OK so advance apologies for any errors here, this is how I see a wizarding wedding going, I hope it comes up to scratch.
(adult content to celebrate)
Whilst it had been Lucius who had voiced his need for her, it was Hermione who found herself driven by crushing desire. She wasn't sure if her senses were heightened due to the fact that Lucius had told her loved her, and that she was less than two hours away from becoming Mrs Malfoy, or the fact that beyond the heavy wooden door to his study was a manor full of guests.
Hot wet need lapped at her skin as Lucius moved into her, his eyes shone with passion and with love. But an almost lecherous smile curved his mouth, making her want him all the more. He stepped forward, pinning Hermione against that same heavy wooden door, with his powerful frame. She felt the hard, cool wood against her bare back, the sensation sending a small shiver pulsing through her. Her already tightening nipples hardening with both the chill and her wild desire. The clingy, backless, silk dress, afforded no room for a bra, and the taught buds peaked against the lustrous fabric. Her shallow breathing making her breasts rise and fall deliciously against his chest. Shifting back slightly, Lucius' eyes flitted from her face, to their rapid rise and fall, his hands slowly rising to caress the swollen peaks through the gossamer material. He heard her moan softly at his languid touch, her body now arching into him, craving him.
This really wasn't the time or the place for a quickie up against the wall or in this case a door. But both of them were being swept away on a fast rising tide of emotional need. Lucius could see from her flushed face and aroused body, just how much she wanted him. It was an unspoken visceral look which hit straight at his groin.
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip, as he cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumb and forefinger mercilessly teasing each aching buds. She sought his lips once more, her tongue demanding access to the moist cavern beyond, that blissful taste of him, the sweetness of his response, coated hot primitive desire. His fingers left her breasts and she felt the endless silk of her dress bunched in his hands, rising painfully slowly.
The rough wool of his robes abrading against her now bare legs as the material gathered around her waist. Hermione thrust herself hard against him, needing to feel him more than ever. His arousal was like rock against her groin and he moaned as she ground herself harder upon him.
Lucius grabbed her hands sliding them above her head. His body throbbed, seeing her like this was beyond erotic. A quick reparo charm, would easily fix the dress he wanted to tear from her body, but she looked exquisite like this. So sensual and wanton but at the same time, so helpless and pure. His fingers gripped her wrists tightly, his mouth moving over hers, plundering it, savouring the sweetness of the woman who was about to become his in every way.
Hermione felt him release her hands, but not her mouth. Her tiny knickers falling to the floor with a deft movement of his hand, another freeing himself from the restrictive confines of his trousers.
In her heels, Hermione was just about the right height, but with one hand he lifted her slightly, using the door behind to steady her. The other gripped his throbbing flesh as he took the shaft in his hand and guided himself into her wet folds.
"Lucius please." Her voice was soft, pleading and almost unrecognisable.
One hand rested on the wall to the side of her head, the other held her firmly against him. The fabric of her dress rustled to the floor where he had released it, held aloft only where their bodies were joined.
All the emotions of the evening flooding his body. As he felt her tight heat constrict around him, Lucius thrust hard and unhurriedly into her, almost as if it were slow motion. Her head falling back against the door behind her. She arched harder into him, her soft inner walls tightening so hard around him it was nearly painful. Again he withdrew, almost too far, before slipping back into her with measured accuracy. Sheathed fully inside her, Lucius felt her once more contract round him, he pressed forward harder, and after two purposeful thrusts, she was screaming his name. Her muscles fluttering around him, stroking him with such sweet intensity, it sent Lucius flying suddenly and unexpectedly over the edge, pumping himself forcefully into her as she came down from her own orgasm.
A decidedly feline smile lighting her face as she stretched lazily against the door, Lucius body slipping from her. She leant forward to kiss him, stroking his now flaccid cock, he moaned against her soft hips, his sensitive flesh twitching in her hand. He felt her smile against his lips.
"Such behaviour from the future Lady of the Manor." Lucius all but growled, "I approve."
"How long do we have?" She murmured
Lucius disentangled himself from her grasp and straightening his rumpled clothing he checked the pocket watch on his waistcoat.
"Fifty minutes," He announced returning the watch and performing a quick cleansing and tidying charm on both of them.
"Plenty of time," She whispered, touching his face and once more needing to brush her lips to his. "As Draco tells me I only need to find a bridesmaid."
"I assume that you have someone in mind."
She nodded, a beautiful smile lighting her positively glowing face. Lucius had reached for the tiny strand of green silk that sat on one of the chairs alongside her discarded mask.
"May I?" He held up the thin shiny strand.
"Of course." Hermione smiled indulgently at him. The man clearly had a thing for dressing her, and always without the aid of magic. She loved it, she loved him.
He ran his long fingers through her unruly hair, as if they were a giant comb. Gently untangling it and carefully smoothing it before securing it loosely at her nape in an elegant pony tail.
"I need to go and find Professor McGonagall, you should check up on Draco?"
"Yes Miss Granger." Lucius picked up his cane and obediently followed Hermione from the room.
"Not for much longer." She said squeezing his arm and going off in search of Minerva McGonagall.
There was only one person Hermione wanted as, well, perhaps not her bridesmaid, but definitely her Matron of Honour. After searching for only a few minutes, she found the Hogwarts Headmistress ensconced in a corner with Xena Perry. The two old friends no doubt swapping the latest gossip. McGonagall excused herself to speak to Hermione, almost squealing with delight at both Hermione's news and her request. They walked arm in arm from the ballroom, stopping in the relative quiet of the hallway, where Hermione seemed to be spending an awful lot of her evening.
"I will say this for Lucius Malfoy, he doesn't let the grass grow under his feet. Now let me see the ring"
"I don't have one yet. It all happened rather quickly Professor."
Minerva McGonagall patted Hermione's arm affectionately.
"As you are about to become a married woman Hermione, I think you have earned the right to call me Minerva, at least when we are not at school".
"Thank you Pro…Minerva."
"Now about these rings. I don't suppose you have any wedding bands either!" The older witch, tsk tsk and shook her head.
Hermione doubted that Lucius had given it a thought either, they had been rather distracted, since Draco had gone off to organise things. The man himself reappeared at Hermione's side, assuring her that his son had everything in hand…..or at least he said he did!
"Profess….Minerva was just asking about our rings."
The dismayed look on Lucius Malfoy's face said it all.
"Just as I suspected." Said the older witch.
Lucius was horrified, how could he not of thought of something so important? There was untold jewellery in his vault at Gringotts, although he wasn't entirely sure he would inflict any of it on Hermione. It was far too heavy and ornate for her small frame and delicate complexion. The ensemble that she now wore, he'd had specially made for her. His mother's wedding ring was kept here at the manor, but it too was a gaudy and unsightly piece, and he doubted his mother would approve of her wearing it. Still, even if her portrait did rain hell down on him, he supposed it would do for now, until he could replace it. It wasn't ideal but it was better than nothing.
Minerva McGonagall was reaching into the pocket of her robes she wore. Retrieving a small blue velvet pouch.
"I believe Hermione, there is a Muggle tradition for brides, where they are, on their wedding day required to have, something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue."
Hermione nodded, taking the blue velvet pouch from her headmistresses' outstretched hand.
"Lucius is your something new." The canny Scot smiled at the tall blonde wizard standing at Hermione's side. "Here is your something old and something blue. I am sure we can find something to borrow from someone in due course."
Hermione drew open the silky strings on the pouch, tipping the contents into the palm of her hand. Two heavy gold bands glistened back at her, she knew they weren't just something, she happened to keep about her person.
"Minerva, we cannot possibly." It was Lucius' aristocratic tones which permeated the quiet air.
Hermione was speechless, her eyes once again brimming with tears.
"Nonsense Lucius. I won't take no for an answer. I have no one to pass them onto. My nieces and nephews are all long since married. Those sit in my pocket every day." She gestured the two, very simple bands of gold with a small inclination of her head. Her green eyes shining with fond memories.
"What's the point of that? It would make me very happy to think of them bringing you the same joy that they brought me."
Hermione hugged McGonagall as Lucius thank her.
"Enough with the sentiment." She said brusquely. "Now let's see if we can't find something to borrow."
Hermione saw a devilish twinkle in her green eyes and couldn't help wonder, just what she had up those long Tudor styles sleeves of hers. Her hand once more grabbed, this time by determined Scot. Leaving a rather amused Lucius behind, Hermione was once more dragged along the hallway of Malfoy Manor, this time back into the ballroom and in the direction of Xena Perry.
"The Young Malfoy boy, just announced that his father is about to be married, Minerva and you missed it."
"I know Xena, this is his bride to be."
The little round witch bustled with excitement, peering closely at Hermione. "Oh yes we met at the Christmas Eve party, you are at Hogwarts aren't you, with …"
"Yes, yes, Xena." Minerva interrupted her friend, knowing where her words were going. "We need something borrowed. Let me have your broach."
The short, rotund little witch, looked slightly miffed and a little confused at her friend's request, but handed her the broach without question. Shaped like of a basket of flowers, it glittered in McGonagall's hand. With a swift wave of her wand and a sharp "Orchideous" the shining piece of jewellery was transfigured into a stunning bouquet of white orchids and dusty pink roses.
"I am sorry ladies, might I just interrupt for just a moment?" A familiar voice came from behind Hermione, her hand shaking slightly as she turned to face Arthur Weasley.
"Come Xena, let's go and check my hat is on straight, as Matron of Honour I have to look my best."
The little witch looked even more miffed and even more confused but once again complied with her friend's request and they headed off.
Hermione wasn't sure if she was grateful or not for being left alone with Ron's father.
His mask removed, she looked nervously into the ruddy face of Arthur Weasley. She noticed him glance across the room, to where his son and wife were watching him, or should she say glaring at him.
He smiled warmly at her, his blue eyes softening as he spoke.
"Molly and Ron are none too happy about me doing this can't say I blame them entirely. But well you know me." He shrugged his broad shoulders resignedly.
"Ron's just sulking probably because you aren't marrying him and Molly well, she is not as forgiving as me. Malfoy was a Death Eater and losing her brother's to Death Eaters, guilt by association and all that. She's here, for her that is a big step"
Hermione touched his arm affectionately, knowing how difficult this must be for him, going against his wife and his son for her. He went on quickly in his usual blustering way.
"I work with Malfoy, have done for a good while now. I know he's changed and I know a bit of what he's been through. We are all very fond of you and well if no one else did it, I wanted to wish you all the best. The others will come round eventually."
Hermione fought tears yet again, her emotions were all over the place tonight. She wasn't a tearful person usually. Arthur Weasley took her in his arms, careful not to crush her flowers or crease her dress.
"I am sure your parents would be very proud of you Hermione, you are an incredible young woman. Lucius Malfoy is a very lucky man."
"Thank you Mister Weasley, you are very kind."
Hermione had thought about her parents many times over the Christmas holidays, even more so this evening. Picturing her father giving her away, her mother shedding a few tears of her own as he did so. Despite having Minerva McGonagall with her, Hermione would be walking to her future husband alone, the thought saddened her, and a tear spilled onto her cheek.
"Mister Weasley…..would you. Sorry no it's ok." She brushed the tear from her cheek and turned to go. "Thank you again for your lovely words, I know it wasn't easy."
"What were you going to ask me? Is there something I can do for you?"
Hermione looked into his kindly blue eyes. She had no right to ask him this, or to put him in this position. But he could say no and she would understand.
"Please feel free to say no if this makes you feel uncomfortable or you feel it will get you into too much trouble…"
"What can I do for your Hermione?"
"Would you give me away?" She looked down into her bouquet, toying with the delicate petals. Understanding if he said no, but desperately wanting him to say yes.
"I don't care what bother it gets me to into, it would be my absolute pleasure Hermione, if you are sure you want me."
Hermione's honey brown eyes shone brightly at the red headed man standing before her, his generosity of spirit humbling her.
"Oh I couldn't think of anyone I would rather do it, as long as you are sure… I don't….."
Arthur Weasley hugged her once more, a little more forcefully this time. As he let her go, Hermione once more noticed him glance in the direction of his wife and son.
"It will be fine, trust me. I know my wife and I've enjoyed Ron's tantrums since he was old enough to walk, until, well just now really. So what do I need to do?"
Hermione laughed at his words, she knew all about Ronald Weasley tantrums and it amused her that he still threw them with his father.
"To be honest Mr Weasley, I have no idea, other than the obvious. Frighteningly Draco put himself in charge of the arrangements. And whilst Lucius assures me everything is in hand…."
"Well here comes Young Mister Malfoy, so let's see."
Hermione turned to see Draco heading towards them. His blue eyes narrowing and looking suspiciously at Arthur Weasley.
Hermione spoke before Draco had the chance to.
"Is everything ready?"
Not taking his eyes off of the senior Weasley, Draco nodded. "Yup, all sorted, are you okay?"
"I am fine Draco, honestly." She touched his arm reassuringly. "Mr Weasley is going to give me away."
The younger wizard's face went from one of suspicion to utter surprise.
"I don't think it's going to make me very popular at home, but I am all for stirring this up a bit."
Draco looked from Mr Weasley to Hermione, and then cast a glance across the room at his no too pleased, wife and son.
"Yeah I think you could be right there." Still looking more than a little stunned, Draco got back to the matter in hand.
"Ok Granger, my father is looking remarkably nervous in the drawing room, with Shacklebolt. Can't think why, it's not like you aren't going to show up or anything."
Hermione had to smile at Draco's synopsis, and his total lack of understanding.
"You will understand one day my boy." Ventured Arthur Weasley, casting an apprehensive smile in the direction of Molly.
"Where is you bridesmaid Granger? Don't tell me…."
"That would be Matron of Honour, Mister Malfoy, and I am right here."
Draco was suitably chastised as always by Minerva McGonagall, who re-joined the small group.
"Excellent." Said Draco, his authority waning a tad under, his headmistress's beady eye.
"You will need these, Fer… Draco." Hermione smiled at McGonagall as she handed over the small blue pouch.
He ran his thin fingers over the velvet, realising what was inside, he tucked it safely into the pocket of his robes. "Good, okay. Right I am going to usher everyone into the drawing room, I think they will all fit, without any magic. I will get them all to remove their masks as well. Once they have all gone, give it five minutes and then you can come along."
"How charmingly put Mister Malfoy." Minerva shook her head testily at Draco's ineloquent wording.
How else could he have put it? Draco muttered to himself, before clearing his throat and attempting to gain the attention of the assembled guests, for a second time. Failing miserably on this occasion. He couldn't compete over the noise of the party, everyone still talking about the surprise announcement and that the ball had now turned into a wedding and of course the music. He placed his wand to his throat and with the use of a sonorous charm, silenced the room, once more. Asking everyone to now please join him in the drawing room. The Malfoy house elves, were dispatched to ensure the guests found their way unhindered.
Before they left the room with the other guests, Molly and Ronald Weasley spoke briefly with Arthur, neither looking any too pleased when they finally exited the ballroom to join the others. Although Hermione was certain the look Mrs Weasley cast in her direction was not quite as harsh as she had expected.
Arthur said nothing when he returned to Hermione and Minerva, a look on his face that said he was fully resigned to the ear bashing Molly would no doubt give him when they got back to the Burrow and the sulky silence his son would subject him to.
Raffy returned to the ballroom a few minutes later, addressing Hermione.
"The young Master has asked me to inform you that everything is ready, and the rest of the party await your arrival."
Typical Draco mused Hermione, she could virtually see the almost childlike, "I can do it properly look lighting his pale features. The very proper request clearly meant as a dig at McGonagall, she noted from the older witch's face it hadn't gone unnoticed.
"Are you ready Hermione?" Asked Arthur Weasley offering Hermione his dark robed arm.
"Just a moment, Miss Granger." Said as they were about to leave the ballroom. "Thought I would, just use it one last time." McGonagall said smiling fondly at her.
The dress meant for the ball looked equally as stunning as a wedding gown. Its pale grey luminescence the colour of Lucius Malfoy's eyes, shone almost white in the dim light of the manor. She felt the tiny strand of green silk tingle at her nape, where Lucius had loosely tied her hair with it. Joy and anticipation cartwheeled in her stomach.
Minerva McGonagall pushed an errant wisp of hair from Hermione's face, before taking her wand from a pocket and circling it around Hermione's head. As she whispered almost inaudibly, the tiniest pearls, shades lighter than the jewellery she wore, appeared in her hair. They were threaded onto the thinnest shreds of tulle and wove their way in between the chestnut strands, giving the illusion of a fine veil.
"Perfect." She stood back to admire her handiwork. "You look simply beautiful my dear. Now I don't think that Lucius Malfoy is known for his patience. So Arthur…..."
The older witch gestured for him to lead off. Hermione gripped his arm tightly. Smiling he patted her small hand with fatherly affection.
Hermione moved in an almost dreamlike state, catching sight of herself in one of the mirrors in the hallway, she was unable to believe that the bride reflected in there was her. Only another array of pale faced Malfoy ancestors, muttering in apoplexy assured her otherwise.
The long corridor lit up with more candles as they moved along it, highlighting an array of flowers, which definitely hadn't been there earlier. Music softly permeated the air, a smile lifting her lips as Hermione recognised one of the pieces that had been playing in Lucius' study on her second day at the manor. She couldn't help but wonder, whose idea that been.
The doors to the drawing room swung open slowly, heralding their arrival. Strangely, Hermione's first thought wasn't of Lucius as she moved across the threshold on Arthur Weasley's arm, but of Draco. Knowing how he felt about this room, the terrible memories it held for him. It seemed odd that he would choose it for the ceremony. She doubted it was the only room in the manor big enough, but it did easily fit all of the assembled guests. However, it also bore little resemblance to the room that Draco had shown her just over a week ago, beautifully decorated with flowers that matched the hallway, their scent filling the room. Also like the hallway, candles lit the room, some drifting magically about the ceiling, others sitting on various surfaces. Hermione tried desperately to take everything in, not wanting to miss or forget a moment.
All of the guests stood as they entered the room and began to move down the centre aisle. Hermione's brown eyes darting across them, even unmasked, she still only recognised a half a dozen or so faces. Regret flooded her body for the briefest of moments, that all of her friends were not here to share her joy. Realising that the rest of the Weasley clan, not to mention Ginny and Harry would probably feel the same way as Molly and Ron, she pushed it aside. Enjoying the few faces she did recognise, amongst them of course Severus Snape. The half-smile on his usually stern face, reeking more of, I knew it, than happiness.
The expression on Draco's face veered someone between, the terror of "have I got this right" to a smug self-satisfied, "haven't I done brilliantly". Catching Hermione's eye, he winked at her. She couldn't help a playful wink back, letting him know that he had done more than brilliantly.
Finally her eyes fell on the man at Draco's side, his father, and the man who was about to become her husband, Lucius Malfoy.