I still don't own the characters.
Hermione walked around the large manor, the endless halls, rooms, and pictures amazed her. Lucius told her to meet him in the library when she was ready for bed. The large kitchen was her first stop filling up on snacks and talking to the elves trying to get them to call her Hermione instead of Madam Malfoy; they finally listened after a few hours and pleadings.
The personal studies caught her attention the most with their gracious fires and homely fell to them. The painting of the generations looked and smirked as she walked by with Gryffindor pride. The west wing belongs to her son-in-law who was happy to show her around his wing talking about his father and his mother.
Narcissa caught her attention the most, the woman who dared her heart to love Lucius even with his faults. The blond hair beauty that; caught the attention at the parties, with out her even trying. How am I going to fill this woman's robes and be a wife that she was? The woman could charm and be friendly to the world around her even though the life her husband made ended up killing her. Hermione wondered closer to the library. I can't match up to her I am not even a pure blood I am just a common muggle born witches. She opened the doors to the library and found Lucius sitting in a leather chair sipping red wine in a crystal glass he stared at the roaring warm fire that blasted the chill from the night air. His face looked normal but his eyes gave him away for a second, the loss of his first love.
"My child bride," he threw the contents into the fire watching the fire grow from the alcohol, "Time for bed."
Hermione blushed at his meaning. "Yes sir." She walked up to him.
"You a virgin?" he bluntly asked.
She nodded.
"That saves us a lot of trouble you know." He placed his unloved hand on her cheek. "You're scared." He smirked.
She turned her face from him.
"Don't be." He claimed his bride with his welcoming lips.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. His silk hair fell from the ribbon that held it out of his eyes. She let out a little moan as he picked her up and carried her to bed. He carried her, as a bride needs to be carried.
Hermione never knew how he carried her to his no she corrected her self their bed. The silk coverings wrapped around her body as he pulled away. The lust in his eyes showed through as he stood up and turned away. Without a reason he left her to lie alone with tears I her eyes. What did I do wrong? Was I that bad? What are you saying he doesn't want to touch a muggle-born witch? The tears flowed freely from her cheeks.
"That is what you always will be...a mudblood." She let the tears flow freely not noticing that Lucius walked into the room.
Lucius watched her cry she looked innocently. "Miss G-Malfoy." He stopped him self. "What is wrong?"
"I am sorry that you had to marry me. I know that I won't be better than a mudblood, and I accept that. But can we please get this night over with." She faced him. "My name is Hermione can you call me that?"
"Yes Hermione I can call you that." He sat down on the bed with his new wife.
"My father raised me to believe that muggle borns are equal to the pure blood and to some people they are but to most pure bloods they see you as dirt including my son. You put shame to some of the pure bloods out there. I wouldn't want my son dueling you, you could kill him before he could get a words out." He smiled and pulled her close to him. "You are the greatest witch in along time."
The tears stopped, "this is one of them times that we don't talk about in public isn't it?" she smiled.
"Yes Hermione. It is one of those times." He pulled her lips close to his, "you can invite Ron and Harry here or you can too Diagon Alley with them." He placed his lips on hers and traced her lips with his warm welcoming tongue.
She blushed as he pulled away to remove his shirt. His body carved from stone the shoulders and chest came to a small V as they narrowed to his hips. His stomach flat and well formed with a little scare above his right hip. Then she looked at his forearm the burn that placed him as evil showed on his skin. The skull and snake mocked her, as she looked harder at the scare.
Lucius cupped her face, "that means nothing." He turned her face to wards his.
Hermione closed her eyes and nodded her head. Then she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the cold eyes of her husband, "he means nothing." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. "He means nothing." She whispered as Lucius slowly pulled her black shirt over her head and soon after her blue jeans hit the floor and there she lay underneath her groom with matching blood red panties and bra. Her sun died red hair stead across the silk sheets.
"You just had to wear red." He smirked as he kissed her neck.
"What prefer green?" She giggled as he nipped her ear sending her body in an uproar. "Or do you like black better."
"No red looks far better than black and green." He unclipped her red lacy bra and threw it behind him.
"Oh this is fare here I am dressed next to..." Her words stopped when her matching panties hit the floor.
"As you were, saying Hermione?" He pulled away and looked at her body. Her body was perfect from her round firm breast to her small waist, her hips curving sharply out and her toned thighs hiding all her little secrets.
"Um," she blushed as he stripped his pants, "um I forgot." As she watched him strip of his pants, finding out that, he wore nothing underneath.
He traced her face with the back of his hand. "Such a goddess," he smiled as his hand traced down between her breast and to her flat stomach.
Hermione slowly opened her legs as he paced her over her hips. His longs finger soon found her core.
"Already for me I see?" He smirked, "tell me now if you want me to stop." He slowly nested between her thighs. "This is going to hurt."
"I already know." She braced her self.
With once steady push, she let out a pearly tear that fell down her face.
"Give it a minute the pain will go away." He whispered staying in control.
Hermione loosened up as the pain faded and the want to continue replaced it, "OK, take me away." She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Hermione felt like her body was floating up higher and higher until both of their releases brought both of them down to earth.
Both lay panting there body warm from each other. Lucius rolled on his back as Hermione lay on his chest not caring about the world around her.
"Wow," Hermione managed to say with a smile on her before she fell into peaceful dreams of her new husband.
Kinda short, I know. I don't believe that I wrote that. (Rebel blushes.) That is another chapter.