The Affair

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Onward







Future. That period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true and our happiness is assured. -Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary (1881-1906), repr. In Collections







The daily Prophet, Sunday Morning Edition

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DEATH EATER AND WAR HEROINE DIVORCE SCANDAL!







On Friday morning Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Granger-Weasley were seen walking arm in arm into the Ministry of Magic’s civil court offices. Sources tell us that the couple filed the initial documents to dissolve their respective marriages.





It was reported a few months back that Lucius Malfoy and Ronald Weasley engaged in an altercation during the Freedom Gala though no details were released as to the catalyst. Well, this reporter has learned that Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Weasley had been engaging in an illicit affair dating back to the previous year.





Neither party had a comment for The Prophet and Ronald Weasley has asked that his privacy be respected during this difficult time. However, Narcissa Malfoy had this to say:





“I can not begin to express how distressing it was to learn of my husband’s infidelity. My heart is broken and I am completely devastated that he has chosen to walk away from our marriage and continue his relationship with that woman. I doubt I will ever recover.”





Sources say that the couple, now being referred to as simply Lumione, have left Britain for a time to avoid the media and the backlash of their perfidy. To say that no one expected this is an understatement. Who would have thought that a convicted Death Eater would fall for the muggleborn war heroine and vise versa? It just goes to show you that people aren’t always what they seem and that everyone has their dark side.







We will be watching as this story unfolds and you can bet that this reporter will be eagerly informing the public on any and all new developments.

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Lucius laid the paper on the room service cart and stared at the woman sprawled naked on her stomach in the bed. They had spent the weekend in a posh, London hotel that catered to wizarding folk. Now that the story had hit the papers they would have to move on to his Tuscan villa to escape the media. He knew it was coming but he wished to spare her as much of it as he could.





It had felt so right having her sleep beside him. Though they had not done all that much sleeping. He had loved her with wild abandon until his body ached and he had no choice but to stop and rest.







He unfolded his body from the chair and crossed the room, shedding his robe on the way and crawling into bed beside her. She slid her hands beneath the pillow and opened her eyes, smiling at him as she stretched.







“Good morning.” She said, her voice husky from sleep. Lucius slid closer, his hand running up and down the length of her spine.







“Good morning, Dearling.” He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled back at her. “How did you sleep?”







“Like the dead. You are certainly conducive to a good night’s sleep.” She rolled onto her side facing him and shifted closer so that they were pressed together, skin to skin.







“I aim to please.” His hand slid over her backside and down to her thigh pulling it over his hip. “Are you hungry?”







“Not for food.” She purred, wiggling against him when she felt the persistent prodding of his arousal against her belly.







“You need to keep your strength up, we have a busy day ahead of us.” He said softly. “We have to leave for Tuscany today.”







“It hit the papers today, didn’t it? Was it awful?” She winced, afraid of what was written about them.







“No, it wasn’t bad. I just want us to be away from England while things are in process. We will return when it’s finalized.” He kissed her gently and slid down just a bit until the tip of his erection nudged her plump folds. “I wish I could take you slowly, but we have an appointment this morning.”





He pushed into her, parting her flesh and groaning at the tight grip of her swollen channel. He figured that he had spent more time in than out of her over the weekend yet he still hadn’t had enough, not nearly enough. He didn’t give her a chance to respond as he rolled her onto her back and settled more snuggly between her thighs, his hips thrusting and sliding his cock into her. She accepted him eagerly, her hips rising and falling in perfect counterpoint to his.







She was the perfect lover for him, she had a sex drive that matched his and their bodies seemed to just know what the other needed and provided it without hesitation. He had taken her in every way he could imagine and all he could think about was doing it again and again.







Her nails raked his back and he arched, hissing at the discomfort but loving the sting at the same time. He felt her tighten around him, a warning that her orgasm was approaching fast. Oh how he loved learning all the little things about her body. He intended to spend a long, long time educating himself on Hermione Granger.





“Now…Lucius, I’m coming NOW!” Her back bowed and her nails dug into the tight, flexing muscles of his ass, pulling him deeper inside her as her pulsing sleeve caressed his length, drawing his own release from him in short, hot spurts.





“You distract me, witch.” He gasped as he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. She chuckled and snuggled into his side, raking her teeth over his nipple.







“You love it and you know it.” She laughed. “Now, what’s this about an appointment?”





“Ah, yes, we are meeting with an architect at ten.” He said, running his hand down the center of his chest and sighing in contentment as post-coital lethargy settled over him.







“For what?” She asked curiously.







“Do you recall me telling you about a plot of land I purchased last year in Dover? Well I have decided to have a house built on it for us. We are going to see the architect and take a look at some blue prints and design our home. I want him to get started on it as soon as possible.” He said, yawning and plumping the pillow beneath his head.





“A home? Our home? I can’t believe we are going to do this….I cant believe we HAVE done this. We really are starting over, aren’t we?” She laid her ear against his chest so she could listen to his heartbeat and let it calm her own racing pulse.





“The past is over, Hermione. The future is ours to create.” He said softly, tightening his arm around her. “Stop doubting and stop feeling guilty. Happiness is ours now, enjoy it.”







“I love you.” She said.







“And I love you.”















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