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"Harry? What's that in your hand? I thought I just saw an owl come in a moment ago," said Ginny as she stepped in from the kitchen, still wiping her hands on a towel.
"It's a wedding invitation," he said speculatively as he turned it around in his hands again and again. "Lucius and Hermione."
"Really?" Ginny asked curiously. "When's the big day?"
"June 1st," he answered, still twiddling with the card.
"So soon?" Ginny gasped. "How can she possibly be ready in time? I wonder if she needs any help."
"I believe Lucius has taken care of everything," Harry told her, finally looking away from the card and up at her. "Good thing Hermione isn't a girly girl, or she'd be feeling a little left out right about now."
Ginny snorted. "Don't you know anything about women, Harry?" she demanded. "Of course she's feeling left out. Every girl wants to have a say in her own wedding. So don't you go getting any big ideas about handling ours--"
Harry chuckled and pulled Ginny closer to him, which conveniently placed her midriff near his mouth. He took advantage of this fact by kissing it as he replied, "Oh, no you don't. We're planning our wedding together."
"Good answer," she told him as she purposely fell into his lap and gave him a kiss. Harry tossed the invitation onto a nearby table. He'd just found something much more interesting to occupy his evening with.
"Oh, it's perfect!" Hermione gasped as she admired herself in the full-length mirror that Liza had pulled from her bag while she'd been slipping the gown on. Now she stood still while Liza pulled her corset strings a bit tighter, and then she turned about to admire herself.
"Now all we have to do is come up with a style for that unruly mop you call a head of hair," said the hair stylist, Tanetha, who had come along today as well.
"Well, that ought to take up the last of our four days," Hermione scoffed, cringing as the floating hairbrush attacked her hair with a relish, uncaring of the snarls it encountered.
"You're going to be beautiful, Mistress," Liza told her. "But now, let's get you out of that dress before the Master sees you in it. Honestly, I think he pops in early just so he can catch a glimpse of you in your underclothes."
"Yeah, really," Hermione agreed with a chuckle. "I wondered about that myself."
The three women laughed while Hermione took off the gown and Liza stuffed it into her bag out of sight. Sure enough, Hermione didn't even have her jeans pulled on before Lucius popped in.
"How is everything coming along in here, ladies?" he inquired, frowning only very slightly at Hermione's pants as she fastened them. Her eyes met his in a playful challenge, and he mouthed the word "pity" just for her.
Hermione's belly did a little flip as she went to put on her shirt as well, and Lucius watched her with a small smile the whole time. When she'd finished, the hairbrush floated over to her again. With a grimace, she tried to avoid the thing, making everyone laugh.
"Now, my dear," Lucius chided her. "You know you hair is woefully unkempt on the best of days. Perhaps you should give that brush a chance."
"I would, if it would give me one," she grumbled, but stood still anyway.
Lucius came and snatched the forceful brush out of the air and proceeded to brush himself. He was much more gentle in his ministrations, and somehow Hermione found herself leaning back against him. She could feel his hot breath grazing the back of her neck as he moved the length to the side, then she jumped when he gave her a playful kiss there.
"Lucius!" she complained, eyeing the two women meaningfully.
"Oh, are you still here?" he inquired in his drollest tone. "Well, ladies, I'm sure you must have plenty of work to do, what with the wedding being just four days away. Isn't there somewhere else you need to be?"
"I'll come back tomorrow, Mistress," Tanetha said wryly, and Apparated away with a pop.
"I'll just be gathering up my things, sir," Liza commented, and with a wave of her wand she directed everything back into her bag.
Lucius did not wait for her to leave before he started nibbling Hermione's neck again. She sucked in her breath when he pressed the rest of his body against her back. Obviously, he had been thinking about doing so for some time now, if the erection he had was any indicator.
"Four days, Lucius," she reminded him teasingly.
"Four bloody damn days," he repeated as his hands slid down her arms, then slowly snuck up to each cup one of Hermione's breasts. She tilted her head backwards and pulled his mouth down to hers, opening it invitingly. Lucius was more than willing to partake.
Then he turned her around and melded her smaller frame to his own, grabbing onto her pert behind so he could better grind their pelvises together. Hermione moaned into his mouth, and he pushed her up against the nearest wall.
The two of them vaguely heard the popping sound of Liza's Apparation, but neither one particularly cared. If anything, Lucius simply became even more arduous than he already was.
"Mmm, Mione, just four days until you're mine," he whispered against her lips. "Do you know what I want to do with you in our marriage bed, Mione? Do you know how good I want to make you feel?"
Hermione didn't answer with words. Instead, she slid a hand down his chest and belly, right to his bulging desire, and began to stroke
lightly. She giggled when he caught ahold of her hand and brought it up to his lips.
"Vixen," he accused her. "You're trying to make me lose my resolve."
"There's only so much anticipation a girl can take," she growled, biting his lower lip roughly as she looked into his eyes. Her own were as dark as midnight on a moonless night, she was sure, and her whole body was on fire with need. She wanted him so much it literally hurt.
Lucius stopped trying to prevent her from touching him, and as she continued to caress she felt a surge of delight when he moaned into her mouth and began to tremble. She rather liked having a little bit of power over him, it made her want him even more.
Hermione wasn't exactly sure when he had guided them over to the settee, but suddenly found herself lying there. Lucius had pulled her shirt up to her neck so he could have better access to what lie beneath. Now he was pushing her bra up as well, and Hermione gasped as he flayed her nipple with a questing tongue.
He suckled the nipple more fully into his mouth while his fingers found the other one, giving it attention as well. Hermione began to writhe beneath him, which was not lost on the lower half of his body as he straddled one of her thighs. He moved over a bit so she could rub her thigh against his throbbing need.
"Lucius, why are we driving each other so crazy over this?" she breathed as she threaded her fingers into his long, silky tresses. "Why do you want to wait?"
"I want everything to be perfect," he said as he rested his chin between her breasts so he could look up into her eyes. "You deserve it after all the hell I put you through over the years."
Hermione sighed deeply, not sure how to answer that. He wanted to torture her for four more days to make up for all his former torture? Sure, that made a lot of sense. But the fact was, she found it sweet that he wanted to do that for her. It made her feel valued, maybe even loved.
Loved? She looked down into the man's sparkling grey eyes and wondered if he would ever love her. Sure, she knew he lusted after her and apparently had for quite a while, but that wasn't the same thing. She was afraid of where her thoughts were going with this, afraid to wonder if she, too, would ever love him. Afraid to search her heart and find out that the love was already there.
"What are you thinking about?" Lucius asked her as he sat up beside her on the settee. He pulled her legs into his lap, and gave her a smile of encouragement, hoping she would share.
"Nothing in particular," she lied. "Just about how I never used to see a sparkle in your eyes."
"They had very little to sparkle over," he admitted, not shying away in spite of his blush. "But I do not think you're telling me the whole truth."
Hermione's cheeks flamed, but she did not answer.
"You know, my dear, I have a little spell I created several years back that I have often found quite useful for trying to get information," he said as he pulled his wand out of his walking stick and sliding it through his fingers , up and down, in a maddeningly slow mimicking of something much more fun. "This isn't an interrogation, of course, but it still might come in handy if I showed it to you now."
Hermione straightened up and began to swing her legs off the sofa, but he caught them up again, and twirled his wand about over top of her. "
"Orgasma!" he whispered as he touched the tip of the wand to her belly, and she was about to laugh when she realized he wasn't kidding.
As her body began to grow warm, Lucius explained, "This spell can be manipulated, from just the light flutterings you're feeling now, all the way up to a mind-blowing, never-ending torture.
"What-what are you doing?" she gasped, feeling herself begin to come.
"Just giving you a little taste," he teased, then put his hand between her legs. "Oh, that's nice and hot. So, are you going to tell me?"
"I already did," she said, her body's distress making her voice a bit higher than usual.
"You're sure?" he chuckled. "You don't want me to take this up another level or two first?"
"I--I prefer to do things the old-fashioned way," she managed to gasp out.
Lucius grinned as he ended the spell, and gathered Hermione up into his arms.
"So do I," he answered as he brought his lips to hers.
Corgan had to come remind them that dinner was ready, or they may very well have stayed in the parlor all night.
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