A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
52,005
Reviews:
424
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Potion
The characters belong to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing them for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Thank you for all the new reviews. I love getting them. To answer 'moxie' the S&M is perhaps a bit more M than S. The spanking and male domination will appear in their own places in the story, I promise. 8-)
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Chapter Nine - Potion
Lucius apparated to his study and called down the Floo Network trying to raise Snape, then unwisely sat on the sofa. Crookshanks immediately jumped onto his lap and began kneading his robe, ruining it further. Lucius gave up on his ridiculed apparel and reluctantly petted the furball, waiting impatiently for an answer. After ten minutes, Snape stepped out of the fireplace and grumbled, “What is it, Lucius? I have a cauldron ready to boil and I need to get back.” Snape had a good customer in Malfoy and wanted to accommodate him if possible, but he was no one’s idea of subservient.
Lucius demanded, “I need more contraceptive potion. Several flasks. Say, ten to start. I need one tonight right away. I’ll pay double for that one. Can you bring one now?
Snape looked searchingly at his old schoolmate. “Got a little something on the side, Lucius? Did you find a way around the edict? If so, you could only have a pick of Muggleborns or Halfbloods and you said you’d - and I quote - “Cut off my own balls before I touch one of them”. So who is it? She must be someone absolutely ravishing to tempt you toward self-mutilation.” Snape waited irritatingly for an answer.
“Severus, it’s been twelve months of duty sex at thirty seconds a pop once a week. Even I am not up to that kind of torture. It’s been driving me mad. I have come to an agreement with my…,” Lucius sighed in embarrassment, “my... wife, for more sex, longer sex, and I hope much more adventurous sex – the sooner the better." Lucius wanted to get off the subject of caving in to sex with his Muggleborn wife, so he digressed, "You decided to marry a young Pureblood, although you weren’t obliged to marry like I was, and I know you aren’t bothering with the contraceptive potion. How is the lovely Mrs. Snape anyway?” Lucius put the cat down, trying vainly to brush the cat hairs off his now-ruined robe.
“If you’re asking if she’s pregnant yet, I don’t know. I suppose when she starts throwing up in the morning or her waist starts disappearing I’ll find out then. I’m not paying any attention to her other than the sex. She decided if she had to marry outside her Pureblood circle, she wanted the “cachet” of marriage to someone who is well acquainted with “Potter the Magnificent,” Snape sneered coldly, “but she failed to learn my true feelings about the little despot. I try never to set eyes on the Potter-Weasley machine if I can avoid it. So very unfortunate that my bride isn’t enjoying her side of the bargain. However, she is extraordinarily beautiful and her family is rich so I decided, why not? She’s Slytherin, if a rather stupid one. Unusual, that.” Snape gave a half-smile and taunted Lucius, “Unlike you, I have at least been enjoying the parts of my wife that I was interested in when I married her. In any case, the contraceptive potion tastes disgusting.” Crookshanks investigated Snape, but got a threatening scowl, so he retreated to Lucius’ desk, pretending he hadn’t seen the Potion Master’s rejection. Snape continued, “Fighting the Ministry the way you have chosen to do is an exercise in utter futility. You always were bullheaded about clinging to your outdated ideas.”
“Whereas you could always switch sides faster than a metronome. I need that potion immediately, Severus. Let’s annihilate each other’s beliefs another time.”
Snape shrugged and turned for the fireplace, “I’ll be back shortly with the flask. Nice robe, by the way.” Snape disappeared into the fireplace and reappeared in less than a minute. Lucius paid him and Snape disappeared again.
Lucius grimaced at the flask, but unstoppered it and drank the evil-tasting stuff down. He nearly gagged at the flavor. Maybe he should reassess his commitment to never fathering tainted Malfoys if the other option was slowly poisoning himself with that noxious elixir. He wasn’t the only one tainting his bloodline anyway. Draco already had impregnated his own Muggleborn wife. The younger generation had no restraint. Lucius was supremely irritated that he would be a grandfather so soon, not to mention that his first grandchild would be a Halfblood. He was sharply reminded that his Pureblood world had crumbled to pieces and his mood plummeted; suddenly he didn’t feel much like having sex. He apparated to his bedroom just minutes before Hermione appeared, leaving a disgruntled cat in possession of his study.
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Thank you for all the new reviews. I love getting them. To answer 'moxie' the S&M is perhaps a bit more M than S. The spanking and male domination will appear in their own places in the story, I promise. 8-)
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Chapter Nine - Potion
Lucius apparated to his study and called down the Floo Network trying to raise Snape, then unwisely sat on the sofa. Crookshanks immediately jumped onto his lap and began kneading his robe, ruining it further. Lucius gave up on his ridiculed apparel and reluctantly petted the furball, waiting impatiently for an answer. After ten minutes, Snape stepped out of the fireplace and grumbled, “What is it, Lucius? I have a cauldron ready to boil and I need to get back.” Snape had a good customer in Malfoy and wanted to accommodate him if possible, but he was no one’s idea of subservient.
Lucius demanded, “I need more contraceptive potion. Several flasks. Say, ten to start. I need one tonight right away. I’ll pay double for that one. Can you bring one now?
Snape looked searchingly at his old schoolmate. “Got a little something on the side, Lucius? Did you find a way around the edict? If so, you could only have a pick of Muggleborns or Halfbloods and you said you’d - and I quote - “Cut off my own balls before I touch one of them”. So who is it? She must be someone absolutely ravishing to tempt you toward self-mutilation.” Snape waited irritatingly for an answer.
“Severus, it’s been twelve months of duty sex at thirty seconds a pop once a week. Even I am not up to that kind of torture. It’s been driving me mad. I have come to an agreement with my…,” Lucius sighed in embarrassment, “my... wife, for more sex, longer sex, and I hope much more adventurous sex – the sooner the better." Lucius wanted to get off the subject of caving in to sex with his Muggleborn wife, so he digressed, "You decided to marry a young Pureblood, although you weren’t obliged to marry like I was, and I know you aren’t bothering with the contraceptive potion. How is the lovely Mrs. Snape anyway?” Lucius put the cat down, trying vainly to brush the cat hairs off his now-ruined robe.
“If you’re asking if she’s pregnant yet, I don’t know. I suppose when she starts throwing up in the morning or her waist starts disappearing I’ll find out then. I’m not paying any attention to her other than the sex. She decided if she had to marry outside her Pureblood circle, she wanted the “cachet” of marriage to someone who is well acquainted with “Potter the Magnificent,” Snape sneered coldly, “but she failed to learn my true feelings about the little despot. I try never to set eyes on the Potter-Weasley machine if I can avoid it. So very unfortunate that my bride isn’t enjoying her side of the bargain. However, she is extraordinarily beautiful and her family is rich so I decided, why not? She’s Slytherin, if a rather stupid one. Unusual, that.” Snape gave a half-smile and taunted Lucius, “Unlike you, I have at least been enjoying the parts of my wife that I was interested in when I married her. In any case, the contraceptive potion tastes disgusting.” Crookshanks investigated Snape, but got a threatening scowl, so he retreated to Lucius’ desk, pretending he hadn’t seen the Potion Master’s rejection. Snape continued, “Fighting the Ministry the way you have chosen to do is an exercise in utter futility. You always were bullheaded about clinging to your outdated ideas.”
“Whereas you could always switch sides faster than a metronome. I need that potion immediately, Severus. Let’s annihilate each other’s beliefs another time.”
Snape shrugged and turned for the fireplace, “I’ll be back shortly with the flask. Nice robe, by the way.” Snape disappeared into the fireplace and reappeared in less than a minute. Lucius paid him and Snape disappeared again.
Lucius grimaced at the flask, but unstoppered it and drank the evil-tasting stuff down. He nearly gagged at the flavor. Maybe he should reassess his commitment to never fathering tainted Malfoys if the other option was slowly poisoning himself with that noxious elixir. He wasn’t the only one tainting his bloodline anyway. Draco already had impregnated his own Muggleborn wife. The younger generation had no restraint. Lucius was supremely irritated that he would be a grandfather so soon, not to mention that his first grandchild would be a Halfblood. He was sharply reminded that his Pureblood world had crumbled to pieces and his mood plummeted; suddenly he didn’t feel much like having sex. He apparated to his bedroom just minutes before Hermione appeared, leaving a disgruntled cat in possession of his study.