Divorce, disaster and denial

I know I’m taking a little longer to update now than before but there are reasons for this. My Nan is ill and I have to take care of her, so that leaves me with the middle of the night to write and I am exhausted. You get the picture. So, just to let you all know, I have not abandoned this story.

I love writing this story, and I love the reviews you’re all leaving me. Please bear with me, it is coming.

Now, back to the business at hand. SMUT!!

Yes, I finally got to it. And bear with me, I have never written het smut before and after this I plan never to write it again. I think I shall stick to slash.

Thank you to kiwigirl, redneckmama, and Jan for your reviews, I’m so glad that you like it.

One of my friends from uni read my story, and he had a few things to say. He hates fluff and original characters. But he still read it and he said it was good, though not his tastes.

Now, for the next few chapters could you please tell me about yourselves? I am so curious as to who my readers and reviewers are.

My name is Tori, I am 19, of mixed European heritage and live in London. I am a university student, studying Creative Writing. I am bisexual and I am single.

Now, on with the chapter.

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The wedding reception was in full swing, the cake had been cut, the alcohol poured, the music playing.

George pulled Andie off to one side. “Let’s go,” he said.

“Go where?” she asked, her eyes fixed on him.

“The villa your father owns in the south of Spain. Your father let me have the keys. I’m taking you there for a week or two.”

She positively lit up. He scooped her up in his arms and Apparated away.

They landed softly on the steps outside the villa. It was overlooking a beach and was very different from Malfoy Manor in England.

It was smaller, for one, comprising of a kitchen, living room, bathroom and three bedrooms. It was painted a pale green with red shutters on the windows and a red front door.

George opened the door and picked Andie up again, carrying her over the threshold, up the stairs and into the main bedroom. The house elves had transferred their trunks to the foot of the huge bed, white wood with pale blue silk sheets. George delicately placed Andie in the middle of the bed and kissed her, kneeling before her like a supplicant before an alter.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” George said, nuzzling her neck.

“Yes, you did. Several times,” she said, moaning slightly as he nipped at her skin.

“Well, you do.”

She pushed him away and walked to her trunk, pulling something midnight blue out of it that he couldn’t see properly.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, exiting the room and walking to the bathroom. George pulled off his robes and shoes until he was wearing his unbuttoned shirt and trousers. He lay back on the bed and waited for his wife.

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Onyx vanished from the bathroom once she had finished helping Andie out of her wedding dress. Onyx had been the one George had requested come with them to the villa. He figured that they should at least have someone to make sure they actually ate.

Andie slipped into the blue silk negligee

She splashed some cold water onto her face and sprayed herself with a light lemon perfume.

She exited the bathroom and walked to the bedroom, standing in the doorway. She took a deep breath before she walked in to the room.

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George opened his eyes and his jaw dropped as his wife walked towards him.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed, straddling him. She looked at him in surprise, but he could see she was scared.

“I’m not Vasili. This is all you, all your pace, all your choice. I know that you’re scared but I promise you I won’t hurt you. You can do whatever you want to me. And I promise that if you tell me to stop, I will, no questions asked,” he said softly.

She was still for a moment, before she latched onto his lips, kissing him possessively.

She slid off him and seated herself next to him, on her knees. She broke the kiss and looked down at his shirt, reaching out timidly to open the rest of the buttons. Once the shirt was open, she pulled it off his shoulders and grasped his shoulders. George laughed as she pushed him backwards, his body landing gently on the bed beneath them.

She smiled and went for his belt. She unfastened it slowly, gently pulling it from the trousers. She moved onto his trousers. Unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down, she pulled the slowly down his legs. He lay there in his red boxers.

“Why blue?” he said, motioning towards her negligee.

She smiled. “I would have been a Ravenclaw, if I had gone to Hogwarts. My Uncle decided to keep me at home to tutor me, but he and Dumbledore were friends. Dumbledore let me try the hat on when I was about nine. I was going to be a Ravenclaw,” she said gently.

“Not a Slytherin? I’ll bet Lucius was thrilled by that.”

“He was actually. He worried that if I had been a Slytherin I would have joined Voldemort.”

“Would you?”

“No. Elves are neutral. I wouldn’t have joined either side. But I respect what you and your family did during the war.”

He smiled and then all thoughts left his head as the negligee was removed, his wife dropping it to the floor to join his clothes.

She was not what he had expected, but in his eyes, she was perfect. She blushed and covered her c-cup’s with her arms but he sat up and pulled them away, shaking his head softly. He bent his head and took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, before turning to the other nipple, affording it the same treatment. She moaned as he pulled back.

She smiled mischievously and pounced, pinning him to the bed. She silenced him with a nibble to the skin that joined his neck to his shoulder.

She pulled back and he moaned. She smirked that Malfoy smirk and he nodded, he was sorry he teased her.

She flipped them so he was on top of her. He looked at her in surprise.

“I want you to make love to me. Show me what I’ve been missing?” she whispered.

He leaned in and kissed her. He slowly moved his kiss downwards to her neck, then collarbone and finally back to her nipples. He suckled and nibbled at them, Andie tangling her fingers in his hair and arching up towards him. He rolled off her and trailed his fingers lightly over her skin. He bent his head and gently kissed every scar that lay on her front. Then her rolled her onto her front and continued his scar kissing on her back.

He rolled her onto her back once more and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Unnoticed by Andie, he had slid his boxers off and her panties, leaving them both naked.

“I just thought that this would go smoother if there were no clothes in the way. Works better that way,” he said, making her laugh. She pulled him in for another kiss.

Her hand travelled to his chest and she ran her fingers tentatively over his warm skin. George lit the candles with a wave of his hand and rolled onto his back so she could do as she pleased to him.

She trailed her fingers down his chest, pausing to caress his nipples, making him gasp. She moved down his stomach, feeling the muscles built by lugging boxes of stock in the shop. She dipped her fingers into his navel before moving downwards. She paused as she reached his privates.

He watched her face as she gently wrapped her hand around him, slowly exploring him with her fingers and eyes. After a few minutes she looked into his eyes.

“You’re right, you’re not him,” she said gently. “I want you to show me how much you love me, George.”

He smiled gently and pulled her in for a kiss. He changed their position so he was cradled between her legs. He kissed down her torso and towards her neat red curls. He parted her legs further and gently ran his index finger along her folds. She gasped as she slipped his finger between them to caress her clit gently and then parted her folds, slipping his tongue in between them.

He licked at her gently, caressing her clit with his tongue before sucking on it gently, making her moan. She gasped his name in a half moan as he slid a finger into her, relieved to find her wet. He moved his finger slowly, sucking all the time. He added another finger and angled them upwards to press against her g-spot, a little trick he had learned a few years ago.

She stiffened and screamed as an orgasm rolled over her. Again and again the pulses ran through her until she was just a quivering mass of need. He released her clit and removed his fingers from her, crawling up her body, placing kisses every so often. She pulled him on top of her and kissed him, her tongue snaking in to duel with his, tasting herself on his lips.

She reached between them and caressed his achingly hard cock. He moaned and dropped his head onto her shoulder, gripping her to him as she stroked and squeezed. She dipped her hand downwards and fondled his balls while her other hand continued to stroke him. She tugged gently on his balls while dipping her pinkie finger into his sensitive slit. His undoing was her sliding down under him to suckle his left nipple. He gasped and moaned and screamed her name as he came.

They lay side by side as they both came down from their high. After a good five minutes of silence and stillness, Andie wrapped her hand around his returning erection and moved his hand to her pussy as a silent command of what she wanted.

He rolled onto her and she spread her legs to accommodate his hips. He began to stroke her, delving his fingers into her pussy as he kissed her in earnest. She arched under him and he removed his fingers, stroking himself to full hardness. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip just pressing into her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

She nodded and gripped his hips in silent invitation. He slid his cock into her slowly but in one fluid motion. He groaned and forced himself to stay calm and not loose control. But fucking hell she was tight. He could have come right there and then. She gasped and pushed her hips up towards him.

He complied by sliding almost all the way out of her and then back in, agonisingly slowly. She growled at him.

He picked up his pace, faster and more forcefully into her, dipping his head to suck and lick at her neck. His left hand made its way to her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, before moving down to caress her clit. She gasped as he moved his fingers in an anticlockwise motion on her clit while thrusting into her.

She wrapped her legs around him, joining them at her ankles. She moaned as he brushed that spot deep inside her once again.

George began pounding into her in earnest at her pleading. He moved her legs further apart and held her right up higher, pinning it by her side with his arm. She gasped and moaned, screamed and cried his name in abandon.

She was close, he could taste it in her kisses, feel it in the way she kept thrusting her hips up frantically towards him, the way she clawed at his back, bit at his shoulders, drew blood.

Suddenly she stiffened underneath him, clutching him tighter than ever before and he pounded into her wildly, crying out her name as he joined her in orgasm, shooting his load deep inside her.

They lay there in the same position for at least ten minutes, before Andie giggled at George’s growing erection inside her. He looked at her apologetically and she pulled him in for a kiss, before flipping them still joined so she was straddling him. She began to move up and down, riding her husband, until they both came again, needing nothing more than the movement of their sex.

They collapsed and rested before continuing to consummate their marriage until dawns early light. After a shower, in which Andie had George pin her against the wall and take her twice more, they fell into bed, curled around each other and fell into an exhausted sleep.

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Well, that’s it. The only het sex scene you will see in this fic. I refuse to write another one. I refuse to write anything other than slash from now on.

Well, let me know what you think. This is the first (and last) het sex scene that I have written, tell me what you think please.

Coming next chapter is Draco and Percy’s wedding. I decided on this order because I wanted Lucius to be the proud father while his children got married. And because I wanted it to be last so I could spend a lot of time on it.

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