For Our Parents Willed So

For Our Parents Willed So

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Wedding and Aftermath

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"Are you sure you want to take the Malfoy name?" asked Lucius quietly.

"Absolutely sure," Sirius said, huffing. He then threw yet another dress robe to his bed. "I don't want anything from that bastard, and especially not his name!" Turning towards his soon-to-be husband, he added softly, "None of my family has ever loved me, not really. Whenever I'm with you, I know I'm being loved, if only as a friend. You, and your mother, are the only family I really have. I want to be part of that family in every way possible."

"Fine. Be that way, then." The Slytherin smiled slightly. "Are you actually going to wear something?"

"Of course, as soon as I can decide what," Sirius grumbled. "Help me a little, will you?"

"Of course." Lucius walked to him, eyeing the robes on the bed, and the ones still in the wardrobe. At last, he picked one dark silver robe. "Take this," he advised. "It brings out the colour of your eyes."

Sirius obediently took the robe and started to dress on it. "As soon as we're married, I'm going to go shopping for some clothes," he mumbled to himself while pulling the robe over his head.

Raising an amused eyebrow, Lucius asked, "And what's wrong with you using my clothes, may I ask?"

"Oh, nothing," the teenager said dryly. "Only that your fashion sense has been completely spoiled with all the Slytherin stuff they've filled your head with. Everything you own is either black, green, or silver. And you don't own a single pair of trousers, just robes!"

"Well, I like my clothes that way," Lucius shrugged. "If you want something else, go ahead, buy anything you want. Run around in Muggle jeans and sweaters - that's your decision. But, please, humour me and get at least one proper dress robe. I heard that students are required to get them this year, anyway."

"Why on earth?" wondered Sirius as he at last got his robe properly on and fastened the belt on his waist. After a moment of thinking, his eyes widened. "We're going to have a Triwizard Tournament, aren't we?"

Lucius gave him a rare wink, and smiled slightly. "Absolutely correct, my dear fiancé. But you didn't hear this from me, okay? And you're not allowed to tell your friends, either. It's supposed to be a surprise to the students."

"Tell my friends what?" asked Sirius cheekily, pretending to be completely off about what he meant.

"That's the right attitude," smirked Lucius. "Now, shall we get married?"

*

The ceremony was very short. Junila and one of her friends were the only witnesses as a quickly summoned wizarding vicar wedded the two. They exchanged the rings - two plain bands made of gold - and kissed briefly, and everything was over.

"Congratulations, misters Malfoy," the vicar - Junila's cousin - said, smiling slightly.

"Thank you," said Lucius, raising his eyebrow slightly. "Now, will you please excuse us?"

Without waiting for a reply, he simply started walking out of the room, hoping that Sirius would follow. Fortunately, the teen did just so, walking behind him towards the room that had been Lucius's, and would now be both of theirs.

As they got to the room and Sirius closed the door behind himself, neither could at first say anything. At last, the silence was broken. "Do you want a Calming Potion at first?" asked Lucius quietly.

"No," replied Sirius just as quietly, sitting down on Lucius's - or, now, their bed. "I'd prefer not being drugged at my wedding night."

"Such a brave Gryffindor you are," commented Lucius with a slight smirk. "Very well. I shall not drug you, if that's what you wish." He casted some locking and silencing charms on the door - the walls were equipped with permanent silencing wards. Then, very slowly, he turned towards his young husband. "I think it's the time," he said with an almost apologetical tone.

Swallowing, Sirius nodded. Not waiting for Lucius to do something, he opened his robe belt. Seeing the Slytherin doing the same, he started to pull his long robe away over his head.

After what was a few minutes but could have just as well been hours or seconds, they both stood, facing each other, wearing nothing but their underwear.

His eyes locked at Sirius's, Lucius stepped forward, then gently stripped Sirius of his boxers. After doing the same to himself, he pushed the boy back towards the bed until Sirius lay on his back on it, Lucius leaning over him.

"I'll be gentle," murmured the Slytherin into Sirius's ear.

Swallowing, Sirius closed his eyes briefly. Then he opened them again, replying, "I know that."

And then, neither of them said anything else. Words were not needed now.

Lucius's fine, long-fingered hands slid down Sirius's sides, slowly starting to prepare the teenager for what would come.

*

The next morning, Lucius woke up to find Sirius curled up in his arms. Smiling slightly, he leant forward to place a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead. Just then, a pair of silvery grey eyes popped open, meeting his similar ones.

"Good morning," said Lucius softly, not really knowing what he should say.

"Good morning," replied Sirius, seemingly in as much loss of words as he was.

"How are you feeling?" asked Lucius then concernedly. He certainly did not want to hurt his young husband.

"A bit sore," replied Sirius with an embarrassed grin, "but I guess that's just to be expected after everything we did last night."

A smile spread on Lucius's face as he remembered the whole events of the night before. Yes, it was the least to be expected. "So, ready to face the world, Mister Malfoy?" he asked, trying to get a teasing tone into his voice.

"As soon as you are, Mister Malfoy," replied the teenager casually. Then, very hesitantly, he leant forward to place a careful kiss on Lucius's lips. Lucius replied the kiss carefully, not wanting to scare the boy away.

At last, they broke the kiss, and smiled slightly at each other.

"Is it so bad then, being married to me?" asked Lucius.

"Hardly bearable," mumbled Sirius, then kissed him again.

*

It was near noon already as Lucius and Sirius emerged from their room. Junila smiled knowingly at them, her eyes twinkling slightly. "Slept well?" she asked innocently. Lucius didn't bother answering, just shot a sharp look at his mother.

They were halfway through their breakfast/lunch as a house-elf popped to sight. "Masters Lucius, there's a man at the door," the creature said. "The man wants to meet you, Masters Lucius!"

Lucius sighed. He'd been expecting just this. Nodding grimly at his mother and then a bit more gently at Sirius, he got up from the table, walking out of the room.

As soon as Lucius opened the front door of the Manor, seeing who was on the other side, he sneered. Solomon Black stared back at him with equally silver eyes. Lucius couldn't help but subconsciously compare the man's eyes with Sirius's similar ones. Solomon's eyes lacked all the warmth and kindness his son's eyes possessed, and this was enough to tell Lucius that this man was evil. Not only bad, but evil.

"Let's get this straight," Lucius said coolly, not caring about the usual formalities. "You go away right now, and will never again contact Sirius. I shall not have you thrown to the Azkaban. If, however, you try to approach Sirius ever again, I'll personally see that you get the Dementor's Kiss."

"You're not telling me what to do," Solomon Black snarled, having seemingly forgotten everything about the importance of his son's good marriage. "I'm going to take my son back home, and I'm going to do it now!"

"No, you won't," the blond said calmly. "You only have claims over Sirius Black, and nobody with that name is residing here. However, if you want to talk with Sirius Malfoy, I might be able to organize that." Completely ignoring the dumbstruck expression on the man's face, he turned his head, shouting, "Siri! Come here!"

A moment later, a black-haired boy peered through the doorway. Seeing his father, Sirius instinctively stepped behind Lucius. "Tell him to go away," he mumbled to the blond's ear.

"You! Sirius!" yelled the oldest of the men. "You're coming home with me right now!"

"No, I'm not!" shouted Sirius back, showing some of his Gryffindorish courage. "You cannot rule me anymore!"

"You're still not of age. As your father, I bloody well can rule you," Solomon growled. "Come to me, now."

"He's not of age, on that you're correct. Therefore, as his husband, I can rule him - even over your orders. And I am telling him to stay home," Lucius said with a tone as warm as an iceberg. "Please, do remove yourself from our front lawn. You're disgusting me." With this, he slammed the door shut, although not without making sure that the man saw both rings in his left hand. The engagement ring - and the wedding band.

Turning towards Sirius, he noticed that the boy was slightly trembling. "Don't worry," he said softly, wrapping his arms around his young husband's shoulders. "He shall not get near you anymore. I promise you that."

"I know you won't let him come near me," Sirius said quietly, "but I cannot help thinking that there's not stopping him once he's got his mind set on something."

"Don't worry about that," commanded Lucius gently. "Now, I do believe there are some people you'd like to inform about this?"

Sirius's eyes widened. "Of course!" he exclaimed. "My friends don't know yet!"

"Go write letters to them," the Slytherin advised. "The owlery is in the West Tower. Oh, and feel free to choose one owl just for yourself if you wish so."

"Sure," said Sirius absent-mindedly, obviously already thinking about what to tell to his friends. As soon as Lucius released him, he ran off.

The blond man, however, stood there for a long time, thinking.