Lucius had been nursing a brandy, having finished the dinner his house elf had arranged for him in his study, when his owl returned with the letter from Matilda. He'd been a little disappointed that he hadn't received one earlier in the day, but given how busy he knew she would be with her studies right before final exams, he couldn't blame her.

He groaned deeply as he took in what she'd written, as short as it was. He hadn't thought she'd have such a high drive to need to masturbate twice a day. And a vibrator? He'd read about them in one of the books Severus had given to him. Perhaps Severus could purchase one that he could give to Matilda? He'd be quite interested in the effect it would have on her.

He had in fact, waited. He was achingly hard and decided he wasn't going to wait any longer as he used his free hand to unzip his trousers and pull himself free, groaning as he gave a few quick strokes, knocking his bandy back and depositing the tumbler on the desk so he could use that hand to cup his balls, giving them a firm squeeze. He was momentarily tempted to set up a camera so he could send her a picture, but quickly decided that when she finally did see all of him, he wanted it to be in person.

It took very little effort to summon the image of her beautifully flushed skin and perfect breast to his mind as he set a strong rhythm, giving a twist on the upstroke, licking his lips as he remembered just how succulent her nipple had been as his tongue had swirled around it. When he saw her next, he fully intended to see both breasts. He had meant what he said when he wrote to her, that he fully intended to pay attention to both breasts equally.

As body parts go, aside from thoroughly enjoying burying his face between a woman's thighs, his favourite parts had to be a woman's breasts. Narcissa's had been a pleasantly perfect handful. But, after Draco was born, she didn't much like them being touched. Lucius never truly understood the reason why. It also didn't help that Narcissa's drive hadn't exactly been the highest. Once a week was all he'd gotten when they were trying for Draco, and after he was born, barely once a month. He could honestly say that he'd done more masturbating as a married man than he ever had as a horny teenager.

His marriage to Narcissa had been political. It benefitted both families and ensured a future line. He hadn't been particularly unhappy with the match. In honestly, he'd been grateful that he hadn't been paired with Bella. He might have had a better sex life, but she was as mad as a bag of cats and far too enamoured with The Dark Lord to be a wife. Narcissa had been the best choice for everyone involved and over time he'd grown rather fond of her. He couldn't be certain what she would have done had she lived, he had suspected that she'd been considering divorce after the war, but then her illness had quashed any ideas she might have had. It was difficult to lose her after so long together, but it was far worse for Draco. Lucius had offered Draco the Manor when he married Astoria, but he refused. For all the good memories of his childhood before The Dark Lord had returned, there were too many bad ones since for him to want to raise his family there. Lucius had understood. He'd given Draco their house in Kensington, which left him alone in the Manor. Perhaps his grandson, Scorpius, could inherit the Manor, or his future children with Matilda.

He'd thought about how Matilda would look, pregnant with his child. He could almost see the glow of her skin as her fertile young body nourished their child, her breasts swelling in readiness. He hadn't ever considered that he could be a father again, especially now that he had a grandchild. It was rather like starting all over again. He wondered if this was the second chance he needed. If it was, he intended to do things differently. He might have been forced into a marriage for a second time, but that didn't mean it had to be a distant one. He could definitely grow to care for Matilda. He was already attracted to her.

The thought of her pregnant with his child led him to think on all the ways he could ensure it would happen. He wasn't intending to bed her before they were married, though it wouldn't be against the rules if they did. He wanted it to happen when she was most comfortable. But, he still let his mind wander over the multitude of ways he could have her, ensuring not a single drop of his seed was wasted.

He opened his eyes and looked at his desk. He could certainly imagine her on her back, bottom resting against the edge as her thighs were spread wide to let him settle between them, her breasts bouncing as he thrust firmly into her.

He licked his lips as his hand worked faster, the hand on his balls massaging and squeezing as he tried to imagine her doing much the same, her fingers plunging into her hot, wet depths as a hand rolled and tugged on a perfect nipple. He wished he had a picture of her he could use, though he'd never be so uncouth as to ask for one. He'd have the real thing in two months.

A few more expertly placed strokes had him grunting as he spilled over his hand, his hips arching upwards as further cries left his lips. He had fully intended to write back once he'd come back to his usual senses, but he'd been so pent up throughout most of the day he found it difficult to keep his eyes open. He fell asleep soon after, his hand still covered in his release and his softening cock still out.

Matilda wasn't sure what to think when she hadn't had a letter by morning. Of course, she knew he had his own life and in two short months she'd know what he did with his time. Still, she had plenty to fill her Thursday with and there were several revision classes at the end of the day that she had intended to go to. Exams would be starting in the next week and would continue until they finished the year in the middle of July.

As it was, Lucius had woken some time before midnight, his hand still sticky from his climax and his cock still out, feeling the chill of the study since the fire had died out. The brandy had certainly helped to make him sleepy, but he hadn't drunk enough to pass out. The memory of his orgasm explained it as he recalled how he'd been picturing her breasts and how arousing they had been to him.

They'd had four dates so far, and it had genuinely surprised him just how much he had come to look forward to them. Every time he'd met with her, he'd enjoyed learning what she likes and how she behaves outside of the school. Attraction had happened very quickly, despite the fact that she wasn't usually the type of woman he was used to. She was petite and rather more delicate than he'd anticipated, with smaller breasts than he would ordinarily prefer, slender hips and tiny hands. If anything, her compact size had drawn him in, wanting nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms and do all he can to ensure she's safe and happy. He had been truthful when he'd told her he wanted her to achieve her ambition of becoming a Healer. He would do all he could to ensure it, despite the law imposed upon them.

There was a purity to her that had utterly captivated him. There wasn't a single aspect to her that he could see was bad. He wanted to nurture her light and help it shine. Was it redemption? Atonement? He honestly had no idea what it was, but he wasn't sure he cared for the reason why.

He was perfectly aware that he was so much older than her, given he was now in his early 50's and she would be 18 in a matter of days. Despite his reputation having taken a battering after the war, completely deserved, he was still at a greater advantage. He was more experienced, wealthy, privileged through his pureblood birth, and had developed his sense of self over decades of living. Matilda was only at the beginning of her life and hadn't had the best start. It was important to him to ensure he balanced things out between them as much as he could.

It was then that he realised he had the perfect wedding ring for her. His mother's wedding ring was still with all the other Malfoy heirlooms. Narcissa hadn't wanted it when they'd gotten married. It was too small and delicate for her more ostentatious tastes. It was a platinum ring with a design of slender vines that curled around, encasing a single sapphire. It was perfect. Flawless and delicate, and in her house colours. It could be magically resized on the day of their wedding.

It would be a day for errands, so Lucius dragged himself to bed, intent on visiting his Gringotts vault to retrieve some items, including the ring. He also intended to set up a vault for Matilda. He wasn't sure if she had her own, given that she lived with her muggle brother and had no magical family to inherit any money from. He would ensure she had nothing to worry about.

When Matilda finally returned to her dorm, it was almost 9pm. She'd rushed some dinner before her revision classes and had barely had time to do anything else. Fortunately, she had a letter waiting for her on her bed. She recognised the Malfoy seal and smiled. His owl must have dropped it off at some point during the day. She only hoped it hadn't been in the morning.

Dearest Matilda,

I must apologise for not writing back last night. I got quite carried away with myself after receiving your last letter, I fell asleep in my study soon after. You are proving to be as much of a distraction to me as I apparently am to you. I'd become quite aroused waiting for your letter, I can scarcely recall a stronger climax.

I hope at least you've had a productive day with your studies, I know exams are to start imminently. I know you'll do perfectly well and I dearly hope that you aren't becoming stressed with the work I know you must be putting in. As I have said before should you need any help, I am more than happy to oblige.

Now, I must discuss your healthy appetite for masturbation. I hadn't thought to ask how often you need to give yourself some relief, but I must say, I am rather delighted you enjoy it both morning and night. I would be more than happy to satisfy those needs whenever you like, in whatever way you like, in any room we happen to be in. There are a good deal of rooms in your future home that have not yet experienced such rapturous pleasure. I believe muggles call it Christening each room? It certainly bears some consideration.

Yours,

Lucius.

Matilda giggled to herself. He'd become so aroused that he'd passed out? She didn't think she'd ever had such an effect on anyone. She had to admit, she'd found herself so worked up it barely took more than a couple of minutes before she was coming.

Christening rooms in his house. The thought excited her. She knew he lived in a Manor, so there would surely be dozens of rooms for them to Christen? They needed to be married first and actually share a bed. She was still a little nervous about that. She'd enjoyed feeling how good his lips had felt on her skin, her nipples tingling as he'd licked and sucked on them. She was certainly attracted to him, but she was also new to all this intimacy. She wanted to reciprocate, but she had no experience and so didn't really know how. She was wholly relying on his guidance in that respect.

When Friday finally rolled around, Matilda threw herself into her day, grateful that there would be no revision lessons. Professor Snape always refused to set any extra lessons or detentions on a Friday, and she suspected it was because he spent most of his Fridays with Lucius.

This Friday was no exception, and he arrived at the Manor at 6pm on the dot, brushing floo powder from his cloak and clutching a bottle of wine as a house elf offered to take it.

He made his way to their usual meeting place of the dining room, Lucius already sipping a brandy.

"Always on time, Severus," he quipped.

"I've no idea why you feel the need to point it out every week."

Snape sat down in his usual seat, slinging his cloak over the chair next to him.

"I have Matilda's ring. I retrieved it from my vault today," Lucius stated.

"An heirloom? I thought you had intended to buy something new? Isn't that why you wanted me to talk to her? Find out what she liked?"

"I did, but then I remembered my mother's ring. Narcissa never wanted it."

"You're giving Matilda your mother's wedding ring?" Snape asked, surprised.

"It's perfect for her. Platinum and sapphire. Very delicate and rather understated compared to the one Narcissa had. Hers went to Astoria."

"I'm rather surprised you'd give something so personal to her."

"Why not? She is going to be my wife and the future mother of any children we have," Lucius said, shrugging and sipping his brandy.

"Merlin's balls, you're falling for her already?"

"Don't talk rubbish! I've known her for barely a month! I just don't see why it should be left to collect dust in the vault. I have no one else to give it to. Draco's child is a boy and there's no sign they will have more."

"I can see it now, Lucius. She's going to have you wrapped around her delicate little finger," Snape scoffed, pouring himself some wine after the house elf brought him the decanter.

"No need to get soppy, Severus. There's no reason I can't make things as pleasant as possible for her. She's had precious little of that in her life, by all accounts."

"Please tell me you haven't bedded her yet?"

"Do you truly think so little of me? No, I haven't. Not even had my fingers inside her yet, despite the temptation. I have no intention of doing anything she doesn't want me to do. If she wishes to wait until we are married, then we will wait. As it is, she hasn't said either way yet," Lucius explained.

"Just try not to go blind with all the wanking."

Lucius let out a breathy laugh. "As it happens, I passed out in my study last night. I'll admit, the arousal I feel when thinking about her is a complete surprise. Her inexperience in flirtation in her letters certainly isn't helping."

"You're writing to each other?"

"Certainly. I only get to see her once a week until she leaves the school, so why shouldn't we converse via owl?"

"I never imagined you'd be the type to send anyone sex letters," Snape responded, taking a long drink of his wine.

"I wouldn't categorise them as such. I'm not about to demand she send me pictures of herself. When I see her form, I want it to be in person. Though, I was treated to a most succulent breast last week," Lucius replied, smirking at the memory.

"She flashed you?"

Lucius laughed. "No, nothing of the sort. We were having dinner. The waiter drew a privacy curtain around us and we were simply kissing. I let a hand wander to feel her breast and her dress slipped lower. I simply took the opportunity to have my first taste. She wasn't complaining. Quite the opposite."

"Lucius, she is still my student. My best student. I really don't need to hear about you sucking on her tits!"

"Don't be such a prude, Severus. She's 18 in days, and she's my fiancée. Things could be so much worse for the both of us. We each could have been paired with people neither of us would ever like. This is my second arranged marriage, and I want things to be different. Narcissa and I were never a love match. Although I became fond of her, we were never the picture of love."

"I understand that you want to make the most of this. I do. Have you spoken to Draco about all this?" Snape asked.

Lucius cleared his throat. "No, I haven't. I'm sure he knows about the law, and most of the matches have been publicised by the Prophet. It's not as though he could protest it. She's not exactly going to be his step mother, he's a grown man. Would it be ideal if she was older? Of course. But, we both know that the Ministry cares about procreation. 17 being the minimum age benefits them in this respect. The younger the woman, the more children she might have. Thankfully, there are no stipulations that we need to have more than one, though that could always change."

"I'm told the back lash has been extreme. Many people have considered leaving the country. Many of the old pureblood families don't want their ancestry to be 'tainted', despite all the effort to quash the idea of blood purity. The worst part is, this law doesn't even consider any existing relationships, or non-heterosexual people. I can't see it remaining in place for too long," Snape said.

"For the sake of any bad matches, I certainly hope you're right."

Lucius didn't add that such a repeal might mean his own marriage might become annulled. He would abide by anything that Matilda wanted, but truthfully, he was starting to look forward to having someone in the Manor with him, sharing his life, not just his bed.

"On the other hand, they could make an amendment that could mean half-bloods are also affected," Snape mused.

"What would you do if that was the case?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think leaving would help. I have no family anywhere else."

"I suppose it's a bridge to cross when we come to it."

Snape nodded and finished his wine as the house elves began bring out the food they'd prepared. He hoped it would be a bridge that would never be built, let alone one he'd have to cross.