A/N: I know I said this would be fast paced but might feel a little slow burny now, but we get some heavy fun stuff happening soon and then I wrote their first sex scene for chapter ten last night… sneak peak:
"Fuck." I hissed out, bucking my hips up into him. "Are you going to fuck me now?"
A slow smile slide across Lucius' face as he ran his thumb across my bottom lip. "Yeah, kitten, I'm going to fuck you now."
Chapter Five
Lucius took me to lunch the next three days, and was surprisingly civil. He took opportunities to leave me breathless after a kiss or by saying something that left me blushing and my knickers wet. And I would have never expected Lucius Malfoy to be so tactile, but he was always touching me - a hand on my lower back, my hand in the crook of his arm, and one afternoon as we waited in line at the Leaky Cauldron for the Floo, he had rested his hand at the back of my neck.
He was driving me absolutely insane. I was aching and constantly wet, and no matter what I did, I couldn't reach the same climax that I had against that bookshelf.
"The seamstress would like to come by your flat this evening and get your measurements."
I was pulled out of my thoughts by Lucius. It was Thursday afternoon and we were enjoying the mild afternoon by sitting on the patio outside of the restaurant. We had finished our meal and I was basking in the sunlight. It was still chilly, but the wind had died down from earlier in the week.
"My measurements for what?"
Lucius paused from wiping his mouth with a napkin, looking at me curiously, like he was waiting for me to realize something. He flicked his eyes down to where my left hand was, my fingers drumming on the table, and then I remembered.
"Oh, right." I curled my hand into a fist and placed my right hand over it. "Are we really going to have a wedding? Can't we just do the binding ceremony at the Ministry?"
"At the risk of starting an argument, there are certain expectations for Malfoys and the Prophet is pestering me for the details and an interview. October twenty-sixth is the wedding date, by the way."
I blinked at him. That was in barely over two weeks. And an interview? Did he expect me to participate or was that something he was doing on his own? Merlin I hoped he was doing it alone.
"I would also like for you to move in with me before the wedding."
"I should've known that you had an ulterior motive." I said, shaking my head. It was naive to think that he'd been taking me to lunch this week simply to get to know me better.
Move in with him and give up my last two weeks of freedom? I hadn't even begun to start packing my flat. I wasn't prepared to move in with him. And if I moved in, did that mean that we'd have sex? An image of Lucius hovering above me, his body flush against mine, and his piercing grey eyes staring down at me flashed through my mind, and I shifted in my seat.
"You will notice that I requested that you move in with me. I should think that is progress." Lucius said magnanimously.
"And is it truly a request? Can I decline?" I knew my question was irrelevant. Lucius was going to do whatever he wanted, and if I declined, I'd come home one evening and everything in my flat would be gone anyways.
"You could, but we've been getting on so well. I've had a guest room prepared for you, and you can bring things over as you see fit. It would expedite the planning as well; I am sure you have an opinion regarding the ceremony."
"A guest room?"
"Well, yes. I would never desire to make you feel as if I had behaved inappropriately, Olivia." He was practically purring, his voice dropping a few octaves.
"No one could ever accuse you of behaving inappropriately, Lucius." I rolled my eyes, looking out over Diagon Alley. I quietly contemplated my options before throwing caution to the wind. "Fine."
Lucius rapped his knuckles on the table twice and smiled. "Wonderful. I have to pop out of the country tomorrow morning on some business, but I will return Saturday morning. You can bring whatever you'd like over and spend some time at the Manor, we'll have tea with the planner that afternoon, and then the theater here in Diagon Alley is performing The Dragon Slayer Saturday evening."
"And you put all of that together just now, did you? Didn't have anything preplanned?"
"I did not want to make any assumptions, but it is better to be prepared." Lucius said as he stood and buttoned his suit jacket.
I had been meaning to step in to a shop and pick up a watch, but I hadn't made a serious effort. There were clocks all over the Ministry and as I rarely ate lunch outside of the cafeteria, I hadn't really needed a watch to keep track of my lunch hour. So I just relied on Lucius to indicate when we should start heading back to the Leaky Cauldron.
We made our way back to my office and said goodbye, Lucius reminding me that he wouldn't be by on Friday since he had business to attend to. I didn't pry, but I was curious about where he was going and for what.
I finished the rest of the day at work and the seamstress stepped through my Floo shortly after six. For an hour, she poked, prodded, and measured every inch of me. Humming and sighing occasionally, commenting colors that would work better for me than others. I used to think that my mother scrutinized every part of my body, but it was very different to have someone literally measure everything. By the time she'd finished, I was feeling pretty exposed and so I went to bed early.
The next day I was having lunch with Ron, Harry, and Hermione in the Ministry cafeteria. I hadn't had much time to speak with them considering I'd had lunch with Lucius every day that week, and so I caught them up on the week's events, omitting the more salacious scenes. They were currently staring at me in disbelief after I informed them that I'd start moving in with Lucius this weekend.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Ollie, but are you sure you're not moving a little fast?" Ron asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"You mean faster than having to marry basically a complete stranger within thirty days of the Ministry decreeing that I have to marry said person and have two children with them?" I responded dryly.
Harry laughed. "She does have a point."
"Well yeah, but Hermione and I have been dating almost four years and we haven't even moved in together yet. You've known Malfoy, like been formally introduced to him, for barely a week."
I sighed, poking my spoon around in my soup. "I don't know. He's kind of making me see things a little differently is all. It's weird; I wasn't expecting him to encourage me to think about what I'd want out of this, and now I'm really considering reapplying to the Potions Mastery program."
"It's still amazing to me that he just offered up Snape's assistance." Harry said. The two had reconciled a little bit after the final battle, but they were by no means friends.
"Apparently I'd made an impression. I did always get some of the highest marks in our year. Except for sixth year when Harry somehow wiped the floor with all of us." I said, glaring at him.
"That's because he was using Professor Snape's old Potions book. He'd made all these notes in the margins and Harry used them instead of the official instructions." Hermione cut in with a sniff. "We initially didn't know it was the professor's book and I was quite concerned that he was following random instructions."
"Oh, so you cheated. How very Slytherin of you." I said with a grin.
"It wasn't cheating! I was just using a different source." Harry shrugged.
I hummed and nodded because he did have a point. The conversation turned to Hermione and Ron's matching process; they'd both received their eligibility letters and Ron had filed his petition. I noticed that Hermione's smile was a little tight and she kept averting her gaze whenever Ron would look at her. There was something going on there.
We emptied our trays and Harry and Ron headed back to the DMLE with a wave, and Hermione walked with me toward the elevators.
"Would you like to come over tonight and hang out? Maybe help me organize a few things into boxes?" I asked, capitalizing on an opportunity to spend some time with my friend and opening the door for her to talk if she wanted.
Her face lit up into a smile and she nodded vehemently. "Yes, I'd love that! Pizza's on me."
Hermione Floo'd over around six-thirty and we conjured boxes before starting to organize and pack. I did live rather sparsely if you disregarded my books, so it wasn't too overwhelming, but after about an hour we took a break to order delivery from my favorite pizza place and I opened a bottle of cheap wine. After a few glasses of wine, I no longer had the filter to not ask.
"Okay, so what is up with you and Ron?"
I was sitting cross legged on the floor sorting books into piles and Hermione was in my kitchen wrapping up plates in newspaper.
She sighed and was quiet for a moment before saying, "I don't know that I want to marry him, Ollie."
"What?" I gasped, turning around to stare at her. "I thought he was the love of your life?"
"I thought so too." Hermione said quietly, holding a plate in her hands and staring down at it. "But with the Marriage Law… I don't know. Ron and I kind of clung to each other after the war and it's fine, but it's not really working."
I was flabbergasted. I'd thought that Hermione and Ron were happy and in love.
"So what are you going to do? He's already filed the petition paperwork."
"I don't know." She said, her voice welling with emotion.
I scrambled to my feet and hurried over to wrap her in a hug.
"I talked to someone in the DMM and they said that I could choose between a petitioner and my official match, but if I don't choose Ron, it'll be a disaster. Harry and Ginny and you will have to choose sides and I don't want to lose Ron from my life."
She started crying into my shoulder and I held her tighter. This law was really wreaking havoc.
"I'm not choosing sides, and if I had to, I'd choose you." I said, and she let out a watery laugh.
"Thank you, Ollie."
We resumed packing and Hermione left around eleven. I got up the next morning and got ready for the day. I was standing in my kitchen drinking a cup of coffee when the Floo activated and Lucius stepped through. I was a little surprised when I saw him. He was wearing a heather grey long sleeve t-shirt, black slacks with a belt, and black loafers. I'd never seen him not wearing a suit or a dress shirt.
"Good morning, Olivia." Lucius was scanning the flat, taking in the boxes and disarray. "I see you have made some progress."
"Yeah, Hermione came over last night and helped me." I shifted nervously. "I wasn't sure how much you'd want to move or anything. I've labeled everything that's ready." I pointed to a corner where I had collected boxes that I'd sealed with a charm.
Lucius pulled his wand out of his cane and did a quick nonverbal charm to banish them.
"Are you particularly attached to this furniture?" he sneered, glaring at my mismatched bookshelves like they had personally offended him.
"No." I laughed, shaking my head. As much as I'd love to make him find a place for my furniture in the Manor, I didn't really care.
"Good. I assume you will bring the cat with you through the Floo? And it's well trained?"
"Loki is very well trained, thank you. And yes, I'll bring him through in his carrier." I had already cleaned his litter box and shrunk it along with his bag of food and toys.
Lucius stepped over to the bed and tapped his wand to my suitcase, which contained a week's worth of clothes and toiletries, and it disappeared. Loki meandered his way over to Lucius and immediately flopped over to accept belly pats.
"He does seem to be rather docile. There is a utility room off the kitchens that can house the litterbox. The house-elves can maintain it."
I picked up the carrier from the couch and placed it on the bed, clicking my tongue at Loki twice, and he climbed in easily with a meow.
I followed Lucius through the fireplace and into the Manor. He gave me a cursory tour of the ground floor and first floor, and then brought us to the landing of the second floor. He pointed to the right and said that the West Wing was Draco's and I stared at him.
"Draco still lives here?"
"Malfoy's live at the Manor. When Draco marries, he, his wife, and children will live in the West Wing, or they can move to the third floor which has a suite with its own kitchen. That floor is traditionally the floor that the patriarch would move to when the heir marries, but as we will have children as well, I'll be retaining my rooms until they are grown."
"Interesting." I said quietly. It was weird, actually, more than interesting. Was I going to have breakfast every morning with Lucius, Draco, and whatever poor soul married Draco? How odd was it going to be to have my children be siblings to Draco and aunts or uncles to kids their same age?
"Don't overthink it." Lucius said, placing his hand on my lower back and guiding me into the East Wing.
We passed a few studies, sitting rooms, and doors that were closed, and at the end of the hall, Lucius opened double doors into a lavish sitting room. It was tastefully decorated in Slytherin colors, which I wasn't surprised about, and there were two doors on either side.
"This is the Master suite." Lucius said, pointing to the door on the left. He walked forward and opened the door on the right, gesturing for me to go in ahead of him. "And this is the room for the Lady of the Manor."
The bedroom was almost double the size of my entire flat and decorated in differing shades of blue. My suitcase was on the divan that sat at the end of the large bed. I set the carrier on the floor and unzipped it, and Loki bounded out immediately, curious as ever. Lucius showed me the bathroom, which was also very large with a separate shower and bathtub, and then he opened the doors to the closet, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. There were already a few pieces inside, and I distinctly recognized a Muggle designer, Dolce & Gabanna.
"I took the liberty of commissioning a few pieces of clothing with the measurements the seamstress procured for your wedding dress."
"A few?" I gaped, walking into the closet. They were all designer, both Muggle and wizard. There were at least six dresses, a few full outfits with both trousers and skirts, and a gown. There were a few choices of shoes in the footwear carousel. I stepped toward the built in drawers and started to look through them.
"Your provision in the contract says that I can only dictate how you dress when you're representing the Malfoy family in public, but technically once you have the Malfoy name, that is any time you step foot out of the Manor." I whirled on him angrily, but he raised a hand. "I will only enforce that when we are attending an event, such as a charity fundraiser or the theater, however, that does not mean that I cannot provide the clothing to you in hopes that you will wear it."
I gritted my teeth and sighed, realizing that he had outsmarted me fair and square, and hopefully he kept his word. I continued going through the drawers and found rather lacey undergarments. I picked up a black lace thong between two fingers and held it up, glancing back at him.
"Dictating how you dress also includes undergarments, Olivia." He said with a grin.
"You are impossible." I muttered as I shoved the knickers back into the drawer, blushing.
"I have more garments on order. There were only a few options available that I approved of; everything else is custom."
"I'm surprised you bought Muggle clothing." I said as I walked back into the main part of the bedroom.
"I am full of surprises, Olivia." Lucius said as he stepped up beside me, tugging gently on the end of my hair before sliding his hand up my back and settling the palm of his hand on the back of my neck.
"Mmhm." I hummed, glancing around the room again and trying to ignore the heat that was slowly building between my legs. There was a desk and chair situated against one of the large windows, a comfy arm chair and sofa in front of the fireplace, and various decorations throughout the room. There were no portraits, only pieces of artwork. And then there was a door I wasn't sure about. "Where does that lead?" I asked, pointing to it.
"To my rooms."
"Oh." I squeaked. "Actually, I thought you said you had prepared a guest room for me?"
"I lied." He said simply, and he used his hand on my neck to pull me to him, lowering his face to mine and kissing me. As we snogged, I moved progressively closer to him, settling my hands on his chest as he brough his other arm around me to press me against his body.
When he pulled away, I was panting hard and my hands had fisted in his shirt.
"If I did not know any better, I would think you were enjoying yourself." He mused, his eyes boring into mine. There was a slight flush to his face and his lips were pink.
"Only minimally." I said dismissively.
With a smirk, he started walking me backward until my back hit the wall and his hand slid from my neck to my hair. My breathing hitched as I remembered being in a similar situation almost a week ago, and my heart started to race in anticipation at it happening again. Lucius kissed me once before moving his lips to my ear and grazing his teeth across my earlobe, eliciting a gasp from me.
"Well, if you're only minimally enjoying yourself, I will not keep bothering you."
And in an instant, his lips and hands were gone, and he was walking across the room.
"Wait, what?" I gasped, still breathing hard, missing his warmth.
He threw a smirk at me over his shoulder and said, "If you want me to touch you again, you'll have to ask. I'll meet you in the sitting room downstairs at three as that is when the planner will be here. Feel free to explore – just don't open any doors that are locked. There are things in the Manor that aren't as welcoming to Muggleborns as I am."
He closed the bedroom door behind him and left me standing there aroused and kind of angry. I was angry at him because I knew that he was playing with me, and I was angry at myself because I was fairly certain that I was going to let him win the game.