Adventurous Hearts Part III: Merlin's Tomb

Chapter 17: Honeymoons







Lucius carried his weary bride over the threshold a little after one in the morning. The villa he had procured for their honeymoon was blissfully quiet as he made his way up the curving staircase towards their suite. House elves had turned down the bed and fluffed the pillows and the veranda doors were open as the soft ocean breeze cooled the room.





“Mmmm…alone at last.” Hermione purred as she ran her tongue up the side of his neck.







“My sentiments exactly, Mrs. Malfoy.” Lucius set her gently on the bed and smiled down at her.







“Granger-Malfoy.” She said as she stood and began sliding the straps of her dress off of her shoulders.





“No, Malfoy.” He watched her push the lightweight fabric down and over her hips, letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of the puddle of material. She picked it up and draped it gently over the back of a chair with thoughts of preserving it in her mind.







“Lucius, my name is mine to choose.” She said as she stood with her hands on her hips in only her silvery bra and knickers. The “last name” argument was not one that either of them were willing to compromise on.







“No, you are my wife now so your name is my name and mine is yours.” He said.







“Fine, then you can be Lucius Granger-Malfoy and we will have the same name.” She laughed when she saw the appalled expression on his face.







“That isn’t going to happen. Ever.” He said as she slid his feet out of the woven leather shoes he had worn for the wedding. He began to unbutton his shirt slowly. “Why isn’t my name good enough for you?”







“I never said that, Lucius.” She sighed as he pulled the guilt card.







“Then why the hyphen? What is so wrong with being a Malfoy? Unless you didn’t really mean it when you said my past had been forgiven and no longer mattered.” He removed his shirt and tossed it aside.







“Oh for fuck’s sake, Lucius, do we have to argue about this on our wedding night?” She snapped as she stomped towards the bathroom on bare feet.







“Watch your language, you’re a Malfoy now!” He called over the rushing water of the shower. She reappeared in the doorway wearing nothing but the wreath of roses atop her head.





“Fuck my language and fuck you. And I am a Granger-Malfoy thank you very much, so your prissy rules do not apply to me.” She said, turning quickly and disappearing back into the bathroom. He followed her this time, watching as she pulled towels from a cabinet and set them on a warming rack near the shower doors. She stared at his reflection in the mirror. Immediately she was struck by his beauty; the long blond hair, the finely chiseled features and lean musculature. He held himself with such pride, an arrogance bred into him from generations past that prison couldn’t touch.







“Why are we arguing on our honeymoon?” He asked.







“Because we always argue, it’s what we do.” She smirked. “It works for us.” He came up behind her, his hands sliding around her from behind and resting on her stomach.







“I’m sorry if I seem old fashioned and unreasonable, Hermione. I just want you to carry my name, it’s important to me.” He said softly. She met his gaze in the mirror and sighed.





“What if I compromise? Legally I will be Hermione Malfoy, but I will go by Dr. Granger-Malfoy professionally given I have built my career on the name Granger.” She said.





“If you agree to go by Professor Malfoy while at Hogwarts.” He counter offered.







“Done!” She said smiling. “You know the concept of women taking the husband’s last name had a lot to do with the belief that a man owned his wife. It was the same concept used in the American slave trade, the slaves took the master’s name so that everyone would know who they belonged to.”





Lucius groaned and gave his little wife a tight squeeze. He should have known he would get some sort of lesson from the tiny know-it-all.







“Well then, just another reason for me to press my point.” He said, his hand sliding low over the curve of her belly. “Wouldn’t want anyone to forget just who it is you belong to.”





His fingers moved over the smooth pad of her mons to slide between the plump folds. The soft sound of pleasure that escaped her lips caused goosebumps to ripple across his skin. He loved to hear the sounds of passion coming from her, to know that they were for him and him alone.





“No one would dare forget.” She said grinding her hips back against him. “You snarl at anyone who even thinks about looking my way.”







“I don’t snarl, a Malfoy would never do anything as base as “snarling”. I simply use my expressions to convey my point.” He said between nibbling kisses to her shoulder.







“And what point would that be?” Her hand curled up around the back of his neck and she began to rock her hips against the fingers thoroughly investigating her nether regions.







“That you, Madame Malfoy, whether you like it or not, are mine.” He growled as he curled his finger into her slick opening. She turned in his arms, her bare breasts brushing against his torso.





“Who said I didn’t like it?” She asked, raking her nails down his chest and the center of his abdomen. “I never said I didn’t like it.” Her fingers plucked the buttons on his trousers and the fine linen bottoms fell to the floor.





“What are you after, Hermione Malfoy?” He asked, loving the sound of her name paired with his.





“Lucius? You aren’t wearing anything under your trousers. Have you been naked under there all day?” She asked, wrapping her fingers around the shaft that was now raising it’s head in eager anticipation of her attentions.





“It’s bloody hot in Greece in the summer.” He grinned. “I discovered that going without was far more enjoyable, it allows for me to catch the occasional breeze.”





“Is that a subtle way of telling me you like to get blown?” She asked. Lucius’s grin broadened as he kicked his trousers aside and stood with his feet braced apart and his hands on his hips. She thought he looked like some sort of naked superhero standing there like he was and she began to laugh.





“No laughing when your husband is naked, it’s impolite.” He said. “Now…you do owe me a wedding night, I believe it’s tradition.” He said.





“Oh? It’s also tradition that the bride and groom not see each other before the ceremony but it didn’t stop us from shagging, did it?”





“In my defense I did take you from behind so we weren’t looking at each other.” He said.





“Oh well that changes everything now, doesn’t it?” She stroked him with a light grip, teasing him. “You want to join me for a shower?”





“You know that I do.” He purred, allowing himself to be led by his wife, her hand wrapped around his randy member, into the shower. The water was tepid, but it felt wonderful sluicing over their hot, sweaty skin. Greece was hot in the summer, Lucius had that spot on and she couldn’t blame him for forgoing his boxers.





She placed her hand against the center of his chest and pushed him back against the cold shower wall. She continued the torturous light stroking of his cock as she bent forward to lick and suck at his flat nipples. He hissed when she bit lightly on the sensitive little nub at the same time that she gently dragged her fingernail up the underside of his shaft.





“Mmmm….what do you want, Lucius?” She asked as she rained open mouth kisses down the center of his torso. She stuck her tongue in his navel and he growled at her, his hands tangling in her hair. She liked it when he began to lose control, loved to see him go wild.





“You still owe me a wedding present….Mrs. Malfoy.” His voice was gruff as he clutched the back of her head, crushing some of the roses in her hair, their petals fluttering to the shower floor and swirling in the water heading for the drain.





“So I do, Mr. Malfoy.” She settled onto her knees and began nibbling at his inner thigh, her hand still lightly stroking him. She ran the flat of her tongue along the tender skin of his thigh, all the way up to tickle along the crease where thigh and pelvis came together. She kept her eyes locked with his as she licked over his heavy scrotum, feeling the stones inside draw up tight and pulse beneath her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and sucked gently, all the while watching his face contort with agonized pleasure.







Slowly she released him, letting her tongue slide up and over his balls, moving her hand aside as she licked the length of his shaft from base to fluted tip. She tickled the tip of her tongue along the flanged crest, teasing the weeping slit before sliding him past her lips and deep into her mouth.







“Ah….yessssss!” He groaned, the pads of his fingers massaging her scalp. She sucked him hard with long, slow pulls on his cock while one hand handled his balls and the other clutched one of his arse cheeks. He had never known a woman who so readily performed oral sex and actually seemed to enjoy it. Thank god he had married her. She moaned and the vibration went straight through him. With their eyes locked she opened her mouth, flattened her tongue and took him deep, the tip of his cock pressing into the back of her throat. That’s when he felt it, the most incredible sensation of her tongue undulating against the underside of his cock at the base, her throat pulsing around his tip.







“GOD DAMN IT!” He shouted as his release spurted angrily from the tip of his cock and splashed against the back of her throat. He clutched the back of her head, whimpering as she continued to suck on him until he began to slide down the shower wall, exhausted.







~@~





Lucius and Hermione sat on a blanket spread out on the veranda outside their room. Both of them naked, Lucius seated with his legs outstretched, leaning back on his arms while Hermione sat between his thighs, her legs bent on either side of him. The sat bathed in moonlight listening to the sounds of the waves crashing below.





“Did you enjoy your wedding present?” She asked smugly.





“That was a nasty thing you did surprising me with that little tongue trick, my love.” He said, arching a brow in her direction. “I can’t wait for you to do it again.”





She laughed and reached out to lay her hand against the center of his chest. She felt his heart pounding against her palm. Her wedding rings shimmered in the moonlight and she smiled. They were married. She was someone’s wife, not just someone, but Lucius Malfoy’s wife. Who would have thought it.





Her mind drifted to Severus and her brow furrowed.







“I didn’t get to say goodnight to Sev.” She said suddenly. “Where did he get off to?”

Lucius’s snort of laughter had her eyes narrowing. “Lucius, what is so funny? He could be hurt, he was drinking quite a bit he could have fallen down the stairs or….”





“Severus is fine, Hermione.” Lucius said.





“I’m going to go ring his room and make sure.” She said, moving to get up until her husband grabbed her thighs and held her in place.





“You are not going to call Severus on our wedding night.” He said. “He is fine. When I saw him last he was chatting up one of the female caterers.”





“Oh! Well of course, she had food.” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. “What about Draco? I didn’t see him again after I danced with him.”





“I saw him slipping out of the loo with a rather red faced Amelia Diamatti, actually.” Lucius said, sliding his fingers lightly up and down her thighs.







“Think there is something there?” She asked, scooting closer to her husband so she could wrap her arms around his neck.





“He likes her, but I don’t think he is ready to settle down. Why the sudden interest in everyone else’s love life?” He asked.





“I just want to see them as happy as I am.” She kissed the side of his neck lightly.







“And just how happy are you?” He asked, pulling her up and into his lap.







“Happier than I ever thought possible.” Lucius gripped her bottom and adjusted her over his erection, sliding her down inch by inch until he was lodged as deep as he could go.







“That makes me a very happy, wizard.” He said as he began to rock her back and forth over his cock. She arched her back, her hair brushing over his thighs as she moved. He kept waiting for his desire for the witch to ease but it didn’t seem to be happening, with every day he wanted her more.





It didn’t take long for them to find their peak. Lucius cuddled his wife close to him and rained kisses over her neck and shoulder.





“I love you.” She said quietly.





“And I love you.” he replied as he climbed awkwardly to his feet with the witch still in his arms. She squealed and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him.







“Don’t drop me!”







“I’m not going to drop you.” he chuckled as he made his way back to their bed and laid her on the cool cotton sheets. He reached up and pulled the white netting around the bed to keep any insects that might come through the window out and then curled up on his side next to her.





“We really did it didn’t we, Lucius? We actually go married with an unbreakable bond.”







“For better or worse, we are in it forever, my love.” He smiled.







“You had better hope there is more better than worse, Lucius Malfoy.” She muttered on the tail end of a yawn.







“I have no doubts that there will be.” He pushed her hair aside and saw her lids flutter closed. “Even the worst moments with you are better than being without you.” With a light kiss to the end of her nose, Lucius settled in to sleep beside his bride.