"Are you pleased with your purchase?" Lucius asked her as he stood at the bar refilling his crystal tumbler with firewhiskey. Hermione sat on the leather sofa fiddling with the ring on her finger while staring at the wedding dress that hung from the back of the door. She couldn't deny that it was stunning; arctic white lace began at the collarbone and trailed down to the floor with a solid sheet of white silk beneath it starting at the top of her chest, the train was five feet long.
"It is very pretty." She whispered, taking a sip of her own beverage that burned its way down her throat.
"It is your wedding after all." He commented as he took his seat beside her.
"It hardly feels like it." She whispered forlornly, her eyes darting down to the crystal that still hung around her neck as a reminder of just how imprisoned she actually was.
"You can stop the pity party now Granger," Lucius muttered scathingly, "I know you don't want to be here. Do you actually think I do? Never mind the physical attraction," he turned his head to give her a heated once over that worked to further infuriate her, "do you think I want to be married again? To you of all people?"
"Go to hell Malfoy," She snarled and shoved herself from her perch, draining the last of her firewhiskey she darted over to the bar and began refilling it, "if you ask me I think you want this more than you lead on," she knew she was treading over thin ice, merely suggesting that someone as refined and well-bred as him could stoop so low as to desire marriage to her, but the alcohol was beginning to make her brain feel like it was floating, "like you said, never mind the physical attraction because I am just as guilty of that as you, I think you actually I want to marry me. I also think that it kills you to know this because I've always been so 'beneath' you and now suddenly you see me as an equal and it scares the shit out of you." She shoved the stopper back into the bottle and turned, a wide smiling stretching from ear to ear. She felt sickly pleased with how flabbergasted he looked sitting on the sofa just staring at her as though his brain could not process what she'd just told him. She very much doubted that anyone had ever spoken to him in such a way.
"It is getting late," she smiled and downed the rest of her drink before setting the tumbler on the marble bar top, "good night Lucius." She bid him farewell and walked to the door to grab her dress; her mind still reeling from her small victory over him.
"What are you trying to prove Mudblood?" she jumped when he snarled in her ear. She hadn't heard him get up from his seat, she sort of hoped that he would just let her leave with her pride wholly intact for the first time in days, but she was relatively unsurprised that he wanted to continue this.
"That you are in deeper than you want to be." She retorted venomously as she turned to glare up at him; more than a little unsettled at how closely he stood before her. The five plus drinks she'd partaken in tonight were rapidly getting to her making her fuzzy and slow to respond.
"You mean to insinuate that you believe I am developing feelings for you?" he asked.
"I am telling you outright that I think you are falling in love with me." She answered boldly; more than a little nervous about how he would respond.
"Have you completely forgotten our conversation last night?"
"No but I think you have." She smiled and giggled slightly.
"Well I am sorry to burst your bubble as the muggles say but that is far from true," he informed her, barely above a whisper, "I doubt I could ever love you." Her mouth fell open as she stared up into his cold grey eyes that she too readily believed were incapable of showing anyone any amount of warmth. A venomous rage bubbled up inside of her, more at herself than anyone, making her face grow hot and her palms tingle to slap him.
He felt himself slipping. Watching her overflowing with rage, her face overcome with the most beautiful blush he'd ever seen… it was a wonder how he'd kept himself in line with her around. His palms tingled with the desire to grip her hair firmly between his fingers, to feel the firmness of her skull beneath them as she sucked his cock with the reckless abandon he knew she possessed. He could tell she was near inebriation but that only made her more desirable; her filter was gone, nothing was off the table for her to say to him and that only further intensified his ache. He liked a woman who wasn't afraid to speak her mind to him; it made for a more satisfying punishment.
"Goddamn you Lucius…" she whispered lowly, raising her hand he grabbed it before she could make her swing at him. His fingers wrapped around her wrist so entirely the tips overlapped past his first knuckle making it that much easier for him to increase the pressure on her avian like bones until she made a small sound in the back of her throat.
"How many times must we have this conversation?" he snarled, leaning down so their noses were lightly touching. His other hand shot out and grabbed her free wrist before she could try anything, "When will you learn?" he yanked her forward so she fell against him, his arms wrapping around her successfully securing her hands behind her back.
"Hit me then you son of a bitch," she snarled up at him despite the awkward position of her chin on his chest, "you are no better than him."
Lucius bit back the venomous retort dangling on the edge of his lips at her angry quip, "Hitting is the very last thing I want to do to you." He whispered feeling entirely too on edge with her being so near; her light vanilla scent wrapped around him like a warm blanket making him feel sickeningly happy.
"Thus far it's been your favorite tactic with me," She continued on angrily but he found himself unaffected by her furious tone. He understood where she was coming from; he would be furious too if he were in her situation, "it's hardly right for a man to hit a woman! You are so much bigger than me… one of these days you're going to take it too far and actually hurt me. Well, breaking off the top of one of my teeth was painful enough…"
"Will you just be quiet for one second?" he demanded, loving the way her face grew redder and her eyes seemed to snap with fire. She opened her mouth to issue what he was certain would have been a curt retort had it not been blocked by his lips crashing into hers. His hands released her wrists, allowing her to bat at his chest feebly while he took the locks of her unruly hair in one hand and held her flush against him with the other, loving the way her small body felt fighting against him. Her actions were vastly contradicted by the moans vibrating against his lips, by her tongue darting in and out of his mouth, her teeth gripping his lower lip and nibbling it gently until he growled and did the same to her. Her hands began gripping his robes instead of pushing at him; her fingers trying to shimmy their way between their bodies so she could undo the buttons and finally be rid of the material blocking what he burned to possess.
"No more waiting." He hissed, releasing her lips and pulling her away so she could tear and yank at the silver buttons that ultimately ended up clattering to the floor as a result of her impatience.
"No more damn waiting…" she breathed out as his robes fell to the floor leaving him in something she hadn't expected to see, "why are you wearing that?" she asked as her eyes took inventory of the very muggle shirt and pants he wore. They were obviously expensive and well-tailored but still, she hadn't expected someone as pompous as him to wear something like that beneath his robes.
"Does it matter?" he grinned wickedly; reaching out he grabbed the thin straps of the light sundress she had on and pushed them over her shoulders. Hermione moaned at the tingling sensation brought on by his feather light touch as it trailed down her arms pulling the straps of the dress with it until it fell to the floor and she was left standing in her panties and bra. She refused to give herself a moment to panic; reaching out she took the top button of the shirt and began fumbling with it until she gave up and yanked the two sides of the shirt apart so the buttons went flying.
"I'll have you know this shirt cost me quite a bit of money." Lucius smiled down at her, his lust inflamed by her hurriedness.
"I'll pay you back." she mumbled offhandedly as she tugged the bottom of the shirt from his pants and pulled it from his shoulders so his torso was bare to her. Before she could reach up and touch his bare skin in the way she so wanted to he leaned down and gathered her in his arms; lifting her until she wrapped her bare legs around his hips he carried her a few feet and pressed her against the wall, his lips smashing against hers until she moaned and pulled at his hair. He held her against the wall with his chest pressed against hers while his hands worked between them to undo the infernal closure of his muggle trousers. He moaned thickly when the material fell to the floor and he was released; his aching cock surged upwards towards where she held herself against him. Grabbing her panties he gave them a hard yank that was awkward to say the least but successful. Sick satisfaction filled him at the loud ripping sound that filled the room making her gasp and moan louder.
"Lucius…" she moaned against his lips, her fingers tugging more fervently against his hair making his scalp tingle deliciously.
"Tell me what you want." He growled, arching his hips up slightly so he just barely brushed her sopping wet core.
"You… I want you… please…" she moaned and he stopped. A disturbing and wholly alien warmth filled him at the image of her writhing in his arms, begging him to take her… Narcissa had never begged, she had never wanted him so passionately and so completely. They had never fought so viciously, never teetered the thin edge between anger and lust as he had these past few days with Hermione. She made him feel alive when he should have felt cold and emotionless; it made him angry.
"This is not about love!" he declared viciously, more trying to convince himself than her. Without warning he gripped her hips, pushed them back slightly so she was positioned directly above him and drove himself deep into her tight, vice like core making her scream and claw at his back until he knew he was bleeding.
"But I think it is…" the unmistakably cold voice of Severus called from the doorway.