Of course, thought it was excellent. He was annoyingly happy the whole morning. "Have you thought about a name yet?" he asked as he packed down some robes into a backpack. Hermione was breastfeeding their son. He took his time these days. She usually sat half an hour before he was done. "Yes, how about Neptune?" He wrinkled his nose. "No. But I like Roman Gods. How about Domitius?" She arched an eyebrow. "From the God of marriage? He who makes sure the wife stays in her husband's house? Are you trying to be funny?" He chuckled. "Yes." She made a grimace. "Then no. Lares?" Now he made a grimace. "I'll be the one doing the protecting of the house and family, thank you very much." "Then it's a shame that you are the one we mostly need protection from," she said matter-of-factly. He muttered something and turned to the backpack again. Hermione looked down to their child. His hair was black and thankfully not as curly as hers used to be. His eyes were brown, although, they seemed to change in shade every day. "How about Dmitri?" she asked. "Or Dominic?" He stood up, finally done with the packing. "Well, we have left the gods. What made you think about those names?" "I just... he looks like a D." "Come again?" He went up to her. "Well, haven't you ever looked at a person and thought 'he seems to have a name that begins with an A'?"
Course! Yes, he may not be able to physically harm the witch, but I could kill Harry Potter. What difference did it make that I had to reveal my true appearance to her? Women certainly have never raised complaints about my appearance before. The thought of bedding her still turned my stomach, but at least I could attempt to sway my new wife to the right side in this war. The only side worth a damn, quite frankly. The only problem was that she was a filthy mudblood, and always would be, even when she had our children gestating inside of her. I returned to the manor, and had dinner. Lucius Malfoy seemed careworn as of late since Azkaban, but at least I would meet this so called paragon of knowledge that was to be my wife. Bellatrix looked upon me lovingly, and she averted her eyes when my gaze lingered on her. It was a pity she was clinically insane. Then there was beautiful, delightful Narcissa Malfoy with her delicious body, and talented tongue. She shuddered when I looked at her. "When is Severus due to arrive, Lucius?"
"What's wrong?" I asked. He glanced at me, and said quietly, "Come here. I want to look out at the stars with you." I obeyed, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed the top of my head. "You look beautiful tonight," He purred in my ear. "I didn't think you would wear Slytherin green." I chuckled. "Well, see, there is this thing about my husband being one once upon a time, and I would like to think I impressed him." Tom nibbled on my ear playfully. "Hmm, well, does he suspect us? Or should I just kill him outright for even daring to touch what is mine?" I turned in his arms, and took his wine glass from him and finished his wine. "Perhaps. Or maybe you can make me feel more loved than he has. A witch does have needs you realize." He puts the glass on the side table and raked a
Kissed along my sternum, stomach, and dipped his tongue into my navel. He tugged my simple barbell navel ring and commented, "This is sexy. You don't seem the type to have one of these." "My ex Draco dared me to get it done on a dare," I admitted. I saw a look of jealousy flash in his eyes before I added. "Tom. I'm with you. Only with you. I'm only saying that I'm not some sheltered nerd. He wasn't my first, my date for the Yule Ball was." Tom sighed. "Forgive my jealousy. I'm a possessive man, lioness." "It's okay, I know you're no virgin either," I reassured him. "The perks of being popular in school, and the Dark Lord. Now, lie back and let me show you what else I can do." I nodded my head, and he parted my legs with a knee, and he lifted one leg to lick along my inner thigh, and he did the same thing to my other one, but when he got to my pussy that was when I began to really see stars. The combination of
Harry looked just as clueless as Ron, and I read what Tom wrote me in a code only we knew, and which we devised ourselves: Lioness, Being without you is agony. I know it is necessary, and I have to keep you at arm's length, but know that if I had a heart, if ever I possessed one, then surely you have it. I promised myself so many times that I would write, but lacked the confidence to do so. I know that in a short while, however long it takes for Draco Malfoy to complete his task, Albus Dumbledore will be killed. I would have you by my side then, officially. Did you like the chocolates I sent? I'm not good at this whole hearts and flowers nonsense, I'm better at our bedroom antics. But this will suffice for now. I hope that you think of me as often I think of you. How I long to bury myself in you, to feel your lips on mine, the taste of you on my lips as I lick the last bit of cream from your thighs. I find such thoughts consume me at times, and at other times I think that I have gone mad. I should hate all that you stand for, and an abomination. But never you, my mate. I cannot bring myself to hate you, only cherish what we have together. Until I am able to be with you once more, I intend to ravish you with my words. I have enclosed a small poetry book to express my ardent desires for you. Do read them alone, I highly doubt anyone besides us can understand even why what we have works. Sincerely, Tom I saw another owl drop a small red poetry book and fly off. Ginny sat down and
