LUCKY

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling

CHAPTER SIX


It was the hoots that woke Hermione early Sunday morning. Peering blearily from underneath her duvet, she blinked rapidly to clear her vision. When her window came into focus, so the did the dozen or so faces of the owls outside. She grimaced at the fuzzy feel on her teeth and went to retrieve her surprisingly large amount of mail.

Unable to restrain her curiosity, Hermione tore open topmost letter. It was from Lavender and it held best wishes for her upcoming nuptials.

‘How did Lavender find out about my betrothal?’ Hermione frowned in confusion.

Suddenly, a bad feeling swept over the perplexed witch. After opening almost fifty letters from former schoolmates and colleagues (all containing felicitations), Hermione was in no doubt that the whole world knew that she and Lucius were betrothed. Did Pansy tell the entire wizarding world? It certainly seemed so.

“Oh Circe! I’d better warn Lucius,” she exclaimed.

She moved quickly to floo him, but stopped at the doorway of her bedroom. Why should she warn him? A small smile lifted the right corner of her lips. Imagining Lucius’ wrath at the world finding out about their betrothal without him having orchestrated it made her eyes light with a spiteful mirth. Perhaps, she should let him find out on his own. After all Lucius had practically kicked her from the manor last night, she owed him nothing.

Buzzing with residual anger, Hermione showered and dressed. Her salmon coloured dress was cleverly cut to show off the narrowness of her waist. It plunged in a deep vee, creamy breasts clearly displayed. It had a matching robe that ended scandalously at the knee. Lucius had invited her to brunch yesterday. Something told her that she would need the type of ammunition that only being well dressed provided. Hermione charmed her hair into a sexy fall of curls.

As she dug for some sort of jewellery, Hermione heard the sound of an incoming floo.

‘That sneak is here already,’ she thought unsurprised.

Hermione quietly moved from her dresser to the door to await Lucius. It was moments later that he pushed open her bedroom door to find Hermione staring straight at him.

“Hello, Lucius. You certainly are early. Anything wrong?” Hermione’s eyes glinted with malice.

‘She knows about the announcement. Good.’ The fair wizard barely concealed his satisfaction.

“Nothing is wrong. Why? Should there be, Hermione?” He stepped in close enough to feel the heat of her body. He leaned in and bent to whisper above her ear, “Feeling guilty are we? Anything you’d care to confess?”

Swallowing with some difficulty, Hermione forced her feet to stay put. She turned her head so that their lips were nearly parallel. “Never to you.”

Lucius caught her arm as Hermione twisted to go around him. He drew her to her dressing table. Withdrawing a small pouch from his pockets, he enlarged it. Opening the flap to a soft velvet pouch, a spill of jewels caught the bright morning light. The necklace was incredible. On a fine platinum chain was a pendant in a ribbon like tear drop encrusted with diamonds, in its midst a delicate piece of coral lay. There were matching pieces in a pair of earrings, and a bracelet. They were all obviously well-cared for antiques.

Hermione reached a digit out to trace the pendant, it truly was splendid.

“You can’t expect me to wear these?” she asked afraid of the answer.

“Of course I do. I can’t have you without complementary jewellery. There are several other pieces that will be delivered via courier this week. The remainder will be yours upon our marriage.” Lucius’ long fingers plucked the pendant from her.

As Lucius put each piece on her, the smell of sandalwood made Hermione light-headed. The feel of his warm hand on her bare skin was tantalising. But last night’s rejection still burned. It was then she registered his words ‘upon our marriage.’ They weren’t really engaged, just pretending.

“Lucius, we are not getting married. This is only temporary.” She made to remove the necklace only to have him still her hands.

With an exasperated exclamation, Lucius replied testily, “Oh for God’s sake, leave it for now. We’ll discuss this later. At the moment I have a surprise for you. So let’s go, yes?” He stalked out to the living room, Hermione trailing behind him.

“It’s still early. I thought we were going for brunch?” Perplexed, the brunette witch stopped at her bedroom door.

“I said it was a surprise. Now stop asking questions.” Lucius practically dragged Hermione from her bedroom to the fireplace in the living room.

“Are we flooing, then? If we are, then I’m afraid your surprise is quite ruined.” Hermione did not really like surprises. Her life had been rife with them lately, and it was wreaking havoc on her normally well-ordered world.

Lucius nearly threw his hands up in exasperation. Would she never shut up? It seemed the only time the chit stopped talking was when her lips were occupied by him. Not a bad idea, but not the best time to go off on a sexual tangent.

“No, Hermione. We are going by Side-Along-Apparition.” Lucius took a long-suffering breath and began.

When Hermione opened her tightly shut eyes (she never really liked going someplace without some measure of control), she looked around and realized that they were outside of a restaurant that Ginny and she frequented. It was a family restaurant that had a relaxed atmosphere.

“Lucius, aren’t we overdressed? This is a very casual restaurant.” Hermione questioned.

“No, you’re fine as you are. We are just meeting someone here.” Lucius looked about to see if his surprise guest had appeared.

They were there only a few minutes when Ginny apparated with a loud crack. The redhead was dressed in emerald green formal robes similar to Hermione’s. Ginny seemed a bit taken aback to see Hermione so well dressed.

She rushed over and kissed Hermione’s check, “You look absolutely beautiful Hermione! You are the epitome of a blushing bride,”

Ginny hugged Hermione tightly and then stepped back. Her gaze moved to Lucius. “Mr. Malfoy,” she intoned in cool tones, nodding her head.

Lucius’ lips twitched slightly at this unexpected regal behaviour. He thought it funny that the youngest Weasley, famous for her acceptance of muggles and easy manner, could behave as snotty as the most indulged pureblood debutante.

Lucius half-lidded eyes hid his burst of mirth. “Well, let’s go before we are late for our appointment with the registrar.”

Hermione stared at Lucius, disbelief on her face. “Ginny, excuse us for a moment.” She grasped Lucius’ arm and dragged him far enough so Ginny couldn’t overhear. It didn’t even register how docilely the wizard was behaving.

“Lucius, did you arrange some type of ceremony without my knowledge?” Hermione could feel anger crawling up spine. She was so close to hexing this bastard. “Because if you did, I think it’s fair to warn you that it will not go well for you.”

Lucius leveraged himself so that his back was to Ginny. He pulled Hermione close so that her wand was rendered useless.

“Let me make this clear to you, Hermione, as you seem to have forgotten exactly who is in charge. I have pictures of you and Ginny. Remember those?” His cruel tone deepened. “I’ve recently learned the little witch is pregnant with that obnoxious prat’s spawn. Unless, you are willing to stand by and watch that relationship destroyed, I suggest you learn to comply.”

Lucius watched in satisfaction as Hermione’s face paled. Gripping her arms tighter, he brought her flush with his body. She could feel the heat of him against her. His words had made the hair on her arms stand up as goose bumps rose along her flesh. But his next declaration made her break out in a cold sweat.

“We are to be married today, whether you wish or not.” Lucius paused, allowing his words to sink in properly. “If you do not follow through, I will not hesitate to show Potter exactly how close his wife and best friend are. Something tells me that he will be more forgiving of you than his wife. Think on it, Hermione.” He restrained the urge to shake her as they still had an audience.

“Are you two going to whisper all morning, or are you going to get married?” Ginny’s voice cut into Hermione’s shock.

“We’re coming, Ginny.” Hermione strove not to show her upset. In a darkly fierce undertone to the blonde still holding her, “Let me go! I’ll marry you, but you may rue the day you ever thought to blackmail me, Lucius Malfoy.” Wrenching from his now loosened hands, she rushed over to Ginny.

Ginny’s eyes briefly rested on Lucius before flicking back to Hermione, “What did he say to upset you, Hermione?”

Hermione smiled weakly. “It’s nothing, really. Just that I was a bit surprised he was able to get the registrar to open on a Sunday. Let’s just go before we miss our appointment. I don’t want to keep the poor person waiting.”

Uncertainty evident, Ginny answered hesitantly, “All right. But if you change your mind, it’s okay. It’s not too late to back out Hermione. You don’t have to marry Malfoy.”

Hermione smiled genuinely. Little did Ginny know that indeed, she “had” to marry Lucius. “Don’t worry Ginny. I’m fine.”

Lucius had heard the youngest Weasley’s words to Hermione and was relieved when Hermione indicated that she was going through with the marriage.

“Ladies, we’ve dallied long enough here. Shall we?” Holding out his arm, he invited Hermione to hold on to him for the apparition to the registrar’s office.

Waiting at the registrar was a tall bear-like man with ginger coloured hair. It was with some surprise that Hermione witnessed Lucius on the receiving end of a crushing bear hug.

“I take it this is bride. Quite a beauty you’ve got yourself, eh, Lucius?” With twinkling eyes that oddly enough reminded her of Professor Dumbledore, the large man exuded a cheerfulness that made it hard not to smile in return.

“What is a lovely witch like you doing with this old reprobate? It’s clear to me someone needs to take you in hand.” Gently threading Hermione’s arm through his, Brutus proceeded to acquaint himself with the bride-to-be. Hermione was thoroughly charmed by Brutus’ gentle yet teasing manner.

After Lucius introduced Ginny and Brutus, the four made their way to the room appointed for marriage bindings. Brutus stood in lieu of Hermione’s deceased parents, and gave the witch away. It seemed to Hermione that the ceremony took but minutes and shortly the four found themselves ensconced in a private room of a very cosy and chic restaurant for luncheon.

When the two witches had excused themselves to powder their noses, Brutus sat back in his chair and smiled rather mysteriously at Lucius.

“Well, old friend, it seems that you‘ve made the catch of the century. Potter’s mate, no less. Can’t imagine what McNair and the lot will say. I daresay, Narcissa and Draco are turning in their graves.” The glint in his eyes died as his expression sobered. “Lucius, while I am glad that you’re able to move on, be careful. There are those that will accept the new Mrs. Malfoy, but there are still a few that will not be as sanguine. Guard your bride carefully, my friend.”

Lucius set down his wineglass and met his friend’s eyes squarely, “Are you speaking for yourself, Brutus.”

“Ah, Lucius. You should know better than that.” Amusement again shone in those dark eyes. “My love for witches transcends all barriers. Besides, I’ve enough mutt in my background to appreciate an infusion of new blood.”

“Then don’t worry. I know well how to care for my possessions.” Lucius raised his glass in a silent salute and downed the remainder of the wine.

In the powder room the two witches were having quite a talk, mostly about Ginny’s pregnancy.

“Ginny, how is that you were able to come today? When did Lucius contact you? And where is Harry?” Hermione sat down on an upholstered chair.

“Well, Lucius flooed Harry and me last night. Harry agreed that you needed someone there, but felt that he would not be comfortable coming himself. Hermione, Harry doesn’t know that I am pregnant yet or I seriously doubt that I would have been able to come today. I must show it somehow, because Mr. Malfoy took one look at me and knew. I plan on telling Harry tonight. I’m so excited and nervous. Do you think he’ll be happy?” Ginny leaned forward and grasped Hermione’s hand. “I’m scared. I just hope that everything will be okay and the baby will be healthy.”

Hermione swept Ginny into a fierce hug. “Harry will be over the moon and the baby will be perfect.” Leaning back she grinned at Ginny, “My goodness, I’m going to be an aunt! That means I get to spoil him or her and you just have to deal with consequences.”

Giving a Hermione a watery smile, Ginny laid her head on Hermione’s shoulder and sighed. Hermione raised a hand to stroke Ginny’s hair softly. “I’m just so glad to tell someone. I could barely restrain myself from telling Harry today as it was.”

Hermione stopped midstroke. “Ginny, did you ever tell Harry about our ‘experiments’ in school”

“What are you…oh, no, Hermione.” Colour flooded Ginny’s already flushed face. “I couldn’t. Harry can be so priggish at times. I could never. Trust me, don’t ever mention it. Please, it would only create problems.” Worry creased Ginny’s brow.

Hermione urgently reassured the witch, “No, never. I just wanted to know if he knew. Don’t worry, all in the past. We’ve got a new baby coming and I can’t wait to go shopping for a layette with you.” Ginny’s reaction only reinforced to Hermione that she had made the right decision.

“Goodness, we’ve been in here a while. Let’s get you back to your new husband.” Ginny collected her purse and made her way to the room with Hermione trailing behind her.

When they arrived, Ginny explained that she had to leave, as she was expected at the Burrow. Soon after, Brutus too left, leaving Hermione and Lucius alone. It was with definite reluctance that Hermione arrived at the Manor with her new spouse.

“Well, Mrs. Malfoy, here we are. The house elves have been sent to retrieve your belongings. You can close up the flat soon. Why don’t I show you our rooms?” Lucius took Hermione’s elbow and guided her up the grand staircase.

Unwilling to engage in an argument so soon, Hermione did not bring up Lucius’ arrogance in relocating her possessions. It was with some surprise that Hermione viewed her new sitting room. It was pretty and light, all done in creams and yellows, the room was cheery and inviting.

“This is your sitting room. The dressing room is to the left through there. Why don’t you remove your cloak. Surely, you are overly warm.” The touch of Lucius hands at her shoulders was electrifying. He slid the cloak with her wand in the pocket from her. With a flick of his wand the cloak was hung in a large wardrobe.

“This door to the right is the bedroom. Our bedroom.” Lucius’ hand was at the small of her back steering her to through the doorway. Hermione felt a nervous flutter in her stomach.

The room was beautiful. The masterpiece was the walnut four poster bed that seemed to stand on a dais. On it lay an exquisite silk counterpane in forest green woven with gold thread. Numerous pillows lay at the head, artfully decorating the bed.

“This is the Malfoy marriage bed. It has been in the family for centuries. Every direct descendant of the Malfoy line has been conceived in that bed. Of course, I’ve had the mattress replaced since Narcissa’s passing.” This was the first reference Lucius had ever made to his dead spouse. The realization made Hermione acknowledge that she had so much to learn about this wizard.

Hermione walked to the bed and stroked the silken covers. “It’s gorgeous. I can’t imagine sleeping here.” She smiled a bit and came to a complete halt as she felt Lucius behind her.

“I doubt that we’ll get much sleep tonight.” His hands bracketed her hips and slid to wrap around her waist bringing them into contact. Her whole body seem to come alive, every hair on end. His thumbs caressed the undersides of her breasts through her dress, the slide of the silky material tantalizing her. A silent gasp tore from the witch making her breasts rise.

Panic welled within her and Hermione pulled quickly from Lucius’ arms startling him. A pink tongue flicked out to moistened suddenly parched lips. Hermione stepped sideways to avoid both wizard and the imposing marriage bed.

“I think that perhaps I should sleep on my own tonight. After all, this whole wedding thing was sprung on me unexpectedly.” Hermione lifted wide brown eyes filled with pleading. “Hasn’t this marriage accomplished exactly what you wished?”

“You are only attempting to put off the inevitable, Hermione. You are my wife and this is exactly where you belong.” Lucius was not appreciative of her procrastination.

“Where I belong is in my own flat. With Crookshanks. Where is Crookshanks, Lucius?” Hermione suddenly remembered the half-kneazle.

“He will be delivered with your other things. Now, Hermione, is there anything else you wish to ask?” Lucius leaned against the bed with his arms crossed.

“Did you tell everyone we were betrothed? I received an inordinate amount of mail this morning.” Hermione hoped the accusation would put him off his intent.

“Yes. I hardly think it signifies as we are wed now. Anything else, Hermione?” Hermione could hear Lucius’ patience reaching its breaking point.

Biting her lower lip, Hermione tried to think of something that would distract him. “You do know I have to go to work tomorrow, right? I didn’t ask for leave, so I doubt that I will get any days off with such short notice.”

Lucius’ cool grey gaze was unnerving. He didn’t say a word, just looked at Hermione steadily. Turning from his bride, Lucius strode across the room and shut the door decisively. The click of the lock sounded like a shot in the spacious room. Lucius withdrew his wand to cast silencing and locking charms. Hermione realized at that point that she had unthinkingly surrendered her wand with her cloak. Cursing mentally, Hermione sidled as far from the bed as possible.

Lucius watched Hermione’s ineffective manoeuvre with some amusement. His lip curled at the end in a half-smile. He stood where he was and slowly began to undress, flinging each article onto close by armchair. When he was in his boxers and socks he sat on the matching ottoman and removed his socks, revealing long well-shaped feet. During his entire disrobing his eyes never left Hermione. He sat there for a long moment just looking intently at her.

Hermione avoided his eyes, having never felt so anxious in her life. There would be no turning back once this was consummated. No divorce. ‘Til death do we part. There was no doubt in her mind that Lucius was a medieval chauvinist. He would never let her go unless it served him in some manner. Hermione’s mind whirled with all the possible ways this marriage would be unendurable.

Hermione was so intent on her musings that she didn’t notice when Lucius came to stand in front of her until his hand pushed her chin up. “Come.” The command was deep, quiet and insistent. His tone made it clear that disobedience was not an option.

Lucius’ nimble digits soon discovered the cleverly hidden side zipper. Soon a puddle of salmon coloured silk pooled at her feet. It was with some effort that Hermione stood still. She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands, but refused to give Lucius such overt proof of her nerves.

Picking up his wand Lucius sent the dress to join his clothes on the armchair. He put down the wand to move behind Hermione. Hermione breathed shallowly as Lucius took his time removing the antiques from her. Hermione could not banish the sight of his musclar chest lightly dusted with fair hair from her mind. By the time he had finished, desire flared brightly between them.

Hermione was surprised when Lucius swept her into his arms and carried her up the dais to the bed. The cool silk at her back was contrasted by the heat of Lucius’ body as he settled himself onto Hermione. Nestled between her legs, Lucius leant on his elbows to peer down at the now trembling woman. Gently moving her curling hair from her face, Lucius’ fingers outlined the shape of her brow. He slipped a hand underneath to lift her towards him. Lucius kissed her almost chastely for long minutes until Hermione’s trembling subsided, turning to a muted burn. Certain that for now she was calm, he traced the seam of her mouth with his silken tongue. Hermione opened to return his kiss. Soon the dip of his tongue became more demanding. The muted burn grew and brightened. Hermione could feel her delicate knickers dampen with her growing arousal.

‘God this man could kiss.’ She thought hazily.

Her hands threaded into Lucius long locks, anchoring him into her. She wanted to drown in the moment. The slide of that wicked tongue had her boneless with desire and she would certainly sink. The feel of his hair roughened legs was divine to her sensitized skin and she rubbed like a kitten against him.

Lucius dragged his mouth down, dotting nipping kisses along her chin continuing to her well-defined collarbone. The front clasp of her bra sprung free under his hands and all at once she spilled out. Lucius stopped for a moment to survey the feast before him. Raising lids heavy with want, Lucius’ eyes were white-hot, his need evident.

“Exquisite.” His deep baritone was a promise of things to come. Things they both wanted, no…needed. White teeth sank into her taut nipples. An answering moan tore from her throat as a soft tongue soothed the sting. He gave its twin the same treatment, massaging the abandoned one with his free hand. Soon that hand wandered to palm her sex through lace and silk. The pressure of his thumb near her clit made her pulse in anticipation. Hermione lifted her hips attempting to bring his fingers in closer contact.

A soft chuckle sounded from him. “Patience, sweetheart. Soon. I promise.” His head dipped back to her breast for one last suckle.

He released her breast to move back until he knelt between her legs. He held her eyes as he slipped his fingers under her knickers to drag them between her lubricated labia. Drawing his fingers from her he cleaned the juice from them.

“Delicious,” he pronounced. “I am going to make you scream Hermione. I want to feel you come knowing that I did this to you.” His nostrils flared with determination. He reached a hand into her underwear and with a deliberate movement Lucius ripped the lace and satin from her. The barbarity of the moment shocked her not because it reeked of violence, but because it turned her on incredibly. Fragments of her underwear were pushed from the bed along with her bra.

Lifting her hips up to his mouth, Lucius greedily devoured her. At first he lapped at the moisture that seeped from her and then soon opened her to push his tongue into her sweet orifice. He freed a hand to torment her clit in adept swipes of his thumb. When he bit lightly into the bundle of nerves, she felt everything tighten suddenly and rush to an explosion that burst from every part of her. Lucius kissed her most intimate lips throughout her orgasm.

Hermione felt Lucius move to remove his boxers before he lay down to envelop her in his arms. She could feel his length against her nudging for entrance. He kissed her deeply, rousing her once again. Lucius reached down to split the lips of her cunt, roughly caressing her. Soon she was wet once more and felt his rigid tip guided into the mouth of her heated depths. He tore through her hymen quickly, earning a quick scream from the brunette beneath him. His mouth unerringly sought hers to swallow the rest of her sounds.

Lucius lay very still waiting for her to accept him fully. Withdrawing slowly he gently re-entered her. He kept this up until Hermione began to respond by pressing her pelvis into him. Soon he was powerfully surging into her tight wetness. He wanted to mark her as his. His alone. Untouched by anyone but him.

Slowing, he whispered harshly into her ear. “Do you like this, Hermione?”

He purposely withdrew only to slam into her when she responded. “Yes, yes. YES!” The last was sobbed as he resumed fucking her.

“Do you like me fucking you?” He nearly smiled at her incoherent reply.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say it, Hermione.”

In gasping words dragged from her, she said, “Please. Fuck. Me. Lucius. Oh, God. Oh, God. Don’t stop. Don’t…”

Lucius raised himself until he was kneeling. Lifting Hermione, he pistoned furiously into her. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the air. He fucked her roughly, grinding his pelvis against her clit. Hermione moved in time with him, seeking something that seemed to slip from her grasp every time Lucius withdrew.

“You little witch. Did you think to escape this? To escape me?” Lucius slowed to grind against her. “You are mine. This is my pussy.” His possessive words thrilled and frightened her simultaneously.

“My pussy.” He declared and began to move so hard and deeply that Hermione could not move. Then came that narrowing that drowned out everything but this spiral into the void. Hermione felt her world tilt and whirl until it crashed and burst into splinters of pleasure that seemed to pierce her to the core.

Lucius felt his balls tighten until the explosion of seed erupted from him bathing her womb with his very essence. She was his, and he would never let her go.

“Mine.” He whispered into her wild ringlets. She was defnitely taking a personal day.

Moving to the side, he dragged her into a tight embrace. The exhausted couple lay entwined and slept.


A/N - I had such a terrible case of writer's block. Very frustrating. Anyway, I'm back in the saddle and you should have your biweekly updates.