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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 Three: Honeymoon

In a posh hotel in the south of France, sequestered in the royal suite on the very top floor, the newlyweds stood face to face. It was nearly midnight by the time the wedding reception had come to a close. Ridiculous amounts of food and libation had been consumed by friends and family and a large number of individuals that neither the bride nor groom had any sort of acquaintance with whatsoever. They had shared a stiff, rather uncomfortable waltz and then spent the majority of the evening flittering about the crowd talking to their guests.

They both seemed to be trying to delay the inevitable. The party WAS going to end and eventually they would have no choice but to face the truth…they were married and the ministry expected their marriage to be consummated, sooner rather than later. They had readied themselves for bed in silence, taking turns in the bathroom and then meeting in the center of the room in front of the fireplace. Lucius was wearing only his royal blue dressing gown and Hermione a slip of silver satin edged in delicate French lace that barely reached mid-thigh.

“This feels strange,” she said. Her fingers were toying with the hem of her gown. The little negligee was supposed to entice but Lucius hadn’t bothered to even look at it, not that she had noticed anyhow, his gaze seem firmly affixed to the wall behind her head.

“Yes, well, we are for the most part strangers,” he said, his eyes still fixed on some invisible point.

“Strangers have sex all the time,” she countered, biting her lip and finding herself oddly curious about the little shock that passed between them during the ceremony. Would it happen again when they made love? Lucius cleared his throat and adjusted the sash on his robe.

“You should get in the bed and prepare yourself, I will give you a few moments before joining you,” he said tightly.

“What do you mean by prepare myself? Are you going to do something freaky to me?” she asked, her brows arched so high that they threatened to disappear into her hairline.

“Of course not! I simply wanted to give you the opportunity to settle between the sheets and remove any barriers that might prevent me from doing my husbandly duties,” he said, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

She almost laughed, almost, but then she realized that it wasn’t some sort of joke. He was serious. She was well aware that the wizarding world fell way behind the times socially speaking. They were very much stuck in a Victorian time warp when it came to their traditions, beliefs and social hierarchy but she couldn’t help the shock that raced through her. She had, apparently incorrectly, assumed that a hedonist like Lucius Malfoy would indulge in regular, probably kinky sex. She was a bit disappointed to be honest and at the same time intrigued.

“Um…so let me get this straight…you want me to get in bed, lift my gown and spread my legs, correct?” she asked incredulously. Two bright spots of color bloomed on his pale cheeks and he shifted uncomfortably.

“That would probably be the most accommodating course of action,” he said hoarsely.

“Alright…how do you plan to do this so that you don’t hurt me since you obviously have no intentions of engaging in foreplay?” She found the odd situation more and more fascinating.

“I have made preparations…there are…supplies in the bedside table, I will not hurt you,” he said. His expression was so uncomfortable that he looked as if he were being tortured. She wished she had known that a simple conversation about sex was all it took to discomfit the death eater back during the war, it could have been a valuable tool.

“Lubricant? You signed a marriage contract that vowed you would make sure I am satisfied with our sexual relationship.”

“A woman’s body is the field in which her husband sows his seed, by planting my seed inside you it should more than satisfy you,” he said. She did laugh then because she just couldn’t believe that she had been so wrong. Here she had been fantasizing that the arrogant peacock was a sensualist and borderline sexual deviant when all along he was nothing but a prude.

She was sad for him, he couldn’t have had a very fulfilling marriage if his notions about marital relations were so antiquated. Unless it had nothing to do with his personal predilections and everything to do with her blood.

“Is this because I am a muggleborn?” she asked. He sighed in frustration and frowned, but still did not actually look at her.

“Is what because you are muggleborn?” he asked in exasperation.

“So…you really want me to just lift my gown and let you pound away between my legs for a few minutes and then roll over and go to sleep?” Hysterical laughter erupted from deep inside her and she could barely contain herself.

“May we please commence? The hour grows increasingly late as you stand here in hysterics,” he scoffed.

“Are you especially tired?” she asked, wiping an amused tear from her eye.

“Not particularly, I think that I may have over indulged in the champagne, I find myself wide awake,” he frowned as if he were troubled by this news.

“That’s great because you and I are going to have a little chat,” she said still chuckling. “Have a seat, Lucius.”

With his brow furrowed in confusion and his lips tight he settled into a large chair in front of the fire while his bride of only a few hours sat on the ottoman as primly as her negligee would permit. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and stared at him for a few moments while he stared at the flames dancing in the hearth. She began to see some potential in her marriage and for the first time the potential to help him become the perfect lover for her.

“I don’t want to pry…and I don’t want to cause you pain but…what was your sex life like in your previous marriage?” she asked, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth as she waited for him to either answer or hex her.

“I don’t see how it’s your business,” he said sharply, looking at her for only a moment.

“Okay….why do you think married couples have sex?” she tried again.

“For children,” he answered simply.

“Okay…what about people who do it without the intention of having a child….why do they have sex?” she asked.

“Because they are base, uneducated heathens who can not control themselves and have nothing else of importance in their mediocre lives so they rut like beasts in order to fill the time.” His answer had her smirking. It was such an elitist thing to say, so typical of that famous Malfoy arrogance.

“Haven’t you ever done it just because it feels good?”

“It always feels good,” he snorted. “But just because something feels good doesn’t mean you should indulge in it in excess.”

“Alright…I’m going to go on the assumption that you slept with your previous wife with the intent to procreate and with no other agenda. But didn’t you have a mistress?” she asked, beginning to feel a bit hopeless in her quest.

“I had too much respect for my wife to embarrass her that way, besides, I am far too busy a wizard to waste time dallying with loose women,” he said as he withdrew his wand and used it to acquire a sifter of brandy.

“What about when you were young? Surely you had girlfriends…”

“I was contracted to wed Narcissa at the age of thirteen, I did not waste my youth as so many of you do today drinking myself sick and fornicating with everything that moves. I was preparing to take my place as head of the family, to run the family businesses and manage the estate.” He took great offense to her prying, he felt defensive as though she were accusing him of doing something wrong.

“I don’t mean to offend you, Lucius, but…well, you see, the thing is…I like sex. I like it a lot. I love to touch and be touched, to be held and have naughty words whispered in my ears. I especially love kissing,” she said softly. “Don’t you like to kiss?”

“For what purpose?”

“Because it’s exciting, it’s intimate and arousing, it feels good,” she said.

“Arousal is easy enough to achieve for a male, we do not need to waste time with kissing in order to perform….”

“But arousal is not easily achieved for a woman. We require more in order to actually enjoy it, in order to achieve orgasm.” Lucius began to say something and Hermione immediately cut him off. “If you even think about claiming the female orgasm to be a myth I will hex you on the spot.”

He clamped his mouth closed tightly and watched her shake her head in disbelief. His little wife was most certainly a bold little bit of baggage. He had never in his life had such an inappropriate conversation with a female. It made him uncomfortable and feel more than a little inadequate.

“Surely you haven’t only had sex with your former wife…I mean, sex for pleasure alone is not a new concept, Lucius, there is a reason why prostitution is called ‘the world’s oldest profession’. Didn’t you make-out and pet when you were at school? Didn’t you ever go to a brothel….”

“Not every man is lead around by the appendage between his legs, Hermione,” he snapped, irritated by the conversation. “And just so that we may end this ridiculous conversation, the fact is that the way a man treats a…loose woman, is NOT how a man treats his wife!”

So that was the crux of it then? He believed that a wife should be treated differently, placed upon a pedestal, was a creature to be pampered and protected. No wonder pureblood women were such cranky cows, they were sexually frustrated!

“Lucius, I’m not asking you to treat me like a whore…”

“I’d certainly hope not!” he looked horrified and she held back her laughter.

“You and I are being forced into this marriage, forced into sharing a bed. I just think, that given our lack of choice in how we got here we should try to make the best of it, to find a way to be happy together, in and out of the bedroom.” She watched his face and realized how expressive it actually was as he processed his thoughts, his eyes especially.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked. He wasn’t sure what he was doing giving in to her badgering, all he knew was that he had spent thirty years with a woman in a marriage that lacked…something…and he wasn’t exactly keen on enduring the same fate in his second marriage. What if, by letting her lead to a certain extent, he could actually find some enjoyment in marriage this time around?

“Well, to start with,” she stood up and moved from the ottoman to settle herself on his lap, her legs draping over the arm of his chair and her arms looping around his neck. “You need to let go of this idea that sex should only be done in the dark between the sheets of a bed.”

He shifted uncomfortably at having her in his lap, her soft, round bottom was nestled against his groin and having a rather obvious affect. He hadn’t had another person sit on his lap since Draco had been a child, never had a grown woman perched herself upon his person in such a way.

“And just where would you suggest that we engage in such activities?” he winced when his voice broke just a little.

“Anywhere we want to,” she whispered, running her tongue over her bottom lip and finally getting his eyes focused on her. “What do you like about women, Lucius?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, swallowing hard and trying not to be embarrassed by his randy cock poking into her bottom.

“When you look at women what is it about them that turns you on? Do you like legs, breasts, a woman’s backside?” She slid her fingers through the hair at his temples, a simple gesture by any standards yet it sent a rather unusual tremor down his spine.

“Ahem…well…the women of my acquaintance generally are modestly dressed, covered from throat to ankles.” His voice was hoarse and he was having trouble resisting the urge to close his eyes and lean his head into her touch like a feline desperate for affection.

“Well…what about me? Here I am draped across your lap with only a scrap of material covering me…do you like anything about me?” She knew that her question was like a loaded gun pointed at her self esteem but she could feel that he wasn’t completely indifferent to her. She knew that she would never be as beautiful as Narcissa had been, but from what she could manage to piece together by the odd conversation to start her wedding night, she was going to be able to bring him something more valuable than simple beauty. She was going to be able to bring passion into his life, desire and a little excitement and maybe, someday, happiness.

“Your lips,” he said, his body starting a little when he realized how easily he had blurted his answer. He hadn’t even thought about it, hadn’t taken a single moment to glance over the body she so willingly displayed for him. He could see that she too appeared surprised by his declaration.

“No one has ever said that to me before,” she said softly. “Usually they make some comment about my breasts or my rear end. Lucius….you do like women don’t you?” She needed to be certain before she continued, she didn’t want to beat her head against a brick wall if Lucius wasn’t heterosexual.

“OF COURSE I LIKE WOMEN!” he bellowed, startling her out of her thoughts as he tried to lunge from the chair and dislodge her from his lap.

“Okay…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you…please,” she laid her hand against his cheek and held his gaze for a moment. “I apologize…I just…don’t take this wrong but I am shocked to find you so…well…inexperienced.”

“I’m not inexperienced, I shared a bed with my first wife for thirty years!” he was angry and embarrassed and the little termagant still seated upon his thighs was to blame for it. Why couldn’t she just act like a normal wife and lie down so he could get it over with?

“But surely you know there is more to it than inserting tab A into slot B, what you had was years of passionless couplings in a cold bed for no other reason than trying to make a child,” she said, trying to keep her voice soft and less aggressive. “You and I may not be friends, we may not ever come to love one another, but we can have more than that, we can have a very passionate, fulfilling marriage if you would just set your misconceptions about sex on the back burner for a bit.” He eased a little but she was still very much aware of the fact that he was agitated. “Just…trust me and I promise you will be very satisfied with this marriage, Lucius.”

“Do you have any inkling as to how odd this entire evening is? I find it uncomfortable and more than a little humiliating to be honest,” he huffed, nose in the air.

“I’m sorry that you were forced to marry me, Lucius. I am sorry that we are being forced to share a bed but I have accepted this for what it is, a situation that simply can not be changed. But I don’t see why we have to be miserable about it, why we can not find some enjoyment in each other, even if that enjoyment IS purely physical,” she said. “I find you very attractive,” she dropped the tone of her voice to a husky purr and once more ruffled the silky strands of hair at his temples. “Your silky hair,” she trailed her fingers to his brow and traced the silver arch, “Your beautiful silver eyes,” she let her fingertips feather over his nose and lips then down so that she could stroke the line of his throat and slide her hand inside his robe. His skin was silky smooth and scalding hot to the touch when she ran her palm over his chest and over his shoulder, enjoying the feel of hot, chorded muscle beneath her caress. “You have a very fine body, Lucius.”

He was panting, sharp little puffs of air through his nose as he tried to cope with the feel of her hands on his body so unexpectedly. Narcissa had never touched him so intimately. During their entire marriage she kept intimacy at a minimum. During sex her hands were often at her side, on the rare occasion she might rest them upon his shoulders. He certainly couldn’t recall a single incident where she had stroked his chest the way his current wife was doing. He found it rather…stimulating. He even liked the way her fingers felt in his hair and he wasn’t a man who liked his hair to be mussed. Ever.

“Thank you?” He wasn’t sure what the proper response was to a compliment to one’s form.

“So…you like my lips? What about them do you like?” she asked, smirking a little at having to guide a grown man through a seduction.

“Well…they are a lovely color without being coated in that ridiculous lip rouge and they look soft, plump…and when you speak they are a bit….hypnotizing,” he said thickly, watching the subject of conversation closely as he spoke.

“What a lovely thing to say, Lucius,” she whispered. “What do you think about when you look at my lips? What do you imagine them doing?”

“Smiling at me,” he answered without thinking. Hermione gasped, her heart skipping just a little at such a vulnerable response from a man she thought invulnerable.

“Do you think about kissing me? Having me kiss you? Do you think about me running them over your skin…taking you in my mouth?” she asked huskily, able to clearly feel his cock pulsing beneath her backside.

“Wives do not do such things,” he croaked, his head filled with decadent images. She smiled at him, a soft, sweet smile and lowered her head so that her lips brushed his ear.

“This wife does…if you want her to,” she whispered as she took his earlobe between her teeth and nibbled lightly. She heard his softly gasped curse and smiled. “Don’t you want to kiss me, Lucius?”

“Should I?” he asked distractedly, his eyes still on the set of lips that had him completely enthralled. Hermione found his interest in her lips to be amusing and rather flattering. She also found his lack of a decent sexual history to be rather exciting. She was going to open his eyes to a whole new world.

“Allow me,” she said softly, cupping the back of his head as she lowered hers. She bumped his nose gently with hers and then brushed her lips lightly back and forth for a moment before pressing more firmly. He stiffened when the tip of her tongue tickled along the seam of his lips and then, curious, parted them to allow the persistent little marauder entrance to his mouth. Her tongue played alongside his with teasing strokes that were enticing and not invasive. She teased and tickled, coaxing his tongue to join in the playful tussle.

He gasped and then groaned when she nibbled on his lips, using her teeth and sucking gently. It was heavenly. A low vibration began to tingle along her spine, her breath becoming labored and her sex beginning to dampen and swell. They had chemistry, no doubt about that. Lucius kissed as he did everything, with pure elegance and grace.

“How’s that?” she asked.

“Rather nice,” he replied hoarsely, his breath catching when she nuzzled the underside of his jaw right near his ear. The soft lips that captured his attention were raining soft, wet little kisses along his throat, her teeth nibbling at the chorded tendons. “Very nice,” his head fell back against the chair as his wife sucked firmly at the pulse pounding just below his Adam’s apple.

“Mmmm…you smell good, Lucius,” she purred against his skin, licking the warm, slightly rough column of his throat. Her hands left his shoulders to slide down between them finding the knotted sash of his dressing gown. With a few quick tugs she had the knot loosened and was impatiently pulling the fabric open. “Pull your arms out,” she murmured, shoving the robe off of his shoulders as he shifted his arms free.

“You’re bossy,” he groaned when her teeth sank into the muscle where shoulder and neck met.

“I don’t play games, Lucius,” she said, cupping his face in her hands. “You don’t have to play guessing games with me, I’ll let you know what I like, what I want, what I need and I want you to do the same. If we are honest with each other we can be really happy.”

“Honest….”

“I know it’s a frightening notion for you but with a little practice I am certain you can get a feel for it,” she chuckled. “Now…touch me.”

“Where?”

“Wherever you want,” she said. “Here, let me make myself more…accessible to you.” She wiggled and shifted until she was straddling him in the chair, her knees sinking into the thick cushion and her bottom resting on his thighs. The change in position not only made her more accessible to him but it made him far more accessible as well.

His erection was long, thick and hard as a rock lying heavily against his lower stomach. Her eyes widened in surprise and then her lips curved up in a smile that he could only define as feral.

“Oh, Lucius,” she said on a breathy little moan that made his cock bounce excitedly against his belly. “That is a thing of beauty.” She reached out for him but he grabbed her wrist, halting her before her fingertips could even graze his aching length.

“Maybe you shouldn’t….it’s been awhile…” he croaked. He wanted to feel her touch but knew that if she so much as laid a single finger on him he would come and the most intriguing night of his life would be over too soon.

“Okay,” she said quietly, twisting her wrist in his hand until it was she who was holding him. “How about you touch me?” She held him by the wrist and brought his fingertips up to trace her lips. His hands were soft, his nails short and filed smooth. She could guess that he indulged in frequent manicures, his nails looked better than hers. She dragged his fingertips down from her lips, over her chin and along the front of her throat to the furrow of her cleavage.

“Your skin is so soft…like velvet,” he said as though he couldn’t quite believe it.

“Did you expect scales?” she teased lightly as she pressed his palm around the curve of one breast.

“No…gods, so soft,” he half groaned half whispered as he cupped her and gently kneaded the resilient flesh of her breast. The tiny bead of her nipple perked up and pressed into his palm and he watched in fascination as the other nipple peaked and pressed against the shiny fabric of her gown. She crossed her arms over her torso and grabbed the lacy hem of her gown and with one quick, fluid movement pulled it up and over her head, tossing it behind her with a careless flick of her wrist. “Merlin!” he gasped.

Inches and inches of perfect, creamy white skin was bared for his viewing pleasure. She even threw her hair back over his shoulders so that he could get an unobstructed view. He was a man who enjoyed beautiful things, he liked beautiful clothing, beautiful furniture, beautiful vistas and art…he wasn’t expecting that the sight of his young, muggleborn wife’s naked body to be one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. She was all smooth curves and creamy soft skin colored lightly with shades of pink and peach.

Little golden peach freckles dotted her shoulders, and deep pink nipples topped the creamy mounds of her breasts. Her belly was soft and the shadowed sphere of her navel drew his fingertips lower, unable to resist tracing the little indentation. He watched the muscles of her abdomen tighten and wondered if it was a good reaction or a bad one when she wrapped both hands around his wrist. He somehow expected her to pull his hands away from her, to tell him that he was behaving indecently as any pureblood woman would. He would soon learn that he should never put such expectations on Hermione, he was realizing, pleasantly so, that she was unique.

“Touch me lower,” she rasped, sliding his hand down so that his fingers curved over the smooth mound of her sex where he was welcomed by steamy slickness. Using her hands she guided his fingers between the passion plumped lips to slide over her dew coated flesh. “Oh yes…right there!” she gasped as he stroked her clit using her own fluid to lubricate his touch. She released his wrist, letting him touch her as he pleased while she braced her hands on his chest and rocked her hips back and forth, aiding his questing fingers.

“My god, you are so…wet!” He was staring down at his hand and the pearly fluid now coating his fingers and trickling into his palm while he stroked her. He had never felt anything so…warm and soft and intriguing in his life.

“Oh yes…for you,” she whispered, leaning in to run her tongue over his lips, “I like to talk when I make love, Lucius…talk to me.”

“I can’t seem to make my brain function.” He answered her honestly. His thoughts were erratic at best, bouncing between the delicious feeling of her wet and welcoming sex and his own throbbing pole begging for attention.

She looked down and saw his cock lying heavy against his belly, a shiny smear of pre-ejaculate spread across the tightly muscled plain. It was a deep ruddy color and she could see the veins pulsing beneath the skin. He was so engorged that his foreskin had retracted and the plumy head was visible and weeping. She reached down and ran her finger lightly from base to tip along the underside and watched it pulse and bounce against his belly while he hissed and held his breath.

“You aren’t going to last very long are you?” she asked. There was no judgment or accusation in her voice.

“I’ll try….but….it’s been a long time and you feel so….” He trailed off into a low groan as she shifted her hips so that his finger slid into her. She was so tight, scalding hot and so damned slick and she felt so wonderful around his finger that the thought of sliding his penis inside her made him want to weep. Why on earth had he never noticed how incredible a woman’s body actually was? Because he was a prude, that was why. A big, arrogant, pureblood prude, but that was changing fast as his crass little bride was quickly making it clear that a ‘traditional’ marital bed was not going to be a part of their marriage.

“It’s okay….you have such amazing hands….just don’t stop what you’re doing, okay?” She wrapped her fingers around his wide base and steadied his erection as she adjusted herself over him. “Just keep rubbing my clit…don’t stop,” she gasped as she fit the wide, flared head against her opening and felt the slight burn of his shaft stretching her open. It had been awhile for her as well.

“Urrrrgggghhhhh…..” He groaned, long and loud as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He had never felt anything…..ANYTHING, quite like the silky feel of his young bride sheathing his erection inside her.

“Don’t stop rubbing,” she said, sinking all the way down until her butt was firmly against his thighs. He was thick and long and probably the biggest she’d ever had so taking him fully took some adjustment. His fingertips stroking her clit certainly helped as she reveled in being filled by him. Oh yes, she was definitely going to make this marriage work and she was going to find a way to be happy, even if her happiness was only found in the trousers of the man currently in danger of passing out beneath her. “Lucius….look at me,” she said, clasping his face in her hands and holding his head steady when he met her eyes. She began to move, sliding up and then letting her weight carry her back down with a slow circling of her hips before sliding up again. His eyes fluttered and the room once more resounded with his loud groan. “No…don’t close your eyes…keep looking at me.”

She felt powerful as she took him. He was lost, to her, to the pleasure that she was bringing him. His eyes looked almost panicked and she felt him trembling beneath her.

“I know…it’s okay…go ahead and move…fuck me,” she whispered hotly, reaching for his hand that was clutching the arm of the chair and placing it squarely on her ass. He squeezed, hard and she almost winced in pain but he chose that moment to roll his hips and dig his cock deeper inside her and she lost any thoughts of pain. It was PERFECT, the angle, the size…perfect.

“Hermione…” he moaned her name pleadingly but wasn’t quite sure what he was pleading for.

“That’s good…just like that….oh god…I’m going to come, Lucius, I’m going to come and … come hard…yes, yes….yes!” Her hands went to his shoulders, her nails digging into the tightly bunched muscles as a familiar quiver began to roll through her belly. Bolstered by her encouragement he began to move more steadily beneath her, one hand clutching her arse and the other still stroking her clit gently. “Oh…god…Lucius!” She stiffened, her entire body going taut aside from the sleek, wet sleeve of her sex. Those supple walls clenched and un-clenched, rippling around him as she trembled and shook.

He had no control over his reactions, he dug his fingers into her fleshy bottom and pushed up hard and deep, letting her undulating channel pull his orgasm from him. He had never come so hard or so much in his life. On and on his cock twitched and pulsed inside her. He was dizzy with the pleasure of it, his mind completely lost to the ridiculous pleasure that threatened to render him unconscious.

His head fell back, his body covered in sweat. Hermione went lax against him, her cheek resting on his shoulder, his softening cock still twitching inside her as they struggled for breath. Hermione began to laugh softly, a raspy chuckle that had him grunting in response.

“Oh my…that was better than I expected,” she sighed, pressing a playful little kiss to his cheek.

“Ungh,” he grunted again. Forming actual words was impossible. The witch had defeated him and everything he thought he knew about sex and marriage. He was nothing but a boneless shell of a wizard but he was damned happy in that moment, despite the inappropriateness of being naked in a chair with a witch sprawled all over him.

“I won’t even ask if it was good for you,” she laughed. “Security will probably come knocking to see if everyone is okay,” she lifted her head and smiled at him. “I never took you for a screamer, Lucius.”

He arched a brow and made another Neanderthal noise before closing his eyes and sighing. He wrapped his arms around her without actually thinking about it and she sighed and burrowed against him. He found it oddly pleasant to hold her and wondered why. He barely knew the witch after all, despite finding the most unbelievable pleasure in her arms.

“Mmmmm…that feels nice,” she sighed, her breath tickling the skin at the base of his throat. “I’d say for our first go we did fairly well, husband.”

“I would be a fool to disagree, wife,” he mumbled.

“We’ll try again in a little bit….this time in the bed,” she said softly, closing her eyes and basking in his warmth.

Again? The witch wanted to do it again! He could barely move after doing it the first time! Maybe the Ministry wasn’t really trying to make an example of him by marrying him off to the feisty mudblood…maybe they were trying to kill him nonmono-instead.Honey
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