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The reception was set up in the ball room of Malfoy manor. Everything was absolutely beautiful. The buffet table was set off to one side and tables lined one side of the room, all covered with fine white cloths and Slytherin green linens, which nicely matched Hermione's white gown and Lucius's green robes. There were roughly three hundred guests in attendance, all of which were seated according to the cards set on the
tables.
"It's perfect, my darling, just like you wanted," Hermione whispered in Lucius's ear as the two of them took their seats at their private table with the wedding party. Harry and Ginny were seated next to Hermione, while Kingsley and his wife were on the other side of Lucius.
He leaned into her mouth as she spoke, and she gave him the kiss he was blatantly seeking on his ear, and then planted one on the side of his brow as well.
"I'm glad you think so, Hermione," he told her with a smile. "We'll have to cut the cake soon, I think."
"Mmm, let's get it over with already," she suggested with a playful twinkle in her eyes.
"Was there a particular reason you wanted to hurry things up, love?" he inquired with a suggestively raised brow. He couldn't keep the smile off his lips.
"There may very well be--my Lord," she teased him.
"Heard about that, did you?" he grumbled. "I wanted to tell you about that tomorrow."
Hermione giggled softly. "It won't matter tonight either way," she reassured him.
"I suppose not, but it's a lot for you to take in all at once," he said, covering her hand with his. "To become a wife and a Countess all at once--"
"Oh, my dear, women have been doing that for centuries," she reminded him.
"Yes, but I don't want it to distract you from--well, from other events we have planned for the evening."
"Hush, you silly man," she told him. "There is nothing, and no one, who could distract me from that tonight. As you have been telling me all along, I've got way too much anticipation built up to think of any other thing."
Lucius's hand caressed her knee under the table, but in the next moment they heard someone hitting their glass with a spoon. The two looked over at Harry Potter, and Hermione smiled warmly, though Lucius had no idea what the lad was up to.
"Everybody, I know that this is a Wizarding wedding, but one of the participants is also a Muggle, and in the Muggle world the best man usually says a little speech to congratulate the couple," Harry said as he raised up his glass. "Well, since there's no best man, I just felt a need to make a toast to the newlyweds instead, since I have the distinction of being Hermione's best friend. I wish you two all the happiness in the world. Congratulations."
"Thank you, my boy, thank you," Lucius said as he got to his feet and brought Hermione with him. "And since we're taking care of traditions, Hermione and I have decided we may as well cut the cake and start the dancing. I hope you have all enjoyed your dinner, and feel free to continue or dance, or whatever you like."
Lucius and Hermione went over to the table where the huge cake towered over everyone, and held the knife together as they each got a slice. Hermione giggled as he tried to feed her piece to her, but purposely touched it to her nose instead, getting frosting on her there. Hermione wickedly pushed his cake into his face then, and squealed as he started chasing her around the table. When he caught her and kissed her, he licked the frosting off her nose with a playful chuckle.
"Ah! Lucius, stop it!" she protested.
"Aren't you going to clean me up, too, woman?" he wanted to know as the guests laughed at their antics. Hermione blushed deeply, but she reached up with her mouth and nibbled the cake off of him anyway.
"Oh, aren't they sweet," cooed Willow as she watched them. "And you thought this was going to be boring, Kingsley. Shame on you."
"Hush, woman," he told her, embarrassed by her comment.
Lucius brought his bride with him as he signaled to the orchestra to strike up the first song. He led her onto the dance floor with a flourish, and the two of them moved together in perfect unison as everyone watched. Hermione's heart hammered in her chest at her husband's nearness, and it didn't help at all when the first dance ended and was followed by a waltz.
"Woman, you are driving me to distraction," he whispered in her ear as their bodies came together.
"Likewise, I'm sure," she said as she rested her cheek against his chest as he pulled her closer still. She could hear his heart pounding just as fast as hers, and she wanted nothing more than to snog him senseless right that minute.
When the second dance was over, Lucius led Hermione off the dance floor and would have snuck her into the drawing room for a quick kiss or two, but Kingsley intercepted them before he could accomplish the task.
"Damn!" he whispered under his breath, and Hermione stifled a giggle because she'd been quite certain of his intentions and knew he was disappointed.
"And here's the happy couple," said Kingsley with a smile.
"Ah, Minister," said Lucius with a placating smile. "I trust you are enjoying the party?"
"Of course, Lucius, you always have excellent parties," he said, smiling back. He took in the way the groom's arm was wrapped around his bride's waist, sliding down around her hip. He noticed their faces were both flushed, and their breathing was a bit heavier than it normally might have been just from dancing. "Well, I can see I must be interrupting something, so I'll just leave you two to it."
"Don't be silly, Minister," Hermione said, a bit too brightly. "Your company is welcome, as always."
"Oh no, my dear, it most certainly is not," he answered. "This is your wedding night, and the guests are all well occupied. I shouldn't think much of it if I didn't see you two the rest of the night."
Hermione blushed hotly, and Lucius could not quite hide the smirk that came to his lips.
"Kingsley, I think you've just become my new best friend," Lucius told him as he gave his shoulder a squeeze. "I'll see you at work next
week."
"No problem," the man answered. "Congratulations, you two."
"Thank you, Kingsley," Hermione told him, kissing his cheek as the two moved away.
Lucius brought Hermione into the drawing room and closed the door before anyone else tried to stop him, and as soon as he tested it to make sure it wouldn't open again he pushed Hermione right up against it. His kiss was ardent, and she pulled him against her, practically climbing up his body to reach his lips that much faster.
"Mione, my sweet little wife, I want you so much," he told her. "I'm afraid I may not be able to be as gentle as I would have liked after waiting so long. Can you forgive me?"
"Of course I can, Lucius," she whispered against his lips.
"Let's take this little party upstairs," he suggested ardently, and Apparated them straight to his bed. Hermione sat up with a smile so he could better reach the ties to her corset at the back of her gown. She was remembering how he'd told her she'd be beautiful when he took the gown off of her, and how very hot his words had made her. Now as he did just that, she was ten times hotter than she'd been that day. She almost couldn't breathe for wanting and needing and-anticipating.
"So beautiful!" he whispered when he'd taken off every stitch of her clothes and arranged her on the bed so he could gaze at her.
"Take your off, too," Hermione commanded as she put her hands behind her head and made a big show of watching.
Lucius chuckled as he pulled off his robes, and then the shirt and pants he wore under them. He was about to leave on his underwear, so as not to frighten the girl, but she shook her head in amusement and said, "Those, too."
With a wicked grin, Lucius slid his underwear down his thighs and off his legs in a slow, seductive manner that almost made Hermione swoon. Her eyes went to his swollen cock and she tried not to stare when she saw how big he was. Oh, this was going to hurt, she just knew it.
"Don't look so frightened, my darling," he said as he moved over her and planted kisses all down her neck. "I'm quite certain it's the pleasure you'll be screaming from before we're through."
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