When Hermione entered, her husband served her a cup of green tea without looking up. Lucius was drowning in paperwork and that early in the morning. The young witch ate her grilled fish and rice in silence. As soon as she finished the table cleared magically.
Watching him write a letter, she wondered why they were having breakfast in the formal dining room. The wood-table was huge and it was only the two of them, but considering they had a guest for dinner it made sense to make herself familiar with the room.
Lucius finished his letter and sent Hyung-Min, his Korean magpie, off with it. From across the table, she recognized the Alphabet he used to put an address on the envelope as Cyrillic, which seemed odd.
"What was that about?" Hermione asked.
"I just mail-ordered a dragon. A trip to Russia might not be avoidable for us."
"Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlock's Convention in 1709."
Lucius raised a brow.
"Charlie," Hermione explained, " he has a soft spot for them and needs frequent reminding. Fred and George turned it into a drinking game... the more pressing question is, what do you need a dragon for?! You are a married man, you should act more responsible! I'm not going to give you any conjugal-visits!"
"Since you are my wife I am legally accountable for your actions and considering I do a lot of business with Gringotts, I ought to repay them the dragon you stole. Unless you are fine with not being allowed to enter the bank."
"That's outrageous. You are only responsible for your own doing!"
"You do know what marriage implies."
"I do, for muggle, it means shared financial responsibility, tax-advantages, and visiting rights..."
"For wizards, there is also the possibility to share one's prison sentence. Although this right is rarely enacted. I believe Lady Greengrass decided to take half of her husband's 25-year-sentence if he would grant her a divorce afterward..."
"You don't expect me to?"
"No, I do not have a desire to ever return to that hell-hole..." He studied his wife. She had a lot of questions but he was running out of time. He walked over to her and kissed her temple. "You have nothing to worry about."
"Hard to believe when your husband just bought a dragon."
"What are those atrocities you are having on your body?" he deflected.
Hermione was wearing an oversized burgundy sweater and a pair of blue jeans, that was about two sizes too big for the lean witch.
"It's my normal day wear! There is nothing wrong with it," the young witch protested.
"It is awful," the older wizard exclaimed and plucked the sweater from her body. He threw it into the fire. Hermione couldn't believe he had just done that. How dare he! The older wizard examined the witch who's underwear was just as boyish as the rest of her outfit.
"If you were rather a wizard you should tell me. I am confident in our ability to figure something out. I do like anal-sex."
"Lucius!" Hermione shrieked, "Why would you say something like this?"
"You nearly starved to death and you bind your breasts."
"This is a sports-bra," she defended herself.
"You do not exercise."
"No, but it's comfortable and keeps everything in place."
He freed the witch and the black sports-bra joined the sweater in the fire.
"Lucius! You can't burn my stuff!"
"Yes, I can," he replied pushing the witch backward onto the table.
He shamelessly stared at her bare breasts. Stubborn as she was, the teenager refused to give in and stared back. Her soft breasts looked delicious with her pink nipples hardened. The older wizard could not help himself and suckled on them. Nibbling on her soft pale skin, he slowly moved down her body leaving small traces of saliva on her. His long fingers opened the zipper of her jeans and he dragged them off her body.
"No jeans under my roof, you only destroy the tatami."
Hermione wanted to protest but the denim was already burning. Her panties were washed out and even in her current state too small while her black socks were much too big. The young witch didn't like shopping and avoided it mostly. The socks were her fathers, she needed some and found them after her mom did the laundry. They fulfilled their purpose and kept her feet warm and there was absolutely nothing wrong with them. They didn't even have holes in them.
"Don't their my fathers!"
"If you need socks wear mine. I will not tolerate your wearing another man's clothes."
"You have to," Hermiona answered after rescuing them from their burning fate.
He reached for the waistband of her knickers. His thumb stroke over her sensitive clit.
She would be lying if she said she wasn't aroused. She loved the massive wood-table from the very beginning and being sprawled over it naked was a secret fantasy of hers. She didn't mourn the loss of that old pair of knickers as it vanished into the flames.
While the dark wizard parted her folds with one hand. The other loosened his tie. Her wetness was running down her but forming a little puddle on the hard surface. As he watched the little witch lying on the table with her legs slightly parted for him to devour. He reached into his tailored trousers and freed his cock watching her breath heavily.
Lying absolutely naked and spread in front of a much older, meticulous looking fully dressed Death Eater excited the teenaged girl more than she liked to admit to herself.
He leaned down, burying his face in the curve of her neck to inhale her soft scent. He couldn't resist the urge to bite her, mark her as his while he rubbed his exposed member along her sensitive sex. As a precaution, he grabbed her arms and pinned them down above her head before he slowly inserted himself into her wet cavern.
It stretched her nicely around his tip and made her eager for more. She was wet and tight for him. Sweat was already forming on her skin and her firm tits bounced to his slow thrusts. Knowing he got the angle right he put more force into his movements. Hermione arched her back wanting to feel him even closer. It took a lot of strength to keep her clawed hands pinned down.
She was moaning while fucked her with his hard, thick cock rubbing all the right places. Soon it became impossible for her to keep her eyes fixed on her him. She closed them concentrating on the delightful sensation he was invoking between her thighs.
The teenage witch meowed feeling tingles of pleasure rising up from deep inside. Her body was jolting and shivering and he couldn't help but catch her nipple with her mouth before biting her lower lip.
His cock still moving in and out of her was clenched by her vagina walls. She whimpered as he started to impale her deeper and faster. He was getting close but didn't want to come before her as if it was a tournament.
Lucius was the first to find his release deep inside of her filling the young witch with his hot semen. She followed him over the edge while he was still filling her. Her pussy squeezed his shaft keeping him locked in place. He collapsed onto her. His breathing was erratic.
Letting go of her wrists he rolled to the side in an effort not to crush the petite witch. She was still trying to catch her breath when he put a lock of her bushy hair that had come loose during their coupling behind her ear. He kissed her temple before tucking himself back in.
He retrieved his chained watch from his waistcoat. What appeared to be a lot of time left had puffed into thin air. It was now too late to change before heading into town. He looked with pride at the young witch breathing erratically spread out in his dining table still dripping his seed. The older wizard liked the view.
He placed a few documents close to the edge of the table telling her to drop them off at his office and was about to leave.
"Not so fast. You can't just leave me like this. You first need to kiss your wife goodbye."
"Mm," Lucius purred.
He returned and leaned over her placing a chaste kiss on her lower lip. Wanting to leave for work he found Hermione to have grabbed him by his tie.
"You bastard. You slipped me calming draught, didn't you?"
"You did marry a Slytherin."
"Do you really have to leave?" she asked with pleading eyes.
"Yes, and thanks to you, I reek of sex."
Hermione giggled.
"What am I supposed to wear? You destroyed my clothes."
"In the paulownia cabinet in the second drawer from the top is a greyish tsumugi and quite frankly I do not see a need for you to wear anything beneath," he teased.
An elf handed him his lunch box and the dark wizard vanished through the fireplace.
Hermione remained lying on the table for a moment. That man was unbelievable. Since the calming draught has not yet worn off she felt very little homicidal. After all, he had no right to drug her but at the same time, she was glad he did it. The young witch really needed to know how nice it could be with him when they were tender and not just venting steam. She only wished he could have stayed. They could have taken things to bed for another round and she would have napped in his arms.
Suddenly the witch was pulled out of her chain of thought by a 'meow' from beneath her feet. She jumped up, her blood pressure spiked, and crossing her legs and covering her boobs with her hands, she tried to protect her modesty from her furry roommate.
The little kneazle stared at her. Hermione's face turned bright red under the feline's scrutinizing gaze. She would bet Shirona knew exactly what she had done and scolded her for her inappropriate behavior and thoughts. In her embarrassed state, the young witch managed to accio her blanked wand- and wordlessly for the first time. She was thrilled that her practicing was paying off and she got better in channeling her abilities.
Wrapped inside her blanket she went to the bathroom and washed. Before dressing, she wondered if she should indulge her Death Eater or simply put on a T-shirt. Realizing that wearing anything with sentimental value would be a grave mistake as her husband was likely to destroy it, she opted for the kimono.
It was way too long for her, probably extra manufactured to fit a tall European. She tied it loosely to allow her arms free movement because she had to sort through all the items scattered around in the rooms she planned on using for entertaining their guest.
Hermione should have known that having Lucius' friends for dinner was different from sharing a half-frozen half-burnt pizza with Ron and Harry, but inviting the wizard felt like the normal thing to do. She couldn't have known that every social gathering was more like a pissing-contest but than of course, Lucius Malfoy hardly represented the average wizard.
She placed all the items she found bearing the Inutsuki-crest in huge cardboard boxes. While sorting through the tableware she was glad to be a witch as she could simply levitate the pottery into the boxes without having to get up. Hermione, with the help of her elves, stored them away in one of the many unused rooms and not wanting to evade the issue any longer decided to tackle the documents Lucius left for her on the table.
The first sheet of paper was for her marriage certificate. She had a lump in her throat. For some reason filling out the necessary paperwork made it feel real. Her husband hadn't yet filled out his part, which annoyed her immensely. What was the point of having an older husband if he won't help her with the bureaucracy?
Luckily the form was pretty straight forward and not too hard to fill out. They only needed her name, date of birth a drop of blood, and her ID. What really bothered her was that she couldn't fill out those things for her husband. It seemed like something a wife would normally do.
What kind of wife doesn't know her husband's full name, his birthday, or how old he was? She felt like a complete failure. What humiliated her, even more, was the fact that his secretary surely knew all those things.
At least she knew how their bond was formed. She ticked the box for the traditional bloodbond and the one for the mediated blood-induced vow leaving the boxes for the standardized binder mediated vow and the standard contract empty.
It was almost funny that they left the regulated ways to marry aside and went straight to the potent blood-magic. In most countries, people opted for less far-fetching contracts and marriage-light. Separate accounts have become common and prenups are standard among wealthier individuals. The trend showed clearly that the idea of till death does us part has moved in favor of easy divorce.
Yet somehow Hermione managed to do the exact opposite. She wondered if blood magic was outlawed in Britain to protect silly teenagers like herself from their own stupidity but having lived with a Slytherin and survived a civil-war have thought her that it was probably a move made to have more control over people's lives.
Being not too familiar with the dark arts she wondered what exactly she had signed up for but there was too much going on right now and he surely wouldn't keep her busy on purpose, would he?
Eager to use her newly acquired Hanko, she placed them next to his. They looked almost identical. She was about to sign the document, force of habit when it dawned to her that she was now a Malfoy. That thought scared the young witch. Does it mean that she had to fill tons of forms and file for new documentation? She had no idea how to deal with authorities and their paperwork. Where was her husband when she needed him?
She took all the forms and tightened her kimono to look presentable before flooing to Nippon Ginkou. Having been there so often finding Lucius' office was very easy. His secretary blinked twice as the young witch entered the room. She knew her boss has found a new witch to admire his striking figure but she had never seen her without polyjuice and Hermione did not look like the blue-eyed model-figured beauty she expected.
"Is Lucius somewhere around?"
"Sumimasen"
The young witch handed reluctantly and not without a lump in her throat the secretary the documents. The older witch hushed a look at the papers and congratulated the war-heroine. She caught herself a fine wizard who fathered cute babies. Thinking of Draco as a cute baby, Hermione had a hard time suppressing the laughter.
"When will my husband," those words felt foreign almost as if someone else said them, "return? I could wait, so we could eat lunch together..."
"It could take a while. I'll leave him a message for you, Marufuku-sama."
"This won't be necessary. I'll see him at home. Have a nice day," Hermione said leaving the room hoping she didn't show her disappointment.
Of course, she knew it was too much to expect him having time for her when she dropped by unannounced, but it still hurt. They literally just married the day before yesterday and she was already left alone at home and the sympathetic looks of the office lady made her feel like a stupid child or as if everybody knew she was cheated on.
She rushed home before anybody saw the tear forming in her eye. She sat down on the tatami leaning against a wooden pillar with Shirona in her arm, crying and feeling sorry for herself. Why did it all have to be so difficult?
After a couple of minutes, she wiped the tears from her eyes. She knew it wasn't her husband's fault that she felt so vulnerable but she was way out of her comfort zone. Life is funny whenever you think you've figured it all out, it changes the rules.
Part of why she enjoyed staying with Marufuku-san was that she liked leading a normal life, distant from wars, hatred, and nightmares. Now she was a Malfoy, her nightmares have returned and she was struggling to be a presentable wife. So much for having a normal life.
Staring at the wall hoping to find answers to her problems in the handmade paper screens for minutes, Hermione realized with horror that the subtle shimmer in the paper followed a pattern. It was the Inutsuki-crest.
She jumped up and ran into the rooms close to the genkan to study the wall-art. She easily recognized the family crest but there were other patterns worked in on the other walls. Hermione was sure that they had a meaning, everything in Japan had, but she wasn't familiar enough with the culture to now which.
Rushing upstairs to their rooms which were located in a significantly less fancy part of the castle, that's why Hermione choose them after all, she studied the walls in detail for the first time since she moved in. She discovered to her relief that the paper wasn't adorned in anyway, no color, no mica, no nothing.
She carefully removed the sliding doors and walls from their frame to switch them with the fancy ones from downstairs. The war-hero giggled. It felt like blasphemy to remove the beautiful artworks to display blunt paper in order to make a good impression.
The middle-class girl at least, felt now a lot more comfortable in the rooms she rarely entered before but something was missing. Going through the content of her bag Hermione found photos of her loved ones. Not wanting to damage the paper and not trusting her wandless-magic skills she bought a few frames in a 100-Yen shop.
She placed a photo of her parents next to the one of Harry, Ron and her. Seeing them made her cry. The young witch missed her muggle parents and she blamed herself for their absence in her life. Maybe she shouldn't have obliviated them if only she had thought of a different way. The teenager would have done everything to keep them safe but know that the war was over she felt that not knowing if they were well and happy as troubling as knowing they have passed.
Wiping the tears from her cheeks she placed their wedding-photo next to it on the cupboard. She even found a picture of Draco. It wasn't a pretty one but unless Lucius had a better one that would have to do.
Hermione spent countless hours preparing for the dinner and still wasn't satisfied with the results. When the first parcels with table-ware arrived, she had been still enthusiastic about using her Hanko but that feeling quickly wore off. She was knackered and decided to never ever again invite her husband's friends.
Hermione hated that she didn't have more time to do the chores well but a look at the clock told her she ought to get ready. She fastened the kimono and applied a bit of lipstick and mascara. Looking acceptable she began passing through the genkan.
She was anxious. Her husband had not returned from work yet and she desperately needed him to correct her mistakes and tell her that she did well enough. Their guest was about to arrive any minute, he wasn't scheduled for the next 37 minutes but that was soon enough to make the witch panic, and she needed Lucius for the final touches and to brief her on what's to come.
Her hand shivered and tears clouded her vision. The Death Eater wouldn't abandon her just like that, would he? Her breathing became labored and her hand wandered up and behind her neck. Thanks to her long nails breaking her skin was easy and she scratched the sensitive tissue. Too late the young war-hero realized that the marks were visible.