Sugar Quills

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling.

SUGARQUILLS


Lucius woke entwined with Hermione. He lay there for a long moment absorbing it. Storing the memory for later. She lay facing him, head cradled into his chest. Her hair spread everywhere, its tentacles entwined with their limbs, binding them together. Since their marriage five months ago, Lucius had become used to many of Hermione’s small quirks. Sleeping with her hair unbound was one that fortunately he loved.

He ran a hand down her back, stroking her awake. Her firmly rounded stomach pressed into him. At times the press of their child’s stretching body woke him, but he never minded. His child. His and Hermione’s. Soon this new life would be born. His heart leapt unexpectedly at the idea. He knew that the baby meant that it was highly unlikely that she would leave him. But somehow Lucius had begun to feel things for this unborn infant. Gratitude. Awe. Pride. He would prefer not to have these feelings, but with Hermione nothing was ever simple.

He felt her stir as his slow caresses reached her backside. She burrowed her head deeper into his chest. He felt her hands reaching, touching and teasing him. Waking with her was glorious. With Hermione he felt important and wanted. Though he would never admit to it, he preened like a peacock under her attention. Sexually, she never turned him away. Knowing that he could not have her heart, Lucius had contented himself with her body. For now.

In the past months they had grown into friends. He hoped that this was the beginning of more. He was prepared to be patient. It would be worth it.

Lucius often discussed his various businesses with Hermione who usually had an interesting viewpoint. He found their talks arousing. Another thing she would never know. He found her intelligence very enticing. Her insightfulness was quite useful at times. Hermione’s extraordinary mind was a wonder. He never tired of exploring various topics with her.

The besotted pureblood had even set a up a potions lab for Hermione to do some independent research. She would finish her degree, but would focus more on research. Her preliminary work was interesting, as Lucius had always enjoyed potions. It was one thing that he and Severus both enjoyed. Severus being one of his few remaining friends.

Severus had been shocked to hear that Lucius was marrying Hermione. He assumed, as did most of wizarding society that Lucius was trying to secure his safety by publicly tying himself to the daughter of muggles. The ministry couldn’t accuse him of trying to kill muggles, if he were married to one. It helped that Hermione was renowned for helping to fell Voldemort. Lucius’ more prurient companions thought it was Hermione’s youth and beauty, and openly envied him his wife.

Lucius groaned, remembering that today his in-laws would arrive. Hermione was due anytime now and her mother insisted on being present not only for the birth, but the weeks following the impending event. He and Mr. Granger had eventually made their peace when his father in-law realised that Hermione truly wanted to be with Lucius. It was Mrs. Granger, however, that kept Lucius on pins and needles. If it weren’t for Hermione, he would have hexed the nosy bitch into oblivion. She seemed to have an opinion on every subject on Earth.

“Hermione, love. Turn around.” Lucius wanted to claim what he could of her before her family came. He loved the feel of her lush body, heavy with his seed. It was as if everything in her had ripened.

Hermione slowly turned to her other side, her nightgown twisted higher up her thighs. Soon it was pushed up to her waist by her husbands gentle hands. Lucius kissed the back her neck and followed her spine with his lips. She seemed so delicate he hated to be overly rough with her. He pulled her leg back and entered her in small increments. She was so ready for him.

He thrust his hips carefully, not wanting to make any jarring moves. He moved in smooth measured strokes. Her fevered core soon had him driving into her more forcefully. Lucius couldn’t help himself, she felt so good around him. He felt her fingers touch his sac lightly making them tighten suddenly at her touch. He spewed into her, his body bucking under the force of his orgasm. In the midst he felt her squeeze him in rippling waves as she came.

Hermione lay limp and sated. She couldn’t believe that as huge as she was that Lucius still wanted her so much. Strangely, it seemed her pregnancy was a stimulant for his sexual appetite. Not that she minded. She loved knowing that he still wanted her. It made her feel more secure to know that her changing shape hadn’t been off putting. It gave her hope for their marriage.

“Come on lazybones, get up.” Lucius slapped her buttocks playfully. “Your parents will arrive shortly.”

Hermione grinned, her eyes full of deviltry, “Looking forward to their visit, aren’t you Lucius?”

A blond brow rose, “Must they stay so long. Won’t their ‘patients’ miss them?”

“Lucius, if I don’t let my mother stay, I’ll never hear the end of it. Moreover, it’ll put her mind at ease seeing how we are together. After the Harry and Ron debacle, it was difficult to convince her that I was with you willingly.” Hermione rose to draw on a robe.

“Debacle!” Lucius snorted, “More like conspiracy. Imagine going to the Ministry to formally complain that I had you under the Imperius Curse. Those two are bloody menaces. And I’ll not have them in my home. If you want to go to visit them, fine. But they are not to step foot in Malfoy Manor.” Lucius strode into the bathroom, his anger evident in every step.

Hermione followed laughing, “Lucius, it’s been five months, let it go. They know now that they were wrong. They still can’t believe it. In fact, you know Ron isn’t speaking to me. So you needn’t worry about him showing up here.”

Lucius stepped into the shower, “Fine. Just make sure Potter stays away then. I have had enough of him. Prancing about the Ministry as if he owned the place! Fucking idiot.”

“Lucius, be nice.” Dropping her own robe, Hermione made her way into the shower.

Lucius reached for her liquid soap and poured it into his hands. He loved touching her. He lathered her entire body, his hand slowing over her mound.

Hermione absently returned the favor, soaping him as she continued speaking, “When my mother is here, try not to have that sneering look on your face. It sends the wrong message.”

Pasting an innocent look on his face he replied, “What message is that, dear?” His lips twitched from his suppressed smile.

Hermione tweaked his nipple, “You know exactly what I mean Lucius. Behave. Be good to my parents, and I’ll be good to you.”

Lucius kissed her neck and whispered, “Liar. You’ll be good to me anyway. Can’t help it can you? You love me inside you.” His fingers feathered their way to her moist center.

Dropping to his knees, he parted her legs to plant heated kisses at her damp juncture.

“Darling, we don’t have time for this,” Hermione tried to push away, but was held in place by his firm hands. “Ooohhh…yesss…” she moaned. Her parents could wait she decided.

Later, as they greeted the Grangers, Lucius had to keep a tight reign on his temper. Mrs. Granger was just so grating to his nerves.

“Well, Lucius,” said Mrs. Granger her eyes narrowing in consideration. “You look as fit as ever. Quite well, for a man of your advanced years. How do you do it?”

Fixing a false smile on his face Lucius replied, “Hermione, of course. She keeps me young. Quite challenging, keeping up with her.”

Mrs. Granger’s lips tightened at his rejoinder. “I see,” she said frostily.

This sniping continued throughout the day. Hermione was exhausted by the time she went to bed. Keeping the two from each other’s throats was daunting. It was going to be a long visit.

Hermione woke in the middle of the night. She felt a pressure gripping her abdomen. There was a sudden rush of liquid gushing forth. Her water had finally broken. Fear and excitement gripped her.

“Lucius,” she shook him, “wake up! The baby is coming.”

Lucius quickly took everything in hand and they were soon at St. Mungo’s. As soon as Hermione was settled Lucius asked if she wanted her mother.

“No, I want it to be just the two of us.” Hermione replied. “She had an easy birth with me, so I doubt she’ll have much empathy however this goes.”

“She’ll have more than I.” Lucius stepped back. “I don’t think I can do this 'coaching' thing. Why don’t I just leave you to the wonderfully competent nurses? After all, Malfoy fathers do not belong in birthing rooms.”

Hermione’s brow darkened ominously, “Lucius Malfoy.” She enunciated every syllable slowly. “You put one toe out that door and you’ll regret it the rest of your life. Get back here and stop behaving like such a coward!”

At that accusation Lucius snapped to attention. “Coward! Just because I doubt that I can be of much use to you at the moment, does not mean I am a coward. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! You are the one unwilling to face the prospect of birthing our child alone. In fact, it may be a measure of your bravery to see how it goes without the extremely superfluous father!” Lucius again slid towards the door.

“Malfoy! You were there when you made this baby, and you’re bloody well going to be here now!!!” Hermione yelled, her anger spilling out finally.

At that moment a contraction hit Hermione. She could barely remember her breathing exercises. She struggled to sit up to alleviate the pain. Hermione gritted her teeth to keep from screeching at the pain tearing through her. At that moment a nurse entered.

“Mrs. Malfoy let’s see about some pain medication for you,” said Nurse Battle. She produced a potion and encouraged Hermione to drink it.

“I want to do natural childbirth, thank you.” Hermione did not want any drugs, natural or otherwise in her child’s system.

“All right then, Mrs. Malfoy, do let me know if you should change your mind.” The nurse checked Hermione’s progress once the contraction passed.

Lucius looked down to find himself holding tightly to Hermione’s hand. How that had occurred he had no idea. But the blonde knew that he could not leave her now, no matter how desperately he desired.

A few hours later found Hermione saying in a rather distraught tone, “Lucius tell the nurse that I want the potion.”

Hermione took the potion eagerly. She was exhausted. During the lulls in contractions, she slept. It was the pain that woke her. She’d become extremely irritable, flinging Lucius’ hand from her several times. Telling him to shut up, as the sound of his voice reminded her how she ended up here to begin with. She even said that the touch of his hand made her skin crawl and vowed it would be a cold day in hell before she allowed him to touch her again. And once, she bit him. She claimed she didn’t realise that she was doing it. It just happened.

Lucius was at turns angry and amused. He figured that Hermione was out of her mind with pain. So he did not take anything she said seriously. However, if she did not give birth soon, he would strangle the witch to end this misery for them both.

The midwife had checked periodically on Hermione, but this time she told her that she was ready to push. Half an hour later, Lucius saw his baby daughter enter their world. He was in awe. In awe and shock that such a hideous creature could come from the two of them. Now he was glad he didn’t see Draco until he’d been properly scrubbed up. All that mess, how horrid.

The midwife briefly showed the baby to Hermione before whisking her away to clean and check her. It seemed ages before her infant’s return. When she finally got to hold her, Hermione could hardly believe that this tiny person was hers. She had a shock of white hair and the milky blue eyes of newborns. Her features were tiny, delicate and indistinct. Hermione searched for traces of herself and Lucius.

“Oh Lucius, she’s wonderful,” whispered Hermione as she checked fingers and toes. “Let’s call her Harriet.”

Lucius scowled, “Harriet. For Potter? Are you mad Hermione? We are not naming her Harriet.”

“Why not? It’s my grandmother’s name. I love it.” Hermione’s face fell a bit at Lucius’ stubborn countenance. “How about Luciana? I know you like that name, you’ve offered it more than once.”

“It has a certain ring to it. However, I was hoping to name her Adora. It was my mother’s name.” Lucius waited, as Hermione seemed to turn the name over in her mind.

“Adora Malfoy. Adora Luciana Malfoy. Yes. I like that.” Holding her young daughter up, Hermione said sweetly, “Hello Adora. I’m your mother, Hermione. This is your father, Lucius.”

Lucius rolled his eyes. How ridiculous. Talking to an infant. To go from being Voldemort’s right hand to the companion of a child…how ignominious.

Hermione spied his sour look, and bit back a laugh. Lucius would never be the cuddly type, but she had no doubt that he would protect and care for their small family. She pitied whomever their daughter would marry already.

The last few months had been eye openers. Lucius was certainly more intelligent than she ever imagined. He was a prodigious reader, and often they had thought provoking debates. Nothing was sacred. From the role of house elves to the various prejudices of both muggle and wizarding societies. They fought terribly sometimes, but the making up was magnificent. Amazingly, Lucius never seemed to hold those angry moments against her. He hadn’t lost his need for winning however, and would practically pout if he felt Hermione had proved a point. Teasing him out of his sulks was one of her little pleasures.
Looking down now at their child, Hermione knew that she would do anything to hold onto what they had. She cared deeply for Lucius, and hoped he would grow to feel the same.

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It was with great relief and happiness that Lucius bid goodbye to his in-laws a six weeks later. At last they were alone. Lucius had plans for Hermione. Tonight he would have her all to himself. He had arranged for Draco to watch Adora for a several hours.

Lucius had been shocked how much Draco took to Adora. The young man seemed to think she was a toy. His toy. With the Grangers around and various visitors instantly popping into the Manor, Lucius often found it hard to even get a peek at Adora, much less a chance to hold her. Yet somehow Draco always managed to get hold of her, regardless of who had been holding Adora. She already recognized Draco’s voice.

Adora had filled out. She looked like an angel. Her blond hair lay in beautiful curls and her eyes had turned stormy gray. There was no denying the paternity of this child. Like Draco, she was a Malfoy through and through. Hermione often complained that it wasn’t fair, she did all that work only to be presented with a miniature Lucius.

Lucius made his way to their rooms and warded the entrance to bar anyone from entering. Hermione lay sleeping. Lucius lay down next to her and ran his hand down her torso. She wore a flimsy little pink chemise.

Lucius rolled onto her, pinning her beneath him. Hermione woke when she felt the press of his heavy body on her. Lucius caught her hands and brought them above her head. He kissed the delicious curve of her neck, savoring the softness of the skin. He dotted tiny kisses to her mouth.

Oh what a mouth! After such a long drought Hermione tasted heavenly. Until now, he had purposely only given her chaste kisses, wanting to have the excitement build. Now Lucius feasted on Hermione. He ran his tongue lightly over the roof of her mouth, making Hermione tingle.

Hermione felt swept away by just his kisses. She had thrown hints for days that she was ready to resume marital relations. But Lucius completely ignored her. She had come to the conclusion that he wanted to wait until her parents left. And was it worth it. The feel of his hands on her wrists was so arousing. Tonight she wanted to be dominated.

Leaving her mouth Lucius returned to her neck to nuzzle the other side. Hermione’s head fell back completely exposing her neck. Lucius’s nipping kisses made pools of desire gather at her core. She wanted him so badly. She felt so close to coming. In fact if she just squeezed her legs together, she was sure it would be over for her. Alas, in between her legs lay Lucius.

“Touch me. Lucius I need you to touch me!” Hermione cried as she arched underneath him.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” asked Lucius. His voice was dark and smooth.

Hermione twisted to slant her lips across his wanting to capture that sexy voice. In between kisses she begged in whispers, “Just touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Toouuch meee…”

“Where, Hermione?”

“Please, please, please, please, please, please…” she crooned as her lips traveled from his mouth along his jaw to rest at his ear. Her hands ran through his hair dragging at the locks. Her long legs wrapped around him, pressing her mound into him. God! He felt so right, so good there. He was everything she’d ever wanted. Her fantasies come to life.

“Where?” He repeated. Hermione tried to guide one hand to her, but he refused to budge.

“Where do you want me to touch Hermione?”

Suddenly feeling bold she whispered, “My pussy. Touch my pussy Lucius.”

Wagging a finger in front of her face he taunted, “Uh uh uh! Wrong pronoun. Ask properly.”

Hermione’s mouth dried as she said huskily, “Your pussy. All yours. Please Lucius, touch your sweet little pussy. I need you.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed deeply in his throat. He still held her arms with one hand, the other sought out her sodden folds. He parted them with the stroke of his middle finger and Hermione willed him to plunge it inside of her. Instead Lucius played with the sensitive skin inside her labia making Hermione quiver in delight.

“Mine. My pussy.” Lucius growled this possessive response as he cupped her sex and squeezed lightly.

Releasing her arms Lucius lifted Hermione’s hips. Her thin chemise fell back revealing her smooth stomach. He kissed the insides of he thighs. He moved his head to her core, kissing the dusting of curls. His tongue traced her slit tasting her juices.

“My cup runneth over…” Lucius smiled naughtily, his light eyes glinting with humor.

Hermione laughed at this nonsense. “Madman,” she thought.

But she soon lost all sense as his silky tongue flicked over her clitoris at last. The strength of her orgasm surprised her even as it ripped through her body. As the tremors shook her she felt Lucius slam into her. Her passage gripped him and it began again. Lucius was barely able to hold back his own release.

He stopped moving and withdrew. His hands tugged her chemise over head, discarding it as quickly as possible. He suckled her milk-laden nipples, his mouth tasting the sweet liquid. Her breasts were very tender and could not take much attention. She soon pleaded for Lucius to desist.

She felt his hips twist above her as he reentered her, and she pulsed in anticipation. Hermione expected Lucius to fuck her hard and fast. But he slowed and lay fully upon her. Cradling her face Lucius kissed Hermione deeply and sensually. He poured into this embrace all the love he had held back. Using his arousing kisses, he anointed her entire face, ears, and neck.

With every touch of his mouth, he murmured, “I love you.” When at last he returned to her mouth his lips feathered against her own. And he pledged his love again.

Lucius raised himself onto his elbows and threaded his fingers through Hermione’s hair.

“Open your eyes,” he said. Hermione’s eyes were awash with tears and she blinked furiously to bat them away. Lucius leaned in to taste her sweetly salty tears. He pulled back to look intently into her eyes. “I love you” he repeated the words slowly waiting for their meaning to sink into her.

Lucius had lost all fear. He wanted his life with Hermione to be a full one. He knew she cared for him. He needed to know if she loved him. He waited breathlessly for endless moments for her response to his declaration.

Hermione raised a trembling hand to Lucius’ cheek. Her fingers traced his features as if memorizing them. Briefly she closed her eyes to breath in his essence. When she opened her eyes, Lucius knew what she about to say before the words ever left her lips. She loved him. It was there in her eyes. In the quavering smile on her lips. In the touch of her hands as the other joined its mate in its quest.

She loved him. It was that simple. That easy.

“I love you,” she said in a low and steady tone. “I’ve always loved you and I always will. There was no one before you and there’ll be no one after you. You fill me with such joy and I love you with my very soul.”

Lucius held her in a crushing embrace burying his face in her hair. He began to touch Hermione eager to seal their love in a more physical manner. When Lucius finally finished making love to Hermione (by now he could admit that it was lovemaking and not just terrific sex) it was late into the night. He fell into the waiting arms of sleep and his wife with utter faith and bliss. He would never be alone again.

Every year on their anniversary Hermione would find a box of sugarquills at the breakfast table. And every year the day after, they were finished.


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A.N. Thank you for all your wonderful reviews. You made writing my first fic such incredible fun. I'm probably addicted by now.

Special thanks to Aggie for the name Adora and to everyone else who made it difficult to choose one. I'm going on to think of a naughtly little HG/SS - my favorite ship.

BTW I suffer from Cinderella-itis and couldn't help giving them a happy ending.