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A/n their wedding night continues, a night of revelations for both. It is not only about smut but about Lucius' transformation and changes.


Together

He couldn't get enough of her, and he stayed always aroused; by the next morning, when he touched her, she cringed. No wonder, he was bigger than anyone before, plus he was a passionate, energetic lover. She was unable to reconcile the former Lucius with the new loud, vocal lover; she liked everything about him and seeing his face transformed during his climax, made her burn even hotter.

Soon night had blended into the next day. The first time it'd hurt some, but after how many times, not only she'd lost count, but she needed a pain potion. He was insatiable and had kissed all her body, all of it; in his heated passion, he'd bitten her quite hard, seemingly wanting to consume her. He just couldn't get enough, the world outside their room had ceased to exist. They slept in between, ate bites, and drank a little; she had become his world.

He kissed her bum, bit it gently and then quite hard and laughed wickedly, with great delight. "That hurt," she complained. Honestly, had he drawn blood? Darn, he is turning into a wild beast.

"I know, but it is delicious," his laughter was wicked. He wasn't done. Hermione jumped back when he licked every inch of her body, every crevice; he sighed because his being was finally contented at finding his bestial cravings sated for the first time ever.

He had called for drinks next to the bed, and wanting to try all, he had licked champagne from her belly button. He had turned into a sensual being, most unexpectedly, most satisfactorily...if a bit wild, he was a natural.

He tried again and started to slide in, right away she moved away, "Ouch."

"Sorry, I hurt you, I am sorry, I didn't know. It feels so good, I thought..." Draco didn't say it'd hurt her if we were together more than once. Well, more than how many times? I'm not sure, but I might be a brute. He blushed, actually blushed, and her heart made a funny flip flop, she felt tenderness for the prettiest and most evil of them all.

"You are hmm, large, very, err, and, hopefully, nothing a hot bath cannot remedy, let's take one."

"Am I large?" Lucius tried to think back to Hogwarts, too bad that he had a private bath; and when he played Quidditch in the team's common showers, Nah, he guessed that nobody had been hard.

Was she comparing her to her lovers? Perhaps to young Potter, Draco had told him that he had seen her with him; yes, the wizard had been angry at the wedding, why? Maybe they were still… stop it. Or was it perhaps to the dragon tamer... Stop it fool, she is complementing you, the past is the past.

"Ouch," he said aloud, someone had flicked his ear, he looked around and rubbed his burning ear.

"Large, err," now she blushed, what a question. Is he making fun of me? She heard the Ouch! No, maybe he'd a cramp. "It feels large, very. By the way, that is a compliment."

He smiled, she liked it, even if she were sore. Suddenly he realized that for the first ever he hadn't run to shower after having sex, the room smelled of sex, his body smelled of her. To her astonishment, he brought his fingers to his nose and sighed wistfully, Nah, she was seeing things. This wasn't the wizard from before; this had been so unexpected, yet so good.

She wasn't imagining that he smelled her on his fingers, wanting to keep her scent on him. It is probably impractical, yet...I wish I could do it. I wish I do, to share her scent with Draco, he'd like that. Albeit, the idea of sharing with his son just had come to mind, he paid no attention to it.

He wanted to run to his friends and tell them of his good fortune. Maybe he would, the widowers should marry Muggle witches, why not be happy? He knew that every one of the witches in his circle was like Narcissa. Nobody was happy, they all talked about it. He had friends since childhood who were dear to him, a large group that had grown up together and saw each other daily. They were his brothers. He wanted the same for them; they wondered if there was something better and often talked about it.

"You must tell us," most of his Slytherin friends have told him after the wedding during the party, they knew that he was wild for her, or something like it. Pucey had told him, "You are lucky, all the young bucks wanted her. Adrian is crushed, but I told him that she is your life. Do tell me, I want to know." They wanted to know because they hadn't seen him looking at anyone with such hunger.

"Come here," she called him. He stood, he reminded her of a tall angel, he was beautiful. Now she could appreciate his real size, no wonder she ached. He was too large as far as she was concerned; his cock, against his belly, throbbed wildly, his darker bollocks tightened, and his breathing was labored. His visible desire for her made her melt, while he stood there biting his lower lip, licking his lips and touching them.

"Wait," he opened a porcelain shaker and sprinkled something in the bath water, the smell of fragrant herbs and wildflowers filled the air. He opened two faucets, and oils dripped in the water. He moved something, and the water bubbled and moved around to gently massage them. Heavenly, her aches vanished every one of them.

He lay by her side, "Your bath is the size of a small pool. I do like the cushioned tiles, and the massage action is heavenly."

"I like you on them, this will heal you; it's not my bath is ours." His hand went straight for her, a finger penetrated her, and he sighed, "I could stay all day long just feeling you around me. Just touching you, seeing you, smelling and tasting your skin. I dreamed of a time like this." He kissed her neck and then licked.

"Wait," her voice was low, "move up a little," she said before her tongue traced his body, "raise your body a bit, better raise your hips."

"Why?" He cocked his head, his eyes luminous, hoping.

"Do it," she ordered.

No, impossible, that? Can it be? Gods, her mouth on 'it'? He saw 'that' in Draco's stash, he waited shuddering, his breath coming out in spurts.

Her hand went around his cock, and her tongue licked slowly from top to bottom.

"Sweet angel, you don't have to," he whispered.

Don't pay attention to him, yes you have to, put it in your mouth, do it. He actually felt Snape whacking his head again and hissing. Fool, foolish wizard, being your guardian is a pain.

She didn't answer instead her tongue licked the drops at the top and twirled it around, under and over. He groaned so loud that she jerked in surprise. He tried to chuckle but couldn't, don't stop, sweet angel, do it.

When she took more of him, his hand caressed her hair, thrusting into her mouth, his eyes were open wanting to see. Seeing his fully aroused sex, his cock, in her mouth, made him wild with passion.

"Love, angel, Hermione, my witch… yes, oh yes, so good," he screamed a hoarse cry of need.

The cave of her warm mouth, the tongue caressing, the sight of his engorged cock being pleasured by her mouth, were akin to an unattainable vision.

I'm in her mouth, he thought, this is not real, No, this is a dream…a dream.

By the end of the day, he wanted to tell her how much he loved her, that he had for years now. She'd be surprised at how long. He sent an owl to share his feelings with his son. Draco had told him to court her, not to be a coward. Thus he told him of his findings, of all that was real. That maybe if that were real, the other might be too.

Draco answered:

Father, I am happy for you. I never told you my secret, I've loved her since long ago since I was but a lad. Knowing that she could never be mine made me mean and angry and even took it out on her. That day when the sick witch, my aunt, tortured her, I died inside and clearly saw what she meant to me. My love for her was the reason why I wanted this life. I knew that my love for her would anger you, so I opted for going away. Marrying Astoria would have been hell. Alas, that part of my life is gone, and I am happy that is all in the family. Who knows, maybe one day if the curse is over, the Malfoy law can work in reverse, just kidding, be happy. Your Son, Draco

Lucius, who had seldom shed tears, did at reading the owl. Sorry my son, so sorry, of course, if you are ever able, she will be ours. And he cried some more knowing that his former life was responsible for his son's damage; it was the very reason why their society had to change. A closed circle who shared his feelings were giving the current administration the chance to change, but it wasn't working. She knew about curses, maybe he should ask her and the Weasley partner to help Draco...

Good Tidings

Three days later he went to meet with his old friends for their daily afternoon drink. "Malfoy," Francois Goyle, Greg's father-brother greeted him, "You look different."

He did.

"Must have been a good experience, do tell, we're all ears," Goyle looked mischievous. He was married to his stepmother four years younger than him. His father had been 120+ when he married and had asked his son to father a son. Albeit that Irina Goyle was like other Pureblood witches, she might be willing to learn. She had often said that maybe there was more.

Lucius grinned, and every one of them was taken aback. Lucius had seldom smiled, maybe when he was a child.

"I found the secret to happiness in the arms of my wife…" most were fascinated. He didn't go in details but told them about being in the bright room without any clothes, and that she had actually enjoyed it. "Did she kiss?" They look expectantly.

"Yes, kissing too, yes with an open mouth."

"Like what we read? I think it is called French kissing, right? And tongues touched? Other parts of yours and her body?" They all had a question.

He nodded, some gasped.

"Did you, ahem, more than once…"

"Yes to all questions, yes to more than once, and even, more than twice, and more than one day, every day, at all times of the day and in bright rooms."

"Oh." A chorus of Ohs.

"Did she, you know, feel like us, pleasure." They all waited for his answer, not a sound.

"Yes, that was the best part…one of the best."

"How, how did you know, how would you know?"

"Contractions all around, squeezing you, moist, warm, heavenly; a feeling that makes you want more."

Their eyes were glazing. Every one of his old Slytherin mates was amazed. If it had come been anyone else, they might have doubted it; but not from Lucius.

"So what were we doing trying to get rid of the Muggle witches back then?" Pucey asked, looking unhappy.

Nobody had an answer.

"Are you saying that we supported our own unhappiness, and maybe we had the chance for what you had, and why?"

A seed of doubt was growing, a sea of change was imminent.

Francois was very interested; he wanted a favor. He asked him if Irina could talk to Hermione. The few married ones, except Francois, nearly cried, they were quite miserable. They decided that it was time to ask for a divorce, now rather common. They were sure that their wives would welcome it with generous vaults to end it. Neither of them had shared the marital bed for years. The group of very rich and influential Purebloods, the ones at the very top, had their eyes open and wanted more. Change many times comes about in unexpected ways.

Pucey promised to help them, his son was the best divorce attorney. Adrian often worked with Hermione; thus, her team would find how their clients were victims of ongoing love charms and married against their will; and so on. It and also illegal. He wouldn't doubt if more than half of them had suffered such fates; their magic was great, most were handsome, and all were very wealthy.

By the end, just about all of them wanted what Lucius had, well all except Francois who was certain that Irina was willing to change.

At the end of the evening, Lydia had seven new clients, one still married but would soon be free. Three more made tentative inquiries thru their solicitor, Pucey, who was now her client. They would get back to her within a week. Lucius had told them that her basic fee was 15,000 Galleons; they all thought that it was reasonable if they could have even half of what Lucius had found. Her price used to be 5,000 until that day. Needless to say, Ron and Lydia were his supporters. Lucius was gaining in popularity, and it was only the beginning.

The next day, the word of Lucius walking in Diagon Alley holding his witch's hand, was all over, and his friends were spreading the word of how to find marital happiness. In a puritanical world, Lucius holding hands was akin to making out in front of an audience.

He pecked her cheek once, looking besotted, and the Pureblood witches gasped in dismay, "That Mudblood tramp snared Mr. Malfoy, disgusting…" They complained and cried, the nasty young witch had stolen their Prince-de-facto's heart. "She is rubbish," they all whispered.

The Wizards' reactions were quite different, young and old, looked at Lucius with envy. Some went straight to talk to him, those in Lucius confidence. They wanted to know his secret, why was he looking so content? He was suddenly sought after for other than money or dark plots.

Their media was filled with pictures of them walking, laughing, yes Lucius Malfoy laughing; smiling, putting her hand near his mouth, fixing an errant curl; leaving his hand on her shoulder a little too long, sharing a piece of the torte and so on. In one particularly 'risqué' picture, they were sitting at an outdoor restaurant, his hand on her knee. No surprise there, when many witches were outraged by it. The pictures were a topic of conversation everywhere, to the public they were scandalous; to the wizards who wanted more, an eye-opener; and to those who understood, the beginning of a big change.

If her Gryffindor friends were unhappy, the Weasley's family reaction was unexpected. Molly was happy for Lucius; after all, she had never liked the Black sisters, particularly since Arthur had liked Bella, perhaps even loved her. They had been lovers, even if Arthur held it a secret, and Molly was afraid that the affair might have gone on for a while. She knew that he had taken care of her dead body and said nothing. The Black sisters were damaged, and she believed them cursed. The way that she saw it, Arthur was good to her and made her happy. He had married her and not Bella, so why make it worse?

Molly had been to a dance with young Lucius and had pined for him for years, everyone had their secrets. Besides, Hermione had been generous with her children, with the entire family. Charlie was unhappy because when he had dated the witch, he had been a player…his fault. As a matter of fact, his mate, the Australian wizard, had told him so more than once. "Mate if she were mine, I would never, ever, had cheated on her. What is wrong with you?"

And Bill had also told him, many times. "Bro, she is upset, forget the others… I'd if I were you." When she was with him, he had treated her shabbily and hadn't listened to all the warnings. She had wanted to marry Charlie, and he blew it.

Nobody felt sorry for him, "Son, you had the chance, and we told you to change for nearly a year," Arthur told him when he started to speak ill of Lucius and Hermione. "Be grateful that she is so generous with you." He wasn't, jealousy was eating at him. Never mind that it was his doing, he had decided to play some more, thinking that she would keep.

Harry was boiling, mostly out selfishness. He wasn't ready to commit to her but wanted to ruin her marriage and kept trying. He was a daily visitor at her office and wherever she might be. Dropping in, bringing her sweets, flirting outrageously, touching her whenever he could. He was not only making himself miserable but was also making her uneasy and confused.

"Mate why are you doing it?" Ron asked him. He had noticed and was peeved.

"You told me to go for Liddy because Hermione was for you, and not once, you showed interest. Why should you? You had already shagged her behind my back, I knew it. I found out the other rotten things you did, don't act surprised. No that I regret my wife, I am crazy about my witch, but you, you need to cut it out. Don't ruin her marriage. "

His answer was, "Do you think I could, I mean to ruin her marriage?" He looked thrilled.

Ron was disgusted, "You are a selfish prick, Liddy was right, you just want her because she is happy. Don't come here when she is visiting, I want no part in this. I'm not even sure if we should be friends. Leave her alone, she deserves happiness."

Arthur hated Lucius, but later in the week, he received an offer for a liaison job with the Malfoy industries; to be in charge of buying raw materials in the Muggle world under disguise. It was ten times his salary, not counting all the benefits and bonuses. He accepted and resigned the MoM the same day. Molly had to smile; she had been right, Hermione was good with all of her family.

Kingsley was fuming, it was bad press, Hermione shouldn't have married, "How could she marry the king of the Death Eaters, no loyalty. I guess Galleons can buy everything, even the purest witch." He complained to Percy.

"Perhaps it can; the gold certainly swayed me. Here is my resignation," he produced a scroll. "I am going to work with Lucius, Dad needs someone to assist him, and frankly, I will earn in one year close to five times more than I have earned thus far; I mean during my entire time working here." Percy laughed at Kingsley's face.

He had asked for a raise two years in a row, no raises, no money, but all the Ministers, including Kingsley, had several raises, bonuses, awards, and world travel. The new administration was riddled with corruption, seemingly worse than before.

The real bad-apple was Ginny, she had been one of the hundreds who had tried to interest Lucius, one of the largest fortunes in the wizarding world, never mind all his clout and looks. Thus she decided to create a front against Hermione. Even her mother cautioned her, so her parents asked her to move out when she started to meet with shady former Death Eaters.

George and Ron went with Lucius. They were readying for a grandiose launching of a line of new toys appealing to families; the line would incorporate novel Muggle technologies. Because of their actions, Molly's faith and admiration for Lucius and Hermione grew daily. She would fall on the sword for Hermione; thus, Ginny's behavior angered her.

Ginny went daily to visit an acquaintance, a Pureblood, to malinger Hermione. It was easy to see that Ginny's circle of hatred grew steadily. It attracted those who wanted Lucius to be the next Dark Lord; hence, they were angry. Those mentioned above ran and talked with the one in charge, and the plotting started.

Now, against Ginny's family warnings, she got involved in a dangerous plot to 'free' Lucius to be the next Dark Lord. She also moved out to her own flat when she found that her Floo access to the Burrow, now under renovation, was blocked, and the wards no longer allowed free access. She just laughed when her parents came by her work with her belongings. "So glad to oblige. You should know that your Mudblood will soon be gone, and Lucius will see the light." Molly had to restrain Arthur, who had raised his hand at the Mudblood remark.

A couple months later the uber-shy wizard wanted to celebrate his witch. He contacted Molly to help him. Molly had been helping to train Hermione; Molly taught her Pureblood etiquette. Molly, who was now a Malfoy industries' employee, was assisting Lucius to plan a big surprise celebration. Molly was never happier, this was her chance to promote the orphanage and maybe find homes for the children; and the first time that she had her own gold.

The planned celebration couldn't have come at a better time. Two weeks after the planning began, Lucius learned that Hermione was having his baby, it was confirmed. When she told him he knew two things with certainty, he knew that he loved her forever, and he wanted everyone to know. I want the entire world to see that I was wrong, that blood has nothing to do with either magic or with love. That we must change before it is too late.

Lucius in Love

For Lucius, the day she told him, was one of the happiest days in a long time, the best days were when Draco had been born, along with the day the witch was his. He was going with her to The Center, where he wasn't well liked.

Her friends tried for her, but he still was distant. The Weasley were mostly fine, but they knew not to intrude. He wanted to be alone with her and resented sharing her with others. She knew this, but others didn't. He wanted to breathe her, to spend every second with her; hence, others encroached on his love. Even the house elves and other Manor help made themselves invisible, not a hard deed because the master's happiness made it all easy.

He remembered the day before.

He had a present and was going to tell Hermione that he loved her and about the party this coming Friday. One day he would tell her the rest, soon. He came back home happy and smiling, he couldn't wait.

He wanted to do it before Antoine, his French cousin arrived. He was coming with his wife, a cousin of the Lestrange and their son Henri. Henri wasn't so welcome; he was a widower, and he could invoke the Malfoy law. Probably not, he remembered that Henri only liked tall nordic witches. All the same, big breasts, blond, straight hair, blue eyes, brains not required. He married such a witch, and she had been murdered by an old lover who had torn her body to pieces.

Today was the day, he was going to tell his wife how much he loved her. It was time to tell how long he had loved her.

A/N a couple more chapters.