Hello loves! This is a story I wrote for the Hermione Smut Exchange on LJ. The story is complete to an extent-with possible continuation if the muse is fed with enough love. I hope you like it and please leave a review for the muse.

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To say that Lucius Malfoy was utterly bored was an understatement. In the years after the war he had managed to retain his wealth, but not his social status. People were still talking behind his back and snickering about how Narcissa had left him straight after the war to go away with her childhood sweetheart, a Muggle millionaire. However, the most painful blow had been when his son had disowned him and chosen to go by the name of Black, hexing anyone who mentioned his real bloodline.

Drowning his sorrow, Lucius engaged endless affairs, but they didn't give him the satisfaction he had expected. The witches were all brainless gold-diggers, wanting expensive gifts and trips, but they were not good at giving him the pleasure and affection he needed.

He wanted a witch who would be eager to explore pleasures of intimacy with him for the purpose of experiencing new horizons of sexual satisfaction and not for the financial gain. Not that he would deny that special witch anything; it would be ridiculous not to fulfil her wishes after she had satisfied him.

Lucius had come to Flourish and Blotts to pick up a special edition trade yearbook he had ordered, but he decided to look at the shelved books, too, in case something caught his eye. And indeed, a gorgeous thing caught his eye. No, it wasn't an extremely rare book; it was the sight of a shapely arse clad in a pair of green silk knickers. The witch didn't notice him advancing on her, as she was balancing on a rickety ladder, bent over, with her face buried in the dusty books of the special sale section.

Her backside looked even better from the close view, firm, peachy pale skin, a nice curve of hips and thighs which were not clad in any supporting hosiery but were bare, calling to be touched. Letting his gaze drift higher, away from her inviting backside, he admired her brown curls falling over her back. Lucius wondered if her face was pretty as well, but the witch seemed to be too absorbed in the books on offer that she hardly noticed his presence. He waited for a few moments to let her notice him, but as she was still shuffling through books and lost in another world. An intelligent woman was certainly a turn on for him, but her constant ignorance of his presence started to annoy him and a Malfoy was never one to be good at waiting for something, so he decided to be proactive and start a conversation.

'Found anything interesting?' Lucius asked, making his voice sound in the silkiest possible tone to make her shiver.

However, it didn't have the desired effect, but quite the opposite really. The witch let out a startled screech, then one of her feet lost its balance on the step of the ladder and the next moment he knew she was falling, a load of books falling right along with her as she had tried to reach to some leverage on the shelf but had failed to gain stability and thusly triggered a small avalanche of books.

Years of real life combat had taught Lucius lightning fast reflexes, so before she knew it, he has safely placed her feet on the ground. He still let his hands linger on her small waist. Yes, she had rather nice curves and her hair smelt so sweet and tempting, Lucius just wanted to bury his face in the silky riot of curls and press himself against her body.

He was too lost in thinking of the ways how to gain the most satisfaction from her so he was surprised to see that she had managed to turn around and get out of his grasp.

'You…' she tried to form a sentence, but anger had taken over her coherent thought. Just one glance and he knew that the furious witch was none other than Hermione Granger, war hero and Muggleborn extraordinaire. Her blood status didn't matter to Lucius, he had given up the purity idiocy long ago, the only thing he cared for now was how truly delicious she looked with her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted slightly.

'Lucius Malfoy at your service, Miss Granger,' he replied smoothly, giving her a curtsy as if he'd address a pureblood witch. After all, her power alone elevated her higher than any of those inbred chits, so he was not bowing to a lower person, but making a good impression on her, or so he thought.

'Don't you dare to give me this smug shit, Malfoy! I have had enough of pureblood sneers this week already,' she said in anger, 'Look at the mess you made.' She pointed at the books strewn everywhere.

But Lucius' interest wasn't guided towards the poor books; far more interesting then this was her heaving chest. He wondered if her breasts were big enough to give a good handful. Of course such thoughts were very much inappropriate, a witch shouldn't arouse such desire in him, but a man had his desires and she was like a feast to a starving man. Her fresh, youthful face and womanly curves was just what he needed to have a pleasant pastime. It had been a while since Lucius had seduced a woman of high standing, so his Slytherin mind started to think of a plan.

'May I help you pick up the books?' he asked, bending to pick up the scattered volumes.

Of course, one swish of his wand and all the books would've been in their places, but if she wanted to do this the Muggle way, so be it, as the view down her top rather enticing. He could see the white embroidery on her red bra in fact; he had nothing against Gryffindor colours if they were just scraps of fabric on a halfway naked witch and going to be removed soon. His pondering why her knickers were green silk and thus mismatched was interrupted by a bright flash of light and magic surging though him, ending with a prickling on his right wrist.

Lucius didn't have a moment to realise what had happened as he felt a wand poking into his neck.

'How dare you to chain me?' the fiery witch's yelled. 'I didn't think that one would step so low.'

Looking at his wrist, Lucius saw a solid silver armband, embossed with runes he didn't recognise. However, the reason of her distress was obviously the thin silver chain linking to her wrist. She had immediately cast several banishing and severing charms, but the chain stayed unharmed.

'It looks like this isn't a normal chain. And before you even accuse me of inflicting this on you, let me assure you that I know countless better ways to charm a lady. I am not some caveman who needs to haul a woman away to his den,' he explained, smirking at her agitated expression.

Before he could say anything further, a little pink book with a velvet cover which was hovering just in line of his sight, nudged his arm.

Annoyed at the nuisance, he grabbed the book and was about to throw it back to a cluttered shelf, when the title caught his eye Sensual delights for Master and Pet, it read and sported an atrociously badly drawn heart shaped pillow just over the title.

Curiously, he opened the first page and knew what it was about as he could recognise sex magic books from the first glance. To avoid any trouble the situation might cause them, Lucius Apparated them both straight to his study.