Chapter Four
"What are you thinking about?"
Hermione turned from the window and broke into a smile. "Dad!"
Severus Snape was not one for much emotion, but today was an exception. Hugging his daughter, he whispered, "You look so beautiful. I'm so proud of you."
Hermione stepped back to smooth down her bridal robes. Bashfully she looked up. "I love him, Dad. I really do."
From an end table Severus picked up her wedding flowers and passed them to her reverently. Ginny had crafted together Hermione's bouquet - pale pink roses, yellow roses, and golden-colored ferns. In a nod to Lucius' Slytherin roots, she had fastened the whole thing together with green ribbons.
Snape took a rose and inserted it into his buttonhole. "I haven't seen Lucius Malfoy frightened by many things, but the look on his face when I told him to treat you well or he would have to answer to me..."
"Dad!"
"Don't worry, I didn't scare him. Much."
He offered his daughter his arm, and the two of them made their way into the November sunshine where Hermione's groom and a host of family and friends were waiting for them.
Lucius had wanted to spare no expense on their honeymoon. Ever frugal, Hermione had chosen a quiet cabin hidden deep within the forests of Maine. The area had been covered with enchantments so Muggles could not find them. The Malfoys had spent an amazing two-month honeymoon hiking, cooking, exploring, reading, and of course, having sex. Lucius recalled with fondness a particularly spicy evening where he had bent his wife over the kitchen counter and pulled her hair as he fucked her from behind.
Freshly showered, Lucius was sitting up in bed mindlessly reading when his wife unobtrusively walked in, a faint blush dotting her cheeks. Lucius' jaw dropped. She wore a plaid skirt in Slytherin green, a skirt so short there was no hope at all of it fully covering her behind. A completely transparent white blouse was knotted at her waist, and she carried a green tie.
"Would you tie me up?" she asked, offering it to him as she looked up at him from lowered eyelids.
His eyes had almost dropped out of his skull. He pushed the comforter to the side and showed Hermione just how delighted he was. His cock stood at attention, and she laughed, still a bit shy.
Lucius always went at whatever pace his young wife needed. "Come here."
Obediently she straddled his lap with a "yes, sir." She took his face in her hands as their lips met and Lucius began grinding against her. Hermione moved too, seeking the friction she needed. Lucius performed a nonverbal spell, and her shirt fell away. He moved his mouth to her right breast and sucked. He kneaded her other breast with his hand before traveling down to her clitoris.
"Darling, you're soaking wet."
Hermione smiled proudly. It was the work of a moment for Lucius to slip inside her. They both groaned at the sensation. She yelped in delight as, without warning, Lucius pulled her down, so she was underneath him. He never grew tired of seeing her eyes roll back in ecstasy as he fucked her.
He slowed his movements. Now was about the time one of them would cast a contraceptive spell.
"Baby, I'm close. What do you want to do?"
Her brown eyes sparkled up at him, twin diamonds in the night.
"Fuck me. I want to go home pregnant."
With a loud roar, Lucius leaned down and gathered her in his arms. Her breasts bounced up and down as he moved as fast as he could. Hermione shrieked in his ear as their orgasm crashed around them and she held tight to her husband's slippery, sweaty body. Panting, but with a beaming smile on his face, Lucius scooped up cum from Hermione's thighs and attempted to push it back in. Then he held his hand over her vagina, as if stoppering it. He looked down at her, meeting her smiling gaze.
"You're going to arrive home with my baby in your belly. I just know it. And the whole wizarding world will know that you're mine."
He reached for the Slytherin tie and began tying up Hermione's wrists. "Remember your safe word is 'red.' Are you ready for round two?"