Previously on A Tale Of Two Wizards Full Circle: Chapter 61
Hermione couldn't help the involuntary crease between her eyes. She wanted to speak to Matt just not during dinner. However, when she glanced at the mobile, she was surprised to see Emilio's name.
Hello love. How is everything going in Milan?
Everything went fine in Milan. I am now back at MCC and will be coming through in time for dinner. If you can hold off for thirty minutes or so, I'll be able to share a meal with my two favorite people. Don't fix dessert. James sent a lovely cream cake home with me.
Lowering his voice, Emilio shared a naughty thought.
I know an absolutely clever way for us to work off any cream cake calories and it will take place in the new bedroom.
Hermione giggled at Emilio's nonsense.
Scorp and I will wait dinner for you, but don't be too long. Your someday son has advised me he is hungry. As far as working off calories, that might have to be put off. I believe Scorp wants to discuss when and how we will be moving, and if there are any extra babies hanging around.
Emilio burst into laughter.
My little wizard. I don't like disappointing Scorp. Perhaps we should work on making a baby. I'm willing.
Alright Mr. Lozier. You've had your little joke. Tidy up your desk then get that handsome arse here so we can eat. We're waiting.
Okay love. I'll be there in less than thirty. Love you.
Love you more Mr. Lozier.
After laying the mobile down on the table, Hermione happily called upstairs for Scorp. He'd be chuffed that Emilio had finished his business and would make it to the house in time for dinner….. and questions.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^/
A/N: I may have misspoke in a previous chapter. The Fieldcrest Event will be held Saturday, 11/7/09. Mea Culpa. It will be corrected going forward.
A Tale Of Two Wizards Full Circle: Chapter 62
Before calling Hermione, Emilio had spent time explaining to Matt and Gas what went on in Milan. He shared how James had been surprised as well as overwhelmed by what was being offered.
"In the many years I've known James, he's never been left speechless over anything. Today I had the opportunity to leave him speechless. His first thoughts were to leave MOMI without even packing up his desk. Of course he was joking. In his words, he is being offered the opportunity of a lifetime, but has to reflect on what he really wants to do. I've left the whole thing in his lap and he will get back to us before the week is out. I've known James a long time. Even though he wants to do right by the Italian Ministry, I believe he will get back to us with an affirmative answer. With that being said, James is as upright as they get. There is a chance he'll turn down our offer to stay in Milan. I also took the liberty of inviting him to come through this coming weekend as well as to the Fieldcrest Event. I don't want to spoil anyone's weekend, but I proposed he meet with the three of us on Saturday afternoon here at MCC. James hesitated about a Saturday meeting as he doesn't want to take anyone away from their family during off time. If James is true to form, I'd bet galleons he takes a half day Friday to come meet with us, but we'll see. Suffice it to say he is enthused."
"Well done Mr. Lozier. I've heard a lot about Mr. Wooley most of it from you. It will be a pleasure to get up close and personal to see if he will fit in."
Emilio rolled his eyes in Matt's direction but didn't reply.
Gas added a few thoughts. "If we keep going, we'll have the whole of The Italian Ministry working in London."
"Only the important ones. We don't do anything half arsed." Added Matt. "I know you have a few ends to tidy up before you leave Emilio so I'll make this fast. Gas has relayed something that happened today concerning the FF. I'll let him explain."
Emilio turned so he was facing Gas. "Okay. What happened?"
Because it had upset Ezra, Gas had thought it best to explain himself to the management team. Since Emilio had been in Milan, he had made a full disclosure to Matt. "I foolishly scolded the four about how they should act at The Fieldcrest Event up to and including they not try to get a quick shag in the back garden. Ezra spoke up, but I believe I may have insulted all four. I apologized but I believe Ezra would have throttled me if given the chance. There you have it."
Shaking his head, Emilio turned to Gas. "A quick shag in the back garden? I know you've apologized and brought it to mine and Matt's attention, but it was thoughtless. Have any of the four ever given us cause to worry? We have four of the most brilliant, flexible, knowledgeable wizards in Britain on our staff and one of the management team sees fit to address them that way. Undermining staff is a good way to lose them to companies that will treat them as valuable employees. It's over and done, but as with any important matter, which scolding the FF applies, let's discuss the situation before not after."
Gas nodded in agreement. "Matt has basically said the same thing. I just need for you both to know it wasn't my intention to upset anyone. It won't happen again. I don't want to lose their respect or yours."
Matt had a few last words. "I will not undermine you Gas, but I will be speaking to the FF tomorrow morning before they leave on their assignments. You do not have to be there. I'll text them in a few minutes. That's all I have. Let's call it a day."
Emilio stood. "There are a few things on my desk so I'll be here for another thirty minutes or so. Goodnight Matt. Goodnight Gas. I'll speak to you in the morning.
Gas stood as well. "Alright wizards. I'll see you in the morning."
/*/
Emilio was reviewing the most important of the three contracts on his desk intending to get it sent that evening when Matt knocked on the door frame.
"Hello Matt. I've called Hermione to let her know I'll be there in about thirty minutes so I'm not up for any long winded conversation about what Gas has done wrong this time."
Matt simply concurred. "Alright Emilio we won't discuss it at this particular moment. However, at some point we will. I don't know what's going on with Mr. Maida, but it seems since I took over he has made some less than stellar moves. Perhaps it's me. Anyway, that scowl on your face speaks volumes. I'll let you finish up and get home to your family. Have a good evening."
Emilio sighed as he hurriedly signed, duplicated and stuffed the contract into an envelope. Summoning the after hours Messenger Service, he tapped his fingers on his desk while he waited for the envelope to be picked up. Contrary to what he'd said to Matt, right now might be the perfect time to discuss their CFO. Dialing Matt's mobile, Emilio asked that he stop back by the office.
/*/
Matt and the Messenger Service arrived at the same time. With the envelope picked up, Emilio asked Matt to have a seat.
"What you said about Gas rings true if you think about it even though, from all I've heard, he and Draco worked seamlessly together. Now, it's as though he can't get out of his own way."
Matt raised his wand to close the door. "As far as we know."
"As far as we know?" Questioned Emilio. "What does that mean."
"It means as far as we know Gas and Draco worked seamlessly together. Draco did not suffer fools gladly. I wonder if he allowed Gas to vary even the slightest from a specific set of rules."
Emilio thought about it for a second. "Are you thinking that Draco only allowed Gas to work within certain parameters and we have basically given him free reign and he doesn't know how to handle it?"
Matt nodded as he stood. "I know you need to get home to Hermione and Scorp so we won't belabor the point, but I'm asking you to think about it. Maybe the way to do it is to sit with Gas to discuss whatever is on his mind. I don't know. Think about it. I'll see you in the morning. My love to Hermione and Scorp."
Emilio nodded. "I'll see you in the morning. Matt."
"Yes cousin?"
"Don't overthink things. It might be as simple as he's overwhelmed with a new baby, purchasing a new home….."
"Perhaps it's all that and more, but would Draco have stood still for mistake after mistake? I think not."
"That's true Matt, but as we've both said at one time or another. The Draco Malfoy era is over. We are now in the Lozio era. It works both ways. We won't be throwing Gas to the wolves. We'll do whatever we need to do to help our CFO."
"You're right Emilio. Point taken. We'll talk tomorrow."
/*/
Ezra was angrily banging around his flat when he received a text message from Matt. Their CEO wanted a meeting with the FF.
"Oh good. Another blighter ready to take us over the coals and talk shite."
Ezra returned the text confirming he would see Matt first thing, but he was still angry. None of the FF had ever given their management team a reason to worry. He was insulted not only by Gas' words but his implication they couldn't be trusted. It would be all he could do to hold his tongue at the meeting.
Ezra finally got himself settled enough to have pork loin with boiled potatoes and gravy but not without the last thought. If anyone said one wrong word at the meeting, he would spill all.
/*/
Matt was just about the last one in the building which gave him quiet time to reflect on his conversation with Emilio among other things. He thanked Merlin for his level headed cousin. Emilio was right. They weren't going to throw Gas to the wolves but they were going to school him. If Gas wanted to remain among the big dogs, he'd have to step up his game.
Perhaps they could restructure in a way that would put less stress on Gas. Matt sat there reflecting on other ways they might restructure the firm. He had come up with a brilliant, alternate plan when he noticed the message light on his phone. Dialing in, he picked up his first message which was some nonsense from Seth. He saved it. The last message was from Hermione asking he go through his family documents to see if there were any photos of Ida or Caleb. Louis had made a request and she was trying to help out.
Louis had asked? After two hundred years, his ancestor was suddenly interested in photos. Leaning back in his chair, Matt thought about it. There were several photos among all the family documentation, but he hadn't had the chance to pay much attention as things had gone straight out as soon as Hermione and Draco had found him and Seth. All the documentation had been properly shrunken down, boxed and put aside. In fact, it was now laying in the same drawer in which he had found Draco's wand. There wasn't anything pressing at the moment so Matt decided to floo straight through to Milan to check. Anything for Mrs. Hermione.
/*/
It took Matt all of ten minutes to get himself together then floo through to Milan. Twenty minutes after that, he was going through the important documents that had connected him and Seth to Draco and Louis Malfoy. The more Matt sifted through the birth certificates, death certificates and notes. The more maudlin he became. He was reliving the worst of times. His sickly mum. His never prospering father and his irritable grandfather. All gone never having a good thing happen for them. Matt was surprised to feel a few tears drip down his face. Quickly wiping them away, he reminded himself he and Seth had been whisked out of poverty. He was now the CEO of a billion galleon company. He was a Beast and Seth was a wealthy entrepreneur. His family would have been so proud. Their lives would have ended so differently.
Matt pulled himself together. He was here on a mission not a self sabotaging journey to the past. As that thought passed through his head, his fingers touched a large, yellowing envelope. His heart skipped a beat as he pulled out the contents and found himself looking at photos of his mum and dad, his grandfather, two women who were probably his great aunts and a few even older photos he couldn't identify. The one photo that caught and held his attention showed a pretty but rather sickly looking witch with a newborn lying in her arms. It looked as though she was dead or at the very least, dying.
Matt jumped up out of the chair holding the photo close to his face letting everything else fall to the floor. It appeared he had found not only a photo of Ida Lozi, but probably the last one ever taken before she died. "I believe I am holding the only known photo of Ida Lozi and her son Caleb. This is phenomenal. Louis and Mrs. Hermione will be so pleased."
Laying the photo carefully on the table, Matt looked through the last of the photos and found one of a beautiful, young adult Ida and one of none other than a young Louis Malfoy with a large, red X through it. Matt was chuffed. Before he did anything else, Matt cast a protective spell over the three photos to preserve these amazing confirmations of Lozi and Malfoy history. He put everything back the way he'd found it except the photos he would be taking back to London.
Matt was excited with his find, However, rather than bother Hermione, Emilio and Scorp at this time of night, he flooed directly to The Luxe where he spent the better part of an hour studying the three photos. There were surprises in store for Louis Adrian Malfoy.
/*/
When Emilio entered Malfoy Estate, he was surprised no one had come out to greet him. Normally, he couldn't step a foot into the house without Scorp coming at him on a run. Being cautious, Emilio drew his wand. If there was trouble, he was ready. However, after two more steps, his someday son called out from upstairs.
"I hear something. Is that you Meelio? I'm hungry."
Emilio put away his wand before answering Scorp. "Yes little man it's me. Where's mum?"
Hermione came up behind Emilio wrapping her arms around him from the back. "Mum is right here. We're glad you're finally here. I believe Scorp is ready to chew on the furniture. Come on down Scorp. Emilio is here. It's time for dinner."
Emilio quickly turned so he was facing his witch. Grabbing her face in his hands, he left a bruising kiss on her lips. "Yes mum. It's Meelio home for dinner."
After giving Emilio a quick squeeze, Hermione headed to the kitchen to reheat dinner.
Scorp was coming down the stairs so fast Emilio had to caution him. "Hasn't mum asked you to be careful on the stairs?"
Coming to stand directly in front of Emilio, Scorp gave his response. "Yes Meelio. Mum always wants me to be careful, but Crissy and Dusty make sure I don't fall. They love me."
"Alright then. If that's settled, let's you and me go wash up. Can't have dinner with dirty hands."
"Nope. We can't have dinner with dirty hands." Replied Scorp beaming up at Emilio.
Turning to give Hermione a wink, Emilio led his mini me to the bathroom.
/*/
During dinner, Hermione and Emilio discussed his trip to Milan with him sharing what he had proposed to Matt and Gas.
"Sounds wonderful. Although, if you and Matt keep this up, there won't be a decent Minister left in Italy."
"Hahaha. You and Gas think alike. He's sure we won't stop at the one."
Hermione laughed. "James would make an excellent addition to MCC. I'd have all my handsome gits in one place."
Glancing quickly in Scorp's direction before answering, Emilio raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps I've been too hasty. Perhaps Mr. James Wooley should remain in Milan."
Hermione let out a soft giggle before turning the topic to other subjects. "Louis asked that I try to find photos of Ida or Caleb or both. It seems he wants his family, such as it was, near him."
"That's interesting. I wonder what brought this about."
"Well, whatever it was, I've started the ball rolling."
"How so love?"
"I called Matt intent on asking him to check through his documents and records to see if he could find anything. He didn't pick up so I left a message."
"I'm sure Matt will do what he can. Have you thought about checking through the old, Malfoy documents. Although it wasn't a long discussion, I do remember you mentioning that a few Malfoys had kept tabs on Caleb and maybe Ida as well."
It was like someone had turned their wand tip to the brightest setting. "Sweet Merlin Emilio. You're right. When everything was set back right, all that information was shrunken down and stored away in a closet. I'll have to take a look tomorrow. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could find something for Louis. He'd love me forever."
Emilio shrugged, glossing over the matter. "Sounds lovely. What else went on today?"
Hermione squinted her eyes in Emilio's direction but continued to share. "Scorp has inquired about moving house. He thinks Dusty, Crissy and Embers should start packing us up right away."
Scorp, who had been unusually quiet throughout dinner was chuffed it was finally his turn to speak, but he hesitated before sharing his thoughts. However, Scorp was Scorp. Not much could stop him from speaking up. "It's not time for Crissy, Dusty and Embers to pack us up. Mum will tell us when. We're not getting a baby, but if we do, it's our family business. Right Meelio?"
Hermione sighed as she raised her wand sending the leftovers to the kitchen to wrap and put themselves away wishing there was some spell that would take the words baby and babies out of Scorp's vocabulary.
Smiling on the inside, Emilio replied to Scorp in a firm manner. "We will not be getting a baby Scorp. We have to save all our love for you."
Scorp was beaming, but if Hermione and Emilio thought that was the last of it, they were wrong.
"Okay Meelio, okay. Do you and mum have to save up to get one?"
This time, Emilio couldn't help himself. He laughed out loud even as a pronounced frown appeared on Hermione's face. "No more talk about babies Scorp. When mum has enough money saved to get a baby, she'll let you know. Until then, keep your mind on young wizard things."
"Like reading and putting my jumper on by myself?"
"Yes Scorp. Like reading and putting a jumper on by yourself."
"Okay. I'd like some cream cake now."
"I think we can manage that little man. After cake, I'd like you to show me what you have learned."
"I'll eat my cake fast Meelio then you can see how smart I am."
Hermione corrected Scorp. "Not too fast love. You won't be able to show Emilio anything if you choke yourself."
Scorp nodded as he slowly brought the fork to his mouth.
/*/
After dinner, Hermione had Crissy bring down Scorp's baby book so he could show Emilio his reading skills. However, after two pages of sounding out words, Scorp's eyes began to close.
Hermione plucked her little man up off the couch. "I'm going to put Scorp down for the night. I'll be right back. When I'm back, I'll expect you to share with me just how many galleons we have saved."
Emilio let out a loud chuckle as he raised his wand to summon a Guinness from the cooler. He had put his foot in it and Mrs. Hermione might not be all that pleased.
/*/
As it turned out, Hermione complimented Emilio on the firm stand he'd taken with Scorp as she pinched every inch of the arm encircling her neck. "You wanker. We'll get a baby when I've saved enough money. As if. You do know from now until the end of time your someday son will want a running account of how much I've saved. Of course that will be after he gets correct pricing."
Emilio let out a loud snort. "Enough about the babies I can't have. I'd like a few kisses before I leave."
"And just what makes you think I'll be letting you leave? Perhaps I want us to make use of the new bedroom."
Pulling Hermione to him, Emilio whispered in her ear. "I'll never turn down an opportunity to use the new bedroom."
"Good, because I have something to show you."
Kissing Hermione up and down her neck as they walked the few steps, Emilio insisted they hurry because he loved surprises."
Hermione giggled. "I'm trying to set a sexy atmosphere. Stop being a dolt."
"Wanker, dolt. I'm not being anything of the sort. I just love surprises."
Hermione called Emilio a git as she closed the bedroom door.
/*/
Once the bedroom door was closed, Emilio began undressing as he watched Hermione wondering what the surprise could be. He found out quickly enough when Hermione came to stand between his legs.
"Undress me love." She whispered seductively.
Emilio wordlessly removed her shirt and bra before running his lips across her breasts. "You are magnificent love." He said, removing her jeans and knickers.
As Emilio's mouth moved down her stomach, Hermione gently grabbed his head pulling it up so she was gazing in his eyes. "I want to give you my surprise."
"If you keep that honey pot away from me much longer, the surprise will be me ejaculating all over your legs."
No response.
Going down on her knees, Hermione began massaging Emilio's outer thighs as she closed her lips over the tip of his engorged member. As she began manipulating his dick with her mouth, Emilio let out a loud groan.
"My love. My love. My love." Came out as a groan as Emilio spread himself wider. When he felt himself rising to orgasm, he grabbed Hermione and pulled her down on him whispering hoarsely. "You have given me so much Mrs. Hermione, and now this. Cum for me love. Cum for me."
Emilio's words were driving Hermione into her own frenzy. Placing her hands on either side of his head, and for every one of his up strokes she rode him down with two. After several minutes of wild sex, they groaned and thrashed their way to orgasm then laid there until Emilio's satisfied dick shriveled down on itself.
Hermione had fallen over onto her side but Emilio pulled her to him leaving kiss after kiss on her shoulder. "You've given me a great gift Hermione. One I never expected, but very happy to receive. I think you'll never stop amazing me."
Letting out a sigh of contentment, Hermione threw a leg over Emilio offering a bit of cheek. "So. Was this surprise better than a case of Guinness?"
Giving her shoulder a final nip, Emilio responded with a bit of cheek of his own. "Absolutely. But, I might have to rethink my stance on surprises if they are anything like this. I love you Mrs. Hermione."
"And I love you Mr. Lozier. My eyes are closing of their own volition. I think you've tired me out."
/*/
Emilio was tired as well, but there was no way he could fall asleep just yet with his heart pounding in his ears. His witch had given him something so unexpected. In their time together, she hadn't shown any inclination in that direction, which was fine with him. He loved her with or without fellatio, but tonight, tonight... He couldn't even finish the thought. Six months after getting the witch, he still couldn't believe how Merlin had smiled on him. After running things backward and forward in his head, Emilio finally closed his eyes with a smile on his face and an arm wrapped around his one and only love.
/*/
Even though they would be meeting with Theo Wednesday at 3:30, Sal and Seth took it upon themselves to check out other resources thinking if they spotted an adequate property they would bring the info to Theo. However, there weren't any properties around London that even began to meet their requirements.
"I believe what we are looking for will be far and away from London. Somewhere more rural." Sal remarked.
"Those are my thoughts as well Sal. I don't know if you remember a gigantic fire a while back. Almost burned down an entire village. I'm calling it a village but there couldn't have been more than four homes in total. It was a place called Ottery St Catchpole located outside of Devon. It's about one hundred twenty miles from London which might be too far away for our liking, but we should have a quiet look anyway. What can it hurt?"
"I do remember that fire Seth. Several of Hermione and Draco's schoolmates reside or used to reside in Ottery St Catchpole. The area has probably been rebuilt by now, but, as you say, it wouldn't hurt to take a look. Apparate or Portkey?"
"Portkey. I don't want to apparate and find myself in the middle of some bloody river." Huffed Seth.
Sal mimicked his partner. "I don't want to apparate and find myself in the middle of the bloody river. Which river would that be Seth? You sound like some frightened, old crone."
When he was through laughing at Sal's nonsense, Seth simply said. "Since you are so knowledgeable about the British countryside, I'll take my cue from you. We'll apparate. Give me the coordinates."
Sal turned bright red. After all his talk, he didn't know the first thing about Devon or the surrounding area. He chose to answer Seth in the affirmative. "Perhaps in this one instance, you might be right. We'll hire a portkey."
"Thought so," mumbled Seth. "I'm always right."
"Except when you're wrong." Sal shot back. "Come on then. The Portkey Office is this way."
Five minutes later, Sal and Seth were stepping up to receive their portkeys.
The last words out of Sal's mouth before the portkey carried him away had been cheek. "See you there mate. Please don't land in the river."
Seth's only reply had been domkop.
/*/
After landing safely, Sal and Seth were chuffed to see that the land had been allowed to revert to its natural state. As far as the two wizards could see was a sea of grass with wildflowers scattered here and there.
"I don't use this word too often, but this could be the perfect location for a branch of SSE. The worst that can be said is we'd have to reassess the name. SSE London won't work." Offered Sal as he began walking the property.
Following behind Sal, Seth shrugged. "Even though it wouldn't be as familiar as SSE London, SSE Devon doesn't have a bad ring to it. We would make it familiar as we have done with our other branches."
"That's true Seth, but this land may not be available. We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves until we've spoken to Theo."
Giving his mate a strange look, Seth muttered something akin to a Draco truism. "If the land isn't available, we'll make it available by extending an offer the owner or owners can't resist. If that fails, we'll kill them."
Laughing loudly over the nonsense coming out of Seth's mouth, Sal walked away intending to see more of the lovely area. "By the way, You may utilize the return portkey if you wish. I have my bearings. I'll be apparating back to The Luxe." He called over his shoulder.
"Since we're being churlish, I won't mention I also had that idea. I too have gotten my bearings and will gladly apparate back, especially since there isn't any river in my path."
Sal howled as he threw up his hand to wave Seth off. His partner could be such a tosser.
/*/
Gas had his eyes glued to Evan as he rocked him to sleep, but was speaking to Seana. "You're staring Seana. What's on your mind?"
"I just love watching you with our son. You are such a lovely father."
Gas glanced over at his wife with a wide grin on his face. "Thank you for the compliment love, but how can I be anything else when our baby is such a handsome boy. I will say, as hard as you tried to deflect my comment, it didn't work. You have something on your mind and I'd like to hear it before it overwhelms you and I find myself hexed."
Seana cleared her throat.
Gas looked up from his son once again. "I'm going to put Evan in his crib. Then we'll talk."
As soon as Gas put Evan down for the night, he beckoned Seana to come sit beside him. Pulling her close, Gas asked if six weeks were up yet.
Seana was quick with her response. "How old is Evan?"
"What does….? Oh, I see what you did there. Evan will be two weeks old this coming Thursday."
"Right in one love. So, what does that tell us?"
Gas hung his head in pretend shame. "It tells us that we have four more weeks of cuddling."
"Correct. Four more weeks of cuddling." Seana replied laying her head on Gas' shoulder. "Gas?"
Finally, here it comes thought Gas. "Yes love."
"What's going on at MCC? Usually you can't stop talking about the FF and your CEO and COO. Lately, nothing. Are Matt and Emilio working you to death?"
"It's business as usual Seana. Matt and Emilio aren't working me any harder than Draco did. Everything is fine." Gas wasn't going to mention his latest cock up to Seana if he could help it. He wiggled out the subject magnificently by mentioning The Fieldcrest Event. "There is one point I forgot to mention. Our newest client, The Fieldcrest Company whose owners are old friends of Emilio have invited us to their annual event on Saturday, 11/7. If you care to attend on the arm of your husband, you might want to reach out for a sitter now."
Seana was excited. She loved Evan with all her heart, but a date night out with Gas would do wonders. "That's wonderful Gas. Of course I want to attend on the arm of my husband. The question becomes, who can I get to sit Evan?"
Gas had the perfect answer. "I'm sure if you give enough advance notice, either of our mothers will be glad to sit their grandson."
"Good idea love. I'd be more inclined to ask my mum as she doesn't have a permanent position. It's late now, but I'll call her in the morning. Hopefully, she says yes. Evan is down for the next few hours. If you want your cuddles and a tiny bit more, you may come to bed now."
Gas was up in a flash. He wanted his cuddles but it was the little bit more that had caught his attention. For the next four weeks, he'd take any little bit more he could get.
/**/
Emilio had been in and out the shower earlier than usual Wednesday morning intending to get to MCC as early as Matt. He smiled to himself as he casually pulled on his boxers one leg at a time. His witch would be so proud.
It took Emilio a few minutes to decide which set of business attire he would be wearing. Navy blue would do. As he dressed, Emilio thought how nice it was to have clothes in the closet of the new room. He smiled again when he realized they should probably stop calling it the new room. Perhaps they could call it the well used room. He sighed. Hermione fellating him the previous night had obviously driven him spare. Fully dressed, he walked over to the bed to kiss his witch awake and gaze into her lovely, brown eyes.
Hermione woke with a smile. "Good morning Mr. Lozier. You're up early. Has the sun fully risen?"
Emilio smiled at her cheek as he plopped down on the bed beside her. "I love you Mrs. Hermione. I think I don't say it enough."
"I know you love me so it's the sentiment not the quantity. You are looking quite handsome in your navy blue so I'll caution you. Your sex, my sex as well as my sticky lips might leave telltale odors if you're not careful. I don't want you smelling up MCC and I'm sure your CEO doesn't either."
Emilio grinned like a Cheshire cat as he leaned over to kiss Hermione all over her face. "Too right witch. It would be embarrassing. Luckily, I'm a competent wizard who knows several spells and charms which diffuse odor. Happy now?"
"I'm always happy around you wanker. Have a good day. I'm going to sort through the Malfoy documents today to see what I can find. Thanks again for the idea. Scorp and I will see you for dinner."
Joking or not, Emilio's heart swelled as it did every time Hermione uttered words of love and care. "You have a good day as well. Don't forget. Sal and Seth are in town staying at The Luxe. They'll be here for at least two weeks. You may look up to find them at your door."
"Okay Meelio, okay. Mum wants to go back to sleep."
"Well. How's that for cheeky? My witch is giving me the push off." Standing by the bed, Emilio cast a refresh spell over himself before leaving one last kiss on the top of Hermione's head. "Thank you…. for being you Mrs. Hermione." He whispered just before turning into apparition.