The Bond

A/N: thanks again for the warm wishes for my husband, and the words of support. I appreciate it.

Okay, I want to make sure everyone understands...Lucius is reformed, for the most part, and is fond of Hermione, at least as far as the story goes, he would not subject her to "porn with some whore" that is not my intention at all :) I want him to become more of a.....confidant, as well as an atagonist for a jealous Severus......read on my friends, and you will see.....




CHAPTER SIX


He couldn’t stand it any longer. Severus sat in his chair and watched her as she cleaned their living quarters. House elves had an intense dislike for Hermione, as she was always attempting to set them free, and no longer came to tend to the housework. Not that his odd little muggle wife cared. She actually enjoyed doing it herself. She even liked cooking, and to his great surprise, she was actually quite a skilled little chef.

It wasn’t her domesticity that bothered him, it was the way she went about it. She was wearing a black velvet outfit she called a tracksuit. The soft, touchable material stretched taut over her round little bottom was enough to make him pull at his hair. She had the damned “I” thing clipped to her waist band, with the little white things stuck in her ears. He wanted to curse Arthur Weasley for tinkering with it so it would work in their world.

And so, he was forced not only to stare at her sweet little ass in a pair of pants that made his palms itch to touch her. But said ass had to wiggle to the music only she could hear! This was a torture far worse that the Cruciatus, at least you would eventually end up unconscious there. No, this was far worse as it was impossible to look away, and short of knocking himself over the head, he wasn’t going to end up unconscious any time soon.


When she came in with a bucket and brushes and began to scrub the floors, on her hands and knees, he reached the end of his rope. Not only was she wiggling her ass about, but now she had removed her jacket and he could see that she hadn’t bothered with a bra beneath this soft pink cotton tank she wore, and her breasts were now jiggling happily to whatever bloody tune she was listening to.


He leapt to his feet as though someone had set it afire and stomped into the small lab he kept off of the kitchen. He returned with a small vial of the latest draught he had concocted containing his essence, and set it on the table. He went to her, careful not to disturb the area she had already cleaned, and tugged one of the buds from her ear.
“Oh, what did you need Severus?” She asked, looking up at him from her position on the floor.
“I’m going to see Lucius; there is elixir on the table.” With that curt explanation he stepped around her and traveled by floo to Malfoy Manor. She blew a wayward strand of hair from her forehead and sat up, resting her bottom on her heels. She stared at the now empty fireplace and frowned.
“What in the world has gotten into him today?” She muttered aloud.


“Lucius!” Severus called as he stepped from the elaborate hearth in Malfoy’s study.
“No need to yell Severus, I’m right here.” Lucius said, looking up from the ledger on his desk.
“Oh, sorry.” Severus replied as he fell into a chair near the window. “Sorry to come unannounced, but I needed to get away and had no idea where to go.”
“Tiff with the missus?” Lucius inquired, leaning back in his chair as he observed his friend.
“No, we weren’t fighting.” He replied, raking his fingers through is hair. “I just couldn’t watch her clean the house for a minute longer.”
“Why is your wife cleaning? I thought Hogwarts had house elves for that?” Lucius was appalled at the concept of cleaning ones house, Malfoys after all, did not clean.
“House elves refuse to come near our rooms.”
“Why ever not?” Lucius looked taken aback that a house elf would refuse to do anything it was told.
“When Hermione was a student, she went about the castle, leaving them all clothes and freeing them. So, they stay away from her, lest they lose their position in the castle.”
“I see, clever girl your wife.” Lucius said with a chuckle. “I still don’t understand why her cleaning bothers you so much, is she Obsessive about it?”
“No, she does it the muggle way. She seems to find comfort in doing things the way she was brought up.”
“Severus, I’m confused, please tell me what the hell it is that has you so flustered. I don’t make a habit of associating with mud…erm….muggles, so I have no idea what their habits are. Your little bride is the only one I can actually say I have ever liked.”
“She wears this muggle contraption, an I-pick or some other such nonsense, anyhow, she had Arthur Weasly place an enchantment on it so she could use it in the magical world. It had these little thing she sticks in her ears and it plays music, for only her to hear.” He closed his eyes as he thought about her there in their apartment, on all fours, scrubbing the floor. “So she wanders about, cleaning, and wiggling her ass to the music, while I sit there, hard as a stone. Not only that, but she wears these black velvet pants….”
“I think I get the idea.” Lucius said with a smirk. “Why don’t you just shag the girl and get it over with.”
“Because I promised her I would wait.” He groaned, rubbing his forehead, desperately wishing the ache would go away.
“You are a better man than I.” Lucius laughed. “Though, there are worse things than having a sweet, young witch wiggling her ass about your home.”
“Oh, pray tell wise one.” Severus sneered.
“Trelawney, naked, dancing the can-can.” Lucius lifted one amused brow and watched the tension slip away from Severus’s face.
“Now that is just a horrible thing to put in my head Lucius.” He said with a laugh.
“Well, it is true.” He shoved the ledger into his desk, slamming the drawer shut with a wave of his hand. “Care for a bit of fencing Severus?”
“Brilliant! I need something to help me work off this excess energy.”

He followed Lucius through the house to a large room that was, for the most part, empty. A fireplace stood at one end, over it hung the Malfoy coat of arms. Suits of gleaming armor lined the walls, between them sat low, padded benches. A rack, filled with and assortment of swords sat near the hearth.
“Foil or small sword?” Lucius asked, standing at the rack.
“Loser’s choice.” Severus said with a smirk.
“Feeling confident today, aren’t we?” Lucius withdrew two long, narrow, pointed foils, handing one to Severus, hilt first. Both men took a moment to accustom themselves to the weapons in their hands, checking the balance, looking for weak spots in the blades, and taking a few practice thrusts and lunges. Satisfied, they both walked to the center of the room.

Back to back they stood, swords held upright, blades pressed almost to their noses. A disembodied voice began the sequence of the match.
“Ready.” They took five steps forward and then turned quickly to face one another.
“Bow.” The bowed to each other before assuming their fighting stance. One arm lifted, lead foot flat on the floor, leg bent, back leg extended to the rear, foot flat on the floor. Sword level and pointed at the target.
“Begin.” Lucius and Severus stepped towards the other, swords coming into contact as they maneuvered their way through the familiar steps of thrust and parry. Lucius executing a rather elaborate and highly flourished forward lunge and scored first point.
“So tell me…” Lucius said as he pushed forward, following Severus as he retreated back. “How is your wife’s curiosity coming along.” He stepped back, barely avoiding a rather sneaky thrust on Severus’s behalf.
“It’s going to give me grey hair.” Severus said, winding his wrist and effectively knocking Lucius’s foil aside, the pointed tip hitting his opponent in the center of his chest. Point to Severus. “I figure by the time the first year is up, I’ll be as grey as Dumbledore.” He leaped into the air, avoiding a low swipe at his legs.
“So, are you going to let her observe?” Lucius began to approach aggressively, his thrusts becoming harder to deflect.
“I’m not sure…” Severus ducked, slipping behind him and giving him the chance to earn another point as Lucius turned, finding himself at the end of Severus’s sword. “I know the games you like to play Lucius, I want her interested, not terrified.” Lucius lowered his weapon.

“I didn’t intend for it to be one of those occasions, although if I remember correctly, and I always do, you yourself were once quite fond of those games yourself.” He said with a slight smile as though he were remembering old times.
“Be that as it may, my wife is young and a virgin, those games will have to wait till later.” They walked to a table where a house-elf had left them bottles of icy spring water.
“You are a lucky man, not many women hold out anymore.” Lucius stated.
“I suppose, its not that I don’t like the fact that I will be the first and only man to have her, I just cant figure out how someone as intelligent and curious as she is, could know almost nothing about sex.” Severus said.

They took a seat on one of the benches, and rested briefly.
“Maybe it’s a muggle thing?” Lucius pondered.
“Doubt it. I just don’t see it. She spent her entire time at school hanging around with those two idiots, Potter and Weasly. I cant tell you the number of times I pulled that horny little ginger out of some dark corner or another. And Potter, well he was a bit of a late bloomer, but at the end of sixth year he and that chit he married were shagging like rabbits every chance they got!”
“They always were very protective of her. Voldemort wanted to get his hands on her so bad he could taste it, but they guarded her too well.”
“I hate to think about it, you know he would have had her raped and tortured.” Severus shivered at the thought of his sweet little bride at the mercy of the Dark Lord.
“Still though, you’d have thought she would have been privy to her classmate’s activities.”
“I can recall one incident when she was in the library, and unbeknownst to her, your devil of a son was getting blown on the other side of the shelf from her. Little bookworm had no idea.” Severus said shaking his head.
“Ah, yes, Draco has a thing for public places.” Lucius said with an indulgent smile.
“If and when she is taught about the other side of sex, it will be by me.” Severus said with a firm nod of his head.


“You know, the woman I am currently with, Helena, I am actually quite fond of her.” Lucius said thoughtfully.
“Are you in love with her?”
“No, I don’t think I will ever love another woman. That emotion was buried with Narcissa.” Lucius said softly. “But, back to the topic at hand, I am quite fond of her, and I am capable of making love to a woman without the games. If you are interested in letting your lovely little bride play the voyeur.”
“Sounds well and good, but I doubt it would be quite the erotic experience one would hope for.” Severus drawled with a slight smile.
“Oh, do you doubt my ability?” Lucius asked.
“No, I just imagine for me, it will be a long, tedious event with my chatty little wife asking me question after question. Not exactly the outcome one hopes for when engaging in elicit affairs.”
“Well, I suppose you could always come up with ways to shut her up, eh Severus?” Lucius smirked, waggling his silver brows.