just then Ron came over, a plate full of food balanced in one hand, the other steadily shoving forkfuls into his mouth.

"You know," he said around a mouthful of pie as he sat down on the other side of Hermione, "I hate to admit it, but this spread is bloody amazing. Don't tell Mum I said so."

Harry was watching the redhead with rapt amusement, while Hermione was trying to figure out how he was taking in a large amount of food within a small frame of time, while barely taking in air.

"Slow down, Ronald, before you choke," she chastised. "And try breathing in between bites."

Ron stopped chewing, looking up with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Whzzh?" he mumbled, resuming his meal.

Harry and Hermione both starting snickering, knowing that saying anything else would be futile.

"Well, I do believe this is the first time I've seen you three together, sitting quietly without getting into some sort of mischief!" said McGonagall's voice. Looking up, they saw the elderly tartan-clad professor peering down at them, an amused smile on her face.

"Well...some things have still remain unchanged," Harry added, shooting a glance at Ron, whom was still shoveling in food as if he was afraid his plate was going to suddenly sprout legs and run away.

"Mister Weasley, whenever you decide to tie the knot just as your two friends have done, I believe it to be more prudent if I send an engraved trough instead of heirloom dishes as a gift," McGonagall commented, her eyes focused on the overflowing plate balanced on his knee.

Ron was intently focused on the remains of his steak when McGonagall's comment registered. "Not me," he replied after swallowing a large mouthful. "I won't be taking on the old ball and chain anytime soon. No offense," he said to his friends as an afterthought.

"Sure you won't," Hermione smugly told him, a crooked grin on her lips.

McGonagall gave a exasperated sigh, shaking her head and bending to hug Hermione goodnight, stating that she was returning to the school.

"I don't know who Ron thinks he's fooling," Harry said with a laugh. "There's a witch that works at the Ministry that has her eyes set on him."

"If you're talking about Lydia," Ron added, perusing over his plate again, "Unless her telling me to, and I quote 'get out her way before she levitates me herself,' constitutes as having her eyes on me, then you're mistaken."

Hermione covered her mouth, trying to hold back a fit of giggles. "Did she really tell you that?"

Harry was chuckling unabashedly, nodding his head at Hermione.

"What did you do to put that girl into a strop?" she asked pointedly, glaring at Ron although her eyes held contained amusement.

"Me?!" he shot back defensively, never losing stride in forking more food into his mouth, even as he stared back at Hermione. "I didn't do anything! You know how you ruddy women are; we say good morning and get our heads bitten off."

Harry began inching his way to the other end of the seat, knowing that Ron was about to incur Hermione's wrath with his insensitive words.

"You are such a prat," she scoffed, reaching over to cuff him round the head. "I hope you marry a woman that can't cook, forcing you to do so."

"Please, he'd just slide on over to Molly's," Harry replied, ignoring the scowl Ron threw the both of them.

"I suppose you're right; of course she wouldn't let her child starve," Hermione sighed. "Whenever you're done, Ronald, you still owe me a dance. I think my feet can handle another few minutes."

Ronald nodded his head emphatically, his jaw still moving at nearly the same pace.

**

A few hours later, Hermione was slumped over in her chair on the bridal dais, seriously contemplating stealing some kip right there at the table.

"No sleeping at your own wedding, Madam Malfoy," she heard Lucius drawl next to her.

Looking up at her smirking husband, Hermione broke into a wide grin. "I won't lie; I'm completely knackered," she said, resting her head on Lucius' shoulder when he sat next her. "Oh damn, I hope I didn't get any makeup on your dress robes," she continued, moving her head and eyeing the pristine, white heavy brocade.

Lucius waved a dismissive hand, planting a kiss on Hermione's forehead. "I'll have Ginevra come; she'll help you out of your dress."

"These shoes as well," Hermione gestured to her aching feet. "That would be lovely."

Right on time, Ginny came scampering over to the table. "Blimey, Hermione. You look as if you could crawl underneath your bed right now."

"I feel like it. I'm ready to change out of this dress."

"I figured as much," Ginny replied, turning around and furtively peeking around the area. "I thought I'd need to try to duck Mum all evening; but she's had more Champagne than she usually drinks. Last I saw Dad was holding her wand and shoes, while she was dancing with Bill and Fleur."

Lucius lowered his head, obviously trying to conceal a smile. "It's all right, Mister Malfoy," Ginny told him, laughing herself. "Thank you for inviting us all. Dad and my brothers had their doubts, but they've all admitted to having a nice time. Mum especially."

The three then looked back towards the redhead matriarch, whom was flushed in the face and grinning madly, until Arthur, still holding her shoes and wand, began gently urging her towards a seat.

"Arthur Weasley, I will not sit down!" she haughtily told her husband. "I'm trying to dance with my son and daughter-in-law!"

"Wow, I rarely hear Mum's voice get that high. She must be really pissed," Ginny mused, turning back to Hermione. "All right, love. Let's go in the house and get you sorted."

Hermione stood up, looping her arm around Ginny's as they made their way off the dais. "Oi, Luna! Get your arse over here," Ginny bellowed out across the tent. "Ailen, we'll bring her back in a minute. We're going to help Hermione."

The dark haired wizard grinned back at the witches, pecking Luna on the lips before she bounded over to them. "What are we doing?" she asked, holding onto Hermione's other arm.

"We have to help her change so she can go on her honeymoon," Ginny explained.

"Oh, that's nice," Luna lightly replied as they made their way up to the house. "Where are you two going for your honeymoon?"

"I haven't the faintest idea," Hermione answered honestly. "Lucius won't tell me, and he keeps giving me that 'Malfoy glare' whenever I try to ask."

"Can't you just go along with the surprise?" Ginny asked as they crossed the threshold.

Hermione whipped her head around to look at her friend, her amber eyes wide. "You know where I'm going, don't you?" she asked in an accusing tone. "Where is Lucius taking me?"

"Oh, Hermione," Ginny loftily replied, letting go of Hermione and dashing up the staircase.

"Ginevra Potter, you tell me where my husband is taking me!"

"No, Mummy Hermione Malfoy! You will just have to grit your teeth and bear it, because I am not ruining the surprise."

"All right, damn you," Hermione grumbled as they stepped into her bedroom.

"Thank you so much for cooperating," Ginny said, waving her wand about to turn on the lights. "Now, turn around so we can get this dress off. Luna, do me a favor please? Go into Hermione's closet, it's right there, and look for a grey garment bag."

The blonde witch looked to see where Ginny was pointing and nodded her head, the wisps of her yellow chiffon dress fluttering about as she floated over to the closet. Coming back with the garment bag in hand, she laid it on the bed as directed by Ginny.

"I wondered what that thing was," Hermione said. "I tried opening it, but apparently my husband had it charmed shut."

"Yes; only he or I could open it," Ginny said brusquely, finally working on the last, tiny pearl button in the back of Hermione's dress.

"You two are absolutely cunning," Hermione remarked, raising her arms above her head when Ginny prodded her. She then stood in her undergarments, her brown eyes focusing on something atop of Luna's blonde curls. "Luna, what is that in your hair?"

"Hmm?" she asked, reaching one hand up to gingerly pat the object. "Oh, one of Mister Malfoy's peacocks gave me their feathers. Such lovely creatures." Luna continued, fondly patting the frail looking pale fluff, smiling up at her friends.

"Why must you muck about with those damn birds each time we visit?" Ginny asked, poking the garment bag with her wand and opening it. She pulled out a shimmery, caramel colored satin dress, undoing its buttons and slipping it over Hermione's head.

"Because they're so pretty," Luna answered. "Mister Malfoy doesn't mind, and neither do the peacocks. Why else would they offer me one of their feathers?"

"Luna!" Ginny spat, rolling her eyes at her friend. Walking around to face Hermione to make sure that she was presentable, Ginny walked back over to the closet. "Here," she said, thrusting an unfamiliar pair of shoes at Hermione. "Put these on, and then I'll do up your traveling cloak."

Hermione frowned at the unrecognizable bundle of fabric draped over Ginny's arm. "That's not my traveling cloak," she protested.

"I know that; your husband had a new one made to go with your dress," she replied, impatiently gesturing for her to hurry up with the shoes. "Now come along, don't keep him waiting."

"Does Harry know that you're a scary little bint?"

"Of course does; and he knows how to avoid it. Now turn around, and lift up your hair."

Hermione scoffed rudely but did as she was told, inwardly preening over the rich material of her new cloak. Following in behind Ginny and Luna once they'd left her bedroom, the three went outside, finding Harry, Ailen and a few lingering members of the Weasley family still beneath the tent. Arthur had finally managed to get Molly into a chair, and was standing next to her as she sipped at a goblet of water.

"All right then?" Arthur asked, keeping a hand on his wife's shoulder while looking at Hermione.

"Yes, Mister Weasley, thank you," she replied. Hermione watched as Molly set her goblet down on the table, unsteadily getting up from her chair, while fussing at her husband whom gently suggested that she stay put.

"Oh, Arthur!" she chided, rising to her full height and patting her hair. Molly made her way over to Hermione, attempting to wave Luna and Ginny away, while pulling her into a so-called discreet area. "Now, I know that you don't need to have a mum-daughter chat, seeing as, well," she started in a hushed tone, one hand gently patting Hermione's belly, "But is there anything you'd like to know before your wedding night?"

Hermione felt a bubble of hysterical laughter rising in her throat, and she had to muster up every bit of rationality to tamper it back down. "I think I have it all sorted, Mrs. Weasley, but thank you," she answered with a modicum of seriousness.

All the while she was trying her best to not look at Luna or Ginny, the redhead whom had both hands clamped over her mouth, her body doubled over and shaking as she was less than successful at holding back her raucous laughter. Molly heard her daughter's partially muffled snorts and turned around to look at her, frowning curiously when Ginny stood up and forced a straight face.

"All right, love," Molly said, patting Hermione on the shoulder. "We'll be off then." With another warm pat to Hermione's cheek, the matriarch walked back over to her husband. Ginny wasted no time in releasing the laughter that she'd been struggling to contain for the past few minutes.

"Oh Merlin I cannot believe that Mum tried to give you the sex talk as well!" she chortled, weakly holding onto Luna. "I wouldn't be surprised if you and your husband could share a few things that would make Mum blush!"

"Oh, Ginny!" Hermione snapped, her own face flush with embarrassment. "That was mortifying, to say the least!"

"Well, I thought it was sweet," Luna replied wistfully. "I wouldn't mind it if my mum tried talking to me on my wedding night; it would mean that she was here."

"Oh, Luna, I didn't mean-" Hermione said, brought up short.

"We didn't mean that, Luna," Ginny said at the same time.

"It's all right," Luna soothingly told her friends. "I know you meant well. I still miss Mum, but I always will. Besides, Daddy already talked to me."

Hermione knew that Xenophilius was anything but conventional, and hoped that he hadn't told his daughter some fantastical story, yet found herself scared to ask. Ginny, on the other hand, shared her friend's sentiment yet had no qualms about inquiring further. "What did he tell you, Luna?"

"Daddy told me that whomever I decided to share myself with should be kind and respectful, and to never do anything that I wasn't absolutely sure about."

"That sounds like good advice," Hermione conceded. "But you, actually know, err, the mechanics of things...right?"

"Yes, Hermione," Luna calmly answered. "I've known how sex works since I was nine."

"Good on you, Luna," Ginny replied with a giggle. "So was Ailen nice to you?"

Hermione shot Ginny an incredulous look, surprised that she was boldly alluding to Luna and her beau's intimate activities. She was even more surprised when Luna answered.

"Yes, he was very kind," she said in a serene voice, looking over to where Ailen was standing, deep in conversation with Ron and Harry. "I admit, I was a bit shocked the first time, but Ailen was sweet about it. It was the second time that, well..." her voice trailed off and a faint rosiness appeared in Luna's cheeks, as she bashfully looked down at her feet.

"Ginny was just being a little tart; you didn't have to answer that," Hermione said, rolling her eyes and laughing at Ginny who threw her a smug sneer.

"I don't mind," Luna replied. "Oh, look, here comes Mister Malfoy."

Hermione turned her head, finding her husband, walking stick in hand, gliding across the lawn in their direction. He'd also changed his clothes, which consisted of the usual trousers, waistcoat and jacket, although the brocade of the waistcoat seemed to almost match Hermione's dress.

"Are you nearly ready, love?" he asked, slipping an arm around her waist.

"Yes," she answered. "I'm ready to become ensconced in whatever place that has yet to be revealed." Lucius gave a chuckle, leading Hermione back over to the rest of their guests.

Once they'd all shared their goodbyes, Lucius and Hermione stood in the garden alone, the vast area only illuminated by the moonlight.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" she asked.

"I'd much rather show you," he replied, firmly pulling Hermione against his side. "I don't care for using the Floo, but in your condition it's the safest option," Lucius explained as they walked into the house. They walked to the drawing room, and Hermione curled against Lucius after they'd stepped into the hearth. He called out a name that was unfamiliar to her ears, and off they went in a flash of bright green.

"Sweetheart, where are we?" Hermione asked when they'd stepped out of the hearth, and into another large, extravagantly decorated drawing room. Judging by the dimness of the windows, it was also nighttime wherever they'd traveled to.

Lucius winked at Hermione, taking her by the hand and leading her out of the room. They'd crossed a few dark corridors before reaching an open area, a breeze fluttering through and carrying the scent of salt water, instantly tickling Hermione's nose. "Lucius..." she trailed off, looking to her right to find that they were up high, the brilliantly lit night sky stretched out like a perfect painting as far as she could see, below it a wide expanse of dark blue, nearly black ocean.

"Côte d'Azu," he answered, walking over to one of the arches covering the balcony and looking out into the sky.

"The French Riviera? I didn't know you owned a home here," Hermione replied, standing next to him. "This view is gorgeous."

"It's in the family, believe it or not," Lucius said. "Admittedly, I haven't visited but a handful of times. Previously things were otherwise...hectic."

Hermione nodded her head in comprehension, resting her head against Lucius' shoulder. They both stood in silence for a few minutes, admiring the view until Hermione began shivering in the slight breeze.

"Come," he said, leading her away from the balcony and through a set of double doors a few feet down. Using his wand to ignite the lamps, a lavish suite was revealed, an oversized full-canopied bed made with a lush, cream colored counterpane, sheets and pillows covering it. "Are you very tired?"

"I was, but I'm not anymore," Hermione answered, closing her eyes and sighing when she felt Lucius gently massaging the back of her neck.

"Lie down for a moment," he suggested. "I'll run us a bath."

Nodding her head, Hermione smiled after Lucius pecked her on the lips before walking off to the bathroom. Toeing her shoes off, Hermione slid onto the bed, resting her head on one of the overstuffed pillows. Swooning when the soft mattress enveloped her body, Hermione closed her eyes, her fingers idly tracing over her swollen belly.

Something made her reflect upon the last conversation that she, Ginny and Luna had shared, which prompted her to think about her own parents. It was then that Hermione realized that her parents hadn't been there to see her get married, her dad was unable to walk her down the aisle, and that they'd never meet their grandchild. Tears began pouring down her face before she was able to stop them, leaving a small dark spot on the pillow beneath her head.

Lucius had just walked back into the room, surprised to find his new bride curled up on the bed, her shoulders shaking as she softly cried. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, sitting down next to her. "Do you regret marrying me already?"

Hermione managed a weak laugh through her tears, forcing a smile when Lucius began wiping the moisture off her cheeks with his thumb. "Something that Luna said earlier; it made me think about my parents. It just hit me that they weren't-" Her voice cut off with a choke, vicious sobs escaping from her mouth.

Lucius wasted no time in pulling Hermione against him, wrapping his arms around her trembling body. "I know there's nothing that I can say or do to bring your parents back, Hermione," he softly told her. "Yet I believe they would have taken comfort in knowing that you are happy. I know you're distraught right now, but tell me something; are you still happy?"

Sniffing, Hermione nodded her head against Lucius' chest. Soothed by his gentle fingers running through her hair, her sobs eventually tapered off. Hermione regained her composure but still wasn't in a chatty mood. She made no protest when Lucius climbed off the bed, gesturing for her to stand in front of him. He proceeded to undress her, making short work of his own clothes afterwards, and led Hermione to the bathroom.

"Goodness," she murmured, her eyes taking in the sight of the oversized oval-shaped, sunken bathtub that dominated the lavish room. "Are we bathing or swimming?"

Lucius chuckled, taking hold of Hermione's hand and helping her to step down into the hot water. Once he was also in the tub, Lucius pulled Hermione back against him, her head resting against the firm planes of his chest.

"I feel as if I can go to sleep right here," she murmured, sliding her legs against her husband's long, lightly furred ones. "A tub this comfortable should coming with a warning." Hermione sank further down into the water, her head lolling slightly to the side.

"Are you asleep?" Lucius asked after a few minutes of steady silence. His large hands were caressing the exposed length Hermione's neck, circuiting down to her collarbone. He felt her body grow limp against his, and was almost positive that she'd begun snoring.

"No," Hermione answered, even though her voice sounded like a well-sated kitten's. "I just wanted to rest my eyes for a minute." Despite attempting to sound adamant about not slumbering in the tub, Hermione nuzzled her face against Lucius' skin, having no qualms about using him as her pillow. Indeed, she'd nearly fallen asleep until she felt a hand sliding down over her inner thigh.

Lucius' fingertips easily found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of his wife's sex, smiling into Hermione's hair when he felt her legs drawing further apart to grant him access. "I think I should wake you up like this more often," he chuckled.

"You are terrible, Lucius," Hermione moaned, writhing slightly against the caressing digits.

"I know," he replied a husky voice, tilting Hermione's head back against his shoulder and brushing his lips against hers. Hermione slipped one arm up and around Lucius' neck, rivulets of water sliding down her skin. He knew how to touch her perfectly-almost too perfectly-until Hermione was soon panting and gasping against his mouth, feeling the stirrings of a climax. Moaning impatiently when Lucius' dexterous fingertips moved from her throbbing clit to pluck at her already distended nipples, Hermione pried her mouth away from his.

"That's mean, Lucius," she groaned, grabbing his wrist and trying to force it back between her legs. The blond wizard had the nerve to chuckle into her ear, his hand gently cupping her breast.

"I'd rather finish this in bed," he replied, sitting up and rising to his full height in the water.

"That never stopped you before," Hermione grumbled, allowing him to help her out of the tub and wrap a towel around her body, tucking the fluffy ends beneath her armpit.

Lucius pulled Hermione against him, his own arousal covered by the white towel around his waist. "Your eagerness is most appreciated, wife," he said, gently sucking on her bottom lip. Hermione tried to capture his own between her teeth, serving to merely amuse her mate. "Come," he said taking her hand, leading her back into the bedroom.

"I thought you were tired," Lucius chuckled when he was nearly pinned to the mattress. Hermione had hastily abandoned her towel, all but snatched Lucius' and tossed it aside, before her little hands firmly directed him to the bed.

"I was," she replied, straddling his waist. "But you and your slippery little fingers woke me up, literally and figuratively." Hermione leaned forward to brush away a few lingering drops of moisture on Lucius' chest. She'd barely given the man time to cast a drying charm on his hair, much less finish toweling off, and Lucius' dampened skin and blond tresses left small, dark wet spots on the cream colored duvet.

Lucius' grey eyes were filled with mirth as he looked up at his little witch hovering over him. "I gathered that you liked my fingers, touching you here and anywhere else I please," he replied, sliding the digits to graze over the soft patch of brown curls between her legs. "You certainly didn't protest when I touched here." With that, his thumb grazed the hood of Hermione's clit, causing her to gasp sharply.

Hermione's brown eyes had just slid shut, reveling in the pleasant sensation, when she heard Lucius chuckling. "I'm going to Accio your walking stick over to thump you with it," she threatened.

"You're as menacing as an overly sweetened cup of tea, my dear Hermione," Lucius glibly replied, moving both hands to her hips and shifting her to lie down on the bed.

"What if said cup of tea is laced with poison?" she asked in a fit of wickedness.

"Then shove a bezoar down my throat," he said, bending down to nuzzle his face into Hermione's neck. Lucius' slightly damp hair hung in a curtain over his face, the ends tickling her collarbone.

"I'll have you know that I am very potent," she retorted in a mock serious tone, giggling when Lucius' tongue began tickling her ear. Winding both arms around his neck, Hermione sighed softly when it drifted down to flick over her pulse.

"Believe me; I figured as much from our first evening down in the kitchen," he muttered, his lips leading a trail of kisses down Hermione's throat, pausing at the slightly hollowed notch at the base. Her slim fingers became insinuated against his scalp, its grip tighetning when Lucius' mouth delved down to her breasts.

"Something told me you were trouble then," Hermione moaned as his tongue swiped over one erect nipple. "All it takes is one touch for you to completely muddle my head."

"Is that so?" he purred, his warm lips kissing between the valley of her breasts, before making a path down over her stomach.

"It is so, and you bloody well know it!" Hermione shot back in a tone that lacked bite, writhing her hips and groaning as her husband's hands teasingly roamed over her body. She now had enough experience in lovemaking to know that Lucius was purposely baiting her arousal, as his hands would delve to her soft, inner thighs, only gliding his fingers up high enough that his knuckles grazed the curls covering her sex.

Wriggling about, Hermione's hands moved to arbitrarily clutch at Lucius' bare skin, or at the duvet beneath her, feeling a slow trickle of arousal burning throughout her body. She was in a quandary; Lucius could have used his hands, mouth, cock, hell his knee on her, so long as it got her off, and soon. But previous experience told her that if she tried force his hand in rushing to end the torment that he took great delight in inflicting, it would only delay her orgasm.

Right when Hermione felt as if she was going to yell out in frustration, Lucius settled himself between her legs, lightly nibbling his way up from her knees to each inner thigh. Groaning with relief when his nimble fingers plucked her puffy folds apart, Hermione was unable to keep her hips from thrashing about when his tongue darted out at her clit.

Keening softly, Hermione gently grabbed a handful of blond hair, trying to direct Lucius to where she needed the most friction garnered. The caresses of his tongue alternated between direct to feather-light, the weightless strokes causing Hermione to grind herself more forcefully against his mouth.

Each time she would reach the brink of climaxing, Lucius would lessen the pressure, leaving Hermione in a quivering state of unfulfilled lust. Only when she seemed to reach her breaking point, did Lucius finally relent, the flat of his tongue lapping at her clit with firm, broad strokes, two fingers simultaneously pressing up into her snug, wet heat. Hermione came almost immediately, unleashing a guttural cry as her body trembled viciously. Her walls were still tightly clenched and rippling when Lucius rose up on his knees, audibly hissing when he sank into the pulsating heat.

He was doing everything but holding back now; alternating between slow, deep strokes, his pelvis mashing against her clit, to going faster when Hermione yelled beseechingly, digging her little nails into his clenched, muscular backside. The little witch beneath him was soon easily thrown over into another climax, barely coming down before she begged and pleaded for him to keep going.

"No you don't!" Hermione hissed when Lucius' pace became less fervent. Sliding out of his grasp, she pushed him down on the bed, straddling his hips and taking him back into her body.

Grinding out a swear from between clenched teeth, Lucius held onto Hermione's waist as she eagerly moved over him. Usually he was the more dominant one in the bedroom, yet didn't mind relinquishing control to his mate. The snag that worked in his favor, was once Hermione got started, she was relentless and would always leave Lucius worn out.

Which was exactly was she did that night. Between Hermione's unintelligible moaning, her hips bucking against his, and the feel of her tight sheath hugging his cock, Lucius was no longer able to hold out.

"Well," he uttered, still slightly breathless after Hermione had collapsed onto the bed next to him. She gave a small laugh, tucking her head into the crook of his arm.

"I want some more in the morning," she told him, unleashing a wide yawn.

Lucius gave a broad laugh, amused by his wife's insatiable appetite. "One would think that you're trying to screw me into an early grave."

"Sure, why not?" Hermione languidly replied, her eyes closed and already halfway to sleep. "It's all part of my plan; shag you into a state of oblivion, and then lay siege to the Malfoy fortune."

"You've certainly had me fooled, love," Lucius said, planting a kiss on Hermione's forehead. "Now go to sleep, my cunning little conspirer."

"Hmm, must be from all the Slytherin I've had it me," she feebly replied, her lips stretching into a smile against his skin when she felt Lucius quietly shaking with laughter. Sighing contently when his lips brushed against her temple, the last thing Hermione registered was Lucius whispering that he loved her, before she drifted off to sleep.
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