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Two days before the wedding, Lucius took Hermione shopping in Diagon Alley. She felt like a kid in the candy store as they stopped at all manner of places, buying her new wardrobe and any manner of other things as well, including hygiene products and a brand new brush.
Hermione had not been too keen on the brush, until Lucius had whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, my darling, I'll be using it on you myself, just to make sure you enjoy the experience."
Now back in her room with all manner of things to put away, she had reason to make use of the closet and the chest of drawers that to date she had not bothered to explore. Mostly the room was empty except for a few things Lucius had thought his new bride would enjoy, and she was smiling wide by the time she opened the bottom drawer of the dresser.
Because she'd pulled a bit too hard, Hermione accidentally found a false bottom. Curious, she pulled up on the cover to see what she might find inside.
"Oh my," she gasped as she pulled out a beautiful green journal that was locked shut, and soon after found the key to it as well. Obviously Narcissa had not expected this compartment to be found, as it was right beside the place the book had been.
Curiosity got the better of her, and Hermione quickly fit the key into the lock. One of the best ways to find out about someone was to ask their friends, and if anyone would know much about Lucius Malfoy it would have to be his wife.
"I met my future husband today. He seems an amiable sort of man, as men go, though of course he could never replace Rita in my heart."
"Rita?" Hermione repeated, somewhat surprised. "I wonder if she means Rita Skeeter."
She scanned over more entries, but found very little commentary about her future husband. It seemed that Narcissa was wholly consumed with Rita, and rarely concerned herself with the man with whom she had spent most of her life married to. She did find an entry about the first time she had sex with him, but it was rather disappointing to read.
"Well, I'm married now, and of course Lucius did his duty and took my virtue. Oh my love, I do hope he gets an heir by me soon, for it felt like nothing so much as a betrayal, and a painful one at that. Though I do understand it only hurts the first time, still I could not possibly enjoy this sort of activity with any great regularity knowing how you pine for me. I only hope I will be able to see you soon."
"Hermione, what have you got there?" asked Lucius as he stepped into her room to see how she was doing putting things away. "Reading again? I might have known-"
"It's Narcissa's diary," she said, watching his face carefully to see what emotion this might invoke.
Lucius seemed slightly surprised, but then rather dismissive. With a casual laugh, he said, "You may keep it, if you wish. You seem to be enjoying it."
"Lucius, don't shut me out like that," she complained. "I hate it when you do that."
"I don't know what you mean," he said, trying to sound genuine in his lack of interest or concern.
Hermione got up and walked over to him, tossing the book down as she approached, and he looked almost alarmed by her sudden proximity for a brief moment. She pulled his face close to hers, and said quietly, "You know, it is okay to grieve the loss of someone you've spent the better part of your life with, even if it wasn't a person you were in love with. You two spent a lot of time together, and I would hope you at least were able to be friends in all that time."
Lucius felt a tear slide down his cheek, and he wiped it away resolutely, but then another followed, and another, and he let Hermione pull his face down onto her bosom so he could drench it with his sorrow. She thread her fingers through his hair and rubbed the top of his head, and drew him with her to lie on her bed. It seemed like hours that they just laid there, his head just under her chin, and her rubbing his back comfortingly.
"Hermione, I didn't hate her, though sometimes I wanted to, you know?" he said softly.
"Of course you didn't hate her," she answered. "It wasn't either of your faults your families are the way they are. I would blame society rather than each other."
He turned his head up to look into her face, gauging the sincerity of those words. "She gave me my son, and he was everything to me. I know the two of you hated each other, and I spoiled him abominably, but I do miss the lad terribly."
Hermione sighed and kissed his forehead. "We'll just have to make another baby to keep you busy. One that you don't spoil quite so much."
Lucius laughed, and it sounded hollow after all the tears he had shed. He kissed her then, a long, arduous kiss that left them both
breathless. His fingers found her nipple through her blouse and bra, and liquid heat spread through her body in response.
"Mmm, Lucius, I wish this damned wedding was done and over already," she told him. "I wish this was just some afternoon after it already, and
this could lead to a massive shagging session right this minute."
"Hmm, you still haven't learned how to savor anticipation very well, have you, my dear?" he teased her. "Only think how good it will feel when I'm deep inside you, my sweet little Hermione. I want you so much."
"I'm tired of anticipation, I want some action," she teased him, and bit his lower lip to emphasize her words.
Laughing again, Lucius bit her back, making her laugh right along with him. His hand slid down to rub the heated spot between her legs through the thickness of her jeans, and she was wholly annoyed that they were in the way of his ministrations.
"Oh!" she gasped when he unzipped her fly and slid the hand inside, finding the little nub of pleasure hidden there. She squirmed uncontrollably, and he laughed even harder.
"Hermione, I do believe I found a ticklish spot," he teased her. She grabbed his hand to make him stop, and he added, "I wonder if my tongue would tickle it as well."
Hermione groaned at the very thought, and the wicked man began to kiss his way down her torso in that general direction. Two minutes later, he'd only made it down to her belly button, and she writhed as he delved his tongue there instead.
"Wicked man!" she gasped, and his finger found her sweet spot again. Then he shifted his weight so he could slide her jeans down a bit, out of the way. Hermione held her breath waiting, and he settled his face down there with a satisfied sigh.
Lucius blew his hot breath on the sensitive flesh, and chuckled when she gave an exasperated groan in response. "Mmm, are you anticipating it, Mione? Do you want me to taste you?"
"Yes!" she hissed, grabbing the back of his head and guiding it down toward the apex under discussion. His tongue flicked out and took a small lick, and her hand tangled into his hair as she practically yelled his name. "Lucius! Oh, please taste it!"
He suckled on her clitoris then, and ran his tongue all along her sweet slit, pleased by the sheer amount of wetness he found there. "You taste heavenly, my dear," he said against her flesh, and then set to his task with more gusto. He had Hermione worked up so fast she was arching her hips up to him again and again as he continued the onslaught, more turned on by it himself than he'd ever thought he was capable of being.
"Come for me, sweetie!" he told her as her juices flowed out of her. He licked them all up, and slid his tongue into her tight hole, hoping for more.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, Lucius, please!" Hermione screamed. Then she came so hard she thought she was going to die. He kept darting his tongue in and out of her until she subsided, and then moved up and laid his cheek on her belly. He could feel her heart pounding, and its beat precisely matched his own as both slowed down, and the two finally drifted into a contented sleep.
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