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A/N: I have to stop working on this chapter. It’s making me nuts. The next update will be five chapters long, so it’s going to take me a while to fix them and get them ready. (But they aren’t long chapters, so hopefully it won’t take forever.)
Chester258: Hahahaha! I’m in desperate need of some magical sperm as well. Glad you’re enjoying the story :)
40—Vibrato
“Money can't buy me love.”—The Beatles
(Lucius) 
Hermione clutched Draco’s hand as they strolled past row after row of libidinous paraphernalia. The excitement and embarrassment dyed her cheeks like carmine; but that impish smile revealed her true sentiments. Lucius couldn’t help sharing a sapient smirk with Snape, who seemed to find her reaction particularly amusing.
Lucius was relieved to see Severus looking so lighthearted. The previous night had been quite the emotional roller coaster, and all of them had been apprehensive about her prognosis; but Severus seemed to hoard the brunt of the blame, grasping for more, piling it all atop his own shoulders as if his personal failings had been the cause of her fainting spell. Of course Lucius understood how Severus felt—having spent the last five years blaming himself for Narcissa's death—he just hoped his friend didn't become so blinded by self-recrimination that he lost sight of everything they'd gained in the past few months. Lucius had seen firsthand how remorse could dig a hole so deep escape became impossible. Impossible unless someone intervened. That was why he'd suggested their little excursion: to lighten the mood and bring them back to center, to remind them all that pleasure was integral to their wellbeing.
And his plan seemed to be working. Smiles abounded on all four faces. Well . . . Snape was more restrained, but that was to be expected.
Hermione looked to be in excellent spirits, which helped ease Lucius's fears regarding her health. Although he had a good relationship with Veronique, he preferred to avoid healers whenever possible. St. Mungo’s had soured his attitude toward the medical profession, and he would be perfectly happy to never set foot in a hospital again. Just remembering the antiseptic smell of Narcissa’s room made his gorge rise. One building should never be home to so much pain and misery. So much loss.
Thank Merlin Hermione was all right. He didn't know if he could bear another serious illness after what had happened to Narcissa. There was only so much one man could withstand. And the thought of losing Hermione chilled him to the core.
He'd nearly had a heart attack the night before when she'd castigated him for belittling Draco, certain she’d decided to leave him and his thoughtless rhetoric behind. And, honestly, it had been thoughtless; he'd lashed out, pent up with unresolved panic, and immediately forgot their new rules of cohabitation. To avoid upsetting her, he'd only been admonishing Draco in private, away from sensitive ears, but it was difficult to remain silent when he saw his son slipping so precipitously. Didn't that boy have any fortitude? He had so much going for him—looks, business acumen, money—couldn't he at least keep himself on an even keel? She was going to get tired of picking him up every time things got a little tough, and Lucius didn't want his son to be the straw that broke their foursome’s back.
Lucius watched the two of them for a moment, Hermione leaning on Draco's arm and whispering about some toy on the shelf. By all appearances she seemed to adore Draco's softness, but Lucius knew there would come a day when she needed a real man, a man she could depend on, one who was strong and reliable. Would Draco be pushed aside for Lucius or Severus when that moment came? How would the group fare as a whole if one of them fell short? 
Would it weaken them?  Or would her rejection be the impetus Draco needed to finally change his ways?
Lucius wasn't sure which answer he preferred. If Draco was stronger, would Lucius become redundant? He didn't want to lose his own foothold in her life. At the same time, he wanted nothing less than absolute success for his son, and seeing him embody the Malfoy ideal of power and control was a dream he’d been harboring since Draco’s birth. 
And that dream was hardly unreasonable. The boy did share his genes after all. Malfoy blood ran through his veins the same as Lucius’s. Their family tree was a bold one, filled with some of the most imposing names in history. Unfortunately, Draco seemed more twig than branch. The smallest amount of pressure and he snapped.
How was Lucius supposed to guide his son in the right direction if he couldn't call out his faults as they arose?
Stop right there, Lucius, a little voice in his head interjected, mimicking Hermione's stern firmness. Don’t start down that path. You're forgetting why we're here. His gaze wandered over to Hermione, the bushy-haired embodiment of all he held dear, his peace of mind. He needed to focus on her. On her recovery. On her happiness. Riling himself up with internal arguments about Draco would only shorten his fuse, and anger was a habit Lucius could no longer afford.
He needed to keep himself in the right frame of mind.
Pushing aside his worries about Draco, he focused on more pleasant pursuits.
Like a new cock ring. Or that nice mink mitten he’d seen last time. Hermione might like a good petting.
Okay, he might like a good petting. Fur calmed his nerves, and after their appointment with the mediwitch that morning, he was bordering on frazzled.
Draco and Hermione turned the corner, and Lucius unconsciously reached out for her before realizing a little distance was probably for the best; he’d been gaining on them since the edibles aisle. Severus and Lucius were trying their best to maintain a buffer between themselves and the “couple,” just in case they were seen, but it was hard to suggest which purchases would be most advantageous without getting close. Lucius had told her he’d buy her anything she wanted, but she insisted on seeing all they had to offer before making up her mind. That didn't fool him for a second; her browsing was nothing but foreplay. And by the smell of things, shopping had been a rousing success.
So far the only thing she’d chosen was an enormous book of full-color spanking art, which Draco was dutifully carting around for her. Severus had wandered off as they passed a room of sex-themed furniture, and Lucius had almost followed him, curious what had caught his fancy; but surely Snape would divulge any truly inspirational ideas so they could collaborate. 
His own attention was drawn to the lingerie section, and he left Draco and Hermione to their vibrator perusal to see if there was anything worth a gander. The store, aptly known as just Dick’s, was a strange melting pot of quality, where outstanding designer pieces intermingled with lower quality swill that didn't deserve to see the light of day. Lucius had to sift through the rubble sometimes, but he was always surprised by their selection.
Surprise, however, could not convey what he felt when he saw the central display. Lucius stopped in his tracks, entranced by the luminous white teddy locked behind a protective glass case. Sweet Circe’s swine, it was fashioned entirely out of pearls. He walked around the limbless mannequin, his eyes dancing over every gleaming inch. The high-cut legs and plunging neckline were elegant rather than tacky, projecting an air of refinement and couture . . . and that thong back would pull the pearls straight up her bum. This is too perfect.
Heading to the front desk, Lucius located the proprietor, Dick Deedleton, with whom he had a rapport. There was no fear of the man ratting them out—his business thrived on secrecy, and he had a strict no-tell policy; Lucius was more worried about other customers showing up before he and Severus could make an escape. Although that seemed rather unlikely. Who went shopping for porn at eight o’clock in the morning? 
Tapping the counter with one manicured finger, Lucius drew the man's attention from his ledgers. “How much for the pearl negligee, Dick?”
Mr. Deedleton, who bore a striking resemblance to an aging Elvis, paused in his column computations and smiled when he recognized Malfoy. “Eleven thousand Galleons, fourteen Sickles, and twenty-two Knuts.”
Lucius had the good grace not to react. “May I see it?”
“Sure. I’ll show it to you myself.” Dick came out from behind the counter, and they headed back across the store. “It’s a one-of-a-kind design from Japan. I bought it at a convention in Amsterdam.” When they arrived at the central display, he unwarded the case and floated down the dummy. “It has this line of diamond clasps that hook it together like a drawstring, and the body is all cultured pearls. The finest quality. The clasps can be charmed to expand or contract to fit the wearer.”
Lucius ran his fingers over the front. “Do you mind if I test it?”
“Test it for what?”
“To see if the pearls are real.”
“Oh.” Dick gestured absently. “Go right ahead.”
Lucius leaned down and ran his teeth over one fake breast. The telltale grit made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Fuck, they were real. Each bead was perfection, and he’d been convinced such uniformity was indicative of a fake; but now that he knew the pearls were genuine, he was gobsmacked by the exquisite artistry.
“Lucius,” Severus drawled from behind him, “are you mouthing the merchandise?”
Snickering, Malfoy raised his head. “Come over here and look at this.”
Severus stood at his side and arched one eyebrow as he inspected the piece. “It’s lovely.”
“I thought so too. Wouldn’t she look fabulous in it?”
“She looks fabulous in anything. She looks best in nothing.”
Lucius couldn’t argue with that. “True, but this could be her ‘around the house’ attire. We could all enjoy it.”
Snape’s lips wobbled with suppressed laughter. “I don’t know about that. She leans toward jeans and joggers, not pearl thongs.”
“Trust me, she loves her pearls. But if she hears the price, she’ll think I’ve lost my mind. I doubt she’s ever paid more than twenty Galleons for any piece of clothing in her wardrobe. She deserves something nice.”
"You don't have to convince me. It’s your money; spend it as you see fit.”
“When I bring her over here, don’t tell her the price,” Lucius implored Dick, hoping the man would play along. “And for Merlin’s sake, don’t tell her they’re real pearls. Just tell her it’s costume jewelry.”
Deedleton shrugged and nodded, apparently amused by the chicanery . . . or perhaps just willing to go the extra mile for a sale of such size.
Leaning in, Severus murmured, “You know I’m not one to lecture, but if she finds out that you lied about how much that costs, she’s going to be livid. Especially after everything she said last night about being honest.”
Lucius sighed. He was right. Dammit. “Fine, fine. All right . . . no outright lying. Just try to avoid the question.”
Dick agreed.
Setting off in search of Hermione, Lucius strode the length of the store and finally found her contemplating the wall of dildos with a pensive Draco. “Have you found anything yet, princess?”
Hermione turned, her smile mischievous yet brilliant. “Yep. These nice furry cuffs,” she said, holding them up. “And this tawse. Do you think Severus will like it?”
“If you mean will he like using it on you, I’m sure the answer is yes. I found you a pretty new teddy to wear. Come and see if you like it.”
Hermione handed Draco the cuffs and tawse and they both followed him over to the clothing section.
“What do you think?” he asked, gesturing toward the display.
“Lucius, it’s . . . beautiful,” Hermione sputtered. “But it looks expensive. How much is it?”
“It’ll be priceless once I see you modeling it back at the manor, those pearls slipping between your cheeks.” Lucius stroked the curve of her arse and gave her his most charming smile.
Arching into his hand, she grinned and asked, "Are these real pearls?"
“They do look real, don’t they?” he said evasively. “And I think you'll be stunning in them.” His fingertips trailed up her spine and tickled the nape of her neck in an attempt to sway her decision. “My pearly little princess.”
“How much is it?”
Blast! She wasn't going to let it go. “It’s rude to ask the price of a gift.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why won’t you answer my question?”
“Because it’s unimportant. You can’t put a price on art.”
“I’m sure the shop owner has put a very definite price on it. How much?”
“A trifle.”
She turned to Severus. “How much is it?”
Snape shook his head. “I’m happy to say I honestly have no idea.”
Wheeling around, she fixed Lucius in her sights. “You already buy me too much as it is. You’re not getting me some five hundred Galleon teddy.”
“It’s not five hundred Galleons,” he said as if that were ludicrous.
“How much is it then?”
“You deserve something nice. Something that’s all your own. Let me buy this for you.”
“No,” she said firmly. “I don’t want it. It’s pretty, but I’d feel guilty about the cost every time I wore it. I’ll just put on the pearls we have at home.”
“What if I say it’s an early birthday present?”
Smiling softly, she touched his chest. “No. Lucius, I don’t want ostentatious gifts; I want you. I’d be much happier just spending time together. You know, sitting in your lap while you read the paper, holding your hand in the drawing room, kissing you every morning. Those are the kinds of things that mean something to me. Little things. Personal things. Not expensive things.”
Lucius knew right then he was never going to see her in that teddy. His inner child wanted to pout, but he couldn't let her see him acting so childish. “I understand. I’m just not used to such insistent gift resistance.”
Pulling him down, she kissed his cheek. “I think I can find a way to make it up to you. Do you have more strands of pearls you haven’t shown me?”
“Loads more.”
“When we get home, I'll see if I can transfigure a bikini out of them. How does that sound?”
It sounded bloody outstanding. “Can you really do that? I didn’t know you were so domestic.”
“I’m sure Severus will help me. He alters my clothes all the time.”
Lucius caught Snape’s eye, a twitchy smile tickling his lips. “Does he?”
Severus shrugged as if his sidelining as a seamstress should have been expected. “Naughty schoolgirls need short skirts.”
“All right,” Lucius laughed, nodding at Hermione with approval. “I'll take you up on that offer. But you have to pick out something for us to play with together.”
Affecting an innocent expression, she touched the toys in Draco's hand. “Are the handcuffs not to your liking?”
Ah! His princess was becoming more devious by the day. He'd make a Slytherin out of her yet. “As long as we’re using them on you.”
“We can discuss it later,” she said blithely.
Severus unsuccessfully choked back a sudden snort, and Lucius glared at him. “Perhaps.”
Hermione’s smile widened. “I’ve always wanted to tie you up and have my way with you. Have you ever had a pearl handjob?”
Severus coughed roughly to disguise his chortle.
Ignoring him, Lucius nodded. “I might be open to negotiations. Why don’t you and Draco take your selections up to the counter.”
Severus and Lucius watched as she led Draco to the till, and Lucius gave the negligee a parting look of longing before setting off with Snape.
“I know something we could do for her that wouldn’t cost much and would be extremely personal,” Severus said, his voice barely audible.
“What would that be?”
“I was thinking that Hermione might need a room of her own in the manor.”
“What are you talking about? She already has a room.”
“I was thinking more of a playroom.”
A slow smile spread across Lucius's face. “Have you already drawn up the blueprints?”
“No, no, just some general ideas. I know how much you get off on orchestrating things like this.”
"I'll start making a list when we get home. I want to hear your plans.”
“We should ask Draco what he wants to include.”
“If we must. Draco probably wants to stock the shelves with bottles and breast pumps.”
Severus glanced thoughtfully at the two youngsters and then gave Lucius an indecipherable eyebrow arch. “That might be what Hermione wants too.”
Lucius stopped him before they were close enough to be overheard. “What all have you seen in her head?”
“It’s too complicated to get into now.”
“Knowing her, that’s putting it lightly.”
“Eleven thousand Galleons!” Hermione shouted, turning from Dick to Lucius, a look of abject horror stretching her face. “Have you gone completely mental?”
Lucius heaved out a perturbed sigh. “I’m guessing Dick wasn’t in Slytherin back at school,” he muttered under his breath so only Severus could hear.
“Extremely doubtful,” Severus concurred.
“Do you think she's ever going to let me forget this?”
Snape’s lip twitched. “Also doubtful.”
“Do you think I should beg for forgiveness and sacrifice my extravagant lifestyle in deference to her Spartan ideals?”
Pulling his hands from behind his back, Severus revealed that he too had chosen an item for purchase. With a knowing smile, he pressed the mink mitt into Lucius's hand. “A little begging might do you some good, but I hardly think she'd require your diamond-encrusted soul as recompense.”
Malfoy carded his fingers through the fur, the corners of his mouth curling with amused chagrin. Damn know-it-all. “Be careful; I suspect she's equally repulsed by cocky Legilimens who’re constantly sticking their giant noses where they don’t belong.”
Severus smirked and began to walk away. “Very very doubtful.”
Vibrato--Creating variation pitch in a note by quickly alternating between notes.
"Can't Buy Me Love" by the Beatles. Written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney and released in 1964. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=srwxJUXPHvE
The price of the negligee is $57,000 in U.S. dollars. I based that on the price of an 18 inch strand of cultured pearls by Mikimoto ($2500). Estimating that it would require about 20 strands to make a negligee, that took me to $50,000. The diamonds, time and labor, and its handcrafted, one-of-a-kind label account for the remaining $7000. Conversion rates were done on the beyondhogwarts Gringotts Currency Converter. http://www.beyondhogwarts.com/cgi-bin/gringotts.cgi
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