Thank you for all of your favourites and reviews. There isn't too much in the way of plot but I hope you like the way the "story" is unfolding. Just felt a little Lucius/Hermione smut was needed. I have no other excuse.
A stay in Azkaban aside, Lucius Malfoy wasn't used to being treated in this way. The little Mudblood needed to learn some respect.
He was certain the past Gryffindor Princess would not abandon her post and leave the party. Tracking her down wouldn't be difficult: A little flirting with the buxom and somewhat naïve young woman on reception: An embellished tale of woe and …"Room 501 Sir"
The former death eater, could of course apparate without a sound….
She really did have the most exquisite back. He thought about running a finger down her spine, or better still his tongue.
Lucius Malfoy was done with thinking about what he wanted to do to Hermione Granger.
His movement across the plush carpet of the spacious hotel room was as stealthy as his apparition had been. Her skin was like gossamer silk just as he had imagined. His long slender finger moving slowly from, top to bottom. Starting where her hair was secured, to just above the provocative dip in her dress. The simple action went from the very tip of his finger straight to his groin, causing him to let out a barely audible moan.
In her haste to get away Hermione hadn't warded the room…
She was furious that he had entered in this way, but she wasn't surprised by his presence and all honestly could hardly say it was entirely unwelcome. Hermione chastised her thoughts, but couldn't contain the little frisson of excitement that danced through her veins. She jumped slightly at his surprisingly feather light touch, but like his piercing gaze was overwhelmed by the almost chain reaction it sparked. The merest of touches reaching every nerve in her body, awaking dormant feelings. A bolt of fear followed the blazing path of his finger, fear of what he could do to her….if she let him. Hermione shivered at the idea.
Lucius Malfoy was a man used to getting what he wanted. Lucius Malfoy was a very experienced man used to getting what he wanted.
Hermione turned to face him, spinning round with such ferocity, she almost lost her balance. He really was one of the most strikingly handsome men she had ever encountered. His sleek mane of blonde hair was worn in a ponytail, secured at his nape with a tiny black ribbon, making his appearance all the more imperious and commanding.
Oh how she longed to tug on the wisp of black…her hand trembled at the mere thought. But Hermione refused to be intimidated, meeting his stormy grey gaze head on. Nonetheless, she took a step back, putting some much needed space between them.
"Obviously Mr Malfoy, I did not make myself clear enough. So please enlighten me, which part, did a man of your obvious intellect not understand?" Her voice was soft and low as she avoided mentioning his sudden and uninvited apparition into her room.
His presence and height were imposing. As a person, Hermione realised she was no longer overawed by him, but looking at him purely as a man she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell. His prowess surpassed anything she had experienced before, not that her experience amounted to very much. She would have said, no man had ever made her feel like this, exacted such wanton feelings from her, but the reality of it was, she had never been with a real man, only grown up boys and the grown up was debatable.
However, what struck Hermione more than that was, even in anger, anger like she had not experienced in a very long time, she realised to her horror, she wanted him. Rage and power were, a heady combination, and it would appear a potent aphrodisiac.
No matter what her body craved, Hermione was not about to give in to a momentary impulse or desire. She'd hated this man from the moment they'd met, for most of her formative years. How could that possibly change, almost instantaneously, thanks to one Firewhiskey and a few moments in his arms?
"Maybe I needed to be more succinct," She suggested squaring her shoulders, trying desperately to convey more confidence than she felt.
His silence was a more than a little unnerving, and that familiar smirk curved his beautiful but cruel mouth. For the first time Hermione found herself unable to meet his penetrating silver blue gaze. She felt it travel lingeringly along the length of her body, shivering under his blatant appraisal, undisguised lust burning in his usually cold eyes.
"Mr Malfoy would you please leave," Hermione hardly recognised her own rather breathy tones as she addressed the dark wizard.
Not once did he avert his gaze from her. As she spoke, it lingered on her mouth, envisaging the untold delights it could bestow on his body. As she paused, it fell to the swell of her breasts. Lucius imagined them bared to him, his fingers and his mouth skilfully arousing the pert nipples.
His eyes glittered dangerously, his mouth curved with that now familiar indolence, and his jaw muscles tightened.
"I want you Miss Granger." He stated slowly and simply in his clipped aristocratic tones. As if it were all the explanation that were needed.
Lucius watched her reaction intently. She pushed a tendril of hair that had escaped its clip, from her face. He imagined her wild mass of hair loose, its silky softness falling like a curtain over his naked torso as she lay across him. He stifled a moan that rose low in his throat, at the image his brain conjured.
His imperious, articulate tones took her back to their very first encounter all those years ago. Hermione briefly recalled spouting off about fear to him. Fear was still racing though her body now. But the fear she felt at this moment, was laced with excitement and anticipation. Her traitorous body pulsed, her nipples tightening against the sensuous silk of her dress. Arousal dampening her lace knickers. No this really wasn't happening, she wasn't going to allow it to happen. She couldn't allow this to happen.
"Well I do not want you Mr Malfoy." She lied blatantly, hoping it didn't show in her face.
Lucius Malfoy had done a lot of reprehensible and unforgivable things in his life, forcing himself on a woman was not one of them, and never would be. His steely grey gaze took in Hermione Granger's appearance. The pretty flush of her cheeks, her dilated pupils and the gentle swell of her breasts. Her nipples deliciously visible through the sheath of green silk she wore. Her words belying her body's obvious arousal.
He reached across the small expanse of space she had put between them, and brushed the pad of his thumb gently across one peak, it hardened instantly, her body arching into his touch. A soft moan escaped her parted lips. These were not the actions or reactions of someone who didn't want him.
As the silky material clung and pulled across the curve of her hip, it revealed the slight outline her panties. He inhaled deeply, savouring the light floral scent of her perfume mixed with the unmistakeable musky scent of arousal. Oh she wanted him, she just needed to admit it to herself.
In a split second his broad frame was pinning her against the wall, forcing the breath from her lungs. The ferocity of his action a stark contrast to the softness of his lips as they covered hers, capturing them in a searing kiss that robbed her of rational thought. Her mouth opened willingly to his, his tongue caressing hers in the most erotic and sensual invasion. Her senses reeled at the relentless onslaught. Her body burned with need, aching for him to touch her.
The thin straps on her dress tore like paper in his strong hands, the gown pooling around her ankles in a shimmering puddle of emerald silk. One of his hands slid sensually between her legs, his long fingers skimming under the delicate damp lace of her panties, pushing her soft lips apart and slipping inside her.
Hermione practically purred at his surprisingly gentle intrusion. His long skilled fingers eliciting a sensual groan, needing no force or roughness to achieve their goal.
His mouth left hers, but remained only inches away, she could feel his hot breath on her face.
"So you don't want me Miss Granger? Hmm, your lovely mouth may be saying that. But your exquisite body is telling a verydifferent story."
His verbal assault was halted as his lips returned to hers. His kiss this time was so hard, his lips crushing hers. So demanding, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth. So hot, his tongue twisting inside her mouth, that Hermione feared she would pass out. No one had ever kissed her like this, evoking such shameless need. How ridiculous was that in itself?
How could she deny she wanted him? Her treacherous body contradicting every syllable that slipped from her mouth. Her brain wanted to fight him because it was the right thing to do. Her body wanted to feel him because it was what it needed to do.
"Do you still want me to leave?" He asked, his voice darkly hoarse, that oh so familiar sneer curling his lip. His pupils shot with unconcealed desire.
His words were accompanied by his silky rhythmic stroking. Her entire body was throbbing, singing to his touch, undiluted pleasure seeped through her veins, like warm honey. Had it not been for him pinning her to the wall Hermione felt sure her legs would have given way and she would have slumped to the floor.
How in Merlin's name could she say she wanted him to leave, when her body was revelling in every sensual touch his mouth and his hands inflicted on her? The delicious sensation of his fingers delving deep inside her, made her body quite literally ache for him. His marauding tongue melted her insides and robbed her mind of any coherent thoughts that involved anything other than pleasure.
How could she possibly deny she wanted him when her nipples were like pebbles against the solid wall of his chest and her juices coated his unrelenting fingers?
The hard length of his body was unyielding as he kept her virtually impaled against the wall. She knew her words and her anger were firing him up, increasing his ardour, causing him to react the way he was. She knew this because his words and his bellicosity were arousing her in the same way.
Sex was a powerful weapon but Hermione didn't have the experience so wield it. Just how far could she push the formidable Dark Wizard?
