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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- First as always I would like to thank my good beta Eclectic Pet for helping me bring my stories to life. This is chapter is all about Lord and Lady Malfoy's wedding feast.... what could go wrong?

lexiatel- Glad you are enjoying it so far I hope you continue to as the story goes on!
Gandalfs-Beard- Thank you for the high praise, I do have pride in my Lucius... poor Ginny
agonya- Thank you so much. I am glad you are enjoying it. As for teh overlap, I try to keep it to a minume unless I haev reasons for it. Mostly I have reasons for it.

Lucius-
“This is our wedding feast Lady Malfoy.” I smile as she blushes at her new name. “We will share everything; the chair, the plate, the cup. It’s a symbol of our union.” I explain to her as if she’s a child. “It will be more comfortable for both of us if you relax against my chest.” I add softly as the guests start to enter the hall.
She takes in a slow breath before letting herself rest against my form. When her father sits immediately to my left, her body stiffens once again. I’m torn between my annoyance that she’s stiff and my amusement at her father’s expression when looking at us.
“Must you truly follow all the old laws tonight?” Lord Weasley asked through gritted teeth.
My amusement wins out and I settle my hand on the inside of Ginevra’s knee just to bother him. “Unlike some, I’m proud of our great history.” I tell the man before leaning into his daughter’s cheek so I can whisper in her ear. “I will punish you if you don’t relax.” I tell her in a sensual tone just to make her blush.
She relaxes uneasily into my arms and avoids looking to her side of the family. I glance over to the Weasley side of the high table. I frown as I realize the man has six sons, six! Half of them married with sons of their own. It seems my wife is the youngest of the children, and I wonder if they stopped procreating simply because they had finally gotten a girl. I smile at that, such hard work to have her, and she now belongs to me.
Draco had sat down next to me and is obviously saying something. I look to him to listen. “...in the green dress.” He says motioning to one of the tables as if this is supposed to mean something to me.
I look to the table to pick out the same exotic looking one from a few weeks before. “Have you bedded her yet?” I ask as I realize he wishes for my approval over the girl. Ginevra shifts in my arms and I smirk as she’s obviously listening to the conversation.
“Not yet father, she isn’t my usual sort. I think her and her sister are actually pure.” Draco tells me with a smile of his own. I look back to the table and see another girl sitting next to the first with nearly the exact same face.
“Should I be contacting her father?” I ask with a slight smile on my lips. I know my son would not invite her to my wedding without a purpose.
“Soon.” Draco says with a sly smile.
My wife leans forward in my arms drawing my attention away from my son. When she reaches out to take our goblet into her hand, I quickly take it away from her. “I’ll do that my sweet.” I tell her before bring the cup to her lips.

Ginny-
My heart is pounding in my chest as I feel the Lord’s hand moves down my cheek; and around to cup the back of my head. I know what’s to come next and I wonder what my first kiss will be like. He tilts my head up so I have to look into his darkening eyes. He moves in slowly before brushing his lips softly against mine.
I look up at him confused. I had been expecting him to ravage my mouth the way I’d seen my brothers kiss their wives on their wedding day. “In time my dear, in time.” He says softly which makes my stomach flip with anxiety. He stands and turns us to face the guest before he pulls me up into his arms carrying me back down between them.
He takes me to the Ballroom where our wedding feast will be, but before I can ask where I should sit he just settles himself down in a chair with me in his lap. I sit awkwardly, unsure of what to do as a grown woman sitting in a man’s lap.
“Can’t I have my own chair?” I ask him looking at the many chairs to our left and right.
“This is our wedding feast Lady Malfoy.” He smiles in a way that makes me blush. I had almost forgotten I was now his wife. I was now Lady Malfoy. “We will share everything; the chair, the plate, the cup. It’s a symbol of our union.” He talks down to me like I’m simple. “It will be more comfortable for both of us if you relax against my chest.” He adds under his breath while the guests start to enter the hall.
I calm myself with a simple breath before I let my body rest against his chest, but then I catch a glimpse of dad sitting down next to us and I can’t help but tense. I want to hide my face against the Lord’s chest but I know this will only make things worse, so I watch as people I don’t know come to sit down next to us.
“Must you truly follow all the old laws tonight?” Dad asks stiffly like he’s grinding his teeth.
To make things worse Lord Malfoy sets his hand on the inside of my knee. Is he trying to make my father angry? I realize that is exactly what he’s doing.
“Unlike some, I’m proud of our great history.” He says before he leans in close enough that I can feel his breath upon my neck. “I will punish you if you don’t relax.” He says in a soft voice like he would enjoy the act, and maybe so would I.
With another breath, I relax my muscles and watch his side of the table as it fills. A dark haired woman I remember from the ball sits a few seats away, and looks at me as if I have wronged her in some great way. I can’t stand her gaze long so I am relieved when Draco sits between us.
“I paid the wise man like you asked. He says the potions that you requested have been placed in your room.” Draco says, but I don’t think that his father is listening. “I invited a few guests if you don’t mind. I have some interest in the pretty one in the green dress.” He adds and motioning to one of the tables.
I see two women who look exactly the same sitting there, one in green and the other in blue. They look so elegant as they sit and talk to each other softly. I can see why a man would want to marry girls like them.
“Have you bedded her yet?” The Lord asks and I suddenly feel odd about being able to hear this conversation. Those women didn’t seem like women of loose morals to me, and it seems wrong to talk about them in such a way.
“Not yet father, she isn’t my usual sort. I think her and her sister are actually pure.” Draco says as if he’s surprised by this fact.
“Should I be contacting her father?” He asks making me look over to the lady in green again. I wonder if we can be friends if she marries Draco. She’s my age, would that be odd?
“Soon.” Draco says sounding confident.
I decide to distract myself so I lean forward to get a sip of wine from our shared cup. Lord Malfoy takes it from me quickly, which makes me frown. Why did he need a drink the same time I did? “I’ll do that my sweet.” Understanding comes to me as he brings the cup to my lips so I can take a sip.
I turn my head. I can’t take this anymore. I growl and try to move off his lap. When he holds me more tightly, I take a deep breath. “I need to use the privy my Lord, unless you wish for me to wet your lap?” I ask so he’ll let me go. “Or do I need your help with that as well?”
He lets me slip off his lap at the threat of being soiled. “I’m sure you’re at least housebroken my sweet.” He says in a condescending tone waving his hand to dismiss me.
I flush in anger and embarrassment at his words, but I decide it’s best to walk away before I do something I’ll regret. Being away from him was what I wanted in the first place so I should take advantage of it.
Instead of going to the privy like I told him I needed, I walk out into the back of the manor. I take in a long breath of fresh air. I needed to cool off and give myself time to think. I’d been so focused on getting through the wedding, on saving my family from being out on the street that I hadn’t really thought about the things that happened after a wedding.
I’m married to a man I know so little about. The things I do know are from my father, who hates him. I’m not foolish enough to think he somehow fell in love with me. I don’t think he somehow decided to marry me so quickly because I’m some great beauty. Many of the girls at that party were more beautiful than me.
There is only one reason I can think of that he decided to agree to the match. He wanted to hurt my father. So now I’m married to a man that hates my father as much as my father hates him. What sort of husband could he be to me if our marriage is built upon desperation and hate?
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I jump when someone speaks from very close by. I hadn’t heard anyone sneak up on me. “Do you really think you’re suited to replace a Black?”
I turn to look at the person, and find it’s the dark haired woman, that had been sitting next to Draco. I look at her in confusion, before I realize whom she must be speaking of. The only person one could see me replacing is Lord Malfoy’s departed wife...
“I’m sure I am not replacing her, my Lady.” I say softly, I don’t wish to step on anyone’s toes.
“You have a very common appearance you know.” The woman says looking me over like I’m a bug on her shoe.
“I know my Lady.” I say looking away so I don’t have to watch her gaze.
“Weak.” She adds in disgust. “But he would choose a weakling after my sister. He obviously couldn’t handle a true witch.”
I bite my lip as I feel anger rising in me. She’s gone too far. I can agree that I’m no real Lady. I was raised around too many men to be a proper girl no matter how hard my mother tried. But I’m not weak. I draw my wand before I realize what I’m doing.
“You know nothing about me.” I snap at the woman. Her eyes gleam as if I’m suddenly something interesting to look at.
“What do you plan to do with that little girl?” She asks mockingly. “Wash dishes at me?” She draws her own wand and cackles gleefully. “Do you even know who I am?”
“The former Lady Malfoy’s sister obviously.” I tell her because it’s the only thing I know about her.
“I am Bellatrix Lestrange. Member of the Dark Emperor's Inner Circle. Do you know what that means child?” She asks like she doubts that I do.
“It means you’re a very powerful witch who has gained our Emperor’s respect.” I answer, as my heart is suddenly hammering in my chest.
“Do you know how hard it is for a woman to gain the respect of the Dark Emperor?” She presses with a gleeful smile on her face.
“I would think very hard.” I answer lowering my wand.
“Yes, but you have pleased me little fox.” She says as she reaches out to touch my face. “I may have use for you yet. Now run along, back to your husband. We will talk in days to come.” She says motioning for me to go back to the party.
I clench the wand in my hand more tightly. I knew I was no match for the witch in front of me. Those favored by the Dark Emperor were legendary. I was a simple country witch taught just enough to keep myself safe from bandits. But I couldn’t just let her talk to me as if I was something to play with.
“Scat.” She demands with a wave of her wand sounding annoyed.
“Locomotor Mortis!” I call before I can stop myself. She’s so surprised when her knees lock together that she falls flat on her face.
“You little bitch!” She screams as she moves up to obviously curse me back. She seems to be having a problem being caught in her dress.
I realize immediately that I need to leave before she can curse me back. I run back to the house, thankful that I don’t have heels or anything to get in my way.
When I get back to the high table, I’m out of breath and my cheeks are flushed from the exercise. Lord Malfoy looks up at me with a questioning expression. His eyes run up and down my body before settling on my face. “Is something wrong my sweet?” He asks holding an arm out so I can climb back into his lap.
I bite my lower lip and look away from him for a moment. I’m about to tell him the trouble I got into when Bellatrix comes crashing into the room.
“YOUR LITTLE SLUT ATTACKED ME!” She screams so loud I flinch, and the room goes silent.
Suddenly the room is filled with the sound of chairs being pushed out as all the Weasley men stand ready to defend my honor, but it’s my husband who speaks first. He moves so that he stands between the angry woman and me.
“Unprovoked?” He asks in calm, almost mocking tone.

Lucius-
Ginevra comes running back into the room out of breath and I realize something is obviously wrong. I look her over to make sure she’s not injured or marked before looking at her face. “Is something wrong my sweet?” I ask and hold out my arm so she can take her rightful place in my lap.
She looks as if she’s thinking about what to tell me, she looks very guilty, very something, and I’m very curious to find out what she could have done in the ten minutes she was away. Before she can answer though my dear ex sister-in-law barrels into the room.
“YOUR LITTLE SLUT ATTACKED ME!” She screams at the top of her lungs, making all other conversation in the room stop. She always was overly dramatic. What could my wife have possibly done?
I get to my feet hearing all the men behind me do the same. But this is my fight now, she belongs to me, not them. So I step in front of my bride and face down one of my least favorite people in the world.
“Unprovoked?” I ask just to remind her of the conversation we had had with the Dark Emperor on this very subject.
“Of course unprovoked.” She snaps as she only now realizes the scene she’s making. This will get back to the Dark Emperor, even if I chose not to tell him. “I demand that she be punished.” She adds so she seems much more like a victim than I’m sure she is.
An amused smirk crosses my face as I hear the growls coming from the Weasley men. “If my slip of a wife did indeed get the drop on the great Lady Lestrange I’m sure we will find an appropriate punishment for her crime.” I say wondering if her punishment should be diamonds or pearls. “Do tell us, how she attacked you.” I say savoring Bella’s public humiliation at having to admit my sixteen-year-old wife successfully attacked her.
“Maybe we should discuss this in private.” She says as she wishes to save face.
“Oh I think you have already made this a public matter.” I tell her successfully keeping the amusement out of my voice. Diamonds, definitely diamonds.
“She cast a leg locking curse at me.” Bellatrix tells me through gritted teeth.
“Seems that is a rather defensive curse.” I say tapping my chin in thought. “But if it was unprovoked as you say I’ll still have to punish her.”
The dark woman smiles and crosses her arms as if she’s won something.
“In my time and in my way. She’s my responsibility and you’ll not interfere.” I say to wipe that smile off her face. “Now, I’ll get back to celebrating my wedding.” I add before moving back to my seat and pulling my wife tightly into my lap.
“It was unwise of you to make an enemy out of her so soon.” I whisper softly into Ginevra’s ear.
“She called me weak.” She answers looking away in shame. She was obviously upset she could not control her temper.
I chuckle; this is only good news for me really. If my wife is actually powerful enough to curse someone like Bella, then she’ll be able to give me very strong sons.
“You’re not mad?” She asks in a confused little voice.
“No.” I tell her pushing her hair aside so I can taste her neck. I want to take her to my rooms now and taste every bit of her. Knowing she actually has the fire to curse someone like Bella makes my blood run hot. She shivers in my arms as my teeth brush over her tender skin. I make my way up along her neck only stopping when I hear the annoying sound of someone clearing his throat.
I look over at Arthur Weasley frowning. “Did you need something?” I ask coldly.
“I need you to stop publicly molesting my daughter.” Weasley says stiffly.
I roll my eyes at him settling back into my chair. “Than you shouldn’t have sold her to me.” I say calmly as I pull her back against my chest. “You obviously…” I start and motion to all of his sons with my head. “...understand the basics to a marital relationship.”
That sent him into such a fury that his wife had to take him from the room. The rest of the evening went well enough. Ginevra spent the rest of the time on my lap, obviously not wishing to be caught alone with Bella another time that day. She was rather well behaved and I wonder if that stupid woman scared all her fire away. I was so looking forward to breaking her myself.
When it’s finally time for us to retire, she stiffens in my arms as I carry her to our marriage bed. The final act that will seal our marriage bond is for us to become man and wife with the stars as our witnesses.
Once all were settled at the party I had the elves bring down everything to make our evening more comfortable on the back lawn. My bed is set up with heating charms around it. They even remembered to bring down the potions I had asked the wise man for.
“Are you nervous my sweet?” I ask as I set her down on the bed.
She swallows hard looking to her knees. “Very.” She tells me softly. “I’ve been told there is pain the first time.” She admits softly. Oh, there will be pain for more than the first time. I think how I’ll enjoy making her scream, making her enjoy the pain I give her.
“You’ll learn that pain is not the enemy of pleasure.” I tell her casually as I pick up the two bottles.
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