Amorem Consentit

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A BIG THANK YOU TO MY LOVELY REVIEWERS! AM QUITE FOND OF YOU ALL! THE WABBIT SAYS: "CARROT COOKIES and HUGS for ALL!"

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CHAPTER 13 - Semi-Sweet Revenge

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“Well, what can I tell you?” Merlin said, scowling at the way his heirs were already feeling up the witch. Life as a portrait was so unfair.

“What we asked you. Don't stall. You know we want to know the prophecy.” Hermione glared at the portrait.

"I made this prophecy when I was 240 years old, right before that HAG, Morgana hexed my male heirs. I'm quite grateful for it too!"

“Why?” Lucius asked, wondering how could Merlin like that his heirs were cursed.

"Grateful for the prophecy, you idiot," Merlin said, "though if my randiness had been allowed to be expressed in all of you, the line would surely have died off due to STDs."

Lucius huffed.

Merlin rolled his eyes. "How many times did you masturbate when you were a teenager?"

Lucius blushed deep red and buried his face in Hermione's shoulder. She stroked his silky hair and tried to relax him.

"I think I'll share that with Hermione, at least 5 times a day! He masturbated more than any other male at that school," Merlin said, picking up the crystal ball in his painting and tossing it back and forth between his hands.

Hermione giggled. She could imagine Lucius doing that to himself. It was actually very arousing.

“What about Draco?” she asked wondering if he was similar to Lucius.

"Draco did at least three times a day, and always thinking about you," Merlin said, smirking wildly at his youngest grandchild.

Draco blushed, but didn't hide his face. He would be brave.

"Always?" Hermione asked, looking at Draco with bright happy eyes as she petted Lucius' hair.

“Yes, always. It was so difficult for me after classes that we had together. I would not be able to keep it down all day after that.”

"You always sat right behind me in potions, but would sit in my row in other classes, why?" Hermione asked as her eyes narrowed in anger.

“Because if I had been sitting in the same row in Potions, I would've not seen your gorgeous backside bet over a cauldron, and secondly, I would've been found out due to the enormous tent in my trousers your movements caused. Therefore, I was hiding. I loved being so close to you. Forgive me?” he begged.

"Are you saying that you sat behind me just to stare at my arse?" Hermione asked, with her eyes still narrowed.

“And to inhale your scent. I didn't know what perfume you used, but it was so warm and inviting. I wanted to hug you and bury my nose in your hair.”

"That's the sweetest thing a boy ever did for me at Hogwarts," Hermione said, and she looped an arm about Draco's neck and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.

“I always wondered how it would've been for us if not for the war. Then I might've been lucky enough to be your friend first, then boyfriend.”

“Aw, Draco, that's so sweet!” She said and kissed his lips sweetly.

"Pull her robe down and fondle her breasts," Merlin whispered in Draco's ear. "Do it!" the portrait. "All I will get to do is look!"

Draco didn't want to expose her tot he eyes of the old portrait. she was his gem. It was bad enough his father had seen her naked.

"That's the problem with children these days; no respect for their elders!" Merlin sat pouting in his frame as his heirs nuzzled the pretty witch before he smirked.

Hermione's robe vanished. She squealed and tried to cover up her breasts.

Merlin clapped his hands in delight.

Draco moved her aptly to sit in his lap, with her back to Merlin.

“She's mine, old codger,” Draco growled.

"If I were alive and in my prime," Merlin said, shaking a fist at Draco.

Draco smirked painting and gave Merlin the finger.

"Share!" Lucius said, putting his hands on Hermione hips and trying to pull her close.

“She's my bride, Father,” Draco said sternly. He didn't want to share her.

"Draco, be nice," Hermione said, reaching an arm for Lucius. "Lucius needs love too!"

"You're my BRIDE!" Draco said, picking her up as easily as if he had used a levitating charm.

“You are mine, Hermione. I can give you all you need,” Draco soothed her.

Lucius took her hand and kissed it lightly.

“Don't touch her, Father. You shouldn't seduce her away from me.”

Lucius released her hand and looked at her sadly as she reached for him.

"Lucius!" Hermione said, shoving her hand insistently at him.

“Don't be upset, Love,” Draco said as he cradled her close.

Hermione gasped when she couldn't see Lucius. She began to wiggle about desperately.

"Lucius!" she cried wiggling harder.

"Let go, Draco."

“No, she is mine. Merlin cursed her. My poor darling angel,” he murmured and kissed her lips.

Hermione cried out and smacked Draco's face. "Lucius."

She wriggled out of Draco's grasp and scrambled to Lucius.

“Merlin, you old fart, what have you done to her?” Draco screamed as he saw her kiss Lucius' cheeks.

Lucius accepted her gently, and he rubbed her back gently.

"You won't leave me, will you?" Hermione asked, sliding against Lucius. She could see Draco with his wand pointed at the portrait.

"Baby Insurance," Merlin answered. “You can't do anything to me, boy! She is doing what my prophecy had predicted.”

"Make her RIGHT!" Draco said, flourishing the wand at Merlin.

Merlin sneered and mimicked Draco's earlier hand gesture.

Draco's face was overcast by a dark look. Merlin was a sneaky bastard, that was sure.

Hermione reached out and grabbed Draco's robe.

"Be polite to your grandfather," she said.

“Draco, Love, come to me!” she begged.

Draco dropped to his knees and looked into her eyes.

Hermione bit her lip and smiled at Draco.

“Tell me you need only me!” he begged, tears welling in his grey eyes.

"I need you," Hermione said, pulling him close so his mouth was close to her wet entrance.

He inhaled the scent of her desire and felt weak. He couldn't resist this madness that was overtaking them. He pressed his lips against her thigh, and she opened her legs for him.

Lucius saw Draco about to insert his tongue and snapped a wrist out and smacked his head.

"No oral till you are bound!"

“Now, Lucius, you old prune, let him do it!” Merlin cheered, enjoying the sight.

Draco stood up.

"I won't do anything with that pervert watching or you around," Draco said, jabbing a finger at Lucius.

“Why don't we all go for a picnic? On the grounds somewhere nice?” Hermione asked, hoping to ease the tension.

"Yes," Draco said, "Hermione and I should do that. Don't you have work to do, Father?"

“Me? Oh, I can do it later. The companies won't be in too much trouble. I will just cancel all meetings today,” Lucius said with a grin, his eyes never leaving Hermione's chest.

Hermione giggled and slid a hand up to cup a cheek of each Malfoy.

"I love you, Draco. I love you, Lucius," she said, kissing each cheek.

“I don't want the family companies get into trouble without supervision, though,” she added, wondering what Lucius would do.

“Yes, Father, you should see to your paperwork. Me and my bride will be fine alone.”

"I see," Lucius said, taking her hand away from his cheek. "You don't want me there." Lucius stepped back from her.

"I know you don't want me there, Draco."

“I don't want you there, Father, that's true. She needs to adjust to being with me. All this hocus pocus is taking a toll on her.”

"I want you there, Lucius," Hermione said, removing her hand from Draco to fully snuggle Lucius. "And Draco will be nice if you come as well." Hermione nuzzled Lucius.

“No, sweet, I think he needs you more than I do. Go with your fiancé. I will see you both in the evening,” Lucius said, trying to hide his sadness.

"Lucius," Hermione pouted, trying to kiss him.

“Kiss Draco. He's yours.” Lucius got up and began to walk away.

Hermione tried to chase after him and tried to wrap her arms around him.

"Lucius!" Hermione cried, hair swirling madly as she tried to catch Lucius.

“Go back to your fiancé!” Lucius barked before disapparating.

Draco grasped her.

Hermione began to sob. "He left me. He left me."

“He didn't leave you. He gave us some space.”

"He left me," Hermione said, gripping Draco. She couldn't lose him too. "Don't leave me, Draco. PROMISE!" She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I promise, Love, I don't want to leave you ever.”

"Make Unbreakable Vow!" Hermione said, clinging to him. "Please, make the vow..."

“We need another person for that. But for all it's worth, you have my Wizard's Oath. I will not leave you, Hermione.” Magic swirled around them and sealed his promise.

Hermione sobbed in his arms. "Why did he leave?"

“Because he knows that losing you will break my heart.”

"I need him, Draco," Hermione said with her forehead resting on his chest.

“He knows I need you more than life itself. Please, Love, don't leave me for him?”

"I wouldn't leave you for the moon," Hermione said, sliding her hands up and down his chest.

“Do you want to be mine? Not just touching, but going all the way?” he asked, hopeful.

"Of course," Hermione said, "Please Draco. Can we go on picnic?"

“What about planning a secret wedding?” he asked, hoping that she'd agree.

"But what will every one think? You are a Malfoy after all," Hermione said, sliding her fingers along the collar of the robe.

"I want to see her body!" Merlin complained.

“I am a man in love, first of all. Everybody can go and bugger off with their thought. Come on, Love, let's go to your rooms,” she said and led her away from the library.

"Don't let go of me, Draco," Hermione said, clinging to the hand that was not wrapped around her waist.

“Never,” he swore and rushed them back to her rooms.

"I love you, Draco," Hermione said, as he pulled her onto his lap.

"Let me show you something special," Draco said, leaning down and brushing his lips to her ear.

He swished his wand gently, and the closet door burst open.

Hermione smiled and was wondering what he had hidden there for her.

Out of the closet came a white nineteenth century style dress with a gold ribbon that wrapped around under the bust floated out.

“I....I saw it in a shop window in Venice. And I just had to buy it, as I hoped of one day seeing you wear it. I know I am a silly man, but I am yours.”

"What do you think?" Draco asked, as tiny lace gloves came and soft white shoes floating out.

"For me?" Hermione asked, staring at the gorgeous velvet dress.

“Yes, for you. I wanted to give you something fit for a princess. I was worried if you'd like it...” he looked nervous.

"I love it," Hermione said, and she shoved her lips against Draco's pushing him onto his back.

“I am very happy that you like it,” Draco murmured and kissed along her jaw.

“You spoil me,” she purred.

Hermione tugged at the tie holding his robe closed.

"I'll give you a surprise on our picnic," she said, sliding her hand into his robe and stroking his well defined abs.

“Oh what is it, Love?” he asked, purring at the way it felt to be touched by her.

"I can't tell you. Because then it wouldn't be a surprise," Hermione said, pulling him up and kissing the hinge of his jaw.

“You already know that I am yours to do as you please. I can't wait till I can have you fully,” Draco groaned.

“I want to be devoured by you, Draco. All night long.”

"I promise our wedding night will be wonderful."

“I am sure of it. So shall we get dressed or?” she asked, looking at his bare torso with delight.

"I need only be as dressed as my lady wishes," Draco said, combing her hair with his fingers.

“I am too tempted to keep you naked in bed. Such perfection of the masculine form!”

"Come back to the library. I'M BORED!" Merlin's voice screamed in her head.

She decided to defy him. “You know, Draco, we should have a picnic outside. Are the grounds safe from prying eyes?”

“No one can enter the grounds unauthorized,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Then I shall wear my present, and you shall wear nothing," Hermione said, grinning at him.

He nodded. “May I floo the kitchens and tell them to deliver a picnic to my favorite spot on the grounds?”

Hermione nodded as she nuzzled him. "You shall be my pet for the day. You shall place your head in my lap, and I shall feed you."

“I would like that. Anything you want.” Draco wanted her to concentrate solely on him.

Hermione insisted upon him keeping in physical contact with her as she carefully dressed.

"Oh Draco," Hermione said, examining herself in the mirror. "It's perfect." She kept his hand tightly in hers.

“I knew it would look good, but I didn't dare to imagine it'd be so good.”

"I love you, Draco," Hermione said, before he stuck his head into fire to talk to the kitchens.

Hermione felt good when she had so much power over Draco. He was such a gorgeous man.

He slipped the robe from his body as they left Hermione's room.

He took her hand and apparated them straight to his favorite spot.

A little river was flowing slowly through the vast grounds and the lawn was perfectly fluffy to sit on.

"Oh," Hermione said, clinging to his arm. "Oh."

“What is it, Love?” he asked as he led her to the picnic laid out by the elves.

“It's beautiful here, Draco!” she exclaimed, hugging him close.

Draco leaned down and gave Hermione what he had planned to be a short kiss. Hermione held his face and shoved her tongue into his mouth.

She was a feisty thing and he loved every second of it. She was what he had dreamt of for so long, so if she wanted to have him naked and at her disposal he would oblige.

Hermione released the kiss a moment later, and she grabbed his arse. Draco gasped and let his head fall back.

"Crawl to the blanket," Hermione demanded, pointing at the fluffy grass.

Draco did as ordered. He wanted to obey her and make her see that he, and only he was enough for her.

Hermione watched with a smile like a young witch seeing a unicorn how Draco moved to the blanket. His toned muscles flexed with every movement, giving her a great view of his arse and strong back.

"You have a very gorgeous bottom, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, as she seated herself on the blanket. "Come here!"

Draco complied with his little witch's demands. Hermione set about arranging herself comfortably before she arranged Draco so his head rested in her lap.

“My gorgeous, gorgeous man. I am lucky to have such wonderful man like you,” she said and petted his hair.

Draco closed his eyes and relaxed. This was how a Malfoy was meant to live. Gorgeous woman to tend to his needs. And happily offering her every whim of the sweet heart that beat under her ample bosoms. He opened his eyes a slit and was staring up at them.

Hermione knew he was staring at her chest, but it was fine as she was looking her fill at his body. It was perfect. With Ron, she felt like she had a drooling alien in her bed. With Draco, she was going to have perfection of the male form.

Draco reached a hand for a breast. Hermione smacked his hand.

"Naughty boy, you must ask permission," Hermione said, playfully twirling a strand of the silky hair.

“May I touch you, my Love?” he asked, his voice raspy.

"No," Hermione said, "It is time for me to feed you."

Hermione reached out and plucked a cherry a bowl to hold to Draco's lips.

He took the offering eagerly. It was very arousing to be at her command. His body was very obvious about that matter.

Hermione flung the stem of the cherry away and offered him another.

She smiled saucily as she saw his evident reaction. It was beautiful to look at him when he was so aroused and vulnerable.

Draco flushed a little as Hermione continued feeding him cherries.

“Will you not play with me?” he asked and pouted.

"You must be a good boy, and eat all your lunch before dessert," Hermione said, and she leaned down to press her lips to Draco's neck.

“Love, you torture me. You know how I crave your touch?” he begged prettily.

“Well, begging suits you. But we should eat. Now, why don't you pick something for me to eat?" Hermione said, stroking his cheek.

"I would like to feed you the prawns," Draco said, reaching a hand up to cup her face.

Hermione looked into his beautiful eyes and was lost. Maybe he was all she needed? Away from the house and dirty Merlin's plots it seemed that only Draco was meant to be hers.

Draco sat up and pulled Hermione to sit with her head on his shoulder. He rested one hand on her hip as he dipped one of the large prawns in cocktail sauce and held it to her pink lips.

“Delicious,” she murmured as she took a bite of a succulent tiger prawn.

Draco grinned holding the crustacean so any sauce would drip on his hand instead of her beloved present.

“And you're delicious, too Draco!”

Draco nuzzled her neck as he fed her more prawns.

Her hand traveled down his toned back and cupped his perfect arse. Every time she touched him was wonderful. The feel of his skin and the taut muscles underneath were divine.

Draco's breathing quickened as she petted him, and he nuzzled her leaving fleeting kisses all over her face.

Hermione loved to look at Draco. Da Vinci or Michelangelo may have wanted Draco to be their model, for every inch of him was perfect.

And well, especially she loved the eight inches of masculine flesh standing up proudly for her.

Soon their lunch was devoured and they were lying on the blanket just enjoying the sun.

Hermione stretched herself over him, and Draco growled in his chest and moved his hands in slow circles up and down her back. Hermione snuggled between his legs. She whimpered as his bit pressed into her stomach.

"I want you, Draco," Hermione whispered. "I want to have you in my bed tied up while I have my wicked way with you. Maybe even spank you for when you were naughty."

“Witch, you torture me,” he growled.

“I want you so much, and have you all the way as soon as possible. I want to see your pretty face when you come inside of me.”

Draco groaned and tried to think of something disgusting. He didn't want to come before she touched him. She would surely be appalled by his lack of control and think him undisciplined.

“What is it, Honey?” she asked when she heard him groan.

“I need you to touch me, Love. Or else I might come soon.”

Hermione gently pushed off his chest, and she pushed down to rest between his legs. She blew a soft breath over his erection.

Draco gasped and thrust in the air.

“So impatient, Draco,” she purred.

Hermione seized the base of his cock and squeezed as Draco thrust trying to gain relief.

Draco sobbed, "Please, Love. Please. I need you."

Hermione smiled coquettishly at him.

"Please, Love."

“What do you need me to do?” she asked, still holding him.

"I would--I would love to have your mouth, but whatever you would give is fine with me."

So he wanted her to pleasure him with her mouth? She knew she had promised Lucius that she wouldn't do this to Draco, but in the end, Draco was her fiancé as Lucius had so nastily yelled at her. So he deserved some fun. And his cock was gorgeous.

Her lips slowly licked the head of his cock.

Draco writhed and moaned when he felt something warm and wet wrap around him. He clutched the picnic blanket to bit his lip to keep from coming as Hermione began to suck on him and slide him in and out.

He had never had been pleased this way. It was perfect. Delicious torture.

If this was twice as good as full intercourse, he could live with that.

She hummed as she took in more and more of him.

"Hermione," Draco rasped as he felt himself slide in deeper.

He was so close to coming. Gods, in his mind he had imagined all kinds of dirty things they could do together, but the fantasies never felt so good.

"I love you," Draco moaned as his balls tightened.

She smiled and fondled his balls.

Draco shouted as his came. He fell back on the blanket spent as his erection slowly eased down.

She licked her lips to savor the last drops of him. Hermione leaned down and snuggled him.

Draco wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“Hermione, I love you, and I will do everything you ask me to. You please me so much that I hadn't dream of it,” he said as he was trying to regain his breath.

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Lucius raged in his office.

The small observation mirror on his desk showed him Draco and Hermione.

She had promised. She gave her word. And there she was wrapping her lips around Draco. The way she had promised to only do for him.

But what was he expecting? She was engaged to Draco, not him. The boy was taking chances.

Lucius took a deep breath to calm himself. She didn't love him. She was meant for Draco, and he would have to deal with her loss like a man. Draco deserved her love and affections.

Lucius swiped a hand across his eyes. He would not cry like a little boy who fell off his toy broom for the first time. He was not a child, though he would still want her. The woman was too good for Draco. Draco only deserved her more than him. She could still be too good for him. He would take her just to show the Draco that everything he had was at Lucius will and pleasure.

This was the day when Lucius actually wished that Draco were gay. Then he would have fair game on Miss Granger. And Potter could have Draco.

Lucius sighed and glanced at the mirror.

Hermione was snuggling Draco and kissing his neck.

Lucius was sure that he had been able to charm the knickers off the witch if he had a go at her.

She was such a flirt. She made him believe that she wanted him. And then she went and did that to his son. She was as wicked as the rest of females, but she was so sweet and soft.

And he would forgive her and bed her if he could. He would show her that he was a man, not a boy.

But he would be cold to her when she came back. He had to let her know he knew how she had behaved and that it was not okay with him for her to do that. He would not let her sleep at his side as she had pleaded earlier that day.

She had behaved as a common prostitute, even if Draco was her betrothed. She had no right to disregard his wishes. He was Lucius Malfoy.

Her nearness was making him wish to hex Draco and turn the marriage contract around, so that it was for him, not the boy. He could do that. As head of the family, technically, she was betrothed to him on paper. But he was to designate, should he have had more than one son, whom she was to marry.

He wanted her to be his, but with Draco in the picture he couldn't just go and change it so that she was his. The boy would pull all strings in the Ministry and get it reworked, that Lucius knew. And then he would probably be banned from seeing her.

And then he would only be able dream of her soft, naked body next to his. Or her lips wrapped around him.

He sneered as he heard giggling voices in the hallway. It just wasn't fair. He would be so much better for her.

He could hear them each trying to shush each other in the hallway. He opened the study door with a flick of his wand.

"Did you two have fun?" Lucius asked, glaring at them harshly over the tops of the papers he was pretending to look at.

“Oh yes,” Draco grinned as he tied his robe shut.

Lucius nodded. "I'm glad," he said, as the papers he was holding scrunched in his grip and he sat stiff and rigid.

Draco hurried Hermione away, back to his rooms.

Hermione gasped out, and tried to go to Lucius.

"Draco, that was rude," Hermione said, pushing him.

“He doesn't want to see you,” Draco whispered in her ear. “I know his moods.”

Hermione sat on the bed and pouted. He had shoved her away that morning. But she wanted him! He should come to her.

“Love, I bought something recently, hoping you would like it,” Draco said as he buttoned up a Muggle shirt.

Hermione continued to pout on Draco's bed. She ignored him. Why didn't Lucius talk to her?

He said he liked her. He snuggled her this morning. He buried his face in her shoulder when he was embarrassed. He had held her hand and kissed it like she was precious doll. He made her believe that he cared about her. That he wanted her.

But, now, it turned out that he was just faking it. Taking advantage of her distraught state. Well, she would not beg Lucius to be with her.

She would punish him.

“Draco," Hermione moaned, and she held her arms out for him.

“Yes, my Love?” he asked and hugged her close.

Hermione held him tightly.

"I want us to go somewhere where Lucius can't find us. He is mean to me! He doesn't like me. He is a LIAR!" Hermione declared, snuggling Draco.

Draco smiled to himself. He was glad that she didn't want the old man.

“I recently bought a flat in Muggle Kensington. I hoped to get closer to Muggle culture that way.”

"My grandparents lived in Kensington," Hermione said. "You won't let Lucius be mean to me when we are married, will you?"

“No, Love. I can get us a property wherever you want us to live,” Draco soothed her.

Hermione kissed at Draco's chin.

"I still want him to be close, for our grandchild. I was close to my grandparents, and I hope for the same for my children," Hermione said. She played with the collar of his robe.

“Oh, you're wearing a Muggle suit! So handsome!” she exclaimed as she realized the garment was different from the wizarding ones.

"Armani," Draco answered.

Hermione giggled and snuggled her face in his neck.

“Simply stunning. But you'd make a potato sack look good!” she murmured inhaling his scent.

Draco grinned and rubbed her back.

"I've been looking at wizarding areas around Surrey as well. If you would prefer living in the magical world when we are married. We will, of course, be expected at many societal functions. You being Lady Malfoy, and me being a Malfoy and Co-head Auror. We can go anywhere you would like, Goddess."

"I don't want Lucius to know. He is a BULLY! He would make us stay, and he is mean to me. I want to go to Kensington."

“Then we shall go straight away. He has no say on where we go, Love,” Draco said and kissed her lovingly.

“We could go shopping at that interesting Muggle shop, Harrods. What do you say, Love?” Draco asked, still holding her close.

"That would be wonderful," Hermione said, snuggling him.

“And you could show me all other Muggle things worth to learn. I was given that plastic bit they call credit card. Will you help me use it?”

"Of course," Hermione said. "We should pack and leave immediately."

“I have some Muggle style clothes at the flat already. And we could go shopping for you. So that you have some things to keep there, too.”

"We will at least need one change of clothes," Hermione said, biting her lip. "I just need to get one dress from my rooms, please Draco."

“Okay,” Draco said and apparated them both to her rooms. He wasn't taking any chances of running into Lucius.

Hermione giggled and jumped from his arms. "I'll just be a minute."

She dashed into the closet. She yelped as she almost collided with a box hovering in the air. Hermione reached out and plucked it from where it hovered. She plucked at the gold bow and opened it.

Inside was a gorgeous opal bracelet with platinum oval in the center. Hermione ran her fingers over it. She would take this. It was clearly goblin made.

But who had given it to her? She looked at the box for a hint. Nothing.

She turned over the bracelet and saw a curvy engraving. It looked to say something in French. She didn't know much French.

She had almost forgotten that she needed to pack something. What was it again?

"Hermione, Love, you look gorgeous in anything. You needn't agonize over a dress."

"I didn't know you were so vindictive, my dear. And you claim to be a Gryffindor."

"Shut up Merlin," Hermione thought.

"That wasn't very polite."

“Just a second,” she answered, still looking through her closet.

Hermione grabbed a pale blue-grey dress and raced from the closet.

"I want to go now," Hermione said, hiding the box under the dress.

“Okay, Love. Hold on tight. I hope you like the flat,” Draco said and apparated them away.

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Lucius sighed as he walked through the Manor that night. He was restless. He couldn't work, and he couldn't sleep.

He knew that she was gone. It was his fault. He had scared her away and pushed into the open arms of the boy.

Why had he been so stupid? Why did he push her right into the arms of his son?

She was gone. He pushed open the door that led into her room.

Did she find his present? Hopefully, she did and was wearing it. It would protect against two of the three Unforgiveables. Why didn't he put a tracking spell on the bracelet?

He knew that she was in no danger when she was with Draco, but it hurt him to think that the boy would enjoy her company. That she would lavish the boy with her attentions.

He crawled up into her bed where she had tossed the robe she had worn earlier. He buried his face in it and rocked back and forth as he cried.

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I hope you all enjoyed it lovelies. *hugs* Please drop a review for the wabbit. You know he is a delicate fellow. I never expect the chapters to be so long when I start, but they just keep going and going and going...your reviews make wabbit 'energizer bunny.'

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