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Julia wasn’t sure what had happened to Lucius to change his mind about her, but she was glad he had. Ever since the evening of the party she had spent every night in his bed. It seemed he no longer had any desire for them to keep to their separate areas of the house. Their lovemaking had increased considerably, too. With Lucius she had the chance to be adventurous and try those things she had often fantasised about doing without worrying about being seen as perverted, as she had always suspected Nigel would think her had she mentioned them to him. Lucius’ experience was far more extensive than hers and he was always more than happy to react to her tentative suggestions.
For his part, Lucius was pleased that Julia was now relaxed enough to confide her deeper desires to him. He enjoyed watching his beautiful wife as she became more confident, both in their lovemaking and in their relationship. He was always quick to stop if Julia didn’t like what they were doing or it became too uncomfortable, as he had no desire to upset or harm the woman he had fallen in love with.
This more than anything else ensured that Julia’s trust in him grew and made her far more willing to try his suggestions, which at times seemed a little extreme and reminded her of the reputation he had gained before their marriage but often turned out to be incredibly enjoyable for both of them. They were no longer having sex just to fulfil the contract but because they desired each other intensely and wanted to give each other pleasure in whatever way they could.
Now they had been together for just over eighteen months Julia had finally begun to feel at home at Malfoy Manor. Lucius rarely went out anymore but seemed to prefer spending his evenings at home with her rather than on the nocturnal jaunts he had always enjoyed previously. He often surprised her with little gifts; usually beautiful and sexy lingerie that he had fantasised about seeing her in and that she was happy to model for him, but occasionally he gave her more interesting things like books or jewellery and perfume.
Lucius had never told her that he loved her, although to be fair neither had she said anything of the sort to him, and she wasn’t sure whether he ever would, whether he could ever allow a Muggle-born to take such an important part in his life and actually admit to that. But Julia knew she now loved Lucius with all her heart, and every day she spent with him made her desire for him deepen.
Once their relationship moved into this new realm Lucius began publicly acknowledging her as his wife. He regularly took her shopping, something he freely admitted he’d had absolutely no interest in doing while married to Narcissa but was surprised to find that he enjoyed with Julia. There was nothing he liked better than to shower his money on her, buying her beautiful clothes because he knew that if he didn’t she would never spend the money on herself. She was definitely no gold-digger.
He delighted in taking Julia out for meals, introducing her to restaurants he had known for decades and gaining new enjoyment from them with her discoveries. But he took particular pleasure in showing her off to his friends, many of whom he knew were jealous at his luck with his pairing. Some of them hadn’t been anywhere near as lucky in their own relationships, and even those in Pure-blood marriages were rarely as happy as he and Julia were, and were certainly nowhere near as content sexually.
As the months continued to pass the two of them grew closer still and were as happy as it was possible to be, especially considering their beginnings — except for one thing. Julia had not yet fallen pregnant. Lucius had tried to assure his wife that it was just a matter of time and there was nothing wrong about the fact that she hadn’t yet conceived, but she wasn’t so sure.
Although it was true that she and Nigel had never really wanted children, as she had told Lucius at the beginning of their marriage, they had never actively tried to stop conception, either; and during the fifteen years they had been together, at no time had she even had a glimmer of the possibility of pregnancy. While it was possible that Nigel was the one who couldn’t provide children, Julia had always harboured a secret worry that she was the one who was barren. This had never really been an issue before except during a couple of broody moments when friends had borne their own children, and she had soon got over those, more wrapped up in her job than in a desire to have children. But now it was extremely important.
Julia was no longer interested in her marriage to Lucius being annulled after the two-year period was up, but without a child to cement their union there would be no choice in the matter. Regardless of their feelings for each other now, the Ministry would annul their marriage and Lucius would be given to someone else, someone who wasn’t defective and could provide the child Julia couldn’t.

Julia had no expectations where Lucius was concerned. She was just happy to be with him and didn’t need to hear him tell her that he loved her, although she had often imagined him saying it. She knew he cared about her, knew that he enjoyed being with her both sexually and otherwise, and for her that was enough — and certainly more than she had ever expected, especially when she thought back to the day of the wedding and the way he had treated her then. But there was a tiny part of her she couldn’t quite shift that worried that what they had was fragile, something that could easily be lost if she were to do something stupid.
‘My father is completely in love with you,’ Draco had told Julia during one of their conversations, ‘and you care for him too, don’t you?’
Julia laughed self-consciously. ‘I’m not sure it’s love that Lucius feels, Draco. But I do admit I have enjoyed being with him far more than I expected to.’
‘Oh, I know he’s not very good at saying it, at least not to you,’ Draco continued. ‘But it’s really obvious when the two of you are together, and the way he talks about you gives it away even more clearly. Ask anyone, they all know my father loves you in a way he never did my mother.’
‘That’s good to hear,’ Julia admitted. ‘I just hope everything continues to go as well as it has so far.’
‘I don’t know why it wouldn’t,’ Draco said. ‘There’s nothing to come between you, is there?’
Julia frowned. ‘I’m not so sure about that, Draco.’ He looked at her interestedly, wondering what she was talking about. ‘The Ministry expects us to have children and it’s just not happening,’ Julia explained.
Draco shrugged. ‘It will, just give it time.’
‘But we only have two years,’ Julia said quietly, her voice sad, admitting out loud for the first time her fear of what would happen if she didn’t get pregnant soon.
Draco looked at her sympathetically. ‘I really don’t think you need to worry,’ he said reassuringly. ‘The Ministry aren’t that draconian.’
‘I hope you’re right,’ Julia said and then changed the subject, not wanting to think any longer about the problem, although still not convinced that it would all be all right.

As the months marched on and their two-year anniversary grew closer Julia became more fretful and weepy, although as had always been the case in their relationship she tried hard not to let Lucius see this. Now it wasn’t to hide the weakness that he could use against her if he knew about it but to stop him from worrying about her. Outwardly she was still the same confident, happy woman she had always been. Internally she was a complete mess.
In the final six months before the two-year deadline she and Lucius had been making love at least twice a day, trying different positions and different times in yet more vain attempts to ensure she would fall pregnant. But as each month ended with that red stain that proved to her once again that her body was defective, the depression that she had been trying so hard to keep hidden from her husband became deeper and more entrenched.
Occasionally, when she was having a particularly bad day, Julia would imagine that Lucius was perfectly happy with the way things were between them and that his attempts to soothe her weren’t because he cared but that he was just counting down the days until their marriage would be over. He had done exactly what he needed to do to convince the Ministry that they had tried for a baby and soon he would be free of her, able to go about his life with some new woman to provide him with sexual gratification and the child Julia was unable to give him.
She had never blamed Lucius for her lack of conception, as some women would have done, never wondered whether he had done something magical to her to ensure there was no pregnancy. She didn’t need to. Julia was so convinced of her own failure that she didn’t need to look any further.
But now there was so little time left and she didn’t know what to do. Lucius had tried to persuade her that nothing would change between them, that they didn’t need a baby to make their marriage work, and even Draco and Ginny had assured her that the Ministry of Magic wouldn’t do anything to end their marriage when it was so clearly a success, but Julia wasn’t so sure. She remembered what the official had said about how the entire point of the law was to ensure a new strong crop of wizards and she and Lucius just weren’t providing that, however much in love they might be.

Julia clung to Lucius, tears rolling down her cheeks from an orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her completely. Lucius’ hand gently stroked her back as she cried and he concentrated on calming his own heartbeat and steadying his breathing. Once he had allowed himself to care for Julia it had been all too easy to fall for his attractive and intelligent wife.
Of course, there were still occasional moments when the old animosity towards Muggle-borns resurfaced. It was hard for it not to after so many decades of it being drummed into him, but he was working hard at quelling those thoughts forever. He didn’t want to risk losing the relationship that had made him the happiest he had ever been in his life because of some stupid prejudice he didn’t even believe in any longer.
Julia shifted in his arms; her eyes were still wet with tears but she gave him a smile as he brushed the hair from her eyes.
‘Thank you, Lucius,’ she whispered. ‘That was wonderful.’
Yes, it was, Lucius thought as he moved to wrap Julia more comfortably in his arms.
‘We really do make a very good couple,’ he told her fondly. ‘For once I think the Ministry actually got it right.’ Julia’s smile faded at the mention of the Ministry of Magic. ‘What’s the matter?’ Lucius asked, sensing her sudden change in mood.
‘You know what tomorrow is?’ Julia asked, sounding upset.
‘Wednesday?’ Lucius replied with a smirk. He was winding Julia up, of course. He was well aware of the significance of the day.
‘It’s our second anniversary, Lucius.’ Julia’s voice was quieter now.
‘I know that. I can’t believe how quickly it’s gone,’ Lucius admitted honestly. He kissed her deeply, then added, ‘I wonder who would have believed we would be this happy? I know I certainly didn’t.’
‘Me neither,’ Julia admitted softly.
‘I really didn’t want to be married to you,’ Lucius continued. ‘You were right when you said I’d have killed you inside a week if it weren’t for that charm stopping me.’
And Merlin, what I would have missed out on, he thought as his fingers trailed over her soft skin as they had done hundreds of times since they had married.
‘You can kill me tomorrow,’ Julia replied archly. ‘It won’t affect you any longer.’
Lucius gave a gruff laugh and squeezed her, holding her tightly against him. ‘I have no intention of killing you off, wife.’ His voice was deep and low with desire. ‘In fact, I intend to make sure that you live a very long and productive life now that I’ve got you just right.’
‘What do you mean now you’ve got me just right?’ Julia asked sharply.
‘Well, now I’ve ironed out the rough edges, given you the social class and wealth you were lacking.’ Julia huffed but didn’t say anything. ‘What? You can’t deny I’ve given you a much better life than you had before . . . and you’re so much better dressed now,’ he said smugly.
Julia slapped his arm. ‘Don’t be so cheeky. I had a perfectly good life before you came along.’
‘Yes, of course you did. One with a boring boyfriend who was no good in bed, and one where you were so badly dressed . . . well you were,’ Lucius said good-naturedly as Julia scowled at him. ‘I mean, when I think back to all those awful clothes you used to wear . . . and the underwear . . . . ’ He shuddered.
‘There was nothing wrong with my underwear,’ Julia said defensively, feeling the same annoyance rise in her that had happened that day so long ago now, when Lucius had turned on her because of the way she was dressed. ‘I didn’t have the money to buy the sort of clothes you expected me to wear,’ she said quietly.
Lucius’ hand tilted her chin up as his lips found hers again with a gentle kiss.
‘I know. And that’s why I kept trying to get you to go shopping and spend my money. You know I like you in sexy underwear.’ He waggled his eyebrows lecherously as his hand slid between Julia’s legs, finding and rubbing at the moist skin he found there. Julia gave a low whimper of pleasure. ‘Although to be honest, I prefer you in nothing at all.’
Lucius’ mouth covered hers once more as his fingers continued to play, a small gasp of pleasure escaping his lips as Julia’s hand reached for his cock and wrapped tightly around it. He released her from his arms and pushed her down beneath him on the bed, his tongue now licking around her nipples, nipping and sucking as they stiffened beneath his touch.
Julia’s eyes were closed as she revelled in what he was doing to her, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he took her again. Lucius never seemed to be able to do it just once. And then he was moving down her body, kissing as he went, making her skin break out in goose bumps as she shivered with desire. She relaxed and went with it, enjoying as always the feeling of his tongue on her clit — God, he was good at doing that — and then the wonderful feeling as his tongue moved lower, making her cry out anew.
A surge of lust ran through her just as Lucius’ tongue became almost unbearable and she pushed him away, taking over with her own agenda now. Her mouth found his semi-erect cock, teasing and sucking him until it stiffened once more; then, before he could take control as he always liked to do, she impaled herself on him and rode him in the way she knew would give both of them the most enjoyment.
She could hear Lucius whispering her name and it made her react, knowing he was close to climax. But a moment later Lucius grabbed her and with a growl he rolled them over until she was underneath him, where he could control the action better. And then it was only a few short, hard thrusts and Julia was crying out as another climax claimed her, leaving her breathless and panting once again.

. . .

‘What’s going to happen to us, Lucius?’ Julia asked quietly.
Lucius bent and kissed her on the mouth, then pulled back, looking thoughtful. ‘We’re going to live happily ever after,’ he said, without a trace of sarcasm.
‘Are we?’ Julia didn’t sound so sure. ‘What about the Ministry? They said—’
Lucius snorted. ‘I’ve told you before, Julia, I don’t care what the Ministry said. You’re my wife and I refuse to give you up now just because we haven’t yet had a child.’ He pulled her close to him. ‘I’m sure the Ministry are sensible about this sort of thing, sweetheart,’ he said consolingly. ‘If worst comes to worst we can tell them that we haven’t made the necessary attempts to have a child but we’ll make a concerted effort to do better in the future. They don’t need to know we can’t keep our hands off each other, do they?’
He smiled at her reassuringly and Julia sighed, knowing that as ever this was one argument she was never going to win. Lucius wanted to think the best of the Ministry of Magic and she had no choice but to hope he was right. She snuggled into his chest, his steady breathing soothing her and lulling her into sleep.
‘I love you, Julia,’ Lucius whispered into her hair once she had drifted off, his arms holding her tightly. And he meant it.

Julia woke to the sound of Lucius singing in the shower. She stretched out in bed, a smile on her face as she listened to him crooning the old Celestina Warbeck standard ‘A Cauldron Full of Hot Strong Love’. He had a pretty good voice and she always enjoyed listening to him but he only ever sang when he was alone, or thought he was. He was obviously feeling happy this morning. That was another prerequisite for the tunefulness, a light and happy heart.
She supposed she should get up as she had a whole load of work waiting for her that she couldn’t put off, but she was loath to leave the bed, comfortable as it was, especially if there was any chance that happy Lucius would be coming back to it and her shortly. She stretched again. Lucius had turned off the shower and was almost at the end of the song. She would wait here for a few more minutes just in case he could be lured back into bed.
‘Oh come and stir my cauldron, and if you do it right, I’ll boil you up some hot strong love, to keep you warm tonight.’
Finished with the song he had been singing while he showered, Lucius left the bathroom, hoping Julia was awake. He was feeling good. They had made it, without too many problems, to their second anniversary and everything could only get better from here on in. He knew his wife was worried about the fact that she hadn’t got pregnant yet, but Lucius wasn’t bothered about that.
He wasn’t even sure he wanted another child. Draco was old enough to have children of his own now, so why did he need to go through all that hassle with a baby again? Things were perfect as they were — just him and Julia, able to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Even the Ministry of Magic wouldn’t be able to argue that they hadn’t been successful in their pairing.
‘Morning, sweetheart,’ he said as he bent over Julia, enjoying as always looking at his beautiful wife. ‘I’m glad you’re awake.’
Julia laughed. ‘I could hardly be anything but with the noise you were making in the bathroom, Lucius.’ She winked at him as he frowned slightly. ‘You sounded good. You’re obviously in a good mood.’
Lucius joined her on the bed, his lips finding hers for a tender yet passionate kiss as his hands slid under the covers, stroking her lovely soft body. This was something he never got tired of, however many times he did it. Even the first time they had made love on the day they had finally consummated their union, something that neither of them had done all that willingly, he had been struck by how soft Julia’s skin was and how much he enjoyed touching her.
He pulled at the covers, his lips following his fingers down her body, tongue licking around the stiffening buds of her nipples. He always enjoyed playing with them, too, especially when it made her moan as it was doing now.
‘Happy anniversary, darling,’ he whispered as his tongue delved lower, ready to move onto the next stage.
But at his words he felt Julia stiffen slightly. He looked up from what he was doing. Her smile was gone, replaced by a look of misery that she quickly tried to shift as she realised he was looking at her. His heart sank a little. Inadvertently he had ruined her good mood and he knew exactly why. It was so frustrating that today, when they should be celebrating their wedding anniversary, Julia was instead, panicking that the Ministry of Magic was going to end their marriage.
He had tried so hard to convince her that it wasn’t going to happen, that it was just paranoia on her part, but nothing he said or did made any difference. He just hoped that once the day was over and she saw what he had arranged for her, the worry that had brought his beautiful wife so close to depression would lift and they could start on the next chapter of their life together, no longer worried about the Ministry or what it thought.
There was little point in continuing with the seduction for the moment as Julia’s mind was no longer on abandoning herself to him, but he was sure he could fix that. He moved back to kiss her lips again, his hand stroking her face, then he left the bed and made his way rapidly across the room to his wardrobe. He opened the door, looked inside, and grabbed the box he had stored in there previously, closing the door once more before heading back towards the bed. He sat down and looked lovingly at Julia as he offered her the box.
‘Happy anniversary, my love,’ Lucius said sincerely. ‘I got this for you.’ Julia looked at the box for a moment without saying anything. ‘Well, take it,’ Lucius urged. He smiled at her again.
Julia reached out to take the box. She was feeling tearful again. Partly it was because of the present Lucius had bought her as she hadn’t been expecting anything, but mainly it was because of the cold knot of fear that was filling her stomach with dread and making her feel sick. As much as she didn’t want it to be, today was the day her marriage was going to end. She had forgotten about that when she had woken as Lucius’ song had put the miserable knowledge out of her mind for a moment. But his reminding her about their anniversary had brought it all flooding back and she had to work hard to not just pull away from him and burst into tears.
She looked down at the box she was holding, then back up at Lucius. He was watching her expectantly, a look of delight on his face. Whatever the present was, he was pleased by what he had bought her and he thought she would be, too. She slowly unwrapped the gift then lifted the lid of the small box, her breath exhaling loudly and her heart fluttering as she looked at the exquisite item lying on the bed of black velvet. She reached into the box and pulled it out, looking at it with wonder.
‘I thought it was about time you had a proper wedding ring, not that crappy thing the Ministry gave you,’ Lucius said gently as Julia turned the beautiful gold band in her fingers. ‘I should have given it to you before really, but it seemed a bit more romantic to wait for today.’
Julia didn’t know what to say. There was a lump in her throat and tears in her eyes. The gift was perfect . . . but it was also a complete waste. After today . . . .
‘Here,’ Lucius said excitedly, taking the ring from her as he broke her out of her reverie. ‘It’s engraved inside.’ He showed her the inscription within: their initials followed by the date of their wedding and the words hearts entwined forever in a flowing script bookended by hearts filling out the rest of the ring.
He took hold of Julia’s hand and gently removed the dull silver ring that had been there for the previous two years from her finger and placed the new ring onto it, then kissed her hand.
‘I love you, Julia,’ Lucius told her honestly. ‘Thank you for making me happier than I ever imagined I could be.’
He kissed her before she had a chance to respond and pushed her down beneath him once again, knowing this time he would be more successful with his seduction. He could feel Julia’s heart beating faster than normal and her sighs of pleasure as his fingers trailed down between her legs, stroking her as his mouth found a stiff nipple once more. Now he had taken her mind off the Ministry it was time to make sure the thought didn’t return, and he knew exactly what to do.
Slowly he kissed his way down her body, enjoying the warmth and feel of her skin, happier still once he reached the soft, wet area between her legs. His tongue circled the already stiffening bud of her clit with a sigh that matched the one Julia made. Lower still he went, teasing and licking, enjoying hearing the noises he was eliciting from his wife.
It didn’t take much before her sighs turned to something louder as she writhed beneath him, crying out as she climaxed. And then he was inside her, filling her wonderful body with his hardness and enjoying, as he always did, the feel of her wrapped around him, slick and warm and oh so soft.
He gasped as her hands raked down his back, pulling him to her as they moved against each other in perfect rhythm, moving the route they had travelled together so many times before. By the time he too had climaxed, they both bore the marks of their lovemaking, the love bites that both inflicted upon each other so easily bruising their pale skin.
‘I should get up,’ Julia said, sounding as if it was the last thing in the world she wanted to do, once she had finally recovered enough to talk.
Lucius looked lazily at the clock. ‘The house-elves will be bringing us breakfast in bed shortly, so I wouldn’t bother just yet.’ He leant over and kissed her tenderly, ‘Anyway, why so eager to get away from me?’
Julia stroked his face, pushing his hair off it. ‘Not eager to get away, I just have work to do . . . unfortunately.’
‘Not today, you don’t,’ Lucius told her. ‘It’s our anniversary and we are not spending it working. I’ve got far better things planned.’
He had just pulled her to him for another kiss when the house-elves appeared with their breakfast trays, cutting short the romantic interlude. Julia looked at the specially prepared tray containing all her favourite foods and a wave of love for Lucius rushed through her, rapidly followed by one of sadness at what she was still sure was to come.
She looked down at her hand as she ate. The ring was beautiful, a truly romantic gift, and Lucius had finally told her that he loved her, something she had never really expected to hear from his lips. Perhaps she was being overly pessimistic about the Ministry of Magic. Whatever the case, there was no point in worrying about it for the time being. Lucius obviously intended to make their day special and Julia had no intention of ruining it with her depressing thoughts.

Lucius had left Julia in the bedroom putting on her makeup, knowing that if he stayed they would probably end up back in bed rather than going out as he had planned. He intended to take Julia shopping after which they were going to be meeting Draco and Ginny for lunch in Diagon Alley, followed by a leisurely afternoon during which he was hoping some more lovemaking would feature before they went out to dinner at the Black Dragon, one of the most exclusive wizarding restaurants in the country.
He glanced briefly at the pile of letters that had been left on his desk. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait until tomorrow although while he was waiting for Julia to get ready he might as well open them. He swung into his chair and picked up the top envelope, sliding his finger under the seal to open it. He pulled out and scanned the letter before discarding it. It was a pointless circular. The second turned out to be a bill, and that too was discarded without much interest. He looked at the third letter rather more carefully. It was a plain envelope and he had no idea who it was from. He turned it over and felt a sudden lump of ice in his stomach as he recognised the Ministry of Magic seal. He dropped the envelope back onto the table as if it had burnt him.
For a moment Lucius thought about not opening it, throwing it into the fire to destroy it or just leaving it until tomorrow, but now he had seen it he knew he had to open it. It was ridiculous, but Julia’s stupid paranoia had somehow infected him, if he didn’t find out what the letter contained it would worry away at him all day and completely ruin the celebrations he had planned. That couldn’t be allowed to happen. This day was for Julia — for him to finally show her just how much he appreciated and loved her — and he wasn’t about to let the blasted Ministry of Magic ruin it. Taking a deep breath, he opened the envelope and pulled out the folded parchment.
When Julia came to find him fifteen minutes later she encountered a Lucius that she hadn’t seen for many months. He was cold, imperious and, she could tell, absolutely furious. She had no idea what had happened or whether she had done something to cause his transformation, but the re-emergence of old Lucius put that knot of fear back into her stomach.
‘So, what have you got planned for us for today?’ she asked, trying to keep her voice light and unconcerned, pretending she hadn’t spotted Lucius’ change in mood. ‘Or is it a surprise?’
For a few seconds Lucius didn’t respond, still trying to quell the rage within him, but then he managed to say, ‘We’re meeting Draco and Ginny for lunch.’
Julia gave a weak smile. ‘That’s nice. It will be good to see them.’ She could still feel the knot, heavy in her stomach, and wished Lucius would say something . . . anything . . . that would make the fear dissipate.
‘We have to visit the Ministry of Magic before we meet them.’ Lucius’ voice was calm and controlled, showing no sign of emotion.
Julia felt her stomach lurch. ‘Oh.’ She sounded upset.
Lucius stood up and moved around the desk to take her in his arms, holding her tightly. He kissed her hair.
‘Don’t worry, Julia, I’m not going to let them part us,’ Lucius told her, his voice more tender now. ‘It’s just a standard appointment to discuss what happens now the two years is up. I expect they’ll remind us that we can kill each other now.’ He gave her a grin, but when he realised that Julia wasn’t in the mood to be light-hearted he added, ‘I’m sure the Ministry will be perfectly reasonable about all this once we talk to them, darling. But we do need to get it sorted so it’s not hanging over us and as we’re heading that way anyway, we might as well get it out of the way sooner rather than later.’
Julia wasn’t entirely sure she agreed with Lucius that the Ministry would be so helpful, but he was so sure he could sort it out and he was right that it would be like a spectre hanging over them and would definitely ruin their day, so she plastered a smile on her face and gave him a squeeze.
‘You’re right, we might as well go and get it out the way,’ she agreed, trying to sound chipper. ‘Then we won’t have to worry about it anymore.’
Lucius pulled her to him for a deep, sweet kiss before releasing her and taking her hand.
‘It’s going to be all right,’ he promised with a smile, but as soon as she looked away the smile was gone to be replaced once more by the icy cold look.
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