Lights of Questionable Faith

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Well, here it is. I hope y'all like it.

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Hermione sighed at the soft pressure he exerted on her lower back as Lucius led her about the floor before the wedding party. She shifted closer to him and placed her cheek on his chest. She slid her hand from his shoulder to his neck and whimpered.

It was only when someone tapped Lucius after the waltz changed into a fox-trot that the spell was broken.

“May I cut in?” Harry asked, offering Hermione his hand.

Lucius squeezed her tighter and glared at the Potter-whelp.

How dare he try to take Hermione? Hermione was his.

Hermione looked between them and saw the darkness of the scowl decorating Lucius’ handsome face. He squeezed her more tightly. She took a step back from him causing his face to turn down in a pout and his hands to tighten.

She was his. What was she doing?

She took Harry’s hand. What atrocious manners Potter had! And he would be invited to every societal function for the rest of his days. ‘For defeating the Dark Lord.’

She would be punished for this indignity. Leaving him to dance with the little wanker. Nobody leaves Lucius Malfoy.

Harry led her away at the brisk rate with a smile on his face.

Mr. Malfoy walked off the floor as other couples began to dance. He slunk over to the bar and got a firewhiskey. He sipped at it as he watched Hermione twirl and smile. She hadn’t smiled at him while he danced with her. And he’d defended her against the Parkinson twat.

His Hermione was now dancing with that sod, Weasley. He shifted angrily as he saw his beloved’s toes trampled on. He frowned.

He was into his fourth and watching Hermione be expertly maneuvered about the floor by his son. He had another before he slowly slipped around the edges of the floor.

Now she was dancing with Severus.

She would pay for being a dance slut. She ought not to have left him. She should be at his side.

She could hold his drink and smooth his hair. She could drape her cheek on his arm. She could look up at him adoringly. She could graciously accept his kisses and touches. She could speak with him. She could whisper in his ear. She could blush and look at the floor when he whispered naughty plans he had for her in the night. She could be his quiet, beautiful companion. That was proper behavior for a witch of her position now. Her only concern should be taking care of him. Of course, she could always talk to him, speak her mind and know he would listen and tend to her needs as any proper husband, but she would have to hold her tongue when in mixed company.

She was just a silly female. Those were the things that she was for. Taking care of her husband’s needs. Tending to him. She would have to learn her place. She didn’t need to waste time being near to her ‘friends.’ He was her best-friend. He ran her life. He owned her.

Mr. Malfoy slipped behind one of the large obsidian pillars. He smirked as he looked at the signet rings on each hand. He shifted so he could see the reflection of the dance floor in one of the enormous windows while still remaining hidden behind the pillar.

He slowly and gently began to stroke the rings. They glowed warmer on his fingers as the spell went into effect.

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Hermione gasped as Severus spun her out and back. She could feel the most delicious tingling in her breasts right on her nipples. Her eyes glazed over as Severus and she continued dancing.

She gasped as Lucius' face swam before her eyes. She couldn’t see anything but the luxurious blonde locks of hair, the gorgeous deep grey eyes, the strong jaw line, the aristocratic nose, the broad shoulders, the strong chest, the perfect abs, the beautiful legs holding him above her in the bed earlier.

She gasped again and almost doubled over. It felt like his mouth was on them now. What was happening? She had better self-control than this.

Severus stared at Hermione, the girl who’d treated him like a younger brother in school. Lucius had a hand in this. He began to look around as Hermione gasped again and wriggled a little. He gently released her hand and walked her off the dance floor to a handsomely carved antique chair. He lowered her into it.

“Are you alright, Lady Malfoy?”

Hermione couldn’t respond. Why did it feel like Lucius tongue was thrusting in and out of her? Wh—why did it feel like his hands were caressing her breasts? She arched her back a little. What magic was this?

“Lady Malfoy?” Severus tried again, looking around for wherever Lucius might be hiding.

The only blonde he saw was Draco who was now twirling in a sensual rumba with a lovely younger, dark-haired witch; he believed it was Miss Astoria Greengrass.

“Hippogriff shit,” he hissed, looking down at Lady Malfoy’s lust filled eyes. At least the lust seemed to be for one person.

“Professor, what’s wrong?” Ginny asked, taking a seat next to Hermione.

“I must be off to talk to someone, but I feel guilty leaving the bride here alone. Will you stay with her?”

“Of course, Professor,” Ginny said as Hermione whimpered and fell onto her shoulder.

Severus glared as he looked around the room searching out any place where his slippery friend might be hiding. It was only because of his care that he spotted Lucius’ reflection in the window.

Severus walked slowly toward the bar and ordered a shot of dark rum. He sipped it as he walked over to the pillar and slipped behind it.

“What are you doing, Lucius?”

“Nothing,” Lucius said, stuffing his hands behind his back and smiling brightly.

“What did you do to Hermione?”

“Lady Malfoy,” Lucius corrected mildly, pulling his hands out and twiddling his fingers around. “She needed punishment—and might be in need of more yet.”

“So you put a lust spell on her?”

Lucius looked up as he stepped from his hiding place followed by Severus who took another sip of the rum.

“No,” Lucius answered, smiling brightly as he spotted his wife sitting in a group of women.

That was alright. That was okay. She could sit with the women.

“Don’t lie to me, Lucius.”

“I’m not,” Lucius said, cocking an eyebrow at his friend before beginning to walk to Hermione.

Just her undergarments were enchanted.

“I must see to my wife and ask her for the next dance,” Lucius said, walking purposefully toward Hermione who was still glassy eyed.

Lucius walked calmly toward his gorgeous little wife. She would learn one way or another. She would submit to him. Before all assembled. She would be a proper wife.

Hermione stared at the lithe blonde as he strutted toward her. He smirked at her as she looked him up and down as if he was covered in chocolate and waiting to be licked clean by her. He stopped a foot in front of her.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Love?” Lucius asked, puffing out his beautiful lips at her.

Hermione stared at his lips as he spoke. Her mind was fuzzy as he offered her his hand.

“Would you willingly give your husband another dance?” he asked.

Hermione stared at him. She was married to him. She would have him soon in a bed. He would have her, again. She placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her up and lead her to the floor.

"Time for her to learn a lesson."

"She's being nice."

"She is under the spell you twit. I'm going to make sure she knows her place.

Lucius waved a hand toward the conductor of the orchestra as he placed his hands on his wife.

He directed her in rapid staccato set of steps and purposely shoved her into one of the pillars cracking her head lightly.

Hermione shook herself coming out it to see the anger in Lucius’ eyes.

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Draco groaned as he watched them. This wasn't going to be pretty at the end. He looked around and spotted his godfather.

"Severus," Draco said, approaching the man with Astoria's hand held in his.

"We need to get people out of here and modify memories."

Draco nodded.

"Father is out of his mind. He is intent to get her back for perceived wrongs."

"Indeed," Severus said.

"I've got the right half."

"I'll get the rest."

"I'll help with modifying memories," Astoria said, squeezing Draco's arm.

"Thank you," Draco whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead.

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He spun her and moved them into a smooth promenade and ended in a corte. Hermione gasped and glared at him as he squeezed her against his chest, her left leg slid out on his and her right between his. He began to move them through the tango walk adding a brush tap at the end.

Hermione felt him jerk her around and slide her feet with his own before promenading them again. She turned her head from him and frowned curling her nose up as he did a fancy brush tap. Hermione mimicked him perfectly glaring into his eyes as he spun her around holding her arms outspread. He pressed his knee between her legs and kicked the back of her dress up. She moved her leg between his in a fierce kicking motion brushing her thigh against his crotch lightly as she did so before hooking her leg around his hip and sliding her body against his as he lifted her and spun them around once before setting her on the floor. Then she was moved into a molinete, circling around Lucius in sharp steps glaring at him. She fell in his arms in a volcada, allowing herself to be slid about a bit, looking away from him.

The music was ebbing as Mr. Malfoy forced her to slide down and around so her face was about level with the middle of his thighs.

At the very end, Mr. Malfoy jerked Hermione up against his chest trapping her arms between their torsos. Hermione gripped his fancy robes intent on shoving him away from her. She was too into the dance to do much else.

He pulled her closer so their lips were almost touching.

Hermione shoved at him trying the throw him off her. The pig slammed her into the wall.

“My dear little Love, you will never disrespect me again. You will accept my decisions as being best for us. You will behave as mine, and you will not go gallivanting around. You will not dance with all the men in a room. I won’t have people thinking that anyone can have you. You are mine and mine only. I don’t share!”

“Let go of me, Lucius Malfoy.”

“You don’t tell me what to do,” Mr. Malfoy said, raising his hand and pressing it against Hermione’s cheek.

“Let go of me, now.”

“Stay by my side,” Mr. Malfoy demanded before pressing his lips to Hermione’s forehead.

By this time, Hermione had worked one of her hands free. Before she had a moment to think her action through, she’d brought her palm flat across his cheek.

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