This was my assignment:
lj name: anathdemalfoy
requested couple: Lucius/Moody
3 things you want to read: Lucius in a wedding gown, kinky sex,
Narcissa has a new lesbian lover (don't have to write femmeslash if
you don't want to, just mention it)
2 things you don't want to read: Het (i.e. since it's a slash
challenge, that means any talk of het couples unless absolutely
necessary to the plot) or angst.

So here it is, my slash wedding ficathon story:

What you may have missed earlier in our series

Lucius had been behind bars long enough to look a little bedraggled, but he was as always, Stunningly Gorgeous™, he stared blankly at his wife Narcissa, who was standing on the other side of his door, wearing one of her favorite evening gowns, “What do you mean you’ve met someone?”
She sighed, she’d already explained this a number of times, “Exactly what I said Lucius, I’ve met someone. Someone who makes me feel like a girl again.”
Lucius was clearly frustrated by this, and still highly possessive of his wife, regardless of the fact that even before he’d been put away they were rarely together in the Biblical sense of the word, “Who is he?”
Narcissa sighed again, shaking her head and looking away, “I have to go.”

~*~*~*~*~

Fudge was wringing the brim of his hat between his hands as he spoke with Lucius Malfoy a week after the former Death Eater’s marriage had been completely annulled by his former wife Narcissa. Lucius arched a brow slightly, “What are you saying Minister? That I'm free to go if I can find an Auror…”
The Minister nodded, cutting him off, “To marry you, yes.”
Lucius’ brow furrowed then, “But who would be crazy enough to do such a thing?”

~*~*~*~*~

The cottage was cozy, just off the beaten path, out of the way enough so as not to be noticed, but close enough that it wasn’t a chore to go to the market. Alastor Moody unlocked the front door, explaining to Lucius; “This is your new home. I wouldn’t suggest going any further than to town, the ministry is just waiting to snap you up again, and not even a wedding band is going to stop them from a second arrest.”

And now onto the next installment of ‘How to marry an Auror’

Lucius was sitting comfortably on one of the armchairs in the study, nimble, narrow fingers repairing the pearl beadwork at the edge of a wedding veil. It went with the dress that had been passed down in his family for generations, and as he’d explained to Moody; “If you’re going to make me wear a dress, I’ll be damned if I'm not wearing this one.” So the task of repairing it fell to him, and he’d done a fine job of it after all, it was just the beadwork left really, and it was tedious.
Alastor was taking something muggle and mechanical apart at his desk on the other side of the room, looking at each piece intently, “Whatever happened to your lovely wife anyway?”

Lucius snorted derisively, pausing in his work so as not to stab himself in the fingers with the beading needle, “She had our marriage annulled and ran off to France with some quarter-Veela snit who’s half her age and a name that means ‘flower of the liquors’ or something like that.” He rolled his eyes then and continued patching the beadwork.
Alastor smirked and continued fiddling with his bits of alarm clock or whatever it was he’d taken apart piece by piece, “I see. And why annulment instead of just a simple divorce?”

Lucius sighed in exasperation, once again stopping what he was doing, “You’re trying to get bloodspots on this veil aren’t you?”
Alastor arched a brow, “That’s not an answer Lucius.”
The blonde sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to stave off a tension headache, “Because she claimed that I was no longer in my right mind, and if people knew that not only was she married to a lunatic, but also had a child by one, she’d be shunned and driven out of town on a rail, not to mention what would happen to Draco.”

Moody waved that concern off lightly, “He’s fine, been living with Severus and Remus. Seemed like the best place for him.”
Lucius looked puzzled, “But, Lupin isn’t an Auror.”
Alastor chuckled softly, “He’s an Auror the same way Severus is a Death Eater. By proximity. They really are perfect for each other, and perhaps living with them will serve to bring Draco out of the shell he’s created for himself.”
Lucius’ brow furrowed further, “What shell?”
The Auror’s brow arched, both eyes focusing on the blonde for a moment, “I know Narcissa came to visit you while you were incarcerated, but did Draco? Even once?”
Lucius blinked, thinking back as best he could, “No, not that I can recall.”
Alastor nodded again, “That was so he could pretend that you’d just gone away on holiday or something, and that you’d be back soon.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Remus sighed heavily as he wrapped Draco’s arms with fresh bandages and the healing salve that Severus always seemed to have on hand for the mornings after full moons, “You have to stop doing this to yourself Draco, it isn’t healthy.”
There was no response from the younger man, just letting Remus dress his wounds, showing no reaction to the slight sting of the salve.
The lycanthrope sighed again, “Severus should be home soon, he stopped for takeaway, Thai if you’re interested.” He of course knew that the younger man would be, he and Severus had found early on that Draco simply adored Thai food, and that often, that was the only way to bring him out of one of his episodes.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lucius twisted around in an attempt to see the train of the dress while standing on an ottoman so that it didn’t drag until he had the beading completely repaired, “Alastor? Could you come in here and take a look at this?”
“No, it doesn’t make your arse look big, if that’s what you were going to ask.” The Auror stated as he padded in from the other room.
Lucius snorted, shaking his head, “As a matter of fact, it isn’t, I was just going to ask if the beadwork was even. It’s hard to tell when you’re doing it by hand.”
Alastor’s brow furrowed slightly then, “You’re doing it all by hand? I am impressed.”
Lucius rolled his eyes then, “Just because I'm an aristocrat doesn’t mean I don’t know how to use my hands for any number of useful tasks.”
Once again, as they occasionally did, both eyes focused on the blonde, “Is that so?”
Lucius arched a brow, arms folded across his chest, “As a matter of fact it is.”
Alastor arched a brow in turn, “I will warn you now, things could get a bit… kinky.”
Lucius snorted, he rather suspected that the Auror didn’t know a damn thing about ‘kinky’ but he would learn, oh yes, he would learn.

Join us next time, for our next exciting issue of: ‘How to marry an Auror’


Author’s note: The angst is at a minimum, though some did creep in there anyway, no matter how hard I tried to stop it, no het, at least that I noticed right off, got Lucius in a wedding gown, that was easy, as was Narcissa and her new lesbian lover.
The kinky sex however, proved to be more of a problem than I’d thought it would –my brain just wouldn’t cooperate, whenever I started, it got distracted, or started singing so loudly I couldn’t concentrate- so I hope that just the mention is enough to satisfy you.

Final word count: 1,125