What Lies Beneath

Lucius led Ginny down a series of hallways and and up two flights of stairs before finally stopping at a set of double doors.



Swinging them open, he walked her into the sitting room of their suite.



The room was, surprisingly, not done in Slytherin colors. Deep forest greens and dark woods filled the room, a small bit of ivory seen every so often.



He walked across the room to a second set of doors, he opened them and she was faced with the bedroom. It was colored as the sitting room was and had a large four post bed in the middle of it.



"I know this marriage isn't what you wanted, Ginevra, but we both must live with it. I had never wanted to remarry. You never wanted to marry me. Let us make the best of it... if we can." Lucius gave a weary sigh and walked to one of the four doors in the room.



He opened it to reveal a closet. "This is yours, it is full of all the clothing you will need as the Malfoy bride."



She still remained silent, looking around the room.



"Will you not speak?" he asked, walking up to face her.



"There is nothing to say," she replied, looking up at him. "Do you want me to complain? Want me to tremble and ask if you will beat me? Ask if I will get to raise my own children? I could sob and cry, but it will change nothing, you will do whatever you want."



Turning from her, he sat down on the bed.



"You have quite the interesting view of me, Ginevra. I will not beat you. Children are ordered by the Dark Lord, so we will be having them... and yes, you will raise them. I am not the monster you think I am. At the moment I am just a weary man.



"I wish I could pull out that great Malfoy aggorance and say something to demean you, as you are surely waiting for me to do. But I am faced with what something I don't know if I can take... again.



"So, I will not be the Lucius I am in public. The Lucius that keeps me alive. You can believe it if you want."



Ginny stared at him, browns eyes never wavering.



"What now?" she ask, her voice soft yet not timid.



"The bonding spell used says we must consummate our marriage. Have you ever been with a man?"



"Just once, a long time ago," she responded, looking nervous suddenly.



"Then you know a little of what to expect. I will be a gentle as I can. I will hurt you though... for I am not a small man."



He stood and walked up to her, she gave a small start and stepped back once.



"Ginevra, I will try not to hurt you. Just try and enjoy this as much as you can," Lucius said softly, reaching out and stroking her face with the back of his hand.



She was truly beautiful, he thought, with her long red hair, dark brown eyes with speaks of lighter brown. She was tall, with slight curves in all the right places. Yes, he thought, he could get use to having a woman like her around.



Leaning down he pressed his lips to hers. She didn't respond at first but soon melted into the kiss.



Something inside Lucius seemed to break open when their lips met in a true kiss. As though part of his soul had been freed.



He didn't dwell long on the feeling as a rush of arousal shot through him.



He gripped her hips and pulled her to him, with a smirk he realized she was just as aroused as him when she trembled and he caught the smell of her.



Their tongues dueled as he unzipped the dress she was wearing. Pulling it from her shoulders, he let it drop to the ground.



Not stopping the kiss, he reached up to unhook her bra, only to find she wasn't wearing one.



With a low growl, he grabbed her legs and helped her wrap them around his waist and he walked them to the bed.



Dropping her on the bed he looked at her, red hair spilled out onto the bedspread, her cheeks flushed, breast heaving... wearing only a pair of flesh colored panties and white high heels.



With a flick of his wand, all his clothes were gone... along with her remaining panties and shoes. Leaving them both completely naked.



Her brown eyes roamed over him, widening when the rested on his shaft. It was sticking up from a patch of white blonde curls and it was glorious. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, but it wouldn't go all the way around. Ginny gave it one small pump and Lucius grabbed her hand away.



"It has been a while for me, so if you keep doing that, this will be over before it starts," he breathed in her ear, as settled over her.



Their lips found each other again. As they kissed their hands traced each others body, mapping out the little dips and lines.



Ginny let out a small scream when Lucius' hand found her center and plunged a finger inside of her. Her hands gripped the bedsheets around her as he pumped the finger in and out, using his thumb to rub her clit.



Her mouth dropped open and her eyes closed and he brought her to the brink. He suddenly added an extra finger and curled them making Ginny come with another small scream that was silenced by Lucius' mouth.



Ginny was just beginning her descent back from orgasm, when Lucius entered her with a single thrust.



"Damn... you're so tight," he ground out into her ear as he held onto her hips and tried not to thrust or loose it.



Ginny tensed from the invasion, but quickly got used to his length inside of her. She rolled her hips for him to move.



Lucius tilted her hips up a little and started thrusting as slow and deep as he could. Soon though it wasn't enough for either of them and he was quickly pounding her into the mattress, the bed shaking from the force.



Ginny's moans and screams filled the room, as did their hard breathing.



Soon she was gripping him tight as she came, pulling him along with her. She breathed his name as clamped down around him. He growled hers as he coated her womb in his seed.



They both lay there panting, Lucius still deep within her.



When they had caught their breath, he tried to move, but she stopped him. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she fell asleep, with Lucius's head resting on her breasts and his softening penis still inside of her.



Lucius went into a deep sleep as well. Not thinking about how odd it was that she kept him on her.



If there had been any blood left in his brain, he would have investigated... and he would found a small mark over her heart and one just like it over his.



And then he would have realized that everything had just changed.



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