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A/N: You guys rock! It can be difficult at times for people to get my sense of humor, I have a hard time, especially with other officer's wives, because I tend to have a very naughty sense of what it funny...and not to judge...but some of them carry around way too much self importance....



Anyhow....Sygnus and Domine....I love you! XOXO



La Bib....you write the most thorough reviews LOL...Im proud to have such praise from you.





Now, as for Lucius and Severus's weekend antics.....I noticed that most of the time my husband is the proper, upstanding, respectable and commanding officer..but when he gets with his childhood friends he suddenly turns into a sixteen year old idiot.



So I thought, what would Sev and Lucius been like as teens...in the seventies...







I will not be writing any 3 somes with Sev..hot as he is. Ive only ever written one, and that involved Draco LOL...I like my Lucuis all on his own.



Severus will come back for another visit...but now I think its time for Lucius to get to know his bride.......(yes, I am smirking)











CHAPTER EIGHT: Public Displays





Hermione was actually relieved to bid Severus goodbye. While he was without a doubt, rather funny, and his constant innuendo and flirtation were flattering and entertaining, she relished the peace that was once again restored in her life. None the less, she was in fact extremely bored and getting a bit claustrophobic inside the massive walls of Malfoy manor.



She looked over at Lucius who was drinking his morning coffee and reading the paper and pursed her lips thoughtfully.



“Lucius?” She called his name softly.



“Yes dear?” He didn’t bother looking up from his paper, and she doubted he even realized he had used the endearment.



“Will you take me somewhere?” She asked.



“Where would you like to go?” He turned the page and resumed reading.



“Anywhere is fine, I just want you to take me.” She watched as Lucius folded his paper and laid it on the table.



“Is there a particular reason you need me to personally accompany you? Have you had difficulties using my accounts?” He asked.



“No, it’s just that we have been married for a little over a month, and aside from lunch right after we married, we haven’t been seen in public together…..and now that we are alone, I would like to spend some time with you, get to know you better.” She said softly. “Please?”



“Very well, go get yourself ready, and I will make arrangements.” He said, smiling slightly when he saw her face brighten.



“Oh, thank you! I’m so excited!” She hopped up from the table and leaned down to kiss his cheek on her way out of the dining room. Lucius never ceased to be amazed by her. Such a little thing she asked of him, to take her somewhere, anywhere, and his agreement to do so made her that happy. She was so easy to please.









Hermione was practically running beside him as she tried to keep up. Lucius’s long legged stride allowed him to cover ground quickly, a benefit of being tall. Hermione wasn’t so lucky, she was short, and her legs had to work twice as hard to cover the same distance.



“Lucius, please slow down!” She asked breathlessly. He stopped suddenly and looked down at her flushed face.



“I’m sorry, are you alright? Should I hire a carriage?” He asked. She laughed and reached out for his hand.



“No, just slow down, my legs aren’t as long as yours, I can’t walk as fast.” She smiled up at him sweetly and he couldn’t resist smiling back.



“I apologize.” He watched in amazement as she entwined their fingers, she wanted to hold his hand. He found the gesture a little odd. Narcissa hadn’t wanted him to touch her in private, much less in public. He couldn’t recall a single time when she had wanted him to hold her hand. He wasn’t sure how he felt about such public displays.



“Now, where are we going in such a hurry?” She asked as they set out walking at a much slower pace, hand in hand.



“Museum, there is an interesting display of statuary I thought we might see.” He gestured towards a large building at the end of the street with his cane. “Then maybe we will go to The Garden for lunch.”



“I’ve never been there, did you make reservations?” She asked as they neared the entrance to the museum. Lucius scoffed and looked down at her, a haughty look on his face.



“I don’t need a reservation, I am a Malfoy.” He said with a smug grin.



“Alright, Mr. Malfoy…I might be intimidated had I not born witness to you and Severus’s weekend of debauchery. Good thing I didn’t know him before he was my teacher, I don’t think I could have respected him.” She laughed.



“Did you imagine we sprung from the womb as ruthless death eaters?” He asked as they entered the museums ornate double doors.



“No, but you have to understand, until I moved in with you, I had not exactly known you or Severus as anything else.” She squeezed his fingers gently, a gesture of reassurance.



Lucius purchased their tickets to the exhibit and offered Hermione his arm. He was aware of the stares from other patrons. It wasn’t exactly public knowledge that he had remarried, matched by the ministry no less. And he was certain that he had never been seen in public with any female aside from Narcissa, and the last time had been three years ago prior to her death.





He guided his wife through the museum, stopping briefly at some displays, lingering longer at others. He was thrilled to discover that he owned several pieces far more valuable and interesting than what the museum had. Being disgustingly wealthy did have its perks.



Lucius strolled through the building as if he owned the place, of course, Hermione couldn’t be certain that he didn’t, his holdings were vast and not even she had the mental capacity to catalog them all. She tried to hide her amusement as he nodded to various acquaintances in a rather ‘kingly’ manner, while simply staring down his nose at others.



She was somewhat surprised that her arrogant husband maintained a hold on her at all times. There was a part of her that feared he would publicly shun her, set her aside lest anyone see that he was on friendly terms with his muggle bride. Instead, he made certain to offer his arm as they walked, always allowing her to proceed him through narrow walkways and doors with his hands resting on the small of her back.

For all his weekend antics with Severus, at heart, Lucius was gallant; his manners were flawless, at least around company.





Lucius walked behind his bride as they made their way through the narrow aisles of the statuary exhibit. He didn’t mind, it gave him the chance to admire her shapely backside as she walked. She didn’t wear robes often; unlike his former wife who was always found formally garbed in expensive fabrics and elaborately designed garments. He himself preferred to wear his robes, especially in public, he was comfortable in them and they represented who he was.



But he couldn’t fault her for her choice of clothing. It probably had to do with her being a muggle-born. She was wearing a pair of tan trousers, they fit snug around her curvy hips and hung loose and flowing down her legs. She wore a short sleeved white silk blouse that had a little tie around her waist, and a pair of brown high heeled sandals. He smiled every time he looked down and noticed her cute little feet with their lavender painted toenails along with the tiny gold band she wore on one toe.



Other than her wedding rings, that little toe ring was the only piece of jewelry she ever wore. Did she not have any more?



“Hermione?” Lucius stepped up close to her as she perused a likeness of Ceasar. “Why don’t you wear any jewelry?” He asked. It seemed odd to him that he would wear more than she. At the moment he wore a diamond encrusted watch, his own wedding band, the Malfoy seal on his right hand, a diamond lapel pin on his robes, and a flawless white diamond in his ear. Yet his bride wore only her wedding rings.



“No reason in particular. I wear it for evenings out and formal occasions, but I’m just not really in to flashy accessories. I wear what matters.” She smiled as she waggled her left hand at him. That pleased him oddly enough, that she felt the only adornment that was important was the one that marked her as his. Satisfied with her answer, he followed her through the remaining sections of the gallery.



Lucius had lost track of her for a moment when he was waylaid by another pureblood wizard who rudely began to question him about being seen in public with a mudblood bride. To his surprise and that of the other wizard, Lucius had stepped up and defended his wife and his marriage.



“Do not disparage what you have no knowledge of, and do not insult my wife, because to do so insults me.” Lucius had sneered at the oily little man before turning swiftly and heading off in search of his bride.



He found her standing in the back, her head tilted to the side as she stared at a large statue of a woman in a flowing gown with a tiny infant held in her arms as she smiled down with a soft smile on her lips.



He couldn’t look away in that moment. Her eyes were misted, her lips parted and turned up in just the hint of a smile. He could see the gentle throb of her pulse at the base of her throat, her upswept hair leaving it bare for his admiration.



“Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.



“Yes, it certainly is.” He said softly. Hermione turned her head and looked back over her shoulder at him, he was closer to her than she thought. And he wasn’t looking at the statue at all, he was looking at her.



“Lucius.” She said his name his name so softly. Her lips were parted slightly, and it was a temptation, an invitation, that he could not refuse. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, kissing his wife for the first time. He had intended it to be a simple, quick kiss, but her hand came up to slide along the side of his neck, and his came around her waist to rest against her stomach and press her back into him. His lips opened over hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth to dance with hers. He kissed her for several long moments, only pulling away when he heard the shocked gasps and giggles of a small family who had stumbled across them.



“I apologize, I shouldn’t have done that here.” He said roughly as he released his bride and led her from the gallery.



“Don’t say that, it was a beautiful moment Lucius.” Hermione took his arm and wrapped both of hers around it, pressing close to his side. She laid her head on his shoulder, smiling as the basked in the after glow of a first kiss. Lucius was somewhat discomfited by his wife’s easy displays of affection. He didn’t care for the tight, warm feeling it caused inside him. When it came to his emotions, Lucius was a man in complete control, usually. His young bride was unsettling him.



“How about we go to lunch?” He eased away from her light embrace, needing to put some distance between them. Hermione frowned slightly, but she was an intelligent woman, it was obvious that the impromptu kissing session had surprised Lucius as much as it had her.





When they exited the museum, Lucius put his arm around her and apparated them to the front door of The Garden. He led open the door for her and followed her inside.



“Mr. Malfoy!” The maitre d rushed from behind his podium and shoved his way through the people waiting. “Oh, welcome back sir!”



“Thank you, we would like a table please, in the gardens preferably.” Lucius said.



“Oh, of course Mr. Malfoy! If you and Ms…..” The man looked at Hermione and waited for her to supply her name.



“Madam Malfoy, this is my wife.” Lucius watched the man stumble slightly, and the corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. Everyone standing in the little waiting area turned to stare at them after his little announcement.



“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, I hadn’t heard that you had re-married, sir. Welcome, Madam, it is truly a pleasure to meet you.” He took Hermione’s hand and bowed over it, kissing the air just above her knuckles before straightening. “If you would follow me.”



Lucius had been right, despite not having a reservation, and despite the waiting area filled with people, his name was enough to get him a prime table as soon as he stepped through the doors. They were seated on the edge of a large and elaborate garden dining area, near a small pond with a fountain. The restaurant clearly catered to the wealthy. Everything in it was white, with the exception of the millions of flowering plants the filled pots and vases, and climbed the trellises and walls.





She allowed Lucius to order for her, figuring he probably knew the menu better than she. She was enthralled by the view as she sipped her wine and watched the swans glide through the water. She watched him from the corner of her eye as he placed their order, so confident, so exacting as he described exactly how he wanted his food prepared.



“This is beautiful Lucius.” She said as the waiter walked away. “Thank you, for taking me out today.”



“It is no hardship. I am glad you are enjoying the outing.” He smiled warmly at her as he snapped his napkin open and laid it in his lap. Their conversation moved fluidly through their lunch. They touched on his antics with Severus briefly, and Hermione was tickled by the soft flushing of his cheeks as she teased him. They discussed Draco and his reaction to their marriage. Seemed the little ferret found the whole thing hilarious and poked fun at Lucius the entire time he had been in Tuscany.



Lucius paid for the meal and decided he would treat his wife to a carriage ride in the park. He hired the driver and helped his bride into the black phaeton drawn by two silver horses.



“You know Lucius, you are an incredibly thoughtful date.” Hermione said as the carriage rolled along.



“A date? Would you call an outing with one’s spouse a date?” He asked.



“Sure, why shouldn’t a man date his wife?”



“The purpose of dating is to get to know someone, to establish a relationship that may ultimately lead to marriage. Once you’ve established the marriage, I don’t see how dating is a continued necessity.” He frowned slightly as he pondered the concept of dating your wife.



“To make your wife feel special. To romance her. You know a good date is tantamount to foreplay.” She said, a naughty smile on her lips.



“I beg your pardon?” Lucius turned towards her, his brows lifted curiously. “Are you asking me to romance you my dear?”



“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing? The museum, the restaurant and now this little jaunt through the park. It’s all terribly romantic.”



“So are you saying this is foreplay? Are you intending to seduce me Mrs. Malfoy?” He asked, leaning closer.



“I think maybe you are the one doing the seducing, Mr. Malfoy. What’s so sweet is that I don’t even think you realize you are doing it.” She said softly as she lifted her lips for his kiss. She could taste the brandy he had been drinking with his lunch. The soft, sandalwood scent that clung to him was intoxicating to her as he kissed her.



Lucius wasn’t quite sure how he came to be kissing his young wife again, but he wasn’t exactly upset about it. Her lips were soft and plump and he couldn’t resist nibbling at the lower one gently before sliding his tongue over it and into her mouth. She tasted so sweet, and her soft, innocent response affected him more than he would have thought. Lucius was not known for his gentle nature as a lover. His appetites ran towards more….aggressive, passionate play. But in that moment, the soft, wet slide of lips and tongue was more powerful than anything he had known previously.



He pulled back slightly, smiling when he felt the pressure of her hand at the back of his neck trying to draw him back to kiss her again.



“I really shouldn’t kiss you like that in public, I’ve done it twice now.” He whispered, pecking her lips softly with his.



“Then take me home, and kiss me in private.”