Wizard's Porn

EPILOGUE: one year later.



Well, this should be the end, and no more Wizard’s Porn… but it is because I can’t get the 2 pre-epilogue chapters to bent to my will! GRRRR! So, I’m putting up the epilogue that was written half-way in; and when inspiration hits me, I’ll get the other 2 chapters up!



I’m glad 99% of you have enjoyed this! To all those kind and supportive reviewers, thank-you.













Lucius Malfoy stood at one end of the Malfoy Manor Ballroom with Severus at his side as they waited for the bride. Lucius gave a nervous smile at his friend, a fanged smile was returned. If the population thought Professor Severus Snape was scary, then they’d be petrified of the Vampire he’d become. However, decades of unfulfilled sexual desires had been sated upon Severus becoming the undead – and his previously limp ‘oboe’ would quite happily stand to be played once he had bitten someone’s throat and had the blood pressure to keep it up. Severus was still snarky, but wasn’t quite as short tempered anymore.



A small fanfare from a string quartet in the corner announced the arrival of the bride in the room. Hermione walked down the isle of standing guests on Haldor’s arm, her stunning ivory gown’s tulle skirts rustled as she walked. Lysander had become an official Malfoy officially not long after he and Hermione moved into the manor with Lucius. He was wearing a set of dark green dress robes that matched his Daddy’s as he held his Mummy’s hand. In his other hand he held a small velvet bag containing the rings; the ever present octopus was tucked in his top pocket rather than a spray carnation buttonhole.



The magical priest hoped things would go as smoothly as the rehearsal the evening before; he bent down as Lysander Malfoy walked to him.



“Hello young man! Can you remember what we practiced yesterday?” he asked, not speaking in a voice for children, but talking normally with words the toddler would understand. He’d performed many weddings in his one-hundred-and-seventy years of service to the temples, and he’d long realised that children behaved better if they weren’t spoken down to.



“Yes.” Lysander answered, nodding.



“Good lad! You’re carrying something very important, can you give me it please?” The priest held out a palm with the knuckles surrounding it almost crippled with arthritis.



The room laughed as the priest looked down at his hand.



“Well, I won’t deny that this is important… but I can’t pronounce a wizard and witch husband and wife with the giving and receiving of an octopus.” Everyone in the room continued to laugh, Hermione’s mascara threatening to run with the tears of mirth.



“Im-por-tan!” the two-year-old said, nodding at the priest and pointing at his octopus.



“I know your octopus is important, lad, but can I have the other important thing you have? The little bag with the rings in it?” the priest prompted, “I’ll do you a swap for the octopus.”



Lysander nodded and exchanged the rings for the bobbing octopus that was wiggling its tentacles; he went to sit on Haldor’s knee next to Uncle Remus and Auntie Cissa near the daycot containing his baby cousin, Romulus Lupin.



The priest looked up as the last titters died away. “Dear wizards, witches and vampires; friends of Hermione and Lucius, we are gathered this evening to witness the union of these two people. Should anyone object, speak now or forever be silent…”



Nobody spoke, and Lysander had his finger on his lips and was looking around the room saying ‘shhhh’; there were more quiet chuckles at the little boy’s antics.



“Then let us proceed…” the priest said with a wide smile as he launched himself into the service part of the wedding before the vows were said.



The End.