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2

It was Wednesday and the first of their weekly meetings. Lucius didn't know how to feel. Part of him was looking forward to it. His sex-life had been fairly lacking since Narcissa died. Some short meetings, but nothing that could be more. Hence him not having anyone to marry when that stupid law was enforced and he'd ended up with Alma.

She surprised him though. That first morning after the wedding he'd expected a scared girl and when Minni came back to tell him that 'the mistress was panicking' he'd thought he knew exactly why she was panicking. He'd been wrong. Instead she'd been worries since she didn't have anything that 'matched the house'. A quite funny description. He did wanted her to look her part as Mrs. Malfoy, though, so he'd taken her to get a new wardrobe and since then, six days earlier, she'd come down to each breakfast and dinner appropriately dressed. She had not yet missed a dinner, but he didn't see her during the day. He knew she'd met friends in the Diagon Alley on at least two occasions, but hadn't mentioned it to him. She'd had her first training session with Madam Potts, which had put her in a foul mood even if she hadn't complained about it openly. It was basically like having a moody teenage daughter in the house. Or what he assumed it was like to have a moody teenage daughter. A slightly disturbing thought to have while on the way to have the weekly sex with her.

She had gone up to his room ahead of him to get ready and he'd advised her to bring the salve but asked her to wait with applying it. He wanted to do that. Mainly to see if he would be able to at least get her slightly aroused by his touch.

She was sitting on the bed when he came, with her long blond hair loose. She normally never had it like that. He walked up to her and held her shoulders to get her to stand up. She had a lovely, pink, silk nightgown and when he pulled her up she looked at him.

"Where's the salve?" She pointed towards the bed and he opened it and dipped two fingers in it, taking a generous amount of it. "Try to relax, Alma," he mumbled.

He put his arm around her waist and leaned down to kiss her. While doing it, he raised her nightgown and started to apply it. She kissed him back, at least a little, but flinched when he pressed two fingers inside of her. She was so damn tight and despite him rubbing her clit, she didn't seem to react to it this time either. He gave up and lowered her down on the bed.

He took more salve after taking off his clothes and then moved to lay over Alma. He carefully slid inside of her and then laid still, trying to give her time to adjust.

"Are you okay?" he asked and she nodded without looking at him. "Alma, does it hurt?"

"No. It doesn't hurt."

This time, he tried, he really did. He held her leg in a position he knew would feel better to her, rubbed her clit, but it all just seemed to make her more uncomfortable and finally he just finished.

She left soon after. He called for Snape and they talked, but he avoided his wife, just as Snape avoided to mention his until he was about to leave.

"Maybe we should introduce them to each other," Snape said. "Sue and Alma. They might... find comfort in each other. I think they already know each other."

"They do?"

"They were both Ravenclaw. Want me to ask Sue? Just to make sure they don't hate each other."

"Yes. Ask her."

The next week he got the opportunity to watch Alma train... that thing. He hid and did it in secret and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man, her trainer, yelled at her, screamed, made her work harder and that was just the beginning. They ended the training with a twenty minute fight and the bastard was basically beating the shit out of Lucius' wife. His wife. He was so close to ending it several times, but what stopped him and also really baffled him, was that she, the girl he'd seen as so fragile, seemed to truly enjoy herself while basically being beaten up. She laughed, out loud, several times and he'd never seen her laugh like that. It was an amazing laugh. He realized that the Alma he saw was such a small part of who she really was. And she seemed to be flirting with the man. That truly upset him. He did not accept his wife flirting with others.

It was tough, though. Really hard work-out and he could clearly see how she'd obtained the body she had. Once the training was over he went up to her room and knocked on the door. She opened it with a smile on her face and wet hair.

"Hi."

"Hello. Did you enjoy the training?"

"Yes!" she smiled and backed into to her room, seemingly offering him the opportunity to come inside and he followed her. She'd changed the room completely. It was quite nice and a lot less girlish than it had been prior to her changes. "Thank you, for letting me do that. Hang on, did you watch?"

"Yes. I wanted to see what kind of activity you're engaged in. It was... impressive." He walked further inside and noticed a pile of books on her desk. "You and your trainer seemed close."

"He's been my trainer for a long time, so I guess we are." She looked at him and then laughed. "He's gay."

"Gay?"

"As in homosexual. Has a boyfriend and they've been together for a really long time."

"Oh."

"Just, in case you were wondering about his behavior. Or mine, or..."

"No!" He felt really silly. "No. Just noticed you two seemed comfortable with each other and I guessed he'd been your trainer for some time."

"Oh, okay." She picked up a red blouse and put it on. "Dinner?"

"Yes." He took a closer look on her face. "You have a bruise. I would appreciate if you... got rid of those or hid them since... people might think I did them."

"Yes. Of course."

He was fairly certain that her showing up with bruises would mean that everyone thought he'd done them

Six weeks later and six more wednesdays he'd given up. It didn't matter. Not for a second did she seem to more than merely accept what he was doing and the last two times he'd just done it as fast as possible to get it over with.

She'd met Sue and they seemed to get along well. After a dinner with Snape and Sue the girls had met on their own in Diagon Alley. To go shopping, among other things. She trained her... sports once a week and the classes with Madam Potts once a week as well. According to Madam Potts she was getting better and the other classes seemed to get more violet each time he watched. She'd trained flexibility on one of them and he'd been stunned when he realized how flexible she was. If she'd been more than accepting him in bed, they could have some good times.

He'd even given up on the kissing. It felt... wrong. She didn't like it and, in general, it was best to just get it over with. When he masturbated, on the other hand, she was very, very willing. Because he thought about her when he did. That tight, fit body was writhing underneath him, begging for more, pinching the nipples and rolled over on all fours, begging him to fuck her in the ass while he rubbed her clit. He came like the Hogwarts express every time.

They were going to a formal dinner that night and he'd asked Minni to make sure that Alma looked extra nice and gave her a pair of diamond earrings with a matching necklace to wear. She was also going to have a long, formal dress that he'd ordered especially for this occasion. It was dove blue and should match her eyes. When she came down the stairs he smiled.

"You look lovely."

"Thank you." She smiled back. "I feel quite lovely."

She wore her hair in a low bun and even if he preferred it down, it showed off her back. She had a lovely back and that was another thing he'd done more than once in his fantasies, licked her entire spine before he bit down over her neck and drove into her. He had decided that this must've been the damn idea with that law to begin with. Pair up old horny men with perfect teenagers. It would ensure they did their best to fuck the girls silly which would eventually lead to a child.

He apparated them to a street close to the ministy, where the dinner would be, with a smile she hooked his arm to his and he led her inside. More than one man eyed his wife with jealousy and he felt rather proud. The perfect, sexy little thing next to him was all his. No one would dare to try to touch her. He had always enjoyed having the best things, the nicest things and one look around the room told him that he had the most beautiful wife. Their 'marriage' was a sham, the sex was... unsatisfying and boring, but she was the most beautiful woman in the room and she was his.

One of the Death Eaters that had been lucky enough to get a short sentence at Azkaban came up to him while Alma was talking to one of her old friends.

"Who did you bribe to get her and how much?"

"I didn't. Pure luck."

"Who is she?"

"Alma Longbottom."

"Are you sure?" he asked while he was still staring at her and it was starting to annoy Lucius. "She doesn't look like any Longbottom I've ever seen."

"One of the beautiful ones. They have apparently existed before her."

"That has to be sooo sweet to have in the bed at nights. Just roll her over and slip inside."

"Yes." He didn't even want to think about how sweet it could be. "If you excuse me."

On his way he was stopped by Lucretia, a distant cousin, or something like that. To be honest, he came from a rather inbred family, so he was her relative in more than one way. He generally referred to her as his 'niece' and she to him as her 'uncle'. It was easiest that way.

"Uncle," she said with a smile and kissed his cheek. "You got married and I don't hear from you. I feel rather insulted," she said and gently pushed his chest.

"If memory serves me; you've been in Brazil and also, I've gotten married. It is rather exhausting to get married."

"I imagine, and to a Longbottom," she turned around to look at Alma. "She is rather pretty, though. How is it going?"

"It's going. There's a few things to... adapt to."

"Hope she knows how lucky she is to have such a handsome man. When do you have time for a dinner or lunch?"

"Send me an owl. Most days should be fine. I do have some business in the alley on Thursday."

"Lunch on Thursday," Lucretia smiled and reached up to kiss his cheek. "It's a date."

Alma gave him a shy smiled when he reached her. "Should we sit down?"

"Yes." He offered her his arm and she took it again.

She behaved exemplary all through dinner and he praised her for it once they got home. Then she went to bed and he went to his room and masturbate like an insane man.

Alma exhaled and pulled off her tank top. She'd been hit over the ribs and she suspected one of them might be broken. She tried to decide what to do and finally called for Minni.

"Yes, miss Alma?"

"Could you please get Mr. Malfoy. I think I might've broken a rib."

"Right away, miss Alma."

He came in not five minutes later. "Broken a rib?"

"I think so. I'm not that sure about spells for healing bones and it's probably stupid to take any chances with those."

"Certainly is stupid, I'd say, since it's better to use potions for that," he muttered. "This... sport is insane. Why would you train something that means a man is beating you up?"

"I like it." Once she'd said it he raised his eyebrows with an amused smile. "Not the 'man beating me up'-part, but it's proper exercise. I use every muscle in my body, there's a lot of mental training to. Biding you time, self control and so on. And balance and strength and flexibility. It's all around. I like that."

"That would explain a few things." He put his hands over her ribs and pressed carefully. It was a strange feeling. He'd never touched her like that before. He'd tried some... touching, the first times they'd... done their duty, but not lately. Most likely he'd thought she was uncomfortable with it, but it was more that she didn't know how to react, or understood why he was doing it. "I'll get Snape here, he'll have the potions you need. Wait here."

Snape came about ten minutes later and handed her two vials of potion. "Take the blue one first then I need to examine you before you take the other one."

She did and then she stood there, while Snape started to feel her ribs and Mr. Malfoy looked furious. She really hoped this didn't mean he'd force her to stop with her training.

"I'm sorry," she said to Lucius and when he looked at her with a surprised expression she clarified. "I'll be more careful from now on."

"The purpose of you exercise hardly seems to be to be 'careful' so I don't see how that would be possible."

"No. Not really. But... I like it."

"You did mention that."

She sighed and looked down at the floor. He probably wouldn't let her continue with her training. Once Snape was done he gave her the other vial, told her to take it and then sleep for a few hours. The bones should be healed when she woke up. Once he'd left she looked at Mr. Malfoy again.

"Please don't make me stop with the training."

"Why would I?"

"Oh." Maybe she'd misinterpreted the entire thing. "You looked angry. I thought it was... that I got hurt."

"While I surely don't enjoy the thought of you getting hurt, I was mainly not upset with watching another man touch my wife."

She stared at him. He'd hardly ever called her 'his wife' and the thought that he was bothered by another man examining her was... confusing.

"It was just and examination and I don't think he saw it any differently than I did."

"Still. You in a bra and him touching you; I didn't like it."

She assumed that this was something with rich guys and their possessions. The potion was starting to make her tired so she just shrugged and went to bed.

"You should keep that in mind, Alma. I don't like other men touching my wife."

"I don't think you need to worry, Mr. Malfoy. There aren't that many men who's all that interested in touching me."

"You don't see yourself very clearly. I suspect it has to do with you being a bit... scrawny, as a child."

"I think 'ugly' is the word you're looking for," she giggled and realized that whatever Snape had given her, it made her slightly stoned.

"Whatever you were, you're not anymore. Go to sleep."

"It's Wednesday, it's been a week..."

"I'll inform the Ministry of you injury, I'm sure they'll be understanding." He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

She was stunned and despite being drugged, she laid awake for a while once he'd left. In general, this entire marriage had turned out so completely different than she'd thought. He was... if not nice, then at least respectful. Always. He hadn't done anything to make her feel uncomfortable, besides the things they were, actually, forced to do. He could've been quite nasty about that, too. She'd heard some really horror stories about that. There had been reports in the Daily Prophet about young witches who'd been treated terribly and the Ministry didn't do much about it since they just wanted more children to be born. He surely must've read those too, but he still treated her nice.

When she'd, carefully, asked him if she could buy a few things to her room, he'd informed her that she had a running tab at all shops and restaurants in Diagon Alley and that the bill would be sent to him. She's been stunned and didn't believe him. So the next week, before meeting Sue for lunch, she'd asked him if it would be okay if she bought some stationary. He'd almost seemed annoyed and once again pointed out that she was free to buy whatever she wanted. If the bills seemed unseemly high, he'd let her know. Then he added that if it was official letters he would prefer if she used the official Malfoy-stationary and he'd make sure there were some in her room by the time she got home. She'd bought a few other things since, some clothes, a few books and some cheap jewelry. The last was the only one he reacted to. Apparently 'Mrs. Malfoy' didn't wear cheap jewelry and he told her to get proper jewelry instead. She hadn't done that yet since she had no idea what 'proper jewelry' was.

Objectively, she also had to admit that he was handsome. From what she'd seen of his body, he was rather fit as well. She still felt very confused during their weekly meetings, she didn't understand her own reactions and had no idea how to behave and act. She, of course, knew the mechanics of sex, and what they did felt extremely mechanical, he didn't seem to like it and she wasn't sure if she was supposed to like it, if it would be okay to enjoy it. Which, admittedly, she didn't. It mostly felt like something he did because he had to, was forced to do. She didn't feel particularly wanted and definitely not attractive and wanted.