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Ginny and an Invitation
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Updated 2-14-07 Valentine's Day!!
Thank you all for taking the time to write reviews for this story. Even when a story is complete, authors go back to see if they have new readers and especially new reviews. If you were thinking of a box of chocolates, I'd prefer your review (less calories and just as enjoyable.) 8-)
Ginny enters...
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Chapter Nine
Ginny and an Invitation
Hermione flooed Ginny asking if she wanted to go to lunch and got an affirmative. They decided to meet at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione left her whereabouts with the elves and got to the tavern first, snagging a table in the rear, with a bit more privacy. People wanted to come up and talk to her still, and she found their recognition sometimes wearying.
Ginny arrived and slid into a chair opposite Hermione, flushed and a bit disheveled. “I hope I’m not late. Have you ordered yet?”
“No, I just got here.” Hermione hid a smile. Ginny had obviously just come from someplace far more interesting than the Leaky Cauldron. She envied Ginny with all her heart, having a husband who loved her, and who wanted her at – Hermione checked the wall clock - high noon! Well, maybe if I get some sexy clothes and lingerie, Lucius will want to initiate more sex. Hermione was already stepping out of the submissive role without even recognizing it. Lucius had been entirely correct about his witch-wife. Hers was no submissive personality and clashes would be inevitable, no matter how earnest Hermione was about her acceptance of her ‘obedience’ in his bedroom.
Ginny blushed at Hermione’s amused stare, knowing she’d been doing just what Hermione thought she’d been doing. Severus had caught her only an hour before she was due to leave for the luncheon engagement, and she’d gotten completely distracted by his talented tongue, losing track of the time. Ah, but it was worth it, making Hermione wait a bit. And she hadn’t been so late after all. Lucky all the way around. “So what looks good today?” Ginny buried her flaming face in the menu.
“I’d say Severus was looking good and you didn’t resist him.” Hermione laughed at Ginny’s mock outrage as she looked up over the top of her menu.
Ginny put her menu down and laughed with her, “Guilty. What do you want? I’m a newlywed.” Ginny forgot that Hermione still basically qualified as a newlywed too. “I’m constantly amazed at some of the things Severus thinks of for our…umm… entertainment. I suspect Slytherins get their name from their snaky tongues.”
“Please,” Hermione laughed, “I know you’re enchanted with him, but I’d rather not think of you two doing…that. I’m just jealous, but I’m glad you’re happy.”
Ginny sighed with pleasure, “There is definitely something to be said for marriage to an older man. Well, you should know that. Lucius is Slytherin and older too. I’m sure you’re reaping the rewards of his tongue…” Ginny saw the sudden change of Hermione’s expression. “What? What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
Hermione had never told Ginny that her marriage to Lucius hadn’t been consummated in the normal manner. How could she now say what had happened to her? She’d been fucked within an inch of her life one night and spanked into submission the next? Hermione was at a loss for a moment, then inspiration struck. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just forgot to tell you. Lucius is amenable to us starting a family. I never expected him to allow any children who weren’t Pureblood into the Malfoy line. So I’m a little shell-shocked but happy.” Hermione caught the eye of the waitress, avoiding Ginny’s interested glance. The waitress came over, got the women’s orders and left.
“That’s wonderful, Hermione. I know you wanted children. So have you already been trying? Severus and I have discussed it, but we want to wait a little while so he just put a contraceptive charm on our bedroom. We want time to ourselves first. Oh! Not that you and Lucius don’t. Um, want to be alone together. I mean he’s just older than Severus. Uh, hmmm, that didn’t come out right.” Ginny huffed in defeat. “Do you have any idea what I’m on about?”
Hermione smiled, “No. It was a complete muddle from start to finish. But I’ll take it that you’re happy for us. How’s that?”
Ginny sighed in relief. “Yes, that’s perfect. I’m pretty sure that’s what I meant.
Their food came and the two women ate for a while, an amicable silence reigning at the table. Hermione turned over in her mind the realization that whatever arrangement for sex Lucius and she made between the two of them would need to stay their secret. There could be no girl talk. Besides, she had no stomach for letting Ginny in on any part of her personal promise to Lucius. And she certainly didn’t want to expose his upset about his feelings of helplessness, because it was no part of public knowledge that he hadn’t his previous wealth. Severus knew some of it, because she knew Lucius had told him. However, only Arthur knew of the entire loveless deal with Hermione and Lucius. The rest of the Ministry Council had thought Hermione had stepped forward for love. Certainly Ginny was unaware of the circumstances of the Malfoy marriage. Hermione’s web was tangled beyond help. She just had to maintain silence on it all and try to school her facial expressions better in future.
At the end of the meal, Ginny reached over and put her hand over Hermione’s, looking her straight in the eye, “I’m your friend, Hermione. I can always be counted on to listen and keep secrets. You were my support when Harry died, before Severus entered the picture. I’ll never forget your help when I needed you. I know you’re in a very high profile position right now and your responsibilities must be heavy, especially being the wife of such a very rich, notorious man. Just remember you have me if you need me. I do wish you and Lucius well with starting a family. Think of me when deciding on a godmother, won’t you?” Ginny patted her hand and rose. “Shall we do this again next week?”
Hermione blinked back the tears standing in her eyes. “Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you Ginny.” Hermione knew she was in her mess all alone, but it was still nice to know she had such a good friend.
The two women took their leave and apparated away to their own homes.
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When Hermione got home an elf told her that Lucius wanted her to come to his study. She whisked to his door and knocked.
Lucius opened the door to her and beckoned her inside. “Sit please,” Lucius invited. He sat beside her on the sofa. “Did you have a nice lunch with Ginny?”
Hermione tried to tell from Lucius’ face what he wanted with her, but his expression was completely closed. “I had a nice lunch, yes.” She sat back and waited.
“I want you to come to my bedroom this evening after dinner. Please come at nine o’clock and wear a robe but nothing else.” Lucius sat still as a statue watching his wife for her reaction.
Hermione had been hoping to be asked back to his bedroom all day. She hadn’t enjoyed the spanking but hoped her next time with him would be different. “Of course, Lucius. I’m looking forward to it.” She smiled at him, but got the curious reaction from him that he was resigned more than excited. Odd. Very odd. It was he who had made the request, after all. Was she so lacking in sex appeal that he was only having sex with her because she really was his only knothole? “You don’t seem very interested, Lucius. I guess I’m probably way down into the single digits on your scale of desirable partners. Shall I dye my hair blonde or get a tattoo to match yours to make myself more appealing?” Her voice had edged into a slight sarcasm that she couldn’t seem to muffle.
Her sardonic offer lifted Lucius’ spirits some. It tickled him that she thought she was the one being used for sex, when he had been dourly figuring that role for himself. “It’s not that I’m not interested, Hermione. I’m just setting up a session for us ahead of time, because I know I want it with you. But right now, I’m in the middle of an investment deal and my mind is occupied mostly with that. I didn’t mean to give you the impression I didn’t want you. That isn’t true at all, but please let me prove that tonight. Wear your red robe again.”
Lucius then gently teased her, “And it’s nice of you to offer, but you don’t have to bother getting a matching tattoo. Apparently my tattoo is starting to fade by itself, now that Voldemort is dead. So if you got one, you’d be the only one wearing it.” Then Lucius completely vexed his wife by adding, “Let me think about the blonde hair.” Lucius got up from the sofa in unholy glee and led an irritated Hermione back to the door. Holding it open, he said, “Until dinner. And thank you for coming so promptly when the elf let you know I wanted you.”
Lucius shepherded Hermione out into the hall and retreated into his study, half closing the door, but suddenly he opened it up again and leaned his head out in the hall. “Oh, and wear those black stiletto sandals with the rhinestones across the top, too.” Lucius shut the door of his study, leaving Hermione in the hall with her mouth open.
“What on earth…?” Hermione was speaking to herself, totally at sea about Lucius’ choice of wardrobe for the evening. She was to wear her red robe and her four-inch stilettos? Those ‘fuck me’ heels had been more pricey than a solid gold crystal ball and the decorations were not rhinestones, thank you very much. But they were hell on her feet after half an hour. She hoped they were going to earn their wicked reputation and she wouldn’t be wearing them that long. Hermione walked the full distance along the hallways to her bedroom lost in thought, trying to figure out what Lucius had in store for her, and glumly imagining herself as a bushy-haired blonde.
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So, a peek into Ginny and Snape's bedroom. More to follow later, much, much more.
And lemons coming up for our hero and heroine. Stay tuned...
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Your reviews connect me to you, so I can understand how my plot lines are interpreted by my readers. Reviews can also be powerful enough to sway the course of my story, so I am always fascinated by your replies. Please review and let me know your thoughts. Thanks!
Updated 2-14-07 Valentine's Day!!
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Ginny enters...
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Chapter Nine
Ginny and an Invitation
Hermione flooed Ginny asking if she wanted to go to lunch and got an affirmative. They decided to meet at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione left her whereabouts with the elves and got to the tavern first, snagging a table in the rear, with a bit more privacy. People wanted to come up and talk to her still, and she found their recognition sometimes wearying.
Ginny arrived and slid into a chair opposite Hermione, flushed and a bit disheveled. “I hope I’m not late. Have you ordered yet?”
“No, I just got here.” Hermione hid a smile. Ginny had obviously just come from someplace far more interesting than the Leaky Cauldron. She envied Ginny with all her heart, having a husband who loved her, and who wanted her at – Hermione checked the wall clock - high noon! Well, maybe if I get some sexy clothes and lingerie, Lucius will want to initiate more sex. Hermione was already stepping out of the submissive role without even recognizing it. Lucius had been entirely correct about his witch-wife. Hers was no submissive personality and clashes would be inevitable, no matter how earnest Hermione was about her acceptance of her ‘obedience’ in his bedroom.
Ginny blushed at Hermione’s amused stare, knowing she’d been doing just what Hermione thought she’d been doing. Severus had caught her only an hour before she was due to leave for the luncheon engagement, and she’d gotten completely distracted by his talented tongue, losing track of the time. Ah, but it was worth it, making Hermione wait a bit. And she hadn’t been so late after all. Lucky all the way around. “So what looks good today?” Ginny buried her flaming face in the menu.
“I’d say Severus was looking good and you didn’t resist him.” Hermione laughed at Ginny’s mock outrage as she looked up over the top of her menu.
Ginny put her menu down and laughed with her, “Guilty. What do you want? I’m a newlywed.” Ginny forgot that Hermione still basically qualified as a newlywed too. “I’m constantly amazed at some of the things Severus thinks of for our…umm… entertainment. I suspect Slytherins get their name from their snaky tongues.”
“Please,” Hermione laughed, “I know you’re enchanted with him, but I’d rather not think of you two doing…that. I’m just jealous, but I’m glad you’re happy.”
Ginny sighed with pleasure, “There is definitely something to be said for marriage to an older man. Well, you should know that. Lucius is Slytherin and older too. I’m sure you’re reaping the rewards of his tongue…” Ginny saw the sudden change of Hermione’s expression. “What? What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
Hermione had never told Ginny that her marriage to Lucius hadn’t been consummated in the normal manner. How could she now say what had happened to her? She’d been fucked within an inch of her life one night and spanked into submission the next? Hermione was at a loss for a moment, then inspiration struck. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just forgot to tell you. Lucius is amenable to us starting a family. I never expected him to allow any children who weren’t Pureblood into the Malfoy line. So I’m a little shell-shocked but happy.” Hermione caught the eye of the waitress, avoiding Ginny’s interested glance. The waitress came over, got the women’s orders and left.
“That’s wonderful, Hermione. I know you wanted children. So have you already been trying? Severus and I have discussed it, but we want to wait a little while so he just put a contraceptive charm on our bedroom. We want time to ourselves first. Oh! Not that you and Lucius don’t. Um, want to be alone together. I mean he’s just older than Severus. Uh, hmmm, that didn’t come out right.” Ginny huffed in defeat. “Do you have any idea what I’m on about?”
Hermione smiled, “No. It was a complete muddle from start to finish. But I’ll take it that you’re happy for us. How’s that?”
Ginny sighed in relief. “Yes, that’s perfect. I’m pretty sure that’s what I meant.
Their food came and the two women ate for a while, an amicable silence reigning at the table. Hermione turned over in her mind the realization that whatever arrangement for sex Lucius and she made between the two of them would need to stay their secret. There could be no girl talk. Besides, she had no stomach for letting Ginny in on any part of her personal promise to Lucius. And she certainly didn’t want to expose his upset about his feelings of helplessness, because it was no part of public knowledge that he hadn’t his previous wealth. Severus knew some of it, because she knew Lucius had told him. However, only Arthur knew of the entire loveless deal with Hermione and Lucius. The rest of the Ministry Council had thought Hermione had stepped forward for love. Certainly Ginny was unaware of the circumstances of the Malfoy marriage. Hermione’s web was tangled beyond help. She just had to maintain silence on it all and try to school her facial expressions better in future.
At the end of the meal, Ginny reached over and put her hand over Hermione’s, looking her straight in the eye, “I’m your friend, Hermione. I can always be counted on to listen and keep secrets. You were my support when Harry died, before Severus entered the picture. I’ll never forget your help when I needed you. I know you’re in a very high profile position right now and your responsibilities must be heavy, especially being the wife of such a very rich, notorious man. Just remember you have me if you need me. I do wish you and Lucius well with starting a family. Think of me when deciding on a godmother, won’t you?” Ginny patted her hand and rose. “Shall we do this again next week?”
Hermione blinked back the tears standing in her eyes. “Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you Ginny.” Hermione knew she was in her mess all alone, but it was still nice to know she had such a good friend.
The two women took their leave and apparated away to their own homes.
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When Hermione got home an elf told her that Lucius wanted her to come to his study. She whisked to his door and knocked.
Lucius opened the door to her and beckoned her inside. “Sit please,” Lucius invited. He sat beside her on the sofa. “Did you have a nice lunch with Ginny?”
Hermione tried to tell from Lucius’ face what he wanted with her, but his expression was completely closed. “I had a nice lunch, yes.” She sat back and waited.
“I want you to come to my bedroom this evening after dinner. Please come at nine o’clock and wear a robe but nothing else.” Lucius sat still as a statue watching his wife for her reaction.
Hermione had been hoping to be asked back to his bedroom all day. She hadn’t enjoyed the spanking but hoped her next time with him would be different. “Of course, Lucius. I’m looking forward to it.” She smiled at him, but got the curious reaction from him that he was resigned more than excited. Odd. Very odd. It was he who had made the request, after all. Was she so lacking in sex appeal that he was only having sex with her because she really was his only knothole? “You don’t seem very interested, Lucius. I guess I’m probably way down into the single digits on your scale of desirable partners. Shall I dye my hair blonde or get a tattoo to match yours to make myself more appealing?” Her voice had edged into a slight sarcasm that she couldn’t seem to muffle.
Her sardonic offer lifted Lucius’ spirits some. It tickled him that she thought she was the one being used for sex, when he had been dourly figuring that role for himself. “It’s not that I’m not interested, Hermione. I’m just setting up a session for us ahead of time, because I know I want it with you. But right now, I’m in the middle of an investment deal and my mind is occupied mostly with that. I didn’t mean to give you the impression I didn’t want you. That isn’t true at all, but please let me prove that tonight. Wear your red robe again.”
Lucius then gently teased her, “And it’s nice of you to offer, but you don’t have to bother getting a matching tattoo. Apparently my tattoo is starting to fade by itself, now that Voldemort is dead. So if you got one, you’d be the only one wearing it.” Then Lucius completely vexed his wife by adding, “Let me think about the blonde hair.” Lucius got up from the sofa in unholy glee and led an irritated Hermione back to the door. Holding it open, he said, “Until dinner. And thank you for coming so promptly when the elf let you know I wanted you.”
Lucius shepherded Hermione out into the hall and retreated into his study, half closing the door, but suddenly he opened it up again and leaned his head out in the hall. “Oh, and wear those black stiletto sandals with the rhinestones across the top, too.” Lucius shut the door of his study, leaving Hermione in the hall with her mouth open.
“What on earth…?” Hermione was speaking to herself, totally at sea about Lucius’ choice of wardrobe for the evening. She was to wear her red robe and her four-inch stilettos? Those ‘fuck me’ heels had been more pricey than a solid gold crystal ball and the decorations were not rhinestones, thank you very much. But they were hell on her feet after half an hour. She hoped they were going to earn their wicked reputation and she wouldn’t be wearing them that long. Hermione walked the full distance along the hallways to her bedroom lost in thought, trying to figure out what Lucius had in store for her, and glumly imagining herself as a bushy-haired blonde.
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So, a peek into Ginny and Snape's bedroom. More to follow later, much, much more.
And lemons coming up for our hero and heroine. Stay tuned...
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Your reviews connect me to you, so I can understand how my plot lines are interpreted by my readers. Reviews can also be powerful enough to sway the course of my story, so I am always fascinated by your replies. Please review and let me know your thoughts. Thanks!