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CHAPTER 15: Shopping With Bad Boys





“Lucius, seriously, I can shop on my own, I don’t need you to come with me.” Hermione said as she practically ran along side him. She had walked into his study that morning and informed him she was going shopping. To her surprise he had set his work aside and announced that he would join her.



“Nonsense, I was starting to feel confined in the house. I hadn’t bargained on becoming so bored when I let Draco take over. Retirement is not what I thought it would be.” He said, slowing down when he realized she was having trouble keeping up.



“Well, where are you going then?” She asked. She had intended to go to the Wicked Witch and buy a few new naughty night clothes



“First we are stopping in to the lingerie store, I told you I was going to take you and help you pick out a few things. And then there is a….mens store I would like visit.” He stopped in front of the bright pink store and smiled. “Ah, The Wicked Witch.” Lucius opened the door and ushered Hermione inside.



The sales-people, both women, were instantly falling over themselves to get to him. They didn’t even bother looking at her, instead they cooed and batted their eyes at Lucius. She knew her husband was beautiful, but they were there to get her a few things. So shouldn’t they be trying to size her?



“Mr. Malfoy, how wonderful to see you in our little shop. To what do I owe such an incredible honor?” The gawdy red-headed manager said, pursing her too big, too red lips as she ogled the handsome blonde.



“I’m here to buy some things for my wife.” He said flatly, annoyed by the obscenely fawning proprietor.



“Wife? Why, I hadn’t heard you had remarried.” She said, clearly disappointed. Lucius reached for Hermione and pulled her close to him.



“This is Hermione Malfoy, I hope I can depend on you to make certain she gets only the best treatment any time she comes in here?” Lucius said rather sharply. He was aware that if he did not establish that her status as a muggleborn was not an issue, then she would not be treated well in some of the higher end shops.



“Of course sir! Madam Malfoy, what brings you in today?” The red-head asked, looking down her nose somewhat, as though she couldn’t see why Lucius was with her.



“I needed some nightwear.” She said softly.



“What kind dear?”



“Um…..” Hermione was embarrassed to be shopping for lingerie with Lucius standing beside her. She looked at Lucius, her face aflame. He smiled down at her, a knowing twinkle in his eyes.



Lucius took her hand and began walking through the store, completely ignoring the sales people as he browsed.



“Do you see anything you like?” He asked, tugging her along behind him.



“Well I was hoping to find something you would like.” She said softly so the nosy woman who was now following them wouldn’t hear. Lucius stopped and looked down at his wife.



“Truthfully, I prefer you in nothing at all….but then again, I can’t resist seeing you in something sexy and slinky either. It’s a rock and a hard place I find myself between.” He heard the clerk giggling as they listened in, but he didn’t care, he wasn’t ashamed of desiring his wife. He turned around and again went back to walking the store. He withdrew his wand and began sending items he liked over to the counter. Gowns, teddies, underwear and robes in shades of black, green, silver, purple, copper and red went sailing across the room.



“Lucius, please, I only wanted a gown or two, not so much.” She said, clasping his bicep.



“That’s what I adore about you Hermione. You are so practical.” He smiled as the clerk ecstatically rang up the purchases.



“Lucius, that is a couple thousand galleons worth of lingerie.” She said, her eyes wide and pleading.



“Pocket change, darling. I have probably dropped more money in the cushions of my sofa than I am spending here. We have it, spend it.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek, amused at her embarrassment over having him spend so lavishly on her. He turned to the counter, tapped his wand to the receipt in payment and told the proprietor to have everything delivered to the manor.



Lucius opened the door and followed her out. He breathed deeply of the fresh air, free from the perfumed atmosphere of the lingerie shop. He straightened his robes around his shoulders and turned to his wife.



“Now, on to the next stop.” He offered her his arm, and when she took it he made sure to keep his steps short in deference to her inability to keep up.



“And just where is that?” She asked.



“Just ahead a bit.” He walked along, ignoring the curious stares of people on the sidewalk. Hermione was well known as a member of the Golden Trio, and Lucius….well, he was Lucius Malfoy, everyone knew who he was. What amazed everyone, was seeing them together. Funny, Hermione thought the attention would bother her, but she was proud to be seen on Lucius’s arm. Now that she knew the real him. How would their world react if they knew the real him? The silly, joking sweetheart who acts like a teenager with his friend, who jokes and goofs off with his son, and who treats her like a queen. Most likely no one would believe it. To them he was the rich, snooty, death eater who would step on your head and not even notice you beneath his boot.



It was a moot point, no one would believe it. She knew him, and that was enough. They came to a stop in front of a tall, black brick building with blacked out windows, there was no sign to identify the store. Lucius opened the front door and ushered her in. She was standing just inside, her eyes wide as she surveyed the shops content.



“Go ahead, darling. It’s considered rude to linger in the doorway.” He swatted her backside gently with his cane, causing her to jump and glance over her shoulder in surprise. He merely raised his brow and smiled.



“Lucius, why are we here?” She asked, looking around at the odd assortment of items. Chrome racks and shelves were filled with various leather articles of clothing. There were paddles, flails, floggers, restraints even several riding crops and racks of shoes.



“Just a few things I wanted to pick up….for future adventures.” He was watching her closely for her reaction to the store. It was a test, and she picked up on that fact right away.



“Oh, in that case.” She turned and began to peruse the aisles. Lucius watched her with a smirk on his face, no doubt she had no idea what half the things in the store were used for. He had hoped to shock her a bit more, but as always, his little bride simply rolled with the punches.



“See anything that interests you?” He asked, walking up behind her. She jumped slightly, she hadn’t heard him approach.



“Maybe. Obviously this interests you, so I would think you would already own your own collection of…..utensils.” She said, stopping to pick up a black leather collar with a little silver ring on it.



“It’s tacky to reuse toys, darling.” He drawled, looking over her shoulder at the item in her hand. “Do you like that?”



“What’s it for?” She asked, turning it over in her hand. She picked up the leather leash that had been lying beside it.



“Should be self evident, it’s a collar and leash.” He took the items from her and examined them slowly. “For some, being leashed is quite a turn on.”



“And you? Would you like to be collard and led about by me on a leash, Lucius?” She was a consummate flirt, he would give her credit for that, but he knew just how innocent she really was.



“Oh, I think you already hold my reins tight in those little hands of yours, do you not?” He set the items back on the shelf and encouraged her to explore a little more. Hermione moved on down the aisle and picked up a small, padded paddle.



“Now this is cute.” She said, swatting her hand with the little toy.



“Not so cute when your backside is nice and rosy from it’s blows.” Lucius said, amused as he watched her.



“Do you think about swatting my backside?” She asked. Lucius’s eyes darkened even as his smile broadened.



“Yes, I do.” Hermione stared at him for several seconds.



“Would that make you happy? To…spank me?” She asked softly. Lucius was leaning against the wall, watching her through narrowed eyes.



“Would it make me happy? I don’t know about happy….would it arouse me? Yes. Would it arouse you? I believe it would.”



“And if it didn’t?” She asked.



“Then you would simply say so, and I would never ask you to do it again.” He said. “But I don’t think it will come to that.”



Hermione tossed the paddle his direction, and Lucius caught it with ease. He knew she would be too intrigued not to consider it. She made her way to a counter that held several forms of sensual restraints. Most were made of leather, some lined with fur, some with velvet, while others were lined with silk. She seemed more interested in the ropes of chorded silk with little tassels dangling from the ends.



“See something you like love?” Hermione turned at the sound of a woman’s voice. Her eyes widened when she faced the Amazon. Tall, well over six feet, with long black hair and big violet eyes. She was wearing a leather cat suit that laced up the front, exposing several inches of skin behind the laces from pubic bone to breast. She wore a leather collar about her neck, her nails and lipstick was bright, blood red.



“Um…I’m just looking.” Hermione stammered slightly. The woman approached her slowly, looking her up and down. She was conservatively dressed, as always, in her black trousers and soft pink blouse.



“You don’t look like a player….do you have a master?” She asked, reaching up to tug on the end of Hermione’s braid.



“She does Angelique, you might want to be careful about touching what’s mine.” Lucius said as he made his way across the room. He was smiling at the Amazon woman as Hermione stepped closer, pressing into him for protection.



“She’s a little young…a little innocent for the likes of you, isn’t she Lucius?” The woman asked. “Or is she Draco’s?”



“She is mine. My wife in fact. Angelique Demina, meet Hermione Malfoy.” Angelique’s eyes widened in shock.



“I had not heard. Congratulations Lucius, she is ….precious.” She reached her hand out and Hermione took it hesitantly. “The pleasure is all mine, or at least it could have been had you not been spoken for.” Angelique said, her full lips pouting.



Hermione’s face flushed at the woman’s blatant flirtation. She drew back her hand and clung to Lucius.



“So, Lucius. What will it be today?” She asked, winking at Hermione.



“Why don’t you just gather a few things, something for beginners, and send them to the house.” Lucius sensed that it was time to leave, Angelique was a little much for Hermione to handle at such an early stage in her exploration.



“Of course.” She smiled, watching as Lucius led his blushing young witch to the door. “Oh Lucius, when you see Severus, tell him his manacles are ready to be installed, he just needs to let me know when I can access his dungeon.”



Hermione gasped softly as Lucius shoved her out the door, Angelique’s laughter following them out onto the street.