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The Prude	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 35329 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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                                      Chapter Two: Mrs. Malfoy

“I can’t believe you are about to become Mrs. Lucius Malfoy…it’s so weird,” Ginny said as she pinned a small veil into the back of Hermione’s hair.

“That makes two of us,” Hermione said, wincing when one of the combs teeth scraped across her scalp. She had tried to find a loophole, had searched for it day and night but found nothing that would save her from her fate. For better or for worse, and she was leaning towards worse, Lucius Malfoy was going to be her husband.

“I suppose it could be worse…you could have wound up with Goyle,” Ginny said, searching for a silver lining.

“He is handsome, which is going to be a major plus since I have to sleep with the man,” Hermione leaned towards the mirror and wiped gently at her cheeks to blend the blusher she felt had been applied with too heavy a hand.

“Gods, you have to have sex with Lucius Malfoy, a death eater! I just can’t believe it,” Ginny said as she fluffed curls that needed no fluffing. Hermione’s hair always did have and always would have a mind of it’s own.

“Well, he IS very attractive, so I’m not exactly dreading the fact that I have to see him naked,” Hermione said, winking at Ginny’s reflection in the mirror.

“Oh! I forgot about the naked part!” Ginny laughed.

“Oh, I didn’t!” Hermione snorted as she stared at her reflection. She had a simple champagne colored gown with an empire waist and tiny capped sleeves. Elbow length gloves and the small veil completed the simple yet elegant look and she couldn’t help but think that she looked rather pretty for a change. “I look like a bride.”

“You are a bride,” Ginny said quietly, resting her chin on Hermione’s shoulder. “Can you be happy married to him?”

“I’ll find a way,” she said. “I may not be in love with him but I will figure out some way to make my life with him work.”

“I guess if any one can make it work it would be you,” Ginny sighed.

“I may not have a choice about marrying Lucius, but I do have a choice in how I handle it,” she said. “And I plan to set Malfoy Manor on its ear.”

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“Your tie is crooked,”Draco said, watching his father dress for the ceremony.

“No it isn’t,” Lucius frowned at his son as he shrugged into his robes. He couldn’t believe that he was once again being leg-shackled to a witch chosen for him by someone else. First it was his parents and now the ministry, and to make it worse he had a child with a demented sense of humor whose favorite pastime was annoying the hell out of him.

“No, it’s not, but you are vain enough to look anyhow,” Draco smiled.

“You look nice, Mr. Malfoy,” Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck, not quite sure what to say to the older man.

“Of course I do, these robes are custom cut,” he scoffed as he pinned the lily boutonniere to his lapel.

“So…are you ready to consummate this sham of a marriage?” Draco was leaning back on an ornate sofa, his arm draped along the curved back.

“As ready as any man on his wedding night,” Lucius replied off handedly.

“But she put it in your marriage contract that you had to please her, or at least make every attempt to,” Draco smirked, “That’s a lot of pressure.”

“I’m sure it will be fine,” he said, reaching into his pocket to check the rings.

“Um…no offense, Mr. Malfoy, but I was with Hermione for three years,” Ron said from the sofa. “She’s…well, she’s a handful.”

“I’m certain I can handle it,” he said.

“Just…well, just don’t…don’t underestimate her,” Ron said.

“I was married for nearly thirty years, Mr. Weasley, I think I know how to handle a wife,” Lucius said with one last glance at his reflection.

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Hermione wondered what her parents would say if they could see her now, about to walk down the aisle and pledge herself to a man she loathed because she could not bear to live without her magic. It was what they had feared years ago when they had debated the decision to allow her to go off to Hogwarts once they had gotten over the fact that their daughter was a witch. They never understood that using her magic wasn’t a choice, it was just a natural thing, a part of her, an important part of her that she wasn’t willing to walk away from. She was a little sad that they couldn’t be with her on her wedding day, regardless of the fact that she wasn’t exactly bursting with love for the groom. A car accident had made her an orphan years before and now Harry and the Weasley's stood in as her family.

She had come to realize during her futile search for an exploitable loophole that she was but a single woman in a long history of women who wed men not of their choice.  For centuries women had been married off for business, to settle debts, to unite families and countries, to end wars and even to cover secrets. If she looked at it as a transaction it was somewhat easier to deal with; she would marry Lucius Malfoy to hopefully usher in a better future for all of wizard-kind. Though she wasn’t certain that their marriage would have the result that the Ministry hoped. Blood feuding went way back and the angry waters ran deep, it would take more than a 'trophy' marriage to end it all. Part of her wanted to blame Lucius, that irrational part of her that liked to drag out old, dirty laundry and roll around in it, but she knew that it wasn’t his fault. He was just as much of a victim as she was. Her only option was to try and make the best of it. To try and find a way to make it work, to make a life for the two of them that was, if nothing else, civil.

"Ready?" She looked over to her left at Harry, poor, clueless Harry with his messy hair and crooked tie.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she answered.

"Good, let's get this over with, I'm starving!" She looked to her right at Ron, her first love and dear friend. She had to smile when she saw him sneak a bit of jerky from his pocket. She heard the soft instrumentals of the string quartet playing the traditional wedding march and felt the butterflies in her tummy kick into action. The tall double doors opened and Hermione watched the large congregation of witches and wizards rise. Flanked by the two people she loved the most she made her way slowly down the long aisle towards the man that was chosen for her by strangers. Chosen for her by a governing body who knew nothing about them as people aside from what they could read in a report, by people who wanted to use them to make a point.  They didn’t care if they made one another miserable, if they didn’t suit or didn’t find each other attractive, they only cared about the image they could provide.

A muggleborn and a pureblood, married, as the ministry expected.

"Who gives this witch to be married?" the officiate asked.

"We do," Ron and Harry said simultaneously before kissing her cheeks lightly and stepping into line behind Draco who was standing beside his father. Lucius stepped forward and offered her his arm, guiding her up the three small steps that led to the dais. She couldn’t recall a single word of the officiate’s speech, her ears buzzing as her head swam with the realization of what she was doing. She was choosing magic over happiness, over love and she couldn’t find it in herself to regret it. What did that say about her as a person, as a woman? What did it say about her priorities? She somehow managed to repeat her vows, to pledge herself to a man she barely knew and slide a thick platinum band onto his finger though she had no recollection as to how her own finger came to be adorned with an extravagant emerald wedding set. The entire wedding ceremony was a blur until the end. The end she heard very clearly when the officiate pronounced them wizard and wife and informed them that it was time to seal their union with a kiss.

She had forgotten that part....

How in the hell had she forgotten that part?

She swallowed hard and tried not to shake when the much taller wizard bent down and pressed his lips lightly to hers.  A little shock nipped them both when their lips touched as if they had been scooting across the carpet in their socks to build up static electricity. They both jerked, their eyes narrowing in confusion as they stared at one another while their guests cheered and applauded.

"That was strange," she said softly.

"So it was," he replied, recalling their location and pulling himself out of his confusion so that he could lead her back down the aisle and through the double doors.

(The wedding wasn’t really important to the story, but I felt I had to transition into the uber smut that’s coming =)   )
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