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Lucius Malfoy And The Marriage Matching Law	By : ozarkmoon Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Invoking
- 2-Meeting
- 3-Greeting
- 4-Canoodling
- 5-Morning
- 6-Discovering
- 7-Plotting
- 8-Answering
- 9-Hurting
- 10-Healing
- 11-Persuading
- 12-Exacting
- 13-Willing
- 14-Tiring
- 15-Shopping
- 16-Carousing
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ard disclaimer - I own nothing in the Potter Universe and am making no profit from this work of fiction.

Our couple finally meet - sadly, my muse would not let them discuss the things on Lucius’ list, but we do find they are compatible in one way

Though he was not sure what to expect, the woman who was escorted into his study was not the one his mind had conjured upon learning a little of her history and seeing the small photo. Her height was average, making her a few inches shorter than Narcissa was. Her robes were traditional and deep brown, as were the leather boots underneath and the satchel she carried.

Her hair was chestnut with highlights of auburn, which set off her light skin tone, and was held at the back of her head with a clip. The smile on her face was friendly, but cautious with lips closed. It was hard to tell through the robes, but her figure seemed on the fuller side. All in all, she was very appealing to Lucius.

“Miss Thompson,” Lucius addressed his guest as he approached her, “what a pleasure to finally meet you.” He held his hand out at waist level.

She placed her hand into his perfectly – at least as he was raised to believe – and he bent down to graze the back with a touch of his lips.

“The pleasure is mutual, Lord Malfoy. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.” She gave his hand a small squeeze before moving it back to her side.

He swept his hand towards the seating area. “Shall we make ourselves comfortable?”

“Before we do, I have a request.” At his look of askance, she continued. “What we are about to discuss could be of a rather delicate nature. I would propose that we invoke the Votum Silentii, for the protection of us both.”

He considered her words. The vow was old and severe. How did an American witch know of such a privacy spell? The lady had chosen a vow that kept both their secrets, but allowed them to discuss every aspect of the Matrimonium Compositus – or marriage matching law - freely. Lucius nodded his head.

“Very well, I agree. We will have to take the vow without wands, in order to further keep things private.” He held his hands out towards Miss Thompson, left hand palm up, right hand palm down.

She took a step towards him and as their hands grasped each other’s wrists, Lucius could feel the magical energy flow between them. This only furthered his interest in the woman.

They recited the vow in unison and his familiar charcoal energy mixed with hers, which was deep turquoise, then vanished. He indicated the seating area again, and was pleased that she chose one end of the couch to settle upon, leaving the answering gambit to him. Her next answer would decide his placement.

“May I offer a beverage? Tea? Perhaps something stronger?”

“Oh, stronger than tea I should think. Scotch or gin, maybe?” she questioned in return.

“I have a single malt, if that will suffice,” he moved towards the bar to pour their drinks and saw the tentative smile again, as he looked back to see her nod in agreement.

Lucius settled on the other end of the couch after placing her drink on the table at her side. Then he waited patiently for her to start their discussion. After each took a sip and spent a full minute sizing each other up, she finally broke the silence.

“First, do you agree that the idea of forced marriage to a stranger is absurd, but there seems to be no way out of it?”

Ah, straight to it then. No social niceties or tiptoeing around. He did appreciate this approach as one to squander the least amount of their time. “Yes. My lawyers assure me that it is Goblin-wrought tight.”

“As do mine,” she nodded. “Very well, then we shall make the best of things. The purpose of this travesty is to bring more magical children into being, so I must be honest from the start – I am unable to have children. It is one of the things the limited minds of bureaucrats at the Ministry forgot to address in any part of the legislation. You would be able to appeal their decision on the match based on this information, if you so desire.” Christina sat back and took another sip of her drink, awaiting his response.

Infertility was not something he had considered when the new law and its effect on his life came to light. Having more children after his son had already graduated from Hogwarts and married struck him as gauche when he learned the purpose of the Ministry for doing this to its citizens. This information suited his desire to keep the family estate intact with one sole heir.

“I will not be making an appeal on the basis of this information. Are you certain of your inability? Magic can sometimes overcome what healers cannot.” Lucius was going to make sure, one way or another, that there would be no more fruit from his loins.

The blush on her cheeks was quite pretty, but she did look him in the eye as she responded. “Unless magic can spontaneously regenerate reproductive organs, there will not be a child born of this marriage.” She moved closer to the middle of the couch and turned her body toward him. “Five years ago I was injured by a Muggle weapon - a gun - which damaged me internally and required removal of some non-essential organs.”

Lucius understood the basics of ballistic weapons, as explained by his friend so many years ago. While he wondered what the entire story was behind the injury, it was not vital to the discussion at hand. “I am sorry to hear of your injury, and trust that you are restored to full health otherwise.” In this second union, he would not be happy with a frail or infirmed wife.

“Yes. That brings us to the Cubile and Monogamy clauses for the binding. I would not want either of us to seek companionship outside of the marriage. Of course, this can only be achieved if we are compatible intellectually, sexually - on all levels of our relationship. My suggestion is that we have an accelerated courtship with time spent together covering any topic we can think of. If we agree, possibly even engaging in relations before the ceremony.” Again, her blush appeared.

Glad that he was not taking a sip of his drink during her last sentence, Lucius thought about all she said and was pleasantly surprised how well it coincided with his own thoughts. The idea of bedding this witch was intriguing. He did worry about the blushes, though. Were they, Merlin forbid, a sign of innocence or just of natural embarrassment in front of a stranger?

“The Monogamy clause is also important to me, so I agree with your terms. As to the Cubile clause; it is invoked with the binding ceremony, so relations twice a week are required. I would prefer mutual satisfaction and am not opposed to frequency beyond that. An added suggestion would be an acceleration of physical intimacy as well.” He then moved closer to her, put an arm across the back of the couch and smiled. Interesting, the blush was now across her collar bones and possibly lower, but the conservative robe blocked any further view.

His hand came up slowly to caress her cheek. She leaned into his palm and closed her eyes. As he leaned closer, the faint smell of her perfume was detected - nothing cloying or overpowering, just the slight smell of oranges. Very nice, Lucius thought.

“May I kiss you?” he whispered, as his nose grazed her jaw. She only nodded in response. Small kisses were planted down her jaw, until their lips met.

He could feel the magical energy she was suppressing as the kiss ended. Her eyes opened as his fingers lightly caressed down her face to her neck. The shyness was back, and she looked down between them. One finger gently pulled her chin up. “Forgive me, but I must know; are you innocent?” Lucius asked, as he studied her expression closely.

A short, throaty laugh burst from her mouth. “No, Lord Malfoy. You have not been saddled with a clueless virgin, just with a woman who has not had relations in several years.” She surprised him then, by standing up. Before he could react, her robe and the skirt underneath were pulled above her knees with one hand, and the other pushed his upper body against the back of the couch.

His arms moved forward to protect himself, only for them to be filled with the witch who was now straddling his legs. A finger quieted his protestation as he felt her breath against his ear. “A woman who finds her intended spouse very attractive,” Christina softly said before running her tongue along the shell of his ear. As he let out a small moan, her lips closed around his earlobe and she gently bit.

The erection in his pants was threatening to burst the seams as his scattered thoughts tried to organize. This was quite the revelation – his intended was proving to be a delight and if the grinding of her hips was any indication, would be an enjoyable partner. Almost without thought, his hands moved from her back down to the rucked up hems of her clothing. They glided along the outside of her thighs and onto her ample rear, which was barely covered with some type of soft lace knickers. Those would certainly warrant further investigation.

He turned his head so that his mouth was close to her ear. “I am overjoyed that you are not shy and innocent, because no virgin could imagine the things I want to do to you,” his voice was gruff.

It was obvious the moment Miss Thompson realized what she was doing. Her body tensed as she let out a small gasp of embarrassment. She made to pull away, but his arms tightened to keep her in place. His lips closed around her earlobe and sucked. “None of that now,” he chided her softly. “We are off to such a pleasurable start. You do not know how happy I am that there is mutual attraction present in this match.”

His left hand moved back down the outside of her thigh to her knee. As it slowly worked up the inside of her leg, she let out a small moan. “I enjoy a partner who lets me know what is pleasing, either by words or sounds. Talk to me, Christina,” he prompted as he rubbed the front of her knickers, which were soaked.

She moved as if to sit up, but was only gaining purchase to spread her legs wider. At this, he rubbed harder and felt an opening in the lace at the crotch. Sweet Nimue, he would spend married life with a permanent erection if these were the types of undergarments his new wife favored.

“Lucius, I want your finger inside me. Make me peak,” her voice was even more sultry now. The words, added to her breath in his ear, made his excitement almost painful.

Slowly, he worked his middle finger up into her. Interior muscles pulsed around his digit as it moved back and forth. He knew at that moment that the fucking was going to be spectacular. “How is that, witch? Does it feel good?” he asked, voice deeper than normal.

“So good,” she answered. Then the tip of his finger rubbed against a rough patch and she bit his neck. “Right there, Lucius,” she exclaimed.

Ruthlessly, he worried over the spot until the spasms started. Proof of her excitement was dripping into his palm. Muffled by his shoulder, her keening release was accompanied by enough essence to half fill his palm. All he wanted to do at that moment was use the liquid to lubricate himself and wank. Positive it would be shameful to come in less than a dozen strokes, he composed himself and brought his attention back to the shapely female in his lap.

“I dare say, physical compatibility will not be one of our problems,” he stated, smiling as she sat up to face him.

“Oh Goddess,” her hands covered her face. “I cannot believe we did that!”

Wandlessly, he cleaned them both and gently pulled her hands down. “We shared an intimate moment, and hopefully there will be many more. Yes, it will take time to be completely comfortable with each other, but never be ashamed of any aspect of sexual expression between us. I do look forward to exploring further,” he told her frankly.

“As I become more at ease and confident in this situation, I will not be so shy. Please be a little patient with me.” Leaning forward, she kissed him.

“Of course you have my patience. Things will progress only if we are in agreement.

“Now, I would like to formally invite you to stay for dinner. My son and daughter-in-law are coming and won’t stay very late, as they both have work in the morning. If you do not have any other plans, we can talk more after they leave.”

Christina stood up and shook out her garments. “You are sure I will not be intruding?”

“Of course – you will be family shortly and may as well meet them now. You mentioned needing referrals for various aspects of the wedding. Astoria – Draco’s wife – would be an excellent starting point for those.” He stood up and straightened his clothing.

“Very well. I would like to freshen up before they arrive.”

Lucius escorted her to the door of his washroom and patted her derriere as she passed through. “I will be in the foyer when you are done.”

After the door clicked shut, a house elf popped into the study and bowed. “Young master and mistress are waiting in the parlor, my lord”, he announced, and popped away.

“Gobshites,” he muttered. Glancing down to make sure he did not look as if he had spent the last half hour engaging in foreplay, he quickly made his way to the front parlor.

Turning the door handle as he knocked, he entered the room to find Draco alone. Before he could ask after Astoria, his son smirked at him.

“Father, you need to use locking spells when entertaining lady friends.” The young man tilted his head and squinted. “Did she bite you?”

“Not another word, Draco. Where is Astoria?”

“Sorry, I was indisposed for a moment,” the witch in question answered. She moved to sit next to her husband.

“I have news to share”, Lucius announced. Having gained their attention, he continued. “The Matrimonium Compositus will affect me. I have already been matched to a witch from the United States. She came today to discuss our binding. Her name is Christina Thompson and she is staying for dinner. You will both be nothing short of polite to this woman. Blood status will not be discussed. Am I understood?” He glared at the pair on the settee.

“Perfectly,” they said in unison. As Draco’s mouth opened to talk more, his father’s hand held up stopped him.

“No questions tonight. We will discuss things at Sunday brunch – just the three of us,” he placated his son.

A nod of confirmation settled the matter.

Well, it seems our couple are attracted to each other. Maybe they will get to his list of questions another time….
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