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Lucius Malfoy's Second Wife - COMPLETE
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
17,565
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Lucius Meets Olivia
The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Chapter Two - Lucius Meets Olivia
“They have arrived, master,” piped Minnie, the little female house elf, popping into Lucius’ study.
“Show them into the main drawing room,” ordered Lucius.
He rose and straightened his attire, checking himself in the mantel mirror. This female was important to his future, more important than he ever wanted her to know. He thought apparating suddenly into the drawing room to greet strangers was a bit gauche somehow, and he never did it, so it took him a few minutes to traverse the long hallways of his home and down the grand staircase to his guests.
“Father, I didn’t know he was this wealthy,” said Olivia in awe gazing down the length of the magnificently decorated room. “What if he decides he doesn’t want me?”
“We’ll just have to wait and see what happens, Livvy,” said her father, but he too had his doubts.
Just then the drawing room doors opened and Lucius Malfoy strode in. He had decided to wear slightly more informal clothes for their first meeting and wear his hair down. He knew they were near poverty so he had donned close fitting black trousers and collarless black shirt with a waistcoat in a muted pattern of charcoal grey and blue brocade. His cane was left in the study.
“Welcome to my home. I’m Lucius Malfoy.” Lucius walked forward to extend his hand to the father first, then the daughter. He wanted to be able to see her and assess her as quickly as possible.
Olivia gazed at her future husband with stupefaction. The picture had not done him justice. The man was sex incarnate. She tried to behave nonchalantly, but it was a struggle not to gape at him. What a beautiful man, ... no…, she considered, more than that - magnetic, really, with those piercing pale gray eyes and that long hair and…something else. His picture hadn’t shown his aura of seduction. She tried to breathe normally. She was suddenly very afraid he wouldn’t choose her. Why would an eagle want a little brown wren?
“I hope the portkey kept your trip as short as possible. I know sometimes that mode of travel can be unsettling,” Lucius continued as he held Olivia’s hand for just long enough to generate a small reaction from her. He smiled to himself in satisfaction. “I’ll have the house elves show you to your rooms and we can meet and talk over dinner. I do hope you’ll join me.”
Lucius gave father and daughter over to the house elves who popped in to serve them. He stalked back to his study to analyze his own reaction to her. Perhaps a bit of physical attraction on my side would make life easier for us both, he mused. He certainly had felt something. He frowned, I’ll need to be careful to retain control in this marriage. Fonder feelings were definitely not part of his plan.
Olivia slowly gazed about her room. It was actually an apartment with a sitting room, separate bedroom and bath. Perching on a small sofa, Olivia wondered and worried, Why would Mr. Malfoy ever want to marry me? He knew she was from a background light years poorer than his. His whole estate was very intimidating, not to mention the powerful wizard himself. Desperation on her mother’s behalf lent her courage to try her best to attract him, so she looked through her meager belongings for something alluring to wear. “Well,” she said aloud to her image in the mirror, “it will have to be the beige lace,” she laughed, “since it’s the only dress I brought.” She decided to relax and enjoy the evening. What would be, would be. At least she and her father would have a nice meal. She gently combed her rioting honey blonde curls. ‘Shirley Temple curls’, her father called her hair. She kept it cut in layers above chin length so it didn’t make her look like a light brown bush with legs.
Olivia put on a pair of beige heels to make her appear taller than her petite 5’2’, but she thought she’d still look teeny next to Mr. Malfoy who seemed to be around six feet. She brushed on a bit of eye shadow to enhance her violet eyes, her best feature, she judiciously decided. Lip gloss completed her preparations. She left her room and went to see if her father was ready for dinner.
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Chapter Two - Lucius Meets Olivia
“They have arrived, master,” piped Minnie, the little female house elf, popping into Lucius’ study.
“Show them into the main drawing room,” ordered Lucius.
He rose and straightened his attire, checking himself in the mantel mirror. This female was important to his future, more important than he ever wanted her to know. He thought apparating suddenly into the drawing room to greet strangers was a bit gauche somehow, and he never did it, so it took him a few minutes to traverse the long hallways of his home and down the grand staircase to his guests.
“Father, I didn’t know he was this wealthy,” said Olivia in awe gazing down the length of the magnificently decorated room. “What if he decides he doesn’t want me?”
“We’ll just have to wait and see what happens, Livvy,” said her father, but he too had his doubts.
Just then the drawing room doors opened and Lucius Malfoy strode in. He had decided to wear slightly more informal clothes for their first meeting and wear his hair down. He knew they were near poverty so he had donned close fitting black trousers and collarless black shirt with a waistcoat in a muted pattern of charcoal grey and blue brocade. His cane was left in the study.
“Welcome to my home. I’m Lucius Malfoy.” Lucius walked forward to extend his hand to the father first, then the daughter. He wanted to be able to see her and assess her as quickly as possible.
Olivia gazed at her future husband with stupefaction. The picture had not done him justice. The man was sex incarnate. She tried to behave nonchalantly, but it was a struggle not to gape at him. What a beautiful man, ... no…, she considered, more than that - magnetic, really, with those piercing pale gray eyes and that long hair and…something else. His picture hadn’t shown his aura of seduction. She tried to breathe normally. She was suddenly very afraid he wouldn’t choose her. Why would an eagle want a little brown wren?
“I hope the portkey kept your trip as short as possible. I know sometimes that mode of travel can be unsettling,” Lucius continued as he held Olivia’s hand for just long enough to generate a small reaction from her. He smiled to himself in satisfaction. “I’ll have the house elves show you to your rooms and we can meet and talk over dinner. I do hope you’ll join me.”
Lucius gave father and daughter over to the house elves who popped in to serve them. He stalked back to his study to analyze his own reaction to her. Perhaps a bit of physical attraction on my side would make life easier for us both, he mused. He certainly had felt something. He frowned, I’ll need to be careful to retain control in this marriage. Fonder feelings were definitely not part of his plan.
Olivia slowly gazed about her room. It was actually an apartment with a sitting room, separate bedroom and bath. Perching on a small sofa, Olivia wondered and worried, Why would Mr. Malfoy ever want to marry me? He knew she was from a background light years poorer than his. His whole estate was very intimidating, not to mention the powerful wizard himself. Desperation on her mother’s behalf lent her courage to try her best to attract him, so she looked through her meager belongings for something alluring to wear. “Well,” she said aloud to her image in the mirror, “it will have to be the beige lace,” she laughed, “since it’s the only dress I brought.” She decided to relax and enjoy the evening. What would be, would be. At least she and her father would have a nice meal. She gently combed her rioting honey blonde curls. ‘Shirley Temple curls’, her father called her hair. She kept it cut in layers above chin length so it didn’t make her look like a light brown bush with legs.
Olivia put on a pair of beige heels to make her appear taller than her petite 5’2’, but she thought she’d still look teeny next to Mr. Malfoy who seemed to be around six feet. She brushed on a bit of eye shadow to enhance her violet eyes, her best feature, she judiciously decided. Lip gloss completed her preparations. She left her room and went to see if her father was ready for dinner.