Hello Loves,
I know I said I'd have the second chapter uploaded a few days ago but there was a small internet problem at the house but now that it's all fixed... =DDD I'm too happy to post the second chapter to the story! I'm not all crazy it but I absolutely love chapter 3 so far so hang on! It's gonna get better I promise! =)
Hope you don't hate it too much!
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Plan A : FAILED
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"Marcus!" I scream form my office, "get me the blueprint for the structure on WesterField!"
Massaging my temples, I try to take my mind off the problem at hand.
"Hi mate" I hear as my door opens to let my business partner in.
"Hi" I grumble, moving some papers around my desk.
"Care to have lunch with Potter and I at the Lagoon?" Blaise Zabini asks.
"I'm not much for food nowadays but sure let's go. I need to get some air." I mumble.
"What's gotten into you today? I haven't seen you this grumpy in a while…"
"Humph long story…"
As we make our way out the building, I proceed to tell him about the ridiculous sex diet my wife has decided to put me on.
I should've known however that Blaise being the ex-slytherin he was would found no compassion into my situation. Instead, he was laughing so hard he could barely walk a straight line as it was.
Entering the small restaurant on Diagon Alley, I headed straight towards Potter, not caring to wait for my EX-friend.
"Potter…" I groan, pulling a chair and sitting down with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Malfoy…" He greets back. "What's gotten into him?" He asked, pointing to Blaise who was now holding onto the entrance door, laughing his guts out.
Picking up a menu in front of me, I royally ignore Zabini, answering nonchalantly to Potter that he was making fun of me for the predicament I was in.
Frowning his brows as Blaise finally calmed down and joined us, Potter, to my surprise asks:
"Is that book Hermione took that ridiculous idea from named 'Dr Phil's Guide to Better Sex' by any chance?"
"What?... Yes…! How did you know that?" I inquire.
Watching as Potter sunk deeper into his chair, I raised an eyebrow, still ignoring Blaise who apparently was having a hard time keeping a straight face.
"Pansy called me at work this morning blabbing about a certain Dr Phil and how we would not be having sex for the next 4 weeks…" he moped as Blaise burst out laughing again, tears now flowing freely down his cheeks. "I thought she was joking but now that you say Hermione has done the same thing to you…"
He swallowed hard, seeming to examine what options he might have at persuading Pansy to give up on her crazy idea. After a few minutes of looking gradually mentally defeated, he looked back to Blaise who by now had attracted everyone's attention to our table with his laughing tantrum.
"Zabini…" I hiss dangerously, "If you do not stop making fun of us right this second I swear I'll hex you into another nationality…"
Lifting his index finger to me, I see him breathe deeply in and out until there's only a small shake in his shoulders.
"Now that that is settled" he starts with a grin on the corner of his lips, "I find it necessary to ask that you both keep your wives away from mine before they implant their rather ridiculous ideas of forbidding sex into my lovely spouse's head. I do sympathize with your situation believe me but I'd much rather not have to sympathize with myself as well…"
Shooting him a glare, I look at Potter once more.
"What do you propose we do about this Scarhead because I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my sanity for much longer if I must go 4 weeks without making love to my wife…"
With a grimace, Potter snorts:
"You know… we might be friends but I'm still uneasy with your mentioning of having sex with my best friend…"
"Grow up mate you guys have much bigger problems!" Blaise interrupts rolling his eyes. "I think you guys should try seducing Pansy and Hermione until they give in."
"I thought about that but Hermione is downright stubborn. She'll manage to keep away from me…"
"So is Pansy…" Potter adds with the look of a defeated man.
"Well… your only option then is to find a substitute partner for the next four weeks…" Blaise chants with an evil grin.
"I really am this close to punching you Zabini…" Potter says, massaging his nose under his glasses.
We stay silent for a few more minutes, ignoring Blaise's here and there chuckles.
"Ok Potter… Here's what we're going to do… We're going to invite our wives to the restaurant tonight to try to knock some sense into their heads… And if that doesn't work… well, I'll be walking around my house naked until Hermione gives in and decides to put me out of my misery!"
"Enough with the graphics Malfoy!" Potter says wrinkling his nose. "But ok let's say tonight at 8 at the Yce Parlor?"
"Tonight then…"
"Oh this should be good!" Blaise says, incapable of wiping that stupid smirk off his face. "Can I be invited too?"
"NO!" both me and Potter answer at the same time.
Starting again with his fit of laughter, Blaise proceeds to telling us how life was going to be hard for us if we didn't get laid in the next couple of days.
"Should you punch him first or should I?" I ask Potter calmly.
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One after the other, I popped the grapes into my mouth, absentmindedly looking over the Daily Prophet. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't hear the small 'pop' sound my wife made as she apparated into the living room.
As she walks in, her hair tied into a bun and her neck nicely exposed to my view, I swallow difficultly.
"Hi…" she says walking to me after dropping her bag on the counter.
For a second or so, I'm hoping she's going to kiss me so I close my eyes and tell myself that Dr Phil and his stupid guide were all a nightmare… but she leans in and kisses my cheek.
It takes me a few seconds to come back brutally to reality and when I do, I start a mental list of all the dark magic spells I can remember to use against that Dr. Phil.
"Hi love…" I mumble, reluctantly letting her put her arms around my neck.
If she wasn't going to kiss me or have sex with me why on earth was the woman touching me like that, only making me hornier than I already was…?
"We're having dinner tonight with Potter and Pansy at the Yce Parlor" I say, watching her as she nods and takes one of my grapes and pops it into her mouth.
I want to tell her that her beloved Dr Phil didn't allow her to share my food if she wasn't at least going to kiss me but I stop as she leans in and rests her head on my shoulder.
"Ugh I had such a terrible day at work today… The major potions for SeaGull Potions Inc aren't ready and they're due by next Monday!"
Breathing in deeply the sweet vanilla smell of her hair, I bring my hand up to caress her back leisurely, repressing the thoughts that already started blooming in my head.
"I'm sure you'll get it done in time…"
"I hope so…" she yawns. "Where are the kids anyway?"
"Scorpius is somewhere around the house doing Merlin knows what; Xane is spending the night at Blaise's house with Matthew; Ax' and Stark are fast asleep."
"Oh good then I have a few minutes to relax. I'm going to take a bath you're coming?"
For an instant I wonder if she enjoys torturing me because I mean WHY would I want to take a bath with her if I was going to come out of it more frustrated than I already was…
"Uh… are you going to be fully clothed in this bath?"
"Why of course not honey…" she laughs.
"Well then I think I'll pass love… I'm already sexually deprived enough as it is…"
"I think you're making this way worse than it is baby but ok we'll do it some other time then."
She gives me a quick peck on the lips and makes her way upstairs, leaving me with the unhealthy thought of her in the tub with absolutely no clothes on…
I gulp. Get up. Go straight to the liquor cabinet. Pull out a bottle of firewhiskey and down the acrid liquid straight from the bottle.
There… I feel better. Maybe I could be a drunk for the next for weeks?
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So there it was...
I like seeing it as a transition chapter so excuse me if it wasn't so exciting :/ Stay put for chapter 3! I should be posting it very soon... And even sooner if i get a few reviews :P lol joking.
Kisses,
Mrs Malfoyy.