A/N
Hi!
RL was rough for me for past months and this was also a reason for a longer break here. But I'm back, hopefully my life would settle a bit now.
Many thanks to my biggest supporter and beta, Ann, for polishing this chapter. You are my hero! I owe you a lot.
And back to the story, it's one of the longest chapters and I think one of the fluffiest you will get in this story. I hope you would enjoy this little insight into their established relationship before we would dive depth in into mess of the past events.
Please be aware that this chapter contains sensitive content: pregnancy and mentions of past miscarriages, as tagged.
But also there is fluff, love and smut you all have waited? Hah.
enjoy.
Present
Astoria had insisted they stay at Malfoy Manor for a few days. In her opinion, Hayden should be able to familiarise himself with everything that was happening in the magical world, and in Oakshire it would be hard to achieve.
It was a very difficult decision for Hermione — she had so many memories from Malfoy Manor, many of them still painful. Malfoy Manor was a place where she went through some of the darkest moments of her life and she didn't want to come back to that era, never. Unwanted memories could trigger an attack. Eventually, at Draco's polite urging, she agreed and the joy painted on Hayden's face made up for her hesitation. For him it was just another opportunity to spend more time with Draco. Draco was his beloved brother and nothing could change that.
Lucius was initially concerned, but he didn't object and just nodded. Hermione's decision was theirs, because they were on the same wavelength.
The summer weather was wonderful, it was warm and pleasant – the gardens of Malfoy Manor looked even more beautiful and opulent than the image she had kept in her mind for fifteen years.
Hermione stepped out onto the patio and tightly wrapped her shawl around herself – the evening was surprisingly cool for the height of summer. In the distance, she saw Draco spending time with Hayden, the two discussing something fiercely. Apparently, Hayden was explaining to Draco the technological innovations that were now available in the Muggle world. And it was not the easiest topic, because it required full concentration to understand it.
Hermione smiled under her breath, her gaze involuntarily wandering to another part of the gardens. She wasn't surprised to see Lucius' shadow at Narcissa's grave. She threw the shawl tighter around her neck and started walking towards him. When she was close, she knew Lucius realised she was walking; she could see the feline movement and the rustle of his fine hair as he turned slightly and listened to her footsteps.
After so many years, he was able to flawlessly catch the moment when she was walking among the crowd. He knew the rhythm of her steps by heart, she didn't even need to speak.
She walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder, he grabbed it tightly and squeezed it gently. They stared silently at the white marble tombstone for a long moment.
"She would be proud of Scorpius." Hermione rested her cheek on his shoulder and he nodded, replying softly,
"She would be proud of many things, Hermione." His voice was not sad, but full of understandable contemplation.
Hermione had never tried to take the place of his first wife, never made an effort - she hadn't even thought about it. It was actually the last thing she wanted. On the other hand, Lucius never mentioned her when it came to their marriage and never compared them. For him, each of his wives was a completely separate chapter of his life, in a different, wonderful, but also painful way.
"Grandpa!" Scorpius silently appeared behind them to invite them on behalf of his mum to a late dinner.
Astoria fit perfectly in the role of Lady Malfoy and her presence was a great support for Draco. At first, Hermione thought that the choice for Draco was not obvious, but in retrospect, he couldn't have made a better decision. Astoria was ideal, unblemished.
"I was thinking about organising a ball in Malfoy Manor to mark your official return to society." Astoria's words to Hermione and Lucius were startling - like a bomb dropped out of the blue. Astoria had a placid face and a confident voice, while she said this. At least she tried to keep such appearances.
"Don't you think it's a bit early?" Lucius' polite voice did not break her confidence as she shook her head firmly.
"I believe not, the sooner you announce your return, the better it will be for Hayden. You can't hide him anymore, especially considering he's going to Hogwarts soon. Additionally, you are not any criminals, you didn't do anything wrong." The last sentence was very telling.
Hermione felt her hands tingle - and although Astoria was right and what she said sounded reasonable – she wasn't sure if she was ready for it, yet. And if she would ever be.
"We don't want to hide, but..." Hermione tried to say, but this time Lucius silenced her.
"Hermione, let me send Scorpius and Hayden off to the gardens first before we continue this conversation." The two young men groaned in response as they listened to the discussion with curiosity. They were invariably curious about the story that no one wanted to tell them in detail. But as usual, Lucius was implacable, his decision was final, and only when they left did he take up the subject.
"I don't think your idea is bad and you are actually right, we are not criminals . However, due to Hermione's condition, I would prefer to avoid undue stress." His voice was balanced but firm, and all three realised the gravity of this situation.
"Of course, Lucius, Hermione's health is the most important thing now, so I'm taking her to a medical examination tomorrow. My sister, Daphne, is one of the best Healers working at Mungo's." Hermione raised an eyebrow, then smiled slightly. "Only after the examination, if everything is perfect, will I continue the topic of ball. But I think we have to organise them as united Malfoy family."
"We have to show that you are not defeated and that you will fight to return to society on your own terms, not with a tucked tail." This time Draco joined his wife and his voice was quite tight, sounding like his father, "It's been a long time already and many wounds have healed. You can't go on living in hiding, especially now that Hayden is being used by the press. The world has found out about him, and rumours will continue to be fueled until you show up and silence them. Or you will deal with the legends that have grown up around you both. "
Hermione swallowed and Draco continued, "I also spoke to Potter and informed him that you were returning."
Hermione paled instantly, and Lucius glared at his son, but it lasted only seconds.
"I invited them to dinner tomorrow, Potter and his whole family." She hadn't expected to hear this, since she had just met Ginny, who said Harry didn't know anything. Apparently her furrowed brow and the question written on her face made Draco amused because he just shrugged and sighed.
"Astoria isn't the only cunning one in this house."
Hermione had to smile in response, it sounded like typical Draco Malfoy style from the old days.
"Additionally, Hayden will get to know James, and the more friends he has, the better. There is nothing worse than loneliness." Draco added and raised an eyebrow at his father, then at Hermione. As head of the Malfoy family now, he didn't have to worry about many things anymore, including his father's anger.
Almost fifteen years outside the magical world had taught Lucius Malfoy humility, so he only looked at his son and daughter-in-law with a faint surprise that ultimately resulted in a proud half-smile.
"Well, I'm proud of you, my son. And of you too, my dear daughter-in-law. "
After dinner, boys were allowed to return for dessert, and the rest of the evening went quite smooth and calm. Until Hermione had to go to Lucius' chambers.
Lucius and hers, if she was to be exact.
Sometimes they stayed overnight here, usually during the holidays, but today had aroused a lot of emotions in Hermione - positive and negative ones. Returning to the world they had left so suddenly was like a lightning strike on a clear, cloudless day.
The bedroom looked a lot like the memory she pictured in her head. It was dim inside due to half-obscured heavy silk curtains. The bed was covered with a dark maroon fabric, bedside tables with antique lamps placed on both sides. Dressing table and closed wardrobe door upholstered in silk. All their private belongings hadn't been here for a long time, so the only reminder of who owned those chambers was a painting of Lucius. Painting framed in a heavy frame, dripping with gold and luxury. Painted a good twenty years ago, it depicted a man who was a proud man. One who considered himself a perfect pureblood that time.
"I feel very strange." Hermione admitted and touched the bed rail with a trembling hand. Lucius stared at her and she continued, "It's kind of like using a time turner and going back to the past. Although we look different and it's been so many years."
"Time has only stood still here - everywhere else it is relentlessly flowing. All you have to do is look at me, Hermione." He smiled slightly, referring to his grey streaks in his hair and the lines that had recently appeared on his face. Hermione tilted her head and ran her tongue over her teeth.
For her, Lucius was one of the handsomest men she had ever met in her life. And although their road was bumpy and didn't seem like it should end felicitously, each day spent in exile with him was her happiness.
It had been a long process of falling in love: working through the little everyday things, through being with each other and learning from each other. Their relationship was not a love story on the cover of a romance novel, but if she had to go through again - probably she wouldn't change anything. Maybe apart from murdering Dolohov.
"I hope you're right." She smiled at him, and he raised an eyebrow. He recognised the mischievous gaze and shook his head in amusement, saying perversely, "Your hormones are strong, evidently, my little wife."
Hermione bit her lip in response and felt her throat immediately dry. Lucius was right, her hormones had been raging ever since she found out about being pregnant. And despite all the stressful events they'd experienced, her libido was going wild all the time.
"I can't help it," she replied innocently, narrowing her eyes as Lucius walked over to her and grabbed her buttock tightly.
"Is that so?" His whisper against her neck made her body shudder. Hermione licked her lips as his hand squeezed her bum again and the other grabbed her chin. "Very naughty, insatiable girl." He slid his long, cool fingers down the line of her neck, leaving a pleasant, slightly tingly feeling.
"Will you do something about it or would you let me ..." She purred, but didn't finish the sentence because he landed on her mouth with one agile movement. Dirty thoughts flashed through her mind, but their tete-a-tete was cut short when a boy with blonde hair slipped inside. Admittedly, neither of the two expected him to be there, but Hayden looked a little lost and dazed by the rush of emotion. When he saw his parents kissing, he was about to step back for a moment,but at the same time, they stopped and Hermione looked at him carefully and extended her hand towards him.
"Something happen, love?" she asked him softly as he walked over and snuggled tightly against her belly. She pulled him in and stroked his unruly blonde hair. He shook his head, but Hermione knew he was concerned.
"Can I sleep with you?" His slightly muffled voice made her half smile. Their son hadn't slept with them for quite a few years.
"Of course you can," Lucius answered, simultaneously patting him on the shoulder. "It's been a tough day for all of us. Do you want to read the Tales of Beedle the Bard together? "
Hayden nodded, Hermione waved her hand and summoned a book that was slightly falling apart. Fairy tales had always been a favourite of Hayden's and he loved coming back to read them quite often. And he especially liked to listen when Lucius took reading turns with Hermione.
They changed into pyjamas and settled comfortably on the enormous bed, then Lucius began to read. After he finished the first story, he realised that both Hermione and Hayden were asleep, so he put the book down, turned off the lamp, and fell asleep himself.
Hermione woke up in the morning and noticed that she was lying alone. Hayden and Lucius were gone, which was strange as she hadn't even heard them leave. Contrary to her fears, she slept very well and, above all, peacefully. She got up, dressed and went downstairs, but the ground floor was also quiet. Only on the terrace did she meet Astoria, who was clearly waiting for her.
Hey, did you sleep well?" she greeted her as Hermione stepped out into the garden and shuddered at the rather cool breeze.
"Yes, surprisingly well, thank you." Hermione smiled in response and frowned immediately, realising that only Astoria was standing in front of her. "Where is everybody?"
Astoria lifted the corners of her mouth and, hiding a smile, replied, "Draco and Lucius are doing some business with the company and decided to take the boys. And we should be off soon too, Daphne is waiting for us."
Hermione nodded and sighed. This was going to be a long day.
The Ministry of Magic had hardly changed during these fifteen years, everything looked like it was frozen in time. Lucius immediately felt very uncomfortable as he emerged from the green flames to the heart of the Ministry for the first time in years.
As soon as he put his foot on the black tiles, silence fell – it was so quiet he could hear a pin drop. Ministry employees stopped and almost all eyes fell on him.
Persona non grata; it was as if he had tattooed these words on his forehead, but he just gritted his teeth and looked around the crowd trying to find Potter.
Harry pushed his way through the standing crowd and, panting beside him, apologised,
"Sorry I am late. Let's go. " Lucius nodded at him, and Harry paved the way.
Lucius Malfoy walked proudly, his head held high and his face as haughty and arrogant as ever. As if nothing in his behaviour had changed over the years.
The Ministry of Magic once again brought back his worst memories and awakened those traits and behaviours that he would have liked to bury forever.
"Kingsley clearly objected to the meeting, he seems a little scared of your sudden return, Mr. Malfoy." Harry led him down side corridors, trying to avoid any further sensation and curious eyes.
"Lucius, I'm Lucius, I guess it's time to use names." Lucius said and Harry raised his eyebrows, then nodded.
Fifteen years with Hermione and the fact that Potter was almost 35 seemed like a good time to make such an offer. Especially now that the Malfoy position was drastically different from 20 years ago.
"Sure, I'm Harry." Despite the surprise in his voice, Harry reacted perfectly normally to this offer. "But back to the point, I think Kingsley realises that he will have to ... fulfil the promise he made to you."
"I wouldn't quite call it a promise ." Lucius said sourly, "Actually, the reason for this meeting is more of coincidence, it just happened now… I would like to tie some loose ends that I didn't have... the opportunity or the time to settle then." Lucius cleared his throat and Harry nodded. "I am very glad, Harry, that you are helping us. It means a lot to my wife. And to me."
For the first time in his life, Harry Potter heard something that sounded completely honest and was not an insult from Malfoy. Though hearing Hermione referred to as his wife was still weird.
"Er, all the pleasure is mine?" Harry replied, slightly embarrassed, but they had no time for further discussions as they had reached Shacklebolt's office.
The office where Kingsley's decisions brought them so much suffering and pain.
Harry knocked and they walked inside to spot Kingsley Shacklebolt standing behind his desk. When he noticed Lucius, his eyesight hardened, he took a defensive posture and crossed his arms. Kingsley had aged, and the process was not as gentle with him as it had been with Lucius.
"What a surprise, I shall say. Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy. " Kingsley's tone was surprisingly venomous, and neither Lucius nor Harry had expected such a reaction.
"Pleasure to see you too, Shacklebolt." Lucius' voice was cold immediately when he replied - he couldn't allow verbal skirmishes, there was no time for that. "Let's get straight to business - I came here for a specific reason and I have Mr. Potter with me..."
Daphne Greengrass, or rather Longbottom, was a charming and lovable Healer. Hermione immediately trusted her and felt comfortable during the visit. The last time with a healer was before they had fled in a hurry.
"Hermione, now let me ask you a few questions before we go into more detailed research. Questions may be uncomfortable, but I need this knowledge to properly understand your situation and choose the right course of action, and complete a treatment plan." Daphne smiled and took the paper and quill.
"How many times have you been pregnant before this pregnancy?" That first, innocent question was perhaps one of the harder questions for Hermione.
"Six. One of them was successful, he is now eleven. The rest I miscarried." Her voice trembled as she said it out loud - and so did Daphne's hand. She looked up and Hermione saw in her eyes a great deal of warmth, admiration, and something every doctor should have - empathy.
"Thank you, so this one is your seventh pregnancy?" She wrote something on a piece of paper and Hermione nodded. "Do you suffer long term with anything?"
Hermione bit her lip and shifted uneasily in the chair. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. After exhaling slowly, she said, "Yes. I suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder and I have panic attacks."
Daphne wrote down her answer, but Hermione felt that it wasn't what Daphne had expected to hear.
"How often do you have panic attacks? Do you sleep at night and how do you deal with them?"
"For the last fifteen years or so, it was rare. Once a year or twoI start having nightmares and the panic attacks follow. My husband usually helps me. I can even lose consciousness when the attack hits hard. " Her voice quivered. It was perhaps one of the few times she had actually said it all aloud, admitting her illnesses to herself. "The last attack was last week after almost a year with none. They always start with nightmares. So I somehow knew. And later…"
Daphne stopped writing and looked at her as she considered the next question carefully.
"Before your exile, did you ever report this issue to anyone, any Healer? Did you look for help? "
Hermione shook her head, feeling the unpleasant warmth creep up her cheeks. All these years she stubbornly refused treatment, and when she and Lucius had disappeared, the attacks calmed down.
"Never."
"I see." Daphne blinked a few times, and Hermione had the strange feeling that the question was more about the scandal that had turned them into outcasts. "Let me give you an exam now."
Daphne got up from behind the desk and asked Hermione to lie down on the couch while she put gloves on. She waved her wand several times and the basic parameters appeared above her head.
Everything glowed green and looked perfect. Daphne waved her wand several more times, still focused.
"You are starting the tenth week of your pregnancy based on my count. All diagnostics appear to be correct, the foetus is developing correctly. However… you have to avoid stress. In the meantime, I'd like to take your blood and track your miscarriages were for any indications of why they took place." Daphne pulled up Hermione's T-shirt and examined her stomach, then took a blood sample. "This is not a standard procedure and we rarely do it in the magical world, but looking at your history, I prefer to prevent rather than cure."
Daphne took off her gloves and returned to her desk, "Given that you are healthy physically, I would recommend that you avoid stress, eat plenty of vegetables, take vitamins and I will see you back here in two weeks."
She looked at her, then added hesitantly, "I would also consider therapy. Post-traumatic stress and panic attacks can be treated."
Hermione was silent, but her face was showing defiance - emotion she wanted to hide from Daphne.
Astoria insisted that after the med appointment, they deserved a quick visit to a spa to treat themselves and have a bit of relaxation time. Hermione was sceptical about the idea, but Astoria was tenacious and eventually got her way.
At the spa, Hermione decided to go for a relaxing massage, hair treatment and biological regeneration. After three or four hours, they both left satisfied. They both wore beautiful hairstyles, had professional makeovers and were relaxed like never before.
"I'm terribly hungry." Hermione mentioned as they left the building, and Astoria smirked. "I'm sure the dinner is ready and when we arrive, Ginny and Harry will be there."
Hermione had forgotten about Astoria's plans for a moment - she was used to the low-key, quiet life in Oakshire.
"I will apparate us, take my hand."
After a while, they were in a chamber that Hermione did not recognise at first glance - so it had to be bedroom in Draco and Astoria's wing. As Hermione wanted to leave, Astoria shook her head and, with a smile worthy of being Lady Malfoy, said,
"This is not the end of surprises."
Lucius engaged everyone in his secret plans, even Hayden and Scorpius. Of course, Harry and Draco were his greatest help, but the boys had equally important tasks.
Ginny and her children arrived at Malfoy Manor before Astoria and Hermione returned. Initially, James and Albus felt a bit uncomfortable seeing the two young blonde boys, but after encouragement from both Ginny and Harry, they broke the ice. They both had known Scorpius before, but Hayden was now their new friend.
However, when they heard that he was Hermione's son, they became more courageous and self-confident. Although neither one nor the other had ever met Hermione, they have heard a lot about her. First of all, she was a friend of their parents, especially their dad. And although she was never mentioned during visits to grandparents, they knew she existed. They saw many photos and portraits, reports from their parent's youth and stories about the fight against Voldemort
Besides their two sons, Ginny and Harry also had a daughter whom Lucius didn't know. Lily Luna looked like a perfect mix of her parents, but she felt quite uncomfortable being the only girl. Unfortunately for her, no one had a daughter, especially at her age. It might change soon, but the newborn would still be a newborn.
Lucius was getting more and more thrilled and nervous, on the one hand he knew that Hermione would be surprised and might get angry with him, but on the other... Their bumpy life path rarely allowed such romantic gestures.
Lucius made sure the preparations in the garden and venue were finished and, having received information from Draco, he went to change.
Everything was ready - only Hermione was missing.
Hermione looked at Astoria uncertainly, but Astoria only shook her head, still keeping the mysterious smile on her, a head with long red hair popped out from behind her, and a red haired mini-copy appeared as well.
"Hi, Hermione," Ginny greeted and smiled at her. "It's good to see you again and I would like to introduce you to someone, this is my youngest child - Lily Luna."
Hermione looked at the girl being a little stunned - once again she realised how little she knew about her friends' present lives. And the magical world in general.
Lily Luna gave a curtsy, which melted Hermione's heart - the girl was adorable. "Good morning, Aunt Hermione." She said shyly, then hid behind her mother with a smooth movement.
Hermione was speechless for a moment, but then cleared her throat and said, "Hello." Ginny decided Lily should join the boys in the garden, but the little girl resisted. Only Astoria's warm words and the mention of a treehouse seemed to convince her. Finally, she ran and only they were left in the room.
"I don't know what's going on, but I'm starting to get nervous." Hermione lamented, making Astoria laugh.
"You shouldn't be nervous, because there is no need. Today only delightful things await you, and Ginny and I are here to prepare you. "
"To prepare me?" Hermione paled slightly, but felt weak when Astoria opened the wing of her large wardrobe.
She immediately sat down on the nearest chair, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, "What is that supposed to mean?" She swallowed and stammered, and Ginny grabbed her hand,
"Some things in the past have not been done right, so now is the time to..." She paused to let Astoria finish.
"Fix them."
"But..." Hermione wanted to protest when they both shook their heads violently.
"I don't want to hear any buts anymore."
If ever someone were to force her to confess what her dream wedding should look like, it ... would probably not be much different from the one Lucius had planned. But no one ever asked her because… There was no time, place or opportunity for such a question.
Hermione was dressed in a wedding dress, quite modest, with bare shoulders and a long veil. In her hands she held a bouquet Astoria gave her - made of orange and blue flowers - it was really elegant.
When she saw the dress, the bouquet and the pleased expressions of the women, she understood what Lucius was planning. Why he slipped away, and avoided answering her questions. What she didn't know was that his plan involved not only Draco and Astoria, but also Ginny and Harry.
It took her breath away as she went out into the garden. The garden turned into a space for a magical ceremony - decorated with thousands of hanging candles and flowers. An emerald carpet was laid out on the grass, at the end of which stood an altar prepared for the ceremony.
At the altar, her husband, Lucius, was waiting for her - dressed in an elegant suit. She could see he was stressed out, but as soon as he noticed her, he genuinely smiled. Behind him she noticed Harry, who was clearly acting as Master of Ceremony.
She spotted Harry and Ginny's children on her right, and Scorpius and Astoria on her left. Draco and Ginny were witnesses, and Hayden ...
And when Hayden saw her, he squealed with delight, whispering, "You look beautiful, Mum." Then, realising he had to be more serious, he cleared his throat and said more forcefully, "I am honoured to lead you down the aisle, if you will let me."
Hermione felt her knees soften - her own son would lead her to the altar… She nodded and offered him her hand, which he instantly squeezed tightly, then lightly. He tried to hold her hand in a different way than he always did, and after a while he gave up and just held it tightly. They walked on the soft carpet to the accompaniment of soft music, and Hermione was not quite believing what was actually going on here.
After all, they had already gotten married, years, years ago …
When they reached the end of the carpet, Lucius thanked his son by kissing his forehead and took Hermione's hand from his.
Having her hands in his palms, he placed a soft, delicate kiss on them making Hermione shiver, "May I?" he asked, looking up to stare directly into her brown irises. Hermione licked her lips and nodded, although still not sure what to expect.
Standing in front of Harry who nodded towards Hermione, Lucius grabbed both her hands and said,
"Hermione Jean Malfoy, will you do me this honour and marry me again in the presence of the governor of the Ministry of Magic?"
Hermione felt a wave of emotions sweep through her, and a lump appeared in her throat, when he added, "I know we have already married once and we can't recreate that moment, but ... I would like to renew our marriage vows in front of witnesses and guests and... do what I should have done long ago . "
Several people came out from behind the house and at the sight of them Hermione held her breath – Luna with her husband and child, Neville with Daphne, Dean with Seamus and… Charlie Weasley. Hagrid and McGonagall. Perhaps this number would not impress most people, but Hermione was incredibly touched.
She knew that everything Lucius had organised was a much greater expression of his love than his words.
He did it all for her.
Lucius, seeing her emotion, only rubbed her hand with his thumb and smiled, trying to mask his stress. It'll be alright, he mouthed and she nodded.
The guests approached and took their seats, which allowed Harry to get to the point. In his presence they renewed their wedding vows, just as they had done fifteen years ago, but beyond the usual words, their entwined hands were tightly wrapped with a golden thread.
Hermione raised her eyebrow - that wasn't usual based on her knowledge, but maybe that was what Lucius meant.
A thread that turned out not to be a thread exactly, but rather a spell spoken by Lucius. His melodious voice chanted words that sounded ancient and not necessarily English.
The colour of the thread turned from golden to emerald, and Hermione felt the wind blow through her hair. After a while the colour faded and the thread was gone, but Hermione saw a tattoo in place where it was wrapped.
It was almost invisible - only a trained eye could see the fine line. It was just below the simple gold ring she wore on her ring finger. Wedding rings they bought after Hayden was born to avoid additional questions about whether they were married or not.
Once Hermione was sure it was over, Harry asked Draco to come over. Draco smiled and stood at his father's side, handing him a suede box that Lucius opened gently.
Inside, Hermione saw the ring she… knew. She found it the same time she found the book After the War, Diaries . The same ring as she remembered, an ancestral memento of the Malfoys, passed down from generation to generation to the next lady ... Malfoy.
Her eyes widened as she realised the meaning of the gesture - Lucius Malfoy had officially announced her as Lady Malfoy and made Narcissa only visible as Draco's mom.
She would stand shoulder to shoulder with him, be placed on the Malfoy tree like a pureblood. Which meant that Hayden, like Draco, was becoming a full heir. And their unborn child as well...
"Hermione, by Lucius' will, you are officially placed in the Malfoy lineage as Lady Malfoy, and therefore you will receive the full inheritance you are entitled to, as well as your joint children. Draco Malfoy, the current heir, expresses no objection and will sign the agreement in front of you and a witness - Ginevra Potter - among others." Harry's voice was full of emotion - including the movement as he uttered the formula.
Hermione felt her head spin, but Lucius's strong handshake held her steadily against him. Just as Harry was uttering the words as an official of the Ministry of Magic, Lucius slipped a ring - a signet ring - onto her finger and tightened it.
"I think we can kiss now, Lady Malfoy," he whispered so softly only she could hear. She smiled for the first time, feeling tears burn the corners of her eyes. She nodded, and their lips joined in a gentle kiss. Considering the audience, that was the right move.
They were rewarded with a wave of applause – it meant they fully accepted their come back. At least within this small group.
His impatient hands slid over her soft neck as she wrapped her boneless arms around his neck. He pulled in a long breath before their hot lips met and she led him into a kiss, sultry and open-mouthed. She couldn't help but deepen it, her tongue sliding along his with passion and ease.
Hermione missed his touch, his nimble fingers, and the delicacy that ignited fire in every inch of her body. He missed how soft she was beneath his fingers.
"Are you sure Hayden won't come to us?" he whispered into her mouth and she nodded. His eyes darkened and locked on her face. "That's good, because there are some things I've thought of doing to you ..."
He paused without completing the sentence. His voice grew deep and hoarse, his eyes haunted and wild, "... but there was no way."
Hermione smirked and licked her lips coquettishly, "What exactly were you thinking about doing to me?" she asked, sounding lustful and he held his breath.
His dark, untamed eyes and his quivering lips told her everything. He pushed her towards the wall, and as she felt the chill of the wall, a shudder shook her body. His hands slipped from her neck and landed on her now naked breasts - every brush of his knuckles against her skin was like electricity, a little spark, flickering and settling onto her hips. "You had a beautiful gown, but I much prefer it when..." His rough, warm voice made her thigh rub against his thighs, "you're completely naked, just like now."
"Lucius," she groaned in frustration, feeling the tell-tale slickness of her arousal between her thighs, "I need more, please."
Lucius huffed a shaky and warm breath, then kissed her shoulder, "More?"
"Yes, ple–e–aase. I want it rough and raw," she panted and he couldn't say no to her.
It was the only encouragement he seemed to need.
Then he was kissing her - his mouth roamed down her neck to her chest licking into her mouth, feeling the shape of her lips against his. The familiar, soft puff of her breath, the little moan as her arms wound around his back to hold him closer. He pulled her hard against his body with both hands on her waist. She was already wet, wetness dripping between her thighs.
He felt her fire, her boneless limbs, and his erection bumping against her sweetest, slippery and slick place. He pushed her legs apart with no finesse, making Hermione moan. He wanted to be gentle, to gently slide inside her.
But Hermione wanted raw, rough fuck and what his wife wants she gets.
He thrust into her in one sharp movement, taking control of the situation. Fucking her exactly the way he wanted to fuck her. The way she needed him to fuck her.
It was how it worked during those years.
With every one of his sharp thrusts into her, he was further buried in her sweet spot, her body flared with heat.
"More," she growled with a keening sound as she threw back her head, relentlessly moving her hips against his - this inching, squirming shift of her hips causing him to want to pound her into the mattress.
Lucius breathed loudly, speeding up his movements. He nuzzled her temple, groaning, grasping her hip to roll her in time with his own. He teased the sensitive spot making Hermione twitch and whimper.
She reached her pleasure, reeled in wicked delight – shattering climax – so did Lucius.