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11

Things happened fast, and suddenly they had their second anniversary. They spent it in Venice at a luxury hotel. Once again they spent hours in bed, talking, eating and fucking. He took her to the sights as well, since he enjoyed showing her things. When they went to bed that night, Alma was reading, and he was going through parchments.

The books she was reading was boring, mindnumblingly boring, and she didn't have the energy to try to fetch another one and looked at the two piles Lucius had sorted the parchments in.

"Why two piles?"

"One is urgent and the other are mostly invitations and things I can read later."

"Want me to help you with the not so important pile?"

He looked up at her with a surprised face. "Book boring?"

"Yes, but I'd like to help you. If I could help you with these things, you'd get more time to focus on me."

He smiled and gave her the pile. "Go through these, sort them and inform me how you see fit, and I'll go through them tomorrow to see how you did."

"Anyway I want?"

"I want to see how you think first. That way I'll know what to teach you."

She went through it all carefully, and she sorted it into different piles and made small notes on them. By the time she was finished, Lucius had been done for quite some time and was watching her with a small smile.

"What?" she asked and put them all aside.

"Nothing, just don't think I've see you so eager in quite a while." He moved closer. "Think I've figured out how to keep you happy when I don't have time to give you my full attention."

That's how it started. He was quite impressed with how she'd sorted and valued the invitations and the information, just had a few comments. He kept commenting the following weeks and just a few months later she was going through all his mail. Sorting what he needed to answer or read himself, and what she could respond to and just have him sign. Which was what she was doing one day when he came into the study.

"What are you wearing today?" he asked as he collected his parchments.

"Clothes," she answered as she kept writing the letter she was currently working on.

He chuckled and pulled her out of the chair. "Take them off."

She smiled and did. Two minutes later she was sprawled out on his desk, and he was eating her out.

"Believe it or not," he mumbled as he slid inside her, "I brought other clothes for you to wear, but this is much more pleasant."

She didn't have the wits to ask him what the meaning of other clothes was, since she was closing in on an orgasm. As he too came closer he pulled her up from the desk and held her close, groaning into her ear.

"So exquisite, always perfect."

"I love you," she mumbled, and he hugged her tighter.

"Again."

"I love you!"

He held her chin and looked into her eyes, still pumping his hips, getting both of them closer. "My beautiful wife."

"Tell me I'm yours," she almost whined. He still rarely told her he loved her, but she loved to hear him say those two words.

"You're mine!"

And then they both came, holding each other tight. She was naked, and he had only opened his fly. He pulled out and looked at her.

"Sorry, sometimes I just need to make sure you're as delicious as always," he mumbled. "I was going to ask you if you'd want to accompany me to a meeting."

"Really?"

"Grumpy men, and I'm trying to buy their mine in Hungary. Noticed them eyeing the serving lady yesterday so I figured a stunning revelation like you would totally throw them off and cut the price with at least five percent."

"Are you using me as bait?"

"Well, yes, but I also want you to learn. You don't only have a beautiful head, it's quite sharp."

"Quite?"

"Extremely sharp, definitely a Rawenclaw head, but my point was that you seem to enjoy helping me—so if you're interested."

"I am."

"Then get dressed, clothes are on the chair over there."

It was a black penn skirt, white blouse, black stockings and very high heels. She put it all on, put up her hair and turned towards Lucius who was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.

"Well?" she asked and did a small twirl.

"Something's missing."

She looked down. She thought she looked quite nice and the make-up should still be fairly okay. "What?"

"This," he said and held up a necklace. "Can't have too lavish jewelry for something like this, but one diamond is okay."

It was a single drop shaped diamond and it rested just above her cleavage. Lucius unbuttoned the blouse so it was sure it was seen and then gave her a kiss between her breasts.

"Perfect."

-o0o-

Lucius was resting in his armchair, and Snape was sitting in the opposite one. Snape'd had it up to here with all the nag at the school and had called and asked for an evening in peace at the Malfoy Manor. Lucius, feeling rather pleased with the development in the Hungarian mine that he'd bought for five percent under asking price, had been happy to oblige his old friend.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Alma said when she walked inside. "Professor Snape, nice to see you."

"Nice to see you, too, Alma."

"I didn't know you had company," Alma mumbled and put some parchments on the desk. "You can have a look a these later."

"Stop working and go to bed," he said and caught her arm as she passed him. "Did you hear me?"

"Yes." She leaned over and gave him a kiss. "I'll see you later. Night, Professor Snape."

"I think you can call me Snape now, Alma."

"Don't think I can, but I'll give it a try."

"Okay. Night Alma," Snape said as she left. When the door closed behind Alma, Snape smiled at him. "See you've started to make use of that brain."

"She offered. Said it would give me more time to focus on her. Now she's the one who never has any time."

"Don't try with me, Lucius. You're so pleased you're about to explode."

He merely smiled and took a sip from his whiskey. He was, actually. She was doing a great job and it meant they had more time together.

"She's... I don't know. She's..."

"Perfect," Snape said with a growl. "Sue says she'd ridiculously happy. In fact, she's been starting to nag that she could help me so we'd have more time together."

"You don't sound that pleased about it."

"I am. In a way. But.."

"But?"

"She's... pregnant."

Lucius stared at him with big eyes. "You're kidding!"

"No."

Lucius stood up and grabbed Snape into a hug. "That's great news. Or?"

"I think so. I mean... I never expected it to happen. But she wanted a child, and I didn't really have any objections."

"A child is good thing."

"I know. I just... never expected it."

"We should tell Alma."

"She knows. Sue told her when they had lunch. She made her promise not to tell you. Said I should be the one to let you know."

They shared another drink and then he went up to teach his sneaky wife a lesson. She was in bed, reading some parchments and he took them from her.

"You're a sneaky witch, and I'm going to teach you a lesson."

She simply smiled. "I assume he told you."

He grabbed the drop shaped diamond. She almost always wore it, and she said it was her favorite. He preferred the bigger necklaces, but those was hardly something you wore on regular days.

"I do remember telling you to stop working, so that's something I can punish you for."

"It is," she said with a smile. "But the good news would be that I've finished all the work and we can take a day off tomorrow."

"Bloody woman! I was looking forward to punishing you."

"Why don't we go up to the big bath and take a relaxing swim in the bubbles, instead. We could be naked."

"I love the way you think," he said and pulled her out of the bed. "Come on."

When he, twenty minutes later, felt the slippery wet girl hugging him from behind while nibbling on his earlobe, he groaned. Her breasts were pressed agains his back and when he felt her reach around him and grab his cock, he closed his eyes.

"Truly love the way your mind works, my dirty little girl."

"This man I know has taught me all the wicked things I know. He's a truly depraved old man," she whispered as she started to jerk him off. "I was such and innocent girl before I met him."

"Were you now?" he chuckled and grabbed her to move her to his front. "And what other things has this depraved man showed you?"

"Wonderful things." She latched her legs around his hips, and he groaned when he felt her still clean shaved mound press against him. "Sometimes he washes my hair. I like that."

He reached for the tap with shampoo and then started to lather up her hair. Her eyes were closed and head tilted back, showing her long, lean neck. With his hands in her hair, he dipped his head down and kissed her throat.

"Dip your head," he said, and with a smile she slipped under the surface of the water.

He stood still, hoping, and groaned when she took his rock hard cock into her mouth. It didn't last for long and when she breached the surface he grabbed her into a kiss. She tried to get her legs around him again, and he pushed her away.

"Honey, you can't skip the conditioner, your hair becomes a mess."

She growled, but didn't object. The same procedure repeated itself, with her getting under water and briefly sucking his dick. When she came up she did another try, but he scolded her.

"Darling, my hair needs washing too. You know how careful I am with my hair."

She glared at him, but took shampoo and started to clean his hair for him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her hands in his hair and her legs around him.

"Dip," she whispered after a slight bite in his ear.

He did, and she spread her legs for him. With a firm gripe on her thighs he buried his face in her pussy while pushing her towards the edge of the pool. Once she slammed into it, he broke the surface, caught her mouth with his and impaled her with his dick.

"What about conditioner?" she said and opened her eyes with a smile playing on her lips.

"I can pull out and let you apply it."

"No need to pull out." She reached for the tap and then combed it into his hair with her fingers while he leisurely moved in and out of her, feeling her entire pussy, squeezing him. "Dip."

Throwing her arms around her, he dipped them both while they kissed. Once up he moved them to the stairs out of the water, still inside her and laid her down on some towels.

"You have a such a delightfully wicked little mind," he mumbled and held her cheeks.

Once they'd both climaxed, he watched Alma floating around with her hair like a fan around her and the pebbled nipples just over the surface, teasing him. He moved closer and ran his fingertip along her nose.

"Tired?"

She stood up and nodded. He took her hand and they walked out of the water together. He mumbled a spell to dry them and they continued back to the bedroom, buck naked.

"Do you think it'll ever get boring? Having sex?" she asked squeezing his hand.

"Hasn't happened yet, and I've been having it for a lot longer than you."

"Yes, but I mean, do you think you'll get bored with having sex with just me?"

"No. We still have a lot of fun ahead of us. I haven't showed you all my cards, you little minx."

She looked at him in feigned horror. "Are you holding back on me?"

"No. Just saving some. I think you're satisfied with what we're doing so far, are you not?"

"Yes. But... if you're used to more, are you satisfied?"

"Very," he said and pulled her in for a kiss. "Absolutely no need to worry about that, darling." He looked at her. "Are you worried?"

"No. Not really. I'm more wondering how long it can be this good."

"Darlin," he said and caught her in an embrace, "please don't worry about it. If you feel it's starting to get boring—and believe me you won't miss a thing like that—talk to me and we'll resolve it."

"And you'll talk to me?"

"Yes." He dipped his head down and gave her forehead a kiss. "Don't worry. Really don't worry. You are spectacular."

He thought about it once she'd fallen asleep in his arms. He wasn't worried about it. If anyone would be tired of the other, it was much more likely that she'd get tired of him. He was a great deal older than her. She made those low sounds and moved closer to him, squeezing him in her sleep.

"I love you, Alma," he whispered and gave her a kiss.