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Chapter Ten
Lucius saw his hands shake slightly as he rested them on the robe covering Hermione's body. A muscle twitched in his jaw. Lucius could not begin to grasp why he was shaking when he had undressed plenty of women in his life; women who had more experience, and seductresses more passionate. There's the problem there; the girl is neither of those, an annoying accurate voice in his head reasoned. No doubt the girl would be furious if she found out he had taken such liberties but what had to happen would happen. He didn't understand why he was sitting there, debating on undressing her when he hated her kind.
Refusing to dwell on the train of his thoughts, Lucius gritted his jaw and began to peel apart the black cloak. He had performed a cleaning spell so she was not covered in grime and soot anymore. However, there were some small cuts which needed to be looked at. Good luck. Lucius ignored the voice. With a look of disgust, he dragged the cloak off quickly, throwing it behind him. Keeping his face motionless, Lucius went for Hermione's pants. Unbuttoning her pants, he moved them down her long legs, throwing it behind him to join the cloak. Merlin! As soon as his gaze touched upon her legs he couldn't seem to advert his eyes, shameless as he was.
He took in the image before his eyes, long, endless legs, the color of rich cream. They were not gangly or awkwardly shaped like he had thought they would be; rather, they were strong and muscled yet extremely feminine. She had well-turned ankles, and small perfect feet. Lucius felt his throat begin to dry up as his eyes traveled up her legs to her equally muscled thighs. She had perfect legs, long and endless. Her hips flared out just right, wide but not obscenely so. She wore perfectly normal cotton briefs, black with white trimmings but to Lucius it looked completely indecent. Everything in the room began to get uncomfortable, starting with the temperature. Lucius felt his cheeks start to flame and feel that godforsaken tightening in his nether regions.
Closing his eyes, he sucked in a ragged breath, his fist tightening on the bed spread next to Hermione's small hand. He wanted to get this over with as fast as he could but it seemed that Hermione, even unconscious, wouldn't allow him any comfort. He didn't think he would have ever gotten her pants off if she was awake- she probably would have hexed him into next week. The thought brought a mirthless smile to his lips. With the blood raging in his body Lucius decided to finish his task and get out before he did something stupid. Inhaling deeply, Lucius moved his hands up to her tank top, furious to see his hands shaking again. Bloody Merlin! Damn Dumbledore. Damn everyone!
The heat in the room was almost unbearable, along with the tightness in his trousers. When this day had started out, Lucius had not predicted that he would end up undressing Hermione Granger, the loathed mud blood. Back in the day, he remembered that mud bloods were used as whores, the ones with magic anyway, and they were kept as mistresses for some before marriage so that they wouldn't be tempted to dally with the pure bred females. Rolling his eyes, Lucius grabbed both ends of the tank top and yanked off the garment and abruptly froze on the spot, arms in midair with the girl's top in his hands. For the life of him, Lucius could not take his eyes away from what he was seeing.
He had thought she would wear a bra underneath of the tank top, but alas, here she was completely bare chested. Not once had the thought crossed Lucius's mind that she wouldn't have worn a bra. You were the one who wouldn't let her get on her clothes properly since you decided to surprise her. If Lucius had thought the temperature before had been boiling, then it was most definitely hell right now. The temperature before now seemed bearable to him. This was the last thing he expected to see and Lucius was frozen on the spot. Lucius tried very hard to look away but it was in vain. Merlin help him, he was a man, and no red blooded man on earth could have looked away from the sight in front of him.
Hermione Granger was the epitome of feminine beauty. Her shoulders were slender but strong, not narrowed like a child's. Her arms were also slim, and like her legs, lightly muscled. Her neck was long and graceful and Lucius had an insane urge to settle his lips over her pulse point and bring her back to the present. Lucius's gaze dropped down to her breasts, large and full with soft rosy nipples. They were perfect, rising and falling softly as Hermione lay there, unaware of what was going on. Lucius knew he should turn his gaze away. He expected to feel repulsed at his body's reaction to a mudblood but for the life of him, Lucius didn't feel repulsed. She was all supple curves and he thanked Merlin that she had left Potter. That boy was a fool.
Lucius closed his eyes and was bombarded with images of Hermione underneath of him, her long hair splayed across the pillows, her long legs wrapped high around his waist as he drove into her hot, wet passage.
"Good God!" Opening his eyes, Lucius sprang away from the girl as though she had turned into a fire breathing dragon. Drawing out his wand Lucius tidied up the clothes on the floor and quickly laid the blanket over her half naked body. Turning his back on her, Lucius went over to the wall, taking in deep breaths, waiting for his rock hard erection to subside. As soon as he closed his eyes, all he could see was erotic images of Hermione. This was bloody great.