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Christmas Comes Once A Year	By : kirixchi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Christmas Comes Once A Year
- 1
Christmas Comes Once A Year

It has long been said 'Revenge is a dish best served cold'. While
not usually thought of as traditional holiday fare, Narcissa found it to be a
perfect accompaniment to the pre-shopping breakfast she and her husband shared
before setting off for Muggle London.

"More tea, darling?" She asked silkily, refilling
his cup before he answered.

She watched with satisfaction as one well-manicured hand
appeared from behind the Morning Edition of the Daily Prophet and lifted the
cup off its saucer. The cup, and the hand disappeared behind the paper, only to
return a moment later, the little china dish half-empty again.

�How are you feeling today, dearest?� Narcissa asked.

�Do you really need to ask that, Narcissa?� Lucius asked in
a clipped, overly-enunciated voice that was meant to convey his displeasure. �I
only want to get this ridiculous expedition over as soon as possible.�

�It�s your Auntie, dearest, who has such a love for
Muggle biscuits.� Narcissa chided gently, �You wouldn�t want to send your poor,
helpless wife into the London streets alone.�

�You�re about as helpless as a HungarHornHorntail!� Lucius
snipped.

Undaunted, Narcissa continued, �And there�s Fudge and that
ridiculous�.what�s it called? Fellytone? That he wants to use to speak with his
Muggle counterpart.� She took a brief sip of her own tea. �You wouldn�t want
Arthur Weasley to get him one first.�

That had done it.

At the mention of Arthur Weasley, Lucius threw down hisper per and scowled. He had always hated the Weasley patriarch, but an incident
that had occurred at the Quidditch World Cup in the summer had made the
situation worse.

Knowing that his wife hated Quidditch, Lucius had charmed a
pair of muggle underpants to keep her �entertained� until the match was over,
controlling the sensations they created by the way he touched his cane. His
plan had worked nicely- until his son, Draco, accidentally knocked the cane
from his hands. It landed just at the feet of Arthur Weasley.

The thought of Arthur Weasley�s hands on his cane and,
through the enchantment he had laid on it, on his wife made Lucius�s
blood run alternately hot and cold. He was furious at the threat to his
complete possession- and more than a little jealous that Arthur had (although
unwittingly) brought Narcissa to the brink of orgasm.

Lucius was the sort of man who held a grudge.

This was a trait that Narcissa shared, although the object
of her ire was not Arthur Weasley. The hands of the strange man had, frankly,
been rather exciting- and she would not let herself look beyond the most
salient fact: they would never have been there if her husband hadn�t set the
little scheme into motion. Narcissa wouldn�t go so far as to say that she
hadn�t enjoyed the little game. Truthfully, it had been thrilling, and she had
experienced one of the most nerve-melting orgasms of her life, but she couldn�t
let Lucius get away with thinking that he had the upper hand.

She had been contemplating a reprisal for several months, finally deciding upon
a scheme after an overheard conversation at one of the Daughters of Hecate
Debutante Ball Planning Committee Meetings. Patricia Goyle had explained (in a
whisper meant to be overheard) that her husband had been to a mediwizard who
had prescribed viritus potion to enhance his performance in bed.
Giggling as if they were all back in Hogwarts, she explained that they had
overdone it a bit on the day they went to drop their son up at the Hogwarts
express. Mr. Goyle had drunk three drops instead of two and, apparently, poor Gregory
Goyle, Jr. had very nearly missed the train.

In spite of being forced to considered the cringe-inducing
notion of Gregory Goyle, Sr. naked and- Merlin help us- aroused,
Narcissa had learned something valuable from the situation, a method to exact
repayment for the torture that Lucius had put her through at the Quidditch
Finals. Three drops of viritus in Lucius Malfoy�s tea- with no
opportunity for relief- would certainly put him back in his place!

Narcissa had obtained the potion with very little trouble- a
few galleons in the right hands could produce mediwizards who were very
cooperative, helpful, and discrete. After that, the only problem had
been choosing a time to strike. She didn�t doubt that Lucius would force the
issue if he became too desperate- breaking her resistance, if not her body- and
so the venue had to be very public. It also had to be someplace that he
couldn�t simply whip out his wand and apparate them both back home. Muggle
London seemed the perfect solution, and so she had bided her time until their
annual shopping excursion arrived and she could put her plot in action.

The day had finally arrived. Narcissa had placed three drops
of potion in Lucius�s tea, sat back, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

After a full ten minutes (mostly filled with Narcissa�s
insistence that they �leave right now�), Lucius was still reading the paper and
nibbling a scone.

Narcissa added another drop.

And another.

And another.

He had consumed ten in total. She didn�t dare risk anymore,
but his body showed no sign of reaction- apart from seething anger at the
mention of his nemesis.

�Fine.� Lucius growled. �Let�s go.�

A few minutes later, they had apparated into a little
protected grove in Hyde Park, crossed South Carriage Drive, and started down
Brompton Road towards Harrods.

Narcissa threw a backwards glance in the direction of Harvey
Nichols, wishing, but not daring to hope that Lucius would let her stop inside
before they headed home. It would be a one stop shopping trip. Her husband had
very much taken to heart the department stores boast that �If they don�t have
it, they would order it�. She fully expected that Lucius could have them
produce an elephant, same-day delivery, if he desired. Oh well- it wasn�t as if
she was meant to concentrate on shopping anyhow. She was meant to focus on her
plan- a plan which was failing spectacularly at the moment.

She hurried after Lucius, struggling to keep up with him as
they threaded their way through the throngs of parcel-toting pedestrians moving
up and down the street. Until, at last, she spied the green and golden awning
of Harrods. Lucius paused so that she could catch the street and, side by side,
they crossed the street and moved into the stream of people moving toward the
doors.

Narcissa turned her head to the side, taking in the window
displays, remarking to herself how much the Muggle technology had improved
since she was a girl. The sleigh in the window actually appeared to be
levitating, and sparkling snowflakes drifted lazily to the ground.

They went to the foodhalls first. Selecting tins and packets
of biscuits was the easiest of their tasks. She also selected some chocolates
and sweets, paying for the purchases with the insubstantial-looking Muggle
paper money, then discreetly apparating it all back home.

The Fellytone was next. A consultation of the store
directory yielded nothing, and the harried salesperson that Narcissa asked for
assistance only stared at her quizzically. �Uhm�toys, possibly?�

Lucius glared at her equivocal answer.

The woman flushed, and added quickly: �5^th
floor.�

Narcissa was still watching her husband closely as they took
the lifts to the fifth floor. He appeared more agitated than usual, but there
was still no sign that the potion had taken effect.

They exited the lift on the fifth floor, disembarking near the end of a long, noisy
queue of children and parents which wound through an elaborate winter
wonderland display. Narcissa couldn�t suppress the small exclamation of glee.
�Oh, Lucius- let�s look!� She asked, but she was answered with a stony frown.

�Not now Narcissa.� He said, lifting his eyes
heavenward. �The sooner we get out of this filthy rabble, the better.� And with
that, he swept away from the line.

Narcissa followed, scurrying to keep pace as his long legs
carried him through the various displays of merchandise, searching fruitlessly
for the Fellytone. They had just about circled back to the Santa�s grotto when
he stopped abruptly and turned toward her with wide eyes.

�What is it?� She asked, frowning at he strange look on his
patrician face. �Is something wrong.�

�No..� he said very slowly. Then he leaned forward, grazing
his nose against Narcissa�s hair. �What is that scent you�re wearing?�

She named the Parisian fragrance that she had always warn,
laughing when Lucius leaned close again, nuzzling her neck. �It smells nice.�
He whispered, �I haven�t noticed it before.�

�Of course you have, Lucius!� She responded, rolling her
eyes, and starting back toward the lift. She gasped in surprised when Lucius�s
arm prevented her escape.

�Lucius?� She queried nervously. �What�s gotten into you?�

With a soft grunt, he dragged her back against his body, so that the full
length of her was pressed against his hips and chest. The unmistakable arousal
that she felt pressed against her bottom provided an answer. �Oh.� She breathed
slowly.

Perhaps the plan was working after all.

It didn�t matter what Narcissa said. Lucius was certain that
he had never smelled that particular scent before. It was crisp and fresh and
reminded him of frosty window panes and glinting icicles and glittering snow.
It reminded him of the sorts of mornings when he liked to linger in bed,
curling his body around Narcissa�s own, pooling their heat. He would press his
naked body next to hers, back to front, reaching around to fondle her breasts,
pinching and kneading the nipples until�

�Lucius? What�s gotten into you?� Narcissa�s voice snapped
him to attention, and he had to blink several times to remember where he was.
They were standing in the Toy Department of Harrod�s. She was frowning at him.
Her lower lip was extended, plump and juicy like a cherry waiting to be
picked. He wanted to bite it.

Barely conscious of his own actions, he grabbed her waist,
then pulled her flush against his form.

He was hard. Lucius himself had barely been aware of it until he heard
Narcissa�s soft cry of surprise, but now that he felt her soft bottom wriggling
against him, it was impossible to ignore. A sudden, inexplicable desire surged
through his veins.

He wanted to get home.

Lucius gasped in shock as Narcissa twisted out of his grip
and regarded him closely. At first, her face displayed only confusion, but the
look quickly faded, replaced with the expression of a cat who had dined on
cream.

�Come along, Lucius.� She said in a suddenly superior tone.
�We�ve got shopping to do.�

He stared in open mouth shocked for a moment, but his
throbbing arousal was reminder enough to mount his protest. He reached for her
hand, stilling her once more. �I think that the shopping is finished.� He
growled.

Narcissa stepped easily out of his grasp, �Now, now.� She
scolded, and sashayed away.

He was hypnotized by the motion of her bottom. It swayed
slightly as she walked, round and perky and daring him to squeeze it in his
palm. She would squeal in protest, of course, but as soon as she cried out, he
would grab her again, spreading his fingers to cover her entire backside and
steer her against his flesh.

�Are you coming?�

Lucius growled. What was happening to him? One moment he had
been following Narcissa through a shop, and the next, every nerve in his body
was quivering from her mere presence.

�I�m coming.� He replied, miserably, and walked in her
trail, buttoning his coat to hide his now-painful arrangements.

�Ah! Here we are!� Narcissa had arrived at a table of
telephones. �You know Lucius, I think that these are mislabeled. I saw a muggle
movie that Draco was watching this summer and I could have sworn�.�

Draco watching a muggle movie�.

Lucius was distantly aware that this statement should have
provoked some sort of response. Anger? Did Muggles make him angry? How could
anything make him angry when Narcissa was bending over like that, her soft
little bottom jutting toward him. He couldn�t resist stepping forward, placing
his gloved hands on her hips and rubbing against it.

Narcissa stood up immediately, looking scandalized.
�Lucius!� she hissed and, giving him a scolding look, tucked the phone under
her arm and took off in yet another direction. Lucius followed from several
steps behind, admiring her body. Fifteen years of marriage and the birth of
their child had done nothing to diminish her figure. If anything, maturity had
wrought improvement. Her breasts were fuller and heavier now, and her hips
wider, accenting her tiny waist. Her clothes were impeccable- a neatly tailored
suit that was equally home in Diagon Alley or Brompton Lane, and her hair and
skin still looked young and vibrant. She was perfection personified.

He wanted to spoil her.

Lucius followed his wife through the clothing racks, barely
noticing where she was headed.

�I think that Draco would look good in this color, don�t
you?�

�Mmmmmmm�� Lucius answered, watching her fingers- The
things that she could do with those fingers! He nodded sharply when he
noticed her disapproving stare. �Fine. Lovely. We�ll take three.�

She arched an eyebrow, �And these trousers?�

�Fine. Wonderful.�

A wicked grin formed on her lips, but he barely noticed,
preoccupied with thoughts of how they would feel underneath his own.

�I need this one, don�t you think?�

�Definitely.�

�And this one?�

�Mmmm.�

�And I�ll need earrings to match.�

�Of course.� Lucius wondered if his eyes had actually glazed
over with lust. He didn�t have the foggiest idea of what they were talking
about until she suddenly spun around and kissed him.

�Thank you dearest.� saidsaid, moving their bodies apart far
too quickly for Lucius�s preferences.

�For what?�

�For the jewelry, of course!�

Lucius did a double take when he realized that they were
standing in the Harrod�s fine jewelry department- Harrod�s finest
jewelry to be precise, and he nearly choked when the sales clerk slid the bill
silently across the counter.

He couldn�t be reading the total properly. She had
just induced him to spend eighty-five thousand pounds?

This time, he managed to be cross when he growled, �That had
better be encrusted in diamonds.�

It suddenly didn�t seem to matter as much when Narcissa
leaned in to kiss him again and breathed against his neck: �Don�t worry- they
are.� Her fingers curled around his tie, and played at straightening it, and
then trailed down along its silken length, hovering a tantalizing few inches
above his beltline.

He stared at her as her fingers continued their downward
journey. He stared into her eyes, eyes that were wide and glittering. Lucius
hardly dared to breath as she licked her lips and then- he shuddered- she put
her hand in his pocket. His heart hammered as though it were trying to punchs was way out of his chest. Through the thin lining of his trousers, he could
feel her fingers moving. They were inching closer�and closer�.and then suddenly
withdrawn.

Lucius�s features fell into a look of shocked displeasure as
he noticed what was pinched between her manicured nails. �Do you take a check?�
She inquired sweetly, while behind her, Lucius seethed.

She was doing this on purpose!

Realization hit like a brick of lead in his lap. Still, it
wasn�t enough to cool the lava oozing through his veins or otherwise quench his
raging need.

He gritted his teeth as Narcissa handed him the checkbook
and pen. �There you are, sweeting.� She said innocently.

Lucius�s fingers fumbled with the writing implement, nearly
dropping it before he successfully pinched it in his hand. His knuckles were
white as he touched the nib to paper and slowly began to move. He had to think
out each letter separately H-A-R-R-O�.. His typical, elegant script was not
forthcoming. In it�s place, he wrote with a shaky scrawl, barely even able to
pen his name.

The clerk accepted the document and discreetly handed it to
his assistant to obtain approval. He turned back to Lucius. �Shall I gift wrap
your purchase, sir? Or will the lady wear them home?�

�Oh, wrap them!� Narcissa answered for theforefore Lucius
had a chance to stop her. She folded the checkbook closed and returned it to
the pocket.

She didn�t remove her hand.

Lucius clenched his eyes, focusing on his breathing as
Narcissa massages slow circles through his trouser pocket and into his skin. nai nails raked over the skin above his hipbone, inches from where he desired
her touch the most.

A polite cough from the sales clerk interrupted the teasing
torture, offering the small handled bag to Narcissa, who accepted it with both
hands. Lucius groaned as she broke the contact between their bodies,

�Home.� Lucius pleaded, but Narcissa tossed her immaculately coiffured head and
said �No, not yet.�

Murmuring protests, he nevertheless followed dutifully as
she turned away from the jewelry counter and back into the racks of clothes. �I
was thinking of some jumpers for Draco, what do you think?�

�I think that boy has too many damn clothes already.�

�Now Lucius, you
don�t want your heir to have a less than immaculate image do you?�

�We can make a new one.�

Narcissa laughed, �Lucius, what�s gotten into you?� but her
smile was suspiciously smug.

He stepped closer, backing her against a display, achingly
conscious of his throbbing erection and unsatisfied need. �The question, my
pet, is what I�d like to get into you.�

Narcissa visibly shivered, and for a moment, he felt a
glimmer of hope. Home was just a short apparation away. He�d explain the
illegal use of Magic later. No jury of men would ever convict him.

�Home.� He said again, this time more urgently. Narcissa
considered it for a moment. His muscles
tensed as he waited for her verdict, but he felt a slight degree of
satisfaction in seeing the uncertainty and unmistakable desire in Narcissa�s
eyes as well. He decided to tip the scales, and removed one of his gloves. He
lifted his bare hands to the nape of her neck and then, very deliberately,
traced the line of her spine. �Home.� He whispered again when he reached the
curve of her arse. �Home�.�

�Not yet.� Narcissa�s voice was determined, if slightly
strangled. �Not until I see Father Christmas.�

�Father Christmas?� Lucius was taken aback.

�The Santa Grotto.� Narcissa swooped forward toward the
display, and the end of the long line that was curling into the Muggle-made ice
caverns.

�Cissa!� He whimpered, but she remained unmoved.
Finally, they found their way to the end of the queue, taking a place behind a
trio of raggedy, wild-haired rugrats that would have made even Arthur Weasley
proud.

It was torture. The line moved at a crawl. Though he
couldn�t see the head of the line- the throne where Father Christmas sat to
greet the children, Lucius could /hear/ the whines and shrieks of the wretched
little brats who were alternately refusing to sit on the old man�s lap, or
trying to stay too long.

Lucius tried to use the wait as an opportunity to get a
reign on his desire, restricting his thoughts to the most mundane and
non-arousing matters, taking deep breaths, and standing quite still. Yet, every
time that he would sense he was about to gain a handle on his emotions,
Narcissa would thwart his attempts.

�Are you bored, darling?� She purred, and planted a kiss
against the side of his neck. She bent over to set her bags on the ground,
�accidentally� rub int into him as she did.

�Excuse me.� She said insincerely. Then, with a smoldering
look, she turned round again.

It was a quarter to noon when it happened. They were just
about to enter into the caverns when an elf-suited Muggle came out and drew a
velvet rope across the entrance, garnering a collective murmur of protest from
the crowd.

�Sorry, everyone!� He said in a deep, baritone voice unlike
any elf Lucius had ever heard (although they were dressed just as
ridiculously), �Father Christmas needs to go feed the reindeer. He�ll be back
at one o�clock.�

One O�Clock???

Lucius�s jaw went slack with horror. He�d explode before
then.

Narcissa, in contrast, looked rather serene. Some of the
heat he had noticed in her gaze had leaked away, so that she now appeared her
normal self: cool, calm, and collected.

He really couldn�t have that.

Lucius waited until the other shoppers had dispersed, and
then he stepped behind his wife, placing one palm flat against her belly, while
the other hooked underneath her arm, arching her back against his body. He
pressed a long, wet kiss against her neck, and then whispered, �Well, Mrs.
Malfoy�How to you propose we pass the time?�

He was extremely gratified to hear the catch in her breath
before she answered, �S-stand here and wait.�

�You wouldn�t prefer to go home.� It was a longshot.

�Not until I see Santa.�

He leered. �I�d let you sit on my lap instead.�

�I�m sure you�d like that Lucius, she said rather
breathlessly, �But I�d prefer to wait.�

�Really�� He burrowed his nose into her hair. The hand on
her stomach began to stroke. �Wait�.here?� Long fingers traced the waistband of
her skirt and she took a step back. His erection throbbed against the
cloth-covered cleft of her arse. �Don�t you think that in there would be more
comfortable?� He grunted and gestured toward the inside of the grotto, where
the last child before lunch was telling Santa his wish.

�I�� Narcissa gasped, trying to manage a protest, but he was
already inching them toward the entrance, around the velvet ropes and into the
shadowed cave beyond.

The moment that they were safe from view, Lucius slammed her
against the wall. He wanted to consume her, to swallow her whole, but he didn�t
know where to start. The fire that had been pooling in his groin flared to
life, pulsing through every vein as he had her in his arms at last.

This wasn�t meant to happen.

Narcissa felt a vague twinge of passion as Lucius pushed her
against the plywood backdrop of an outdoor winter scene- a muggle fantasy of
the North Pole. Something important had changed.

She was no longer in control.

�Oh, look,� her husband purred darkly, �Mistletoe.�

�Lucius� she protested weakly as he nipped and licked at her
neck and shoulders. �Lucius, we have to stop!� but her protests went unheeded.
He continued his frantic assault, slowly pushing her down into the tufts of
fake snow that littered the floor. His fingers clawed at her blouse, ripping
buttons free as he stripped her to her bra. At last, the touch of cool air
brought Narcissa to her senses.

�We can�t do this here!� she protested. �The Muggles will
see.�

�Let them.� He hissed, but Narcissa shook her head.

�The�cameras�.for the store�� she panted, and nodded her
head toward the entrance- from which they were still clearly in view.

Lucius hesitated,
but finally rolled away so that she they could clamber back to their
feet. His hands were on her again a second later, leading her to the second
chamber: a reindeer stable where animatronic beasts tossed their heads and
blinked mechanical eyes.

�No.� she muttered again, and scrambled backwards, never
losing contact with her husband�s lips and skin. Finally they were in the third
room, an obvious recreation of Santa�s workshop. Half-finished toys were all
about as if captured mid-production by the elves. In the center of the scene
was a red-velvet throne. Lucius steered them toward it. He maneuvered
Narcissa�s body until it was directly in front of the seat.

�Do you know what I want for Christmas?� Lucius breathed
against her neck as he dipped his chin to lather another layer of hungry kisses
along the column of her neck.

�Mmmmm�� Narcissa offered in reply, swaying a little bit in
his arms as her knees made contact with the throne, throwing her slightly out
of balance.

�You, in a big red bow.� He nipped at her ear lobe
lightly, then lapped his tongue all around the ridge of her ear. �The bow is,
of course, optional.�

Without waiting for permission, he pushed his hands inside
her robes, scooping her voluptuous bosom out of its bindings and kneading it
with his hands. Narcissa�s breath quickened, coming in sharp little pants.

He started to push her into the chair, but stopped at the
last moment, switching places, and sitting down himself. He pulled her onto his
lap, delighting in her uncomfortable squirm as she felt his hardness rub
against her arse. �So tell me, Mrs. Malfoy.� He trilled into her ear. �Have you
been a good this year?� He used his fingers to begin peeling away her dress.
�Santa has special treats for naughty girls.�

�Oh�?�

�Yes�� The front of her dress was open now, all the way to
her navel, but he hesitated on the top button of her skirt, capturing her small
hands and drawing them to the zip on his trousers. �Would you like to open one
of your presents early?�

He enjoyed the indecision in her eyes, knowing that she
couldn�t resist. �The people in the shop.� She argued weakly. �We might get
caught.�

�Yes.� Lucius was utterly unconcerned. He used his own thumb
to pop loose the button on his fly and used her fingers to slowly slide down
the zip. �That would land us on the naughty list for sure�don�t you think you
should take your present now?�

Narcissa made a sound in the back of her throat, and he knew
that her resistance was failing. He seized the opportunity, lifting his hips so
that he could yank his clothes the rest of the way down.

Narcissa�s cool fingers curled around his length. It was
like rain in his desert, and he released a heavy sigh. He leaned his head back
against the chair and reveling in the luxury of her touch. She stroked up and
down his cock, accompanying the petting with deep, wet kisses along his jaw.
She moved her lips from the hollow beneath his jaw to the shallow cleft on the
tip of his chin, then her mouth joined his in a ravenous kiss.

The little patience he had brought with him into the Santa
grotto was rapidly depleting. He ripped at the final buttons of her skirt, and
stripped the silken stockings from her legs. His hands groped frantically at
her curves as they moved together, tongues sliding over tongues and skin
against skin.

He reached between her thighs, probing the moist heat until
he found her core. He seized her clitoris between his fingers, milking the tiny
bud until he ripped a cry of pleasure from her lips. �Do you like that,
dearest?� He inquired smugly, inserting a finger into her tight channel. �Do
you want more?�

She moaned an incoherent response that he took as
encouragement, and so he continued for a while, waiting until her face had
screwed tight in anticipation of release before he drew his hand away. She mewled in protest.

�Cissa, dear�� he clucked his tongue at her. �Christmas is
all about sharing.� He lifted her with his arms, positioning her legs on either
side of the chair and nudging his erection against the mouth of her opening.
�Don�t you know you know that it�s better to give than to receive?�

Narcissa shook her head. �Speak for yourself.� She said, and
then she lowered herself, fusing his body with her own.

No revenge was worth more than this.

Cissa was vaguely aware that she had been thwarted. She
would probably stew about it later. For the moment, all she could t abo about
was the delirious pleasure of riding his magnificent cock.

His hips lifted off the chair as he pounded into her, and
then withdrew. Every stroke reverberated through her body, pushing her closer to
the edge. His hands continued to roam her flesh: pinching, rubbing, squeezing
until all of the sensations seemed to run together, and she was falling into
the blissful oblivion of orgasm.

She anticipated his answering release, but it didn�t follow.
Instead, he rose up off of the chair, never breaking their contact as he
dropped to his knees, and then laid her back on the floor.

He was still impossibly hard. Narcissa moaned aloud as he
thrust into her again. His movements were insatiable as he ground their bodies
into the artificial snow. She felt the small, paper flakes sticking to the
sweat on her back as they rolled across the floor, transposing positions so
that she was once again astride her husband, rocking him into her core.

She looked down at her husband, drinking in the erotic
vision of his face. His grey eyes were clenched in concentration, and his lips
were slightly pursed, parting occasionally to breath in loud, greedy gasps. She
raked her fingernails along his ribs, and he shivered. His thumb traced a
similar path along her side, then cut across her belly, finally delving to the
juncture where their bodies met. The soft pad of his finger moved through her
slickness, finding her clitoris and massaging it in slow circles that quickly
brought her to the brink of ecstasy again.

�Oh, Lucius�� she groaned,
biting her lip as he pounded into her, �I�m�don�t�oh�.oh�no, fuck, I-�

�The Santa Grotto will be reopening in five minutes.�

Narcissa started as if a bucket of ice-water had been thrown
onto her body as a strange voice sounded nearby, and there was a sound of
movement near the entrance to the grotto. Her husband either didn�t hear, or
didn�t care. His hands had settled onto her hips, holding her tight against his
shaft.

�Lucius!� she
whispered urgently.

With a groan of frustration, he removed one hand from her
arse. Instead of letting her go, however, he reached for his wand.

�You aren�t going to-� Narcissa had only just begun to voice
her protest when a jolt of magic hit her, and she felt the sharp jerk of
apparation.

The world had barely settled again before she felt herself
being pushed onto a bed, and her husband was on top of her again. The wave she
had been riding had dissipated, and so her mind wandered briefly, taking in the
scratchy feel up substandard linens under her back and the slipshod carving on
the headboard.

�And what do YOU want for Christmas, little girl?�

Narcissa started as the voice of the Department Store Santa
boomed very loud and very close.

�I want a dolly and a kitchen and a puppy.�

She squirmed out of Lucius�s embrace and sat up, staring
around wildly for the source of the sound.

That was when she saw that one of the walls to the bedroom
was missing.

�Lucius?� She said slowly, hoping against hope that she wasn�t
where she thought that she was. She clutched at the blankets. When she
discovered that the comforter had been sewn to the mattress, her worst fears
were confirmed. �Oh, Lucius, you didn�t��

�Mmmmm�.� He had snaked his way half-way back up her body,
bathing her skin in kisses. When he chuckled, she felt the vibrations traveling
through her skin. �Oh, Cissa..� He whispered devilishly, �I did.�

�Look, mama! A dollhouse!� The little girl had, apparently,
climbed off of Santa�s lap, and was standing in front of the opening before
Narcissa had time to react.

�Ewww!� The girl gasped, �What are the dollies doing?�

p clp class=MsoNormal>It took every ounce of her self control to keep from crying
out when sticky fingers closed around her waist and lifted her out of the
house. �Somebody took the pretty dolly�s clothes!� She said, seeming not to notice the panicked expression on her
�doll!� She sat Narcissa onto one of the tiny couches, and then began stripping
a maid doll that waandianding in the hall. Mrs. Malfoy barely dared to breath
as the stubby fingers wrenched her arms into the plain black dress and thrust a
feather duster into her hand.

�Catherine! Come along now!� At the sound of the new voice,
the little girl dropped her �toy� and went scurrying in another direction.

Narcissa landed with a thud on the faux parquet floor of the
front hall. She rubbed her shoulder before climbing back up the stairs to the
bedroom. Lucius was still lying on the bed. His fist was closed around his
cock, which he was stroking vigorously. His pace never slackened as Narcissa
stepped through the doorway and angrily crossed the room.

She paused at the foot of the bed, and Lucius gave her a
sultry grin. He eye the costume hungrily. �Now this is a pleasant
surprise.� He drawled, using his free hand to reach for her. �Much nicer
than the lump of coal that I got last year. I must have landed on the �nice�
list by mistake- I wonder where I went wrong?�

Narcissa put her hands on her hips. �Change us back
immediately.�

�I don�t think so, dearest.�

�I�m not kidding, Lucius.� She started looking around.
�Where is my wand?�

�Out where you left it, I�d imagine.� He gestured toward the
open wall. A pair of the twins they had been standing in line with where using
Narcissa�s robes as a cloak while the other brandished her wand, knocking it
against his brother�s wooden sword. Narcissa gasped audibly. �Now, now
dearest�� Lucius grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed. He guided her
hand to his shaft, coaxing her to assume the job that he had begun. �You have
to learn to share.�

�Lucius, those filthy Muggles are-� she choked on the final
word as Lucius slid his hand of the inside of her thigh, flexing his fingers
against the soft, wet thatch of hair between her legs.

�Filthy.� He echoed, and then pushed his index finger
he
her worked the finger in and out, with almost excruciating slowness. Very soon,
she was moaning again, and had slumped back onto the bed beside him.

�Lucius�� She felt boneless as he maneuvered her onto her
back, and arranged her legs spread eagle and bend to lick the moistness of her
core. �Delicious.� He said huskily, and then picked something up from the bed.
Her eyes widened when she noticed, for the first time, the miniature candy cane
that he had apparently accioed from the bucket beside Santa�s throne. She made
a little sob of disbelief, but before she could stop him, he had pressed it
into her body.

It was cold and hard, and slightly wider than Lucius, so
that her muscles had to stretch to accommodate it. Lucius thrust shallowly and
into her channel, carefully monitoring her reaction. �Do you like that?� He
whispered. �Do you like being fucked? Do I feel that good inside you?�

Narcissa whimpered a response, hating how her body responded
to his teasing. She was already shivering with pleasure. She knew that, if the
torture continued, she would come again very soon.

He let her squirm a moment longer, pushing the candy in and
out in a captivating rhythm as she thrashed against the pillow. At last he
withdrew it completely, and bent once more between her legs. He lapped at the
slit, capturing her clitoris between his teeth, and massaging it with his
tongue.

issaissa felt dizzy. In spite of the thorough pleasuring
that she had already received, her body was still aching for relief. She
clutched at his hair.

�Patience, my dear." Lucius said with a deep laugh. He
reached for the candy cane again. "Do you like peppermint, Narcissa?"
He asked coyly.

She nodded her head. "Show me." He commanded, then
laid the curved end of the candy against her lips.

She met his eyes, giving him a searing look as she sat up,
and then moved onto her knees to kneel in front of the offering. She sucked the
tip of the confection between her lips, then swirled her tongue in a spiral
pattern down the shaft, tracing the encircling stripe.

Lucius watched hungrily as she gave her performance. Then,
with a grunt, he discarded the cane, and pulled Narcissa�s head into his lap.

She could still taste the mint in her mouth, and it blended
with the taste of Lucius's body into an exotic delectable sweetness that she
couldn't get enough of. She sucked greedily at his shaft, relaxing her throat
when even that wasn't enough for him, and he began thrusting into her throat.
Finally, losing patience even with that, he twined his fingers in her hair and
brought her up for a crushing kiss.

Lucius was lying back against the cushions, legs together,
and he coaxed Narcissa to straddle his legs. His tongue slid against her own as
his erection nudged once more at her core. His hands pressed heavily on her
hips, drawing her down onto the throbbing shaft. He was barely inside of her
when she felt her senses begin to explode: light, heat, pleasure- it consumed
her in a single, brilliant burst. Beneath her, Lucius bucked a final time, and
then she felt his echoing orgasm at last. His back arched against the mattress
as sharp jolts of rapture radiated claimed his body at last.

There were several, breathless moments before Narcissa�s
senses returned. The sense of smell was first- the air was thick with the scent
of woodglue, peppermint, and sex. Sound was second- yet another twittering
child asking Santa for a bike. Touch and taste returned in rapid succession,
and last of all was sight.

Lucius looked delectably disheveled, and was regarding her
with a very smug grin. �Did you get everything you wanted?� He asked slyly.

Narcissa answered with a grin. �Oh, yes.� She replied
playfully. �I must give Santa my regards.�

�That can be arranged,� Lucius answered. With a flick of his
wand, they were both fully dressed again, and standing in the middle of the
grotto.

The people around them gaped, but Lucius looked entirely
unconcerned as he bent over, collected their shopping bags, and tucked
Narcissa�s arm beneath his own.

Father Christmas was the first to recover from shock. �Have
you�er�come to sit on Santa�s lap?� he said to Narcissa, eyeing her unkempt
hair with a distinctly lecherous glint in his eye.

Narcissa�s lip curled. �No, thank you.� She replied. �I�ve
already got what I want for Christmas.�

Chins raised, the Malfoy�s exited the grotto, and headed
back out the doors.

They had exited from Harrod�s and were standing at a street
corner waiting to cross when Lucius bumped against her again. He pulled her
back against his hips, so that she could feel the steely length of him
straining against his trousers once more.

�Again, Lucius?� She couldn�t help asking in disbelief.

He leaned forward and nipped at the tendon in her neck. �I�m
the gift that keeps on giving my dear�.Happy Christmas.�

THE END
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