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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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- 5
- 6
5 – MORNING

Standard disclaimer – I own nothing in the Potter Universe and am making no money on this work of fiction. See Chap 1 General Warning!

The morning after – I wonder how well they slept. A warning for abuse of body parts which have been over used. Darkness flees.

Christina came awake slowly. The room was still a bit in shadow since its windows faced north, but she could tell the sun was well up. It was sweltering under the covers. She suspected that was due to the male body currently pressed against her back - one whose erection was currently pressing into the crack of her ass.

Gods, but the man was sexy as hell. She silently thanked whatever gods and goddesses were responsible for this match. Someone that found her attractive, didn’t mind that she was barren, and who encouraged her intellectual pursuits was going to marry her. It was amazing.

Sometime during the night, she must have taken off her bra as she was currently nude with a male hand holding her left breast, the thumb rubbing across her nipple. Merlin, she would need to order a case of Stamina Potions just to keep up with him.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I have plenty of potions for us both, witch. Don’t worry - I will not wear you out before we complete our binding. I am just building up your endurance.”

She turned in his arms and laughed. “I did not mean to say that out loud. Good morning,” she greeted him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

“Good morning. Do you have any idea how wonderful it is to wake up with a woman in my arms - a smiling one at that?” he asked earnestly.

“I’m sad that neither of us have had that in the past, but very happy we have it now,” she smiled at him again.

“Well stated, my dear.” Lucius rewarded her with a kiss that deepened as she hugged him tighter and began to rub her body against his. “Tell me one of your fantasies,” he prompted as he kisses travelled down her neck.

“I am in the back of a moving vehicle during the day. Fully dressed, sans knickers, my lover is kneeling on the floorboard, holding up my skirt and licking my pussy until I come.” She had not hesitated or blushed.

“Does he then impale you with his cock, rutting against you until you come again?”

“That is one of the conclusions.”

“And the other?”

“I make him sit across from me and watch him wank.”

“You are a filthy-minded vixen,” he looked at her, slightly astonished. Before she could protest, he continued. “That is a compliment. I like that my future wife is a sensuous woman with a voluptuous body and lascivious mind.” His hands caressed down her back, ending up on her arse. He squeezed the firm globes and ground against her front.

“You are a randy, salacious wizard - I like that in a future husband,” she quipped. “Would you care to share a fantasy?”

“You are kneeling on the bed on all fours. I kiss and nip every inch of your lovely bottom, then spread you open so that I can lick and tease your pucker. Finally my tongue works inside just a bit, and I jerk myself to completion.” Lucius watched her face for a negative reaction.

“You should do that after licking me out. Then there will be some slick liquid for you to lap up.” She stretched her neck and brought her mouth even with his ear. He felt her hand wrap around his cock. Then she whispered, ”You might even be able to use that liquid as lubrication to work just the tip of your pinky into my puckered, tight hole.” When she finished this thought, her lips closed around his lobe and she sucked.

His whole body shuddered as he came. “Fuck. Such a delightfully lewd minx - I don’t know whether to spank your ass or your cunt.” Both of them laughed as they pulled apart.

“You could do both at the same time, if I were standing up. But right now, I need the loo.” She started to climb off the bed.

“Tell me when you are ready to shower,” he instructed. “Meanwhile, I will call to the kitchen. I believe you wrote that coffee was your morning beverage of choice?” He admired the view of her nude body.

“Yes. Cream and two sugars please.” She made her way to the bathroom and gently closed the door.

His hands raked through his hair as he sat up. He summoned his robe as he stood. It brushed against the tip of his cock as he drew it closed, making him wince from the friction. At least now he could use the Frictio Nomen potion his acquaintance had invented.

After the elf delivered the requested hot beverages, Christina cracked the door open and informed him she was ready to shower. He took her coffee to the doorway and she thanked him, taking a long drink and putting the cup on the counter.

“Do you mind if I join you in the shower?”

“Of course not - it is certainly big enough.” Her voice faded as she entered the stall and turned on the water.

He went to the water closet first. As he stood at the entrance to the shower watching her rinse the shampoo from her hair, something seemed different. Lucius studied her body until he finally realized - her glamours must have faded overnight. Of course she would have scars - Muggles were unable to heal such wounds without leaving marks.

She opened her eyes and saw him studying her intently. Crap - she didn’t recast this morning what with all their shenanigans. “Do they disgust you?” she asked, her hands went to cover her abdomen.

Lucius walked forward and knelt at her feet. Their fingers locked together as he held her hands against her hips. “Do not think that.” He began at her left hip and kissed each scar in turn. “You survived.” The tip of his tongue teased her belly button. “There is no need to expend your energy to cover them for my sake.” He kissed her left palm, released her hands and stood up.

They shared a kiss while he reached behind her to pull a hand-held shower head from its holder on the wall. “Hold yourself open for me,” he requested.

“I am sore this morning, Lucius,” she protested.

“And you enjoy a little pain, don’t you,” he responded as the spray was adjusted to his favorite setting - needle-sharp. The combination of pleasure and pain, when directed onto his balls, always brought him to a quick orgasm.

Her head hung down in defeat. “Yes, I do.”

“That is something we share, my virago. Now, let me play.” He knelt back down and waited for her to comply.

Her hands held the outer lips and the hood of her clit open as she braced her body fully against the wall of the shower.

The nail of his index finger roughly rubbed against the tip of her reddening pearl. She hissed at the contact, but a moan echoed in her throat. His pinky teased her entrance and she widened her stance, silently requesting more contact. When sufficient lubrication was gathered, the stream of water was aimed directly at her clit just as his little finger worked into her puckered hole to the first joint.

“Dirty bastard!” Christina mumbled and she clenched around his pinky.

“A quality which you appreciate immensely,” he replied.

“Yes.” Confirmation in the form of a gush of her essence hit his wrist.

Lucius lowered the spray to pulse against his own genitals and his teeth closed around her clit, scraping them against the base while sucking it deeper into this mouth.

Her scream echoed against the shower walls even as her hips thrust back and forth to increase the stimulation. When the pain in his cock became too intense, he opened his mouth and gave her one last lick before standing up.

“Finish your shower,” he directed her, replacing the spray head on the wall. “I have a poultice we can both use after.” With that, he moved under the shower head next to her and admired the view as they finished cleaning themselves.

After they dried off, he led her to the edge of the bed and pulled out a glass jar of lilac-colored cream. “This was developed by someone I trust. It is called Frictio Nomen - loosely translated it means friction numbing. The purpose is to relieve pain in the sex organs caused by overindulgence. Knowing my tastes, there is the perverse requirement that it can only be applied to one’s partner after you have stimulated their already-abused genitals nearly to orgasm,” he explained.

“Gods, that is deviant yet arousing,” she laughed, lowering her upper body to the bed.

“Delightfully so,” he agreed. “At least it provides instant relief and will quell any desires for half a day. Now, spread your legs and brace yourself.”

After she did as instructed, he leaned over and abraded her bright red clitoris with the rough seam of the towel while scooping out a dollop of the cream with his free hand. She sobbed and he increased the pressure against her.

“Now, Lucius - do it!” she cried.

The moment the cream was in contact with her skin, she came. Her hand reached down to snatch the towel from him. “Stand up,” she ordered, as she sat up on the edge of the bed.

The seam of the towel edge was painful as she twisted it around the head of his cock, but his hips reflexively sought more contact. It only took a few minutes before he felt his balls contract and he grunted, “Now”, just before spilling. The resulting orgasm was intense and then the numbing quality took over. He sighed in relief.

“Merlin, he is brilliant. Sadistic as hell, but it works as promised,” he commented as he walked to his closet.

“You’ve not used this before?” Christina questioned in surprise.

Lucius glanced back at her and smiled. “There has never been an opportunity before now.” He winked and turned to enter the small room.

She stood and stretched as he exited, fully clothed. “When you are dressed, join me in the solarium for breakfast.” He kissed her forehead and left.

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Christina knew she wanted to play with the dogs after breakfast, so she threw on bike shorts and a sleeveless top. Tennis shoes stuffed with socks in hand, she went to join him.

He glanced up from The Prophet to watch her take a seat next to him. “Why are you wearing your swimming costume to breakfast?”

Her hand reached up to pat his cheek. “You wizards - Victorian to the core. My swimming costume has much less fabric than this.” She gave him a wink and started eating.

“The other night you mentioned someone named Kingsley. Were you referring to Minster Shacklebolt?” He started on his own plate.

“Yes. I met him in Germany.” She took a sip of juice and returned to her food only to stop and squirm, addressing the itch on her inner thigh.

Lucius noticed this. “Are you having an adverse reaction to the poultice?”

“No, it is not there, just an itch on my thigh. Why, are you having one?” she asked.

He concentrated on his body for a moment. “No reaction, but my shoulder has a twinge. Did you scratch me last night?” he teased.

“Don’t ask me what I did - I was in an orgasmic stupor after we got on the bed,” she quipped, and went back to eating.

“The perfect answer; and you looked surprisingly sexy while in that stupor, my dear.” He lifted her left hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles.

“This morning I thought we might sit and discuss a few things now that our libidos have been satisfied - possibly in the library,” Lucius suggested.

“I would enjoy that. Could we take a jaunt outside first? I would like to see the dogs and the stable. We can save an extensive tour of the grounds for another time,” she countered.

“Certainly we can. The fresh air will do us good. Speaking of the dogs, how did you know the name of my champion bitch? Neither Badger nor I remember telling you,” he decided to jump right into the thick of it.

A guilty look was covered by the napkin wiping her mouth. “Oh, but you must have - whoever it was just let it slip without realizing.”

He leaned back in his chair to study her closely. “No, we used a pensive the next morning to make sure. How did you know?” he demanded.

“You will not trust any answer I give you now,” she started to rise. “I shall leave you in peace, Lucius. My infertility will give you a way out of this.” Her body bent to pick up the shoes and when she straightened, her back hit solid muscle.

“Witch, you are not going anywhere and I am not seeking to end this proposed union.” His arms encircled her and his chin rested on her shoulder. “I am suspicious by nature and only trying to ascertain a motive for studying up on my interests - if that is what has occurred.”

Lucius felt a sharp pain across his shoulder blade at the same time the woman in his arms jerked and let out a cry. “What the hell?” he spat out.

“Something bit me!” Christina exclaimed. “That must be what caused the itch.” She began rubbing her left thigh.

“Let me see - take off your short trousers,” he instructed, only to see a deep blush creep up her neck.

“I’m not wearing any knickers.” She back away. “I will go check it in the washroom.”

“As if I have not already seen-“ he muttered. “Very well, get up on the table and I will Transfigure them for your modesty.” He helped her to sit at the edge.

“It must be some type of spider bite. The pain was like a needle jabbed into me.” Her torso leaned back and she spread her legs.

After the left leg of the shorts was removed, Lucius knelt to examine the area. “Why did I not notice your tattoo last night?” His hand lifted to feel it.

“I don’t’ have a tattoo - what the hell are you talking about?” Christina craned her neck forward to look. “What the holy hell is that? Did you do that?” She looked at him accusingly.

“No, I did not place this mark. You did not have this tattoo before today?” He was confused.

“I have never had a tattoo - I’m afraid of needles.” She stated resolutely.

His fingers glanced over the multi-colored peacock and her moan startled him. “Does it hurt?”

“Quite the opposite. When you touched it, the hurt stopped. Lucius, what the hell is that?”

“I am not sure, but we need to go to the library and check a few references.” He stood and the pain in his shoulder seared. “Shite.”

“What? Are you hurt?” Her voice was concerned.

“Again, I’m uncertain. My shoulder is getting worse.”

“Take your shirt off and let me see,” she demanded. “Not as if I’ve not seen you bare-chested,” she added in a teasing tone.

He had taken great care to shield his Mark from her to this point. He would continue to do so. His right arm was pulled out of the sleeve and the shirt removed to expose his back, leaving the sleeve over his left forearm.

Her breath blew across his back. “Well, other than your eagle, there is nothing on either shoulder,” she advised him.

“What eagle?”

“This eagle tattoo on your left shoulder blade, just here,” she explained while rubbing the tips of her fingers around it. The pain stopped and a pleasant feeling washed over him.

“Christina, I only have one tattoo and it is not of an eagle nor is it on my shoulder,” he told her emphatically, pulling the shirt back on.

Their eyes met and they said “Library,” at the same time.

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Her view of Lucius pulling books from the shelves in the library, chest exposed by an open shirt, was fantasy-worthy. It was very distracting.

“Not as distracting as seeing you on your knees checking the bottom shelves,” he commented without looking up from the thick tome he was perusing.

“Sorry. The filter between brain and mouth seems to be out of order,” she told him.

They met at one of the tall tables, each bringing a book to add to the pile. “Are these all the ones on spontaneous marks?” she lifted several, heading to the sofa in front of the fireplace.

“All that I could think of on the spur of the moment.” He also took several and followed.

Christina sat down, and he knelt at her feet. “Let me take another look. I need to make note of colors and number of tail feathers if I am to look for a match.” His hands pushed her thighs apart.

“You just want to take liberties,” she teased, even as her body moved to comply.

His head moved to study the peacock closely and he smelled her arousal. “You are excited,” he stated.

“Yes, well, that happens when you bring a bibliophile into a library like this,” she confessed.

“Good to know. That information will be filed away for future reference.” His hand smoothed over her skin, discerning none of the bumps or rough patches most tattoos created.

“God, Lucus. Either rub it harder or leave it alone!” She began squirming.

“Are you in pain?” he asked, confused. The pressure from his hand increased, intent on alleviating her discomfort.

She began laughing. “No pain. I feel like I am about to come whenever you touch it.” The harder pressure seemed to anger her. “Stop. That alone is not going to do it.”

He stilled his hand and knelt back. “Sexual marks are very rare and entirely different from those in the books I pulled,” he thought out loud.

Christina sat up and grabbed his left hand. “Take your shirt off. Let’s see if yours reacts the same to my touch.” She opened the button on the cuff.

“No!” Lucius shouted, closing his right hand over hers.

“What?” She looked at him, confused.

“My mark,” was his short answer.

“A wise man recently told me that there is no sense expending energy concealing scars. They mean you survived. I agree with that, Lucius. Let me see,” she urged.

His hand released hers and he looked at the ceiling. “Go ahead,” he whispered.

“As if I didn’t already know it was there,” she groused as her hands pulled up his sleeve. A gasp escaped from her lips. “Or maybe not.” Her hand caressed his skin.

“I know - it is hideous. There is nothing to be done for it, I’m sorry,” Lucius began apologizing in his nervous state, afraid she would be disgusted.

Noticing that he continued to stare up, she gently grabbed his chin and pulled until their eyes met. “How long has it been since you looked at it?”

He was confused that she smiled as she made her inquiry. “I cannot tell you. When I am awake, I am fully dressed. When attending ablutions, my eyes are closed or focused elsewhere. When sleeping, my left arm is usually under the pillow. Why?” He eyed her suspiciously.

“I think we are going to need your pensieve. Where do you keep it?” She smiled again.

“Behind the desk in a cabinet. Why? Explain!”

“Lucius, look at your arm,” she whispered.

“I know it is there. No need to remind me of it.” His tone was angry.

Her hands gently embraced his face. His eyes closed to relish the tender gesture. She tugged and lowered his head. “Open your eyes, my wizard. Trust me,” she instructed.

And for some reason, he did - trust her. Where the feeling came from was unknown, but he had no doubt as to her good intentions at that point. Slowly his eyes opened and took in the sight of her hands supporting his arm, with the forearm facing him.

His tattoo-free forearm.

For the second time that week, Lucius Malfoy found himself seated on the floor - although this time it was in the library, and unintentional.

“How? What…. Where did it…” he stammered out unfinished questions while staring at Christina.

“I have no idea how or what or anything else. Right now, we need to get a few things done. Tell me the name of the one house elf who will keep this quiet for a bit,” she talked to him in a soft tone.

“Nanny,” he said the name and the elderly elf appeared.

She approached her young master from behind. After nodding to the new Mistress, she looked over his shoulder to see what held their attention. “Yes, that all makes perfect sense now. I felt the wards change last night. Did you feel them, Master?”

“Of course I did,” he answered distractedly, now running his fingers over the unmarred skin which held his attention.

Christina introduced herself to Nanny and they bowed to each other. “First, we need to speak of this to no one until we find the cause or reason for it,” she told the elf. “Next, we need the pensieve set up on the desk. Then I need the clothing that is set out on the bed in our room. Finally, we need tea and coffee in here please, and a few minutes to get organized.” Her instructions ended, she turned attention to the wizard still sitting on the floor in front of her.

“Yes, Mistress. Call for me as needed,” Nanny bowed and left.

She settled back on the sofa to gather her thoughts and studied Lucius. He had been a wizard and in the magical world his whole life, and seemed to be shocked to his core. Maybe she should be also, but only thoughts of whom they could trust with this information that could help came to her. There were also feelings of elation that he was now completely free of those dark times. He began to move and crawled to the sofa, laying his head in her lap.

“I do not know how you did it witch, but I owe you everything. I vow -“ he started to invoke a magical bond.

“Not another word from you,” she interrupted. “You will not owe me anything if this was my doing - which I doubt. No one is taking any vows today except whoever we decide to share this information with.” His head nodded and his arms moved to embrace her waist.

“Summon the Precor Filiolus for me,” he voice was muffled.

Her arm raised and waited in the air for nearly a minute until the ancient tome about invoking the gods arrived and landed on the cushion beside them. Then she felt wetness on her leg and realized Lucius was silently shedding tears. A few dropped down her cheeks too.

After a bit, they were sitting on the sofa with hot beverages. Christina had changed into bland white cotton undergarments, a calf-length blue skirt and a lightweight white sweater top. Lucius had refastened his shirt, which he left untucked, but he wore a day jacket over it.

There were a few promising passages marked with parchment in the book between them, but nothing described circumstances such as these. A trip into the pensieve had shown them the moment the Dark Mark disappeared - when Lucius had sucked the remnants of his release off her tongue - was the same time the ancient wards shifted around the manor and their new marks materialized. Not even Nanny could find a book to address that phenomenon and she had been poking around in the family collections for a hundred years.

“You know who I have to contact,” Christina sighed.

“I am not going to subject myself to endless prodding and countless tests - it would drive me mad and now I might not be able to cast Unforgiveables.” He made the light joke and unconsciously rubbed his forearm through his clothing.

She went to the fireplace to call her friend. “I will protect you. Wandless magic always confuses those with bureaucratic minds.” Kneeling on the hearth, she announced her desired connection. “Ministry for Magic, Minister Shacklebolt’s office.”

Percy Weasley answered the call and informed her that the Minister was busy with important matters, he even went so far as to suggest she call back in a week or two.

Her anger flared and she fought not to reach through and throttle him. “Mr. Weasley, you will go to the Minister right now and tell him I am calling regarding a code Alpha Zeta or I will tell your mother what you get up to after those precious Sunday family dinners,” she threatened.

His head disappeared from view. Christina turned to Lucius and smiled. “Officious little prick - I cannot abide half that family.” She turned back to wait. His regard for this witch grew even more.

“Please tell me this is not a true Alpha Zeta command,” a deep voice boomed through the fire.

“If this is not one, I don’t know what the fuck would qualify. Get rid of your little minion and I’ll tell you where I am,” she ordered the Minister about.

He turned away and mumbled instructions, then turned back. “Where are you, Thompson?”

“Malfoy Manor, Main Library,” she advised, then she stood and moved back to clear the area.

“Wha - You are where?” The voice was a little higher now.

“Do not stutter when you Floo or Merlin only knows where you will end up. Now Kingsley!”

The looming figure of the dark wizard came through the fireplace with wand drawn and he quickly took in his surroundings. Library, two people, one elf, no threats. “What is the emergency, Christina?” he finally asked.

Lucius stood. “Minister Shacklebolt,” he greeted, bowing slightly.

“Lord Malfoy,” the greeting was returned.

“We need to show you something, Kingsley,” she began to answer. A nod in his direction and Lucius began removing his coat. “I have been matched under the new law with Lord Malfoy. Had you not heard?” The dark head shook in response.

Christina walked to stand directly in front of him, right hand placed over her heart. “My dear, trusted friend, I need you to take a vow of silence about what is about to be revealed to you. It is for all our protection and will cause no scandal or harm to any of us. I vow this on my honor as a witch,” She held out her hands.

“Only for you, witch. No one else would dare request such a thing,” Kingsley commented. The vow was made, with deep turquoise and white energy mixing.

Lucius stepped forward and pulled up the sleeve on his left hand in silence. The Minister looked at him, then at the smiling witch at his side, and finally looked down. It took a few moments for the reaction. The man took a step backward.

“Sweet Mother Goddess, what the fuck have you done?” was all he said before his body began to fold in on itself.

It was a near thing, the Minister’s bottom only half landed on the chair scooted under his form by the house elf.

And there you have twenty pages to keep you busy for a bit. It seems our couple is never going to have their longed-for conversation. Something always happens. And the mark? My muse won’t tell me what happened, she just keeps giggling and pointing to ancient texts in dead languages looking all mysterious.
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