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8

A deep green long dress showing off her every damn perfection might not have been the best idea, Lucius decided when he saw her coming down the stairs. Simply since he was already picturing every way he could tear it off her.

"I'm sorry, my hair wasn't cooperating at all," she huffed as she took his hand and started towards the door and turned around with a frown when he didn't budge. "What? We're in a hurry, come on."

"You have time to give me a kiss, and I want one."

She smiled and rolled up on her toes to press her lips against hers. "Satisfied?" she asked when she was done.

"No, but it will do for now."

She'd had her nineteenth birthday the week before. He'd bought her a new diamond set, one that was just her own, and she was wearing it for the night. He had also taken her to Rome for a weekend and she'd been amazed and very happy.

Her friends had come by for a birthday dinner, and he'd stayed out of their way. Lucius knew how they felt about him and had decided it was better to just stay out of their way whenever they came to visit. The first time she had asked to bring them he'd been reluctant to let her, but then realized that Malfoy Manor was her home as well and it wasn't fair to her to say she couldn't have guests of her own. Considering how many of his friends she had to spend time with it wasn't more than fair to let her have friends of her own who she actually had a good time with.

As they made their entrance at the Ministry for the Yule Ball he grabbed her waist to get her closer to him.

"Mr. Malfoy!" The Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt said with a small smile on his lips.

"Minister," he answered with a nod.

"And Mrs. Malfoy," he turned to Alma and extended his hand. "You look wonderful. It's very nice to meet you again."

"It's very nice to meet you, too," Alma said and after letting go of his hand she took a step towards him and without hesitation he gave her a hug. "It's been a long time."

"I've kept up with you, though," The Minister said with a small smile. "Regrettably, my main source is leaving the Auror's office after Christmas, but I've come to understand that I might be able to ask Mrs. Wesley, Hermione that is, about your welfare. I hear you've become close friends."

"Yes," Alma said with a smile. "And then there's Ron and Harry as well, I'm sure you'll be able to keep a distant eye on me."

"That is good to hear."

"Or you could just invite me to lunch and ask me yourself."

The Minister gave Lucius a curios look before smiling at Alma. "I might just do that, when I have the time."

"I would imagine that you're busy," she laughed. "I'm quite available, though, so don't fear giving me a last minute invitation."

"I will. I need to make sure that my fellow soldier fares well. And don't think I'm past the idea of getting you into the Auror's rank."

Fellow soldier? Auror? His Alma chasing... people like him. That wasn't going to happen! Lucius looked at Alma and once The Minister had left he once again pulled his wife closer to him.

"Fellow soldier? Auror?"

"Yes," she looked uncomfortable. "I fought with him, at Hogwarts, he was... rather impressed."

"You fought at the battle of Hogwarts? You were, what? Fourteen?"

"Fifteen. I didn't have that many spells, Potter had taught us some, in the DA, but I... you've seen me train. That in combination with at least a basic knowledge of attack and defence can get you pretty far." She turned and looked at him. "People don't expect you to move around when you're duelling."

"And Auror?"

"They allowed anyone who'd faught in the war the opportunity to become and Auror, under certain conditions, but I had been in the DA as well and... well, I fought next to the man who's now the minister, he was impressed. He thought it would be a good idea to implement or at least teach some of my techniques to the other Aurors."

Before he had time to say anything they were interrupted again. This time by a tall, dark man with a beard. He smiled at Alma, and she seemed pleased to see him.

"Poliakoff! I didn't know you would be here!"

"Alma," he took her in his arms and this time Lucius did mind. A lot. So he cleared his throat and the man looked at him. "And this is?"

"This is my husband, Lucius Malfoy."

"I... didn't know you were married." He bowed. "I will see you later."

Once the man was gone Lucius turned to Alma. "Who was he?"

"A student at the Durmstrang academy. We met during the Triwizard Tournament. I was... much younger at the time, but we talked, some. He said I reminded him of his little sister. I helped him with a few things and as a thank you, he invited me to the Yule Ball. I wouldn't have been allowed to go, since I wasn't fifteen." She looked uncomfortable. "We kept in touch and I met him again after the war and..."

"You were in love with him."

"No. At least I don't think so," she said and shook her head. "I think he... might've been."

"I'd say he certainly was." Lucius was certain that the man still was. He'd seen other men admire Alma, but this was something else.

He watched her talk to quite a few people, often standing next to him and then she disappeared out on the dance floor, at first with the minister and later he saw her dancing with both Harry and Ron. The Minister came over to his table and eyed Lucius.

"I'm impressed," he said and Lucius didn't answer, merely raised his eyebrow to inquire to what he was referring to. "When I saw her paired with you I was concerned. I have taken a liking to her, I was very impressed with her during the battles. She moved like I've never seen anyone move during a duel and..." he gave Lucius a big smile, "I saw her snapping a mans neck with just her hands and no magic involved. So even if I didn't think you'd be able to hurt her much without her simply killing you, I feared she might be unhappy."

"Surprisingly, no one warned me about her capability to defend herself," Lucius said with a snarl, "but oppose to what most people think, I'm not fond of raping women anymore than I'm bound to do by law." That was a clear jab towards the entire marital law as it was and it seemed to have struck a nerve with The Minister. "And if this was so concerning to you, why didn't you interfere? I did requested to be freed from the marriage more than once."

"I couldn't. It's a type of lottery, different parameters are rated and then people are matched. Despite the initial confusion from my side about your particular match, it seemed to have worked out rather well."

"Yes," he said and searched her on the dance floor only to discover her with the Durmstrang man and whatever they were doing, it bothered him. "Quite well."

"Are you the one stopping her from working at the Auror's office?"

"I hadn't even heard it was an option until today."

"She would make an impressive contribution to our work."

He was fed up with the minister and also thought it was long overdue to stop that annoying boy from dancing with his wife. "As a former death eater that should hardly be something that I strived for."

"One of your former death eater friends did his very best to rape your present wife. That's when she snapped his neck. As a man who doesn't enjoy the thought of rape, I'm sure you can see why I find it valuable to have women who are capable to defend themselves even when the wand has been taken from her."

Lucius stared at him. "Who. Who tried to rape her?"

"That hardly matters, the man was dead the second he rolled of her and before he'd managed to do any bigger damage. She simply grabbed her wand and continued fighting." The Minister stepped close. "My main interest is if you're the one who has told her to not work here or if it's her own idea."

"As I said; I didn't know it was an option until tonight."

"If I manage to persuade her, would you stop her?"

"I'm rather fond of my neck. I find it's best to agree to things she wants to do. I've seen her train."

"Dueling?"

"No. Some Muggle-sport, I never remember its name." He smiled. "I'd say that her being capable of breaking a mans neck is far from the most astonishing thing she can do with her hands." He left the double meaning of that statement hanging and then bowed. "But I do see the potential use for it and I'll talk to her, now if you excuse me I'm going to have a dance with my wife."

"Ah, yes, I did notice the young man's not so repressed interest. And Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes?"

"Whatever other sins I lay upon you, I am holding it in your esteem that you are making someone I care about happy."

He nodded again and walked out on the dance floor. The annoying boy reluctantly took a step back when Lucius asked to take over and then he had Alma in his arms. She seemed embarrassed, but since he didn't want to make a scene in public he decided to wait with the questions for later, when they were in private.

"The Minister seems very eager to get you to the auror's office. If you're interested, I wouldn't object."

"You wouldn't like it," she said with a smile.

"No. I wouldn't."

"May I ask, is it that you don't want me working or don't want me doing that in particular."

"I don't want you working as an Auror. It's a hazardous job, and I want you safe." He dipped down his chin. "Do you want a job?"

"I don't know... maybe. It is getting rather boring just walking around the house and having lunches with friends."

"So training aurors in that muggle sport is something you'd enjoy?"

"I can't do that. He doesn't understand how much work it is. I've been doing it since I was a child. And I doubt most wizards and witches would see the point."

"Then what?"

"Do I have to make up my mind now, here, or can I think on it?"

"Think on it," he smiled and then spun her around in the dance before catching her again. "Would this be considered one of your events or one of mine?"

"We were both invited," she said seeming to think hard. "Which makes it both of our event. So..."

"Either we go to bed and sleep immediately when we come home or... ?"

"Or you spank me and then eat me out properly."

"I'm voting for the second option," he mumbled close to her ear. "What do you think?"

"Spank me with you hand?"

"Deal." He held her close to his chest and could smell her hair. "I think we could slip out of here in an hour or so without it being considered rude."

"An hour?" she whined.

"So eager," he chuckled.

But he was eager too, so about half an hour later they excused themselves and went home. They immediately went up to the bedroom and he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Undress. Slowly."

With the smile that did wonderful things to him, she moved the shoulder straps of her dress down and then released them, making her dress pool around her feet. And he watched her as she excruciatingly slowly undressed herself and when she was standing in front if him, wearing nothing but her birthday jewelry, his cock was so stiff it was aching. But instead of saying anything, he simply motioned towards his lap and she walked up and laid herself down on it with her pretty little behind in the air.

He stroke it, slowly and down between her legs which made her spread her legs a little. He felt her tense as he went further up but instead of dipping his fingers inside her he raised his hand and gave her the first slap. Seeing that red hand form on her behind made him stifle a groan, but instead of giving in, he continued to alter between caressing her, stroking her and giving her slaps. When he felt her sniveling he raised her up and had her straddle him. He wiped her cheeks.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" he mumbled as he leaned closer, but stopped when she shook her head. "I'm sure I have."

"I don't think so." And she seemed honest.

He searched his memory and could honestly not think of a time when he'd said it out loud to her. He had implied it, or said she was the most beautiful woman in a room, but never said how stunningly beautiful he thought she was.

"How neglectful of me," he caressed her face and leaned closer. "I should have, I've certainly found you beautiful since the day we got married."

"You have?"

"Oh, yes. Extremely beautiful." His lips was touching hers now. "Would my beautiful, dirty, little girl want me to lick her cunt?"

With a smile she nodded, and he gave her a brief kiss.

"Then lay down on the bed, and I will."

She did and when he rested between her legs he could see how wet she was.

"So wet," he said and looked up at he as he gave her the first lick. "And it tastes so good."

He made her cum before he slowly pressed inside her. When they were next to each other soaked in sweat and she had a soft smile on her lips he pulled her closer.

"What did that Durmstrang kid have to say?"

"Uh, I don't know... that I should've contacted him and... I don't know. Nothing important."

"That you should've contacted him and married him instead."

"Yes." She turned and looked at him. "It doesn't matter anymore."

Gently, he stroked her hair and gave her nose a pinch.

"It matters to me. You're mine."

She smiled at him. "Yes I am."

There was some relief to hear her say that, but he still didn't like the idea that another man had been so blunt with his wife. Maybe suggested more... or, anything. No man had the right to do that and never right in front of him.

"I didn't like it, in case that was unclear."

"It wasn't," she mumbled. She moved up on his chest. "You have nothing to worry about. I remember what you said."

"What I said?"

"When... we argued that time. You said that if I cheated on you you'd kill me."

He sighed. "I wouldn't, but I'd kill him, as painfully as possible." He turned and took her with him, holding her close.

"It doesn't matter what you'd do, because I wouldn't do that."

It was sweet of her, but she was nineteen, things changed. She didn't know it yet, but age really changed your perspective. Instead of saying any of that, he gave her nose a kiss.

"Good. How's your arse. Need salve?"

"No," she said with a yawn and moved closer.

He laid awake and listened to her falling asleep. He still felt uneasy about that Poliakoff and how he had... pursued Alma, so blatantly, right in front of him and... it was disrespectful. Lucius was not used to people being that disrespectful in front of him. Even just after the war, when his reputation was at its lowest, the disrespect and gossip had occurred behind his back or when he was not around, not in front of him, to his face. Alma moan in her sleep next to him, moving a little closer and when he looked at her she smiled in her sleep. He would kill anyone who tried to take her from him, without hesitation. She was his.

-o0o-

Lucius walked through the hallway and into the library in an attempt to find Alma and was startled when he stood face to face with Hermione.

"Mrs. Weasley," he said noticed how the color left her face. "I didn't know you were here."

"Alma said I could check you library."

"Yes, of course. I'm looking for her, is she here?"

"No," a voice said behind him. "She left to get her notebook."

He turned around and stood face to face with that horrid boy, Poliakoff. Why the hell was he here? If Alma had invited him...

"Minni!" he said instead of wasting words on the retched boy. When she popped up with a 'Master' he kept staring at the bastard. "Where's Alma?"

"In her room Master, I was just there."

He turned around and walked out. Alma met him in the hallway and after grabbing her arm, he dragged her into the closest room and slammed the door behind them.

"What is he doing here?" he growled. Alma stared at him, trembling almost. "You better come up with a very satisfactory answer within two seconds or I'll go in there and rip his face off with my bare hands."

"He... I think he... Hermione said..." She stopped talking and just stared at him. "Are you angry?"

"Yes!" he yelled. "I'm fucking furious!"

He walked up to her and grabbed her and when she yelped in fear he stopped and changed his mind, he pulled her closer and kissed her. She was startled, but soon responded. Backing her up against a wall he kept kissing her and lifted her up.

"I'm fucking furious," he growled as he ripped off her knickers, "because you're mine and," he opened his own pants before shoving his finger up her pussy to make sure she was wet, "that retched boy is coming here to take what's mine," he thrusted inside her and she groaned against the side of his neck. "Say it!"

"Say, what?" He pulled out of her and she grabbed his cheeks. "No!"

"Tell me who you belong to."

"You. I'm yours." And he slammed inside her again. "All yours, please don't stop!"

He claimed her lips and did his very best to fuck her through the wall. Hard, deep thrusts and she panted, moaned and then he felt her insides pulsating around him and that was it. He released inside her, clenching her arse and groaning into neck.

Once he managed to gather his breath, he pulled out of her and looked at the disheveled girl standing on shaky legs in front of him. With a sigh he reached out and ran his thumb over her lips.

"You okay?"

"Yes," she exhaled and looked up at him. "He found Hermione and when she said she was on her way her he kind of invited himself. I didn't invite him."

"Make sure he knows he's not welcome here again. I don't care how, but I don't want to see him again."

"I will."

He leaned against her and gave her a kiss. "I'm not angry at you. I merely lost it when I saw him, and I wanted to make sure..."

"That I knew how you felt about it."

"More that you knew how I feel about you." He stroke her nose with his. "I was planning on letting you walk around without knickers and my seed dripping out of you, just to remind you, but I think that's a bit much."

She laughed and put her arms around his neck. "I don't need any reminders that I'm yours. I tend to remember it even without them."

"I'm going back to my study, when I come out he better not be here. That Granger-girl is welcome to stay if she swears she won't bring him here again."

"She will. I promise."

He gave Alma one more demanding kiss. "And we're going to Paris next weekend. Just so you know." That's why he had been looking for her, to tell her that.

"Okay."

He left her there and a while later there was a careful knock on his door.

"Enter," he yelled and was surprised when he looked up and saw Hermione coming inside. He turned his attention back down on the parchment he was currently reading.

"Mr. Malfoy. I just wanted to apologies. He took me off guard."

"I find it hard to think anyone takes you off guard, Mrs. Wesley, but apology accepted on the condition you don't bring him here again, or anywhere near Alma again."

"Of course not, Mr. Malfoy."

He looked up when he noticed that she wasn't leaving. "Was there anything else?"

"No, Mr. Malfoy. Thank you for letting me visit your library," she said and finally left him.

A while later the door opened and it was Alma.

"Can I sit in here and read?"

"Of course," he replied and watched her snuggled up in an armchair.

He was actually finished with what needed to be done, but figured he could reply to some invitations since she was there. He liked working with her in the study. When he was all done, he got up and walked over to her, running his fingers through her hair.

"I'm sorry," he said and when she looked up with a surprised face he smiled. "I was out of line, and I'm sorry if I hurt or scared you."

She shook her head. "No, you didn't." Then she smiled. "You know I like it when you're rough."

"Being rough and being violet are two very different things, and I don't want you to... be scared of me."

She grabbed his robe and pulled him down. "Tell me I'm yours."

He leaned closer and smiled. "You, you beautiful girl, is all mine."