A/N: All characters are property of J.K. Rowling; story is mine. Rated M for very sexual situations. Yes, I know it's a very unlikely pairing… but Lucius is just so sexy I had to write a story :D
Lucius's eyes were always icy. They were the color of the sky just before a storm, the color of the wind-whipped Northern seas. Hermione's mind made these comparisons as the stared at the man before her, unconsciously taking a step back from him. There was something menacing about him - he was only standing there looking at her, but something about the intensity in his cold, cold eyes frightened her.
Hermione sat up suddenly in bed, soaked with sweat. Her sheets were twisted around her waist, leaving her naked upper half cold in the breeze from her open window. What was it that she had dreamed about? It had been something disturbing, something that made her squirm uncomfortably, but Hermione couldn't remember just what it had been. With a bit of confusion, she noted that she was undeniably aroused. She was moist, and not just from the tension in the dream. Looking at the wizarding clock, propped up on her bedside table with stars circling around its face, she noted that it was 5:30 in the morning. She would have to get up in a little over an hour anyways, so she decided to begin her morning early.
She stood slowly and stretched, lifting her arms over her head and arching her back. She flexed her feet and rolled her shoulders before grabbing her towel from the back of a chair and heading towards the bathroom. She turned on the water and stepped in, relishing the hot water as it ran through her hair and down her body. She closed her eyes and let her hand slide up her body until it was grasping her breasts. The other hand found its way between her legs and she massaged herself gently under the running water until she reached her release. Feeling a little bit less sexually charged than before, Hermione washed her hair and her body and stepped out of the shower. She toweled her hair off and left it down around her shoulders. She applied a little makeup and then got dressed, feeling sexier than usual. She wore her most form-fitting outfit; a black pencil skirt and eggplant silk blouse. She wore a pair of thigh-high sheer black stockings and a pair of black patent leather pumps. She gazed at her silhouette in the mirror for a moment before heading out of the door. Hermione usually tried to avoid piquing the imaginations of her male coworkers, but today felt different. She wanted to be attractive.
Hermione arrived at the Ministry a few minutes later and took the lift to her office in the Department of Mysteries. She had graduated from Wizarding University with top marks in all her classes and had received a job offer from the minister the moment she had received her diploma, becoming the youngest Unspeakable on record. Hermione stopped short as she rounded the corner into her office only to find her desk already occupied by a cloaked figure.
"Excuse me," Hermione said loudly. "I believe you must be lost, sir. This is a private office." The man drew back his hood and let his eyes wander up and down the body of the witch before him.
"Oh, I don't think so," said Lucius Malfoy silkily. "You are precisely the person I wanted to see." With a sudden jolt, Hermione remembered the subject of her dream the night before. It had been him, this man sitting before her with his feet propped up on her desk.
"Mackenzie!" Hermione shouted, attempting to cover up the blush of heat that she had felt upon seeing his face. The older wizard poked his head around the door.
"Yes, Miss Granger? You called for me?" He asked nervously, twisting his hands.
"What is this man doing in my office?" Hermione asked him crossly.
"Well, he said he knew you, but of course I didn't let him in then, but after that he said he needed some investigating done about a curious magical occurrence on his property, and none of our other agents have been able to help him with him, so I recommended him to our best and brightest!" the stout Mackenzie said, beaming up at Hermione.
"Well, that's all very well, but why did you let him into my office? Why didn't he just wait outside?"
"He said… that… why exactly are you in here?" the short man said, turning confusedly to Lucius. He smiled silkily and waved his wand wordlessly at Mackenzie, who slid out the door as though pulled by an invisible rope. The door slammed in his face and locked with a sharp click. Hermione's mouth fell open, and she whipped her wand out, pointing it steadily at Lucius, who, unfazed, unfolded his legs and stood up, letting his long black cloak drop to the floor.
"I promise you, Miss Granger, I mean you no harm," Lucius smirked, arching one eyebrow at the wand pointed at his heart."
"Oh, of course not," Hermione spat. "Except that you're a death eater who was only recently released from Azkaban because of an extremely sizeable donation to the Ministry, and who spent your entire life hunting down and torturing mudbloods like me," she hissed vehemently, taking a step forward so that her wand was pressed into the underside of his chin. Lucius dropped his eyes slowly down from her face so that he was gazing down the deep v-neck of her silk blouse at her heaving breast.
"No need to get all hot and bothered, Miss Granger," Lucius said silkily, gently pushing her wand away from his throat with the silver serpent-head of the walking stick which concealed his wand. Hermione stepped back and unconsciously tugged her blouse higher so that it covered more of the curve of her breasts, but Lucius only smirked and stepped closer again, until Hermione was pressed against the wall, and Lucius's chest was pressed against her own.
"If you agree to come to Malfoy Manner and investigate the… mysteries occurring there, then you shall be rewarded handsomely. You may name the price after I am satisfied with your work. I expect your decision by Monday morning. You may announce your verdict at my home. If you do not show up, I shall assume that your answer is no." His icy eyes flickered to hers, and then he stepped away. Throwing a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace, he murmured, "Malfoy Manor," and stepped inside. With a swirl of his black cloak and a flash of his steely eyes, Lucius Malfoy was gone.