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9

Alma looked at the cake on the table. She straightened the corset she'd bought that morning and refastened the garter clips. She was sitting at her usual chair by the dining table.

When Lucius finally came walking, he was holding a stack of parchments, but halted when he saw her. A smile spread on his lips, and he dropped the parchments at the end of the table, came over to her and leaning over the back of the chair, slipping his hand into the corset.

"This is new," he said while tweaking her nipple. Then he noticed the cake. "What's the celebration?"

"It's our anniversary."

He looked at her. "I'm fairly sure we celebrated our anniversary in Paris. If we didn't, I have no idea why I spent a full night fucking you tied up in a whole line of wonderful positions."

"You know as well as I do it might as well have been because you felt like it, but I'm not saying that wasn't our anniversary. This is another anniversary."

He moved around the chair and leaned against the table next to her.

"What anniversary?"

"Well, I'm insulted." She said and cut a piece of the cake. "Would Mr. Malfoy want a hint?"

"He would, Mrs. Malfoy."

"The very thing we're celebrating took place in this room."

"This room?" He honestly looked confused, and if she hadn't been so eager, she would've been annoyed.

"Really! I can't believe you, I've been preparing all day for this." She picked up her piece cake with her fingers and took a bite before demonstratively licking her fingers. "We're celebrating my first orgasm. I got it right there," she pointed towards the end of the table, "on this very table."

His smile grew. "And how have you prepared for this, besides dressing in something that looks ravishingly hot on you?"

"And baking a cake!"

"And baking a cake."

"I have a butt plug."

"Exactly what are you saying?" he mumbled as he leaned closer.

"I'm saying, we should celebrate this event by you fucking me in the ass for the first time, on this table. Over there."

It had been pretty obvious to her that he really wanted to do that, but she'd been nervous about it. He'd bought her a few butt plugs, initially to toy with by herself and then he'd played with them a little as well, but she'd still not felt ready. He hadn't pushed her, not at all, pointing out that he was very satisfied either way and that she should just let him know if he crossed a line when he tempted her.

Besides those first months, it had been a great marriage. She was really happy with the fairly grumpy, often snarling man more than twice her age. He followed her to weddings, to her parents or relatives for birthdays or whatnot, constantly counting the lashes she'd receive when the got home before he'd fuck her.

She accompanied him to formal dinners or business trips, bored out of her mind since most of the other wives were around the age of her mother and hated her. Each of those nights he ate her out until she screamed before he fucked her.

That's how they got by in each others, very different, lives; by looking forward to whatever naughty thing they'd do that night when it was just the two of them again.

And they talked. About everything, especially the things that bothered them. After the first months of constant misunderstandings, he told her to 'fucking' tell her when things bothered her. So she did. He probably regretted it when she had her nagging periods, but it worked out.

The only thing she'd never told him was that she loved him. How could she?

She looked at him, his long, almost white hair, gray eyes, and thin mouth. He leaned over and the sides of his mouth were tipped upwards.

"Are you saying you are sitting on that chair with a butt plug up your ass?"

"Yes, sir."

He grabbed the ruby necklace she was wearing for the occasion and pulled her out of the chair until she was flush against him. Holding her eyes with his, he ran his hand along the lacing on the back and into her panties. When his fingers reached the plug, he moaned and pressed his crotch against her. She could feel he was already hard.

"I might still need lube," she pointed out, she was still worried.

"Of course," he dipped down and sucked on her lower lip. "I want you to like this, because I want to do this again."

She decided to give him the sign for what she wanted. "So, Sir, are you going to fuck your dirty girl in the ass?"

His eyes glittered with excitement, and he grabbed her jaw and gave her a rough, wet and breathtaking kiss. When he let go she drew a deep breath and he growled. "That's exactly what I'm going to do."

The next second she was face down on the table and he ripped off her panties.

"I'm going to do this, exactly like I did that first time, but instead of your sweet, tight, pink pussy, I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

She dearly hoped it wouldn't be exactly like the first time, because as far as she could remember, he'd just shoved his dick in and pounded like a mad man, and although it had been great in that situation, it didn't seem it would be as great when he did it in her ass.

His hand was holding her neck, she hoped his other was in the lube and then she heard his hoarse voice next to her ear.

"I'm going to take this plug out, and I must admit, darling, the thought of you pushing it in while thinking about this moment is something I'm going to think about often." He tugged it, and she closed her eyes. It didn't hurt, he pulled carefully. In fact, it felt rather nice and she moaned. "Oh, my. I think the dirty little slut liked that. Didn't she?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this, and I think you are too."

She felt his lube covered fingers enter her rear. He'd done that before and she closed her eyes, trying to lie still, but another moan escaped her, and he chuckled again.

"Ready?"

"Yes. Please."

Then he dipped his fingers in her pussy and she opened her eyes in surprise.

"Don't worry, honey. I only wanted to see how turned on you were from this. Think this is the top ten of how wet that tight cunt of yours have ever been."

"Please."

And she finally felt him lining up and then gently press.

"Take deep breaths and relax." He massaged her butt cheeks and it seemed to help her relax. "Oh, Merlin," he groaned as he penetrated deeper. "Oh, honey," he exhaled and rested on her back with his lips agains her cheek. "I keep thinking nothing could make me feel better, and you keep proving me wrong. Are you okay?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"I'm balls deep in your arse. All the way in and it's magnificent."

"Oh, lord," she muttered and experimentally moved her ass, causing him to pull out a little and then go back inside. They both moaned.

Holding her hip to pin her to the table, he started to move, in and out of her, and it was good. She still would prefer the regular, but this was pretty good. What really got to her, was the sounds he was making. He loved this.

"Alma, you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this. I've been dreaming of this tight little arse. Fuck!"

He started to move faster and let go of her hip, pulling her away slightly from the table and reached down, and when he hit her clit there were fireworks behind her eyes.

"Lucius!"

"You better be ready because I can't hold off anymore. I'm going to fuck you up your ass so hard."

"Yes."

"So hard, I'm going to pound into you and I'm going to do my very best to make you scream with every fucking movement."

"Yes!" That was pretty much already the case.

"Arms over your head on the table!" He grabbed her hair and pinned her head down. Leaning over and licking her cheek. "Do you like that? Do you like my dick pounding into your tight asshole."

"Yes. Oh, god, Lucius, yes!"

"Then come," he groaned into her ear as he slapped her clit.

And she did. She hadn't even imagined that he would be able to do that, but she did. And while she did, he pounded into her like a mad man, only to cum up her ass not seconds later.

He rested on her back and she felt him letting go of her hair and gently stroke it to the side before kissing her cheek.

"If you're okay with it, darling, I think I'm going to gloat about the fact that I managed to make you cum the first time I took you up the ass for the next few years."

"I'm okay with it," she said in a sigh and the laughed a little. "I'm curious."

"About what?"

"Is there any type of sex that you're bad at?"

"I seem to remember you not being overly impressed with my mechanical sex-skills."

"In all honesty, that was probably more because of me."

"No, honey," he said and pulled out of her with a sigh, muttering something she assumed was a cleaning spell. "I think that if I had made an effort that could've been nicer."

"You tried," she said and turned around, caressing his face. "I just found you quite hideous at the time and was mostly bothered by your attempts."

"I have no idea what magic that possessed you to changed you mind about that, but I'm glad it did."

"Fucking. The magic of great, rough fucks." She gave him a kiss. "So that would probably be the magic of your cock."

He laughed. "How are you feeling?"

She wiggled her behind a little and shrugged. "Feels a bit odd, but it's not sore."

"That's thanks to walking around all day with a butt plug up your ass."

"It wasn't all day."

"Hush, don't ruin my fantasies." He took a step back and buttoned up his pants. "So what did you plan for the rest of the evening?"

"I thought I'd spend it with my husband, if he's so inclined." She looked down at her knicker-less bottom. "Might put on some clothes for it."

"I hadn't realized this was and anniversary so I have some work to do, but I could do it in our bedroom if that's okay with you."

She nodded and pointed towards the cake. "Bring that."

"I have to say, Alma," he said behind her as they walked out of the room. "Your ass has always been nice bare, but I think I like it even more now."

That night she was in bed, leaning against the headboard while reading a book with Lucius next to her, reading through and signing parchments. She lost herself in the book and didn't look up until she, in the back of the head, noticed he had been still for a while, and she looked at him. He was studying her and smiled when their eyes met.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing." He took her book, put it down next to her and grabbing her hips, he pulled her down to her back. "I'm tired. Really, really tired, it's been a long day, so I'm gonna fall asleep next to you, you're welcome to keep reading if you want."

"I'd like to keep reading." She took the book and gave him a kiss. "Wake me up in the morning so we can have breakfast."

She sat up again, and he laid down facing her, holding a hand on her thigh. She heard when his breaths got heavier and continued reading for another hour before getting down next to him, bumping him until he put his arm around her in his sleep.

He woke her up in the morning, but was already dressed.

"Get down as soon as possible, I need to be off soon."

"Another meeting?" she asked as she got out of bed. "What are you up to? There's been a lot of meetings lately."

He grabbed her shoulders and gave her a kiss. "I'm going to buy another company in Paris, and one in Madrid, so I hope you like Madrid because we'll be spending some time there soon."

"I've never been."

"How about Venice?"

"No!" she said in an exhale with big eyes. "You're going to let me come to Venice? I've always wanted to go to Venice, since I was a little girl." She jumped up in his arms, latching her legs around him. "Are you just buying?"

"No, I'm selling the one in Rome, but we'll go there too." He smiled at her. "What other cities have you been dreaming of?"

"Tokyo."

"Why haven't you told me that?"

"You never asked." He gave her the stern look. "What? You want a list of cities I'd like to see?"

"Yes. I'm not saying we're going to all of them, but it at least gives me some idea if I want to surprise you on an anniversary."

"Suddenly a butt plug and an anal fuck on the table seems so cheap."

"No," he said and gave her a kiss before putting her back down on the floor. "It wasn't, you gave me something of yourself, that's so much more than a trip."

"I'm starting to suspect that you're up to no good because you've been so... sweet lately." She pulled on a dress. "For months, when I think about it."

"I'm trying to be nice to my beautiful sex toy wife, because she makes me... happy. Okay?"

"I make you happy?"

"Of course you do, don't be silly, you know that." He smacked her behind. "Breakfast."

He'd actually never said that to her, and she smiled as she walked down to the breakfast table. As usual, Lucius read the paper, and she'd brought down the book for the day before.

"Oh!" he suddenly said and when she looked at him he looked... worried or... she had no idea what she was seeing. He slowly turned the paper in her direction to show her what had cause the reaction.

'Ministry abandons Marriage Law; We will allow all requested divorces'. The law had been criticized, and that was still putting it mildly. People like her parents, who'd seen their half-blood children married off to death eaters had been horrified. The fact that some girls had been used horribly, raped daily and beaten up, gone to the authorities just to be sent back to their husbands hadn't made it any better in the public's eyes. It had also meant that men had seen it as their right to treat their wives however they pleased. Usually, getting a divorce was not easy, it wasn't uncommon that people lived apart for years without getting a divorce since it wasn't worth the trouble. But even that was uncommon. Most people sucked it up and stayed in their marriage.

"Well..." she started and took the paper from him. "That's probably just as good. It wasn't that good of an idea to begin with."

That's when it hit her and she looked at Lucius in what she could only assume, was horror.

"Do you want a divorce?"

He straighten his face. "No. I thought you might want one."

"What? Why?" She didn't. Not at all, but she wasn't sure how to tell him and suddenly he stood up. "You're leaving?"

"I told you, I have a meeting. We can talk when I come back."

"When is that?"

"Tonight."

Her insides were in turmoil the entire day. She met Sue in Diagon Alley. It seemed as if everyone was talking about the Ministry's sudden change of mind. They'd been defending the law for over a year, and just like that, they admitted that it was bad for the Magical Society, said they skip the law, let everyone who wants a divorce get a divorce and then we can pretend as if it never happened. They did say they would try the carrot instead of the whip and encourage people to have more children and get married. There would also be some type of reward for those who stayed married.

"What are you thinking?" Sue asked. "I mean, are you going to apply for divorce."

"Are you?"

"I don't know," Sue said with a shrug. "It's... I think we're doing okay. I mean. Snape's grumpy and all that, but... We've sort of found a way to live together."

"I'm happy," Alma mumbled. "I don't want to get divorced at all, but I'm not sure he would feel the same."

"Why wouldn't he? You both seem happy. A happy marriage is rarely something you feel alone."

"Yes, but... I'm a half-blood. He's a... well, everyone know what he is."

"Or was."

"I don't know. I don't think... that it'll be good enough now when he can get out of it."

"Alma," Sue started and took her hand. "You need to talk about him. I'm sure he's... He's older, he has a son."

"Yes, but what if he'll only agree to... stay with me if we don't have kids. I mean, I'm not sure I want kids, but I think I'll eventually start hating him when I start wanting one, or when I start feeling that I'm good enough to have around but not good enough for kids."

"Honey, you are going to drive yourself insane if you let your brain think all those things instead of just talking to the man. You two are good at talking."

"I'm not sure I want the truth in this case, so I'm not sure I'll dare to ask."

"Alma, talk to him."

"Have you and Snape talked about it?"

"A little, at breakfast. He told me to think it over. That it was up to me, he was too old to find someone new, and he was more than happy to stay married to me, but he understood if I wanted the opportunity to find someone younger or... just someone else."

By the time Alma came home, she felt even worse. It was as if she'd thought about it too much, and she just wanted to stop thinking about it. She wanted to go back to the feeling the day before when she'd been waiting for him in the dining room with a butt plug up her behind, eager for him to come home so she could give him his surprise.

"Miss Alma, Master send a note that he would be late and you would have to have dinner by yourself."

"Oh. Could you please send it up to the room?"

"Absolutely, Miss Alma," Minni said before she poofed and was gone.

She couldn't eat, she tried and then started to cry, out of nowhere. She had no idea how to behave or what to do. Finally she settled on taking a bath. While she waited for the tub to fill up, she sat on the edge and sighed to herself.

"Hey," Lucius said as he walked inside. He looked at her for a few seconds and then sat down next to her. "You okay?"

"Would you believe me if I said yes?"

"No. I'm guessing you've had a lot to think about today. Seems to be the only thing everyone has been talking about."

She nodded and then felt those treacherous tears again.

"Have you been thinking about it?" she eventually asked.

"Of course. It's hard not to."

She didn't want to ask. Instead she looked at him and dried her cheeks.

"Any chance I can convince you to take a bath with me?"

"Always," he smiled and stood up to remove his clothes.

He stepped into the bath, leaned agains the edge and indicated for her to sit down between his legs. It wasn't their first bath together. Most of the others had led to him pleasuring her in the bath. Or her pleasuring him. Somehow she didn't think this bath would lead to that. She sat down and leaned against his shoulder.

"I would... understand," Lucius started, "if you wanted to find someone who's more your age or with a better reputation to marry. So if you want a divorce, I won't object."

"I don't," she mumbled and felt more tears on her cheeks. "But if you do, to find someone who can give you more pureblood children, I would... try to understand that."

"If this had happened a year ago, I would've said yes, that I didn't want to have any half-blood children, and I would've divorced you. It's different now."

"What would make a Malfoy change his mind about half-bloods?" she muttered.

"You. It's madness, you're young, half-blood, and... I love you." She turned and stared at him. "And I'm known to be very persistent when I make up my mind. So I might say that I'd agree to the divorce, but I'm gonna do my very best to persuade you to stay with me."

She couldn't believe him! He'd never even hinted on having any such feelings. Then when she thought about it, neither had she.

"You do know what staying married to me would do to your reputation among your pureblood friends?"

"They've seen you. They probably think they know exactly why I'm staying married to you," he said with a crooked smile. "That would only be half the truth. And I'd say that the it would increase my reputation among some other people if I manage to keep you. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Imagine what staying married to me would do to your reputation. It would ruin it. Nice girl who fought for Potter married to one of the leading Death Eaters. And when given the chance to divorce you chose to stay."

"True. But you know how girls always wants the bad boy."

"Well you got one."

"So you love me?"

"Yes."

"And if I'd want a child or children?"

"I'd still love you, and I'd do my very best to get you pregnant. I think I would rather enjoy the process. And I'd love the child."

She finally turned around and straddled him to see him. His gray eyes, the long hair he had in a pony tail that day and she held his face.

"I didn't know that you loved me."

"I never told you."

"Why?"

"Because you're young, and I know you're infatuated by me, maybe have a little crush, and I wanted you to grow into your feelings without me affecting you. I knew you would eventually. We're a very... well fitted couple. I'm grumpy and you're not. More importantly, you don't care when I'm grumpy. You're not afraid of me... anymore, I might add. The sex is... beyond anything. Eventually you would've grown to love me, too."

"What makes you think I don't? It's not any less valid just because I'm young." She leaned forward and kissed him. "I was so scared you'd divorce me."

"So the idea to divorce me and find someone your own age, someone with a better reputation, it never crossed your mind?"

"No. Where would I find a man who'd put a diamond necklace around my neck and spank me wet?"

He laughed. "No, that would be hard."

"And young boys don't have that refined taste when it comes to sex. They're just glad if they're getting some."

"Also very true. You are such a wise young woman. Another reason why I love you."

"Will I still be your little dirty girl with the perfect cunt even if you love me?"

"Oh, yes." He smiled and pinched her nipple. "Always."

"Half-blood and all?"

"Half-blood and all," he answered with a smile. "You must know that you make me happy."

"You told me this morning, although that was the first time."

"I should've told you every morning and I'm sorry that I'm a proud old man who's not used to... show these things."

"At least we talked in time and not really any harm done."

She was so relieved and full of love that she didn't give a damn that he'd never told her before.

"I think it's that forgiving heart that's main reason that this marriage work." He moved her until she was sitting right on his dick. "I'm glad you have it, you're gonna need it. I'm going to keep forgetting celebrations, I'll still be proud and vain, and I'm gonna flaunt you around, ridiculously please to have something so beautiful on my arm, even more now when everyone knows you stayed with me, and I'll be insanely jealous when you talk to other men."

"I've noticed," she said and moved closer, "But at least I know now that it's a little bit because you love me and not only because you think of me as your possession."

"You are mine, and I'll always think of you as mine." He angled until he slipped inside her. "So it's a good thing you've said you're staying."

"I happen to think of you as mine as well." She leaned her head on his shoulder, licking his neck. "There's a lot of women who're eyeing you."

"We should stage a fight and you'd scare them. They'd back off." He pulled her hair to get her to lean back and licked her chest. "Besides, I don't care about those women."

"I know. That's why I don't beat the shit outta them."

The bath wasn't the best place for sex and she was glad when he stood up and started walking towards the bed, mumbling spells to get them dry. He laid them down on the bed, slid inside her again.

"Look at me, Alma," he said, hovering over her. "I'm gonna tell you all day today, probably for a few weeks and then I'll be sure of you staying and go back to a proud, grumpy old man again, but I love you. And even when I'm that proud man, I'll still love you."

"Okay."

"And I was serious about the list. I want it, because being a rich, proud old man means that I'm gonna show you how much I love you by buying you things, instead of saying it. That's how I work."

She wrapped her legs around him. "Does that mean that you've loved me since you gave me all that jewelry?"

"Yes. Or at least been in love with you since then."

She lost focus for a while. He'd been in love with her since then. That was... at Neville's wedding. A really long time ago. Before she'd even fully realized herself that she was in love with him.

"Not to complain, darling, but when you drift off it brings back bad memories about us having sex. I like you present when I do this."

"Sorry, you caught me off guard."

He laughed. "Not half as off guard as I was when I understood why I was throwing diamonds on you."