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The ballroom had, of course, been magically cleaned after the last of the guests had departed the night before. Hermione sighed as she scanned the room looking for the flowers she'd been holding the day before, but she did not see them anywhere.
"Millie?" she called after a while.
"Yes, my Lady?" said the little elf as she popped into view.
"Have you seen my bouquet? I wanted to press some of the flowers, but I can't find it anywhere," said Hermione worriedly.
"Of course Millie has it, Mistress," she said with a chuckle. "I wanted to make sure it would be safe, in case you did not have time to tend to it anytime soon. I'm surprised the Master let you out of bed this morning."
"He thinks I went to the bathroom," she explained.
"No, he does not," said Lucius from behind her as he circled her in his arms. "You women and your silly flowers. I'm sure they can wait till later, my dear. Well, except the one I already plucked last night."
"Lucius!" she gasped, her face going bright red.
"Millie is glad to see the Master is happy," she excused him with a smile. "Go on back to bed, my Lady, I will fix your flowers for you. It will be an honor to do it for the woman who has made Master smile."
"Thank you, Millie," she answered, though with difficulty past her new husband's lips.
Lucius Apparated them right back into his bed and continued his kisses as Hermione giggled.
"What's so funny, my love?" he wanted to know.
"You are," she said. "Millie is right. You never smile."
"Maybe not, but I'm sure I will smile every day from now on," he said with a suggestive raising of one eyebrow. Then he nibbled on her lower lip until her giggles turned to sighs, and she pulled him more tightly against her.
"How did I never see it in the past?" she asked as she gazed at him.
"What's that?" he inquired.
"How beautiful your eyes really are," she mentioned as she kissed each one in turn. Lucius smiled as he closed them for her.
"You were probably too busy looking at my very fine arse," he teased her.
"I would never!" she protested. "Yeah right, we're in the middle of a battle, lobbing spells at one another, and I suddenly would stop just to admire your arse?"
Lucius chuckled. "Why not? I was certainly admiring yours."
"Oh!" Hermione gasped, and whacked him in the head with one of his feather pillows.
"Oh, so it's to be another battle, is it?" he laughed as he took up the other one. "I fear I should tell you that the lads in Slytherin house are very good at pillow fighting. We even had tournaments of a sort, and I always came out on top."
"I'd like it if you were on top," Hermione said with a grin.
"Oh, you would, would you?" he asked as he rolled onto her and kissed her soundly.
Hermione moaned into his mouth, and the pillows were forgotten for the time being. Lucius slid a hand down her nightgown and played with the laces at her neck. When the front fell open he slid the hand inside and found one pert nipple to play with. Opening the garment like a present, he nosed his way inside so he could suckle instead, and Hermione threaded her fingers into his hair.
"Damn, this thing is randy," he mentioned as he rubbed his erection against her still-clothed womanhood.
"Mmm, maybe I should get rid of this nightgown altogether, then," Hermione suggested. In a flash, Lucius waved his hand and the thing disappeared. Hermione gave him an impressed look, and he chuckled in his turn. "That's nice, my dear, but you didn't get rid of your own
pajamas."
"That's because I was hoping you would take them off for me," he mentioned.
Hermione bit her lower lip at the thought of undressing this man. The very idea made her so hot her hands shook as she grasped the elastic waistband and started tugging downward. She shivered deliciously as she gazed at his monstrous part. Now that she knew how well it fit, she was aching to have it inside her again.
"That look on your face is decidedly different than it was earlier," Lucius teased her.
Hermione blushed, but Lucius didn't want her to look away from him, so he tilted her face up to his for a hot, wet kiss she felt all the way to her toes.
"Do you like it when I touch you, Hermione?" he asked her in a velvety soft voice as his lips grazed hers. His hands slid down her shoulders and arms, and came up to caress her breasts as he spoke, and she sucked in her breath. "Say yes into my mouth, my darling."
"Yes!" she breathed into his mouth, and Lucius groaned at the feel of it. His tongue plunged into her hot mouth to explore, and Hermione's tongue met it with breathless need. "Yes!" she said again, and she could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest. He must really like that, she thought, cataloguing the knowledge away for later use.
"Would you do that with your mouth anywhere else, my dear?" he inquired hopefully.
Hermione chuckled wickedly as her eyes met his, and then she pushed him over and into the mattress so that he was on his back. Then, as slowly as she possibly could, she began to kiss down his body, stopping to suck each flat nipple until its small nub peaked, down to play with his belly button for a while, and finally to his rock-hard cock.
Hermione took him into her mouth like she had been starved for a lifetime and this was her first real meal. Remembering all the things the nymph had done to her randy wizard, she did her best to emulate them, with excellent results. Lucius moaned so much the windows shook, and his hands clutched at the back of her hand frantically, fingers twining in and out of her hair.
"Sweetheart, if you don't want to find out what it tastes like, you should stop now," he rasped on a shaky breath. But Hermione, rather than stopping, began to suck instead. Lucius yelled in surprise, and came so hard into her mouth that it shot out her lips and down her chin.
Looking quite satisfied with herself, Hermione swallowed hard as she gazed up into his hooded eyes. "Oh, sweet Salazar!" Lucius groaned as he watched her. "Come up here, you little vixen."
Hermione wiped her face and came up to him. He kissed her and kissed her until her lips were swollen and her breathing was hard, and then he rolled her onto her back and entered her in one smooth movement. She was surprised when she began to come almost immediately, and her husband pounded hard into her, making it much more intense.
The two of them fell back to sleep almost immediately after, twined in each other's arms. It was well into the afternoon before they stirred again, and Hermione's stomach growled so loudly he couldn't possibly have missed it.
"Millie!" Lucius called out as he pulled a blanket over them.
"Yes, Master?" said the little elf as she popped into view.
"We need something to eat," he said with a grin. "I think we've worked off our dinner quite nicely."
"Yes, Master," she answered with a slight blush, and went to get their meal.
"You're so terrible," Hermione told him, but then the elf returned with a tray and set it down, so she waited to finish her thought until she had gone. "You know full well she figured out exactly what we were working on."
Lucius chuckled. "You'll be lucky if we cease working and get out of this bed anytime this week," he informed her.
"Oh my, I think I've married a slave driver after all," Hermione teased. She was quite certain Lucius would have put his plan into action with no problem at all if they hadn't heard an owl tapping on their window.
"Let me get that," he said, and used magic to open the window. An unfamiliar owl flew in and dropped a letter beside him. Lucius picked it up, read it, and scowled deeply not even halfway through. When he had finished, he cast a spell to cause it to go up in flames.
"What was that?" Hermione wanted to know.
"Nothing of any importance, my love," he said. "However, it does look like our bedtime activities may have to be moved to another location. Since I am the new Earl of Gilmorand, it appears my people wish for me to make an appearance in Scotland."
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