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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
51,752
Reviews:
424
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
0
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Lucius Regroups
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Updated 10-21-06
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Oh, dear, another shortish chapter. Maybe I shouldn't bother to post it...(grin) Except it does move my story along. No lemons this chapter, but can you tell what's coming up?
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Chapter Fourteen – Lucius Regroups
Lucius was in a vile mood when he went in to dinner that night. He’d realized belatedly that the way he had phrased his question to Snape hadn’t relieved his mind at all. He’d said, ‘Just tell me’ and that meant Snape could have just told him all right, just told Lucius back exactly what Lucius had said for Snape to say. That meant another trip to Snape’s tomorrow with a better phrased question, just to be sure his balls were truly safe from the disgusting potion. He grimaced then resumed scowling fiercely at more miserable thoughts. He had to swallow that liquid owl pucky again this evening if he wanted sex again. And dammit, he did. He was extremely angry with his own stupidity and was casting around for someone to let loose on. The damned house elves all had a sixth sense about when to vacate his vicinity when he was on a rampage, so none were available. Hermione, sweet, puling Hermione, would make his life hellish if she caught him mistreating the elves again anyway. So that left her. Serve her right. At that moment Hermione walked into the dining room and sat down unaware of the explosion about to burst on her.
“Good evening, Lucius. Did you have a nice da…” Hermione came to a halt as she caught sight of Lucius’ face. Oops. He was glowering at her like she had just cut off his balls. “So, what has set you off? If you don’t want to have sex tonight, just tell me. I can live with the disappointment. If you’re going to bring your present attitude into the bedroom you’re going to be alone there. My Sweet Goddess, what happened?”
Lucius was perfectly aware that he couldn’t tell her he was annoyed over the contraceptive potion and its possible reaction on his balls, or his being bested by that potion peddler, Snape. He was stymied for a second, and then he erupted, “Where were you all day?”
Hermione was initially shocked that he would even care. Then she realized that he didn’t care, he just wanted to start an argument to relieve his angry feelings. She smiled engagingly at him to fan the flames and said sweetly, “I was visiting Ginny Potter and she invited me for lunch. Then we looked over the baby clothes she’s gathering for her baby. You did know that Harry and she are expecting in three months? She and Harry are over the moon about the pregnancy.”
Hermione stuck the knife in and twisted, “I guess we’re going to be lucky to have any children. I know you have a son already, so maybe it’s my fault. But I’ve been reading and apparently your seed is getting a bit old so it might be your fault. Perhaps we should get appointments with our physicians to determine if we have any chance at children. If not, then we could be excused from having sex. Of course, you still wouldn’t be able to have sex with anyone but me. It would be a shame to stop just when we were starting to find some pleasure in this bitch of a marriage.”
Hermione stopped talking when Lucius rose from the table in a towering rage. “My seed is NOT getting old. You want a baby? I’ll oblige you every night until my OLD seed makes your belly so big you can’t see your toes. My room, one hour. And if you wear that pink, fuzzy monstrosity, I will burn it. ONE. HOUR!”
Lucius apparated to his study and threw himself onto his sofa. He calmed down finally and started thinking again. The little witch had manipulated him or his name wasn’t Lucius Malfoy. He was tired of drinking that horrible glop every week, and now, possibly most every night if he wanted the amount of sex he preferred. At the very least he’s be downing the crap several times a week. He could hardly bear to think of that foul tasting brew forever in his future. He might have the smallest balls in England if he kept drinking that potion. He might not have any seed if he kept drinking that toxic waste. Not just old seed, which he didn’t believe for a minute, but possibly none at all. Then he’d have no chance at more Pureblood children if the edict ever was lifted. A Halfblood child or two could be ignored. The edict didn’t say he had to be any kind of father to the children. Hermione could have them with his goodwill.
Lucius began to smile, plotting his evening’s entertainment. No more potion. Snape could whistle for his money. Lucius was going to find a new venue for his OLD seed. He wondered if Hermione had any idea that sex partners sometimes swallowed the stuff. He’d had a year of swallowing something worse than unpleasant. Now it was her turn. He wasn’t asking her to drink anything nearly as noxious as the horrible potion, but tonight she would learn a new trick. Lucius cheerfully apparated to his bedroom and ordered the elves to get him some dinner, which he had missed in his ill-tempered freak.
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A/N: Do please review. It's more precious than a free pass to Lucius' Gringott's vault. The chapters may make your day, but your reviews make mine. Truly.
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Updated 10-21-06
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Oh, dear, another shortish chapter. Maybe I shouldn't bother to post it...(grin) Except it does move my story along. No lemons this chapter, but can you tell what's coming up?
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Chapter Fourteen – Lucius Regroups
Lucius was in a vile mood when he went in to dinner that night. He’d realized belatedly that the way he had phrased his question to Snape hadn’t relieved his mind at all. He’d said, ‘Just tell me’ and that meant Snape could have just told him all right, just told Lucius back exactly what Lucius had said for Snape to say. That meant another trip to Snape’s tomorrow with a better phrased question, just to be sure his balls were truly safe from the disgusting potion. He grimaced then resumed scowling fiercely at more miserable thoughts. He had to swallow that liquid owl pucky again this evening if he wanted sex again. And dammit, he did. He was extremely angry with his own stupidity and was casting around for someone to let loose on. The damned house elves all had a sixth sense about when to vacate his vicinity when he was on a rampage, so none were available. Hermione, sweet, puling Hermione, would make his life hellish if she caught him mistreating the elves again anyway. So that left her. Serve her right. At that moment Hermione walked into the dining room and sat down unaware of the explosion about to burst on her.
“Good evening, Lucius. Did you have a nice da…” Hermione came to a halt as she caught sight of Lucius’ face. Oops. He was glowering at her like she had just cut off his balls. “So, what has set you off? If you don’t want to have sex tonight, just tell me. I can live with the disappointment. If you’re going to bring your present attitude into the bedroom you’re going to be alone there. My Sweet Goddess, what happened?”
Lucius was perfectly aware that he couldn’t tell her he was annoyed over the contraceptive potion and its possible reaction on his balls, or his being bested by that potion peddler, Snape. He was stymied for a second, and then he erupted, “Where were you all day?”
Hermione was initially shocked that he would even care. Then she realized that he didn’t care, he just wanted to start an argument to relieve his angry feelings. She smiled engagingly at him to fan the flames and said sweetly, “I was visiting Ginny Potter and she invited me for lunch. Then we looked over the baby clothes she’s gathering for her baby. You did know that Harry and she are expecting in three months? She and Harry are over the moon about the pregnancy.”
Hermione stuck the knife in and twisted, “I guess we’re going to be lucky to have any children. I know you have a son already, so maybe it’s my fault. But I’ve been reading and apparently your seed is getting a bit old so it might be your fault. Perhaps we should get appointments with our physicians to determine if we have any chance at children. If not, then we could be excused from having sex. Of course, you still wouldn’t be able to have sex with anyone but me. It would be a shame to stop just when we were starting to find some pleasure in this bitch of a marriage.”
Hermione stopped talking when Lucius rose from the table in a towering rage. “My seed is NOT getting old. You want a baby? I’ll oblige you every night until my OLD seed makes your belly so big you can’t see your toes. My room, one hour. And if you wear that pink, fuzzy monstrosity, I will burn it. ONE. HOUR!”
Lucius apparated to his study and threw himself onto his sofa. He calmed down finally and started thinking again. The little witch had manipulated him or his name wasn’t Lucius Malfoy. He was tired of drinking that horrible glop every week, and now, possibly most every night if he wanted the amount of sex he preferred. At the very least he’s be downing the crap several times a week. He could hardly bear to think of that foul tasting brew forever in his future. He might have the smallest balls in England if he kept drinking that potion. He might not have any seed if he kept drinking that toxic waste. Not just old seed, which he didn’t believe for a minute, but possibly none at all. Then he’d have no chance at more Pureblood children if the edict ever was lifted. A Halfblood child or two could be ignored. The edict didn’t say he had to be any kind of father to the children. Hermione could have them with his goodwill.
Lucius began to smile, plotting his evening’s entertainment. No more potion. Snape could whistle for his money. Lucius was going to find a new venue for his OLD seed. He wondered if Hermione had any idea that sex partners sometimes swallowed the stuff. He’d had a year of swallowing something worse than unpleasant. Now it was her turn. He wasn’t asking her to drink anything nearly as noxious as the horrible potion, but tonight she would learn a new trick. Lucius cheerfully apparated to his bedroom and ordered the elves to get him some dinner, which he had missed in his ill-tempered freak.
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A/N: Do please review. It's more precious than a free pass to Lucius' Gringott's vault. The chapters may make your day, but your reviews make mine. Truly.