The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 5-4-07

Roses to everyone for all the wonderful reviews! (Sorry, the roses don't mean you just got pregnant by Lucius "the Golden Stud" Malfoy, although I do think he really rates the name now.)

And I'm amazed at some of the individual thoughts you wrote. Are you people hacking into my computer? As several of you will see over the next couple of chapters, your ideas are very close to mine. 8-)

I also wanted to mention a 'story' I ran across that I thought was quite clever and unusual, 'written' by Lucius Malfoy. Achieving Orgasm with Cruciatus in 10 Concise Step by L.M. (AFF author – Xandria)

http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600008642

And Shiloh, I agree totally about not drinking when pregnant. I did try to curtail Hermione's drinking once she found out she was pregnant in Chapter Twenty-Eight when she "went to another appointment" after having lunch with Ginny. Except for the wine-soaked lunch with Ginny at the highbrow restaurant, she's tried to consume very little alcohol. She only had a sip or two of the beer when it was served both at the Leaky Cauldron when Lucius was celebrating and at the Snapes' with the burgers. I didn't want to be too obvious by making her completely abstemious for the story's sake, but our heroine is not going to be drinking anything more wild than milk from now on. Uh-oh, poor Hermione...

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Chapter Thirty


The Appointment

When Lucius surfaced from a sound, peaceful sleep next morning, he was mildly surprised to find his tiny wife sitting on his stomach, leaning over him, searching his face for something. The thing he noticed most particularly was the warmth of her feminine cleft on his morning erection. He smiled hopefully at her, but she was very intent on…his eyebrows? “Um, precious, what are you doing?”


Hermione smiled, seeing her husband was awake. “Oh, good, now I can touch. I was afraid I’d wake you up, before.” She smoothed her fingers gently over his forehead, down his nose, outlining his lips, and retraced her path up again before caressing his cheeks, curving a finger around his ear and finally ending up rubbing his eyebrow.


“Hermione, you can have your very own autographed, moving picture of me and study it to your little heart’s content, but I have to visit the loo. Unless you have a better idea.” He bumped his butt muscles up, slicing his hard-on through her feminine folds.


She looked at him in surprise, “Well, your unbending vow not to touch me until the baby’s born didn’t last long.” She shimmied up a bit to try to impale herself, but was clamped in place by her husband’s strong arms.


“I said no penetration and I haven’t changed my mind. Try thinking outside your box,” he teased, conveniently forgetting his near slip of the night before. “And what on earth are you doing staring at my eyebrows while I’m asleep?” Lucius sat up and put Hermione on the bed beside him as he raised one of those fascinating eyebrows in demand, punctuating his question.


“I wanted to see up close what features our baby might have. I think yours are very handsome, except for the eyebrows. A girl would probably have to pluck them a bit. Would you like a boy or a girl?” Hermione slipped her hand into Lucius’ warm one, enjoying his heat as usual.


“Precious, I’m ecstatic we’re even having a baby. I’m not thinking at all about its gender. What would you like?”


“I can’t make up my mind. So I guess I’d just better keep having them until we have a few of each.” Hermione laughed delightedly at Lucius’ awe-struck amazement. Obviously he hadn’t thought past the one baby.


“Really?” he said weakly. His wife just laughed again and got down from the bed, racing into the bathroom before Lucius could hog the loo. He dismally decided he was going to have to open up a wall to enlarge that bathroom. Either that or he could use a bathroom down the hall. He remembered Snape’s comments about his wife taking over their bathroom for an hour and saw the unfortunate similarities; he had felt so superior to his friend but he was now unfortunately in the same dinghy as Severus.


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That night Hermione offered to please her husband with a bit of fellatio, but he started feeling guilty at getting sex when he wasn’t going to provide any; so day after endless day he declined. He was concerned that even giving her an orgasm would be detrimental to the baby so he decided to wait on sex in any form until he could talk to a doctor about it, although he was becoming somewhat concerned about his completely uncharacteristic streak of altruism.


After three unending, sex-starved days, and three torturous nights of sleeping with a female whose scent made him rabid, Lucius was trying to focus his rampaging libido on the morning’s financial review when Hermione knocked on his study door, entering at his call. “Don’t forget we have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon at two. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get one earlier. I know where it is so I can apparate us. You’ll like my doctor. She’s a -”


“SHE? I’d have more confidence in a man.”


“Oh, you mean like the one who gave you that advice that kept you out of Narcissa’s bed?” Hermione gibed, frowning. Both of them were getting snappish with each other; Lucius because he was feeling sexually deprived, even though it was his own choice, and Hermione because she was irritated at Lucius for making her sexually deprived right along with him.


Lucius frowned in return, “I’d like to keep my first marriage out of ours if you don’t mind.”


“I’d like that, too, but it keeps intruding and affecting our relationship. My first impulse is to care, to go toward someone. Your preference is just the opposite. You seem to have a jaundiced view of women and marriage that you keep trying to apply to us. Did you learn that from your first marriage? Or perhaps your parents’?” She waited for a reply but Lucius remained obstinately mute. “I know, I know,” she said vexed, “when you squinch your eyebrows together like that, it means you won’t discuss it.” She gave up on that skirmish, “Well, anyway, the doctor’s a Mugg-”


Lucius stood up in a rush, his full height meant to intimidate as he leaned over his spouse roaring, “No! You will NOT be under a Muggle’s care. They don’t have the knowledge for magic folk. I forbid it!” He was restless about the lack of sex and angry at having his behavior put under a microscope, but even more worried about Hermione’s well-being.


Hermione placed her hands on her diminuitive hips, “Please, my love, let me finish a sentence before you leap to conclusions. I know you care about my health and I love that you do, but I haven’t been irresponsible.”


Lucius was knocked sideways by her calling him her love again, even though it was done a bit sarcastically - or maybe because it was sarcastic. That made her words more real somehow. He wanted to believe and he was sure she was using the endearment to wear down his protective walls. But for what reasons? Lucius wondered wryly if perhaps there was a bit of Slytherin in her, but even knowing her ploy his heartbeat escalated and her caring phrase registered a solid hit. Without another word he settled back into his chair trying to hide his disquietude – and yearning - under a mantle of nonchalance.


Hermione took pity on her uneasy husband and returned to their previous discussion, “As I was saying, she’s a MuggleBORN, and to make you happy, she’s Slytherin.”


Lucius raised a disbelieving eyebrow at the strange combination.


Hermione shrugged, “I know, odd but true. The sorting hat must have chosen personality over blood. Anyway, just meet me in the foyer at 1:30, please?” Hermione figured he’d had enough of her pushing her affection on him for now. She had only one more direction, “wear something you’d choose for a meeting at the Ministry.” And she silently retreated from the study.


Lucius grumbled to himself, “I would actually rather the doctor was a Ravenclaw, but who am I to say?” He opened a parchment and tried to concentrate on something where he could actually make a difference, the word ‘love’ echoing softly in the recesses of his mind.


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A grousing Mr. Malfoy met Mrs. Malfoy promptly at 1:30 in their foyer and Hermione whisked them quickly to her new obstetrician’s office. Hermione had met the doctor already for the initial pregnancy charm testing and had taken to her immediately; she was very happy with her choice. They walked into the outer office and announced themselves to the receptionist.


Lucius was rather uncomfortable seeing the pretty floral wallpaper and dainty wicker furniture, but he was more discomfited by the numerous other females in various stages of pregnancy dotting the waiting room. He felt as though they were all blaming him for their conditions, they stared so much. He didn’t know they were all just enjoying the eye candy he presented with his fitted charcoal robe and white dress shirt and tie; he had only tried to match his wife’s choice of dressy sophistication as she had asked.


When Hermione asked him if he wanted to go to the examining room or wait for her in the waiting room, he skittishly moved up beside her and chose the examining room, figuring he’d opt for viewing his wife naked any day. He wanted to get away from this girlie place. A couple of moues of disappointment followed him through the inner office door, but luckily he didn’t see them. He was spooked enough already.


Lucius and Hermione were shown into another floral wallpapered examining room by the nurse, who handed Hermione a short gown. Hermione used her wand to remove her clothes quickly and she put on the ugly, frayed whitish gown, asking Lucius to tie it in the back for her. Lucius helped her, then stayed beside his wife not daring to sit in either of the spindly chairs; he wanted Hermione to sit down when she finished changing, but she refused. “I’m only going to have to get up again in a moment,” but she held onto his hand, for once noticing that he was cooler than she was. She hid a small smile at his typical male aversion to the petticoat realm.


The doctor soon bustled in, greeting Hermione and offering a solid handshake to Lucius. She was an older woman, with graying hair cut short, of medium height and slim. Lucius might have described her as ‘bony’ and he was relieved that he’d never seen her before. He had been in so many beds his past sometimes tripped and stumbled over his present as it had with the Leaky Cauldron waitress and Adria Stonely.


“I’m so glad you’re taking an interest in your wife’s pregnancy. I wish more husbands did.” The doctor smiled at the couple.


That made Lucius even more uncomfortable. But he was here for Hermione’s sake, and he tried to look pleasantly interested. Only his cold hand had given away his apprehension to his wife.


“Well, hop up and let’s have a look at you. As I remember the pregnancy charm we ran showed positive.” The doctor consulted a piece of parchment, “only about two or three weeks, I see.” She smiled at Lucius, “Newlyweds, aren’t you?” She ran her wand over Hermione’s belly and several different marks started showing up in the air above her. “Well, this little one appears to have settled in quite nicely. Everything looks very healthy and strong. I predict a birthdate in approximately eight months and one week. Are you interested in knowing the sex of the baby?” She looked inquiringly at the couple.


Hermione looked at Lucius for his opinion, but he shook his head. “I’ll wait, if you don’t mind, Hermione.”


She smiled at him, “Perfect. I don’t want to know either.” She turned back to the doctor and dove into her questions about the next several months.


Lucius learned an amazing amount of information in those few minutes and began to think the trip had been worthwhile after all. Then he heard Hermione ask about his size. He tried to keep himself from blooming red in embarrassment and offered a bland expression for the doctor, while planning Hermione’s imminent execution by strangling. However, the doctor’s next words arrested his wrathful fantasy.


“Several of our husbands want to know the answer to that. They think they’ll harm their child, but practically speaking, that’s almost an impossibility. The female anatomy is specially designed to withstand much greater pressure and still deliver a perfectly healthy infant. So, Mr. Malfoy, unless you’re hung like a hippogriff, you have nothing to worry about. Probably not even then,” she chuckled. “I hope this sets your mind at rest. A grumpy husband denying himself is much more likely to bring problems to a marriage than a happy husband enjoying his wife. You likely only have to be careful the last two or three weeks.”


She turned and addressed Lucius straight on, “But watch out. Pregnancy hormones often make women exceptionally emotional and,” she leaned close to whisper, “horny. You’ve been warned.” She stood straight again and looked at both of them, handing Hermione a piece of paper, “I’ll see you next month. Take the medications on this parchment. They’re all easy to buy.” The doctor waved and was gone from the room.


Lucius was standing still, absolutely shellshocked. He was overloaded with all kinds of important information about his wife’s changing body, happily even he wasn’t quite hung like a hippogriff, and Hermione was going to be horny. He felt like he’d been let out of prison - again. If he ever met up with Narcissa, there might not be enough left of her to fill a pixie’s knickers. He turned to look at his wife, calculating if she would be amenable to a quickie on the examining table. Probably not. Who knew when someone else would walk in? Lucius waved his wand and redressed his wife before she had a chance to do more than untie the strings of the examining gown.


She looked at him in shock, ready to tear a strip off him for scaring her, but then she saw the familiar gleam of carnal interest in his warm, foggy-colored eyes and subsided. This was exactly what she had wanted wasn’t it? No use throwing a spanner in the works now, when she was going to be thrown on a bed at the soonest opportunity. It must have been the hippogriff remark that won the day. Hermione was doing a little victory dance in her head as Lucius grabbed her hand, led her unerringly out through the waiting room, down to the front of the building and right into their bedroom with a whirlwind apparition.


“Everything off,” Lucius commanded, slipping off his clothing as fast as he could wave his wand. Ignoring his silk tie when it became a tangled knot around his neck, he climbed up on the bed and settled on his knees. He slowly closed his hand and lifted her just like he had in the kitchen.


That pull in her midriff apparently wasn’t going to worry him any more, Hecuba be thanked. He looked a bit odd naked with a raging hard-on and wearing his tie strung sideways on his neck, but if he didn’t care, Hermione certainly didn’t.


She disrobed in midair using her wand before he could damage her nice dress. In honor of his tie, she left her pearl necklace on, meeting him in the middle of the bed as he set her down. They came together swiftly, tongues clashing and arms intertwining, moans and groans permeating the air as husband and wife reaffirmed their sexual attraction for one another.


Lucius gently rested his wife under him on the satin sheets and came over her, thrusting his knee between her legs to open them. “Missionary position for you today. A special favor, but don’t expect to get used to it.” He lowered himself onto Hermione and instead of instantly running his engorged staff into her, he prodded her sheath tenderly, sliding into her warm depths a millimeter at a time, “Even though it appears to be not a problem, I want to make sure nothing hurts you.”


His gentle ingress just made Hermione wiggle with impatience. “Lucius, if you don’t hurry up and stab me with that stiff sword of yours, I’m going to go looking for a hippogriff. I swear I will!” She couldn’t wait any longer and carved ten more halfmoons into Lucius’ butt muscles, digging in until he gave up and pushed deeper into her. She dragged his face down to hers using his knotted necktie and slung her arms around his neck holding his face not a hand’s width from hers. “Love us, Lucius. We belong completely to you.”


Lucius stared into his wife’s affectionate, chocolate eyes, his own a warm, foggy gray as he touched her face with long, gentle fingers, sliding them over her lips, opening them for his kiss. He didn’t answer her in words, but he made love to her with his body, slowly building the pleasure, stroke by stroke until they were both nearly delirious from their mingled scents and touches, each one gasping with the erotic inroads made by the other, internal squeezes fighting with deep thrusts as finally both of them were sucked into a tornado of sensual madness, their bodies suspended in time together, feeling the ultimate connection sweep over them, then blast them both into near senselessness. After an eternal moment, they sank into a heap of joined limbs, Lucius tucking Hermione under him as together they succumbed to the first restful sleep either had enjoyed in three days.


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This chapter speaks to some of your reviews. Genius minds, huh? The story has quite a ways to go yet, so don't worry that the end is near. It ain't. No one has ever accused me of being succinct.

So Lucius has been freed from his self-imposed restriction (and so has Hermione). What next? Whither goest the plot?

I bask in your reviews. I do hope I feel a bask coming on...
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