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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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3 - GREETING

Standard disclaimer - I own nothing in the Potter Universe and am making no profit from this work of fiction. See Chap 1 for all warnings!

Meet the family - how tense did things get? Or will our pair be side-tracked by lust once again before they can discuss dinner?

Lucius patted her hand reassuringly as they approached the parlor. “We will keep things light this evening. Possibly ask them about Hogwarts, and ask her about her family. Do you follow Quidditch?”

“A bit,” she answered, “enough to know the teams and their rankings.”

“Excellent, that will be enough to engage my son in conversation.” They came to a stop in front of the door. “If necessary, I will ask about the region you grew up in - you did seem to wax eloquent in your missives about it.” He winked at her.

“I appreciate your guidance in this,” she said quietly, and then surprised him with a quick kiss on his cheek.

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Christina was comfortably ensconced on the middle cushion of the couch in his study and rolling her glass of brandy between her palms to warm it. The sight made Lucius smile as he stoked the fire. He walked to the humidor and turned toward her.

“Do you mind if I have a cigar, my dear?” The endearment came easily.

“Not at all - if you do not mind, I will join you,” she dug into her satchel and pulled out a flat brass box. It flipped opened to reveal several small cigars lined up inside.

Curiosity roused, he went to stand next to her. “What are those?”

“Small filtered cigars made with pipe tobacco. These have a slight vanilla flavor that I thought would go well with the Armagnac. Would you like to try one?” She held the box open to him.

He thought to refuse; as host he should provide the necessary items. But the flavor combination did sound intriguing. “Thank you, madam.” He pulled one of the cigars out as she lit hers using a smaller brass box with a hinged lid.

His wand flared and he tasted the vanilla on the first puff. “That is very smooth.” Then he joined her on the couch, leaving only a few inches between them.

“Yes, they are very mild. Mind you, they will never replace your Cohibas,” she commented. He was impressed that she knew the smell of his preferred Cuban brand from the brief time the humidor had been open.

“So things seemed to go well tonight considering it was a first meeting,” Lucius started off the post-dinner discussion.

“If you say so,” she fired back and stood to retrieve an ashtray from his desk.

“You do not agree?” he countered, mentally berating himself for his lack of host skills this evening.

“Well, your son is very nice.” She returned and her thigh brushed against his as she sat back down. “I certainly enjoyed his musings on the lack of coaching for the Tutshill Tornados. He seemed genuinely interested in the shamanic magic I mentioned.” Christina patted his thigh and left her hand there. “You have raised a fine young man there.”

“Thank you,” he responded and patted the top of her hand. Lucius took a few moments to relish this; just sitting and talking quietly, enjoying a nice brandy after a good dinner. He could grow used to this very quickly. His thoughts were interrupted by the distant barking of Hickory and Holly.

The witch next to him squeezed his thigh. “Do you have dogs?”

“I’m sorry,” he began, mistaking her excited tone as fear. “The house elves usually bring them in after dinner. I can have them returned to their pens.”

“Don’t you dare!” She jumped up. “I want to meet them - and will warn you, I adore animals and will end up making a fool of myself playing with them.” Her smile was radiant as she stripped off her robe.

Lucius went to the door just as someone knocked. There was a burst of barks as the pair greeted their master and were rewarded with petting and scratches. Suddenly, the male growled and headed toward the couch. “Sit!” he commanded before turning around.

The couch was empty - where the hell, his thoughts stuttered. Christina had pushed the coffee table out of the way and was sitting on the floor smiling up at him. That was the moment his affection began for his match from the Ministry.

“You can release them, I’m ready,” she informed him. At his look of uncertainty, she added, “I adore large dogs; Great Danes, Mastiffs, Irish Wolfhounds, Newfies, and Scottish Deerhounds like these.”

He was impressed how well versed she was with breeds to be able to recognize his - many mistook them for Irish Wolfhounds. “They are rather uncivilized and will climb all over you. Hickory is particularly unconstrained with his affections,” he warned.

“Don’t care!”

“Be it on your head, witch,” he commented and released the dogs. As per usual, Hickory led the way and Holly slowly followed. Lucius leaned against the door jam and observed.

“Hello, pretty boy. Oh, don’t you have good lines and lovely coloring,” she talked softly and stayed still as the dog smelled first her feet, then her clothing. A quick sniff to her face was followed by several licks to her cheek and a wagging tail. Only then did her hands begin petting. “You are a sweet boy, yes you are.”

To his surprise, Hickory laid down alongside her leg and put his head in her lap. Holly approached when she was urged forward by a quiet, “Come on girl, come see me.” After greeting their guest the same way, she settled on the opposite side.

“Amazing,” he muttered. “Obstinate Scotsmen - leave it to them to prove me wrong,” he commented in a louder voice.

“I told you, I have a way with large animals.” Lucius suppressed a small surge of lust when she winked at him.

“Even two-legged ones?” he teased.

“Well, I am on friendly terms with Kingsley - he is rather tall. Then there is Hagrid at Hogwarts - we get on famously,” she responded.

He was intrigued by the mention of the former - did she know Shacklebolt? - and bit his tongue so as to not comment on the latter.

“Come join us. Could you hand my brandy over, please?”

Lucius joined her, sitting with his feet against the couch so as to face her. “I cannot remember the last time I sat on the floor. Possibly when Draco was a baby,” he mused.

“Well, I thought these two would be happier to meet me on their level - most animals are. Now, you never mentioned in your letters that you had Champion Deerhounds - much less that you were the owner of Hickory, recently returned from a triumphant win in Seattle. Why is that?” she asked while giving him a pointed stare.

“Truthfully, I did not think you would be interested. Most witches in my social circle do not follow such things - in fact, very few in the Wizarding world follow dog shows and Championship status.” His voice had a sad tone.

“I am interested, Lucius. Please remember that I am nothing like the witches you are used to.” Her hand reached across Holly’s body and shook his shoe. “Should I use this or are there other t-o-y-s in here?”

He started to admonish her only to stop as she laughed. “Their things are kept out in their pen,” he answered.

Her lips pursed and she studied his face. “Are you against animals - pets - being inside the house?” she finally asked.

Lucius had to think for a moment on that. His interest in dogs started after he was married and there was never any question of where they would be kept as Narcissa held no affection for animals in their home. His mother was the same way. Personally, he would not mind well-behaved animals in the manor. He decided to share all of this information in answer.

“Good. I have a familiar - a cat. She is about ten and would not do well outdoors.” She smiled again.

“And the name of this second female who will be invading my home?”

“Her name is Dot. Have these two been around felines before? Do you know how they get on with them?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” he answered, brows drawn together. “Badger!” he yelled out.

The house elf appeared at Christina’s feet. “Master called?” The elf patted the dogs who had both moved to sit beside him.

“Do we still have that orange cat at the stables? What the devil is his name?” Lucius had not seen the animal in question in ages.

“He is called Pumpkin, Master. He catches many mouses,” Badger answered while taking in the sight of his Master and the witch sitting on the floor.

“Hello, Badger. I am Christina,” she introduced herself and he bowed. “I have a familiar - a cat. I wonder - could you tell me how Hickory and Holly get on with cats?” She gave the elf a kind smile.

“Oh Mistress, they plays all over. One runs, one jumps, they chase. I even find them ‘sleep in a pile some mornings,” Badger nodded his head and his ears flapped.

Her hands clapped together. “Wonderful news - I am so happy.” She crawled over and sat on Lucius’ thighs. “Your elf is very nice, my lord,” she correctly complimented the owner.

His right hand lifted to rub her back. “Thank you, Badger. You may take them back for the night.” He dismissed them without taking his eyes off the witch now seated on his lap. “Taking liberties with my person, madam? What is the cause of such unseemly behavior?” he teased.

“For the first time since all this marriage business started, I am hopeful. I feel good about our match,” she answered, watching his reaction.

“We are of the same mind, then.” His hand lowered to caress along the top of her derriere. “Tell me why you needed to place yourself thusly to share this information?”

“So you wouldn’t run away?” she guessed.

“Try again,” he instructed, leaning forward to kiss her neck.

“To contemplate your countenance?” she guessed again.

“Lovely alliteration, madam.” His teeth gave a tiny nip as his hand gave her a quick swat. “Once more chance,” he urged, gratified that her body gave a frisson of pleasure at the spank.

Christina let out an exaggerated sigh. “Alright, I confess. I was hoping for a bit of a cuddle, possibly a kiss or two, maybe even a little fondling.”

He sat back and admired her blush. “Fondling, you say? And to which bits are you wanting me to attend?” The answer he desired was obvious as he groped one globe of her arse.

“I was rather hoping for a little mutual attending to. Why don’t you remove your robe and jacket?” He was surprised to feel the floor beneath him become cushioned.

Lucius waved his wand and the two pieces of clothing were removed, left to drift down onto the couch. She was already pulling his shirt loose from his pants. “Surely you don’t mean to do this-“ he started to protest but stopped when her bottom lifted off him, only to watch as she straddled his hips.

Her hands stroked along his abdomen up to his chest, where she applied the gentlest of pressure. “Lay back, Lucius.” He complied, easing back slowly. Her right hand moved to press against his muscles as he did and she let out a little hum of approval.

Both hands were on the bottom button of his shirt. “May I?” The look of excitement filled her expression. He nodded his head in approval. Her fingers slowly freed each button from bottom to top of the shirt.

Lucius could only lay still and grit his teeth. Each opened button resulted in little caresses of the skin revealed. First below his navel, then above. And so it went up to his chest, ending with a soft finger trailing up his neck to his Adam’s apple. He could not remember anyone ever treating his body in this manner - and it was the most sensual thing he had ever been subjected to. That is until he felt her mouth on his navel.

He inhaled deeply to calm himself, but there was no hiding the erection he was now sporting. Light kisses were planted along the same line her fingers had travelled earlier. Each one brought her upper body closer to his, ending with her completely prone on top of him and a kiss placed on his chin.

“You are Adonis personified, Lucius,” she finally said. Her body settled back, head turned to rest against his chest.

His arms embraced her as he planted a kiss at her hairline. “That would make you my Aphrodite.” The couple stayed in this position for a long while, each lost in their own thoughts, until Christina broke the silence with a yawn.

“I apologize - it is the hour, not the company,” she said as she sat up and straddled him once again. His hands moved to rest on her hips.

Lucius nodded. “I understand, my dear. It has been an event-filled day.” He felt a tickle below his navel and lifted his head to look. Her index finger was running through the hair below that area down to the trousers. “What are you doing?” his tone was amused.

Her eyebrows wiggled at him. “Theorizing on your tempting treasure trail.” The smile that followed was returned by him, with a wink.

“Your aptitude with accomplished alliteration is astounding, Aphrodite,” he returned. She began to laugh, but the sound changed to a yelp as Lucius pulled her back down and then flipped their positions.

He took advantage of her still-open mouth to take a kiss. His lips molded to hers as his tongue first teased against the tip of hers, before circling it. His left hand was still under her head, where it had protected the fragile cargo during their flip. His right had worked just under the bottom of her blouse and his thumb was rubbing in circles at her waist. The kiss ended and he angled back in order to gauge her reaction.

“I believe it is my turn to take a few liberties, my dear,” he informed her. She began to giggle. “And the source of this merriment?” he requested.

“You will have to forgive me. When I am nervous, funny things pop into my head as a calming mechanism.” He nodded and still wanted an explanation, so tickled her side lightly. “Remember you asked then - my first thought about you taking liberties was; this must be the aristocratic way of saying ‘show us your tits, love’ and it was funny.” Her eyes widened as he roared with laughter.

Of course she was spot on, but it was so refreshing. Here was a woman whose language could be coarse and bawdy one minute, yet refined the next. Along with the fact that she called him ‘aristocratic’, not Slytherin or Pureblood, or worse - well that endeared her to him even more.

He kissed her again and continued the kisses across her cheek to her left ear. “I would like to remove your shirt and enjoy the sight of you only covered by just a scrap of lace. Then I will remove that, and gaze at your lovely breasts before I fondle them gently and kiss your aching nipples. May I do those things to you, my Aphrodite?”

Her head nodded as he kissed down her neck. One quick wave of his hand, and there was more skin uncovered. His right hand slid up her torso and gently grasped her breast through the lace while he continued to plant kisses down her right side. He smirked at her mews of pleasure and pinched her left nipple. The hand waved again and she was bared to him.

“By the gods Christina, you are lovely,” he told her before his mouth closed around her right breast. His tongue teased the nipple and she moaned. Her hips began to move and he slid his body off to the right, where he could grind against her side for relief and hopefully not get carried away.

Her left hand moved his right one and placed it on the underside of her breast. “Lightly scratch here - it is very sensitive,” she instructed.

Head raised, he watched as her tiny nipple grew even more pebbled from this action. His right hand moved down to hold her hip and he leaned over to suck on the tight bud. He did not realize he was grinding against her until she groaned and tried to move away.

“Did I hurt you?” Lucius asked, concerned he had been too rough.

“No.” She was panting and her eyes were closed.

“Are you embarrassed?” His tongue licked her nipple.

“Yes, a little.” He began to place kisses up her chest and neck.

Now he could smell her essence. The problem was obvious; she wanted to engage him in some way, but they had only met today. No matter what they had done earlier today, they would not be making love this night. He would do the gentlemanly thing and offer his assistance.

“You should not be. We have thoroughly enjoyed each other this evening and moved things along nicely.” Their lips brushed. “Open your eyes.” When she complied, he saw the arousal. “Let me offer you relief. I can use my fingers or my mouth - which do you want?”

“But then you won’t-“ she started to protest.

“Oh, make no mistake. I will enjoy it immensely; listening to your sultry voice telling me what you enjoy, your sounds of pleasure, watching you fall apart as you reach completion. That is all I want from you tonight.” He kissed her again.

She gave a groan of consent as her left hand moved his right under the top of her skirt. The waistband expanded to accommodate when his hand moved lower and underneath her lace knickers. His fingers moved pasted the pubic hair - which was groomed short - until the back of his hand felt the wet crotch. He flexed his hand to cup her and she inhaled sharply.

“Tell me,” he urged, fingers began teasing her outer lips.

“I don’t know what I want - gods, it has been so long…. “ she trailed off in distress.

He understood completely. He could no more have told her what he wanted earlier than he could have recited all the Celtic runes from memory. After so long along, it is hard to think in terms of having a partner again.

Lucius put his mouth near her ear again. “I understand, my sweet. We have both been too long without the touch of another.” His middle finger worked up her slit and the adjoining two moved to hold her open. “I do not mind to explore on my own - or you can show me how you like to be touched. In fact, one day soon I will want to watch as you bring yourself to completion.” His finger just grazed the tip of her clit.

“Shit!” Her body gave a slight jerk at the contact. “Rub on it directly. And talk to me - god, what your sexy voice does to me.” Her legs widened in encouragement.

His fingers moved to uncover her pearl and he began rubbing it with the tip of his middle finger. “One day, after you have teased me all day, I bring you here to my study. I sit you down in my chair, placing your knees over the arms - holding you open for me. I tease you in return with light caresses all around your pussy before lowering my mouth to suck on your clit. After your first orgasm, I pulled out my hard cock and enter you swiftly. Your hips grind against me and we find the perfect rhythm. It does not take long before you are screaming my name and pulsing around me, bringing me along with you to Nirvana.”

“Fuck, you are good at that!” she moaned. “I am so close….” Her left hand pulled his out of her skirt. “Hold me, kiss me,” she pleaded.

He thought to protest - that she could at least have an orgasm. Then he felt her left hand move where his had been and her hips began to move. Lucius nearly erupted right into his pants. He groaned as he leaned in to embrace her and began kissing as requested.

It did not take her long to find satisfaction. He was only disappointed that he did not get to watch. She let loose with a jaw-splitting yawn.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“It is getting late. I believe we are both done in,” he placated.

“Not that - for taking control, for not taking care of you. I can do that now - what would like me to do?” she smiled.

“Do not apologize for taking your pleasure when we are together - I enjoy no matter how it is achieved. As to me, I am fine, truly. Next time I will grant you that liberty.” He winked at the last.

For some reason, he was slightly hesitant - not because of size, he was normal sized, if not more. It was the fact that he was uncircumcised that gave him pause - many witches did not like that. If only he had known that is what his witch preferred.

“Is that aristocrat speak for ‘never mind, I’ve come in my trousers’?” she quipped.

They shared a laugh. “Something akin to that,” he fibbed.

Lucius stood up and helped her to rise. He embraced her, taking advantage of the fact they were bare-chested. “Thank you, Christina. For today - and for giving me hope.”

“Oh Lucius, thank you. It has been a lovely day for me as well.” She stretched up, captured his head with both hands and kissed him deeply.

His hands reached under the waist of her skirt and smoothed over the intriguing lace garment below. “Will you wear some knickers like these next time to visit?” his tone was hopeful.

“I think that can be arranged. Maybe in dark green just for you,” she told him.

“And I want to see them next time - up close and on your lovely hips.” His hands fondled her arse, then he took a step back. A wave of his hand and they were dressed.

She smiled, understanding he was using the utmost restraint. “As to my next visit - when shall we meet?”

“Come tomorrow evening - half six - for drinks. Then we will have a quiet dinner on the patio. I would like you to spend the night - just to sleep. It would do for us to see if we can share a bed. After our binding, I would like us to stay in the same room,” he told her.

“Drinks and dinner - yes. Overnight…. What about Dot?” she asked.

“Bring her. Do you have Floo access from home?” She nodded. “Come that way then - ‘Malfoy Manor Master Study’ is the destination. I would like to meet her, as would Badger. He will assist you with her care when you move in.”

“All settled then. We will be here at half six.” She smiled brightly and kissed him.

His hand rubbed her back as he escorted her to the fireplace. “Until tomorrow, Aphrodite,” he said.

“Until tomorrow, Adonis.” She disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.

He stood there for several minutes thinking over the events of the day. Two things struck him; first, she had never given her opinion of Astoria, though he could guess from his daughter-in-law’s cold demeanor all through dinner that is was not favorable; second, how the hell did she know Holly’s name? To his recollection, no one had uttered it. How very odd.

His thoughts wandered to their amatory pursuits and that is when he retired to his master bath to spend some quality time with his hand-held shower and his fist.
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