When Lucius and Hermione reached the second floor, they found the corridor empty. "This way," Lucius said, leading her to a nondescript door at the far end of the hall.
Hermione was surprised to see a broom closet, full of janitorial brooms and other cleaning supplies, on the other side of the door. Before she could question him, Lucius had tapped a secret panel in the back with his wand, which slid to the side to reveal a velvety green carpeted stairway leading upwards.
At the top of the stairs was a semi-circular landing with two paneled doors painted in the same dark green as the carpet, with silver trim. Each door had a silver, coiled snake knocker, with a portrait of Lucius on one wall and the Malfoy crest on the other, beside the doors.
With a wave of his wand, the doors slowly opened inward. Inside was a semi-circular foyer with a long hall extended in front of them, decorated in the same green, silver, and black theme. Portraits of Malfoy ancestors going back several hundred years adorned the walls on either side of them, interspersed with doorways on both sides between the portraits. At the end of the corridor was a semi-circular alcove with a large picture window that looked out over Diagon Alley, directly opposite the entryway.
Hermione walked slowly toward the window, glancing at the portraits of blond-haired ancestors as she went, disappointed that the doors along the way were closed. Standing at the window, she had an excellent panoramic view of the activity going on in the magical street below.
"Do you like the view," Lucius asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "It's even better at night, when you can see everything all lit up."
"It's beautiful," she said.
"Would you like to see the rest of the place?" he asked, opening a door to his left.
Hermione inhaled sharply as she stepped into a well-appointed library. The high-ceilinged room had books on every magical topic imaginable, in cases from floor to ceiling on two levels. There was a spiral staircase on the far wall to access the second level. A massive writing desk faced another window, with a comfortable couch and two well-padded chairs in the middle of the room. On the opposite wall from the window was a large fireplace. The bookshelves were made of intricately carved wood and the room was decorated in shades of burgundy, brown, and hunter green.
"Ohhh, my," she breathed. "I could spend hours in here. I've always wanted to have a library like this."
"And so you shall," he said, bending to kiss her on the cheek.
Returning to the door, he led her back into the hallway. Lucius showed her a luxuriously appointed kitchen that opened onto a long, narrow dining room that seated 12, a comfortable room for entertaining guests, a small potions lab on the other side of the kitchen, a well-stocked pantry, and a balcony with a small owlery attached.
Next, were two bedrooms, with a playroom in between them, already filled with many of the common toys that wizarding children enjoyed. "These are lovely," Hermione said, commenting on the bedrooms. She smiled, imagining their child sleeping in the crib that stood waiting in one of the bedrooms.
"I can't wait to fill that crib," he murmured, leaning over to kiss her.
"Why don't we go work on that," Hermione replied, immediately blushing at her own boldness.
"I thought you'd never ask," Lucius said, smirking.
After leaving the nursery, he led her back down the hall. Instead of re-entering the library, however, Lucius turned to a door on the opposite side of the hall.
Without a word, he opened the door to reveal the master bedroom. Against the wall, between two tall windows, covered in heavy emerald velvet curtains was a black lacquer king size bed that Hermione guessed was a genuine piece from the Art Deco era. Another fireplace was on the wall opposite the bed and on the wall opposite from where they stood were two doors. One door stood open to reveal a bathroom larger than Hermione's dorm room at Hogwarts. A huge jacuzzi tub, made of black marble, large enough to comfortably hold four people, dominated the room.
Lucius opened the second door, which revealed a large dressing room/walk-in closet. One side of the closet was filled with Lucius' clothing, with the other side empty, ready for Hermione's belongings.
As Hermione looked at the empty side obviously meant for her, Lucius said, "I intend to take you to Twilfitt and Tatting's for an entire wardrobe one day soon at your convenience. When that's done, I assure you that your side of the closet will be quite full."
"Why?" Hermione asked. "What's the matter with the clothes I already have?"
"Nothing," he said. "But I daresay that most of your clothes are more befitting of a schoolgirl than an adult witch who has now entered into a consort relationship with a Malfoy." After a pause, he continued, "People will talk if you are dressed less well than Narcissa. They will think I'm not properly respecting nor taking care of you."
"Considering you put it that way, I accept," Hermione said, reaching up to give him a kiss.
Lucius led her back into the bedroom and sat on a padded settee at the foot of the bed. Holding his hand out for Hermione, he said quietly, "Come sit down.'
She obeyed, gulping in nervousness, in anticipation of what was to come next.
As Lucius took her into his arms, he felt her heart hammering against his chest. "It's going to be all right," he murmured, rubbing her back gently. "I daresay that you'll enjoy it."
"I feel silly for being nervous," she said. "Most of the girls I knew lost their virginity before leaving Hogwarts."
"I'm glad you waited," Lucius said, bending to give her a passionate kiss. "But I intend to remedy your lack of experience very shortly."
They didn't say anything for the next few minutes, as their kisses grew more passionate and urgent. Lucius could feel Hermione relax as he continued to kiss her and rub her back. She didn't notice that his hands had moved on to other areas until she felt the tips of his fingers at the bottom of her bra, under her sweater. After she inhaled sharply, but did not otherwise object, Lucius used his other hand to unclasp her bra, then slid his fingers upward to brush against one nipple that was already taut in anticipation.
"Like that?" he whispered as he continued to lazily stroke the distended peak.
"Ohhhh, yesss," she replied, feeling quite boneless.
"Let's get more comfortable," he said. With a swish of his wand, they were quickly scooted up to lie on the bed together. He resumed the exploration of Hermione's body as he continued to kiss her. Soon, her initial reticence had melted away and within a short time soft moans of desire escaped her lips as Lucius stroked certain parts of her body, igniting her arousal .
"So soft," she sighed, as she ran one tentative hand through his long blond hair. "I always knew it would be."
"Touch me," Lucius breathed, as he guided her other hand between his legs
As her hands came in contact with the hard length of him, he murmured, "Feel how much I want you.
She touched him once hesitantly, then with growing confidence. Wanting to feel him without the encumbrance of cloth between them, she fumbled to reach inside his trousers.
"Let me help you," he said. With one flick of his wand, their clothes were gone and they were under the covers.
Hermione resumed where she'd left off, intrigued by the velvety hardness of his erection. She was gratified to know that she was pleasing him, if the expression on his face and the sounds coming from his throat were any indication.
Lucius continued to explore every part of her body with fingers and tongue, but studiously avoided the one place where he knew her need was growing. He wanted her squirming with desire before he would take the final step to consummate their relationship.
"Please, Lucius," Hermione finally begged.
Needing no further encouragement, Lucius positioned himself to enter her. Pausing, he said, "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" Hermione emphatically said. "Now! Please!"
With no further ado, he entered her smoothly, then paused to allow her body to adjust to his size. Once he felt her relax after the momentary twinge of discomfort, he began to move within her with a slow, sinuous pace.
Her passion mounting, Hermione instinctively began to match his movements, the pace crescendoing as they both neared climax. Her hands clutched at his well-formed bum, which further spurred him on.
Within a short time, Hermione stiffened, arching her back as her climax washed over her, accompanied by soft mewls of pleasure. Lucius, sensing her release, relinquished control and came, too, emitting a satisfied grunt.
Now motionless, but still lying within her, Lucius looked down at her and smiled, as they both panted raggedly in aftermath. After a moment, he rolled off, moving to lie beside her in a shared post-orgasmic haze.
"That was wonderful," Hermione murmured as she snuggled closer to him, with her head on his chest as she traced lazy circles around one of his nipples.
"Mmmm," Lucius agreed, sated and content.
Neither spoke for several long moments. Hermione was suddenly glad that she and Ron had never "done the deed", as she knew it couldn't have matched what she just experienced with Lucius.
"Why don't we try the jacuzzi," Lucius said a short time later.
"I'd love to," she replied.
Five minutes later, they were relaxing in the oversize tub. "I don't want to go back to the Weasleys tonight," Hermione said.
"Then don't," Lucius said. "Stay with me tonight."
"Ginny is coming home from Hogwarts tonight," she said. "And I left Mrs Weasley a note saying I'd be gone only a few hours. They'll worry about me."
"Just owl them and make up a plausible excuse," he urged.
Thinking for a few moments, Hermione finally said, "I've got it! I'll tell them I was missing my parents, so I went back to my old home to call them by muggle telephone and decided to spend the night there."
"Where are your parents?" he asked.
"They've been living in Australia," she answered. "But they kept our house here as they're not sure whether they want to stay in Australia for good."
"Hmm..." Lucius had a thoughtful expression on his face.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Your parents' situation provides us with a good opportunity," he said. After a pause, he continued, "We will need to spend an extended period of uninterrupted time together if you are to conceive in a timely fashion. I'd been trying to think of a way to explain your absence that wouldn't raise the Weasley's suspicions."
Giving her a kiss on the top of the head, he concluded, "From what you just told me, I'd suggest telling them that you miss your parents so much that you're planning to go to Australia for Christmas to be with them. When you go back there tomorrow to get your things, you can tell them that your parents suggested it tonight while on the phone."
"I think that would work," she said, smiling.
"I thought we could take a trip to the States," Lucius said. "Draco is studying at Salem Witches' Institute, and I want to visit him before he goes back home for Christmas. I need to tell him about us and I want to do it without Narcissa around."
"I can't imagine he'll be thrilled at the news," Hermione admitted.
"No, but he will get over it," Lucius said. "He'll accept it in the end, regardless of his personal feelings."
"I hope so."
"You and I will stay at a home I own near Salem over Christmas, while he spends the holiday with his mother," Lucius said.
"I'd better go now and owl the Weasleys," Hermione said. "I'm already late.
"Plenty of time for that," Lucius drawled, pulling Hermione into his arms. "Have I ever told you how wonderful sex in a jacuzzi can be?"
Hermione grinned and promptly forgot about owls for the next hour or so.
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A/N Next Chapter: A Cock and Bull Story.
A/N: Thanks to my readers for their continued support of my story.