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Decisions, Decisions
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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FINAL CHAPTER !!
Chapter Twenty-Five – Decisions, Decisions
Lea walked out of the dining room. She hadn’t mastered Apparating yet. Now, without Lucius’ help, maybe she never would. Lea walked outside and sat in the rose garden in the twilight. The lovely scents of the flowers soothed her unhappiness. She was hurt that Lucius hadn’t wanted her with or without her bloodlines. That was the crux of the matter. She hadn’t known him when he was a Death Eater and the fact that her own father had been a much worse one deflated her righteous anger about his past activities. Lea grimaced, facing the fact that she still loved him anyway. But he only chose her after she was genetically acceptable.
Was he right? Would she have wanted him even if he was ugly? Or had a braying laugh? Or spots? Truth to tell, she had fallen for him first because of his male beauty and his spectacular physique. She still basically drooled over his body. She couldn’t help herself. That made her perhaps even more shallow in her choices than he was in his.
How did she feel about his contention that he was no longer going to try to get rid of Muggles and Muggleborns? Had he even said that? She didn’t think so. He had said, “if I promise” not “I promise”. Lucius was always very particular in his choice of words. He would have to promise if she wanted to stay with him. As much as she loved him, she couldn’t stay with someone actively murdering others. Did she have the right to ask that of him? Yes, she decided. Then it was his choice to promise or not.
She knew his past would always be a part of their life together. People’s reactions to him would be something they would have to learn to live with; it wasn’t going to ever be forgotten entirely. It would always be a source of upset for her if anyone tried to make his life miserable, because she loved him, but if he let go of his vendetta, she could live with him. She believed he was strong enough to stay with her if anyone ever connected her to the prison prostitute, but Lucius would then have a double burden of trouble. Not only would he have to accept others’ animosity but he might be shunned as well for the sordid history of his wife. She wasn’t bringing a spotless reputation to their union. She smiled slightly, the jailbird and the whore. What a pair.
That brought her to the most painful of her questions for him. He had never actually said he loved her. She had told him several times now. The omission was starting to disrupt her love as nothing else had apparently been able to do. So superficial of me to want his words of love and everything else is forgiven. A voice in her head said, so Slytherin, so self-serving, so perfectly normal. Lea relaxed for the first time since the discussion had started. Lucius wasn’t perfect by a long shot. He was dangerous with a vicious past. But her own horrific past made his rather unimportant to her as long as it stayed in his past. She truly suited Lucius in every way. He suited her in every way. They had chosen each other for reasons transcending bloodlines and ancestries. They were each the half the other was missing. Together maybe they could find something better for both of them. A future with new hope and possibly children. She’d like that very much. But first she needed his promise – and the words.
Lea strode determinedly back to the dining room. She would have the words and his promise. Lucius wasn’t in the dining room; she finally tracked him down to his study. She saw he was working his way through some aged scotch he preferred. Lea took the glass from his hand, and settled on his lap.
Lucius held himself very still. He wasn’t drunk, but he had a slight buzz from the celerity with which he had been dispatching the liquor. Had he won her or lost her? She was looking straight into his eyes but he couldn’t tell.
“Two things, Lucius. First, I need your promise that you won’t take up the cause of eradicating or in any other way impeding the past, present, or future of any Muggles, or Muggleborns, or Halfbloods. I don’t want you to examine my words for any twisty interpretations that will allow you to pursue your vendetta while observing the letter of your promise. If I feel you have failed, I’ll leave. A simple agreement. Do you promise?”
Lucius had no intention of bothering with the Muggle problem again. Five years in Azkaban had made him decide others could follow that road if they wished, but he was finished. As long as he and his descendants could continue as a pureblood dynasty, he could promise easily. “I do have the belief that my children will marry only purebloods. If that is an acceptable exception for you?” he paused and Lea nodded, “Then yes, I promise. I have spent many years of my life pursuing a dream that has turned into my worst nightmare. Five years of being caged, no matter the cage was comfortable, has left its indelible mark on me. The loneliness, the isolation and knowing that in those five years, except for my solicitors, a few prison employees and my elves, no one came voluntarily made me realize I would not be able to withstand another sentence there.” Lucius shuddered at the thought. “Youngsters think they are invincible, but as one grows older one’s time grows more precious. I still would like to see the magical world populated by purebloods, but I know my views are fast bedding down with the dinosaurs. My world moved on while I languished in prison, cut off from all the things that made my life enjoyable. Except for you. That was the one favor the Goddesses bestowed on me.
“I will be watched closely now for the rest of my life. I will have to be very careful to avoid any ambiguous situations in future. Being caught again for any imagined crime that others think I have committed and being sent back to Azkaban would…well shall we just say I wouldn’t go back?” Lucius paused for a moment. “Enough of that. What is the second ‘thing’?” Lucius asked as he resettled Lea more comfortably on his lap. Lea looked a little conscious now. Lucius wondered despairingly what she wanted. He braced himself for something worse to come. His hopes for his world were dead and gone. All he had now was her. He wanted a life with her, but what if she rejected him?
Lea didn’t look at him as she said, “Lucius, I love you.”
The relief that her declaration brought Lucius almost made him cry out. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the overstuffed chair they were occupying, trying to get his heart rate to calm down. She loved him. He hadn’t lost her.
Lea waited and waited, and then finally yelled, “Tell me. Tell me back.” She started hitting him on the chest with her tiny fists, breaking into noisy sobs, as Lucius tried to control her flailing arms.
“What? What? Telling me you loved me wasn’t the second thing?” Lucius finally got his head around the words she had just yelled at him, “Sweet Goddess, I’m sorry, Lea. I am so blind. I needed to hear the words from you once more, but I’m still protecting myself. Forgive me, my own.” He grimaced, “I hesitate to admit it, but I have been in love with you from probably the second day we were together. You wouldn’t have known it, but my behavior was pretty much wrong for me from Day Two.”
“Why not the first day?” Lea pouted, instantly moving past the declaration that had been so important to her moments before, to the age-old question between lovers, ‘when did you first love me’?
“Well, you did rather stink, and you were so grimy I had a hard time seeing your sterling qualities.” Lucius smoothed her hair and settled her under his chin, grinning to himself. “Maybe I loved you by the first night,” he hedged. One thing about Lucius, he always learned fast. He turned on her. “When did you first love me? And don’t say the first day or even the first week. You didn’t really see me as a person for a long time.”
Lea hugged him and wiggled on his lap, trying to distract him. He stopped her maneuvering, and said, “Well? I’m waiting.”
“Oh, very well,” she scowled. “From the first moment you opened your double doors, I was hypnotized, you were so gloriously beautiful. I had never seen anyone like you before. You were like a god to me. It didn’t even occur to me to that you were a real person to love.” Lea tried to look regretful but had trouble keeping the grin off her face.
Lucius said with good-natured sarcasm, “Oh, very good. Now I’m a god. You are definitely a Slytherin, my love, but I’ll let it slide for now. I’m sure you can find a way to make it up to me for not falling in love with me as quickly as I fell for you.” He smiled lasciviously at his little false penitent, “I think you should start by counting the snakes on the bedcovers in our room.”
Lea said, with an innocent look and the devil in her eyes, “But Lucius, there must be thousands of them.”
“Better get started then,” he said in his low velvet voice and Apparated them up to their own paradise. Lea wasn’t fooled. She knew there was only one snake she had to find.
THE END
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I hope you liked the story. In exchange for the 35,967 words I very much enjoyed writing for you, please gift me with a few words of your own in a review, if you would be so kind. Even though this story is older, I check back regularly for new reviews. So please make the effort? It means a lot to me!! 8-)
My next story will be going up under the Lucius/Hermione category, and is called, "A New Order of Wizards". You are cordially invited.
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FINAL CHAPTER !!
Chapter Twenty-Five – Decisions, Decisions
Lea walked out of the dining room. She hadn’t mastered Apparating yet. Now, without Lucius’ help, maybe she never would. Lea walked outside and sat in the rose garden in the twilight. The lovely scents of the flowers soothed her unhappiness. She was hurt that Lucius hadn’t wanted her with or without her bloodlines. That was the crux of the matter. She hadn’t known him when he was a Death Eater and the fact that her own father had been a much worse one deflated her righteous anger about his past activities. Lea grimaced, facing the fact that she still loved him anyway. But he only chose her after she was genetically acceptable.
Was he right? Would she have wanted him even if he was ugly? Or had a braying laugh? Or spots? Truth to tell, she had fallen for him first because of his male beauty and his spectacular physique. She still basically drooled over his body. She couldn’t help herself. That made her perhaps even more shallow in her choices than he was in his.
How did she feel about his contention that he was no longer going to try to get rid of Muggles and Muggleborns? Had he even said that? She didn’t think so. He had said, “if I promise” not “I promise”. Lucius was always very particular in his choice of words. He would have to promise if she wanted to stay with him. As much as she loved him, she couldn’t stay with someone actively murdering others. Did she have the right to ask that of him? Yes, she decided. Then it was his choice to promise or not.
She knew his past would always be a part of their life together. People’s reactions to him would be something they would have to learn to live with; it wasn’t going to ever be forgotten entirely. It would always be a source of upset for her if anyone tried to make his life miserable, because she loved him, but if he let go of his vendetta, she could live with him. She believed he was strong enough to stay with her if anyone ever connected her to the prison prostitute, but Lucius would then have a double burden of trouble. Not only would he have to accept others’ animosity but he might be shunned as well for the sordid history of his wife. She wasn’t bringing a spotless reputation to their union. She smiled slightly, the jailbird and the whore. What a pair.
That brought her to the most painful of her questions for him. He had never actually said he loved her. She had told him several times now. The omission was starting to disrupt her love as nothing else had apparently been able to do. So superficial of me to want his words of love and everything else is forgiven. A voice in her head said, so Slytherin, so self-serving, so perfectly normal. Lea relaxed for the first time since the discussion had started. Lucius wasn’t perfect by a long shot. He was dangerous with a vicious past. But her own horrific past made his rather unimportant to her as long as it stayed in his past. She truly suited Lucius in every way. He suited her in every way. They had chosen each other for reasons transcending bloodlines and ancestries. They were each the half the other was missing. Together maybe they could find something better for both of them. A future with new hope and possibly children. She’d like that very much. But first she needed his promise – and the words.
Lea strode determinedly back to the dining room. She would have the words and his promise. Lucius wasn’t in the dining room; she finally tracked him down to his study. She saw he was working his way through some aged scotch he preferred. Lea took the glass from his hand, and settled on his lap.
Lucius held himself very still. He wasn’t drunk, but he had a slight buzz from the celerity with which he had been dispatching the liquor. Had he won her or lost her? She was looking straight into his eyes but he couldn’t tell.
“Two things, Lucius. First, I need your promise that you won’t take up the cause of eradicating or in any other way impeding the past, present, or future of any Muggles, or Muggleborns, or Halfbloods. I don’t want you to examine my words for any twisty interpretations that will allow you to pursue your vendetta while observing the letter of your promise. If I feel you have failed, I’ll leave. A simple agreement. Do you promise?”
Lucius had no intention of bothering with the Muggle problem again. Five years in Azkaban had made him decide others could follow that road if they wished, but he was finished. As long as he and his descendants could continue as a pureblood dynasty, he could promise easily. “I do have the belief that my children will marry only purebloods. If that is an acceptable exception for you?” he paused and Lea nodded, “Then yes, I promise. I have spent many years of my life pursuing a dream that has turned into my worst nightmare. Five years of being caged, no matter the cage was comfortable, has left its indelible mark on me. The loneliness, the isolation and knowing that in those five years, except for my solicitors, a few prison employees and my elves, no one came voluntarily made me realize I would not be able to withstand another sentence there.” Lucius shuddered at the thought. “Youngsters think they are invincible, but as one grows older one’s time grows more precious. I still would like to see the magical world populated by purebloods, but I know my views are fast bedding down with the dinosaurs. My world moved on while I languished in prison, cut off from all the things that made my life enjoyable. Except for you. That was the one favor the Goddesses bestowed on me.
“I will be watched closely now for the rest of my life. I will have to be very careful to avoid any ambiguous situations in future. Being caught again for any imagined crime that others think I have committed and being sent back to Azkaban would…well shall we just say I wouldn’t go back?” Lucius paused for a moment. “Enough of that. What is the second ‘thing’?” Lucius asked as he resettled Lea more comfortably on his lap. Lea looked a little conscious now. Lucius wondered despairingly what she wanted. He braced himself for something worse to come. His hopes for his world were dead and gone. All he had now was her. He wanted a life with her, but what if she rejected him?
Lea didn’t look at him as she said, “Lucius, I love you.”
The relief that her declaration brought Lucius almost made him cry out. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the overstuffed chair they were occupying, trying to get his heart rate to calm down. She loved him. He hadn’t lost her.
Lea waited and waited, and then finally yelled, “Tell me. Tell me back.” She started hitting him on the chest with her tiny fists, breaking into noisy sobs, as Lucius tried to control her flailing arms.
“What? What? Telling me you loved me wasn’t the second thing?” Lucius finally got his head around the words she had just yelled at him, “Sweet Goddess, I’m sorry, Lea. I am so blind. I needed to hear the words from you once more, but I’m still protecting myself. Forgive me, my own.” He grimaced, “I hesitate to admit it, but I have been in love with you from probably the second day we were together. You wouldn’t have known it, but my behavior was pretty much wrong for me from Day Two.”
“Why not the first day?” Lea pouted, instantly moving past the declaration that had been so important to her moments before, to the age-old question between lovers, ‘when did you first love me’?
“Well, you did rather stink, and you were so grimy I had a hard time seeing your sterling qualities.” Lucius smoothed her hair and settled her under his chin, grinning to himself. “Maybe I loved you by the first night,” he hedged. One thing about Lucius, he always learned fast. He turned on her. “When did you first love me? And don’t say the first day or even the first week. You didn’t really see me as a person for a long time.”
Lea hugged him and wiggled on his lap, trying to distract him. He stopped her maneuvering, and said, “Well? I’m waiting.”
“Oh, very well,” she scowled. “From the first moment you opened your double doors, I was hypnotized, you were so gloriously beautiful. I had never seen anyone like you before. You were like a god to me. It didn’t even occur to me to that you were a real person to love.” Lea tried to look regretful but had trouble keeping the grin off her face.
Lucius said with good-natured sarcasm, “Oh, very good. Now I’m a god. You are definitely a Slytherin, my love, but I’ll let it slide for now. I’m sure you can find a way to make it up to me for not falling in love with me as quickly as I fell for you.” He smiled lasciviously at his little false penitent, “I think you should start by counting the snakes on the bedcovers in our room.”
Lea said, with an innocent look and the devil in her eyes, “But Lucius, there must be thousands of them.”
“Better get started then,” he said in his low velvet voice and Apparated them up to their own paradise. Lea wasn’t fooled. She knew there was only one snake she had to find.
THE END
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I hope you liked the story. In exchange for the 35,967 words I very much enjoyed writing for you, please gift me with a few words of your own in a review, if you would be so kind. Even though this story is older, I check back regularly for new reviews. So please make the effort? It means a lot to me!! 8-)
My next story will be going up under the Lucius/Hermione category, and is called, "A New Order of Wizards". You are cordially invited.
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