By the time you had left the manor in the early hours of the morning, you were sufficiently exhausted and yet so happy. As the carriage brought you back to your family house, you knew it was only a matter of time before you didn't have to go on anymore midnight jaunts in secret, but could be with Lucius any time of the day; once you were declared publicly for each other.
You weren't even mad when your mother came barging in as she did every day around noon to wake you from your slumber. You knew that her days of bullying you were numbered, and if you were honest, you couldn't wait to see her face once Lucius finally saved you from this damn betrothal to the Viscount. All you had to do was get through your awful engagement party that evening, which you definitely could, knowing that a marriage would never happen. You didn't know how or when Lucius would reveal himself, but you had faith. You trusted him more than anyone or anything in your life.
And so as the day wore on and your maids began to fuss over you, trying to help you get ready for your engagement party, your mind stayed in contented, peaceful bliss as you allowed your maids to do up your hair in ringlets and a tiara, and dress you in a beautiful crystal-adorned satin gown.
You noticed both of your maids looking at your contented visage in the mirror with subtly confused looks on their faces. They knew how extremely unhappy you had been with the betrothal, and being the sweet souls that they were, they always gave you silent and yet sympathetic looks anytime you had to get dressed for a ball or dinner with your mother and the Viscount. You knew they were on your side about things, so they must have been confused on what was having you look so contented and happy. You gave them reassuring smiles in the mirror, not wanting to reveal anything, but also wanting to let them know that you were ok. Returning your smile, your maids finished doing you up in all of your finery, and finally you were ready to face this dreaded engagement party head on.
You walked down the stairs of your family home into the main foyer with your head held high; you noticed guests had already started arriving and your mother was currently greeting them all in the grand entry way of your family home which was decorated for the supposed wedding of the century. At least in your mother's delusional mind it would be the wedding of the century. Floral arrangements were everywhere and all of the chandeliers and candelabras were shining with hundreds of candles. You scoffed slightly to yourself thinking that it would all be so pretty, if not for the horrid betrothal arrangement that it was celebrating.
Your mother looked at you as you confidently descended the staircase in all of your finery, and you noticed that she had to look at you for a bit longer than normal as she took in your relaxed and confident composure. You could see the questioning look in her eyes as if saying 'why are you so calm about all of this right now?' She was most likely expecting you to either not show up completely, or if you did, she probably expected nothing but scowls and angered looks from you.
You wished in that moment that you could laugh out loud in joy at seeing her confused expression, but you looked away from her and greeted the guests and some of your friends politely as they came up to you to wish you congratulations; a lot of the younger guests having that same silent yet sympathetic look on their faces, like how your maids looked at you.
However, your heart was so light and happy knowing Lucius would save you that you didn't feel any dread from those sympathetic stares silently telling you that they knew you were about to have a horrible life with the Viscount.
Soon the Viscount himself arrived and as usual, sucked the air right out of the room, making himself the sole focus of the universe, although you could see his beady eyes immediately trying to search for you. Your mother greeted him politely and happily, however you made a beeline straight for the dining room where you would all gather shortly anyways to begin the dinner, before the party and dancing later on. A party you severely hoped would get cut short.
Soon enough everyone filed into the grand dining room, and as luck would have it, at these types of engagement dinners, the betrothed sit on opposite ends of the table, one at each head, and so you luckily did not have to sit next to the old Viscount and interact with him. You couldn't help but cringe though as the Viscount raised a glass in a toast before the meal began with the most eye-rolling speech you could ever imagine.
"A toast to my pretty little fiancé over there," he had said as he pointed one of his grubby fingers at you, "soon we shall be married and your life shall be forever improved. Quite the lucky one you are," He said jovially as if he had made the best speech ever, even though it was possibly one of the most conceited speeches you had ever heard.
You being the lucky one to marry him!? The gall of that man. You didn't even raise your glass as the rest of the table awkwardly raised their own glasses in a toast, everyone clearly seeing how much of a horrid man he was. More sympathetic stares came your way, and you noticed your mother finally looking around with anxiety, as she noticed others staring at you with pity.
Before your mother or the Viscount could make a scene that you didn't raise your own glass, since you saw both of their eyes on you, you were so thankful that the butler and the stewards began to serve the first course of food, which quickly distracted everyone from the awkwardness to focus on their plates which were now being filled.
You ate little throughout the meal, as your appetite had disappeared with both anxiety and anticipation. The guests sitting near you though kept your mind mostly occupied as they spoke to you with simple, yet polite conversation; all of them seemingly avoiding the topic of your upcoming wedding itself, which you appreciated.
By the time dessert ended and people were starting to file out of the dining room and headed towards the ballroom for the rest of the party, your stomach was now really not feeling well. You would be expected to dance with the Viscount, and while you had avoided speaking to him or touching him for weeks now, you knew you couldn't avoid it any longer during this next part of the evening, and in that moment, all you felt was that you wouldn't survive without Lucius' presence any longer.
With steps that felt like pure lead, you slowly followed the crowd and headed into the ballroom with the others, the urge to make a run for it almost overtaking the rational side of your brain. Your mother glared daggers at you as she most likely could sense your inner turmoil and you longed in that moment to never see her face again.
The moment you stepped into the ballroom, everyone had already gathered around the parquet dance floor, the grubby old Viscount in the middle of the floor holding out his hand to you, causing your stomach to drop.
"Come my little fiancé, we must start the party with a dance," he said with a glint in his eye, knowing he'd be able to touch you soon. You couldn't stomach it. You made no move to step forward as your heart beat fast in your chest. What were you going to do?
Everyone noticed your hesitation, especially the Viscount, which caused him to chuckle nervously as he still held his hand out "I haven't danced in many years, surely you won't deny your future husband the privilege my dear. You should have no objection to me-" he said until he got cut off mid sentence.
"But I do," said a deep, gorgeous voice from the entrance of the grand room, causing everyone to spin around in shock.
Your heart beat fast, but this time with pure joy. Your Lucius was here.
The feeling of love and thankfulness for Lucius bloomed in your chest as his tall, elegant and imposing form stepped forward, the crowd parting for him as if he was some sort of untouchable god-like figure, although you knew everyone was just in pure shock, their eyes all wide and some even had their mouths hanging open in disbelief.
After getting your fill of Lucius as he met your eyes with his own shining silver ones, you turned back to the Viscount to see his reaction to the interruption. You couldn't help but feel a sense of victory at seeing him splutter and mumble as he tried to find the words to address Lucius. The only thing that finally came out of his mouth was, "I…I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me," Lucius said in that low, deep voice of his that could simultaneously be so arousing and yet so terrifying at the same time, depending on how he was speaking to someone. "I object. To this. To all of this," he said gesturing to the engagement party and then motioning between you and the Viscount.
The Viscount was still spluttering, clearly not knowing how to handle the situation, and you then heard the quickened footsteps of your mother rushing to the middle of the ballroom where the scene was taking place, also spluttering to herself and then shouting slightly at Lucius, "You Sir, were not invited!" She said pointing at him nastily. "What gives you the right to come here?"
Now you were the one glaring daggers at your mother. How dare she speak to Lucius like that. To the man who saved your entire soul and being. To the man you loved.
"Don't you dare speak to him like that-" you said stepping forward and speaking finally, however Lucius held up his hand gently to stop you, so that he could continue speaking.
"I have every right. As someone who objects," he said in a calm voice, his hands now both on his elegant cane which he held in a casual stance. "The law and society states that anyone can object to a wedding, preferably before the ceremony, and that is exactly what I'm doing."
You couldn't help it as you stepped in closer to Lucius. His body like a magnet to you, and everyone could clearly now see where your loyalties lay.
Lucius continued, "Not only do I object to the treatment of this fair, brilliant, stunning lady, but I object to this union between herself and the Viscount. Not only is there a monetarily better option, but also a better option for her emotional welfare."
Your heart beat faster and faster, hearing Lucius build his speech with such elegance and a calming demeanor, that you knew there was no one in this ballroom who could refute his words. Not even your mother or the Viscount who were left silent in shock.
But finally your mother spoke up after glancing at the Viscount with bated breath, clearly realizing he wasn't going to say anything. You could see the disappointment and slight disgust flash across her face as she finally saw one of the many reasons why the Viscount was a horrid man. He couldn't even defend himself to keep his fiancé.
"What better option? I ask again sir, why is this of any concern to you!?"
Lucius smirked then, knowing what he was about to say next would change everything. He still had an air of confidence and casualness about him, but as for you, you felt like your were about to pass out.
"Because I love her," he said simply, revealing finally to the whole entire ton what was between you both.
The crowd stirred and some people gasped, and when you looked around you saw some people even smiling, which was something that was truly amazing to you. You had support here, and among the ton that was a true rare thing.
You couldn't help but smile too as you stepped even closer into Lucius, your arms practically touching now with how close in proximity you were.
"Love?!" Your mother spluttered. "What…what do you mean love?!" She said now looking between you and Lucius, seeing what was clearly there between you both.
"Yes," Lucius said matter of factly. "From the moment I first set my eyes on her in fact."
You looked up at him then, tears welling in your eyes at hearing him pronounce his feelings for you like this in front of your mother, the Viscount…and everyone. He looked down into your own, adoration clearly swimming in his own gaze to you.
"I love this man. I love Lord Lucius Malfoy," you said, as you moved your gaze from your Lucius, to your mother and the Viscount.
"What do you know about love!?" Your mother yelled, her face turning red with anger.
"More than you," you said, feeling more confident by the minute. Your response causing more mutterings amongst the guests. You were sure they would be talking about this for the rest of their lives, but you didn't care.
"How!? How did this happen!?" She said, getting more frantic.
"It is clear Madame, that you have never paid attention to the wants or feelings of your daughter," Lucius said, holding her gaze with his own intense one, causing her to shrink into herself.
"While you were so busy planning this unwanted betrothal, I've learned what true love is, with someone who is caring and actually listens and respects me. From the moment I first met this man, he has done nothing but want the best for me. More than you ever have done my entire life" you added, finally reaching your hand down to clasp Lucius' own. Quite scandalous in front of all of these people.
"How dare you!" Your mother yelled back.
"No, how dare you Madame, for not realizing that you had such an amazing woman in your daughter. She deserves to be loved, treated kindly and respected. And I can give that to her," he said proudly.
God you loved this man. He was your hero.
Now your mother went from red to pale, as she took in what Lucius was saying, hopefully finally feeling some guilt about the way she had always treated you. But she then flushed red again and pointed between you and the Viscount. "I only wanted what was best for you! The Viscount can support you. Give you a good life. He-" she went to say but then was cut off by Lucius as he held out his hand as if to silence her.
"If this is about money, I can assure you I have more money than all of the families of the ton combined. Surely more than the Viscount…millions more" he said angling his silver stare at the Viscount who bristled slightly. The first thing he seemed to care about this entire conversation "Your daughter will want for nothing…and neither will your family, if that is your bargaining-ship," he said coldly but surely, knowing your mother couldn't argue with money. He had it. Practically an endless supply of it.
What happened next you couldn't quite believe and yet it all suddenly fell into place. All at once the Viscount seemed to give up completely, his shoulders slumped as he shrugged his arms. "Well then…" he sighed and simply walked off the dance floor and out of the ballroom.
Leaving. He was leaving! He must have known he couldn't have competed with Lucius' money and simply gave up. It was always about money with the ton, and once he knew he was beaten, he gave up. Not that he was ever fighting for you in the first place.
"I…I…I…" was all your mother could repeat watching the events unfold around her. The loss of her precious Viscount, the irrefutable fact that Lucius' money put him above everyone else in the ton's eyes, the fact that his reputation had been restored the day before and now his declaration of love for you. There was nothing she could do to deny anything anymore. You and Lucius had won. And the way that rest of the guests were looking tenderly at you and Lucius together, your mother must have realized the ton was on your side too. She had lost.
Finally Lucius turned fully to you, his eyes alight with all that had just passed and the knowledge that it was finally done. You could finally be together.
"Are you ready my love?" Lucius asked quietly, so only you could hear.
"Ready?" You asked softly leaning in even closer to him.
"For the rest of our lives," he said with a soft smile on his lips.
Your cheeks flushed a delicate pink in happiness and with a sigh of blissful relief you nodded your head, "It's all I've been waiting for," you said.
"Then come with me. Now," he said as he began to lead you out of the ballroom, his left hand holding your own, as his right hand held his cane which tapped slightly on the ballroom floor with each step you both took towards freedom.
"Y/N!" Your mother yelled, with what almost seemed like tears in her eyes. Tears for you or for her, you weren't sure but you had a feeling.
You turned back to stare at her for only a brief moment, and in the most calm and stoic voice, your last words to her were, "Goodbye mother." And without another word you strode the rest of the way out of the ballroom and out of your family home, for what would be the last time. No looking back.
Lucius already had a carriage waiting, and the moment you both got in you wasted no time, or even exchanged any words, before your mouths were on each others,' Lucius pushed you up against the plush cushions of the carriage as he kissed you like it was your last kiss on Earth. You hadn't realized tears of happiness had been streaming down your face, and Lucius sweetly kissed those away, before returning to your lips once again.
You had never felt him so needing and urgent for you, and you knew it was all of his built up emotions and keeping his cool composure in front of the Viscount, your mom and the rest of the ton that had been attendance releasing from him. The man kissed with his entire body, as his hips rolled against yours where he lay over you against the seat, causing delicious friction to be felt against your own core. The way his tongue rolled into your mouth in rhythm with his hips and caresses was already beginning to cause tingles to be felt all over your body, as if you were building up for a huge release.
This was the Lucius only you got to see; the one that lets all of his guards down, the one that surrenders himself to you and the passion that boils between you both. It was everything and all consuming and you were so enraptured with one another you didn't even notice the movement of the carriage as it left, its destination that of your true home; Malfoy Manor.
"I need this off of you," Lucius practically growled with a husky voice as he pulled away slightly, reaching his hands down to the satin fabric of your gown and tearing it open with a strength you didn't even know was possible. It felt like another way he was freeing you, releasing you from any last grip the Viscount or your mother had on you.
You gasped in arousal at his need and command of wanting the garment off of you, and you immediately shimmied the rest of the way out of the torn gown, throwing it onto the floor of the carriage like it was nothing more than rubbish.
Now that you were free of your garment, he immediately went back to ravishing your body with his lips and hands. His lips kissing and marking you over every bared part of your skin, his warm lips trailing down the long, delicate column of your neck where he eventually started nipping at the sensitive spot where your neck and collar bone met causing your breathy sighs to turn into full on moans. His right hand came up to caress your breasts through the fabric of your stays and chemise and his lips eventually made their way down to kiss the plump mounds of your breasts that peaked over the edge of your stays as your own hands came up to run through his long, soft hair as he kissed your body with reverence, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.
"You're mine," Lucius moaned as his lips continued to assault your neck and breasts in the best of ways.
"Yes, always" you breathed out with a sigh, your hips starting to move as if they had a mind of their own, your core desperate for any friction, your inside walls clenching around nothing, but needing his thick length so bad. "Please Lucius. Make love to me," you moaned wantonly as you slightly begged him to finally take you. You needed to come. For him and only him.
Without saying another word, Lucius leaned back, his molten eyes staring into your own with an intensity that made your entire being burn with lust for him. His jaw was clenched in that sexy way of his whenever he was aroused, and it took him mere seconds to undo the buttons on the front of his trousers to release his thick cock. You couldn't help it as your hand reached out to grasp his warm length in your hand, feeling the iron hard need he had for you. You heard him make a low growl type noise in his chest, before he aligned himself up at your entrance, your legs already spread for him, the fabric of your chemise bunched up around your hips to give him full access to make love to you.
He slid into you in one full thrust, completely burying himself within you, causing both of you to practically scream out into the small space you both occupied, the rhythm of the carriage moving only adding to the movements your bodies were about to make. Lucius began thrusting in you then, and each thrust of him into you felt like your souls were fusing together.
Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the fabric of the suit he still wore, and you looked up at him with love in your eyes, "I love you," you said as you moved your hips in rhythm with his own thrusts.
"I. Love. You," he said punctuating each word with a thrust into you, the sound of skin slapping up against skin completely arousing. "Mine." He said once again, as he leaned in to claim you with his lips upon your neck as he continued fucking you into the cushions of the carriage.
You moaned in pleasure and what was taking place. You had always ridden in this carriage alone, on your midnight trysts to go see him, but now having him with you in the carriage, making love to you and claiming you as you both were on the way back to his Manor, was something you never thought would be possible. This life with him. He had made this fantasy a reality for you, and you couldn't quite believe it still.
Bracing himself with one arm next to you on the cushion, his other arm moved between you both so that his thumb could start caressing your sensitive clit as he continued to thrust into you.
"Yes! Lucius," you sighed out and your back arching at the feeling of him stroke you internally and externally.
"Yes my love. Just like that. You're so beautiful," he praised you as he stared at you with such an intensity, you could even feel it with your eyes shut tight in pleasure.
"I want you to come for me darling. Give yourself to me," he said softly, but with a commanding edge that you loved so much and that always drove you to a quick release.
"I…I'm…" you tried to speak as your body began to reach the peak of your pleasure. Just a few more strokes of his fingers and cock and you would careen over the edge into oblivion.
"Yes my love. Come. I've got you," he said deeply before his lips pressed against your own in such a searing kiss that your body couldn't take it anymore and fell over the edge.
You couldn't help the cries that burst forth from you. His lips on your lips mostly capturing the sounds of pleasure into his own mouth, as he removed his fingers from your clit to start well and truly fucking you at a speed that you had never felt before. The way in which he was driving into you, made your orgasm feel like it was going on and on. The crests of pleasure in your body couldn't be stopped and you were starting to feel so swollen and sensitive that you knew you would be so tight around his cock that would make him arrive to his own release quickly.
With a few last hard thrusts into you, and a roar of his own, Lucius spilled himself into you, his entire body shuddering above you, his forehead against your own as he lost himself completely in his own orgasmic bliss.
The both of you were breathing so hard, and the heat inside of the carriage was near sweltering, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else as you both clung to each other, as if trying to ground each other back to Earth.
"I adore you with my entire being," you finally said after you both just held each other silently for an age. You knew you told him often how much you loved him, but you felt like you'd never be able to actually put into words how much he meant to you. So for now and always you'd continue to tell him.
"Oh my sweet love," he said tenderly as he caressed some of your sweaty hair off of your face and behind your ear. "You have no idea how much I adore you."
You smiled and sighed out with pure happiness and saw Lucius smile himself as he looked to his right to where the curtained window of the carriage was. Reaching to the side he pulled back the curtain ever so slightly, the Manor in full view, as the carriage made its way down the long drive towards the grand front entrance. He looked back into your eyes and his own sparkled as he said, "Welcome home."
You were home. At last.