A/N: This was written for the Elm and Vine Heartstrings fest! It started as a one-shot and then someone who shall be named later... put a plunny in my head I couldn't get out. Hence the three-shot. The first chapter follows the prompt and things devolve in the second and third, which may take me out of the running for the fest. Whoops. Anyway, I had a prompt to follow, which was:
Lucius Malfoy was the last person Hermione Granger would have chosen for a husband. Pity she wasn't given a choice.
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Lucius Malfoy drummed his fingers together, the smirk on his face was downright devilish. He'd just won the perfect political game. All he had to do now was wait for his wishes to come to fruition.
"The Marriage Law Act of 2001 has now been passed. Gentleman, you are free to petition for the Muggleborn of your choice," the Minister for Magic's voice boomed out in the large Wizengamot chamber.
Lucius' petition was ready to go, sitting on the Minister's desk, and it would be signed and sent off momentarily. He wished he could be there when she opened it. He wanted to see what her face would look like when she realized that she was going to be married to him. He hoped for some sort of buried excitement, he was a Malfoy after all. But, he was fully prepared to have to win her to his side. He smirked as he swept out of the chamber. In a few short weeks, Lucius would have everything he'd been planning for since the war had ended and his wife and son had died.
The Marriage Law Act wasn't just about keeping and consolidating power in the old pure-blood families. It was also about repopulating the wizarding world. Lucius wasn't the only last scion of a pure-blood family. There were many in his position. Men, like himself, who had followed the Dark Lord and lost their sons for their trouble. Lucius grimaced and shook himself free of his morbid thoughts. It wouldn't matter, as soon he'd have exactly what he wanted: the perfect witch, pregnant with his child. If he was lucky, he'd have an entire brood within a few years.
Hermione Granger dropped her steaming mug of coffee in shock. It shattered on the tile floor at her feet, and the hot beverage splashed on her bare legs. She couldn't speak for the amount of shock flowing through her body. Her hand trembled as she held the letter sent to her by Ministry owl. There hadn't even been an article in the Daily Prophet. She'd been scouring that paper, knowing what was coming. And yet, here it was. Her orders from the Ministry.
Dear Miss Hermione Jean Granger,
It is my great joy to inform you of your upcoming nuptials to one Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. They will take place in two weeks, on Friday, August 31, at 2:00 P.M. Please do not be late. The Ministry has arranged everything. You only need to bring yourself and your wand.
Please see the attached sheet for the full rules, regulations, and amendments in association with the Marriage Law Act of 2001.
Yours,
Adrienne Tinkerblotte
Undersecretary for the newly formed Department of Matrimony
Hermione wanted to vomit. Lucius Malfoy? She was expected to marry Lucius Malfoy in two weeks? It was horrific. It was barbaric. She hurriedly turned to the second sheet of paper.
Marriage Law Act of 2001
All Muggleborn witches and wizards are to be married to a pure-blood within six months of the passage of the law. Pure-bloods are privileged to choose their intended. This has been enacted to protect the Muggleborns in our community post the terrible blood wars we are still recovering from. There are those who would not see our society recover in this way, and we, the Ministry and upstanding citizens, must stand in solidarity against those who would tear down our community.
There will be required weekly consummation of the marriages, as put forth by Amendment I of the Marriage Law Act of 2001. A Ministry employee will be assigned to each couple to ensure the consummation requirement is being met.
At the time of the marriage, a chamber will be set aside in the Ministry for immediate congregation for each couple. The Ministry will provide everything necessary for each nuptial ceremony, including binding vows, vestments, witnesses, and officiants. Intendeds need provide nothing but themselves and their wands. Consent is not required.
Failure to comply with this act will result in your wand being snapped, your memory of the wizarding world being Obliviated, and then being cast out into the Muggle world with nothing but the clothes on your back.
Please remember the point of this act is to help repopulate our war-ravaged world. Everyone should comply for our society and the posterity of wizarding Britain.
Sincerely,
Dolores Jane Umbridge
Secretary for the newly formed Department of Matrimony
Hermione felt faint and sat abruptly on the floor, in the middle of her spilled, hot coffee. It had cooled, somewhat, at this point. Not only was she going to have to marry Lucius Malfoy, but weekly consummation? In front of a Ministry employee? It was barbaric and twisted and... She reread the second sheet. It was exactly something Dolores Umbridge would come up with. Hermione thought hard. Did she have enough political capital to fight this thing? She didn't think so. Harry had died, directly after Voldemort. The Weasleys and she were not on that great of terms, ever since Ron had abandoned she and Harry during the Horcrux hunt and had never come back.
She felt nausea rise in her throat. She was going to have to comply. She didn't have any political capital. She was just the Muggleborn friend of Harry Potter, dead hero, and savior of the wizarding world. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She buried her head in her hands. What was she going to do? Could she risk being Obliviated? Live as a Muggle? Bile rose in her throat. No, she definitely couldn't do that. Harry didn't lose his life so that Hermione could abandon the wizarding world entirely.
An idea began to form in her head. Lucius Malfoy was still very influential. Hermione had thought that, as a former Death Eater, he'd be persona non grata, but that was not the case. How much influence would his wife have? On him? On society at large? A slow smile began to spread across her face. Maybe this wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to her. She might even be able to work this to her advantage.
The next two weeks flew by quicker than Hermione could imagine. She went to work at the Ministry, came home, and worked on her post-marriage plans. She wasn't stupid enough to think she could manipulate Lucius Malfoy, but she did know that he chose her for a reason. She just hoped it was for a reason other than her being the most notable Muggleborn in Britain. She hoped that he had chosen her for her intelligence. Because if he had, then what she wanted, well, Hermione was sure she could convince him to help her.
Since her falling out with the Weasleys, Hermione didn't have anyone she felt she could invite to witness the ceremony. Therefore, dressed in the best set of robes that she owned, but nothing which was close to wedding attire, she traveled to the Ministry via Floo.
It was easy for Hermione to find her way to the new Department of Matrimony; it was nestled right behind the Atrium. She was a little early, but she didn't want to be late. This was not a time to mess with the Ministry. Not when her magic and her way of life was on the line.
She stepped up to the counter and a middle-aged woman with a bright smile greeted her.
"Your's or someone else's?" the woman asked without preamble.
"Mine," Hermione responded. "Hermione Granger, 2:00 P.M."
"Oh! Miss Granger! Excellent, follow me, follow me." The woman waved her forward, and Hermione followed her to the end of the counter. Then, a door opened, and she beckoned Hermione inside. Hermione found herself in a very tiny office with an arch covered in flowers at one end. An officiant stood under the arch, and Lucius Malfoy was chatting with him casually.
"Miss Granger is here!" the woman called cheerfully.
Hermione laid eyes on Lucius Malfoy for the first time since the final battle. He looked… good. Better than she had expected for some reason. He was fit and filled out his robe. His long blond hair was loose, flowing down his back. He moved forward to greet her with his walking stick tapping along the floor.
"Miss Granger," Lucius greeted her with a slight bow.
"Mr Malfoy," Hermione smiled tentatively back. No use being grumpy with the wizard. Even if he had chosen her, he'd chosen her for a reason and until Hermione knew that reason, she could at least be cordial.
"Are you prepared?" the officiant asked. "Miss Fawley, the witness, if you please."
The woman who had escorted Hermione in nodded quickly and left the chamber. Lucius escorted Hermione to the officiant when Miss Fawley returned with two witnesses in tow. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Dolores Umbridge entered the room, chatting amiably. Hermione frowned at Kingsley. Why would an Auror be needed to witness a wedding? She lifted her eyebrow at Lucius, but he kept his face blank and neutral.
"Ahh, Mr Malfoy. So delightful to see you again," Umbridge greeted Lucius.
"Dolores," Lucius nodded his head at her.
Kingsley didn't say a word, but Hermione gave him a small wave. He frowned at her and waved back. Now Hermione was even more confused. Was Kingsley angry with her?
"Granger," Umbridge nearly growled the name at Hermione.
Hermione smiled beatifically, "How have you been Miss Umbridge? Keeping out of the forest?"
Umbridge actually did growl this time, low and deep in her throat, and Hermione did everything she could to keep from laughing. It was a mean play, but Hermione was never going to get along with the pink-frilled toad.
The officiant cleared his throat, and Hermione turned back to face Lucius. He raised a questioning eyebrow at her, but she shook her head minutely. They were about to be married. They would be entering a relationship that would be as close as two people could be. He could wait a few minutes before she began spilling her secrets to him.
The ceremony was short, and the vows Hermione had to take were appalling. They were binding, meaning the only escape from the marriage would be by either her or Lucius' death. And, she had to vow to obey Lucius in all things, that one was the worst. She'd tried to get out of it, but Umbridge had hem-hemmed behind her and quoted the law back to her. Hermione knew what the bloody law said, she'd looked it up after receiving her letter. She just had hoped that the obedience part of the vow wasn't mandatory. Lucius' smirk was decidedly wicked and Hermione knew that pesky vow was going to be a point of contention between them.
"You may now kiss your bride," the officiant announced.
Lucius looked at her expectedly, and Hermione presented her cheek. He smiled softly, and leaned down, pressing soft lips against her cheekbone.
"We'll be doing much more than this soon, wife," Lucius whispered in her ear. Hermione shivered as his hot breath washed over her. She knew that. But, she also didn't want the first time she kissed her husband to be in front of Dolores Umbridge. Speaking of, Umbridge offered her a nasty smile, and Hermione felt her stomach drop. That could mean nothing good.
"Mr and Mrs Malfoy, please follow me," Umbridge gestured to a door that had appeared on the back wall of the room. Umbridge stepped around them and pushed the door open. Hermione followed her, with Lucius bringing up the rear. His hand was at the small of her back, and Hermione wanted to shrug it off.
She found herself in a bedroom. A bedroom that looked like it had once been a conference room. There was a small, double bed in the center of the room, and two chairs along one wall. Other than that, it was empty.
"Oh, good, two chairs," Umbridge stated. "I was hoping I could witness this one as well."
"Witness?" Lucius asked, turning around. Hermione tore her gaze from the bed and turned back to the door. Both Umbridge and Kingsley were in the room, settling themselves on the chairs.
"Why yes, witness, Mr Malfoy. Didn't you read the amendment?" Umbridge asked.
"What amendment?" Lucius' voice was low, and Hermione was thankful it wasn't directed at her. How did he not know about the amendment? Hermione had seen it in her paperwork.
"Why, the amendment that passed a few hours after you pushed through the original bill, of course," Umbridge informed him. She looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary. Hermione gasped, her eyes widened, and she backed away from Lucius. He was the one who had pushed this barbaric law into being? What did that mean? He had chosen her, hadn't he? She was so confused about what his motives could possibly be.
"Enlighten me," Lucius' voice was tight, and Hermione could see him clench his jaw. She had backed into the wall opposite the door. There was nowhere to go and she was trapped in here with her husband and two Ministry employees. She felt lightheaded.
"Amendment I of the Marriage Law Act of 2001 states that weekly consummation of each marriage performed under the law will be monitored by a Ministry employee of the Ministry's choosing. Now, I can't be available as a weekly proctor, therefore, I am trying to witness as many initial copulations as I can. Shacklebolt will be your usual weekly proctor. Weekly consummation does not need to take place at the Ministry, although we are happy to provide accommodations, if necessary. However, you will need to allow the proctor to witness copulation at least once each week at a time of your choosing." Umbridge smiled sweetly.
Lucius frowned and made a fist with his hand. Hermione could see he was irate, and she hoped he wouldn't turn that anger on her. Then, he did. He whirled away from where Umbridge and Kingsley were seated. In three long strides, he was standing before Hermione, who still had her back to the wall. He leaned a hand on either side of her head and dipped his head low. Hermione winced and turned her face to the side. This was going to be terrible. She was just going to have to grin and bear it.
"I swear, I did not know about the amendment," Lucius hissed into her ear. Hermione nodded tightly but otherwise didn't move. "This is not how I would have done this. I would have caressed, cajoled, and seduced you, until you were begging for me."
Hermione gasped and turned her head to look at him. Whatever she had expected him to say, it wasn't that.
"Sex is so much better when one is properly prepared," Lucius drawled.
"I wouldn't know," Hermione whispered.
Lucius' eyes darkened, "Are you telling me that you are a virgin?"
Hermione closed her eyes once more and nodded. When was she supposed to have had time to have sex? While fighting Voldemort? Or in the years since the war? Probably then, but Hermione had always been somewhat anti-social. It was Harry and Ron who had brought out the sociable parts of her personality.
Lucius groaned and leaned his forehead against hers for a moment. Their breaths mingled and Hermione thought he was going to kiss her, but he pulled away to address their audience once more.
"Is there a specific timeline for when consummation must take place? Or, do we have free reign to use this room for as long as necessary?"
"Oh, please, take your time," Umbridge replied. Hermione kept her eyes closed as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She was about to have sex for the first time in front of a respected Order member and the one person Hermione hated most in the world. How in the world was she ever going to relax enough to be able to participate?
"Any other limitations? May I add curtains to the bed, perhaps?" Lucius inquired.
"Oh, no. Of course not," Umbridge replied, in that sickly-sweet voice of hers. "We must see the actual act. Both participants are required to be nude."
Hermione felt disgusted, clearly, Umbridge got off on this. She was going to have to be naked in front of that vile woman. And Kingsley. Somehow that felt even worse to Hermione.
"Fine," Lucius spat, and he turned back to her. He placed both hands on the wall once more and leaned down, curtaining them in his pale hair.
"I will make this as easy as I possibly can for you," he told her. Hermione looked up at him, shocked that he would do that for her. His grey eyes bored into her own with some emotion Hermione didn't recognize. "But, you are going to have to relax. And, participate."
Hermione nodded sharply. She understood the rules of the game. If she wanted to stay in the wizarding world, she would be losing her virginity to an audience. It was ridiculously barbaric, and, for a moment, Hermione felt like the heroine of some sordid, romance novel. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. As terrible as this was, she did want to remember her first time, not daydream it away. And, Lucius was her husband, after all.
They locked eyes once more, and then, Lucius covered her lips with his own. They were surprisingly warm. He always looked so cold, projected such a cold image, that Hermione half expected him to be made out of marble. But, he wasn't. His lips were soft and warm and insistent. He was so much taller and larger than her, that it felt as if he were blocking her from the world. And, in a way, he was. Hermione concentrated on the kiss, on the warm man in front of her, trying her best to ignore their audience.
"Hem-hem." Umbridge fake coughed. Hermione's eyes popped open and instantly she became aware of exactly where she was and what was about to happen. She stiffened.
"You have to ignore her. She is doing it on purpose," Lucius broke the kiss and mumbled against her lips. Hermione closed her eyes once more and nodded. Lucius covered her mouth once again, and Hermione did her best to ignore their viewers.
Hermione lifted her hands and placed them on Lucius' chest. If they were going to do this thing, she would at least be a willing, active participant. Clearly, Lucius wasn't any happier about it than she was. Lucius began deepening the kiss by sweeping his tongue along her lips. Hermione allowed it and opened her mouth. When their tongues met, a shot of desire sparked in her core and spread across her body. Lucius was a very skilled kisser. He swallowed her moans and pushed his body into hers, firmly trapping her between himself and the wall.
"Hem-hem."
Hermione resolved to keep her eyes closed this time, and her focus on Lucius. It was easier, with the way Lucius was running his hand up and down her side. She soon found her arms wrapped around Lucius' neck, her fingers playing with his long blond hair and her body plastered to his.
Lucius moved his lips away from hers and kissed up her jaw to her ear, nibbling on the lobe for a moment.
"You feel so good. Pressed against me like this," he drawled into her ear. Hermione shivered. "I am going to make you scream with pleasure."
It was a good thing Hermione had her arms around Lucius because the naughty things he was whispering in her ear were enough to make her knees turn to jelly.
"Merlin," Hermione muttered, and she felt Lucius smirk against her skin, as he trailed wet kisses from her ear down to her neck. He found her pulse point and sucked on it, and Hermione couldn't stop the moan that flitted out of her mouth.
"Hem-hem."
Hermione squeezed her eyes closed, trying to block out the sound of that irritating woman.
"Relax," Lucius raised his head and murmured into her ear. He swirled his tongue around the shell and nipped at the lobe. "You will give her something to cough about soon enough, pet."
Hermione nodded and consciously worked on loosening her muscles, relaxing her body into Lucius' once more. She could do this, she told herself over and over again. It was only a few minutes, that was all that was needed, and then she could get out of there. Hermione determinedly did not think about what would happen after she left. She assumed that she would go back to her apartment and Lucius to his home. Just because they were married didn't mean they had to live together.
Lucius slowly pushed Hermione's robes off her shoulders, and Hermione did the same to him. They both let the fabric pool at their feet. Hermione wasn't about to be the only nude person in the room; for each article of clothing Lucius removed of hers, she was determined to return the favor.
Almost sedately, Lucius unzipped the sheath dress she'd worn under her robes. Hermione began unbuttoning Lucius' vest and pushed that off his shoulders so that she could get to the shirt beneath. She worked steadily, staring at his chest the entire time, incredibly grateful that he was large enough and standing close enough to block their audience.
"Hem-hem."
Hermione flinched as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushing that off as well, finally coming face-to-face with his alabaster skin. He looked as if he was indeed made of sculpted marble, and, once again, Hermione thought that he would be cool to the touch. She set her hand delicately on the center of his chest and was surprised to find that his skin was almost feverishly hot. She could feel his heartbeat against her hand. It was strong and rapid.
Lucius slid his hands down Hermione's bare back, stroking her skin, but not yet removing her dress. As Hermione explored his chest, Lucius leaned down and began whispering in her ear. His whispers were interspersed with kisses.
"I long to see you unclothed. Your skin feels so soft and warm beneath my hands. You tremble. Is it from excitement? Can you feel how fast my heart beats for you? I yearn to be inside you. Do you feel it?" He punctuated this last statement by drawing Hermione close. She closed her eyes and felt his length pressing into her stomach. She licked her lips, suddenly more turned on than she had ever been before. She was still nervous, and she worked hard to concentrate on Lucius and the things he was doing to her body, to block out where they were and why this was happening the way it was.
Lucius pulled back from her, but he still didn't take off her dress. Hermione got the feeling that he was attempting to preserve her modesty as much as he was able to. Her heart warmed. She didn't know if it was the vow they had just taken, he had, after all, promised to protect her in all things, or if it was his general feelings. It really didn't matter. She bit her lip to keep herself from saying something. They could talk later. When this was done. Hermione kept her hands on Lucius's chest, even as he reached down and began unbuttoning his trousers. He toed off his boots at the same time.
"Hem-hem."
Hermione huffed out a breath. That throat-clearing bitch was getting on her nerves. Lucius soothed her with a swift kiss on her mouth, neatly distracting Hermione from the rest of the room.
"Are you ready to move this to the bed?" Lucius asked, once his trousers were unbuttoned. Hermione nodded tightly and stepped out of her low-heeled shoes on the way to the bed. She ignored Umbridge and Kingsley, who sat on either side of the door and had an excellent side-view of the bed. Before she could crawl onto the bed, Lucius brushed his hands down her shoulders, effectively removing her dress. She felt her face flame as she crawled onto the bed dressed only in her bra and knickers. She turned over to lay on her back and did her best to ignore Umbridge's gasp when Lucius dropped his trousers and pants in one go.
He crawled over her, covering her body with his own, and Hermione tensed. It had just been a slightly abstract idea, but now, lying horizontally, with his naked body over hers, it felt much more real.
"Relax," Lucius whispered into her ear. And then he set about trying to make her do just that. Hermione tangled her fingers in his hair and closed her eyes, as Lucius kissed his way down her neck, nipping at the spot where her neck and shoulder met, as he slowly made his way to her chest. Hermione expected him to take her bra off, but he didn't. He kissed along the edge of her bra and licked at her nipple through the lace. Hermione relaxed further when she realized he meant for her to keep the article of clothing on. It wasn't much, but it helped.
He laved attention to both her breasts before slipping lower. Hermione had never had anyone perform oral sex on her, and she was both insanely curious and nervous. She kept her eyes closed tightly as Lucius drifted kisses along her abdomen, clearly heading for her center.
"Hem-hem. I don't think that's necessary, do you?" Umbridge interrupted, as Lucius pressed a kiss on her slit through her knickers.
Hermione's face bloomed red, and she flinched and tried to pull away from Lucius. This was beyond mortifying.
Lucius leapt off Hermione and the bed, whirling toward where Umbridge sat. He stalked closer to her, his cock bobbing as he went.
"What I do with my wife in the course of our Ministry-forced copulation is my business, Madam Umbridge. Kindly remember that," Lucius spat.
Hermione was wide-eyed on the bed, propped up on her elbows. An angry Lucius was not someone she wanted to have to contend with. He made her tense and nervous. She narrowed her eyes when she realized Umbridge had a hard time looking up from the cock that was in her face.
"My eyes are up here," Lucius hissed and finally Umbridge tore her gaze from Lucius' admittedly glorious cock and looked him in the face.
"Mr Malfoy," she began.
"Actually, he's correct Madam Umbridge," Kingsley chimed in deferentially. "There is a stipulation saying that the Ministry is not allowed to interfere during sexual congress. It's listed in the original law and is not contradicted in Amendment I."
"Very well, then," Umbridge looked as if she had swallowed her tongue, and she waved Lucius to continue. Her hand drifted awfully close to Lucius' cock, but Hermione saw that he pulled away just in time to avoid her touching him. Lucius glared once more at both Umbridge and Kingsley before he climbed back onto the bed and covered Hermione's body with his once more.
Any good feelings Hermione had, had left during that exchange. She was a tense, trembling mess once again. Lucius pressed a kiss to her lips, deepening it while stroking her arm almost reassuringly. Slowly, Hermione began to relax and enjoy Lucius' ministrations. Once again, he provided an inordinate amount of attention to each of her breasts before dipping lower down her abdomen.
Gradually, Lucius made his way to her core and slipped her knickers down her legs. She tightened her thighs together, unwilling to let anyone see any more than they had to. But, Lucius soon had her opening them. He kissed her thighs and ran his hands up and down her sides, soothing her, occasionally returning his hands to her breasts.
Soon, Hermione was panting and her legs were open wide enough to accommodate Lucius. He took his time, as he licked his way up her slit, and Hermione cried out when he tongued the pearl of flesh at the top of her sex for the first time. She swore she heard another gasp or pant, but did her best to block it out. Lucius' tongue was hot, wet, and soft, and felt so devilishly delightful on her that Hermione began gasping for more. She kept her mouth as closed as she could. She wouldn't give the Ministry the satisfaction of begging. Maybe she'd give Lucius that one day, but not the rest of the audience.
Her orgasm, when it came, was explosive and better than any she'd ever given herself. Pleasure radiated out of her loins and spread across her body, first stiffening to prolong the joy and then softening in contentment.
Lucius crawled up her body and settled his hips between her legs. She drew her knees up to accommodate him and let them fall to the side. His cock was heavy and long, and he slid it across the folds of her center, bumping the head against her clit causing her tremors to continue.
"I cannot wait to see that without an audience, wife," Lucius growled in her ear, and Hermione hummed her agreement. At the moment, she'd agree to just about anything.
"Hem-hem."
Hermione stiffened momentarily, hating that this was the way she was about to lose her virginity, but Lucius managed to calm her with his kisses. She was becoming addicted to the drugging quality they produced in her.
"Let us make this quick, then we can go home," Lucius whispered in her ear, as he slid his cock along her folds. Hermione nodded, keeping her eyes firmly closed and her hands on Lucius' shoulders. He pulled away momentarily as he lined himself up with her entrance and then slid inside her.
It was the most bizarre feeling Hermione had ever felt, and she was surprised to not feel much pain. She'd always been under the impression that the first time a witch had sex, it would hurt. Instead, she felt full, more than she had ever felt before. It was strange, but she also liked it. She rocked her hips into Lucius' and received a groan from him in response.
As Lucius lowered himself down and pressed his body to hers, he trailed his left hand up her arm and reached for her hand, twining his fingers with hers. He did the same on her right side, and he stretched above her, her hands clasped within his. He held them above her head as he started to move. The position was incredibly intimate, and when Hermione opened her eyes, Lucius' own were open and boring directly into hers. Hermione gasped at the sensation of him moving inside her while gazing into his eyes. He tilted his hips a fraction and his cock brushed a spot so sensitive that Hermione couldn't keep from crying out. Lucius immediately covered her lips with his own and swallowed the rest of her utterings.
"Hem-hem."
Hermione wasn't sure she could have another orgasm so soon after her last, and she hoped that Lucius wasn't going to try to draw it out of her. As wonderful as this all felt, she was still distinctly aware of their audience. She had no desire to have them witness more than they already had.
Lucius pulled his lips from her and buried his face into her shoulder.
"So close. I'm so close, wife. A little…" he trailed off as his own orgasm washed over him.
Hermione felt him stiffen, his pace increasing, as he spilled his seed inside her. He stayed above her for a moment, still buried and pulsing inside her.
Then, he placed the sweetest kiss on her cheek, before he disentangled his fingers from hers, lifted himself off her, and removed himself from the bed. He flicked his hand, and the blanket they had laid on top of fluttered down over Hermione, covering her body.
"It's done," he growled to their audience as he began to dress.
Hermione closed her eyes and turned over onto her side, away from the door and where Kingsley and Umbridge sat. She needed a moment to collect herself. She was thinking and feeling so many things. More than anything, she wanted to go home and curl up on her sofa for a few days. Not thinking about or feeling anything.
Lucius felt disgusted with himself as he dressed. Yes, he was pleased with his new wife, even more, pleased that she had come to him pure, but having to deflower her with an audience? Not what he would have chosen. And, that compulsion charm placed on them during the ceremony? That's what Lucius felt the most disgusted with. Did his new wife know? He somehow doubted it. How else would the Ministry get newlywed couples to perform consensual sexual intercourse? Although, a compulsion charm was hardly consensual.
"Hem-hem."
Lucius whirled around to face the vile toad that was Dolores Umbridge.
"Did you need something further?" he hissed. His patience was running very thin.
"We'll need the room clear in fifteen minutes," she tittered, her eyes glancing toward where his new wife lay curled on the bed.
Lucius felt bile rise in his throat. He wanted to throttle the pink-clad witch. She'd done everything she could to make this experience as terrible for Miss Granger as she could. Mrs Malfoy, now. Hermione. It was a foreign word both in his brain and on his tongue. He wasn't sure he'd ever even spoken it out loud.
"Then, I suggest you leave so my wife can dress," Lucius spat.
Kingsley nodded and opened the door, gesturing Umbridge to proceed him. Lucius narrowed his eyes at the other man. He wasn't stupid. He had heard Kingsley's gasps and shortened breaths as much as he'd heard Umbridge's. He nodded towards Kingsley and glared at Umbridge down his nose. She sniffed and left the room.
As soon as the door shut, Lucius turned back to Hermione. He had to call her that in his head. She wasn't Miss Granger any longer, and Mrs Malfoy was too formal. He hadn't even finished dressing, but he felt the tension in the room and knew it was up to him to try and break it.
He sat on the bed next to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She jumped at his touch but didn't look up at him.
"Hermione." The name rolled off his tongue easier than he would have imagined. He actually liked saying it. He liked the way it tasted in his mouth.
That did it, she turned to face him, her eyes wide, and Lucius could see the tears she was desperately blinking back. He leaned toward her and cupped her face.
"You did well."
She stared at him like she hadn't expected him to praise her.
"You should get up and get dressed. We can discuss this further at the Manor."
She nodded but didn't make a move to get out of the bed.
"I can leave if you want," Lucius stood and crossed the room to do just that.
"No—" his hand was on the doorknob, and he turned back toward her.
"It's fine," she mumbled and crawled out of the bed. She dressed quickly and soon was ready to leave with him.
"Chin up. Smile, no teeth. Don't say a word," Lucius instructed her. He held out his arm and she placed her hand in the crook of his elbow. She gave him a confused look as he squared his shoulders and opened the door. Then, he covered her hand with his own, as he swept out of the chamber.
They didn't encounter the press until they entered the main lobby of the Ministry.
"Mr Malfoy! Mr Malfoy!" Reporters shouted at him. He kept his face cold and blank, ignoring them as he guided Hermione toward the fireplaces.
"Miss Granger!" Other reporters tried. He glanced down at her out of the corner of his eye and felt pride swell in him to see her face looking similarly blank with a dull, bored smile on her lips. He felt vindication in knowing he chose his bride correctly. He wondered how long it would take, once they were back at the Manor, for that infamous Granger temper to be unleashed on him. He almost couldn't wait.