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1

It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

Lucius Malfoy watched her standing by the window. She had let her blonde hair down now, but was still wearing the wedding dress. He'd been quite surprised when he saw her in that dress. He hadn't expected her to make an effort for a wedding she was forced into and that was taken care of in less the five minutes at the Ministry of Magic. It was a white, slim dress that followed the curve of her hip and with a low cut back. Quite pretty, but obviously an inherited dress. And no matter what she wore she didn't look any older than her eighteen years.

He hadn't liked the idea of marrying her or anyone else, either. In fact; he'd tried to bribe, yell and threaten his way out of this marriage. A half-blood. He might've changed some of his ideas during the last year of the war when he realized exactly what that maniac was really like. That realization had made him follow Narcissa as they left before the battle of Hogwarts, something that had ensured him no greater repercussions, besides the ones to his reputation. His business was still doing fairly well, he avoided outings and dinners and only went to those absolutely necessary, hoping to stay out of the way from the ministry.

The only one he met on a regular basis was his old friend Snape. He'd been content with that and in general; he'd been pretty satisfied. Then he got that damn letter, saying that to renew the population in the wizard world all wizards or wizards, not married and still able to conceive, could be chosen for an arranged married if they didn't inform the Ministry of a pending marriage. He hadn't taken it seriously at first, thinking he was too old and given his reputation, hardly someone they'd want reproducing any further. But he had still spent time trying to make sure he wouldn't be chosen and missed the opportunity to pick his own bride. Once you got your match, it was too late. Not that he'd had someone in mind, but he would've made an effort to find a pure-blood. Or someone who was at least older than his own son.

Things hadn't gotten any better when he found out who he was going to marry. Alma Longbottom. Not only a half-blood, but an eighteen year old girl. And a Longbottom. There were several pure bloods in the completely useless Longbottom-family, this was not one of them. He'd quickly found out that her mom was a muggler. He'd been horrified for another reason as well; most Longbottoms were not lookers, to put it mildly. They were quite the opposite. A family of horrendous, bleak looking people.

He'd asked Draco and he hardly had any memories of Alma, just that she'd been a grey mouse that no one took much notice of. He had refrained to ask Snape about her, but he'd still made a few comments about her being quite bright.

For a while, Lucius had thought the marriage was a not so subtle way to punish him, but he also wondered what offense the girl had committed to get paired with him. When he finally accepted that he wouldn't be able to get out of the damn marriage, he'd simply sent her an owl, letting her know he'd meet her at the ministry in time for the marriage.

He had accepted the fact that he would have to produce a child with a bleak looking, hardly noticeable, half-blood Longbottom and he'd have to do it within four years. Even the ministry had realized that people needed to be able to get to know each other before they tried to raise a child together. The marriage had to be consummated within 24 hours, they had to have regular intercourse soon after that and produce a child within four or have a good explanation to why they were not able to.

When she entered the room at the ministry, he'd been stunned. She'd had a veil, but what he could see of her body was absolutely stunning and he figured that even if her face was a complete mess, the body would make him quite able to have sex with her without an excessive use of potions.

She'd whispered 'I do' when asked if she accepted him as his husband and then the 'I swear' for the magical vow that ensured only the ministry could get them out of the marriage. It also allowed the ministry to monitor their sex-life. When he'd lifted her veil for the kiss he'd seen the tears, not yet dried, on her cheeks and he doubted they were tears of joy. He'd also noticed that she was, quite possibly, the only beautiful Longbottom he'd ever seen. Because she was beautiful. Blond hair, piercing blue eyes, defined jaw and the most perfect pink mouth. The handful of freckles scattered across the bridge of her straight, slightly too big nose made her look young and she had a very innocent look.

After the wedding there was a very awkward dinner at a restaurant with her entire family staring daggers at him. At that time Alma still hadn't said anything but the four words required in his presence. She kept quiet as her mother informed him that Alma's belongings had been sent to the Malfoy Manor. After long, sobbing hugs with her parents, acting like they'd never see her again, he'd put his arm around her and they apparated home.

He'd showed her the most important parts of the house and assured her he'd make sure she got the full tour as soon as she were able to find her way though the house. She said a few sentences during the tour, all of them regarding the library. He showed it to her, told her to stay away from certain shelves. He figured that if she stayed in the library he would know where she was and it would be easier to avoid her during the days. He finally showed her his bedroom.

"This is my bedroom. I have a private bedroom set for you," he quickly added when he noticed her panicked look. "I'll give you a few minutes," he mumbled and then left her in the room.

That was thirty minutes earlier and now he looked at the girl, because she was still just a girl, standing by the window with her blond hair falling down her back and her arms around her waist, like she was hugging herself. She turned around when she heard him, looking terrified.

"That's a very beautiful dress," he said to try to... he had no idea why he said that. Maybe to calm her down, just a little bit.

"Thank you," she mumbled. "It was my great grandmothers on my father's side. Mom loved it and showed it to me when I was a child and told me I could wear it for my wedding. Even if this wasn't what we had in mind for... it, I figured it was my only chance to wear something so beautiful."

That wasn't the case, she'd wear beautiful things, she would have to represent the Malfoy family now. Even if he wasn't as public anymore, there were still events he went to and it was hardly appropriate to leave his wife at home, no matter how young she was. Or unwilling.

"Did your mother wear it at her wedding?" He mainly wanted her to calm down. Relax a little, before they got to the consummating part of the wedding. She needed to calm down and she did laugh.

"No!" Then she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry." Then she giggled again. "I'm just trying to imagine mother squeezing into this dress."

"She might've been slim once." She giggled even worse at that comment. "Or not."

"No." She smiled at him. "My great grandmothers was one of the few beautiful Longbottoms. There hasn't been that many of them. Mom might not be a Longbottom, but... I didn't have much of a gene pool to come from."

'Them'. She obviously didn't realize that she was one of 'them'. He'd seen quite a few of the Longbottoms and she was without a doubt the most beautiful one. The task of regular intercourse didn't seem that much of a task anymore. Even if he doubted she was all that excited about it.

He took a deep breath. "I need to ask you a few questions before we do this."

The smile died immediately. She didn't need any further explanation to what 'this' was. "Mom packed a salve for me. To make it easier."

Probably some lube. Hopefully one that was muscle relaxant as well. Although any mother with a daughter in the current situation were sure to get the best lube there was.

"Have you ever had sex?"

"No," she whispered. She must've noticed his expression. "It's not... that I was saving myself, I just... never had a boyfriend."

That made this entire thing so much worse. He'd hoped she at least wasn't a virgin. A dry, nervous virgin would make it... painful, no matter what lube she had.

"Go and apply the salve, bring it back and I'll... add some extra."

She nodded and started towards the bathroom before she halted and turned around.

"I just... wanted to say 'thank you'. I know this isn't what you wanted either, marrying a half-... someone like me. You've been... nicer than I expected."

"I doubt my already damaged reputation would benefit by me slapping you around or... hurting you."

"Still; thank you." And she left.

He took off his robe and tie while waiting for her. She came out from the bathroom sooner than expected, wearing a silk robe. She blushed when she handed him the salve and he recognized the smell of it. It was a muscle relaxant. A high-quality lube. Her mom obviously wanted it to be as easy as possible for her girl. He was just surprised Alma hadn't applied it before he even came since she obviously half expected him to tear her down on the bed and rape her the second he saw her.

He kept his back towards her and didn't turn around until he heard her getting into the bed.

"Nox," he said and then took off the rest his clothes, leaving only his underwear before he got into the bed next to her.

After a slight sigh he turned around and moved up to rest on his hands on top of her. Despite the dark, he could see her and her body was even more beautiful than he'd thought when he'd seen her in that dress. Surprisingly muscular, perfect breasts with soft nipples the same pink shade as her lips. And then there was that face. When he realized that he was about to have sex with her, he stiffened. When the next realization hit him, he was going to have sex with her a lot, he was hard. He wasn't particularly proud about it, but whatever made it possible to do this was something he was thankful for.

"Spread you legs," he said and she did and then turned her face to the side. "I'll try to be quick about this."

"Thank you," she said and then covered her face with her arm and he heard a sniffle. Obviously he didn't have the same effect on her as she had on him.

He applied the salve on himself and jerked it a little and then added some extra on her before carefully circling her clit, hoping it would get her at least a little ready.

"Could you just... do it?" she asked in a sniffle. "At least this time."

He wished he could tell her that it was a horrible idea, that he was big, he knew he was big and even with the muscle relaxant it would be hard on her. Instead he put his hand behind her knee, bent her leg and rested it agains his hip.

"Keep it there and do the same with the other." She did, still not looking at him. He placed himself at her opening. "Keep breathing and try to relax." When she didn't move he said it again. "Take a deep breath."

When she did, he pressed. The second he noticed her holding her breath, he said it again. And he kept doing it until he was all the way in. She was crying, it obviously hurt like hell. Leaning on his elbows, he started moving, trying to ignore the fact that the young girl was crying underneath him.

Lucius usually liked it rough, he liked to pound his big dick into a woman while pulling her hair and whispering dirty things into her ear. Basically, fuck her brains out. He liked spanking them before he did it, tell them they were a dirty slut, but he wanted them to like it. He wanted them soaking wet before he ran his cock into them and he liked to feel them shivering underneath him, feel their insides spasm around him while yelling about his big dick and how hard they were coming. Preferably several times before he let himself come. As oppose to what most people probably thought; a crying, teenage girl was not something that turned him on.

He closed his eyes, tried to not hear her and instead feel how tight she was, how her body felt underneath him and then kept his mind on those breasts, her slim waste, what she'd looked like in that very sexy dress. What she'd looked like when she giggled about her mom using the dress and those bright blue eyes.

He felt her hair close to his hand and he grabbed it, just held on to it and leaned closer.

"Almost there," he mumbled and he felt the tension build up in his balls. "Almost there. Oh, fuck!" he groaned and with a few, probably too hard thrusts, he released inside her.

He rolled down next to her and she immediately curled up with her back turned towards him. He sighed.

"It'll be easier for you next time," he said, but doubted she gave a damn about it at the moment. She didn't answer. "If you want, I'll take you to your own room now."

She nodded and after putting on his pants, he put her robe next to her.

"I'll give you a few moments. I'll wait outside the door."

He picked up a potion on his way out and when she came outside, ten minutes later with red eyes without being able to look at him, he handed her the potion.

"To prevent conception," he said when she looked at the bottle. She immediately took it and emptied the vial before handing it back to him. Her room wasn't far from his and when he was at her door they both stopped. "Take a bath, call the elf if you need help and... There's some other potions, for pain and... things, in there. The elf can help you."

She dried her cheeks and nodded. He opened the door for her and she went inside, still not having said anything. He was definitely going to send the elf for her, to make sure she didn't hurt herself and he also would make sure she came down for breakfast the next day. After trying to decide he finally said it.

"I'm sorry... if I did that unnecessarily bad for you."

She turned around and looked at him with big, tear filled eyes. "No, I'm sure it could've been a lot worse."

He nodded and closed the doors. He truly wished he was the sadist everyone thought he was since that would mean he wouldn't give a shit about the feeling that told him that he just almost raped a girl younger than his own son. A girl just barely out of school. After fetching a shirt he went into his study and called for Snape.

"How's married life?" Snape said as he entered the study from the fireplace.

Lucius poured him a scotch. "I'm drinking to get over the feeling that I just raped an eighteen year old girl."

"You look better than I thought you would. I'm guessing it wasn't much of a fight?"

"What? No! She... was very..." he tried to avoid he word submissive since that would be wrong. She wasn't submissive, she was scared, not the same thing at all. "She didn't object, she just didn't like it. What do you mean, 'look better'?"

"She's more than capable in hand to hand battle, if I remember correctly. Her muggle-mom had her train some kind of martial art."

"Martial art?"

"Muggle thing. Fighting with hands or.. swords or sticks."

"Sticks?" He would never understand mugglers. Why would anyone bother fighting with sticks? What could you possibly achieve with that? Then he remembered something else he wanted to say to the man who was supposedly his friend. "You could've warned me of what she looked like. I thought she would be as hopeless as the rest of the Longbottoms. Wasn't prepared for... that."

Snape gave him a surprised look. "What do you mean?"

"She's... beautiful."

Snape seemed to think about it. "I guess her features... sort of fell into place the last year. Didn't think it would matter to you. Did it go well?"

"As well as can be expected with a virgin, terrified girl."

"That would be a 'no'?"

"No." He sighed. "I need to sleep. Thanks for showing up."

"No problem. Call me when you need me."

"Avoiding your own marriage?" Snape had been paired with a twenty year old former student the year before. They seemed okay, but Snape had always been a man who preferred to be alone.

"Still have separate bedrooms, we don't see each other much other than the weekly... meetings."

"Weekly?"

"The ministry tends to show up if you don't do it at least once a week."

"Great," he muttered.

After another glass of scotch he went up to his room. When he went over to the bed he noticed the blood in the bed. He cast a cleaning-spell and went to bed. Once a week. It wasn't that he truly would mind if she'd just... be slightly interested, but he didn't seem that as likely. His marriage with Narcissa had also been an arrange marriage. They got along and even if there wasn't much love, he was upset when she died shortly after the war. They'd had a decent sex-life, at least after a few years when the discovered that they enjoyed the same kind of sex. She also hadn't minded him straying and regularly joined him with others, it was a discretely open marriage. That had been agreed, though, he wouldn't cheat, that was a matter of honor, he didn't keep it from her. The way they'd lived had allowed him to find others who enjoyed the rough sex he liked. He'd even had a true submissive for a while and that had been something he'd highly enjoyed. But he didn't find it likely that this... girl, Alma, would ever be okay with him being rough with her, being dominant and definitely not spanking her. He should probably be glad if he ever managed to ever have her without using lube.

Alma was woken up and with a groan she turned her head into the pillow. "Another fifteen minutes, mom."

"I'm not your mother, mistress. Master wants you to come down for breakfast."

She looked up and saw the house elf, Minni, and sighed. Oh, yes, she was married now and she groaned when she moved and felt the pain between her legs. It had hurt, but it hadn't been as bad as she had expected when she found out who she was marrying. She'd imagined being tied up and taken over and over again. Over all, he'd been much kinder than she expected. She'd been so scared that she didn't even dare to apply the lube before he said it was okay, simply since she didn't want to anger him. But he'd been okay, nice even.

"Please call me Alma," she said as she got out of bed. "When does he want me?"

"Master said that half an hour should be enough, miss Alma. If you needed more you were to let me know."

"I'll be there in half an hour."

"Call me if you need me, miss Alma," the elf sad and with a 'pop' she was gone.

Her clothes were in the wardrobe and when she started to look through them she realized that she didn't really have anything that would... fit even for a breakfast with Mr. Malfoy. Twenty-five minutes later she was standing in a camisole and panties while panicking and called for the elf who immediately turned up.

"Please tell him that I'll be there soon, I'm sort of panicking..." She looked at the elf. "Or... not panicking, don't use that word when you tell him. I'm... unsure of... just tell him that I'll be there soon and that I'm... washing. Yes! I've had a shower and it took longer than expected and I'll be there really soon."

The elf disappeared and not five minutes later Lucius came barging through the door.

"The elf said you were panicking."

Alma glared at her. "I told her not to use that word."

"I told her to say exactly what you'd said."

"Note to self; think before talking to the elf." She waved to the wardrobe. "I don't really have..." She looked at Mr. Malfoy. "You have a very nice house, or rather, beautiful and stylish house and I'm from a, maybe not poor family, but certainly not rich and..."

"Short version," he cut her off.

"I'm not sure I have an outfit that goes with your house. Or you."

He looked at her and then walked over to the wardrobe. He picked out a black penn skirt and a white blouse.

"These are good enough. Use them for now and we'll get you more clothes later today." He handed them over to her and eyed her and then the clothes. "They're quite suitable."

"I wore them at a funeral," she said and took them from him. "Not even nine and I've already learned three things today."

"Three?" he asked behind her. "What would that be?"

"Think before talking to the elf, short version is preferable and funeral clothes are suitable in your house."

She put the skirt on and buttoned up the blouse. She found a pair of stockings and checked to make sure he wasn't watching. When he noticed her turned around and she pulled them up to her thighs. She didn't want him to see her doing that, it seemed... alluring to her. Or something like that.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked when he was facing her again. He looked at her feet, turned to the wardrobe and picked out the only pair of high heels she owned.

"Fine?" She wasn't sure what she meant and then she did and blushed when she understood. "It's okay."

"Good."

While she followed him out the door she wondered what 'good' meant. 'Good' as in 'good, then I can have another go at you later today' or 'good, I wouldn't want you to be in pain' or 'good, but I really don't give a shit, just thought it was polite to ask.'

The table was set and she poured tea for herself and smiled when she saw that Minni had prepared over night oats with fresh fruit, just as she had asked for the day before.

"By Merlin," Lucius muttered. "What is that?"

"Over night oats. I like it."

"What's wrong with toast?"

"Nothing, but I like this. And it's healthier."

He studied her and then shook his head, returning to his Daily Prophet. He didn't comment on her breakfast further and when she'd eaten it and was sipping on her tea, he folded the paper and looked at her.

"Ready for some shopping?"

"Ehh, yes?"

He didn't comment on her answer until he held out his hand for them to apparate to Diagon Alley.

"A real lady never says 'ehh' or answer a question with a question," he said with a smile, or possibly a snare. It was hard to tell the difference. "Consider it the fourth thing you've learned today."

"Yes, sir," she mumbled just before it all got black and the next time she opened her eyes, they were outside Twilfitt and Tattings. "Is that where we're going?"

She'd never been there, it was a very fancy place and not really what her family could afford.

"Among other places. Judging from what I saw in your wardrobe you'll need some underwear as well."

Alma swallowed. Did he want her to have sexy underwear for the... intimate occasions? But she didn't dare to ask and instead followed him into the shop.

"Mr Malfoy, what an honor," the lady in the shop said when she saw them. "And this must be?"

"My wife. She needs a full wardrobe fit for my wife." He looked at her. "But nothing for an older lady. Stylish clothes for a young lady."

"It won't be a problem," the woman said once she'd gotten over the fact that Alma was Mrs. Malfoy. "Come here, let's get some measurements." The she shooed Mr. Malfoy toward the door. "You be off, come back in an hour, we don't need you here to bother us women."

Alma stared at him when he left her and felt the second panic attack of the day come over her.

"I'm Madam Daphne and I'll make sure you get a beautiful wardrobe. What is your name, dear?"

"Alma."

"Wonderful name. Let's see..." she looked at Alma. "That's quite nice skirt, but that blouse," she shook her head. "But I think that style skirt is very fitting. And some dresses. Hmm... almost anything will fit. You have such a lovely figure."

While Madam Daphne talked a measuring tape was all over Alma. Daphne glanced at the parchment that showed the measurements.

"That is a lovely body you have, dear. Perfect. I just adore when I get a body like this to work with. Practically nothing looks bad on it." Then she seemed to notice Alma's face. "Although there are things that would make it look smashing. Absolutely. Your husband will be very pleased." After another look at the measurements she smiled. "Bet he's already very pleased."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, dear. Just think he's very pleased with you. Such a beauty."

For a moment Alma wondered if the woman had bottle of firewhiskey behind the counter, but she didn't bother to ask.

She was there for an hour and then Malfoy came back. He took one look at the tab, poured an enormous amount of galleons on the counter without even blinking. Alma wasn't sure she'd ever seen that much money at once.

"A pleasure, Mr Malfoy," Daphne said with a cheerful voice and then looked at Alma. "Dear, come back any time. A body like that is a pure pleasure to work with."

"I think she was drunk," Alma muttered as they left the store. "Or she just knew how much money you'd spend and kept saying stuff so I'd buy more."

"Excuse me?"

"She kept talking about my waist and my hips and my face and... stuff, all the time. Like I'd just go crazy and buy the entire shop if she kept saying how 'pretty' and 'beautiful' I was."

"Or maybe she's used to fat, rich witches."

"With warts," Alma giggled, surprised about his comment and it didn't stop there.

"And fat ankles."

She exploded in laughter.

"Thank you," Alma said once she managed to calm down. "The underwear... are you going to leave me alone in there as well?"

"Yes. Get a lot of stockings and... whatever else you need." He avoided looking at her. "Whatever you're comfortable in."

"Thank you."

Once it all was done, they went home and Alma spent the evening in the library until Minni came and told her that she was wanted for the dinner. It was a fairly civil thing. Once they were finished, Mr. Malfoy asked her to accompany him to the study. He sat down in an armchair and she took the one opposite him.

"I think there are things that we need to settle, regarding how we... approach this... marriage."

She nodded.

"We are obliged to produce a child, but I think we both can agree that this isn't something we want for a while. Am I correct?"

"Yes."

"We need to have... relations, probably at least once a week. I will try to make it as... bearable as possible for you. It shouldn't hurt, but I want you to tell me if it does."

"Okay."

"What you do the rest of the time, is up to you. I would appreciate if you had dinner and breakfast with me each day. If you have other obligations, like visiting your family and friends, let me know so I don't wait for you for dinner."

"Okay."

"When you're in public, you are to remember that you now represent now only yourself, but me and the Malfoy family, so I expect you behavior to be... as lady like as possible. I will arrange for training." He looked at her. "A lady would, for example, never cross her legs."

Alma carefully uncrossed her legs with a blush. "Sorry."

"Excuse me. A lady says 'excuse me'."

"Excuse me."

"Is there anything you would like to add?"

She wasn't sure what he'd think, but she really, really wanted to ask. She took a deep breath, wasn't as if he could say anything more than no.

"I used to train... something called Ninjutsu." She looked down at her hands. "It's... a muggler thing. My mom wanted me to... train, because of the war and things. She was worried and had be start when I was very young. I have a trainer and I would very much like... to be allowed to continue with that."

He sat in silence. "Where is this usually trained?"

"Anywhere. A room... just... anywhere."

"Would it be possible to train it here, at the mansion, if I had a room set for it?"

"Yes. It's a martial art sport," she felt the need to explain. She didn't want him to get upset later. "You learn how to fight."

"How often would you train?"

"Once a week. If that would be okay with you."

"What equipment do you need?"

"I have everything I need. My trainer will bring what I don't have."

"And the trainer, is he a muggler?"

"No. Or... well, he's not a pureblood."

"I'll contact him, to make sure you have what you need, but I don't see why not. It's probably good for you to stay in shape. But any activities that involve fighting will cease when you get pregnant."

"Of course!" That was the first time she looked at him and she realized that he really had no idea how violet Ninjutsu was. She wasn't about to tell him though and instead just agreed with him. "Naturally. I wouldn't do anything that would hurt... a child. But it's very good exercise, both for the body and the mind."

He didn't seem to care.

"Anything else?"

"No... or, would it be okay if I made some changes in my room? It's a bit... pink."

He smiled, or snared, she still couldn't tell the difference. "Of course. Anything you want. It's your room."

"I think that was it."

"Don't feel obligated to wait for me to initiate these conventions. If there's... anything you wish to discuss, feel free to do so." He took a deep breath. "Would you like us to have set days for our activities or... I mainly want to know what would be easies for you."

"Set days," she decided after some thinking. "And could we... not do it in my room?" She wanted her room to be hers and hers alone.

"Of course. I would imagine you need some time to heal, so should we say Wednesdays? That way you will get your weekends free and can go away for long weekends with friends, should you wish to."

"That sounds good."

She had no idea what else to say. It was so... clinical, but at the same time he was right. It was easier for her to know when it would happen. That way she didn't have to think about it. She stood up with a nod and went to her room. She was very glad he'd agreed to not have their meetings there, it was nice to have a place in the house that was all hers.