Author's note: Hey guys! This is my new story. The idea was floating for many months now and I took a chance as I was on break from uni. I hope it is a fun read as I absolutely adore stories like this and they are my guilty pleasures!
DISCLAIMER: sigh I doubt I can ever be as brilliant as J.K. Rowling for she has produced such brilliancy that forever will be part of my childhood. I just enjoy picking the forbidden pairings and using them to fulfil my I-need-a-healer-now self. ;)
Enjoy!
Prologue
The room was filled with joyous laughter. Everyone dressed immaculately, immersing in conversations, trying not to offend the other. Any other time, most of these people would not even be able to stand alone in a room for one minute, let alone converse as civilized individuals, for they were enemies, often seen trying to crush each other but no, not tonight. They were at the charity ball that appealed to every prominent wizards and witches, acknowledging their role in the Wizarding world. For this one night, there was no sides or animosity, just group of influential people meeting and celebrating their success together.
Harry Potter, one of the best auror as of current day could be seen sweeping Pansy Parkinson, sole heiress of the Glam company, across the dance floor. The pair were joined by Mrs Ginny Potter, one of the best female Quidditch players and Blaise Zabini, Casanova owning the elf trading company. Both seemed engrossed in a playful banter. More students of Hogwarts, now, the valuable contributors to the Wizarding society, could be seen mingling happily. The team house disagreements overlooked for tonight and all seemed to be enjoying each others company. Even Ron Weasley, the leading Quidditch coach was seen laughing with Draco Malfoy, the head of Department of Mysteries. The atmosphere left nothing but soothing feel on everyone, enjoying their night to its fullest.
The stunning lady clad in daring red gown seemed to think otherwise. Her gaze kept glancing around, searching. Holding the fine wine in her hand, plastered with a smile, she seemed like any other person, enjoying herself. However, that was deceiving as inside she was filled with anxiety, yearning to see that one person. Her gaze landed on a couple, even looking at them seemed to be invading their privacy as one could see how deeply they were in love. Lost in her own thoughts she reminiscent her time with her lover.
Flashback
Laying on the white linen, the occupant gave a smile upon feeling the smoothness of the bed. She felt lips on her neck, gently nipping, causing her to bite her lip in pleasure. The lips began trailing kisses on her back, she let out a moan. Large arms wrapped around her tiny torso and turned her over. Almost instantly, the lips found her sensitive buds, sucking profusely. Eyes closed, she grabbed the assaulter's silky hair, arching her back in pleasure. The man, no, the god, she thought had her almost on the brink of pleasure with just attention to her breasts. She felt his talented fingers trailing down to where she needed him the most.
The sensuous female was beyond being embarrassed or caring at how wet she was from the little ministrations. Canal desire flushed her body as she yearned for the release and her moans seemed to encourage her lover. She felt him press on her nub, gently circling, testing. She gave a moan of protest, pulling hard on his hair, earning herself a groan from the owner. The hand on her stopped circling, only to have his fingers plunge into her. The abruptness caused her to gasp, open her eyes to make contact with the man who caused such pleasure. The intensity she saw caused her to flush in pleasure, making her even wetter, the room induced in her musky scent. The beautiful grey eyes were a darker shade than usual, spotting a possessive look filled with desire. Without breaking eye contact, she lifted herself up, moaning as his fingers touched her more deeply than before from the change of position, only to stop few inches from his handsome face. Holding his feral gaze, she closed the gap by pressing her lips to his. The gentle touch quickly transformed into hunger, the couple kissing profusely to match each others passion. The fingers inside her began to move faster causing her to drape her arm around the smooth skin of the man, digging her nails into his back as her pleasure intensified. She broke apart from the kiss, as she felt herself on the brink of her orgasm, her face basked in pleasure. The man began trailing kisses down her neck, moving his fingers faster and rubbing her nub. He bit hard into the junction of her neck and shoulder, causing her to scream out in pain and pleasure as she reached her orgasm. But it did not stop there, the man untangled himself, dropped onto his knees and replaced his fingers with his tongue. Already sensitive, the assault brought about her second orgasm, more intense than the first and she let herself go gasping her lover's name.
Lapping all her sweetness, he lifted himself and gazed down at the spent woman. She looked back at him lovingly, satisfied and closed her eyes. She neither caught the triumph grin he threw or the hatred that gleamed through his eyes as he gazed down at her sleeping form.
End of flashback
Breaking out of her daydream, once again, the searching eyes hoped to find the beautiful grey ones that managed to flutter her heart as well cause her to writhe from their carnal passion. A shiver went through her as she felt a piercing gaze on her naked back. Without turning she knew it was him, as no other could cause such vulnerability in her with a mere look. Taking a breath, she turned around to face the beautiful lover. Slowly, brown eyes met grey across the room. A rush of excitement ran through her, finally a genuine smile graced the stunning female. She lifted the wine glass as a greeting, sensually taking a sip, relishing in the sweetness. The grey seemed to darken at what may seem like an innocuous gesture to others but the seductress knew it was anything but innocent. She let out a little smirk.
Their gaze was broken as the Minister of Magic asked for attention. The lights were dimmed, focused on the stage. Reluctantly, she turned to look at the stage joining on the applauding but she could still feel his gaze. She could not pay attention to the speech as she was too busy trying to control the emotions rushing through her upon the little interaction with the handsome, grey-eyed man. As she was about to calm down, she felt feather-like touch grazing the soft skin of her back. Almost instantly, she closed her eyes, desire kicking in. She did not know what it was about this man that seemed to cause her to react in the most sensitive manner. Her breath hitched as she felt his tantalizing breath on her ear.
"You look ravishing", a deep seductive voice whispered. She felt herself flush at the compliment. She had especially worn the dress for him. It was made of finest silk, a backless that caressed her skin like second skin. It accentuated her lovely curves, the silt teasing the by-lookers with peaks of her toned legs as she walked. It was only held by the tied halter, that if pulled on, would reveal a luscious body. The finger grazed the tied halter, with a soft groan, indicating his knowledge of what it would do. With closed eyes, she was so lost in the feel of his small touch that she only came to the present as the finger left her. She let out a disappointed sigh. Opening her eyes, she ran her hand through her elegant updo to awaken herself. She became aware of the expensive robe brushing her arms, the cinnamon aroma of his perfume reached her nose as he passed by her to go onto the stage.
Loud applauds could be heard as the man demanded attention with every stride he took, reaching the stage. The view that greeted her as her gaze found the stage froze her. The agony was unbearable. It was worse than the Cruciatus curse itself. Never had anything felt so painful.
It happened in slow motion. The beautiful man leaned down to kiss his equal beauty matched lady on the stage, everyone watching in awe and appraisal at the striking pair. Breaking the kiss, he gazed at the female lovingly and straightened himself to settle beside the beauty with his arms around her back. He gave a practiced arrogant smile to the awed crowd, settling on the lady clad in red. The man kept the smile but the vulnerable female knew, the once beautiful grey eyes, now looked at her with indifference. Like she was just another person in the crowd. It hurt. She knew she should not feel that way, he had made it clear on many occasions. But she could not help it.
The one person she had let her guard down with, let him see for all she was. He had seduced her, touched her, kissed her, cared for her as much as a man like him could, or so she thought he had. How could she have been so naïve? When did Hermione Granger, the Golden trio's brain, let herself fall in love with the one person she had spent most her life fighting against. For the difference between them were so great…
Mudblood and Pureblood.
Employer and Boss.
Hermione Granger and Lucius Malfoy.
Author's End note: Woo! That is the prologue, I would be happy to hear from you guys. I hope y'all enjoyed it! Also, isn't Lucious and Hermione pairing just scandalously delicious?
