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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
7 - PLOTTING

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

Now we get down to it, how strongly does our couple agree, and what do they have in common besides mutual lust?

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Christina complained about the number of clothing changes and the extra work for the elves. “We are not going to put on new outfits for each meal of the day, much less for tea or outdoor activities. It is ridiculous and the rest of world does not do it.”

“The rest of the world are not Malfoys,” was his only comment.

“The battlements of your home will crumble if you wear the same outfit from lunch until I strip you at bedtime?” she flippantly asked.

“Our home,” he corrected automatically. “No, the house will not collapse around us. It is just the way things have always been done.”

“Without being indelicate, this is a new age and change is afoot.”

“Indulge me today and we will debate the issue later this week, I promise.” Lucius finished pulling his boots on and stood to put on his suit coat.

“Fine, but be warned - this dress is the last of the clothing I brought with me. Any more outfit changes, and I will have to return home.”

Lucius felt a small flair on his shoulder. He did not like that the witch thought of anyplace else as home. Quietly, he led her down to the library and called an elf, giving instructions for tea later.

“You have heard of this invocation of the Ancient Ones that Mary spoke of earlier?” she started straight to it while studying books on the nearest shelf.

“Many years ago, before I went off to Hogwarts. It is a fairy tale and easily dismissed once one reaches adulthood. Even my great-grandfather’s generation looked up the story as such.”

“So how long has it been since this occurred?”

“Three or four hundred years at least,” he answered, giving her a pointed look.

“Oh, we are so screwed. No one is going to believe that this has happened to us. Given my friendship with the current Minister, and my work background, coupled with your past activities; it will be very messy with lots of bad press,” Christina told him.

“That is not necessarily so. Much depends on how and when the information is presented. Not much has been written about the law yet - the notices containing matches only started going out ten days ago. Bindings are not required until the end of the year. If we do not announce the Invokation until after the marriage, there is a possibility that it will be lost in the plethora of all the other unions occurring.” He had watched her nod in agreement to his words.

“That might work. My attorney is the only person who knows I have even been matched - well, except for Kingsley and Mary learning of it today. Who else have you told, besides Draco and his wife? And, is there a law in place that requires us to tell anyone of this happening?” Christina asked.

“I have told no one else save for my attorney at the family law firm. He can check regarding such a law - or yours can,” he answered.

“The law firm you use is centuries old and possibly has more resources to check on such things. I trust my lawyer, but she has a small office, with three support staff. I do not want to see her office overwhelmed if this becomes known to the public.”

“I shall ask them to check on the legal aspect of things, then,” he assured her. “Earlier, the Minister led me to believe he is going to work at getting the law amended. He realizes there are some shortcomings regarding the wording. It would be best if we were long-bonded before that occurs.”

“Are you sure the reasoning for that is coming from above your belt, rather than below it?” Her eyebrow cocked at him.

Lucius chuckled. “Not entirely. There is no doubt that we are sexually attracted to each other. There are other aspects to our interactions, though. You are well-read and speak eloquently. It is the whole person I am attracted to,” he confessed.

She smiled at him. “I feel the same way. Plus, if we were already bonded before any aspect of the law is changed, we were only doing our duty as magical citizens and following the orders of our Ministry,” she pointed out.

“True. We are nothing but loyal citizens in this new age.” He winked at her.

“I hate giving into the faults of my gender, and want you to understand that flowers and jewels mean nothing to me, but a proper proposal with an engagement ring is something I would like,” she told him, looking away and blushing.

Lucius walked to where she stood and embraced her. “Yet again, your attitude and words give me proof that you are not like any witch I have ever known.” His lips planted a soft kiss on hers. “We will do everything in the traditional way, including a proposal and a ring, even if it is at an accelerated pace,” he assured the witch in his arms.

She backed away from him and went to sit on the sofa. “What other issues do we need to tackle?”

“The things that we will be asked once our engagement is announced; what reaction we each had to the match, twaddle about hopes for children in the future, how our families are accepting the news. I will discuss Mary’s findings with Draco tomorrow. If it is Invokation, we will have his full support.”

“And Astoria?” She was curious as to his thoughts on the young woman.

“She is Pureblood. She will do as Draco tells her,” he said resolutely.

“Oh really?”

“Of course. The husband is the head of the family and makes the decisions on such things,” Lucius explained.

Christina stood up. “I believe it would be best if you contested this match on the grounds of my infertility, Lucius. It has been enjoyable, but this is not going to work.” She walked towards the door.

His feet hurried to catch up with her. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him. “What in the name of Merlin are you talking about? One minute we are discussing our binding and the next you are leaving - why?” he demanded.

“I am not like any witch of your acquaintance. I will not be dictated to by my husband. It is a new millennium, wizard. Women are allowed to read books and vote around the world. They even run countries, fight in wars and win international prizes for the work they do in literature, science and art.” Her hands rested on her hips.

“I do not understand. You were agreeing with me up until we discussed Astoria. What changed?”

“Do not ever mistake my deference to you on matters outside of my purview as total submission to the Lord of the Manor just because you are a man. I would expect you to allow me to lead in matters that were beyond your experience,” she explained, “and to never make decisions for us both without consulting me.”

His shoulder began to burn and he let go of her to rub it. “Please, let us sit and discuss this, Christina. I promise to work on reigning in my overbearing manner,” Lucius implored her, moving to the sofa.

“Are you hurt? What is wrong with your shoulder?” Her voice was concerned.

“Just a stabbing pain near my mark.”

She moved behind the sofa to rub his shoulders. “I confess, my mark has begun to act up. Apparently, we are not meant to disagree. That is a cruel thing for the Ancients to impose upon two strong-willed individuals.”

“I do not think that is the point the marks are trying to make. It seems that when I am suspicious, as I was this morning at breakfast, or when my anger flares as it did just now, they act as a reminder,” he shared with her.

“That makes more sense. Oh, I need to sit down. My legs are beginning to shake,” she told him, moving around to sit on the cushion next to him.

“Allow me to offer some relief for your pains as well, indelicate as it is,” he said, moving his hand to rub her thigh over her dress lightly. After several minutes, she seemed less pale. “Better?”

“Much better - thank you. Well, as far as reaction from my family we are safe. I have none. Both of my adoptive parents have passed and I am not close to the remaining relatives on either side. In fact, there has been no contact since before I moved here,” she told him.

“We do not have any immediate family. The Blacks and my parents have all passed. There may be second or third cousins around, but there is not anyone we have ever socialized with on a regular basis. I have a few acquaintances from my school days that I do business with occasionally, but only one close friend from school,” Lucius explained.

“Will I meet this friend?”

“I am sure at some point he can be persuaded to come for dinner. He enjoys drinking the good brandy I stash away,” Lucius groused.

She laughed. “As if you care what he drinks when he comes over. As to our hopes - that is a tricky one to answer while sidestepping the issue of children. Possibly we could say that we are happy with the match the Ministry has made and are adjusting to married life as any couple would do,” Christina offered.

“That is quite good. You are bound to be asked about my dubious background - what is your thought on that?” he asked.

“You have paid your debt to society for your actions, and now that is in the past. I only see the man you are today. You will be asked about mine, so I supposed I should share a bit about me,” she said.

“I had wanted to ask you several things, but seem to get distracted when you are near me,” he finished rubbing her leg and gave her cheek a quick kiss. “Understand that whatever your past deeds, they make no difference. We should be candid with each other - knowledge is power,” Lucius explained.

“Right, then. I was adopted when I was 5 months old - on Christmas Eve - by an older couple that had tried for many years to have children. From what my attorney and I have been able to piece together, it was a rather shady deal. Much of the paperwork needed to make things legal are missing or never existed. Detailed study of what few documents I do have reveal that my last name was changed, from Thomas - my birth name - to Thompson - my adopted name” she confessed.

His brain reeled. “Wait! The Thomas family in Ireland had a little girl who disappeared when she was only a few months old. Christina - that is a Pureblood family!”

“Yes, I realize they were Pureblood. My lawyer worked very hard to find a surviving member of the family about three years ago. One was found and we had a Half-Blood medical doctor do tests - it appears that I am the only heir of the Irish Thomas family. The healer took a vow not to disclose this information. The relative was told it was no match. Kingsley is the only other person who knows. That is how I got money to start investing in small businesses.”

Lucius was shocked by this revelation. He had thought she was not even born of magical parents on either side.

“On to my work history. In college, I started working for the Muggle equivalent of the Aurors - sending units where needed. After that, I worked in several states doing the same thing before finally getting training to work as an enforcer myself. At a training class near the national capital, I met some federal agents that were akin to Drummond’s group. They recruited me and I was taught the gray areas of international work.

“My first assignment was working in eastern African nations before the first war in the gulf - Desert Storm. I developed a lot of contacts throughout the region. Jobs have also taken me to Central and South America, Mexico, and all around Europe. Working undercover in the diplomatic corps in Germany is how I met Kingsley. I had heard whispers here and there about some elite group out of Britain. I forget now what we were even collaborating on, but Kingsley and I were out after midnight tracking someone and got into a tight spot. He grabbed me and drew his wand, telling me to just hang on.

“That was the first time my magic manifested. I kept thinking ‘goddess, get us far away from here safely’. The next thing I know, we are standing in the back alley leading to what I now know is the Ministry.” She called an elf to bring tea early.

“Did he tell you where he was trying to Apparate to?” Lucius wisely asked.

“The alley behind the German Auror office,” she confessed. “It took quite a while to explain to his supervisor how we ended up back in London!” They both laughed.

“Your use of magic is wandless. How long have you known about it?”

“About ten years or so. And yes, much of what I do is without a wand - I did not get one until I moved here,” she answered.

“That is astonishing - that you are so accomplished this quickly.”

“Augusta thinks it is because I was an adult with an open mind and always pushed myself once I started casting spells.”

“Augusta? Longbottom?” Lucius was surprised. The old harridan did not get on with anyone.

“Yes. Kingsley asked her to assist me with assimilating into the magical world in Britain. She is the one who referred me to tutors for private instruction. We get on famously - much to the surprise of anyone who hears that I am acquainted with her. I cannot imagine why, she is a lovely lady and just crusty enough that we laugh at the same things,” she confided, giving him a big smile.

“Crusty is a polite way of putting it. I am glad that you got some guidance and were able to make use of her varied experience in our world. None of this exposes any problems with work you have done - or am I not understanding what you did?” Lucius asked.

She sighed and stopped to pour tea for each of them. “I have had to shoot people in self-defense. More than a handful. Most were just wounded, but a few died. And there was one person I was ordered to kill.” Her eyes studied his reaction to this.

“In that regard, you were working for the greater good, yes?”

“Depends on who you ask and which side you are on. There never seems to be definitive winners in cases where assassination and intrigue are used to make a point. After all that, I requested reassignment to the national capital to work in the office,” she answered, looking sad.

“Then how did you get injured? Surely the enemy doesn’t storm into an office building,” Lucius asked.

“I was on my way home and going to catch the train. Some crazy man with a gun decided that was the day he was going to shoot someone. I just happened to be in the line of fire.” She shrugged.

“Do they not have magical healers in the Colonies?” He was curious.

“There was no one who knew of my abilities. Kingsley was one of my emergency contacts, but by the time he was reached through channels, I had been through surgery and in the hospital for several days. Since he was not a blood relative, they refused to release me to him so that I could get cared for at St. Mungos.” Christina blushed and turned back to her tea.

Lucius scooted next to her and rested on arm across her shoulders. “I am sorry that you had to go through that alone, my dear, but am overjoyed that you got out of your profession safely, considering the danger in dealing with such things.” He kissed her cheek.

Her body molded against his. “That makes two of us. There were times when I did not think another sunrise was in my future.” His cheek rested against the top of her head. “Does that answer most of the questions you had?”

“You have aptly covered all of them and more. Thank you for confiding in me. I will not share your story - it is yours to tell whomever you choose,” he assured her.

“The information everyone will be clamoring for will be my blood status. That is the one topic I would like for us to avoid - possibly using the excuse that my being adopted precludes knowing. I really do not have the patience for dealing with most women in your social circle. There are no illusions that they will leave me alone if it comes out - afternoon teas and luncheons where my attendance is demanded will abound. The very thought of dealing with those insipid, sycophantic witches makes me ill,” she told him.

“Amazing,” he commented, squeezing her shoulder. “If I could not see you, I would swear Augusta was right here in the room.”

She sat up and smacked his thigh. “If you disagree, then you can go visiting in the afternoons with the women.”

“I never stated that you were wrong,” he placated her. “In fact, your description is accurate.” He smiled.

Their attention was draw to the fireplace by an incoming call. Lucius went to answer it and returned with the Minister and the Unspeakable.

More tea was brought and all four were seated. Kingsley started the conversation.

“The Chief Witch of the Wizengamot is calling together two dozen members to vote on the committee which will review all the current matches and then tackle the remaining ones,” he told the group. All three nodded in approval. “Mrs. Weasley found it necessary to resign her post to care for grandchildren since her daughters-in-law and her daughter have all decided to seek employment outside of the home.”

“Thereby saving hundreds of matches from ending in divorce, or worse,” Christina quipped. “Mary, you seem fit to burst - what news do you bring?”

“I have found that even with the Department of Mysteries, there are hidden subsections and secrets only revealed on a need-to-know basis! Only after I contacted my supervisor for assistance with our mystery today did I learn that there are several books of records that are kept by semi-retired Unspeakables,” she told them.

Before the Minister could ask, she cut him off. “I cannot tell you everything that is recorded, but there is a book of Invokation that dates back farther than we can imagine. Let’s just say that the Wizarding world calendar is about three thousand years ahead of the Muggle one.

“Christina, your name appears with Lord Malfoy’s as being matched by means of Invokation. The enchantments on the book are at least hundreds of years old and are definitive proof that your marks are genuine.” Mary told her.

The couple sat in silence a few minutes as the news was processed. Finally Lucius broke the quiet.

“Is there much information available about what affects the marks?” he asked.

“The records are sporadic. I have brought a copy of the translation from diaries of a couple in early Rome. There are also a few Ministry documents dating back to the year 400, with detailed notes about various couples and what effects they reported. Most interesting to me was the lengthy report on the last couple to experience this phenomenon; they lived only a hundred years ago,” Mary replied, handing a satchel to Christina.

At this, the other three gave surprised looks. “So it is not required to report such an occurrence to the general population.” Lucius observed.

“My supervisor and several members of the Wizengamot would prefer that the information be shared in hope that it will placate the couples being matched, but no - it is not required by tradition or by law,” she provided.

The couple turned to study each other for a few minutes. The Minister found this very odd - it seemed as if they were communicating without talking. Suddenly they nodded and Lucius turned to the guests.

“We would prefer to keep it to ourselves for now. Possibly after the formal binding ceremony we will let the Ministry share the information with its citizens,” he proclaimed.

“Do we even need a ceremony with these marks and the match being recorded already?” Christina finally broke her silence.

Kingsley cleared his throat. “There is some debate in the legal community when such things happen. While it is undeniable that the magic has spoken and the bond is present, for legal purposes nearly all agree that a formal ceremony with paperwork to please the Ministry in general is preferable. It does not have to be a large or elaborate affair,” he answered, understanding her abhorrence of such affairs.

“The few times I have known of second ceremonies for a witch or wizard after the death of a spouse or the rare divorce, the binding was done simply with only a few witnesses and an officiant,” Lucius added.

“Oh,” Christina responded. “Good then, I was not looking forward to having a large wedding to plan and deal with.”

Mary stood up and prompted the other witch to join her. “Let’s go to one of the tables and I will show you how I have these papers organized.” The two wandered to the other side of the room.

Lucius looked at the Minister, eyebrow cocked in inquiry. Kingsley shook his head. “I have no idea what that is about. Unspeakables are very close-mouthed and Mary is no exception. The only thing she told me before we arrived is that the binding is permanent and life-long,” he returned the look.

“I believe that will suit us just fine. Immutability aside, one does not ignore such gifts given by the Ancients,” Lucius confirmed.

Kingsley leaned closer and lowered his voice. “You have a rare treasure there, Lucius. She is a dear friend of mine and I would consider it an affront to me if there is unhappiness in her life because of this law.”

“Understood,” was his reply.

The women returned and Mary went towards the fire. “Minister, let us leave them in peace to process this information, shall we?”

He stood and so did Lucius. They shook hands. He turned to Christina. “Brunch tomorrow at your office?” he asked.

“Of course. You bring the pastries and I will provide the rest,” she answered, moving to give him quick hug.

When they were left alone, Lucius chuckled. “Is there an aspect to the marks that does not deal with copulation?”

“How did you guess?”

“There are old tales and rumors that are spoken amongst teenagers and young adults, all dismissed as myth. Those coupled with the fact that you were blushing while talking with the Unspeakable led me to conclude that is what she was telling you,” he explained.

“It is far more complex than just sexual. We will be able to read strong moods in each other, increase healing and possibly multiply magical power. I would like us to read all the documents she brought and then discuss things. We might even experiment a little,” she teased the last, raising her brows.

“A sound plan of action, my dear. I will leave you to read a bit. There are some papers I need to prepare to give to Draco in the morning - if you do not mind being on your own for a bit,” Lucius said, getting up and walking around the back of the sofa.

“No, that is fine. Go take care of things. Dinner in the small dining room about seven then?”

“I will find you before then,” he confirmed, bending down to kiss the top of her head before leaving.

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About an hour before dinner hour, Lucius went in search of his mate. He finally found her in the seldom-used family parlor, curled up in a corner of the over-stuffed couch, crying. This was a shock since there had been no feelings of sadness transmitted to him.

“Christina!” he called while walking to the couch. “Whatever is the matter?”

A handkerchief was pulled out of her hand and used to dry her tears. “Truly, nothing is wrong. I was just remembering my father and realized how much I miss him. Especially now that I am to be married - even though I had not imagined much about my wedding when I was young, having him walk me down the aisle and dancing with me were the two things I really wanted.” A few more tears tracked down her cheeks.

Lucius sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her. “I am sorry that in all the excitement of the day you did not get to tell me about your parents.” He kissed her forehead. “Sometime this week, we can sit down and share family stories if you wish,” he suggested.

“I would like that. I’m sorry for being so emotional,” she apologized.

“It has been an event-filled day that has brought forth unpleasant memories. Of course emotions are stirred. Never apologize for this, my dear. I prefer knowing there is depth to your character, rather than an impenetrable façade.” His words gave more insight to his previous marriage than he realized.

The couple sat for several minutes, enjoying the quiet and companionship. Lucius reflected on this - he never had this kind of intimacy with his first wife. Not even in the first years of their marriage did she show any emotion to him, much less take comfort in his presence. He liked this type of alliance far better. It seemed more like two people with an affinity for each other rather than just an accord between families. This was a partnership he could live with for the next century or more.

Christina finally stirred. “I need to freshen up. Do you know what’s on the menu for dinner?” she asked.

Lucius summoned an elf who told them of the dishes being prepared for dinner. “Why don’t you get us a nice bottle of fruity white and we can enjoy a glass on the patio before dinner?” She stood up and caressed his face before leaving.

He had an epiphany at that moment - his grandmother’s ring in the family vault was the one he would present to this witch. It had never seemed right for Narcissa. Natural blue-gray diamonds needed someone warm and caring to wear them in order for their true power to manifest. Yes, it would be perfect.

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At least things are somewhat settled now. The marks make the bonding permanent and things can move forward.

Christina’s engagement ring: http://www.itshot.com/gia-natural-blue-gray-diamond-engagement-ring-121ct-p-6816.aspx
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