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Angry Relatives

At that same instance, Lucius was seething, he had 'looked' but only a glimpse, he saw them embracing, it made him sick. She was too pretty, it wasn't right that she should look like that.

He wished to be able to stop them. She was seducing his son, filthy rubbish. And for the third time this day, he had a feeling of wrongness.

Whatever, he didn't want a Half-blood, not in his family. She was a nothing, and he had all the rights. Ah, the gas vents. He needed to act, time to use the tunnel.

Meanwhile, Wilbur was getting the short end of the stick, he felt like his uncle's toady, too bad that the pay was so good. "Find Erik's brother, we need his essence and my daughter's, with the combined tracker, we will find her."

His uncle looked pass Wilbur and made a face, "Why are you looking at me like that? Why are you here?"

Wilbur sighed, he looked behind him, ah, his less favorite relative, Vortex, the Troublemaker. His father lets him run out control, and he never works for free.

Vortex knew where Hermione was. He'd seen it, but first, make them beg. "I've heard, I have an idea," Vortex started and couldn't finish.

Wilbur grinned. Good, his uncle had sent Vortex who knew where, and it might be a while before he was back.

He hated his family. He wanted his human life. This was his Uncle's fault, he let the two females do as they pleased, and nobody dared to say anything, including him. Grrrr. They were his mighty uncle's Achilles tendon. To think that he had wanted to marry his cousin, he must have been crazy. The two beauties were nothing but trouble, perhaps.

"Go and do your job, I will go and do what I can. We need someone inside." He was dismissed.

In the Room at the Dowager's

"Witch I asked if would you let me, I am burning, my entire body. Please, it isn't wrong."

She nodded her body burned and ached for something. Yet, she hesitated, the most they had done was touching, never much more. Always afraid they wouldn't stop, and always partially clothed. The reason was simple, her grandfather. He was old fashioned, she sighed, indeed he was.

She tried 'calling" again. No luck, the ankle bracelet had blocked her in more ways than one.

Her brain closed when he kissed her neck and licked her twice. The hand on her bum had moved, gods.

"Wife, touch me," he liked the way that 'wife' sounded.

He guided her hand inside his trousers, a broken moan filled the room the moment she touched 'it.'

"Yes, oh yes." Her hand felt burning hot, just touching, his body clenched.

The head felt wide, hot, and sticky; she moved trying to get away, Maybe he is big and it will hurt?

He moved, opened the trousers' placket, and his cock came out. He went up on his knees. She saw him and gasped.

Oh, not sure, he was big, not sure how big compared to the boys. He took her hand around him, holding her finger around, his hips jutted forward.

He moaned aloud, "Gods, yes. Wait, witch, wait."

He got down from the bed and undressed in two seconds, or it seemed that way. Very fast, wow, considering neither had wands; they would be delivered tomorrow, but they would be limited and under surveillance.

He stood by her, tall, perfectly toned, strong and just beautiful. He had grown into a young Lucius, very little was left of the Black heritage, just the slight hair wave. While his skin was the color of alabaster, his erection was dark red, large and ready. She could see it throbbing against his stomach.

The jealous monster inside made him ask, "Did you see them naked?" There, once he said it, he wanted to know.

She just made a face, he wanted to know more, "Well, did you?" He looked confrontational and knew he needed to stop.

"What do you think?" Now, she was getting angry.

"Forget it, I shouldn't ask." He shouldn't that was true, but he still wanted to know. He took a deep breath and unclenched his fingers.

"Come here my pretty witch," jealousy spoke for him, "my wife, my witch; yes, you are mine." He smiled internally, mine, not theirs.

She stood and grinned, "You are an only son, I can tell by the 'my' and 'mine'."

"Uhu, hu, so? Come here by me, kneel on the bed."

Why not? She did as he asked.

Seeing her next to him made his tongue heavy. His breath was coming out in spurts.

He held onto her, his hand on her bum. His mouth on hers, moving, biting, his tongue tasting her."I want you, want you," he stopped to say.

His mouth on hers, combined with his naked body touching, muddled her mind. Before she could realize, her dress was off. Now he was trying with her bra.

Ah, no practice, good. She helped him. Now she was down to her knickers, he moved back to admire her.

He touched her with his fingertips. He went from her face, down to her shoulders, down the curve of her breast, he was in awe, he was treating her as if she were a precious work of art; except that his fingers were charged with desire, leaving a hot trail wherever they touch. She could feel fluttering down, she burned for him.

"You are perfect, so pretty, so very pretty, I knew that you would be." How could I have listened to my father's nonsense? So bloody pretty, every inch. He couldn't wait.

Lucius could wait, he was behaving like a maniac. Furthermore, he had the feeling that he was digging his own grave. Not that he cared, he had to stop his son. Granted that Lucius had never seen such perfection; indeed, he had seen her nearly naked…It is a lure, poor Draco I need to help him. He can go to the healers afterwards to get over this traumatic experience.

A/N No Lucius Malfoy, what you need is an A or an Attitude Adjustment. What do you all think? I am not sure, but...is he being a peeping Tom? I couldn't decide, maybe he is just a bigot.