Lights of Questionable Faith

Lovely Reviewers:

Voracious Reader - Layers! Onions have layers! Lucius has layers! Not everybody likes onions...CAKES! Everbody likes CAKES! Cakes have layers. Lucius is like a cake! (A cream filled one!)

Hilda Malfoy - I;m glad that the smut was good. I was worried about it. I've never written anything like that before. She did slap him, for being a naughty, dirty boy! He is being a bit of a Neanderthal.

Still waiting for Chapter fifteen of Dramione. I'm needy! It is ORIGINAL veela work! Though, I do admit to liking the regular veela stories as well.

happybunny - I know...poor Lucius...he needs Hermione to love him, but he won't make it easy on her. Health issues are always a joy! Tendinitis sounds like a pain!

Citten - He's crazy. Is that his fault?

vamp_grl23 - *goes all stiff and misty* I foresee you finding out soon!

Flowerchild - Could we love Lucius if he was less sneaky? I LIKE COOKIES!

HermioneMalfoyFan - YAY LEMON! Lemons are fun!

He might have MPD. Poor dear...I'm really being quite cruel to him. I don't think she could really love him if there was no fraction of the boy left either.

I can't imagine hating someone that I've been in love with...hating someone whose opinion I used to value and whose approval I used to crave and whom by all accounts, I should love, certainly...that's a long story though.

Lucius is Lucius...he is only thinking of showing off that she is his perfect angel, not of the embarrassment she would feel at having her private life, which everyone can reasonably infer, paraded about.

Heidi191976 - Lucius is not the same, but he is not wholly different either. Hate him, want to manipulate him...same thing.

Lauriurix - Hooray! I'm glad you liked it.

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I hope that this quick update can partially make up for taking so long to do so.

Still having issues with seizures...just have to wait for doctors and test results.

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Lucius almost leapt off of Hermione as she aimed another slap at his face.

“How dare you?” she yelled as he struggled to get away from her.

What was wrong with her? She’d been his sweet Hermione not thirty seconds ago. Now she was a harpy clawing and screeching at him.

“Stop it!” Lucius said, covering his head as he was whacked with a pillow.

“You bastard!” Hermione yelled smacking him again. “How dare you make love to me just to prove it to a bunch of people?”

Lucius registered her choice of words and decided to come back to them later.

“You little SHREW!” Mr. Malfoy screamed back, grabbing Hermione’s ankles and hauling her under him.

“Let go of me, you self-absorbed, chauvinistic pig,” Hermione growled, twisting her body to escape.

Mr. Malfoy frowned as he looked down at her as she tried to escape from him. Her hair was wildly strewn behind her, and her eyes flashed with little bolts of lightning. He turned to catch her foot aimed at his groin on the side of his thigh.

“That was nice, Hermione,” Mr. Malfoy said, spreading her legs by forcing his knees between them so she would cause him to need a testicle retrieval with her insane flailing.

Hermione glared up at him as he pinned her wrists next to her head. This wasn’t the way to get her man to do what she wanted. A fight of physical strength was something that she would never be able to win with Lucius. He had to have at least fifty pounds of muscle on her tiny size. She would have to find other strategies to use against him.

Mr. Malfoy's eyes softened as he stared at her beneath him. So tiny, fiery, and helpless when he pinned her in his bed.

“What’s wrong with you? You were normal a moment ago,” Lucius said, pressing his forehead against hers to encourage her to submit to his strength in their relationship. She would have to be taught her place in their relationship. Under him!

Hermione didn’t answer him. He was a bastard. He just wanted her to be a trophy. Wanted to display her as a prize. His prize. She turned her head away from him.

“Look at me,” Lucius said, turning her head. “I love you, and you love me.”

Lucius’ eyes were bright and wide. His lips pouted out as Hermione turned her head from him again.

“I know you do; we had a very powerful binding and the bridge made was elaborate. Our rings are exactly the same. It wouldn't be so if there was not love in our hearts for each other,” he said. He stroked her cheek. “We need to get ready.”

Lucius carefully eased off his new wife, his sweet little Hermione. She loved him. But she was fiery, and he wouldn’t have her any other way. He didn’t want to catch her foot in the wrong place.

Hermione sat up without saying a word.

“You’re supposed to wear this,” Lucius said, handing her a beautiful green dress with a corset top that had shining silver ties.

Hermione took the dress and laid it on the bed as she searched the floor for her knickers.

“Wear these,” Lucius said, handing her a silver lace bra and panty set. Hermione took them from him and noticed the Malfoy coat-of-arms emblazoned over them in three very choosey places.

Hermione frowned at him.

“Please,” Lucius said, pulling her close after he had his trousers pulled up and fastened. He kissed her temple and stroked her neck.

Hermione ignored it, much to Mr. Malfoy's annoyance. She ought to kiss him back. He was her husband, and it wasn’t as if he were an ugly man. Women were always fawning over him; of course, the number of galleons in his bank vault helped. But he still believed that all the galleons couldn’t help a truly ugly man. He was charming. He was handsome. Any witch would be blessed to have him. And more blessed to have his heart in her little hands. Narcissa had tried to get his heart because she knew his heart was the key to almost one and one half billion galleons being at her disposal. His Hermione could have anything she wanted. She was a generous soul unlike Narcissa. Her death had been quite a sent-by-the-Lady miracle.

Hermione pulled on the knickers her husband gave her, and situated the bra.

Lucius’ eyes widened a bit as he saw her loosen the ties on the dress and bend over a bit to pull it on. He watched her as she sat on the bed to pull on the tiny, comfortable, lace-up leather boots he had bought for her. He slipped two rings bearing the Malfoy coat-of-arms on fingers of each hand and smiled at them as he glanced at Hermione.

Hermione waited quietly on the bed and watched her husband preen in the mirror for a moment before he pulled at a deep blue-silver shirt. She reached for her wand on the bedside table. She gasped and rubbed at her shoulder as he pulled it on.

“Stings, doesn’t it? Well, at least, we both want each other’s health to be intact. Do we not?” Lucius said, rubbing at where she’d stabbed him. He’d forgotten about it once she was mewling beneath him like a proper wife, once she was satisfying him and being pleasured by him.

Hermione stood up and walked over to him as he started buttoning his shirt from the bottom. He was just a man, and any man could be swayed by what certain parts of him wanted.

“What can I do for you, my dear?” Lucius asked when he noticed her standing behind him.

Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him to face her. She pushed at the sleeve that hid his injured shoulder till she could see the wound. It wasn’t bleeding anymore. Hermione felt a stab in her heart. The wound looked so angry. She pressed a finger against the sliced flesh.

Lucius stared down at her. He raised his opposite hand and placed it on her shoulder. What was she doing?

Hermione stared at it, and angry as she was with Lucius, tears rose in her eyes. She didn’t speak to him as she trailed a finger over the wound again.

Lucius moved his hand to her neck as she moved in closer to him by wrapping an arm around her waist.

“What is it, Love?”

Hermione pressed her lips to the spot just above the wound that was free of blood.

Lucius gasped as he felt tingling around the wound. When Hermione pulled back, Lucius saw that there was no mark on his skin. It was if no blade had penetrated his skin an hour earlier.

“How did you do that?” Lucius asked, taking her face in both of his hands.

“Don’t know,” Hermione answered, reaching up and wrapping her hands around his wrists. She smiled at him a little. This was so easy. He would agree and fall into her trap.

Lucius smirked back and pulled her head up to kiss her lips. Hermione allowed him not wanting to fight him on it anymore. He pulled back a moment later.

“I must finish dressing, Love,” Lucius said before winking and adding, “We have plenty of time for clothes not being on tonight. In fact, the rest of my week is all yours. Tonight I shall take you to my villa on the Italian coast.”

Lucius pulled his clothes on while Hermione contemplated how to get him to leave the sheets where they belonged, on the bed waiting to be changed.

“Lucius,” Hermione said, gently brushing his hands aside so she could button his vest for him.

Lucius was almost purring as he watched Hermione do his vest up and help him put on his formal coat and letting her hands linger on his shoulders. She helped him attach his velvet black cape.

“What do you want?” Lucius asked, pushing her back and looking into the molten chocolate eyes.

Hermione puffed her lips out and slid up against him dragging her hands along his chest. His muscles twitched under her touch. She slid her hands up and over his shoulders into the blonde silk. She twisted a bit around her finger and pressed herself against him.

“What would you do for me?” Hermione asked, trailing her index finger around the lapels of his robes and biting her lip.

Could she be any more desirable? He could throw her back on the bed and skip the reception altogether without any compunction. It would be infinitely more fun to have her on her back the rest of the day. He couldn't wait to see her round and heavy with his baby.

“What do you want?” Lucius asked, sliding his hands to her hips and pulling her closer to him. Nothing wrong with enjoying the witch's flirtations.

“The sheets presenting,” Hermione began, and she leaned up and kissed the bottom of his chin. She stroked his neck and twirled another strand of the blonde hair. “It is not necessary to the binding; I was hoping that you would be willing to skip it for me. It’s mostly fallen out of practice.”

Lucius smiled as she kissed his chin again.

“Not in a million years, my dear,” Lucius said, squeezing her waist.

Hermione whipped back from him, but Lucius held her in place.

“Shall we?” Lucius said, tucking her hand onto his arm. “Oh, and you will obey me at the reception and in public. In private, our relationship will be different, no doubt. But you will be the perfect wife in public. If you embarrass me, I promise you won’t like the consequences.”

He took up his cane and waved his wand at the bed and levitated the sheet stained with their mixed blood.

Hermione smiled sweetly at him and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.

Let him think as he would. NO one but she and he would ever see those sheets. NOT in ten million years.

Lucius smiled back at her.

She was taking his refusal very well. She’d always been a bit bossy and controlling in the past. That was when he was a boy and had been willing to servilely capitulate to her for the chance to get his hands under her skirt and in her knickers. He didn’t have to do that anymore. She belonged to him now.

They walked out of the room and down the hallway away from the main stairs around through another beautiful hallway of cherry paneled wood that had dozens of silent family portraits watching them. Lucius stopped when he arrived at a beautiful set of doors carved with lilies.

Hermione looked up at him and pressed to him again.

“You’ll understand why I’m doing this for us, one day,” Lucius said, tilting her chin up and pressing his lips to hers.

Hermione smirked against the man’s lips as she held her wand up aimed at the sheets.

They burst into flames as Hermione slid a hand around to grip the left side of her husband’s backside. She squeezed which earned a grown of approval. She pulled back when a pile of ash was on the floor was the only remnant of the sheets with her virgin blood.

Lucius stared at it.

“What did you do?” he asked, gripping her upper arm firmly. “How will they know that you are fully mine now?”

Hermione smirked at him before pushing the doors open.

“Shall we?”

Lucius’ lip curled up as Hermione withdrew from his arm and sauntered onto the upper entry of the ballroom her hips swaying. She’d be sorry for that.

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Hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm happy to have the stories back at the same number of chapters. Drop a review.

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