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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: 5695 -:- 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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INVOKING

Standard disclaimer – I own nothing in the Potter Universe and am making no money from this work of fiction

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What would happen if a Marriage Compulsion law were passed several years after the Final Battle? This story is AU in that Snape survives after Book Seven and I do not acknowledge the EWE. Our story begins five years after the battle, and Lucius Malfoy is a widower. I do not know where my Muse came up with chapter titles of all “ING” words, but muses are capricious that way, aren’t they?

WARNING: There will not be many specific warnings by chapter. Suffice it to say this is a dark tale involving sex - lots of descriptive sex - sex magic, minor BDSM, loads of bad language, along with possibilities of ménage a trois and minor (non-Vamp) blood play - did I mention Muse is unpredictable? Oh- and Weasley Bashing - lots of it. Let’s be honest; this is a site for adult stories, and this one should probably only allow those well over the age of majority to access it. You have been advised, so no whinging or complaining from you lot!

So we will begin at Malfoy Manor --

Thursday, July 24, 2003 -

Barely half a decade - that is all the peace and idyllic life he was going to get from the government he bribed regularly. Lucius Malfoy was irked to Valhalla and back that the new Matrimonium Compositus, or marriage matching law, was going to include him. He had already done his duty by marrying and producing an heir. Fudge was enjoying a cushy retirement in the Algarve and the Ministry payroll was bloated as ever thanks to the taxes paid by Malfoy Industries and its two owners.

His irritation extended to the family lawyers, who had just today informed him that the new law had no loopholes to wiggle through. Truly, he thought, Hufflepuffs must be in charge of writing bills for the new regime. No self-respecting Ravenclaw or Slytherin would author legislation with no out clause. The former because it made them feel clever, the latter because it was the way things should be done - for a price. As to Gryffindors, well they just enforced the laws and acted smug about it.

Since Narcissa had passed away from a sudden illness three years ago, Lucius had resigned himself to living alone while engaging in a liaison every few years to keep up appearances - though he had yet to do so. Life had run him through its Floo grate, and he had no desire for much except business dealings and the occasional dinner with old friends or business partners.

Yes he had been married, but in the last years things had turned very sour. Even before the Dark Lord reappeared, interactions were strained and formal. Behind the regal double doors of their home, they lived separate lives and shared naught but mealtimes and the occasional discussion of their son. The routine did not change even after the Dark Lord was defeated.

He stood and began to pace, silently entreating the wizards and gods of old. Another sham of a marriage, to a stranger at that, was not what he wanted. No, if he were truthful with himself, he wanted the whole Quidditch pitch - ridiculous as that was at his age. A wife he could live, laugh and play with - one who would share his interests, and his bed - was what he would wish for. This second union should be for enjoyment, not for duty.

Not that he held out any hope of those buffoons at the Ministry taking anything into consideration. They probably put the names of all wizards in one bag, all witches in another, and had someone with the intellect of the youngest Weasley boy draw names to match up. Sweet mother of Merlin, it was going to be a fiasco of cataclysmic proportions when the notifications all went out and the prospective spouses met up. His lawyers surmised from the archaic and obfuscated language that all marriages would be mixed, by blood status.

That left him to worry on his own match, whose background was unknown until his investigator provided a report. She had only lived in Britain for five years, after moving from America. What the fuck was he supposed to do with a possibly-Muggleborn witch from the Colonies? Well there was one thing - they were supposed to be less inhibited with regard to sexual conduct there. Between that and the Cubile codicil - or marital bed clause - in the new law, he would be having sex at least twice a week. With a stranger!

Two owls were sitting on the windowsill as he returned to his desk. Getting owl treats from a shelf, he went to let them in and retrieve his correspondence. The first was from his investigator. The second he did not recognize and immediately scanned it with spells to check for curses. Other than a strong ward, keyed only to him, it was benign.

Setting the report down, he opened the letter and scanned the bottom. It was from his intended. Her language was formal, yet polite, and suggested they correspond a few times before meeting. The rest was meandering through various interests and hobbies, with a few questions addressing his interests. He put it aside to answer after reading the report.

He settled into his favorite chair at the fireside with a glass of Armagnac to read up on his prospective spouse. She was six years younger than he. Not so young as to be irritating, nor so old as to be unappealing. Like himself, she was an only child with parents long-dead. No family drama possible - another point in her favor. Well-educated, albeit at Muggle institutions - though it appeared that she had been hiring magical private tutors after moving to London. The last line of the report caught his attention - Possibly adopted. What in the name of Hades did that mean? And why didn’t his investigator know whether she was raised by her natural parents or not?

The photo included in the file was black and white, and did not move. What rubbish this investigator was. The man would never be employed again by this family. It was only a view from the side of just her face, but she looked pleasant enough. Coloring was not discernible, only darker hair and lighter skin.

Well then, there was nothing to do but answer the letter from his intended and ask a few questions of his own. Lucius glanced back down at the first page of the report. He would make sure to include an appropriate birthday message and a white larkspur for a happy nature - which was the best he could hope for. The indication of fickleness with one of pink would not do, and dark purple of pure first love was ridiculous at their age.

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“Did you hear the entreaty, my husband?”

“I did. Is all the darkness gone from him?”

“Not quite all. Aphrodite thought a small amount left would appeal.”

“Her plea reached us at the time.”

“Simultaneously, Zeus.”

“Remarkable that two such as these have invoked the ancient magic, but I will allow it.”

The storm clouds gathered around Mt. Olympus and around Glastonbury Tor.

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After exchanging a dozen lengthy letters in the six days, Lucius felt vaguely hopeful in regards to his prospective partner. She had a quick wit, enjoyed studying Muggle and Wizarding history, was currently working towards her Mastery in Protective Wards, appreciated fine wines, but alas had abysmal taste in music - modern and Muggle. Well, one couldn’t have everything, could they? Then there would be nothing to teach her.

Teaching - that brought bed sport to his mind. He had no idea why suddenly all things carnal seemed to haunt his dreams and seep into thoughts during the day. Of course, he was a wizard just hitting his prime and his libido was a bit like a Firebolt ready to race after a snitch, to only being flown once a week down the front drive before being put back in the broom shed. As of late nearly every morning was greeted with a raging erection demanding attention. At least he would soon be able to put that to use, even if only twice a week.

Now one Miss Christina Thompson was due to arrive at the manor tomorrow to discuss the possibility of their binding. Why she would think there was an option, he did not know. Every one assured him marriage was unavoidable.

With one last glance at the list of questions he wanted to ask in person so as to study her countenance, he settled down to read his newest book.

Off we go on this winding road. A short start, but chapters will quickly follow. Some chapters have footnotes which include music I used as background. Today it is Enigma from 2003 - Voyager.

Apparently, our couple each beseeched the ancients for a good match. I wonder how that will work out - Muse is tight-lipped today!
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