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Shame's Desire	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 32597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- I huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for helping me to make my stories more readable! I have been wanting to write a proper wizard wedding for a while so it was nice that this story gave me a reason to! Hope everyone enjoys!

milapink- You will get a bit more interaction in this chapter, but it isn't until next chapter they really start to talk to one another.
Gandalfs-Beard- Yeah I write a mixed bag of POV fics. I usually pick first person when there is a lot going on in someone's head. Glad you are enjoying it so far!
Lady Miya- Glad you like it, there are several chapters already completed so don't worry you won't be left hanging on this one I think. I like this pairing and it feeds into teh story and dynamic I was looking for. I have been rping Lucius for years so I do feel like I have him strongly in my head, glad you like. Sorry you are annoyed with the overlap. It is part of the way I enjoy telling the story so it won't be going anywhere, and will actually be used over the series that this story is a part of, so I hope you don't find it TOO annoying. The Dark Emperor *dreamy sigh* yeah he won't be showing up too much in this story, but he will have his own book as a part of this series... can you guess who he will be paired with? *evil grin*

Lucius-
“Father?” Draco cuts in to ruin my fun. “May I speak to you in private?” He asks calmly. I wonder if I have stepped on his toes. I hadn’t seen him dance with her this evening so I didn’t think she had his eye.
“You’ll make yourselves comfortable in my home.” I tell the Weasleys before I lead my son from the room.
When we’re alone in my private study, I look to my son. “Really father? We’ve been working against her family for years. Why would you join our houses?” He asks confused.
I chuckle at my son as I pour us both a glass of amber liquid. “It couldn’t be more perfect if I’d planned every detail Draco.” I tell him as I hold a glass out to him. “I’ll demand that Hogsmeade be a part of her dowry, in exchange I’ll help them financially, and in the end I’ve taken something irreplaceable from him.”
Draco blinks at me and just holds his glass. “Unless you wanted her?” I ask curiously.
“No. She’s far from a proper lady father.” He informs me and I smile. Of course, he’s looking for a woman like his mother.
“Well then, do you have any other concerns about your father’s marriage?” I ask him in a tone that should make it quite clear he has no other concerns.
“No father. You’re brilliant as always.”
When we return to the hall, my bride choice has left with her brother to inform the mother of their good fortune via owl. It seems he won’t leave his sister alone in my house for even a moment. When the brother returns to my table, he informs me his sister has retired to one of my guest rooms.
I feel a temptation to go visit her when no one will see me, but I decide it’s best to wait until she’s well and truly mine.
Over the next few weeks, I negotiate with her parents over the marriage contract. As expected, Lord Weasley is furious over what has been done under his nose. I wonder if he understands that I’ll only enjoy her more with each complaint he makes. I’ve started keeping a record of each rude comment the fool makes so that I can take it out of her hide once I own her fully.
All the fool can do is delay the inevitable. He has no control over his daughter’s fate, but he does over Hogsmeade. So he uses the village to stall the negotiations. His wife is the only one with a brain between the two of them. She sees that I’m keeping the negotiations open for as long as it takes him to give in.
I find myself hoping my bride has her mother’s brain. I would hate for my sons to inherit anything from the buffoon.
In the end, we find a compromise that works for him. Instead of signing the village back to my family, he’ll give it to his daughter. It means as it stands only her children will be able to inherit it, but after speaking with Draco, we find we can agree with the terms.
It’s silly really, once she submits to me completely I’ll just have her sign the village back over me and that will be the end of any real confusion.

Ginny-
It’s strange and scary to stay in the large richly adorned room. The Weasley line has never been on the very edge of poverty before now, but we also have never had wealth like that of the Malfoys. Everything in this house is expensive and well made. As I fall asleep that first night, I wonder if I’m the same.
My parents arrive at the Manor House the next day and my mother brings me clothes to wear while my father demands I return home with them instantly. William speaks for me because I cannot seem to find my voice once again. He tells my parents how I pleased the rich Lord, but he’s not sure how I won him over.
I sink further and further into my seat as my father tells me how I’ll be unhappy here, how I’ll just be another thing for Lord Malfoy to own. He reminds me how he wants more for me; he wants me to feel happy and loved all through my life. I break down into tears as he describes a suffocating horrible existence.
I finally yell at him. I make it clear it’s his fault, and that he’s less of a man to need his daughter to save his home and family. I see the hurt in his eyes when I say the foul words, but I can’t help being so angry with him. How dare he make this harder on me! How dare he act as if this isn’t our only choice!
He doesn’t come to see me again over the next few weeks I’m stuck in the castle. Each of my brothers visit me in turn, in the room I’m starting to think of as a prison. They try to keep my mood light, and entertain me as much as they can. As time goes on, I get more and more anxious about my future.
When my mother comes to tell me the contract is signed, I feel so sick I don’t understand her as she explains the details of my marriage. The wedding is set for a week from that day and I find my nervousness growing.
I’ve been given few choices in my own wedding. The Malfoy line seems to have very strict traditions on how a new bride joins their House. We are to use an ancient wizarding marriage right that I have little understanding of. I’m allowed to choose the design of my dress, but the color will be tradition crimson. I wonder now if my mother had made me the crimson ball gown to give the Lord an idea of marriage.
On the day of the wedding, I’m dressed and prepared by several house elves. They don’t speak to me. It’s traditional for a Malfoy bride to spend three days alone in silence before her wedding. The elves went so far as to cast a spell upon me so I couldn’t speak, even to myself.
I come from a large family. I have many brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles, nephews, nieces. I’m so unused to silence I spend those days weeping without a sound.
As the last touch, the elves place a veil upon my head. It covers my face and I know that I’ll be unable to speak until this veil is lifted. I’m then led to the garden and given a signal to stay in place until the drumming starts.
I can’t see anyone from where I am, and I wonder how much of my family has come to this overly pompous event. I want my family here; I want to see their faces to give me strength in this new life I’ve chosen, chosen for them. At the same time, I don’t want them here. I don’t want them to see me become another piece of fine furniture in this cold Lord’s home.
When the drumming starts, I walk a path of white rose petals that will lead to the altar. I feel the silky petals against my bare feet and all I can think is that I’d prefer them to be wild flowers.
When I turn a corner in the garden, I find my family has come to witness my future, as have many others I don’t know. I walk up an aisle between family and strangers. Standing at the altar is my soon to be husband as well as the wise man who will perform the rites of binding on the two of us.
I want to run and find a small place to hide as I did when I was a child. Looking at the perfectly collected man that will soon be bound to me, I know I cannot run. He’s a predator; if I run, I turn into his prey. My throat has gone dry at the thought. I try to swallow to relieve the discomfort as I reach the altar.
A new idea pops into my mind as Lord Malfoy lifts my veil. He’s still a predator, but I’m a lamb who has walked right into his lair.

Lucius-
I watch as the girl walks towards me. I settle a cold mask on my face so I don’t show my displeasure with the one choice I had given to the child. For that is what she looks like in my eyes. I decided to be a generous Lord, and let her choose her own dress. It had to be crimson, a symbol of the blood of her innocence, but I let her choose the design and she has failed me.
It’s long-sleeved and hangs loosely on her form. It makes her look so much younger than she had the night we met. Those witnessing this day will think I’ve truly chosen a child as my bride, as if she’s not yet able to conceive my sons.
I’d thought to hold off on giving her children for a few years. I would let myself enjoy her young body while it was still so pleasing. But those plans will have to change now; I cannot have my peers thinking she’s not yet a proper wife. I’ll not let the courts of England laugh at a Malfoy for taking a child to his bed.
When she stands next to me before the altar I lift the veil from her face and look down at her. I see tears wetting her eyes and I’ll have none of it. She came to me willingly and I’ll not have anyone think otherwise. As we both turn to the wise man, I shift my cane so that my wand comes loose and then with small precise movements and a few soft words I clean the tears from her eyes.
Placing my wand back in place I hold my left wrist out as the man asks. Our arms touch as she holds out her arm next to mine. I’m amused that she thinks beside me is her place. I move my wrist so that it’s over hers and wrap my larger hand around her tiny one to keep it still. Her place is below me, and she’ll learn this from the start.
A shining platinum chain is wrapped around our wrists to bind them together as the rite is performed. I chose platinum so the binding would be strong, unbreakable by anyone but me. I let myself glance over to her once again as the ritual goes on. She is looking at our wrists as the chain starts to glow.
I find myself wondering if she understands how much of herself she’s giving to me in this moment. Our souls are being bound as one with each word. I’ll be able to use it against her if she displeases me, but unlike my first wife, I don’t think she understands how to do the same.
“Lucius Abraxas Malfoy.” The wise man addresses me. “You’ll repeat after me.” He instructs carefully. “Per hanc uxorem honestam hanc.”
“Per hanc uxorem honestam hanc.” I repeat grasping her hand a little more tightly.
He turns to the girl before speaking again. “Ginevra Molly Weasley.” He starts giving her a kind smile. I consider punishing him now for looking at my property in such a way, but I decided the man is no threat to me. “You’ll repeat after me.” He tells her letting her take a breath before he continues. “Ut arbitror, dicere.”
She bites her lower lip nodding before looking up to me. “Ut arbitror, dicere.” I let myself smile as she finishes the ritual.
When the chain tightens painfully around our wrists, I watch my little wife’s chest move rapidly while the magic swirls around us. I smile as I see the flush come to her cheeks when the chain seeps into our skin and the pain is relieved.
In front of all present, I turn to my new wife looking deeply into her eyes. She looks up at me with the innocence of a doe. I run my hand along her cheek, savoring the moment while I know her father is twisting in anger behind her. My hand moves along her jaw and slips into her hair at the back of her neck. I tilt her head up and lean down to give her a light, almost innocent kiss.
She looks confused by the gentle gesture making me smile all the more. “In time my dear, in time.” I say so only she can hear. I turn us both to face our guests before I pick up her small figure and carry her into the Ballroom, as is custom.
I sit down at the high table and settle the small thing into my lap. She’s stiff in my arms, obviously unsure of what to do with her hands or her body when sitting in a man’s embrace.
“Can’t I have my own chair?” She asks glancing to the many open chairs around us.
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