So Long and Goodnight

written by: albe-chan

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money from this, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, non-consensual sex and sexual acts, nudity, etc.), and mildly graphic violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!

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Chapter Seven - May

"Get dressed," Thaddeus growled, throwing a large, flat box on the bed. Lily looked up from her book, brow furrowing. She'd been in bed for almost an hour, looking forward to an early night, and she was already clad in her pyjamas, face free of makeup.

"What?" she asked, confused. Her husband curled his lip, and Lily immediately put her book aside, sliding dutifully out of bed, beginning to unbutton her pink and white plaid pyjama top. "Why am I getting dressed?" she asked, looking at the floor and missing the way her husband's eyes travelled over her larger than normal breasts as they were slowly revealed. Her pyjama top fluttered to the floor after she shrugged out of it, reaching for the box.

"Because I told you to," Thaddeus said, tone imperious. He smirked darkly as she slid her pants off after undoing the little tie at her waist, then sneered at her full coverage, cotton bikini briefs.

"What's the occasion?" Lily pushed, eyeing the very nice, and decidedly stylish set of black dress robes that she spied inside the box after lifting the lid.

"The Annual Children's Ward Charity Gala for St. Mungo's," her husband said, turning away from her to regard his reflection in the full length mirror as she lifted the decadent robes from their tissue paper wrapping within the box, moving to her dresser. Lily's brows lifted. It had been, so far as she could recall, at least six months since her husband had taken her as his escort to any sort of function, let alone a grand one that any and every respectable member of society would be attending.

Lily fought the urge to cringe as Thaddeus watched through the mirror as she pushed her panties off her hips, stepping out of them and flicking her wand at them to send them and the rest of her clothes to the hamper to be laundered. The redheaded witch opened her lingerie drawer and thought about what would look best beneath robes she was sure would be too tight, and scandalously cut. Thad had always liked showing her off, and once upon a time, Lily hadn't minded being his trophy wife. Now she wanted to curse herself if it would excuse her presence. Her parents would be there, and probably her brothers too, as they were people of status and wealth, and donated to the St. Mungo's Children's Ward every year. And the thought of seeing her family without the protective, insulating comfort of her childhood home, she was terrified she'd mess up and make her husband upset.

She barely refrained from shuddering when a pair of warm hands slid up her bare arms. "This is the part where you say thank you," her husband rumbled, and Lily looked at the floor even as his very warm palms slid over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she whispered, heart pounding in mingled fear, and dread, and the tiniest splash of arousal that confused her and made her feel ashamed. What sort of woman could possibly be at all attracted to a man like her husband? A wizard who'd hurt her, and cut her down with both hands and words, and told her to be grateful he'd ever married her to begin with, and a man who made her hate herself and her very existence. What was wrong with her?

Lily closed her eyes as his hands dragged down her back and around her waist, gripping her lightly in a mockery of the way he'd once worshipped her body. "You're welcome," Thaddeus said, and she felt him smiling against the nape of her neck when his lips brushed her soft, vanilla and honeysuckle scented flesh. Her skin erupted in goosebumps and the redhead tried to tell herself she hated him. But if Thaddeus was anything, it was clever, and utterly manipulative, and she knew he could easily turn on the charm whenever he wanted her compliance. "Mmm, I don't think you're going to need these tonight," Thaddeus said, and slowly and gently closed the top drawer on her dresser as she stood before it.

Her breathing hitched when his hands, which had been stroking her waist tenderly, moved up her ribcage to caress the sensitive skin under her breasts. "Thad," she said, trying to keep her resolve to loathe him, and the way he could so easily take advantage of her, and fighting the urge to remember the wizard he'd been, the man she knew still resided within him and still loved. Lily was certain it would only lead to disappointment and more heartbreak, but she couldn't stop herself from arching ever so slightly into his touch needily.

"Lily," he murmured, and she groaned as his palms gently, lovingly, cupped her naked breasts. "Bloody hell, honey, I almost forgot how amazing you look with those extra pounds." Lily wanted to cry and moan with delight at the same time. "You look even better now than when we first met," he continued, thumbs gently teasing her nipples into hard, excited peaks. "Mmm, all soft woman, these delicious tits just begging for my hands," he groaned, and Lily hated that her arousal sharpened to pleasure when she felt the bulge of his erection against the cleft of her arse.

"Thaddeus," she breathed, and her hands smoothed over his wrists. He groaned again, right behind her ear, and Lily had to bite her lip on a moan as he tugged just enough on her nipples to make her squirm. "I have to get dressed," she said breathily, trying to fight the lure of his adoration, telling herself it could never last. It never had before, anyway.

Her husband grunted, giving her nipples another, slightly harder, tug, and making her pussy quiver with delight, her body betraying her as it realized pleasure could very well be on the menu. Her head rebelled, leaving her heart torn and unsure. "If you insist," he said, and she sighed in mingled relief and disappointment as he pulled his hands away, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. "But when we get home, Mrs. Nott, I intend to finish what I've started," he promised in a husky whisper against her ear, and Lily felt her body tensing in excited anticipation, even as her heart fluttered with traitorous hope and her brain had to clench her jaw to keep from screaming aloud.

But Lily knew better than to say anything, and merely turned in her husband's embrace and kissed his cheek demurely. "Anything you want, husband," she murmured. Thaddeus smirked at her submissive words, and brushed a thumb over her lower lip.

"Put your hair up," he added, moving toward the bathroom. "And wear the diamonds."

Lily fought the urge to cringe as her husband strode to the bathroom and she heard the shower flicking on. She didn't mind wearing her hair up, even if she knew it meant Thaddeus would be putting his mouth all over her exposed neck for the duration of the evening. But she positively loathed wearing the heavy, gaudy diamond necklace and matching earrings that were an heirloom of the Nott family, and her mother in law had very grudgingly gifted her on their five year anniversary. The redheaded witch detested the way the heavy earrings tugged painfully on her earlobes, and felt like she could hardly catch her breath with the weight of the diamonds that would drip from her throat.

But by the time Thaddeus emerged from the bathroom, she'd donned the requested jewelry, done her hair, and was just spritzing on some perfume. "You look great," her husband grunted as she regarded herself, in the new dress and heavy jewels in the full length mirror as he pulled his own set of dress robes from their wardrobe.

"You don't think the diamonds are a bit much?" Lily asked, turning sideways and gulping as she sucked in a deep breath and the tight-fitting robes squeezed her tighter.

Thaddeus snorted. "They're befitting a witch I've chosen to call my wife," he said. "And they make you look rich and sophisticated enough to accompany me tonight." He sent her a dark look. "You're wearing them. Now smile."

Lily instantly pasted her patented, dazzling smile on, and turned fully away from her reflection, and the sadness she could see in her own eyes. "You look so handsome," she said quite truthfully, as her husband buttoned up his crisp white shirt and swung his well tailored, decadently fashionable, and disgustingly expensive robes, onto his shoulders.

"I should hope so. It wouldn't do to have my own wife outshine me tonight," Thad said dismissively, and Lily's smile wobbled. "Are you ready?"

The redheaded nodded, picking up the little beaded clutch that contained her wand, a few Galleons to fetch drinks should her husband want them, which she knew he would, and her lipstick to touch up if need be. Thaddeus held out his arm and Lily moved swiftly to his side, taking it, and they headed downstairs to the entrance hall to Apparate out. "Are you going to report, or…?" Lily murmured as he lead them down the stairs.

"Of course not. Editors don't report on social events, Lily," Thaddeus said, rolling his eyes at her, but smirking a tiny bit. "We're going to be seen, honey." Lily wondered if that meant he hadn't donated to the Charity hosting the gala, but refrained from asking, knowing how her husband disliked her 'meddling' in their financial affairs. "Do you remember the rules?" Thaddeus asked in a low, warning tone as they at last made the entrance hall, and Lily sucked in a silent gasp. It had, admittedly, been an awfully long time since she'd gone out anywhere with her husband, especially to such a grand, social event, but Lily knew his expectations of her, or 'the rules' as Thad had always said.

"Yes," she said, looking down.

"Very well. I expect you to be on your best behaviour, Lily," Thaddeus growled, grasping her chin roughly and tilting her head back to meet her gaze, his face hard and serious, blue eyes frosty. "I won't have a silly witch embarrassing me in my first societal debut as Weekend Editor." She nodded quickly, hearing the underlying threat that should her husband perceive that she had done something to embarrass him, she'd pay for it later.

"I understand," she whispered. Thaddeus smiled then kissed her roughly.

"Very well. Off we go, then."

An hour later, Lily's face was cramping from holding her brilliant smile in place, and although she'd imbibed two glasses of champagne, her body was still rigid with tension as her husband talked, laughed, and drank with everyone around them. She was debating whether she could sneak away for a few minutes of respite under the pretense of finding the ladies' room when she felt someone walk up close behind her.

Alarm bells went off in her head as a warm hand slid under the elbow not looped around her husband's arm, and she froze, caught between terror and elation as she caught a familiar whiff of cologne and an even more familiar voice said, "Lily?"

She forced her smile to remain as sparkling and delighted as ever, even as her husband turned, pulling her closer, and looked at the wizard who'd dared speak to her with such familiarity. The redhead shot Scorpius a brief, warning look with pleading hazel eyes as Thaddeus drawled, sounding distinctly condescending, "Malfoy. I'd forgotten you were back in the country. Then again, I also didn't think you'd prefer giving away gold to playing with it with your Goblins."

Lily's smile flickered, and Scorpius glanced at her. "Nott," the blond said, and Lily felt her anxiety ratchet up as he forced a brittle little smile that didn't even remotely reach the cold, grey gaze that bored into Thaddeus. "I didn't think you had any gold of your own to donate."

The redheaded witch gasped, but Thaddeus merely chuckled, his smile going smug as Scorpius glanced at Lily again, and the redhead felt her husband release her arm to slide the appendage around her waist, drawing her impossibly closer. "Maybe not as much as a Malfoy, but I'm certain I've got plenty."

The blond's eyes darted to where his hand smoothed around her hip possessively, and Lily stiffened as Thaddeus's mouth brushed the exposed line of her neck. "Would you like to dance, Lily?" Scorpius asked, extending his hand like a lifeline, and Lily bit her lower lip.

"I'd love to," she admitted, smiling a tiny bit, but she doubted Thaddeus would let her. That was firmly in the realm of 'against the rules'. "But I'm sure your feet would suffer for the attempt. I'm not a very good dancer," she finished, the perfect response to please everyone, delivered flawlessly.

Scorpius lifted a brow as Thaddeus smirked. "Really? As I recall, when our mothers forced us to attend ballroom lessons when we were kids, you were far more graceful than myself or Albus." She looked up into Scorpius's searching grey gaze, then looked away swiftly again, unable to maintain eye contact with the sincere light of concern she could read in that intense, roiling grey gaze.

Lily blushed, recalling those times, because she'd been, as a twelve year old girl, delighted to get to dance with Scorpius, who was far better at ballroom than her stupid brother had ever been. Thaddeus stopped smiling.

"That was some years ago," Lily said demurely, still not looking him in the eye, and Scorpius had to clench his jaw as she looked beseechingly up at her husband. The blond pureblood had been watching them since they'd arrived, and had noticed that while Nott was making good on the open bar, and the opportunity to socialize with wizarding Britain's highest and mightiest, and most powerful and influential, he hadn't once asked his wife to dance. He was willing to wager a large sum of Galleons that Lily wanted nothing more than a few turns around the dance floor, and disliked that her stuck up husband couldn't see she was uncomfortable at his side, socializing, and would relish the break a dance would give her from keeping up her doting wife charade. And although it was foolish, certainly, Scorpius wanted to give that to Lily, even if he reckoned Nott would be livid about it.

"Come on, Lily," he cajoled. "I'm here all on my lonesome, and Albus hasn't shown up yet, and this socializing thing is getting to be quite tedious. Dance with me," he said decisively, and reached for her free hand. He smiled charmingly at Nott. "You don't mind if I borrow your lovely wife, do you, Nott?"

Lily stopped breathing, and although she tried to covertly release his hand, Scorpius didn't let her go. "Of course not," Thaddeus said, and tilted Lily's chin up to kiss her, giving her a significant look. "It's your feet, Malfoy."

"I-" Lily said, but then Thaddeus had released her and Scorpius was tugging at her hand. She looked imploringly at her husband, who almost glared back.

"Enjoy your dance, honey." The redhead felt like she'd been slapped when Thaddeus turned back to his conversation with two elderly gentlemen, and knew she'd pay for Scorpius's interference when they got home.

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