Two weddings and a funeral

Draco stormed into the room, his banging of the door every bit as violent as his father's. He seemed quite bewildered at Lucius' question, but readily agreed that yes, the terms of the permit of vengeance were met scrupulously.

"In that case, you won't mind if call on the right of First Choice, I believe?" Draco's reaction was less than intelligent. "Huh? First Choice? You want him as your spouse? But… but he's a Muggle! You hate Muggles! You even had your objections when I informed you about my intentions about Harry, you said he was a Mudblood and not worthy of my attention!! And now this!!! I didn't even know you *liked* men!!!!"

Lucius demonstrated his talent at smirking. "That, my boy, all changed when I discovered you left the boy pregnant. You know very well I need a new heir, since you took Potter's name. I can't afford throwing away this opportunity. This one is fertile, very fertile indeed if he can get impregnated with one single fuck, and I always wanted a large family. Narcissa was far too weak to give me more than one child, but the boy seems quite healthy and strong. And that he's a Muggle, yes, I don't really like them a lot, but at least he's a Muggle related to the most powerful, famous wizard of our time - your esteemed husband. And nobody has to know he’s a Muggle, I’m quite sure my relations can alter his papers sufficiently to prove he’s descended from a long line of Squibs. It'll be so very politically correct, too, marrying a non-Pureblood… By the way, you never told me how you did decide you would take the burden of childbearing on you. Surely you don't like to submit that much?"

Draco blushed furiously. How could he explain to his father that he hadn't known he had a taste for submission, but that he did love his husband more than life itself? And how could he tell him that his husband wanted, needed, craved a large family - but that he was barren? Never would Harry bear children, the Basilisk poison had damaged his still developing body so badly that the Phoenix tears couldn't heal him completely. Harry had been suicidally depressed when he learnt the news, and if Draco had to promise him he would gladly bear all the children Harry could possibly want to save his life, what of it? It was such a small price to pay, in his opinion.

And so, he happily had signed the new contract, in which he promised to love, honour and obey; he had taught his inexperienced husband how to pleasure him best, found to his surprise he quite enjoyed bottoming, and replaced his old, too masculine wardrobe at Madame Malkins establishment by more suitable garments.

He didn't tell his father any of this, knowing the older man's pride wouldn't let him understand. Instead, he shrugged, and told him he was welcome to take the Muggle as his spouse.

*-*-*

Dudley had watched the argument with bulging eyes. They were mad, certifiably mad. Here they were, seriously discussing who would marry him, as if he had no say into the matter. And then that claim that he was pregnant, no less. The whole thing was ludicrous; he wouldn't even start to think about it. All that magic must have gone to their head, made them hallucinate.

Still, he had to admit, they were quite powerful madmen. Two wands moved in complicated movements, two voices uttered spell after spell, and the whole room returned to what it had been before he had been *hurt*. The cot grew into the luxurious four-poster bed it had been before, silk sheets and all; gone was the hated chamber pot, the mirror shimmered back into existence; the carpets drifted back in…

Dudley sighed with contentment when he found himself back on the heavenly bed, and felt the ties disappear once again. He reasoned he'd let them have their delusions; after all if they saw him as a pregnant fiancée, they weren't likely to harm him.

He silently let a pair of the ugly little monsters take away his unsightly, scratchy robes and replace them by something much better, he gladly accepted a tray of deliciously-looking food; and nodded his agreement when the two blonde wizards made plans for his future as the oldest ones spouse.

Yes, he would take a crash course in Wizarding culture. Of course, he'd accompany them to go shopping for decent robes. No, he wouldn't mind being called Mr. Dudley Malfoy. Yes, he'd sign the wedding contract. Contact his parents, and invite them for the wedding? Why not, they might dislike magic, but they loved their Duddykins.

As he saw it, once he told his parents of the wizard's poor treatment of their beloved son, and their delusions, they'd take him with them immediately, and he'd never have to put foot in the Wizarding world again. And that's where he made a mistake.

*-*-*

Lucius did get in touch with the Dursleys, but they didn't react as their son had expected. "Malfoy" was a name rather well known in Muggle financial society, and when Lucius arrived at their door, driven in a recent model of Rolls, impeccably dressed and flawlessly mannered, they were very reluctant to refuse anything the multimillionaire might request. Lucius played upon their greed like a master, offering them a royal compensation for the terrible time they must have had. He promised them he’d treat Dudley with care and respect, and when he started alluding to the scandal a *pregnant* son would cause in Muggle society, Vernon and Petunia were quite hurried to convince themselves that it would be in Dudley's best interest that he'd marry the attractive, wealthy wizard.

They signed the official scroll giving their permission, thanked him for the monetary recompense for letting go of their son, and promised they would attend the wedding of their precious darling. Neither one of them mentioned their undying hate for all things magic. To be honest, it had died quite a bit when they learned of all the money their boy would be able to get his hands on - and the apple of their eye would only be too happy to share the profits of this very desirable union with his loving parents, they thought.

Dudley didn’t know his parents had given their consent so readily, and kept on daydreaming of the grand scene they'd make at this preposterous wedding. Meanwhile, he quite enjoyed himself.

Lucius had put a ring on his finger, an impressive antique gold ring with many emeralds, saying they were engaged now, and he had graciously accepted it.

Lucius had magically altered one of his own fine robes to fit him, told him to wear it, and they had gone shopping. It had been great, he had liked everything about it: the ride in the luxurious carriage, the funny people in the street where the shops were, the looks of envy his ring drew…

He had liked Lucius' specifications about what robes he was getting somewhat less, but still, he couldn’t complain too loudly. Perhaps the soft, flowing materials he ordered and the pastel colours were the latest fashion for the young, wealthy wizard of today – after all, had his son not worn a very similar outfit? He had gritted his teeth though, when the man ordered wedding robes. The shop owner, a Madam Malkin, had shown a wide range of styles, but Dudley almost lost his self-control when he saw the one Lucius chose: ruffles, ruffles and lace everywhere, and to top it off, he ordered it made in red velvet. The velvet was nice enough, he supposed, but why did it have to be red? He just knew he’d look bad in it.

But Madam Malkin's breath hitched, she looked at him with a tear in her eye, and congratulated him, saying she was so happy for him. The old witch was as mad as all other wizards, he decided – or else, she was senile. Better to play along, he supposed. After all, once he wore that red horror, all this would soon be over, his Mom and Dad would come and rescue him and all would be back to normal.

The less said about what with these people passed for underwear, the better, he grimly thought. Comfortable enough, he supposed, and durable, but it was a far cry from Calvin Klein. Hell, it was a far cry from y-fronts, and those had been around for forever. The under robes, that he understood, walking around in what came down to long skirts could be quite draughty. But why Lucius found it necessary to provide him with petticoats was beyond him. Still, if it kept him happy, he'd wear the encumbering, frilly things.

Dressed in one of his new outfits – the rest would be delivered by owl, Madam Malkin had promised – Dudley accompanied his open-handed fiancée to an ice-cream parlour, where he enjoyed the sweet confection almost as much as the now vastly enlarged amount of envious and admiring looks. His new robes clearly were very well chosen indeed, he mused, not knowing how they shouted out his status in society: pregnant, and betrothed to a very wealthy wizard.

Lucius even let him buy a decent amount of sweets. They looked funny, and had odd names, but hey, chocolate was chocolate, so what if it moved? Other varieties were less recognizable, but if five year olds could eat them – like he saw one do – so could Dudley.

Clutching his bag of sugary treasures close, he happily slept on his trip back. He almost wished he would stay here, life as a wizard wasn't too bad, he decided. If only things weren't so old-fashioned: no telly, no computer – he felt as if he was back in the nineteenth century. Still, the luxury of things was quite pleasant, all in all.

One of Lucius' little monsters was waiting in his room, shrilly declaring it was now Master Dudley's servant, and would gladly help him with anything he desired, as long as he followed Master Lucius' rules. It prattled about a healthy diet, about waking him up in time for his lessons, dressing and bathing him… Dudley wondered if there was anything he would be expected to do all by himself, and whether he would have any privacy at all with the little horror bursting into his rooms at all hours. Oh well, he'd soon find out, he supposed.

*-*-*

"Dear Mum and Dad,

First of all, let me reassure you: all is well with me. I know, you haven't heard of me for a long time, but I've been quite busy.

Things have been so strange, Mum. I'm living with wizards now. They kidnapped me from Smeltings, I don't know how, and they gave me a magical therapy to reduce weight. I like being thin, my mirror (yes, it's a magical one) tells me I look very good these days.

I believe you have already met Mr. Malfoy, he says he has visited you to give you news about me, and about the wedding.

Yes, he wants to marry me. The main reason for the wedding - and I know it sounds ludicrous - is that I'm pregnant.

I really, really don't want to talk about how I got this way, but I am pregnant, for three months now. I didn't believe it at first, I thought they were crazy. But I'm changing, Mum, my body is changing, and I've been so sick every morning, and I'm eating the oddest things lately.

I'm very happy Lucius wants to marry me, he's so beautiful and generous. He's a bit older than me, and a wizard, but he's really nice, and he's given me new clothes, in Wizard's style, very fashionable, and an incredible betrothal ring. I'm staying at his mansion (you won't believe your eyes when you see it), in a lovely guest room. I'll have more adequate quarters after the wedding, Lucius says, but for now things must be done to tradition.

And that means, no contact between us if there's nobody else with us, and me in a room that he can't enter. We meet at dinner, or he invites me for a walk in the gardens, or something like that; but the rest of the time I'm too busy.

I have to learn all about Wizarding culture and society; Lucius has hired a private teacher to give me those lessons. I don't have to learn magic, since I'm no Wizard myself, but I do have to know how the most common spells sound, and what they do - Lucius doesn't want me to be ridiculed over my lack of knowledge.

Anyway, I'm sure we'll have lots of things to talk about when we meet. But, the main reason I write you now, is to invite you to the wedding. I know you've been invited by Lucius already, but I insisted - and he agrees - that I wrote to you personally for the date, and the details.

The marriage will be here at the mansion, on the sixth of July. The ceremony itself will be rather private, just family; but in the evening there will be a grand dinner and ball.

You won't have to worry about a thing, Lucius has everything planned: his chauffeur will pick you up in the Rolls at ten in the morning, and bring you here with lots of time to spare, so we can have a nice, long talk. He also has seen to it that there'll be a tailor at your disposal to have dress robes made for you, so you won't feel out of place or anything. Oh, he just said you could have your pick of his deceased first wife's jewels, Mum, to wear for the night and to keep them if you like.

He also arranged a room for you, if you wish to stay the night - but if you prefer to go home straight after the party, the car will be available too. (Keep it between us, but I advise to take the room, you'll simply love it!)

Well, this was a long letter, but I did have a lot of important things to say. You know I'm not much of a writer, normally, I prefer talking to you, but telephones don't work well here with all the magic.

I'll end this letter now, and hope to talk about everything to you in person at my wedding. So, goodbye for now, I count on seeing you in two weeks, at the wedding.

Your loving son,

Dudley.

P.S. You won't believe where we're going on our honeymoon! No; I'm not telling, you'll have to wait until I can tell you in person, I want to see your faces."

Lucius snatched the parchment from his betrothed's hands, and examined it thoroughly. Quite acceptable, he decided: a believable amount of enthusiasm, a reasonable degree of confusion and uncertainty, a careful suggestion of gratitude and the possibility the boy might be falling in love.

He nodded his acceptance, and declared he'd have an elf send the letter right away. Dudley gave a silent sigh of relief. It was the fifth attempt of this letter. The first four hadn't been up to Lucius' requirements: too sentimental, too short… he had been quite demanding, and he wasn't a man who was very forgiving.

Dudley had discovered this fact the hard way. The first time he threw a tantrum, demanding he would be given a television, Lucius backhanded him. Once. It had been enough of a surprise to shock Dudley into silence, and Lucius had reprimanded him extendedly about proper Malfoy behaviour.

The second time, he had screamed less when he wanted something, but had started throwing with his breakfast. The noises of crashing crystal and porcelain were very satisfying to Dudley, but the consequences of his actions were painful. Lucius had putted restraints on him - and hit the palm of his hands with his walking stick. He hit hard, twice on each hand, and repeated his speech about the good manners he demanded from his spouse.

Dudley had been more careful after that - his hands had been black and blue - but, eventually, his temper got the best of him again. His teacher had been making some statement about his remarkable lack of intelligence, and it had been the one straw that broke the camel's back. All the pain and humiliation he had been repressing, came now to the surface; and Dudley exploded.

He had shouted insults, torn his robes, thrown with everything underhand, and, finally, physically attacked his teacher. Or at least, that was what the intended. In his fury he had forgotten his teacher had the advantage of magic, and magic brought him down. With an insultingly simple gesture he had been stopped, and tied to his chair. The man hadn't even had the decency to be angry; Dudley fumed, as he saw him leaving.

Lucius had made up for the lack of anger on the teacher's part quite well. He had stalked into Dudley's room, his usually so controlled face showing his anger very clearly. His voice had been arctic as he once again stated the mandatory demeanour of his betrothed, but added this time that Dudley obviously needed some kind of punishment to remind him of this.

Dudley's fervent promises of doing better in the future were silenced, and soon he floated, still tied to the chair, over to his bed, where he softly was put down. He halfway expected the chair to disappear the next moment, but instead, more ties were added, tying his ankles to the legs of the chair. His slippers and socks disappeared unnoticed.

He did notice when the fearsome walking stick struck down on the tender soles of his feet, over and over again. The pain was impossible - he screamed and screamed, promises to behave, pleas to stop, and later he lost the possibility to from words, and just screamed out his pain and despair, not caring Lucius had put a Silencing charm on him, and couldn't hear anything.

He never knew when Lucius stopped; he had fainted when he noticed the sounds of the stick hitting his feet had acquired a distinctively wet quality.

He regained his senses at the sound of his house elf babbling in panic. The chair had vanished, as had the restraints, and he was stretched out on his bed. It would have been comfortable, had it not been for the infernal pain that wrecked his feet. The elf clearly was trying to tend to the wounds Lucius had inflicted, but the task was beyond his abilities, and he was very upset about it.

Dudley wriggled up, leaning on his elbows, to get a clearer view of things. Shocked, he fell back. That couldn't be right. Those deformed, swollen monstrosities were not his feet; he must have seen wrong, must have imagined things. But the pain… and the elf's panic… he swallowed back threatening tears, and came to the inevitable conclusion that yes, he had seen right, he hadn't been hallucinating, his feet were that badly hurt.

His tears couldn't be stopped, and he fled harsh reality, crying for his mum, regressing to his childhood. Why would anybody hurt him so bad? Had he been so very, very naughty? He wanted his mum, she could make things better. She'd give him a spoonful of that sweet, pink syrup she always gave when he was ill, and bring him something nice to eat, and all would be well. Sucking his thumb, confident his mum would be there soon, he fell asleep again.

*-*-*

Lony was one very worried house elf. The new Young Master Dudley was acting very strange, and he couldn't heal his feet adequately, and Master Lucius refused to listen, kicking him out, when he said something was wrong. He just wasn't smart enough, he decided. Not smart, not like Dobby. Now there was an elf he admired deeply. Smart enough to go behind Master's back, and become friends with the great Harry Potter. Truly, he was so smart; he even got the Great Harry Potter to free him, and was now working at Hogwarts, for money, no less! And wearing clothes!! Perhaps he should ask smart Dobby's advice. Perhaps he would know how to heal broken feet, and broken Masters. With a loud bang, he disappeared to Hogwarts.

Severus Snape was fuming. He had been writing a nice, insulting letter to Potions Masters Monthly, when he was rudely interrupted by Dobby. He hadn't invited the little horror, but there he was, dragging another elf with him, saying Master Severus needed to listen to Lony's tale, Lony was a good elf, and kind Master Severus needed to help him.

Kind Master Severus indeed, he thought. When only yesterday, he had heard the little monster warn another elf to tread lightly around him, or she would be used for potions ingredients. And what in the world gave him the idea that "Kind Master Severus" needed to help nervous, stuttering house elves? Oh very well, the letter could wait, he had been disturbed anyway now, and he might as well listen to what the thing had to tell him. When he heard the telltale words "Master Lucius", "very angry", and "hurt badly", he grabbed his strongest healing potions, and let the house elf's magic transport him to his patient.

The boy did not look like Harry at all, he concluded. He never would have thought those two were related: where Harry was short, dark-haired and lithe; Dudley was tall, sandy-haired and sturdy. In one thing they did resemble one another though: they needed his potions. Harry had mostly needed Dreamless Sleep, and headache potions, though. His cousin needed healing potions, Skele-gro, and painkillers. It would seem he had gotten Lucius very angry, not the smartest of moves, and hopefully the boy was smart enough to remember that.

Severus left his patient, all healed up, to sleep off the potion-induced drowsiness, and went looking for Lucius. The man needed to be informed that he had healed the boy, his potions had been sufficient - this time. He also needed to be told that it had been close, there was a limit to what magic even could heal, even more so when the patient was pregnant: there were quite a number of potions that might harm an unborn child and therefore couldn't be used safely.

*-*-*

Lucius was slightly dazed when the Potions Master left him. That man truly had a way with words, especially with the more insulting ones. He was right, though, he really needed to reign his temper better. It wouldn't do to incapacitate the man he was to marry, not if he intended to have the large family he wanted. Perhaps, if he explained the boy once more, with more detail, what exactly was expected from a high-ranking Pureblood family, he would understand better, and start working on his self-control. Also, he comforted himself, once the marriage contract was signed, the boy would be more biddable - not to mention, the many pregnancies he had planned for him would keep him busy enough to stay out of trouble most of the time.

Dudley was very quiet when he awoke. He gave Lucius his full attention when he explained what, exactly, was considered acceptable behaviour, and what not. Getting angry about something was all right, throwing a tantrum wasn't. Telling someone he was less than happy about them was allowed, calling them names and screeching insults wasn't. Destroying things was another big no-no, at least when done so in public. Should he feel the need, he could throw all he needed to throw in the privacy of his own room, when nobody saw it, and provided he ordered the house elf to repair things afterwards.

The rules were quite clear, explained that way, and Dudley was sure he could follow them easily. The fact, that breaking them usually resulted in him getting hurt, was a big incentive too, of course. He'd behave.

And behave he did, although he did get nervous when he thought about the wedding. He had schemed, the first weeks he had known about it, to get away from it all, to go with his parents, and forget all about this Wizarding nightmare. But then, he had noticed the changes he went through while his body got accustomed to the pregnancy; and getting married to a rich man who thought no less of him because of his freakish condition became very attractive indeed.

So what, if he had to learn to live with freaks? He was a freak himself now, and back home they'd treat him as such. Also, if he was honest with himself, the whole thing of being what came down to a housewife, did have some appeal: filling his days with ordering house elves around to take care of things and spending his wealthy husband's money, didn't seem much of an ordeal. It sure sounded a lot easier than studying his arse off, and work for a meagre pay check the rest of his life. In the end, he declared himself one lucky fellow, all in all.

Only one thing bothered him though - the physical side of the marriage. He wasn't too sure about having sex with another man. Not that he had a vast experience with girls; he had been a true virgin until the night of Draco's revenge – except for that one time that had been the cause of all this of course. His only experience had been of hurt and humiliation, and he couldn't help but be frightened. Would Lucius hurt him like *that*, on their wedding night? Would he demand it often, and would he get used to it, after a while? There were so many questions milling around in his head, and he didn't dare to ask about those things.

*-*-*

Dudley was staring at the ceiling with a broad grin on his face.

The wedding ceremony had been short and dignified, and Lucius had praised him with his comportment that evening. His parents had been proud too; his Mum especially had been ecstatic about his good looks and his extraordinary good luck. His cousin was present, together with his husband, which was quite an honour he was informed: the little fr- eh, wizard, turned out to be the most famous wizard of England.

The evening ball had been very impressive. An orchestra had played lovely music all night long, the buffet had been beyond anything he could have imagined, and the people were so aristocratic… He'd been ever so glad Lucius had insisted on dancing lessons, the two of them had opened the ball on the stately tones of a sarabande - no dangerous quick dances due to his delicate condition - and later, he had been led to the floor a few times by Harry, the Minister, the new Headmaster of Hogwarts professor Snape, some other dignitaries - and, after much insisting that this was the correct thing to do, his own Dad.

He had overheard one or two less flattering conversations about himself. People seemed to be quite envious of his catch, calling him gold digger, trollop and other choice denominations - but, as he heard one dowager mention to her much younger male companion, what could one expect from a Squib, even if he was related to the Boy-Who-Conquered? He forced back his laughter as he imagined her outrage if she should find out it wasn't even a Squib, but a plain and simple Muggle that got away with marrying the desirable Lucius Malfoy.

The ball, for all he knew, was still going on, but Lucius had led him away soon after they had fulfilled their social obligations, claiming he needed his rest. Dudley suspected rest had little to do with their withdrawal, most likely it was lust that had driven his husband's haste. He resigned himself to his fate, and hoped Lucius wouldn't take too long to take what he wanted.

He had been frightened, when he first entered the Master bedroom. While Lucius had withdrawn to the bathroom, house elves had carefully removed the red velvet robes, and dressed him in a loose-fitting white silk nightshirt. They had led him to the sumptuous bed, and made him lie down. He had felt a little ridiculous, and his fears had doubled. He had forced himself to remain utterly silent, knowing that giving in to his fear would lead him to hysteria, and hysteria was not a good thing when Lucius was involved.

Lucius came back from the bathroom, dressed in a similar, but black, nightshirt. It looked good on him, highlighting his pale skin and white-blond hair. He joined Dudley, but didn't touch him yet. First, he made clear what his demands were concerning the marriage. Dudley would agree to have sex every time Lucius asked him to, but also, should he feel like it, he was free to take the initiative. In fact, Lucius would appreciate that very much. Also, from now on, no masturbating - if he had the hots, he could ask his husband to help him with that. He would have to be utterly faithful: no dallying, no kissing, no flirting; with nobody, be it male or female. Dudley accepted those rules, they were no more than he had expected.

Glad the awkward moment was over, Lucius initiated the more physical side of the wedding night. He wasn't unkind, or cruel, but neither was he especially gentle or loving. He made Dudley turn over, and flipped the nightshirt up, bearing his legs and bottom. He placed a pillow under his young spouse's hips, as much to protect the precious foetus from being squashed as to make things easier, and pushed Dudley's legs apart.

Dudley tensed up, frightened of what would happen now. Now he would ram in straight away, and hurt him badly, just like Draco had done, he was sure of it. Little did he know there were more pleasant ways, especially if one got bedded by a Wizard.

Instead of the feared assault, the tip of a wand lightly touched his opening. He vaguely recognised the used spells - Evacuo, Lubricato Aeternam - but it felt so good he couldn't be bothered to translate them or guess at their meaning. He only knew it didn't hurt, and relaxed completely. He tensed up again as a long finger probed his entrance. It burned slightly, stretching muscles that weren't used to this kind of invasion, but didn't hurt too badly. The finger dug in deeply, searching for a particular spot it seemed. He soon had found it, and Dudley had a short flashback of the moments when his body had reacted with the same fiery pleasure underneath the blazes of pain Draco had inflicted on him.

This was infinitely better, though: all pleasure, and no pain whatsoever. He spread his legs wider, trying to give his husband better access, hoping that he'd feel more of that divine fire, and Lucius obligingly added another finger, stretching and stroking him. He had been moaning his delight for some time, but now he started begging for more. Lucius gladly gave him what he wanted. He withdrew his fingers, and started pushing his cock in. The slightly loosened muscles didn't give way too easily, and again he felt his body protest against the intrusion, and Lucius didn't bother to give him time to get used to the feeling. He whimpered, once again being reminded of his previous experience. Lucius continued pushing in, at a slow, steady pace, and Dudley realised this wasn't going to tear him up and leave him bleeding. In fact, once his rebellious muscles surrendered, it felt quite good.

Soon Lucius had slid inside completely, and Dudley moaned at the delightful feelings that caused. Lucius started moving, a slow, steady, but forceful to and fro, in an angle that brushed over Dudley's prostate coming and going. It felt good, so very good, to have his husband so deep inside of him. The fullness, the heat, the ever-changing pressure on his happy spot; it all combined into a wonderful fire coursing through his entire body. Dudley writhed under his steadily pounding husband, babbling all kind of nonsense, while his first orgasm robbed him of his senses.

He came back to reality, and found that Lucius hadn't come with him. In fact, he was continuing his sensual assault, and had been doing so during whatever time it had taken him to fly away and come back again. The feeling was incredible. In no time at all, the ongoing stimulation of his sensitised gland had him fully erect again, and had him on the brink of another mind-shattering orgasm.

Lucius wouldn't allow him to come this time. He changed the angle of entry slightly, giving the over stimulated boy some respite, letting him wind down slightly. This time, they would peak together, but not before he had completely exhausted his spouse. He pulled Dudley into a kneeling position, and started varying his thrusts, altering angles and strength unpredictably. He alternated avoiding the boy's prostate completely by hitting it spot on, driving him to a point where he wasn't sure what he was feeling; only that it was so intense, that he didn't know if his desperate begging was to make it stop or to continue forever.

Dudley was screaming continually now, his body was trembling beyond his control, and with every thrust that hit his happy spot; he was seeing coloured spots dancing before his eyes. Lucius was nearing his climax too, this time, and started moving faster, and harder than before. He slammed into the boy's willing body, pounding into his prostate over and over again. Dudley wailed as his body shuddered, and his semen once again hit the sheets; and almost at the same moment, Lucius pulled him close, closer still, froze, and let his orgasm run through him.

It had taken time to recover from the intense experience for both of them, and Lucius had barely managed to growl out a cleaning spell, before rolling over and falling asleep. Dudley had remained exactly where he was, too dazed to stretch out in a more restful position for the moment.

It had taken him quite some time before he was conscious enough to realise he wasn't comfortable, and even more to conclude he'd better do something about that, then, and sluggishly order his limbs to rearrange them. He had ended up on his back, staring at the ceiling, feeling too good to fall asleep yet.

He knew there was a broad, silly grin plastered on his face, but he saw no reason to remove it. He really could get used to this. Best of all, Lucius had as much as promised him they'd do it again, frequently. Hell, he even had said that he could ask for it himself, if he wanted it. And, in a few hours, they'd be leaving for their honeymoon by what Lucius called a Portkey. It would, he declared; zap them from their own home to the resort in Rangiroa in the blink of an eye. He had his doubts about that claim, but fact was they *were* going, and he was reasonably certain they would fill those two weeks with loads and loads of sex. It was good to be married, he sleepily decided.


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Epilogue

From the Daily Prophet of September 3rd, 2060:

"Deceased: Mr. Dudley Malfoy, spouse of Mr. Lucius Malfoy.

When, due to reasons unknown Mr. Dudley Dursley was found to be pregnant with Mr. Draco Potter's child, his widowed father, Mr. Lucius Malfoy invoked First Choice, and wedded the magically challenged youngster. The ceremony was held privately at Malfoy Manor, on July 6th, 1997.

Mr. Dudley Malfoy's entrée in Wizarding society took place the same evening, at a grand ball held in his honour. Present were, among others, Mr. Dudley's famous cousin, Mr. Harry Potter and his spouse Draco, Mr. Dudley's magically challenged parents, the Minister of Magic, and many other great names of the time.

Mr. Dudley lived a quiet, simple life. He chose to forego any career, preferring to raise his children and being always available when his husband needed his loving attention. "He was the best parent any child could wish for," sobbed Helia, his youngest daughter. Mr. Lucius Malfoy was unavailable for comments, but according to anonymous sources, he's heart-broken at his spouse's untimely death.

Mr. Dudley died, the family Mediwitch declared, of old age. This may seem implausible, but is in fact quite well normal for magically challenged people. Mr. Dudley Malfoy was eighty years old, and leaves behind a widower, eighteen children, thirty-nine grandchildren, and one great-grandchild, who all shall sorely miss him.

The cremation will take place in presence of his family."

-finis-