The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 4-21-07

Thank you all for being so good about sending me your reviews. Your reviews power my cramped typing fingers as they dream up more Fantasy Lucius and Hermione for everyone to read.

So - to answer reviewers' questions:

ffpoisongirl thank you for your lovely review, and nope, I don't use a Beta. I write without a net, as it were. But my ninth grade English teacher can take a bow if you're impressed. Sheesh, I still know what a gerund is.

Hermione Malfoy and DB1 I know you want to know when or if Hermione will get pregnant. All I can say is, patience.

willow I think Lucius' ding dong is almost better now, thank you for asking... 8-)

999 You're correct, I don't think Lucius was very lucky in his father. No, not at all.

Shiloh Okay, I admit to a few anxious plot bunnies on my hard drive. Captain Hook is making quite a play for attention, but he's in line behind a couple more Lucius-Hermione stories for now. (Sorry, James, baby. Maybe later.)

BuffyXO Draco was taken away to Europe by his mother when she divorced Lucius for being convicted by the Magic Council. (Chapter One, I think.) I assume you, too, are a Buffy fan?

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Now taking tickets for the Quidditch game...
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Chapter Twenty-Six

Snogging


Lucius was awakened by the old head elf, Achilles, knocking loudly on the bedroom door. He extricated himself gently from his wife and sat up in bed feeling a little muzzy from sleeping in the afternoon. A quick check of his clock showed him why Achilles was trying to wake him. They had barely half an hour before they had to leave for the match. He called to the elf to let him know he was awake and roused Hermione from her comfortable nest under him. How did she manage to always find her way under him when they slept? He knew he hadn’t begun that way. He’d merely been holding her.


Hermione came awake slowly, feeling drugged, but she saw right away that they were very short of time, too. Both of them dashed for the bathroom, jostling each other for the marble sink to brush their teeth after lunch. Lucius frowned a little at seeing his wife pick her toothbrush from the holder by the sink until he remembered he’d told her to get it. But they didn’t have time to worry about domestic arrangements. Lucius got another shock, however, when he went into his closet and Hermione followed him. He stared at her as she calmly pulled out several pieces of clothing and then wandered over to his bureau, retrieving some lacy knickers. What the hell…? “Why are your clothes in my bedroom?”


Hermione said, “I’m tired of going back and forth to my bedroom, so I’ve moved in here with you. Don’t worry, Crookshanks knows your bedroom is off limits. He’s next door in Narcissa’s old bedroom. I made a little cat door in the wall to the hall so he can come and go as he pleases.”


Lucius ignored the cat door information (although he didn’t want Hermione carving up his home with tiny doorways everywhere) to focus on the more important question, “But why would you choose to be in my room? There are other bedrooms in this wing. Or is this part of you having to watch my every move so I don’t raise another army?” Lucius stood at the entrance of his closet, still naked, holding his clothes at his side, looking sarcastically at his spouse.


“How did you guess? I’m keeping a very close eye on you so I can watch every move you make and you do make some lovely ones, especially with your hips.”


His wife was looking closely at him. Well at part of him anyway. He looked right back at her too, knowing they had no time, but enjoying the view. “And precisely what moves might those be, if I may ask?” One interested eyebrow went up.


“Certainly,” she replied, “It’s no secret. I particularly like those hip grinds you make while you’re on top of me, holding me down and rubbing my clit to mush, but I know you don’t prefer the missionary position, so I’ll try to be flexible about it.” Hermione grinned unabashedly, seeing a slight blush wash over her husband’s gorgeous male features. “I’m also hoping you’re going to attempt to raise that new Malfoy army Arthur’s worried about, using those moves on me. Hecuba knows, I’ve reported for active duty quite a lot lately,” she added, tongue-in-cheek.


Lucius just snorted inelegantly and got dressed, thinking about this new development. A wife who wanted to sleep with him every night and share a bedroom. His mother had never shared a bedroom with his father, and Narcissa had always maintained her own room all during their marriage, even at the beginning when they were newlyweds. He frowned, his forehead creasing into a telltale build-up of acrimony - he might like sharing, but he didn’t want to be forced into adding her to his private space without his permission. He opened his mouth to remonstrate with her highhanded approach to moving in on him, but Hermione forestalled his thundercloud expression.


“Lucius, if you don’t want me, just say so. It’s only a few clothes and a toothbrush. Nothing that can’t be taken back to my old room easily enough, but if you want to look at it from a different angle, just think that we’re a little more married now. I want to be with you, but it’s your choice. You can try it for a while and decide later, but we’re very late for the match. You can berate me for my presumption later.”


She rapidly donned her multiple layers of clothing, adding even more layers this time and went over to wrap her arms about her husband. They apparated to the foyer, got their outerwear – Lucius grabbing his cane - and left for the stadium. Lucius thought his wife looked very attractive in her little cap with those sexy, wild curls escaping and the little pom-pom on top, but didn’t say anything – he was still a bit disgruntled about the moving in thing.


At the stadium it was controlled pandemonium as two favorite teams were facing off in an intense rivalry. Lucius was taller so he was the one looking for a way through the crowd, with Hermione clutching his hand tightly. So many locating marks were floating in the air that he was glad he and Severus hadn’t decided to find each other that way. Instead he bulldozed their way through the massed bodies to a particular stairway using his cane with surgical precision on recalcitrant backsides, and they began to make slow upward progress toward their seats.


Lucius arrived at the door to their box and opened it for his wife, letting her go first. Severus and Ginny were already there indulging in a thorough review of each other’s tonsils. When the Malfoys came into the box, they slowly separated, both looking disappointed at being disturbed.


“We came early to get a bit of snogging in,” Ginny explained, blushing and holding onto her husband’s hand.


“Well, don’t let us interfere. Please, continue. I only wish I had brought my quill so I could take notes,” Lucius grouched sarcastically at the couple. First his wife moves into his personal territory, now two friends were encroaching with uncomfortable public behavior. Was there no place safe from unrestrained affection any more?


“Oh, don’t mind him, he’s only jealous that he didn’t think of it,” Hermione interrupted her husband’s disagreeable comments, earning a look of outrage from him. Hermione stepped forward toward the seats and settled near the front, patting the seat next to her for her grumbling wizard who threw himself into it ungraciously. She clasped his warm hand in hers, pulling it over to her lap. “Don’t worry, my love,” she said audibly, “We’ll soon make up for lost time. They can’t be that far ahead on the snogging. We’ll catch up.”


Severus, sensing Lucius’ irate mood, got up and said, “Ginny and I are going for drinks. We’ll get some for you two. Come on, my love.”


Ginny looked at her husband and then Lucius, and got up immediately, following her husband out of the box.


Lucius glared witheringly at his wife and stood up, walking to the front of the box to look over the field at the colorful banners of the opposing teams. He was really looking forward to the clash of his home team, the Salisbury Stingers against the powerhouse Bristol Bombers.


Hermione went up beside him and leaned into his side. She looked up at her spouse, wondering why his good mood had suddenly evaporated. “Kiss me,” she whispered.


“No,” he whispered back.


Hermione said quietly, “You’ll be sorry,” in a whimsical sing-song voice, taunting him. She reached behind him and grabbed his butt, going for the crack.


Lucius jumped, “Hermione, behave!” He swatted her hand away and moved a step away from her.


“No,” she said, her lip thrust out in a feeble attempt at petulance, rather spoiled by her grin, “Ginny got kisses and I want a kiss. Just one will be okay, but make it good.”


“Hermione, I am not participating in a meaningless kiss just to keep your score even with your friend’s.”


“Why are you so unhappy all of a sudden? Because Severus was getting some snogging?” Hermione gazed at her husband trying to understand his mood.


“They’re always displaying their feelings for everyone to see. It’s not becoming, especially in my box. They should confine their intimate relationship to their own home.”


“Lucius, they’re in love. They’re newlyweds. What is so wrong with showing it?”


Lucius looked down at his wife with that ridiculous little pom-pom cap crowning those beautiful curls and he suddenly boiled over, turned and yanked Hermione into his arms, “Maybe nothing is wrong with showing it!” He bent and locked his mouth over hers, sliding his tongue into her sweet, hot cavern. His powerful arms swept her slim body against him from chest to hips as he devoured his wife’s lips and tongue with his own. Spreading one hand on Hermione’s derriere, Lucius squeezed the firm muscles, driving her mound into his erection and rubbing himself into her so that she moaned into his mouth, helplessly enthralled with her husband.


Only a loud shout rising from all across the stadium alerted him that the game was about to start and stopped him from carrying his tender assault further. Lucius and Hermione reluctantly surfaced from their erotic interlude to find Severus and Ginny standing in the open doorway of the box holding four drinks and smiling. Ginny’s smile was indulgent, but Snape’s was ironic. He asked sardonically, “Shall we watch the game?”


Lucius slowly broke away from Hermione’s arms and raised his chin, glowering at the two observers of his ardor for his wife. He mentally tested his feelings of embarrassment at his public display of affection, rather as though he were touching a sore tooth with his tongue. His mental assessment came back with a surprise. Instead of cringing with mortification and chagrin, it really wasn’t so bad, being caught showing his attraction to his mate. Not as embarrassing as he would have thought it might be.


Lucius was subconsciously shedding a major inhibition drilled into him by his upbringing, and finding a new freedom to enjoy his wife’s affections in public. All the superficial, meaningless social intimacies he’d been party to in public meant less than nothing, but he had never wanted to display any true affection for anyone. Having it rejected, especially in any type of public venue would have been crushing to his pride and his feelings. Plus, letting anyone, participant or observer, know he really cared could have been used against him.


His father had viciously etched into Lucius as a child that displaying any personal feelings in public was absolutely forbidden - a low-class, unacceptable behavior for a Pureblood lofty Malfoy. His father was long dead, but Lucius’ indoctrination had been thorough and no one else had come along to challenge his reflexive stance or care about him before Hermione. He was beginning to see he was perhaps lucky in his new marriage, if Hermione was telling the truth about her many assertions of interest in him.


“Well, I think we’re even in the snogging department. Here are your drinks. Have we missed any of the game?” Ginny handed over her two drinks and sat down with Severus in two front row seats at one side of the box. Her husband gave her a drink and put his arm around his wife to help keep her warm. They watched as Lucius and Hermione sat down beside them, then everyone turned toward the field as the game began. The teams were very evenly matched and the flying was fierce, with numerous downed players and hair-raising near-misses. Both sides meant to win at any cost and it showed in their ruthless maneuvers and trickery.


Hermione took peeks at her husband who was completely engaged in the play. He was now looking so animated that she wondered in some amazement where that Lucius went the rest of the time. How sad that he was normally so controlled with others. The men sat on the outside, so Hermione was next to Ginny. As both men were focused on the intense rivalry, Hermione and Ginny spoke to each other in low whispers, trying not to disturb their spouses’ concentration.


“Wow!” said Ginny, “I am very impressed. I know your husband had a reputation with women, but I’d never actually seen any evidence in public. That was bordering on indecent.” She grinned wickedly. “I’m trying not to visualize what he must be like behind closed doors.”


“Oh, come on now, Ginny,” Hermione snorted, “from your little demonstration, I think you have an excellent idea.”


Ginny giggled and just nodded. Lucius was handsome, but her husband was darkly seductive with his borderline – and sometimes beyond borderline – demands in the bedroom. Ginny was still learning new ways to please and be pleased sexually by her husband. Sometimes it was scary, but Severus never forced her into more than she could take. Instead, he led her into more and more earthy, carnal pursuits and so far it was superb. No, she had no complaints, no complaints at all.


Hermione reached over and pulled Lucius’ hand into her lap again. She could tell his reactions to the game from the variation of the tension in his hand. Suddenly there was a particularly dastardly move by one of the Bombers and both Lucius and Severus jumped to their feet and rushed to the front of the box adding their opinions to the rest of the stadium on the player’s brutality. Ginny and Hermione looked at each other, got up and moved to seats at the rear of the box, so their husbands could sit next to each other and rant about the viciousness of the away team. Neither woman was even missed.


Hermione quietly said to Ginny that when the game was over, they could go out to a restaurant if she and Severus would like. But Ginny said, “Come over to our house for a while. It’ll be more relaxing and we can prepare dinner for all of us.”


“Will there be enough for all of us?” Hermione asked.


“Oh sure,” Ginny replied. “We can whip up something in no time. I like to make sure there is always plenty of food available for cooking. It’s probably a leftover trait from living in a large family. I don’t quite have the hang of ordering meals for just the two of us yet. Severus accuses me of trying to make him fat. As if I would. He actually takes special care of his body with good food and a daily workout.” She sighed, “I could watch him lifting weights all day, but he’s tried to make me do it, so I suddenly need to go shopping or return books to the library when he does his exercising.” She laughed, “He’s pretty much given up on me.”


Hermione said, “I think Lucius said something about working out every day, too. Do you think it’s a routine they teach in the dungeon at Hogwarts? Gryffindors never did daily workouts.”


“Well, if Crabbe and Goyle are any examples, then I don’t think it’s a common Slytherin pastime, either.” Both women snickered at that. Then their heads went up because the game appeared to be over. Lucius and Severus turned in their seats, looking over their shoulders with identical surprised looks on their faces, being aware for the first time that their wives weren’t with them. The two men politely stood up and waited a bit sheepishly for their wives, but exchanged small guilty grins.


Hermione stood up and went to Lucius, wrapping her arms around his waist. She could feel him shrink from her slightly but then he stood still. “Lucius, we’re invited to the Snapes’ house for dinner.” She let the information speak for itself and waited for Lucius to decide what he wanted to do.


He looked down at his wife and she nodded very slightly. “We’d like that,” he said. “I’d like to bring over a wine to go with the meal. What’s being served?” He looked at Ginny, figuring that Severus wouldn’t know what the menu consisted of.


“We’re having burgers. Hermione introduced me to them several years ago and now Severus likes them too. Well, you probably have them all the time at your house, seeing as how they’re one of Hermione’s favorite Muggle meals.”


Severus merely looked innocently at Lucius, but Lucius knew that the other wizard was watching to see how he excused himself from the Muggle ‘treat’. Lucius gave Hermione a reproving glance, before saying, “Thank you, Ginny, for the invitation. I’ll consult my wine list and bring something appropriate.” He would corner Hermione at home and find out just what ‘berkers’ consisted of. She was probably laughing at him.


But another unwelcome thought invaded his mind, making him feel guilty. He had absolutely no idea what her favorite meals were. She had always served him tasty, sophisticated meals that she knew he liked. He hadn’t ever thought about what she liked. He mentally cringed a bit. His own behavior was too close to the way she had treated him for the first three months, not giving him a thought. But apparently she had thought enough about him to consult the elves and serve him food he preferred right from the beginning of their marriage.


Severus weighed into the fraught discussion, “If you’d rather have beer with the burgers, we’ve plenty. From my experience, a nice light ale is best.”


Lucius gave Hermione an evil smile. Now they were both facing something they didn’t much want for dinner. “Ale is fine.” Lucius felt a sound pinch on his bum, but he manfully refused to react to his wife’s provocation. Instead he smiled genially at Ginny and made her wonder who this happy person was and where severe Lucius had gone. “Shall we just come along with you, then?” He hesitated, “Or did you want us to come later?”


Ginny glanced at her husband for an answer to Lucius’ question. Severus answered the blond wizard, “Come now, if you can. I’ll fire up my barbeque and then we can relax.”


Lucius stared at Severus in stupefaction. Severus knew this Barbie Queue too? Who the hell was this woman? Severus had certainly been holding out on him. The magical world was falling apart.


“Very well, we’ll apparate after you and meet at your front door.” Lucius took hold of Hermione’s arm and waited for the other couple to leave the box. The four of them walked together trying not to be separated until they could get outside the stadium gate, Lucius making use of his cane again. Then the two couples apparated to Spinner’s End.


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Ah, domesticity. Including a few domestic quarrels. So - will Lucius like the Muggle food? Mister Supercilious Von Stodgy? That's what he gets for marrying a younger, Muggleborn woman, although he's certainly sprung a couple of new experiences on her so he can't really complain, now can he?

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