Three things: Firstly, this is not a Dramione. Hermione and Lucius are a little confused, and unfortunately, Draco is mixed up in their confusion. This story hardly has a sad ending, but if you want me to go easy on Draco, look away now. I mean, I'm not horrendous to the poor boy, but I know who I'd rather have.

Secondly, I had forgotten quite how flippin' hot some of these moments are. Even make my eyes water.

Thirdly, I split this chapter in a different place to where I'd envisaged due to aforementioned hotness. There was so much hotness that it was making my keyboard melt. So I've saved the next dose of scorchio for the next chapter.

She felt no shame at what had taken place. It may have been Draco on her body, but it was Lucius who had brought her pleasure, and he knew it too.

She came as usual for their appointment the following week and was directed to his study.

Lucius was sorting through what appeared to be old photographs. He barely looked up when she entered but spoke, his voice calm and considered. 'As I grow older I find myself retreating deeper into the past. Curious, isn't it? ... Not that my past is worth retreating into.'

'I'm sure much of it is.' She hesitated at the door. Would he not acknowledge what had happened? Perhaps that was for the best.

He picked up a photo and smiled softly, reassuring her of normality. Hermione closed the door and approached him, glancing at the picture. In it she could see two girls swinging from a tree.

'Who are they?'

'My mother and her sister when they were children. They were very close.'

'They look very happy.'

'Yes.'

She took a step into him. 'Did you have a happy childhood, Lucius?'

'Intermittently.' He tidied away the photos with sudden urgency. 'You left quickly last time you were here.'

His abrupt change of subject caused her insides to lurch. 'Yes.'

'Why?'

She turned away, not answering his question. 'Is he here?'

'Draco? No.'

Hermione began to fuss with her bag, sitting down and getting out her documents. 'We should start our session. I have to report back to the Ministry tomorrow on your progress.'

'He needs you.'

She closed her eyes. 'Don't.'

'You would be good for him. You would be wonderful for him. And he would be good to you.' Lucius spoke with no conviction, as if he was reciting a list in his mind, as if he was trying to convince himself.

'Stop it, Lucius. Stop it.' Hermione stood and turned for the door, needing to escape the oppressive tension.

With unfeasible swiftness he crossed to her and gripped her wrist hard in his fingers. She turned and met with his eyes, brutal and beautiful.

And it was happening.

They moved into each other at the same time, a desperate meeting of lips and hands and bodies, needing to connect, needing to come together. His kiss seared, instantly lifting her from reality, instantly confirming that this was right, that this was the truth.

Lucius' fingers held her head firmly, preventing her from moving from him, and he plundered her mouth with unfettered finesse, his tongue exploring and searching and beguiling, his lips burning.

Hermione clasped him to her, wanting to disappear through him, wanting to be absorbed into him, his smell and his touch and his sound all perfection. She was scrabbling at his clothes, trying to gain purchase on them and eliminate them at the same time. In the moments their mouths came apart she kissed any part of him she could whether clothed or not. Then gripping her hard on her backside, he lifted her onto his desk, scattering photos and parchments in the process, not noticing or caring. She lay back across it and instinctively wriggled out of her underwear, feeling his hands aiding its dismissal. Her legs fell apart for him and he pushed them wider yet. Lucius' eyes fell to her sex and drank in the sight before him, but he could not prevent the unstoppable surge of need which overtook them both.

Grabbing for his buckles, he freed himself quickly. Hermione almost sobbed. Never had she wanted a cock in her so much. It was long and thick and so hard it barely swayed as he brought it towards her.

He positioned himself, then looked back up to her and thrust. He rose up into her to the hilt in one drive with a groan of immense satisfaction.

Hermione's back buckled immediately but she pressed forward to keep him as deep within her as she could.

They took a moment to absorb it: completion at last attained. But he needed to move, and with long strokes which thrilled her, he fucked her steadily and perfectly, settling into a rhythm reflected in the connection they maintained with their eyes.

'Lucius ...' she murmured, wanting to confirm his reality.

He merely moaned as she clenched upon him and, lifting her leg, he focused on coaxing pleasure from them both. Long fingers found her clit and nuzzled and rubbed so perfectly she nearly came instantly. But she wanted to wait. She wanted to wait for him. He stared down at her, his face almost malevolent in its surety. But his eyes never strayed from hers, never lost that affirmation of desire.

She noticed his mouth moving. He was murmuring, speaking half in thoughts to himself. In the midst of her mounting pleasure, she strained to hear him. 'Perfect, perfect, perfect ...'

Hermione gripped him with her body, holding him within the velvet glove of her flesh. His face creased, his mouth opened to gasp in air. And as he burst into her with a cry from deep in his being, she let herself come at last. She came strong and fast, her orgasm tearing through her body, focused on the hard flesh filling her with the thick white heat of potent come.

Lucius slumped down onto her sated body, panting hard. She clung to him, unwilling to let him go.

They stayed like that, unspeaking, Hermione stroking over his hair, until the objects on the desk asserted their presence and dug painfully into her back.

'Ow.'

He glanced up, smirking and planting a tender kiss on her smiling mouth before pulling back.

'I think possibly that confirms your success under the community service programme, Mr Malfoy.'

'Is that what I have to do to get a clean report?'

'Hmm ... you might just have to do it again ...' She kissed him. '... and again ... and again ... and again ...'

He stared down, his face reflective and gentle, so different to how she had ever before imagined him. Such a beautiful face.

'Why don't I take you to bed?' he smiled.

'You can take me wherever you want, whenever you want.'

Lucius stood, slipping out of her and pulling her carefully from the desk. Holding her hand, he led her through the house up the stairs until they came to a large but surprisingly cosy bedroom. Standing her in the middle of the room, he began carefully, almost systematically, to remove her clothing. But it was done with such aching adoration that Hermione wanted to melt into him yet again.

She started, 'You really are the –'

Lucius placed a finger on her lips and raised an eyebrow in caution. She shut up.

As her body was revealed to him he stared at it with sheer wonder but never once lost focus on his task. When she at last stood naked and ready before him, he applied himself to removing his own clothes. Hermione could only gawp. His torso was slender but toned, lean but hard with straining muscle – the perfect body. She ached to lick it. She wanted to touch and hold it too, but her first thought was only to lick and suck on every inch of it.

'I want you again,' she said quickly before he was able to silence her again.

He stepped forward, his mouth curled into a smirk, and drawled down, 'How similar we are, Miss Granger. Because it just so happens that I too want you again.'

She glanced down. Sure enough he was already swelling and rising towards her. Curling her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss. He walked her backwards until she fell onto the bed. Placing her legs over his shoulders, Lucius sank deep into her body. And there he stayed for most of the rest of the day and the following night.

xoOox

They carried on talking the next day, although now, instead of eyeing each other across a desk, they lay lazily in bed, their limbs curled languidly about each other.

'What about Draco?' asked Hermione, soft with apprehension.

'I don't know.'

'You said he and I would be good together.'

'You would.'

'But I want you, not him. And I hope, judging on your rather virtuosic display over the last twenty-four hours, that you want me. He thinks he and I are together.' She sighed, her heart heavy. 'I'll have to tell him.'

'About us?'

'I can't do that. I'll just tell him I can't go on with him.'

Lucius paused. 'I want him to be happy.'

Hermione moved her head up to look at him. 'Lucius ... you can't have it both ways. And I don't care about him in that way. Whenever he touches me, all I can think about is you. That time ...'

'When?'

'You know ... in the library. I only climaxed because you were staring at me.'

He stroked her arm distractedly, 'I couldn't stop. I wanted to see you come. I wanted to hear you. It was curious – I didn't see you with Draco. I just saw ... you ... but at the same time, I was so enthralled to see you in the hands of a man.'

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, desolate. 'I really don't think I can bear telling him yet.'

'He'll be devastated when you do.'

Hermione fell back onto the bed in despair. 'Everything's happening at once and I just seem to be swept along on this flooding rush of emotion. I want you. I want you. I just want you. But ... I can't face letting him down. It's too much.'

Lucius ran a single finger-tip over her belly in an ever-growing spiral. 'I don't want you to let him down either.'

She arched towards his touch, trying to force reason back to her mind, knowing she was failing. 'But ... this is crazy. It's completely crazy, Lucius. He's your son.'

'Exactly.' It was Lucius' turn to sigh. 'I used to think I knew all the answers. Not any longer.'

'If I carry on with him he's going to expect me to sleep with him properly. I'm not some born-again virgin ... I don't see how I can justify not having sex any longer.'

Lucius hesitated only briefly. 'You'll have to do it then.'

She frowned across at him. 'How can you say that?'

'I don't know ... but I just have.' His voice was strangely dispassionate but did nothing to anger her.

'And what about us?'

'We ... carry on.'

And as he slipped down her body and his tongue circled her clit, he already was.

xoOox

And so Hermione began a curious life. In the day she would work, either at the Ministry or at the Manor, continuing Lucius' 'rehabilitation'. It often involved sex. In the evenings she would sometimes go out with Draco and at night she'd return to his father's bed.

She liked Draco, there was no doubt, and, curiously, the more time she spent with his father, the more she found him attractive, although she knew it was the association with Lucius which fired it.

For his part, Draco was clearly smitten. He rarely took his eyes from her, but his awkward self-consciousness had faded and she found him good-humoured and easy to talk to. But something was missing – it always would be – she wasn't quite sure what, but she knew that he would not last, with or without the presence of Lucius. But for now, if she couldn't lead an open relationship with his father, he was good company.

Guilt rarely played a part when they were together, but once she'd said goodbye and seen the optimistic shine in his eyes when arranging the next date, shame crushed down on her, especially when thinking about what she was about to do. She would take the floo back to her flat, but almost immediately would Apparate straight back into his father's bedroom. Nearly every night was now spent with Lucius lavishing adoration on every inch of her body. And when pleasure raged through her, even the shame evaporated.

Draco had not pressured her into sex, and for that she respected him immensely. They kissed a lot. And she had to admit she rather enjoyed it. He had touched her and even got as far as nuzzling her nipples, something Hermione could never resist, and she had allowed herself to come again. She'd somehow managed to get away without returning the favour but knew it couldn't go on.

One night, as the freezing dank of winter at last seemed to be replaced by the fresh new aromas of spring, she found herself once again walking with the younger Malfoy through London. They had been to a Muggle restaurant near Covent Garden, and Hermione had drunk more than she intended. Lucius was away for two days and she was missing him more than she thought possible. Draco had been a good distraction. She linked arms with him as they walked along Drury Lane.

'I'm staying up in town tonight.'

She knew where this was going. They had never stayed the night together.

'Do you want to come back to my place?'

She wanted to go back to the Manor and be taken very hard by his father. Instead, she was holding the pleasingly firm forearm of the son.

'OK.'

Draco stopped abruptly and looked down with clear surprise etched onto his features. 'Are you sure?'

'I wouldn't have said it if I didn't want to.'

The broadest grin she'd ever seen broke across his face. Her stomach churned with bitter shame yet again, but when he kissed her – and he was turning into a remarkably good kisser – it was brushed away with firm and ardent lips.

His flat was not far. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly. Once inside the door, Hermione was determined. She dragged off his jacket and kissed him with staggeringly deep sensuality, splaying a hand into the small of his back to press his burgeoning cock harder against her, running her leg around the back of his like a lioness claiming her prey.

'Hermione ...' he breathed, scrabbling unsuccessfully at her clothing. She quickly set about stripping them off her and him. '... I didn't think you'd ever ...'

She silenced him with another kiss and when her hand reached into his jeans and closed around his erection, she banished his doubt.

Hermione dragged him back into the flat. She didn't have a clue where she was going and hoped to end up in the bedroom. Her lust needed addressing, and the thought of this new Malfoy body was suddenly potently appealing. She didn't find the bedroom, but fell back upon a sofa, shedding the rest of her clothes in the process and arching towards him, her body seeking fulfilment desperately.

'Hermione ... you are so bloody beautiful ... always thought so ... always ... waited so long ...'

His eulogy was boring her. 'Hurry up and fuck me, Malfoy.' She hoped she sounded lasciviously desirous rather than petulantly demanding, but she wasn't sure. Still, he leant down towards her. He had a nice cock; she'd noticed before. It would be curious to see how he felt. Her pussy was so used to his father that she wondered if she would come at all. She wanted to come. If Lucius hadn't sanctioned her screwing his son, there was no way she would, but now ... she curled her arms around his neck and spread her legs.

'Do you want me to lick you first?' he offered.

Hermione had to make a determined effort not to tut out loud. This was not the time for gentlemanly foreplay. 'No.'

Draco stopped suddenly, fumbling into his pocket. 'I've got the condoms ...'

He was scrabbling hopelessly. She yanked his hand away and directed it back to her clit. 'Screw the bloody condoms. I'm on the pill.'

'But I thought ...'

Hermione arched her pelvis towards him in no uncertain terms. At last, Draco snapped back to attention. He lowered himself between her legs and pushed up. Immediately, his eyes closed and he groaned with deepest satisfaction. Hermione thrust down, needing complete possession, needing him as far inside her as possible.

Once he was fully embedded, he stopped, panting already, his eyes closed, almost overwhelmed. She wanted him to move. He wasn't as large as his father and she needed the friction to reinforce his presence. Clenching hard around him, she brought him back to the moment. 'Shit, Hermione, you are so tight.'

'Move,' she demanded.

He did at last, stroking along her with thankful accuracy, not neglecting her clit. His hand came between them and rubbed the tight little bud just enough to maintain her pleasure. She would come, thank god.

But Draco was not going to last long and so she shut her eyes tight and pictured somebody else, willing her climax to take her quickly. 'Malfoy ... fuck me, Malfoy, harder, harder, Malfoy ...'

'Draco ... call me Draco ...'

She tried. She couldn't. Instead, she became silent and pictured herself in the Manor, impaled on his father's cock. Instantly, she came hard, crying out the family name once again. Draco by now was too far gone to care. He came powerfully inside her in several long, thick bursts, snapping his hips against her as his orgasm took hold.

Afterwards, he sagged onto her, a damp, limp weight.

'Fucking, fucking hell, Hermione. You are something else. All I can say is ... it was worth the wait.'

'Hmm.' She kissed him perfunctorily, nudged him to the side, and went to the bathroom.

She took rather longer than she needed, but it had the desired effect. When she returned, he was asleep.

xoOox

Hermione's report on Lucius' Community Service was due.

She'd compiled it a while ago, and as well as writing a detailed and lucid (but suitably detached) account of his rehabilitation, she had ticked all the boxes to ensure his continued freedom.

The afternoon after it was submitted she received a text. The number was unidentified. She opened it curiously.

When you come to me tonight you will not say a word. You will walk immediately to the bedroom and remove all your clothing. Then you will place your hands on the left hand bottom post of the bed and wait. L

A grin placed itself over Hermione's mouth and stayed there. Perhaps the community service programme had been more effective than she realised. She knew the Manor had a landline on an inaccessible shelf in the small sitting room in case of emergencies, and she had given Lucius her number, but she had never imagined him investing in a mobile. Even if he was only going to use it for sexting, that was fine by her. She considered replying, but resisted and instead simply put his number in her contacts and started counting down the minutes until she could leave.

When she arrived at the Manor it was silent. But Hermione did not hesitate in doing what she had been asked. She walked straight up to his bedroom. It too was empty, but she quickly set about taking off her clothes. And then, as she had been told, she placed her hands on the end post of the large bed and waited.

You may want a cold shower before the next chapter. And another one after it. Or even a hot shower. ;-)